The Resonance Ch 29

Demands of life and work have consumed what time and energy I've had for the last six months or more and my writing has suffered. Honestly, I had expected to be finished with this project some while ago, but the concept of the resonance has been far more fertile ground than I first imagined, offering so many more things to be explored than I had expected. I did not publish any of it until I thought I was close to being done, but it turns out I was nowhere near being done. I think I am close now, but who knows? At least I'm done with another chapter. Sorry to have been so long, and thanks for your patience. If you have not begun at the beginning, I'll suggest you do. All of it will make much more sense if you know the whole story.

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By this point, I felt like I was a character in a book trying to solve some kind of mystery, and I had just gotten hold of a significant clue. The whole incubus business had failed to make a lot of sense to me. It was clear that something was going on and it was sort of a big deal, but I was not sure how or why. The lore around incubi focused a lot around dreams, and it's true that I'd been able to get folks aroused enough to have wet dreams. But I could not figure out what was so special about that. Or why it seemed like a thing. I mean, people have wet dreams and it's not that big of a deal. But being able to actually control content is a very different thing. I could see how people might have some strong feelings about it if the incubus was insensitive or abusive. I was careful to not take over too much, but what if someone were not so restrained?

In fairness, I knew I was not capable of taking over too much at that point, but I could easily see getting better at all this and I had little doubt I would be able to orchestrate a dream and make it whatever I wanted it to be before long. Easy to imagine how someone could be too intrusive and not careful enough, and end up with folks outside with torches, pitchforks, and shit.

It was to starting make sense to me how the stories about incubi might have turned dark. Doing the dreams poorly would not really different from rape. Even if it is not real, the experience would still be like having to have sex you did not want to have. Or having it a way you would not want to have it. Or with someone you did not want to have it with. All that would be pretty fucked up. What if someone forced a dream on someone? A dream they found disturbing?

In all the dreams I had done in the past I had no idea what people were dreaming, so I could not have had any influence over the content anyway. With this recent development, I could not only tell what they were dreaming, but I had some influence over what it was. It was easy to imagine how that could be abused. Maybe the bad rep incubi and succubi seem to have is related to some of them having done something harmful to others. Just because I had no interest in hurting anyone does not mean that others might not be okay with it.

All this was pretty new to me. Everything I had done to that point had been positive for everyone involved. There had not been one dissatisfied customer, so to speak. But there was the potential for all this dream business to be seriously fucked up. Needless to say, I still had a good deal to think about.

I was quite impressed by Alicia's level of sexual energy. That girl's a bit kinky, though who the fuck am I to say anything about that, right? I could easily see finding more people like her and really having a huge collection. The problem with that is that I already have quite a few people in my collection already.

The core is comprised of Susan, Kit, Rebecca and Fiona. But Elise is certainly part of whatever it is I'm doing. And Black and White come with her, (pun intended). Cam and Larry are part of it. Dani remains a real possibility. And Alicia could easily be as well. She would be a firecracker, I expect. Doing the dream thing with people could easily give me an idea how good a fit someone might be. It would be relatively easy to find a large group of like-minded people.

I was amazed that I did not grow tired of sex. I did not lose interest and neither did the girls. It's not like an obsession or anything. It's just that sex pretty much always seemed like a pretty good thing to do. Most people have sex and they are satiated. For a while at least. Guys have a hard time going right back at it until we have had a chance to charge up. That is what normal looks like. I am clearly not normal, and neither are my girls. It's not like I just must have sex. It's just that I'd love to have sex and I can and why not?

In the back of my mind, I must admit I was concerned that things were getting out of control. Or at least I was more aware of the potential for bad things to happen if they did. But my work life was quite successful, my domestic life was wonderful, and I had a steady diet of sex with a growing number of people. What could go wrong?

