The Paranormal and Technology

"Every man is a damn fool for at least five minutes every day; wisdom consists in not exceeding the limit."

A big thank to Kenji Sato for his hard work and patience. A really talented editor.

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I opened the door after the first ring, as I was, expecting her. Lillian was so nervous, that she seemed to be radiating electricity. She kept biting the nail of her thumb without realizing it, and kept talking. She obviously didn't know what to wear for this type of meeting, and her choice was a little odd. It was a light-gray, two-piece business suit, consisting of a skirt and a jacket.

After two births, her breasts were huge and pressed the buttons of her jacket, which barely held the tension. She had a classic hourglass figure, and dressed this way, she looked ample. Soon things would fall into place, once she was without her clothes, and became naked.

I poured her a glass of wine, but she only calmed down after she drained the second bottle. She was looking at me scared, when I started to take off her clothes. When I got her naked, I spread her legs and ran my tongue over her slit. I felt the moisture that began to form on her outer lips.

She gasped loudly, and squeezed my hair with both hands. "Oh my God, William doesn't want to do this to me. He thinks it's dirty."

After about five minutes of giving a tongue-job to her vagina and clitoris, I felt her orgasm approaching. When she was on the edge, I shoved my juice-soaked index finger into her anus, which literally hit her. I could see her eyes popping out of their sockets, as she finished orgasming.

"I never, never..."

She had no breath to finish her words. It seemed that no one had ever invaded her anus before. I smiled because she would have many more such feelings. I fucked her for about three hours. She orgasmed over ten times. She didn't even take a bath after we finished because she was in a hurry to pick up her kids from school. She was feeling terribly guilty and apologized, saying that 'if it was not for Lucia, she would never have done such a thing.' At last, after a sensual kiss, she didn't forget to thank me.

She came again on Wednesday. This time, I took her doggy-style and I had anal sex with her, for her first time. Then I made her lick my cock and balls until she had licked them clean. She gave me a deep French kiss on the way out, and thanked me shyly again.

On Friday she came with a bottle of Jim Beam, dressed in a raincoat. When she unbuttoned it, she turned out to be wearing only garters and stockings. There was no longer any sign of the nervousness she felt during our previous meetings. She began to explain to me that her husband, William, was on a business trip, and we had the whole weekend ahead of us. The children were left to her mother.

In the foyer, she took me in her mouth and perfected hеr oral techniques for about an hour. On Saturday and Sunday, I did everything with her. I had my time to cum on her soft lips a few times. She had honey-blonde hair and a thick bush between her legs of the same color, and her blue eyes always seemed blurred before orgasm. During breaks, she explained how grateful she was to Lucia and how much the atmosphere at home had improved after taking her advice. Her husband, William, couldn't take his eyes off her, and he was insatiable in the evenings. On Sunday afternoon, I had a long goodbye kiss at the door, and after that, she anxiously asked me if she could call me again. She said not to think of her as a whore, but Lucia had told her that she and I were the perfect match for the important energies to flow correctly.

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A few months earlier, when I settled in the suburbs, I realized I had made a mistake, but the house I bought was not to be missed. I liked it at first sight because I had grown up in such a place. Quiet streets with lots of greenery and young, middle-class families. Upper middle-class. I was the new attraction in the area, and that's why my neighbors immediately invited me to the first garden party, where all the families of the neighborhood attended.

They were all married with children. The husbands were all with successful professionals with above-average incomes, and their pretty wives were busy all day socializing and gossiping. They were racist, homophobes and egoistic; they made their opinions of others by their status and income. The fact that I was not married immediately put me in that second description. In the weeks that followed, I heard the stories about myself, that I had a criminal past, that I was a gay, and that I had served time in prison under a different name.

During that same time, I met Lucia, after hearing another false rumor about myself. She tried to see my future by reading my palm. Then she tried to sell me a love amulet for one hundred dollars. She claimed to be called Lucia, which meant light.

"God had charged her with the mission of bringing light to people." She was a gypsy, but she claimed to be Indian by origin, that her family gave the world spiritual leaders and positive energy. I don't think she ever went to school. She came from gypsy swindlers and had an almost supernatural ability to quickly uptake people's reactions and manipulate them.

