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This sexual story is version 1.1.  That means this is 
the edited version.  Due to a file error on my part, I 
posted an unproofed version that had a freaking typo 
on the first line.

This story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards and no 
Tulpas were harmed in this story.  I crave comments so 
please send any to lordshon@aol.com.  Also send me any 
pictures of naked Tulpas you have.

Sex among the Tulpas,
By Shon Richards



	I found myself sitting on a couch in the oddest 
Waiting Room I'd ever seen.  Brad Pitt was sitting 
opposite me, reading People, with himself on the 
cover.  Beside him, a young woman dressed like Marie 
Antoinette was doing a crossword.  I was sharing the 
couch with a girl who was a total unknown to me.  She 
was made conspicuous by the white negligee she was 
wearing and the curly blonde hair that was long enough 
to curl on her lap.  I quickly concluded that I was 
dreaming.

	"Look, we've got a newbie!" someone to my right 
said.  I turned and was surprised to see a teenage guy 
wearing clothes similar to those I wore in High 
School.  Ok, it was more surprising that he had a 
physique so perfect that he couldn't possibly touch 
his own shoulders, but it was the frosted blonde hair 
that perplexed me the most.  That haircut was out of 
fashion when I was in High School.  Anyway, the guy 
was pointing right at me.

	"Calm down, it's ok," the Blonde to my right 
said. My face must have been betraying how frightened 
I was feeling. Her touch on my arm was anything but 
soothing.  She was brimming with sensuality.  
"Everyone is always a bit shocked when they first come 
here.  Why don't you start by telling us your name?"

	"Ok," I conceded.  "My name is Lord Shon," I said 
but then I paused.  "No, that's not right.  My name's 
Shon Richards?  That doesn't feel right either.  The 
'Shon' part does, but somehow 'Richards' feel false."

	"Don't think about it too hard," a small Asian 
woman said walking round from behind me.  "Your 
memories are inherently flawed.  You'll only remember 
what Wendy remembers.  Brad's still trying to figure 
out his real name and look how miserable he is."

	I looked at Brad Pitt and noticed, yes, he did 
look a bit peeved.  I just assumed he was looking 
tortured because it was his idiom.

	"Who's Wendy?" I asked.  

	The Blonde beside me sighed.  "She's got another 
crush," she smirked.  "At least this one is good 
looking."  I got the odd feeling I've seen this blonde 
before, but I couldn't begin to place her.  As I was 
trying to place her, she began to brush her hair.  It 
was weird, she didn't move as much as her whole body 
shifted.  Even her legs were tucked under her and I 
never saw them move.

	"Where the Hell am I?" I asked.

	"In Hell," Brad sighed.

	"Shut up, Brad," the teenage guy said without 
malice.  "I've been here for sixteen years, you've 
only been here for five, so if I'm not complaining, 
you're not allowed to."  The teenager turned to me and 
smiled.  It was one of the friendliest smiles I had 
ever received.  There was something golden about him, 
a vitality that transcended his youth.

	"My name's Eric," he said.  "And this is not 
Hell.  For that matter, you're not really Shon 
Richards, but you think you are.  This is what we call 
the Waiting Room, and for all practical purposes, 
we're inside Wendy's mind."

	I snorted.  "I don't see any brains," I quipped.  
I looked around and decided to stop being a smart-ass.  
Instead of walls, it just stretched out to infinity 
fading into mist.  There were a couple of couches, a 
table and oddly enough, a water fountain.  There were 
other people than the five in the room with me, but 
their forms were indistinct, shadowy and immaterial.  
They reminded me of the people you don't make eye 
contact with on a bus.  You know they are there, but 
you're not really looking at them.

	"Ok, just assume I believe you for now.  You 
still haven't explained who Wendy is," I said.

	"Romiko and I are the only ones here who have 
ever meet her in real life," Eric explained.  "She was 
in my English class and Romiko was her roommate in 
college.  We can tell you that she's a nice person, 
does her homework and is really, really shy.  I barely 
knew her at all, but she seemed nice."