While I've related to you a good deal of what had happened during this time, there was of course much more than that. Elise and her boys would come over with some regularity. Larry began to be a regular feature, too. Both Susan and Fiona wanted to do Stan and Max and Kit wanted another crack at them as well. What began as a highly charged interaction became quite comfortable and friendly. After several trips like that, I finally invited them to come visit. Rebecca, who had been reluctant to expose herself to possibly being recognized decided that she would be recognizing anyone involved as much as they would be recognizing her. She managed to enjoy meeting the two men and they were impressed with her, especially when she was impaled on Stan while Max fucked her ass and Larry fed her his cock. As it turned out, no one recognized anyone, but they did become well acquainted.

I eventually invited Cam to visit. She was surprisingly shy at first, but it is hard not to feel welcome when the girls welcome you. Rebecca was gone, as she was about half the time, but Susan, Kit, and Fiona were all there and each was as naked as the day she was born when we entered the door. Decidedly welcoming. It was not long before Cam was just as naked in all her milk chocolate splendor, and they were leading her by the hand towards the romper room and the huge bed there.

I remained behind allowing the girls to get acquainted, tuned into them via the resonance. I had no idea who was doing what to whom, but the general level of arousal and then of pleasure began to rise. Before long, there was something serious going on in that room, something I could pick up on and enjoy even though they were probably fifty feet away. I was about to get naked myself and go down the hall to join them when Larry showed up. He had taken to showing up nearly every day. The pretext of his being there to tend to the pool was dropped and he just showed up to play with the girls. It was nice having him there. I have a pretty high libido, as you might have noticed, but I only have one cock. The girls enjoyed his contribution and I did, too. We spoke for only a minute before he headed down to the romper room, too, dropping his own clothes by the door before heading that way.

I started to follow but instead decided to just continue to feel what was going on through the resonance. From what I could tell, quite a bit. The sensory experience each person had was amplified by the experiences of the others, and that was jacked up even more not long after Larry arrived in the room. It was interesting, because I could tell as soon as he got plugged in. Literally, I was sure.

I held off a bit longer, but secondhand sex is still not as good as being a part of it. Even if the former is greatly enhanced by the resonance, the latter is as well. I wanted to play, too. I had a rock-hard boner and felt a strong desire to share.

When I got the romper room with said boner, the scene was a delightful one. Cam was on her hands and knees, her pussy and ass facing the door as I walked in. It seems particularly erotic to me to see the pink soles of a Black woman's feet for some reason. And of course, the glistening, vibrant pink of the cleft between her labia. Visually delightful.

Kit had placed a pillow between Cam's knees and laid her head there right beneath Cam's twat. She was feasting on said twat, one hand stroking Cam's ass and the other stroking her own clit. Her legs and torso were out on the bed, so in addition to a look at Cam's backside, I saw Kit from the neck down, her perky tits firm and her stiff nipples standing straight up. Her slit glistened with her arousal.

Fiona was on her back as well, her head beneath Cam's left breast, which hung down far enough to reach Fiona's mouth. She was sucking on Cam's nipple while Susan was beneath the right breast sucking on the other one. Like Kit, each of them had a hand between her legs, stroking their own slits and clits. Larry was kneeling at Cam's head, his cock in her mouth and his eyes closed as he concentrated on the sensations resulting from sliding in and out of her mouth.

And sensations there were. Each person both contributed to the overall sensations while at the same time amplifying the sensations of everyone else. The girls and Larry had some experience with such high sensory input, but it was clearly overwhelming to Cam. I did the only thing I could to help. I added to it.

I retrieved a small bottle of lube from a drawer in a night table and coated my cock with it before getting up behind Cam and dribbling some on her little brown pucker. She did gurgle a little bit of what I thought must be surprise, but as I rubbed her butthole with my thumb, she warmed up to my ministrations pretty quickly. My having sensitized her anus probably helped with that, but as horny as she was, she was pretty receptive to whatever anyway. It was easy to tell through the resonance that she was ready for what came next.