I was working as a leading IT specialist in a large company, and my income was really very good. I loved what I was doing. I had always been creative, and that was the moment when I saw the great potential of joining our skills. It was like a light bulb switched on in my head. Maybe, what I wanted really, was a little revenge on my arrogant neighbors, maybe I wanted to fuck all the sexy housewives in the neighborhood--the truth was that I no longer remember the reasons for my idea.

Hardly anyone will remember that at the next neighborhood gathering, I presented Lucia as the person who helped me fix my life. Everybody was looking at me as if I was crazy, probably commenting that I was slightly abnormal, but the proper housewives were definitely interested. And Lucia, herself, was used to overcoming mistrust and ridicule--she knew what to do, and how to do it. She soon became the center of attention in the women's circle, promising everyone that she was 'so busy', but she would do everything possible to help.

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After sending Mary home with a dripping pussy, it was time to fulfill my agreement with Lucia. I sat down with my laptop and turned on the screen. Through a well-disguised camera behind Lucia, I could see Anne Marie's skeptical gaze. I knew that this mistrust would soon change, just as it had for Lillian. Almost immediately, I found a photo on her Instagram profile that would be useful. Anne Marie was posing with a huge smile before the camera in the family bedroom, and there was a canvas of the sea with sailing ships behind her. I passed the information immediately to the miniature ear-piece Lucia had. Through my speaker, I heard her beginning to explain to Anne Marie in a melodious timbre, that she felt bad energy in the bedroom.

"There is a very dangerous thing in your bedroom, it is connected with the sea and ships..."

In the dramatic pause Lucia took, Anne Marie hissed, "That bitch, Georgia."

Through the Facebook profile of Richard, Anne Marie's husband, I immediately verified that Georgia was his mother. She was obviously a strong-willed and domineering type of woman, with the icy-cold eyes of a Nazi officer. What a typical relationship between daughter-in-law and mother-in-law.

That was enough for a person with Lucia's acting talents. "There is an obsessive woman who suffers day and night that Richard is no longer hers." Anne Marie's eyes widened in surprise.

"I never told you my husband's name!"

Lucia looked at her complacently. "This thing hurts you just when you are weakest--in your sleep. Now I see that Georgia is Richard's mother, she is an evil woman."

There were many photos in the Facebook profile of Anne Marie, which were published some years ago, of herself and a shiny blonde girl--definitely looked like 'the best buddy from school'. In the later photos, the girl was already with her husband and proudly showed off her engagement ring. The text below the picture was 'I'm missing you' to which Anne Marie explained in detail, how she missed her. Usually, after one of the girls got married, these best-friend relationships fell apart.

Lucia took advantage immediately. "The bad influence of the canvas has clogged your good energy and the energy of those who love you. It distracts your contacts with a woman named, Doris, and that hurts her. It hurts you, too."

Anne Marie was already blushed and sweaty, the strong emotions were making her breathe heavily.

"Richard is also under the influence of this evil energy, and your life with him leads to further collapse, even though he loves you. You need to find someone who has the energy to fix the clogged tunnels, so that this bad influence does not destroy you and your marriage! You need to fix the harmony. You need to repair your love."

This, once and for all, destroyed Anne Marie.

"What should I do!"

I accepted that this was enough, and turned off the transmitter and camera. People had no idea how much of their private information was actually available. They provided it freely every day, while talking on their phones, or posting it on social media. The last thing I noticed was Anne Marie's protruding tits, which seemed to drill through the light summer dress she was wearing.

An hour later, my iPhone signalled that I had a message.

"Wednesday 12:30pm She will be shaved. 3 sessions."

Lucia was so amazing with her unusual sense of humor. I have no doubt that while Anne Marie was preparing to 'cure' herself through an intense sex session with me, also paid a good sum of money as a session fee to Lucia.

I reached over and opened the list I had made. Most of the neighborhood MILFs who deserved to pay attention were on it: Susan Mayers, Ann Mary, Lillian Winters, Rebecca Collins and so many others. I grinned because sooner or later, they would get the white cream they deserved in all their holes. The paranormal and technology -- what a wonderful combination.