	I turned to Romiko and I noticed that her eyes 
were just as blue as Eric's.  She was a beautiful 
Asian with the softness that comes from being 20 
pounds over the American concept of 'attractive'.  She 
was exotic and feminine and entirely non-threatening.  
"Are you telling me Wendy is just some woman?  Is she 
a witch?  Some sort of computer genius?"

	The cute Asian shrugged.  "She's just a ordinary 
woman as far as we know.  She kept to herself mostly.  
I tried talking to her when we were roommates but she 
was always so shy.  I only stayed with her for a 
semester.  I had no idea she was bisexual."

	I sat up straighter.  "What do you mean?" I asked 
but I thought I already knew.

	"We're her fantasies," Brad Pitt sighed.  "We are 
who she fantasizes about and who she thinks of when 
she masturbates.  Trust me, you'll see her soon.  She 
masturbates a lot.  You're not gay, are you?"

	"No!" I said.  "Not that there's anything wrong 
with being gay," I added lamely.

	The Blonde patted me on the shoulder again trying 
to soothe me.  "Don't mind Brad," she said.  "He's 
just terrified that Wendy will start fantasizing about 
gay guys.  It's clear she thinks about you because of 
your sex appeal." 

	I laughed.  "I'm not anyone's sex fantasy.  Look 
at me!  I'm a nerd, for crying out loud."

	Marie Antoinette looked at me from behind a fan.  
The fan had a design of a mermaid on its face.  "You 
look just fine to me."  

	I stood up out of nervousness and immediately 
knew what she was talking about.  I felt power.  There 
was a feline grace to my movements that felt 
completely unnatural to me.  I looked down at my body 
and nearly jumped out of my skin.  I was buff!  My 
hands went to my face, and although I couldn't 
remember how my face was supposed to feel, it 
certainly didn't feel right.

	The blonde was studying me oddly and then she 
nodded.  "I bet you're a writer, aren't you?  She's 
never seen a picture of you but this is how she thinks 
of you."

	"Yes, I write . . . oh crap," I said as I sat 
back down.  "I write erotic stories," I said a bit 
embarrassed.  At the back in my mind, I knew I did 
something else with my life but I was drawing a blank.

	"That's right!" Romiko said, a bit excitedly.  
"I've read some of your stories!"

	"Don't be so embarrassed," the blonde laughed as 
I smiled weakly.  "At least you have a name.  I was a 
Playboy centerfold she saw once when she was young.  
She's given me so many names over the years I don't 
even bother to name myself.  At least she doesn't know 
for a fact what you look like naked."

	"Small comfort," I said.  "How long am I going to 
be here?"

	There was an uncomfortable silence.  "It all 
depends on whether your real life version pisses her 
off," Marie Antoinette said.  "Hugh was here for 
almost three years until his real life version had 
that incident with the hooker.  Then he was gone, 
almost as soon as we read about it."

	"Read about it?" I asked.  I looked a little 
closer at my fellow prisoner.  She had rich, luxurious 
clothes that revealed her powdered cleavage.  Jewels 
adorned her, especially a necklace that surrounded her 
tiny neck.  I felt like I had seen her before, and I 
realized that I recognized her because she was EXACTLY 
what someone would imagine Marie to look like.  
Imaginations must be pretty universal.  It was odd 
talking to Marie Antoinette, but it just goes to show, 
women have the strangest tastes.

	"It passes the time," Eric said.  "Everything 
Wendy reads and sees is on the table."  He pointed to 
the magazines.  In all the confusion of finding myself 
in someone's mind and talking to sexual stand-ins, I 
hadn't paid much attention to the furniture.  I 
noticed a stack of printout sheets and picked it up.  
It was my stories.

	"Wait a minute," I said, my brain catching up.  
"Where did Hugh go?"

