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I was in the cornfield when I first heard The Voice. It was a hot July day in Iowa, and the sun and the heat may have been playing tricks on me, so I ignored it the first time I heard it. As isolated as we are out there, it's easy sometimes to imagine things. But the second time, there was no mistaking it. "If you build it, he will come," it whispered. "Build it? Build what?" I said to the corn, feeling foolish. There was no reply, just the wind rustling through the cornstalks. I went back to work, checking the soil moisture, and as I bent down, I heard it again. "If you build it, he will come." I shot in the air, jumping higher than the corn, looking to see if there was somebody with a microphone and an amp playing a trick on me. Our nearest neighbors were half a mile away, and the Doggerts weren't exactly pranksters, being in their 70's and all. I saw nobody, just corn as far as the eye could see. I got back to our house, a pleasant enough white farmhouse, and Angie was waiting for me with a cool glass of lemonade. She was a bit of an anomaly in this part of Iowa; a beautiful Japanese-American girl who could hold her own with the chores. She was proud of her body, and I was kind of partial to it as well. Her strong arms and legs made for some interesting sessions in bed. As I drank the lemonade, I said, "I could have used a Scotch instead." Angie gave me her quizzical look. "I heard a voice out there today." "A voice." "Yes, a voice. It said, 'If you build it, he will come.'" "Who will come? And what do you have to build?" "I don't know." "Well, next time, ask him," Angie said. And that was that. We had dinner, watched a little TV and turned in early, as we always did. Angie got that little teddy on that she knows drives me crazy, and I had fun groping her little tits under the satin as I pulled her thong aside and had my way with her as she sat in my lap. She's sensitive about how flat she is, but I don't care. I sucked her diamond-hard nipples, and felt her cum, which set me off as well. We're lucky we don't have any kids and the neighbors are far away, because we rocked the rafters that night. We both crashed right afterwards, but I woke up at 2 AM. The moonlight was shining brightly through our bedroom window. I got up, and as I looked out at the cornfield, I heard it again. "If you build it, he will come." Angie was snoring, and I didn't dare wake her. So I whispered out the window, "Build what?" Out in the middle of the cornfield, a vision appeared. It was a house, fairly modern looking, with lots of windows. Something that didn't make a lot of sense from what I could see. But The Voice was insistent. "If you build it, he will come." Then the vision disappeared. "Gary, are you okay?" Angie asked sleepily. "Yeah, I think I just got an answer to one of my questions." "That's nice. Come to bed." And with that, she was back to sleep. I tried, but slept fitfully. I'd seen that house before, but I couldn't place it. Angie woke me with a kiss. "C'mon, big boy, there's work to be done today." I looked at the alarm. 5:30. The downside of farm life. "I know what I have to build," I said. "A house." "We already have a house." "Yeah, but something special will happen if we build a house in the cornfield." "Are you crazy?" "I'm dead serious, Angie. I've never felt something so strongly in my entire life." She searched my face and saw that I wasn't kidding. "Building a house like that could eat up most of our savings." "I know." "But, if you feel you must, I won't stand in your way." "Thanks, honey, you won't regret it." The look on her face told me she wasn't convinced. I'd always been pretty handy, and three months later, I'd finished. I was working 18-hour days between getting the crop in and building the house, and our relationship had suffered a bit. But the corn had gone to market and I put the finishing touches to the exterior of the house. It was relatively small, and didn't have a bathroom or kitchen installed yet, but I'd gotten it sealed against the Iowa winter before the first snows fell. I brought Angie a portable heater and an inflatable mattress and we decided that we'd christen the place. When we shut the door behind us, I felt a shiver go through me. Angie felt it, too. "Fire up that heater, Gary," she said. We had a bottle of wine, and then lay down on the mattress. "It's a good house," I said. "Yes, it's a good house," she said, pulling off my pants and kissing the tip of my cock before plopping it in her mouth. There was an extra amount of lust on both our parts. We hadn't done it much lately; we'd both been too tired. But tonight was like old times, and we went a little nuts. I groped her tits and screwed her like a maniac. I was probably just engaging in wishful thinking, but her breasts seemed just a little bigger than I thought. She didn't seem to be putting on weight anywhere else. I just noted it and moved on. Angie was really enjoying herself, and she put my hand on her clit as she bounced up and down on me. Her orgasm was spectacular and I loved watching her writhe in ecstasy on top of me. I gently massaged her clit as she came again, and the clenching of her vagina set me off as well. Our cries of passion echoed over the empty cornfield, as she slumped on top of me, spent. Angie shook me awake. "Gary, get up. You won't believe this." I shivered. Sometime during the night the heater must have gone off. But there was a light shining in my eyes. "What the..." "Gary, the house is finished! I don't know how, but it is. There are two bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and everything works!" I was incredulous. "How is that possible?" But I shook the sleep from my