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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sex Among the Tulpas {Shon Richards} {M/F, Orgy} 
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   This sci-fi story contains sex between Tulpas <you might call them wet
dreams>, so you have been warned.  This story is mine, and permission is
given for archiving, though please don't make any money from it.  Any
comments are welcome, and encouraged at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net.

   Sex Among the Tulpas By Shon Richards

   I found myself sat 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 shouted.  I turned and
was surprised to see a teenage guy wearing similar clothes to what 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 soothed.  My face must have
betrayed the panic I was feeling but her touch on my arm was anything but
soothing.  She was brimming with sensuality.  "Everyone is always a bit
shocked when they 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
around 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.  There weren't any walls.  Instead of a
room, the horizon just stretched out to infinity fading into mist.  There
was 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 think 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 for me.  I looked down on 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.  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, 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.

   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 it's penetrations.  Technically, it was
impossible to do all of this at the same time yet somehow I was able to do
it.

   Then, as suddenly as it began, it ended when Wendy sighed deeply and had
her orgasm.  As soon as she had clenched and come, I was whisked away and I
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.  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 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 feel bad about it
afterwards, wondering why I kept being so cruel to her, and why I enjoyed
it so much.  It took me a long time to 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 was confused.  Don't Asians have brown eyes?
Did Wendy prefer blue eyes or was she just remembering wrong?

   "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 Vicky 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 was strange.  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 three-way 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 how 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 sex 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 a 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 is."

   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 to 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, marveling 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 we 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,
marveling 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
ecstasy 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 traveled, 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 traveled 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 her 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 Tulpas!"

   "What is a Tulpa?" 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 Tulpa 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 Tulpas 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 Tulpas would understand that the key to their freedom lies 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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