David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe.
Live well!
9. Nesting In(di)stinct
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(Author's Note: This chapter IS a little strange, crossing time and space without the usual referents or respect due. If we seem to be popping more levels than we push or mixing stories or levels, it's because we are. What can I say? Faster-than-reality travel is indeed disconcerting and unnerving.
Also, there are two daughters involved in this chapter. Note that they are over the age of eighteen. Note that this is fantasy and not reality. If you have trouble understanding either of these points or their implications, do not read this chapter.)
"What?" Katie shook her head. A moment ago, she had been tonguing heavenly pecker nectar off Ms Moreno's chest. Now she was in a tall glass cubicle slowly filling with water. Paul was piled naked against the side of the cubicle, pressing his face and hands against the glass, repeating, "But my love! My love!" David stood beside his mother, sporting a four foot erection, looking at Katie. "What? What did you do, David?"
David shrugged. "I don't know. I just wished to find out the truth about you and Paul and this object. And suddenly you were in that glass box, with juices gushing out your pussy."
Katie looked down and, sure enough, the liquid filling the container was pouring out her vagina. "I don't understand, David."
"I don't either. Just tell me the truth, Katie. About you and this object."
"Well ...."
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I was doing my math homework, getting frustrated because the damn sines and cosines wouldn't behave, when I realized I was standing on Paul's front porch. Most bizarre. So I knocked on his door, intending to ask him how I'd gotten there.
Paul answered the door carrying that item you have in your hand there, David. He raised his brows and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I have no idea, Paul."
"You've come to steal my penis, haven't you?!" Which was a really odd thing to say.
"No, I was just doing my math homework when suddenly your front porch appeared under my feet and your door was in front of me."
"Liar," Paul shook the object -- it later turned out to be a mummified penis -- at me. "I was planning on using this later tonight on Ms Moreno, but since you've so kindly volunteered, I think I'll just try it out on you first."
He gripped the object in his fist, held it out and shut his eyes.
Suddenly, I found myself dressed like a harem girl, a thin purple veil draped in front of my mouth. And I felt like dancing. I HAD to dance. I wanted to dance to engorge hard-ons from all those that looked upon me. I gyrated into his house, and he shut the door behind me.
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"I just wished for my very own harem girl, my love," Paul pressed his sad cheek up against the glass prison that held the most important person in the world to him now.
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I had no idea that I could undulate like that. Then I backed my backside up to him and jiggled my butt cheeks like jackhammered jello. Then I turned around and swayed my torso with the hypnotic curves of an inquisitive snake.
"Wh-why ... why am I doing this?" I asked him.
"Because I wish you to, you little whore. I was going to wish Ms Moreno huge extra-sensitive gazongas, but you showed up first, so now you're my lusty little sex-wench."
"But, Paul ...," I whined as I undulated to the side and swayed my bosom for him.
"You oughtn't to go where you're not supposed to," he said, wagging that penis at me.
So I snatched it from him.
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"He wished for a harem girl when he should have wished for a slave girl," Lydia pronounced wisely.
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"Hey!" Paul complained.
"I wish Paul was MY slave. Instead of ME dancing for HIM," I uttered brightly, and suddenly he was kneeling before me, kissing my feet, trying not to swallow any of the harem girl bells on my toes.
"Oh, this is NEAT!" I giggled.
"Please, my love, let me serve you."
"Tell me what's going on."
"Anything but that, my love. For I have sworn to another that-- "
"Paul! Tell me!"
"I cannot." I held up the mummified penis, though I still did not know that was what it was. "I wish that you had no choice but to tell me."
Suddenly, Paul was hunched over on the floor in front of me, naked, sporting a long erection that reached up to and just inside his mouth.
"Phleath! Ghathie! Thonth!"
How bizarre!
"Take your cock out of your mouth when you talk, Paul."
Holding onto it with both hands, Paul took his head of of his mouth. "Please," his voice trembled, "... please ... if this thing goes off in my mouth, it will blow my brains out the back of my head!" Then he stuck the tip back in his mouth and looked up at me pathetically.
Okay. "Just tell me what's going on, Paul."
He took the cockhead out of his mouth again and swallowed hard. "Well ...."
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It's a penis. A marvelous, magical, mummified penis, my love.
I first learned of the artifact the day after my eighteenth birthday. My grandfather had come to visit my parents and me to celebrate my coming of age.
My mother had prepared a sumptuous feast that the four of us partook of. Afterward she brought out my birthday cake, with nine candles across top and nine candles across the bottom.
"Paulie," my grandfather told me before we cut the first slice, "Tomorrow, I have a rare and wonderful thing to show you, a true treasure of the ages. But you'll need to forgive me if I delay your gift until tomorrow. Tonight I need to get reacquainted with your mother."
Mom frowned, puzzled. Then she and my father exchanged a look: perhaps the old guy is starting to lose it.
My father made a joke about her being a wife now, and no longer a daughter, and grandpa had better stop flirting with his wife. Everyone laughed and we cut into the cake.
It was delicious. My mom has always been a good cook.
"Carol," Grandpa told my mom, "You have simply outdone yourself. But you always have been an overachiever. How can I ever thank you for such a wonderful meal?" He stood, unzipped and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, then began removing his shirt. "Perhaps a nice juicy suck on my cock?"
Mom and Dad exchanged a wide-eyed look, aghast. The old man HAD lost his mind! HOW were they going to come up with the money to keep him in a home?!
Grandpa fished in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a stick.
"Ohmigod!" Mom gasped.
"Remember this, baby cheeks?"