eyes and looked around. The place was indeed finished. Hell, it was nicer than our original house. She'd turned on the thermostat and I felt the heat starting to rise. We looked at each other in stunned disbelief. "This doesn't just happen," I said. "This is really cool," Angie replied. I couldn't disagree. But six months worth of hard work just....appeared overnight. Everything I'd planned was all done. I had an idle thought of maybe being in some kind of 'flash forward', but that didn't make any sense either. Where we'd set up the air mattress was now the middle of the living room, with a shag carpet and all the furniture we'd had our eye on. A big-screen TV was in one corner of the room. I checked out the rest of the place, and the master bedroom was perfect, with a big circular bed. That wasn't exactly what I'd envisioned, but it turned out that was something Angie had always wanted, which is why she squealed with delight when she saw it. While this was all fantastic, it just didn't make any sense. Things don't just build themselves. And that's why there was a bit of dread in the back of my mind. I turned on the TV and quickly found that the date was what it should be. We hadn't traveled through time, so one possibility was eliminated. I chuckled to myself that I was even thinking in those terms. I must be going nuts. I got my shoes on to go outside and take a look at the exterior of the house, because it looked a lot bigger on the inside than I'd originally planned. Sure enough, it was a lot bigger on the outside as well. It was a pretty stunning piece of architecture if I had to say so myself. But as I was talking to myself, The Voice returned. "Go the Distance," it said. "What? Go where?" I asked futilely. Angie came outside and shivered in a late October cold. "Brrr. This house is definitely bigger than what you built, honey." I ignored her. "The Voice is back." "Oooh. Why do I think this is not a good thing?" she said darkly. "What did it say? Do you have to build a garage as well?" "It said, 'Go the distance', whatever that means." "No idea where?" "None." We got back to our 'regular house', washed up and got ready for the day. We both had errands to run and I needed to pick up supplies in town. Angie was getting her hair and nails done, something she only bothered with after the crops were in. Then she was driving to the mall 30 miles away. She hated shopping at Wal-Mart so that was her link to 'real civilization' as she called it. I was placing my seed and fertilizer orders at the Agway when I ran into Hank Jones, the young banker who'd given us the loan to build the new place. I'd been avoiding him because we'd fallen behind in the payments. "Hey, Gary, been meaning to talk to you," he boomed, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Oh, hi Hank," I said, feigning cheerfulness. "Gary, I know you've been avoiding me, but you know you're behind on your mortgage payments. Three months is danger territory." "I know Hank, but we're waiting for the payment on our crop to come in." "Yep, I know that, but you plowed under a lot of your crop to build that house in the middle of nowhere. I don't think you'll have enough to pay the loan and still be able to plant next year. We need to talk, and soon. I'll stop by. Give my regards to Angie." Well, that was a bummer, I thought. Jack Doggert, my neighbor, had overheard the conversation. He was a nice enough guy, but a nosy old cuss. "That Hank Jones is an asshole. Better watch out for him, Gary, those twenty-somethings are always the nasty ones. But why the hell did you build a house like that in the middle of rich farmland?" "Jack, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Let me ask you....did you ever hear voices when you were out in the field?" "Voices?" "Yeah, voices saying things like 'Go the distance.'" "Nooooo," he said, drawing the word out. "Are you hearing voices? Is that why you built that house?" He said it loudly enough that some of the other guys at the Agway stopped what they were doing and turned to look. I tried to shush him and said nervously, "I never actually said I was hearing voices. Just weird sounds, that's all. Like a sound truck from the highway or something. Sound can travel for miles, you know." Jack seemed unconvinced. "Hope you're not drinking or anything. Angie seems like a nice girl." I finished my order and got the hell out of there as quickly as I could. I was puttering around in the barn when Angie got back. When she stepped out of the car she was a vision. Sometimes I forget how beautiful she is when she's wearing overalls and a flannel shirt. She was wearing a short tight skirt and a shirt tied at the midriff that seemed to accent her boobs. They seemed to be spilling out of her top. Her hair was feathered perfectly, and she'd put on makeup. "Holy shit!" I cried. "You look incredible, honey!" She blushed. "I was hoping you wouldn't think I was crazy. I just got kind of carried away, and one thing led to another." I'd have hugged her, but I had fertilizer on my hands. "Why don't you get cleaned up, and I'll head down to the Sex House." She pointed at our creation in the corn field. It surprised me that she called it that, but it also gave me a pretty good idea what I'd be getting tonight. I hopped to it, and took an extra-thorough shower. When I joined her, she was sitting on the big circular bed, her legs up and a finger inside her cunt. I could smell her sex the minute I walked into the room. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was making a small 'o'. I stood there for a second, fascinated. I felt my cock stand up inside my pants. As I unzipped my fly, her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me wide-eyed. "Oh, wow, I just lost it for a bit there. I'm so fucking horny." I loved it when she talked dirty like that, and she knew it, too. I took off my pants and shirt, and slid over to her on the bed. She hiked her skirt up, and guided my head into the moist canyon between her legs. I lapped her up like an eager puppy, and then I got my treat as she sat down on my rigid pole and did her belly dance moves with her abdomen, much to my delight. She opened her shirt and let her boobs free, and I had to say something even though we were in the middle of things. "Babe, your breasts...they've gotten bigger." I cupped her warm flesh in my hands. She was not interested in discussion. "All I need right now is for you to suck them," she growled, moving forward to thrust them in my face. They were so warm and smelled so perfume that I lost myself in them, fondling them, my tongue playing over her nipples, as she sat down on my crotch, rippling her abdominal muscles as she caressed my cock internally. She didn't do this often, but it always got me off hugely. I accidentally bit one of her nipples slightly and as I did, she shuddered. The gushing of juices told me she'd come, and she pressed me harder against her chest as her muscular vagina pulled and played with my dick. I bit her other nipple gently and was rewarded with another orgasm. Her clenching set me off as well, and I fired a steamy load of my own, our sticky fluids leaking everywhere. She fell forward, those soft tits falling against my chest as she purred in her afterglow. "Oh honey, that was awesome," she said, minutes later. I was wrapped around her tightly, my cock only now beginning to soften. "Yeah." I was very lucky to have a wife this hot. We flopped down beside each other and were soon fast asleep. It was still pitch dark when I heard The Voice. "Go the distance." I thought I was dreaming, but there it was again. "Go the distance." Outside the bedroom door was a light. I crept out of bed, and into the hallway. The light got stronger as I headed to the back of the house. There were sliding doors, covered by curtains at the back of the den, and when I pulled them back I was blinded by the light. Outside, where there should have been a corn field, there was an immense lawn leading down to a sandy beach and the ocean beyond. What the.... Again I heard the voice. "Go the distance." Nervously I opened the sliding door. A warm breeze blew in, ruffling the curtains. I heard the ocean crashing in the background. How was this possible? I hesitated at the threshold, but before I heard the voice again, I stepped over. A feeling of lightness enveloped me; I was almost floating. I looked around, and I was on a patio looking back at my house, only now it was on the California coast, as best I could figure. The sun was so brilliant it hurt my eyes. I shaded them with my hand and that's when I noticed. I had long manicured nails. I looked down and I was wearing a blue silky teddy. I felt my pert breasts underneath. I was a woman! I felt all over and realized I was wearing the skimpiest of thongs. I could feel it up the crack of my butt. Now I turned around and saw a handsome blue-eyed surfer type. He was lying on a chaise lounge, his shorts thrown aside, his hand stroking his large dick, a crooked smile on his face. He spoke, "Hi Heather, come over here, babe." It was obvious what he expected. My body was responding. I could feel my nipples harden and the beginning of a wet spot between my thighs. But my brain overruled my body and I fled back inside the house. I slid the door shut behind me, my heart pounding. What the hell just happened? In a few seconds, almost without me realizing it, I reverted to my old self. I made sure the door was locked and went back to the bedroom. Angie was still out like a light, but I didn't sleep well after that. When I did wake up, it was because I felt Angie's mouth on my johnson. There are worse ways to start the day, and when I groaned she looked up and said, "Good morning, honey!" in an entirely too-cheerful voice. Angie wasn't normally a big fan of blowjobs, and she never swallowed, as I learned early on in our relationship. After greeting me, she went right back to giving me head. I just laid back and enjoyed it. There was a kind of urgency to her movements this morning, and as I felt myself getting ready to blow, I let her know so she could get out of the way. "Ange, I'm going to come, oh God, I'm going to come!!!" I fairly screamed. She kept right at it, her mouth firmly clamped over my penis. She even gave my balls a little tug, and I exploded. She was gagging a little bit, but I couldn't control my release. It felt like a week's worth of pent-up sperm, as I kept bucking my hips ever so slightly as I fired wad after wad down her throat. She took it all. When I was finally done, she took my cock out of her mouth and rubbed the underside of it back and forth over her lips. Then she popped it back in to lick off any last globs she might have missed. It was the sexiest thing I ever saw, and I'd have been rock-hard watching it if I hadn't just blown my load seconds before. "Now it's my turn," she said solemnly. She straddled my face and propped a pillow behind my head so that I was perfectly positioned to lick her twat. She rubbed her clitty against my nose, and smeared my face with her pussy juices. She was a humid jungle down there, and she held my head in place as she delicately humped my face. I caught my breath wherever I could; she didn't seem to care if she smothered me, such was her wanton desire. My lips enveloped her love bud, and as I suckled on it lightly, she started screaming and cursing, "Oh my god, fuck yeah, right there, yesssss....." I slipped a finger into her