	Brad shrugged.  "We don't know.  He just 
disappears like the others.  For all we know, he might 
have died, or he might have gone somewhere else.  
Either way, I'm ready to go."

	"But in the meantime," Romiko suggested, "you 
might as well read something.  It passes the time and 
sometimes, we get to see who's going to be dropping by 
next.  It also helps if Wendy finds out something new 
about you.  That way you learn about yourself the same 
time she does."

	I took their advice and started reading.  It 
wasn't long before I was 'summoned'.  One moment I was 
reading "Labors of Claudia", and the next, I was 
having dinner with a charming, beautiful and sexy 
lady.  I was dressed in something elegant although I 
never really got a good look at myself because I 
couldn't take my eyes off of Wendy.  She was Female 
Perfection personified.  I told her so, along with a 
hundred other things I wouldn't have ever been able to 
say without an editor to guide me through.  Imaginary 
Shon Richards was quite the smooth talker.

	The sex was wonderful, of course.  Rather 
unimaginative, but it was on top of the table.  Wendy 
was a selfish lover and I was not.  I didn't care, I 
was just smitten and completely in lust for Wendy's 
body.  I had to taste her nipples, hold her in my arms 
and kiss her passionately on the lips while my cock 
never ceased in its penetrations.  Technically, it was 
impossible to do all of this at the same time, yet 
somehow I managed it.

	Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended when 
Wendy sighed deeply and had her orgasm.  As soon as 
she had clenched and come, I was whisked away and 
found myself back in the Waiting Room.  The others 
didn't even look up from their reading as I 
materialized back on a couch.  I was clothed, and 
possessing a monster erection.  I had never climaxed 
myself.

	"So that was Wendy," I tried to say casually, but 
my breathing was too rapid.

	"Pretty amazing, isn't she?" Eric asked.  I 
understood where he got that glowing smile from.  It 
was the smile of a man who knows he is completely and 
totally loved.

	"It was weird," I answered.  "It was like a 
dream.  I did all these amazing things, yet I don't 
recall ever deciding to do any of it.  For that 
matter, I don't really remember much of what Wendy 
looked like.  I just know she's very beautiful.  I 
also know I was embarrassingly charming."

	Marie Antoinette was sitting next to me.  "You 
can't help any of it," she said disdainfully.  I 
noticed her bust was much larger than was I had 
imagined it.  "When she thinks of me, I do all these 
horrible things to her and then dominate her into 
having sex.  I used to wonder why I enjoyed doing all 
those cruel things to her until I realize it was just 
her sick fantasy, the little slut." 

	I shook my head.  "I can't stop thinking about 
it," I said.  "For one moment, she was the most 
important thing in my entire world.  All the things I 
had planned to say to her were forgotten when I saw 
her cute nose and her pretty smile."

	"She does have a pretty nose," Eric sighed.  
Damn, he was smitten for a sex fantasy.

	I thought about it.  "No, she doesn't," I 
decided.  "In fact, I'm pretty sure her nose was quite 
large, but when I think of it, I only see the tiny 
button nose she wanted me to see."

	I stood up and started pacing, mostly to suppress 
my annoying erection.  "This is fucked up, I'm getting 
out of her."

	The Playboy blonde tipped her head back and 
laughed and the light seemed to fall differently on 
her.  "You can't escape a woman's mind.  There are no 
doors, there's no 'outside' that's physical and 
there's nowhere to go if you could escape.  The only 
reason you exist is because Wendy wants to fuck you."
  
	I stopped walking around.  "That's what I hate," 
I admitted.  "I know I'm more than a sex object.  I 
think I have a wife.  I suspect that I have friends.  
I feel like my life is being robbed because I'm stuck 
here."

	"Hell, yeah!" Brad yelled.  "I'm a damn movie 
star!"

	Eric sighed.  Romiko put down her magazine and 
looked at me with pity.  Her blue eyes were huge and I 
wondered if they really were blue or if Wendy just 
preferred blue eyes. 

