After their late-night chat, Linda and Lori had another brandied coffee, then returned to bed. Jamar was fast asleep. Lori was restless. She waited until Linda dozed off, then softly padded back to the kitchen and poured another coffee. She took her coffee to the reading room and began reading the works that Onatu had given her. She read for two hours but couldn't get the Cube off her mind and decided to try it again. She dimmed the light, then prayed and pressed the Cube to her forehead. As before, a mist swirled in her mind, and soon the image of Kyle appeared, a much clearer image than before. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be peacefully sleeping. Not wanting to disturb him, she put down the cube and the image faded.
At least he is safe and looks happy, she thought. She leaned back in her chair and smiled as she got another idea. She missed Marty and Dave and wondered how they were getting along. Again she pressed the Cube to her forehead, and soon Marty's face appeared in her mind. Her eyes were tightly shut and she looked sweaty and tired. Lori smiled as she perceived the faint sound of Marty's voice "Aaah, uh, uhh, ungh, oofa, uhh," and she knew that Dave was banging her hard. Lori giggled and thought: holy shit, is that all you two ever do? Is the cock in deep enough, you skank cumslut? She returned to her reading and the image faded.
Twenty-seven hundred miles away in Encino, Marty was pumping cowgirl on Dave's cock. He had just pushed in deep and was about to ejaculate when Marty suddenly stopped pumping and sat straight up, "Dave! Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"It was Lori! I heard her plain as day, she said 'Holy shit, is that all you two ever do? Is the cock in deep enough, you skank cumslut,' like she always did when we were fucking!" Marty said excitedly.
"You must've just imagined it, wishing she was here. Eeeyaaaaah," Dave said, then moaned in relief as he spilled a huge hot load into her.
"No, no, no! I heard her in my mind, like she was right here with us! What the fuck is going on? Oh God, Dave, I miss her so much! Damn it, I don't want her to be three thousand miles away! And maybe I'm going crazy. But I know she's messing around with that weird Obeah stuff, and I'm really worried about her."
"Okay, relax, get some sleep now, and tomorrow we'll try to call her. I'm sure she's alright. Here, drink this anisette, it'll help you sleep," Dave said.
Lori relaxed then resumed reading, unaware of the pandemonium she had just caused so far away. It was three AM and she was wide awake, so she decided to busy herself by making some bread. She mixed and kneaded a huge batch of dough, covered it and set it on the counter; the kitchen was warm and it would rise nicely. Finally feeling a little tired, she climbed back into bed.
At sunrise she was up like a shot. She tested the dough and it had risen nicely. She slapped it down and formed and oiled six loaves. When they rose again she put them in small pans in the oven to bake. Enough dough was left over to make a few sausage rolls as well. When the loaves had baked to a golden brown, she took them out of the oven, then buttered the crusts.
Really tired now, she went back to bed and slept soundly for a few hours. Around mid-morning she rose, showered, squirted love gel in her ass, and threw on one of Linda's moo-moos, as it felt a little cool outside. She thought: seventy-eight degrees and I feel chilly, I must be turning into a Jamaican.
She put two loaves and two sausage rolls in a brown paper bag, cut across the courtyard to Onatu's office and rapped on the door. He opened it, "Lori, sweetheart, good morning, please come in."
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" She kissed his cheek.
"Just doing some paperwork, nothing that can't wait. Let's go in the back room, I just made some coffee," he said.
The back room served as a small kitchen, with sink, stove, refrigerator, and a two-person dinette.
"I live in the upstairs apartment, but actually I spend most of my waking hours here and in the office. Would you like brandy in your coffee?"
"Yes, please," she smiled, taking a seat at the table. "I hope you like home-baked bread, I made it this morning, also sausage rolls."
"Wow, thank you! I love home-baked, but haven't had it for years."
They chatted over coffee and thick slices of crusty bread topped with butter, jelly, and peanut butter.
"Your bread is wonderful, Lori, delicious," he said.
"Thanks, and try a sausage roll."
"I'm pretty full, split one with me?" he said. "Omigod, delicious, spicy and hot! What kind of meat is that?"
"It's pepperoni, an Italian favorite. I bet you never had it before?" she said.
"No, never did. But I like it! In fact I love Italian food."
"Glad to hear that, I'm Italian," she smiled.
"Good to know," he smiled.
Lori was getting hot. Between her legs she was wet, and her pussy was tingling and buzzing like a beehive, she craved a good deep fucking. Her nipples were hot and as hard as glass. Already she was thinking how good his big cock was going to feel, sloshing eleven inches in and out of her, flooding her vagina with thick white-hot cum, kissing her cervix with its velvety soft head, rubbing her bloated clitoris until it was red-hot! She decided to make the first move.
"I didn't bring anything for dessert, but maybe you would care to snack on my muffins?" She smiled coyly as she slipped off her moo-moo.
Without a word, he stood up and pulled off his tarzan flap. His cock stuck straight out like a steel pipe, and was red as a beet. He went to her chair. and she fondled his balls lovingly, then took his cock into her mouth, pushing it in slowly until it made her throat bulge. She held his balls in one hand and with the other lightly jacked the base of his shaft with short strokes, as he fucked her throat gently, and all the while they stared unblinkingly into each other's eyes. Soon Lori felt his cock throbbing and swelling, and a single hot wad shot down her throat. Seconds later, her eyes flew open wide as he ejaculated enormously into her throat and moaned his relief, "Aaaaaaaaaah! Unnnnnngh! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!" If her mouth were not full of cock, she would have smiled as the huge blob of hot thick cum slid down into her belly.
She unmouthed his cock, sucking the last drops. She wiped her mouth. "Thank you for thy milk, master, now please to take mine," she smiled. He dropped to his knees, kissed her breasts tenderly, then sucked them until both were depleted. She closed her eyes and shivered in ecstasy as he sucked and she almost climaxed, barely staving it off so she could later cum and squirt on his big bamboo.
He finished slurping her breasts, then kissed her warm soft belly, picked her up and carried her upstairs and laid her gently on the bed, with her ass on the bed's edge. Lori's heart was racing now, her breathing was fast. She opened her thighs and he went down on her hungrily, his tongue deep in her gooey vagina, and she almost fainted from the pleasure. He stood up then, holding her knees wide apart and tried to penetrate her hands free, but could not center his huge cock on the target. A little impatient, she grasped the cock, and rubbed its head on her clitoris, again almost climaxing. She pressed the cockhead into her vulva, which was sopping wet with her juices. He pushed in gently, and the full length of cock slid into her like a hot knife into butter. He brusquely pushed in balls deep and started thrusting hard, painfully impacting her cervix.
