"That'll learn ya," she said, still laughing. "I'm a Jedi knight of jizz: may the fuck-Force be with me." Pausing her porno, she looked over at Camilla's lap-top and noticed the long conversation she'd been typing with Ravinder. "What does Dr. Singh say, Camil?"
"He says that a book was found in the burned-down remains of the mansion," Camilla whispered in Candice's ear. "The book was all their writings about their Satanic cult, and why they were doing what they did. Originally, they worshipped Set, an ancient Egyptian god. Then, a few years ago, one of them saw me in a park masturbating."
"Were you ever
not
a bad girl, Camil?"
"When I had my daddy with me, I wasn't. My mom never let me do anything sexual, and I was jealous of other girls who were having sex with their boyfriends, so I used to go into parks and finger myself until I came. I like doing that; I still do it sometimes--I like the way the grass tickles my pussy. And when watch me, I get turned on all the more. Anyway, that perv who saw me playing with myself in the park got so turned on when I came all over the grass, that when I left, he ate my come, along with some of the blades of grass. He felt a change come over him. He learned that I often go to parks to masturbate, and he'd eat the grass with my come on it every time. It wasn't long before he was gaining all the abilities we have: healing quickly, influencing things with your mind, that kind of thing, and other powers. Anyway, with some scientist friends of his, he learned there was something already on the grass, something--well, not of this world. Just as Ravinder suspects. Singh and his doctors are now examining grass all over the Vancouver area to see if the Nigrovum is on it."
"Wow," Candice said. "This is getting so weird."
"Exactly," Camilla whispered. "There must be bad sides to the Nigrovum, 'cause that guy who ate it must've gone crazy, for after sharing the Nigrovum grass with my come on it with the others in his cult, they apparently went crazy, too. It seems they got power hungry, thinking the Nigrovum could give them unlimited powers. In their craziness, they changed from worshipping Set to Satan."
"Weirder and weirder," Candice said.
Camilla kept her voice especially low: "They at the party wanted us to have the Nigrovum in our blood, piss, and shit, and to share it with each other, hence all the fucking, us pissing on the naked guys, and them eating our shit."
"They ate our
shit
?" Candice whispered.
"Yeah, don't you remember? Oh, yeah, I guess you were too high to notice. Anyway, if we fucked all the time, the Nigrovum would spread between us whenever we came on each other. Getting us all horny would make the Nigrovum focus its power on our passions, intensifying them. In our state of extreme passion, the Satanists would then kill us and eat us, so their own power would grow, as well as their addiction to Nigrovum."
"Sick bastards!" Candice whispered.
"They treated us like animals, degrading us the way they did, so that when we were killed, the Nigrovum would be in the most beast-like form; then it would spread around the world through our wandering, lost souls, spiritually infecting everyone and making them all slaves to their passions. Then the Satanists could easily take over the world, and everyone else would be too mentally weak to stop them."
"Sounds like a B horror movie."
"Sounds like one of those weird conspiracy theories," Camilla said. "Well, remember that they were all nuts; that's why they did what they did. Ravinder warned us not to get crazy feelings with this Nigrovum in us; we might become just as bad as those Satanists. The craziness could have been what killed Mr. Leroy and Mr. Baker. I wonder if Wayne and Mr. Chen died crazy because they had sexual contact with me?"
"Could be," Candice said.
"Ravinder says he and the other doctors are still studying the Nigrovum in Leroy, as well as that in the bodies of the burned masked men they found in the mansion. He'll tell us more when he learns more. Anyway, I'm tired, and I wanna sleep for a while."
"OK," Candice said, looking back at her POV porn, and pressing
play
. Then she whispered, "When you wake up, let me know if you get horny again during your sleep; I'm getting jealous about those hot dreams you've been having over the past few months."
"We'll know soon enough," Camilla whispered, then nodded off.
The man came out of the washroom with an embarrassed look on his face and his hands covering up the large wet spot on his pants as best he could. He sat back down beside sleeping Camilla. Candice tried to keep from laughing at him, then she focused on her porn, adoring the body of the girl she still loved and hoped to have all to herself once she was reunited with her father. The video continued:
Camilla comes from your fingering; there's a mess all over the wooden living room floor.
Panting, she asks you, "What shall we do now?"
"Can I put my cock in your pretty pussy?" you ask.
"I thought you'd never ask," she says with a grin.
You look down, unzip your pants and pull out your cock, which is three-quarters erect. She lies on her back on the floor with her legs spread wide open. You get on top of her and slowly slide your cock in her pussy. You look up at her sighing face and down at the penetration; you continue looking up and down several times to see yourself going further and further inside, and to see her excited reaction, until you're all the way in, at which time she screams. Her screams are short staccato soprano notes as you keep poking your way inside her. You continue alternately looking up at her face and down at the fucking to see clearly how much pleasure you're giving her.
After watching the fucking on her iPad for the next few minutes, Candice noticed Camilla fidgeting in her seat and moaning. "She doesn't have to tell me about her horniness now," she said.
The man on Camilla's right side also noticed, and while he was getting turned on, Candice was worrying; for Camilla looked like she was doing more than just dreaming. She was acting as though she was having sex with an invisible man!
If that's a dream, Candice thought, I wanna dream like that too.
Camilla was dreaming that her deceased first two lovers, Mr. Chen and Wayne, were fucking her ass and pussy, respectively.
Mr. Chen was on the floor on his back; she lay on her back on top of him; Wayne was on top of her in the missionary position. The naked lovers were in the mansion, on the fourth floor, where LUST was written, but the house was on fire: flames closely surrounded them. Wayne was squeezing her tits and French-kissing her.
Camilla's dress was pulled up, and her legs were up and spread wide open, just as they were in her dream. She was wearing no panties, and her pussy and asshole were showing. Her hips were gyrating faster and faster. Candice saw, to her horror, that Camilla's pussy and asshole were stretched open, as though cocks were probing her! Her pussy was wide open enough to have accommodated Wayne's large phallus, and her asshole was opened less wide, to have accommodated Chen's smaller penis. Her breasts looked as though they were being squeezed, and her mouth was open, with her tongue flickering, as though she were French-kissing someone.
"Holy fuck," she whispered. She tried pulling down Camilla's legs and dress, but felt as if something invisible were in the way.
"That is so hot," the man moaned as he ogled Camilla.
Angered by his lack of respect for her friend and lover, Candice decided it was time to use more psychic manipulation on him. She focused all her concentration on his dick, trying her best to block out her worries about Camilla.
After a few seconds, his partially-erect penis became quickly engorged again. He was shocked and frightened to find himself with another full erection pushing his wet pants forward in an embarrassing point. He could feel an imminent climax.
"Not again," he said, rushing back to the washroom and coming as he opened the door.
Camilla came, too, splashing all over the seat in front of her. Some passengers looked at her in shock. Sheepishly grinning, she said, "Sorry," to them, then pulled her dress down to cover her legs. She got out some wet napkins to clean herself off. "Well, at least I didn't mess up my dress," she whispered to Candice, whose mouth was still wide-open in shock. "I don't believe it: that was my first wet dream in years."
"Camilla," Candice said. "I don't think that was just a wet dream."