What came next was a bit more stroking on her little pucker before I pressed my thumb on the center of it. Initial resistance and then my thumb was being gripped by her anus. I gave her a minute to get used to it before I pressed in, burying my thumb to the hilt. Cam wiggled her ass as I did so, enjoying the additional stimulus, adding to all the other sensations she was experiencing

After a minute or so with the thumb, I drizzled more lube on her butthole and then lubed up my cock a bit more. The head is a lot larger than my thumb, so I had to press for a minute before it finally popped in. Cam was breathing pretty hard around Larry's cock, and it took her a minute to accommodate the intruder. For my part, having her tight sphincter grip the head of my cock felt great and added to the pleasure everyone else was contributing through the resonance; everything felt incredible. I could move my cock a little and instead of going deeper or pulling out, the tight ring moved with me, grasping me tight.

By this time Cam was close to sensory overload. She pushed back, trying to impale herself deeper on my cock, and I let her. She pushed back on me, and I pushed into her, eventually burying myself deep into her back passage. Kit continued to lick and suck her vulva, Fiona and Susan continued to suck her nipples, and Larry continued to search for her tonsils. Cam had a huge orgasm.

I did not let up, however, but continued to plow her ass. Everyone else did their part, too, and not much time had passed before she had another powerful orgasm. All six of us enjoyed it, especially amplified as it was by the pleasure all three girls and Larry and I were experiencing. Fucking glorious. Or glorious fucking, if you prefer.

It was when Cam had her third orgasm and was sort of out of her mind with it all, that Larry also climaxed. With the two of them in the throes of orgasm Susan, then Fiona, then Kit all followed suit. I brought up the rear, pun intended, bathing Cam's guts with jets of cum. The combination of all six of us climaxing at the same time is hard to describe. My best guess is it is about four times as powerful as having your own personal orgasm. Unused to such intensity, Cam passed out. The rest of us collapsed and tried to recover. When she came to moments later, all she could say was, "Damn. How is that even possible?"

So, I shared with her how it was possible. I shared what the resonance is and how it works starting from the beginning. Cam listened intently, and when I was done, she asked, "So my liking cock so much now and how it fits down my throat without me gagging, that's all part of it?"

"Part of it. You notice how much you like the taste of cum?"

She smiled, "Well, yeah, I kinda did notice that. That's part of all this, too?"

I reached over and slipped my finger into Susan's wet snatch, then held it out to Cam. She was hesitant, looking at me and then back at my finger. She stuck her tongue out and touched the tip of my finger. Once she had tasted Susan there, she looked up at me again, this time with wide eyes. She then sucked my finger into her mouth, closing her eyes and savoring the taste. She looked over to Susan like she had some kind of magic pussy. Which, of course, she did. Susan smiled, then spread her legs and put her ankles beside her head, exposing that magic pussy. Cam crawled over and licked her wet slit, savoring more of the taste and picking up on Susan's pleasure when she did.

Long story short, Cam brought each of the other women to orgasm with her mouth. Then I laid on my back beside her. It required very little encouragement for Cam to straddle me and lower herself on my cock. Just watching her face as she did was worth the price of admission. That and watching her full tits swaying in motion. I grabbed them and massaged them while she rode me. She rubbed her clit on my pubic bone while she tried to get as much of me inside her as was possible.

I pulled her down to me and held her tight while I thrust up into her. I motioned to Larry, who got behind her and after lubing up, pressed his cock against her tight butthole. She didn't drop a beat but kept on riding me as he pressed into her.

There is not a lot separating the inside of the vagina and the inside of the rectum. I could feel Larry on the other side as he slid in, a peculiar feeling. Even more peculiar when he was balls deep, since that meant his balls dragging across my own. It was a strangely intimate experience. Mostly, though, it was the sensations Cam was having that we were all sharing that were the most powerful. Being double stuffed was new to her and the experience was wonderful. So good of her to share.

We railed her through two more orgasms, enhanced by me through the resonance this time, before I erupted inside her during her third. Larry managed to hang on for the whole time, just having emptied his balls a short while ago, but he let loose about the same time I did so we all climaxed together. Let it suffice to say, Cam was thoroughly fucked by the time we stopped. It's hard to describe the compounding effect the resonance has with that many people tuned in. It was glorious.

