Astral Sex 1

All the characters have turned 18. And the author of this text is 38, and he still lives with his parents.

Translation to English by TrueTourette.

I like going by overcrowded buses. It's not that I enjoy suffering or frottage. It's all about human thoughts and emotions woven together in this tight space. As a mind-reader I just love being in such a library. After I first discovered this ability I had been reading everything I could. Eventually I became more picky. I acquired a taste for exquisite sophisticated thoughts. But fantasies are even more interesting.

So, the bus's doors open with a suffocating sound and along with other passengers I'm swallowed by the vehicle. With a heavy sigh the bus starts moving.

Hundreds of abstract or frighteningly realistic images are filling my head. People are divided into groups in this astral Net. The bus is dominated by the old men community. Their cloudy thoughts are sticky like spider-web in the corners, smelling of naphthalene and rotten teeth. However the old men sometimes fall into their past and then their minds are brightened with vivid colours.

It gets boring pretty quickly, so I turn to a couple of blue-collars. Their thoughts and desires are not that original as well. They already see themselves in a small pub. After having two shots of vodka they say goodbye and go to their homes where their dysfunctional families and football on TV await.

What else have we got here? Ah, yes -- a teenager's fantasy. It's a little bit more interesting. But just a little bit. In his dreams the teenager is having wild sex as it is depicted in porn. A famous actress is lying on her side, her legs spread by the kid whose face looks like a pizza because of acne. He is breathing heavily while penetrating her oyster and she's moaning enthusiastically. They are both happy. Oh, the youth...

But the teenager isn't the only one having astral sex in the bus.

When my wondering stare accidently meets hers, she looks away shyly. She is a beautiful woman deep in her thirties. Long red hair. Face of an ideal shape as though it's made of white marble. Enormous emerald catlike* eyes. And her lips... dear lord, her soft plump lips! Her snow-white blouse covers two big bouncy hemispheres. I feel my dick move inside my pants stretching the fabric.

The woman gives me another quick glance and turns away to the window... But by god, what is happening in her head! She is having sex. And not just boring old sex. She's fucking like crazy. With me! In all years of mind-reading I've never had such an encounter. I mean I'm not ugly, but she's the first person ever to fantasize about me as a sex partner. What is more, in her thoughts my average body is getting some Greek-god proportions. Believe it or not, I did look like that at some point of my life when I was hitting the gym regularly.

In her fantasy I stand before her, naked with my dong towering proudly. She thinks it's twice as big as my real one. It's long and venious with an uncovered pink head. Transparent precum is slowly dripping from the tip of it.

She's wearing a light green chiton and sandals made of leather belts bracing her perfect white ankles. She's kneeling, my erected cock enlarged by her imagination is right in front of her face. She's taking it in her hands and in the real world my whole body is shivering.

Her gentle hand with sharp crimson nails is slipping along my dick moving my sensitive skin there and back again. One stroke -- one local nuclear explosion inside of me. Meanwhile her little playful tongue is tickling the seam down below. Sometimes she touches my tightly filled balls.

Suddenly my astral lover stops the movements and grabs my phallus with her plump silky lips. Jesus fucking Christ! My real cock is almost tearing my pants apart poking into the fat ass of a lady beside me. The fat lady staggers back in fear.

Losing self-control, I begin to dissolve into the redhead's hot fantasy. Meanwhile she takes almost all of my cock in her mouth. What is she doing to me? She is putting her head on my dick like a bead on a thread, purring hungrily, scratching my butt with her sharp fingernails. Losing my consciousness, I'm gripping her fiery hair and fucking her in the mouth over and over again. The landscape around us looks like Hell. Lava fountains are bursting among black smoke. Firewalls are burning and hot embers are dancing in the air.

She's squeezing my cock with her lips, then suddenly ejects it from her mouth making a champagne cork popping sound. My hard penis is wobbling eager to be touched again.

"Fuck me", she says. "Fuck me hard".

I quickly tear her chiton apart. Her cyclopean boobs marked with wide pink nipples jump at me happily, free at last. I take my time. My eyes are worshipping her beautiful body. I know for a fact: today Aphrodite herself is honouring me with an audience. I can't believe my hands are holding this silky perfection of a woman. I bite her nipple and then the second one.

Her imagination transforms me. I'm getting covered with hair, two horns are growing from my forehead turning me into an animalistic satyr. I grab my Greek goddess by her milky-white cuddlesome ass, lift her in the air and put her down on my dick. She's choking with a scream of pleasure. Her slender legs -- still in light sandals -- hold my hairy hips tightly. In the meantime I'm hammering my Priapean schlong deeper and deeper into her Abyss which is slurping joyfully.

She holds by the tree that has grown behind her, her heels hitting my scratchy woolen buttcheeks. She's become too weak to scream. She's just squealing helplessly as I'm hammering her vagina.

Her imagination knows no limits. Suddenly she makes me grow a long whip-like tail. Bending, my new limb touches her brown anal ring. Aphrodite takes a deep breath when my tail starts drilling into her ass. I get slower trying to synchronize the movements of my dick and tail. Her fingernails are scratching the tree bark mercilessly. Her green eyes are smokey. Her beautiful lips are moving:

"Fuck me like a whore I am. Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck meeeee..."

I'm pulling her onto myself. The goddess's perfect body is almost parallel to the ground. Her sandals have flown away. The world around us has disappeared. The only thing left is the tree she's holding by. I almost pull my cock out, but then plunge it back into her pink pussy as deep as it reaches. Meanwhile my strong tail is torturing her butthole. It's a real saturnalia, a frenzy of passion.

With a crackle my back tears itself apart and two giant membranous wings appear from my body. I swing them flying up with her in my arms. She's pushing all her luxurious body against mine. One wing swing -- one stroke inside her vagina which is dropping vivific moisture on the transient world beneath us. She's not squealing anymore. Each friction makes her rattle. Down below where her drops have fallen flowers bloom.

After one more friction her vaginal walls start beating like an enamoured heart squishing my cock. I can't help but ejaculate. A mighty stream bursts forth from my schlong wiping everything in its way. I scream at the top of my lungs pouring everything I've stored up inside my goddess. All of it till the last drop. The world around us dissolves in a crimson flash. It's been the Big Bang indeed.

And then -- nothingness.

I come back to my senses. The bus keeps going. My astral lover is sitting in stupor. Something warm and sticky is crawling down my leg. I feel empty.

The bus stops. She stands up and hurries to the door. I follow her. We just have to make acquaintance.