	"You just won't accept it," Romiko began.  "You 
are NOT Shon.  You're what Wendy THINKS is Shon.  
You're a lot of guesswork and a little bit of hopeful 
wishing.  There's no life to get back to.  The real 
Shon is fucking his wife, writing more stories and is 
going to die one day.  You're just everything Wendy 
hopes you are.  Doesn't that kind of immortality 
appeal to you?"

	I started to say something, but stopped.  I just 
couldn't explain how the futility of it all galled me.  
So many people search for a purpose in life, and these 
people knew what it was for them.  It seemed to 
comfort Romiko, Eric and the Blonde, but Marie, Brad 
and I appeared to not be content.  I wonder if that 
was my appeal to Wendy?  Did she like Brad and me 
because she thought we wouldn't like confinement?  It 
was terribly confusing.  I was questioning whether I 
was really discontent or if someone preferred me that 
way.

	I sat back down, and read a printout of Vickie 
Morgan's new story.  At least Wendy had good reading 
tastes.  Conversation didn't seem to be a pastime of 
the others, so I didn't disturb the silence.  
Occasionally music would come filtering in, top 40 
hits mostly.  I smiled, wondering what the real Shon 
would think if he knew one of his fans actually liked 
Whitney Houston.

	I thought about the real Shon a lot. I wondered 
if he got off on this sort of thing.  Would he be 
flattered to know women masturbated about him or would 
he be embarrassed?  Did people who really knew him 
fantasize about the real Shon?  Did his wife read his 
stories and if she did, did she know the difference 
between the real Shon and Shon the writer?  Did Shon 
fantasize about his readers?  My head started to hurt 
when I thought about an imaginary Wendy being fucked 
in Shon's mind. 

	Time passed strangely.  Maybe it was the lack of 
biological functions but, to me, it seemed like days 
went by without the awareness that time had passed.  A 
television appeared from time to time, mostly showing 
sitcoms and romance movies, yet they seemed to chain 
together endlessly.  I read the entire "Seville 
Communion" in one sitting.  Oddly, it didn't inspire 
me to write, which was good, because I doubt you could 
create anything in this strange life.

	Wendy summoned me twice more.  Each time was just 
as bizarre as the first time.  At one point, we fucked 
in a bowling alley, just like "To the Victor".  The 
other time was a threeway with Eric on the beach.  
That one struck me as funny, because I knew I had 
never written a two guy/one girl story.  I'm not one 
for sharing.  That second time bothered me the most, 
because I was convinced that I was not acting 
according to who I truly was.  For one thing, I was 
talking too much.  My character seemed to fill the 
function of sweet talker.  That almost annoyed me as 
much as the fact that I didn't ejaculate again.

	"This is really starting to suck," I exclaimed 
when we got back to the waiting room.

	"I don't feel that way," Eric said, a goofy smile 
on his face.  "I love being around Wendy."

	"Sure you do, that's the way she made you," I 
said.  "Have you read any of my stories?  My ego is a 
raging Id.  I can accept being a sex slave, but even 
in slavery we keep a bit of our own desires and 
personalities.  And another thing, why can't she 
imagine us having an orgasm?  Would it kill her to let 
us cum?"

	The Blonde laughed.  "Wendy is funny about the 
icky stuff.  I remember her saying that once in an 
orgy with the cast of Miami Vice."

	"Shit, am I going to have to masturbate to 
maintain my sanity?" I laughed as I flopped on the 
couch.  No one else was laughing.

	"What? Are we not supposed to talk about our own 
sexual needs?" I asked.

	"It's just not something we talk about," Marie 
said from behind her fan.  There was an actual flush 
of color on her pale face and cleavage. 

	"You're kidding me," I said.  "No one sits behind 
a couch and masturbates while the others read?"

	Eric was visibly squirming now.  "No!" he said.  
"Why should we?  Wendy handles all of our sexual needs 
as it is."