That night after supper and a soak in the hot tub, Larry had gone home and the five of us went to bed. It's a different experience sleeping with multiple people in the same bed, though I'd gotten used to it. It is actually quite nice. Hours later, I'm not sure how long, I woke up. I was lying on my back. Cam was lying on my right side, her head on my chest and her right leg over my right leg. Kit was behind her, spooned up to her backside. On my left, Susan was on her back, her magnificent tits thrust up as she slept. Between Susan and me, Fiona was sleeping on my left side, curled up with her head on my stomach, with the head of my cock in her mouth. She was not sucking on it like fellatio, but rather like a child might suck a pacifier. While she was sound asleep.

It was a pleasant experience, and I thought I might put a little effort in and turn it into a blowjob, but then I realized she must be dreaming and that I could probably visit her dream. The prospect was quite inviting. I had not done anything like that with any of the girls since I had begun the more advanced dream stuff. It was quite easy to get into Fiona's dream.

When I did, it was remarkable. In the dream, she was swimming. She was a naked woman, but somehow, she could swim like a fish. She darted in and out of coral and vegetation, swooping in and out of one scene after another. She had a device in her mouth that allowed her to breathe underwater. You can guess what it really was. The thing about the dream was not the sexuality, though. It was the exuberance of the experience. She was as genuinely happy and excited as she could be.

It was a lot like a flying dream. In fact, it was just like that, but it was underwater. And it was delightful. The colors were bright and saturated, fish and rays, octopi and shrimp, creatures large and small, swimming all around. A whale approached nearby, and she went to visit it, swimming beside the giant eye of the gentle beast. Dolphins arrived and were the most playful of all. Fiona had no trouble keeping up with them, even jumping out of the water with them. She could feel the water on her skin, and so could I.

I've never had a dream nearly that nice or that lasted nearly that long. It went on for some time before she sunk back into deeper sleep. I did nothing to enhance, direct, or distract. I'd just hitchhiked the whole time. It was incredible. When she went into deeper sleep and stopped dreaming, she sort of stopped sucking on me and I pulled out of her lips with no resistance. I spent some time remembering the experience and thinking about what it would be like to make dreams like that on purpose. It was the feelings of it more than the content and the possibilities were huge. The sense of freedom, excitement, of joy, really. Exuberance was a good word. How to recreate that? Could I create such emotions in others? How much could I actually control dreams? I had so much more to learn.

I found that I was not particularly sleepy after all that, so I decided that I would return to dream land with a different girl. I could choose from Susan, Cam, or Kit, though I could have returned to Fiona as well. Part of what I wanted to see was how things worked with someone else, though, so I picked Kit.

Kit may very well be the kinkiest of the girls. At least she was the most interested in spankings and anal. That, and her being pretty clear about seeing herself as my slave. Which is an interesting way to make sense of what we are doing. Not quite how I understand it, but certainly revealing a lot about Kit.

I decided to try to create a dream. I had gotten better at controlling the content and the setting of the dream. And better at directing how it would play out. I wondered if I could tailor a dream for Kit that she would like.

It's a little like being a movie producer, except I can actually feel a lot of what the actors feel. Still, it's like I am watching the scene play out while at the same time directing the action. Well, not all of it. It's more like I nudge things along, adding details and activity as things progress. I'm not sure I could take things in a direction someone really didn't want to go, but I'm not sure since I never tried. I certainly would not want to do that with Kit. I did turn up her arousal to set the stage, though, then stated the 'movie.'

It was dark outside. Kit was led by a rope tied around her neck by a muscular, bare chested man with pants made of coarse material, wearing leather sandals. Kit was naked.

He drew back a flap and pushed her through into a large tent, following her in. The sides of the tent were about the height of a man, held up by 6-foot poles all around. The tent then sloped upward to the center, which was held up by a large pole.