Saturday morning came and I caught myself looking out the back window for Holly's car. Constantly. Make a pot of coffee and glance out the window. Sit at the table to eat breakfast and watch out the sliding door. All the time, that constant buzzing in my head. And the voices. Or rather, the voice. It was Holly's voice. Layered over layer. All of them barely audible. It was mostly just moans and sighs, but occasionally, I could hear words but could rarely discern them. I could make out an occasional "cock" or "pussy" or "cum". "Fuck me now" was a part of the theme as well.
The visions in my head had become much more focused. I was seeing one thing. Holly's lips. Holly's lips with the tip of my cock slowly shooting a load into her parted lips. Over and over, in my mind I saw myself shooting a load into her waiting lips. Lying on the bed. On her knees.
I tried to carry on conversations with Cheri. I worked and tried to care for patients with a vision of Holly's lips accepting load after load from my cock. I constantly had a huge erection.
She was constantly changing, as well. I saw her lips, at the end of my cock, taking load after load of my cum. But those visions were like a shadow off in my periphery, always there but always a mirage. The vision in front of me, however, was constantly changing.
Holly on her knees in front of me in the kitchen as I cooked breakfast. Holly on her knees in front of me as I tried to watch a baseball game. Holly giving me road head as I drove to work. Holly swallowing my piss as she sucked my when I went to the bathroom at work.
But always, her lips were taking my cum. And the hum was always there. Sometimes it was an undulating tone that seemed to be drawing my focus. Then, the voices would come, unintelligible and haunting but as they became more discernible the hum would decrease in tone and ramp up the volume.
It seemed to fill me like a huge subwoofer from within, shaking my entire being. The whirring also slowed just as her voice returned. Holly's voice. It was always Holly's voice.
"Your cum. I want your cum. Give me your cum. Suck your cock. Eat your cum. Lick your balls clean. Suck your cock. Make you cum. Deepthroat. Taste your cum."
And as the words gained intensity and volume, the tone began to climb in pitch and the whirring increases in intensity. And my cock increased in size and hardness.
I could never remember my cock being this hard for this long. I was so horny I was ready to fuck Cheri. But, I had tried and when I started to touch her, the voices and the whirring just got louder.
Whereas the rest of the time, I was able to function with all of this right below the surface, when I tried to touch Cheri, it took over. I couldn't focus on anything Cheri said or did. She looked at me and I could sense her asking if I was OK. I told her I just didn't feel well and rolled over to feign sleep.
I fell asleep Saturday night with my cum shooting into Holly's mouth and my cock going deep down her throat, over and over and over again.
But my dreams Saturday night didn't stop there. I must have been in REM sleep all night, for there was no way that the amount of content in my dreams could have been contained in the little bit of deep sleep experts say we actually get. And, that was just what I remembered. I felt as if there was so much more that I didn't remember.
My dreams were all Holly.
Then, Sunday morning came.
When I woke up, Cheri was gone to church and the house was quiet. It was quiet, that is, except for the buzzing and whispering in my head. But, it was different than it had been. It was more subdued. Less piercing.
"Come to me. Cock. Pussy. Lick your cum. Come to me. To me. Me. Pussy. Come to me."
Frankly, whatever was causing it, I enjoyed the sexual excitement. My wife and I had not had a sex life in years, and since I had met Holly and had her voice in my head, I was constantly horny. I had been masturbating incessantly. Everything turned me on.
I went to the kitchen in my pajamas to put on coffee, and out the back window, I saw Holly getting out of her car. Same loose sweats, but something was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, so I just stood there and stared for a moment as she went to the back of her Honda Prelude.
As if she knew I was watching, she looked up and waved to me. I waved back as she started to grab groceries.
"Hold on and I will help you unload. Just let me get on some clothes." I said as I slid the door open.
A few moments later, wearing jeans and a T shirt, I met her at the back of her car and grabbed two bags as she grabbed the last one.
"Thanks" she said. Her voice was sweet and clean and as she spoke, the voices were gone.
"Don't worry about it" she said.
I noticed that although she was still wearing loose fitting sweatpants, she had on a tight white top with spaghetti straps. It was not see through, but...maybe it was...just a little. There seemed to be a definite change of skin color showing through around her very prominent erect nipples. Her tits were so firm and erect they looked fake but had just the right amount of bounce as she walked to let you know they were real. Her arms and shoulders were very toned and muscular while also very feminine.
Her upper half, finally visible, was a work of art.
I followed her in, admiring her from the rear. She turned around to speak to me, and caught me staring.