	"God help me, I'm spending eternity with a group 
of faithful fantasies," I said.  "Listen, Wendy does 
three things I've noticed.  She reads a lot, she 
watches TV, and she diddles herself with an equal 
gender crowd.  I don't know what I did in my real 
life, but judging from how bored I am, I suspect that 
I had more variety in my life.  That's just a 
suspicion.  But from the nagging erection in my pants, 
I suspect that I had a pretty active sex life, even if 
it was just from writing stories.  If I don't relieve 
some tension soon, I'm going to get more irritable 
than Brad."

	Brad wasn't offended by the comment, but everyone 
else seemed shocked.  "Well, if that's what you want 
to do, then I guess you can," Romiko said with some 
doubt.

	I looked around at all of their guilty faces.  
"None of you have ever had an orgasm here?" I asked.

	"Oh, we climax all the time with Wendy," the 
Blonde exclaimed.  The light was revealing her nipples 
from under her white negligee.  

	"Those are different," I said with a smile. 
"Those are the orgasms that SHE wants you to have.  
Haven't you ever wondered how it would feel if you had 
an orgasm on your own terms?"

	They took a moment to think about it.  

	"Shon's right!" Marie Antoinette exclaimed.  She 
stood up and hiked up her skirt.  The rest of the 
group just gasped at her rudeness, but Marie didn't 
care.  I didn't care either; she had wonderful white 
garters under that skirt.  

	"There's more to me than just a woman who spanks 
Wendy!" Marie cried as she sat back down.  She toyed 
with her bare pussy defiantly.

	I laughed as I stood up long enough to remove my 
pants.  "Keep talking dirty like that and I'll have an 
easier time masturbating."

	The Blonde smiled at me and touched my muscular 
thigh with a soft caress.  "Who says you'll have to 
masturbate?" she said.  "I like the idea of doing 
something for once without Wendy directing."

	My skin tingled and I touched her long, blonde 
hair with my fingers and discovered that her hair was 
softer than anything I had touched before.  Just like 
I thought it would be.  The Blonde smiled and then her 
eyes looked down on my erection.  Looking back up at 
me, she parted her lips and took my cock into her 
mouth.

	"This is wrong!" Eric exclaimed.  "We've never 
done anything like this without Wendy!"

	"Well, you've never shared a room with a sex 
writer before," I said smugly.  The Blonde fondled my 
balls while she sucked me.  I figured the Blonde out 
from her devilish eyes.  Wendy thought all Playboy 
models were sluts.  It was a terrible stereotype but 
as the Blonde's hand went around to squeeze my cheek, 
I was grateful for the prejudices of women.  Damn, it 
felt good.  "Maybe Wendy's gotten more jaded since she 
met you and Romiko.  Hell, you think she summons Brad 
for his tender personality?"

	Eric fumed at me but then jumped as Romiko 
touched his shoulders and began to rub.

	"I'll make you a deal," Romiko said.  "Let's try 
it once and, if it's as dull as reading and watching 
TV, then we'll never do it again Eric."

	I watched Eric's face enter into bliss as Romiko 
massaged his shoulders.  An image came to mind, of 
Wendy one day receiving a stress-free massage from her 
roommate Romiko and sparking a crush that has lasted 
through the years.  It didn't surprise me when Eric 
agreed to try it, just this once.
	
	Across from us, Brad never said a word but he was 
between Marie's powdered thighs, licking faithfully at 
the Royal Box.  At some point, he shifted into stark 
naked, and even I had to admit he was built like an 
Adonis or a Sorbo.  Marie was holding Brad by the ears 
as he delved into her with his mouth.  I admired the 
way she tilted back, her nipples rising above her 
dress, peeking out and as hard as pebbles.

	My own cock felt even harder as the Blonde 
sucked, licked and stroked me with her mouth.  It was 
an impossible blowjob, taking all of my immense 
imaginary girth and sinking her lips down to the hilt 
of my cock.  I made love to her golden hair with my 
hands.  Her hair was so sensuous and perfect.  It 
never tangled as I ran my hands through the long 
strands of silky softness.  I lifted her waist long 
hair to my face and breathed in the clean fragrance.

	Romiko and Eric were naked now, and Eric was 
lying back on the table, knocking the magazines to the 
floor.  Romiko straddled him, guiding his cock up into 
her sex.  I wondered if Wendy had every really seen 
Eric's cock, or Romiko's pussy, but it didn't matter.  
Romiko shuddered as she sat down, her hands entwined 
in Eric's chest hair.  Eric's own hands were cupping 
Romiko's breasts, sinking his fingers in her pliant 
flesh.  His hips lifted, sending his cock into Romiko 
and pushing her forward into his loving hands.

	Opposite them, Brad was standing up, holding 
Marie completely off the ground.  She was sitting on a 
combination of Brad's cock and his hands.  Her legs 
were wrapped around Brad, her ankles tightly locked 
against his firm buttocks.  Her arms were gripping his 
hair while her head was throw back, moaning loudly as 
Brad lifted and dropped her repeatedly on his cock.  
Marie's hair remained in its perfect coif, never in 
danger of falling as Brad fucked her impaled body.

	I broke the Blonde from sucking my cock and sat 
down.  Laughing like young lovers, I sat her on my 
lap.  Her magnificent breasts, which had never sagged 
since Wendy first saw them in Playboy, bounced in 
front of my face as the Blonde sank onto my cock.  Her 
hands on my shoulders, she rose and dropped on my cock 
and I met her thrust for thrust.  It was every teen's 
dream, to be fucked slowly and lovingly by a Playboy 
model and I had something better than the real thing: 
I had the actual fantasy.

	Brad carried Marie over Eric's moaning face.  The 
movie star lowered the Queen and disengaged as Marie's 
thighs came down over Eric's surprised mouth.  Marie 
sat comfortably down on Eric's face, transferring her 
hands to his stiff cock as Romiko moved off of him.  I 
watched as the elegant Queen leaned back and stroked 
Eric's cock as he ate at her delicate sex.  Marie 
still wore her lavish gown and she used it to 
discreetly cover Eric.  Only she knew what exactly was 
happening there.

	Brad helped Romiko stand up and then he came 
behind the Blonde and kissed her on the back of her 
neck.  Without a word, the Blonde rose up from me, 
sighing as Brad held her breasts from behind.  I moved 
away as the Blonde fell forward, holding herself up by 
grabbing the back of the couch.  Her legs spread, she 
invited Brad's cock and the two melded together.  He 
held her hair like reins as he drove into her, again 
and again with the rhythm of a good ride.

	I kissed Romiko as we stood together.  There was 
a sensual energy in the air that bonded us six 
together.  I desired her and she desired me, but we 
enjoyed our desires as ourselves without the coloring 
influence of Wendy.  We kissed for an age, marvelling 
at the precious joy that comes from kissing the way 
you wish to kiss.  Kissing for ourselves was a 
privilege no one should lose and we never knew how 
much we had lost until we kissed each other then.  Her 
breasts pressed erotically against me as I clutched 
her to me.  My cock was hot against her molten sex yet 
it didn't enter.  We were having enough sex just by 
kissing freely.

	"There's something missing," Romiko said between 
gasping kisses.  "I can feel it."

	"Yes," Brad cried out as he continued to fuck the 
Blonde from behind.  "It's like, being close to 
coming, but more intense."

	They were right.  I had attributed the sense of 
incredible desire to simple sensation overload.  But 
as I kissed Romiko again and lost myself in her full 
lips and sensuous tongue, I realized something acutely 
missing.  For a moment I panicked, worrying that there 
was something that prevented fantasies from having 
sex, but I decided it was something else.  I could 
feel what was missing, and it was simply the desire to 
have more.

	I broke my kiss with Romiko and explained what I 
suspected.  She agreed and went over to Brad and the 
Blonde.  The Asian pulled Brad out of the Blonde and, 
to quiet his complaints, she took his cock into her 
mouth.  Romiko licked, kissed and worshipped Brad's 
cock as she sat down on the couch.  The Blonde looked 
annoyed, but Romiko reached out for the blonde's hand, 
and guided that hand to between Romiko's open legs.  
The Blonde smiled, and I was reminded that in Wendy's 
mind, all women were bisexual.  Romiko shuddered as 
she sucked Brad's cock with the Playboy Blonde happily 
stroking her sex and nibbling on an Asian nipple.

	  Marie was sitting on Eric's face, her body 
leaning back as she stroked his erect cock behind her.  
As I stood in front of her, Marie rose back up, a 
graceful motion like a ballerina.  She cupped by balls 
gently and tipped her head down to lick slowly at my 
cock.  I never entered her mouth but I groaned anyway 
as her tongue slowly covered my erection with lavish 
attention. Marie's eyes were closed in intense 
sensation, her nipples clearly visible now.  I reached 
down and touched her powdered breasts, marvelling at 
how smooth and flawless they felt.

	As Marie licked at my cock, I could feel Eric 
nibbling at her sex and somehow, I could taste Marie 
in my mouth as well.  There was a synergy happening 
that was supposed to happen in sex between lovers but 
was usually only a metaphor.  Energy flowed through us 
three and the look of intense exacts on Marie's face 
told me that they were feeling it too.  Sparks began 
to appear on our bodies like St. Elmo's fire.  

	Yet, something even more amazing was about to 
happen.

	Marie's tongue lingered down from the tip of my 
cock to my balls and as her tongue travelled, a memory 
awoke within me like a file being downloaded.  I 
remembered my wife, her name, her face and the fact 
that she loves Sailor Moon.  As Marie's tongue 
travelled back up the length of my cock, I remembered 
all of the Zelzany stories that I had read.  Excited, 
I pinched Marie's nipples, and more memories came back 
to me: not Shon Richard's memories but the real Shon.

	"My name is Debra Jo!" the Blonde cried out.  As 
soon as she said it, I remembered as well, 
masturbating to her centerfold as a teen.

	"I remember my mom!" Brad yelled as he continued 
to fuck Romiko's mouth.

	Marie's eyes were looking inward and I knew she 
was remembering things as well.  The feeling was 
euphoric.  It was proof that we weren't just living 
figments of Wendy's imagination.  None of us stopped 
what we were doing because we were afraid it would 
stop but we still were no closer to actual climax.  I 
could also feel memories on the edge of my mind that I 
still couldn't recall fully.  As amazing as this 
breakthrough was, there was still something missing.  

	"I know what we are!" I yelled as Marie took me 
fully into her lips.  "We're tuplas!"

	"What is a Tupla?" Debra Jo asked.  When I turned 
to her, there were lines on her face as her body 
remembered better what she really looked like.

	"I'm not sure," I admitted.  "I remember reading 
about them, but I can't remember all of it."  I 
groaned as Marie's mouth sucked hard on my tip.  "I 
think it's a Tibetan word, and it means something that 
a mind creates."

	"Well we knew that," Brad said not unkindly.

	"Yes, but a Tupla is something the mind produces 
that takes a life on it's own," I recalled.  "It's not 
completely the product of a mind, it's also affected 
by other influences.  Wendy didn't create us from 
scratch, I think she borrowed us."

	"But from where?" Debra asked.  She shuddered as 
Romiko's hand began to masturbate her.

	"I don't know, but we're getting closer to 
figuring it out now," I admitted.  "We just need to do 
more."

	Romiko took Brad's cock out of her mouth and her 
lips were shiny.  "We need to form a chain.  Everyone 
has to be fucking someone else and we all have to be 
connected."

	"Like a circuit," Brad laughed.  "Each one of us 
has a piece of Wendy and a piece of our real selves.  
By fucking, we'll be connecting Wendy's sexual energy 
with each of us."

	Damn, the real Brad was a lot smarter than I 
would have thought.

	I helped Marie rise from Eric's mouth and I feel 
our memories already slipping.  Fear gripped me as I 
worried that we wouldn't be able to repeat the 
experience but they were dismissed when Debra Jo 
hugged my waist and I felt the slight glimmer of a 
charge between us.

	Marie dragged Brad to the ground, and once he was 
flat, she turned around to face his feet and lifted 
her skirts.  The Queen then straddled his cock, she 
groaned as she made the first connection.  Romiko then 
went to Brad's face and squatted above him, facing 
away from Marie.  The lovely Asian lowered her sex 
onto his waiting mouth.  As the two women sat upon 
Brad, the ethereal fire began anew.  Now we just had 
to add three more people. 

	Eric went to Marie and once again the lovely 
Queen opened her lips.  Eric's cock eagerly went into 
the cupid bow of Marie's red lips and the Queen's 
hands clenched his ass as she sucked him completely 
down.  The fire leapt to include Eric's body, and the 
four were now wrapped in a blue glow around their 
sensual bodies.

	I guided Debra Jo to her knees and got behind 
her.  Her ass was a rich tanned brown and it was a 
visual and physical pleasure to enter into her sex 
from behind.  My cock seemed impossibly huge and her 
sex was impossibly tight yet still we merged together.  
My hands went to her hips and I brought her crashing 
back onto my cock.  Debra cried out and Romiko reached 
out for her.  The Asian brought the centerfold's face 
to her chest and offered a nipple to the moaning 
blonde.  Debra took the nipple into her mouth and I 
felt the taste of the sweaty chest as I continued to 
drive my cock into Debra.  The connection was 
complete.

	Memories flooded my mind to duel with the 
overwhelming sensations that I felt.  Through my cock 
I could taste Romiko's sex through Brad's mouth.  I 
remembered the joy of my wife's first night of 
bondage.  I felt the heat of Marie's breath as she 
sucked diligently on Eric.  I remembered the thrill of 
my first good story review.  I felt the sweet pleasure 
of a bitten nipple in my mouth as Debra Jo teased 
Romiko's breasts.  I laughed as I remembered what a 
snob my cat was.  I felt the tightness of Marie's sex 
as she bounced smoothly on Brad's cock.

	Somehow I opened my eyes and saw the rainbow of 
colors that was surrounding us all.  I also felt the 
Waiting Room leaving and the stress of velocity upon 
my face.  The six of us were causing something we 
didn't understand as we sucked, fucked, kissed, 
pinched and humped together.  I was a little afraid, 
and I knew they were too.  We were going somewhere, 
six tuplas of desire, and we had no idea where we may 
end up.  Maybe we would return to our original 
personalities, confusing them with the thoughts of 
Wendy.  Maybe we would enter into someone else's 
Waiting Room, crashing their personal harem with the 
fantasies of a shy bisexual.  Or maybe we would enter 
some higher plane, a Nirvana for errant masturbatory 
ideals that have outlived their appeal.

	Our bodies intertwining, our senses aflame and 
our memories finally restored, I felt the beginnings 
of our orgasms.  I felt Romiko shudder as her orgasm 
began in her belly and radiated outward.  I felt Brad 
sigh as he squeezed off inside Marie's sex.  I felt 
Debra shake as her climax pounded through her body.  I 
felt Eric moan when his cock erupted inside Marie's 
mouth.  And they all felt my bliss as my cock spilled 
forth inside Debra's tight, tight sex.  With my orgasm 
adding to theirs, the flames sparked and we were off.  
Our joined bodies blazed like a comet as we were taken 
towards our destination. 

	I felt a moment of pity for Wendy's empty Waiting 
Room.  I wondered if the new Tuplas would understand 
that the key to their freedom lay in the reason they 
were summoned.  My worries were forgotten as my 
attention was pulled ahead to our destination.  The 
six of us loved each other, giving support and comfort 
as we awaited our new fate.

Never the end.  
	

	

			

	

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