well-lubricated snatch, and she surprised me by pulling it out and guiding it to her asshole. This was something else she'd never done, so it was a morning of firsts. I penetrated her to the second knuckle and she frigged herself back and forth between my face and my finger, going faster and faster and screaming incoherently. I realized with a start that I wasn't really important right now- I was just a vehicle, a tool, for her release. I was her sex toy. After a minute of furious pounding, she started cumming. I could feel her asshole clench and her pussy tighten all her screaming had descended into a long low moan as she let her orgasm wash over her. She arched her back as she pushed away from my face, her clit too sensitive to be touched, my finger slipping out of her anus. She fell back on the bed, the only sound her heavy breathing. I wiggled my nose to make sure she hadn't broken it, and croaked, "Wow, you were out of control." "Yesssss," she sighed. "We should both take showers. Separately, so we don't kill ourselves." "You first, Gary. I can't move." I got up and took a long hot shower, which felt really good. I was amazed at the brand new plumbing and fixtures, all of which I had selected but hadn't actually bought or installed. Yet, here they were. This was a much nicer shower than the rickety old shower we had in our farmhouse. When I got back, Angie was beginning to stir. I looked at her body in amazement. She'd always been tall and thin and truth be told, a bit flat upstairs. But now she'd developed fantastic curves, and I had no idea how many bra sizes she'd jumped. She seemed to be taking it all in stride, though, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if she'd always been the Asian goddess she was right now. I watched her walk into the shower and almost jumped in there with her. But I steadied myself. There were a lot of questions that needed answering. How had this house finished itself? And what was out there beyond the sliding door onto the patio? I went to that back door and peered out furtively from behind the curtains. It was the same place I'd seen during the night, except the chaise lounge was empty. From what I could see there was no one around. I wasn't about to venture out again until Angie was with me, though. Just to satisfy my curiosity, I went out the front door and walked around to the back of the house. Nothing there but brown cornstalks in the early autumn chill. Going back inside, when I looked through the sliding door there was the same sunny warm back yard with the ocean beyond. I jumped as I was goosed from behind. Angie was dressed in one of my football shirts, which was way too large except in the chest, where the numbers 8 and 7 were stretched far apart. She had her skirt from last night back on as well. We'd have to talk about her tits, if I could keep my hands off them for 30 seconds. "What're you looking at?" she asked. "This," I said, throwing back the curtains. The patio and the ocean beyond glistened. "What is this? Some kind of projection or something?" "No, it's real. I stepped out there last night because I couldn't sleep. And.....something happened, which is why I need you to watch me." "You're scaring me now." "No need to be scared, but I think we should be cautious. I heard The Voice again last night, which is what led me here. I'm going to step out a few feet and I want you to tell me what you see." "Gary, be careful." I stepped across the threshold onto the patio. I felt the warm breeze and the sun again. And I felt lighter than air. My body tingled all over. There was no one around, so I walked to the edge of the patio. I was wearing high heels, but somehow, I had no difficulty. They felt entirely natural. I couldn't see anyone, except for a few people spread out on the beach. I looked back to the house, where Angie was wide- eyed. I laughed, and realized that my voice was different as well. I walked back toward the door as sexily as I could, my tits bouncing with every step. I could see my reflection in the sliding door, and what I saw was fuckable perfection. This body was built for sex. As I approached the door, Angie opened it a crack. "Get back in here!" she hissed. I was enjoying myself too much, though. It was a little bit like getting high. I felt my perfect boobs through the thin material and wagged my tongue at Angie. She reached out and pulled me inside. I staggered inside, a little woozy. I felt myself changing back to my old self as Angie watched in fascination. It must have taken a minute for me to get back to normal. "That was amazing!" she said, as I stretched my arms and legs. I found my ordinary body a little depressing in comparison. "I have to try it myself," she said. "I won't wander too far." She stepped over the threshold and turned around to look at me. Angie's face had changed slightly, but the real change was in her body. Her string bikini could barely hold the porn star-sized tits, and she had six pack abs and nicely defined arm and legs. She was an absolute vision. While it was hard to tell in the high heels, it appeared she'd even gotten a little taller. Angie rubbed her hands over her body in amazement. She looked at her reflection like I had, and she liked what she saw. She flipped off her bikini top and started playing with those incredible mounds, kneading and pulling at the firm flesh and then sticking a hand down the skimpy bikini bottom, her eyes closing as she touched her sex. I reached out and pulled her in before she got any further. She changed back almost immediately to good-looking Angie from awe-inspiring Angie. She was experiencing the same feeling of depression that I had upon being yanked back. "That was the most awesome I have ever felt, Gary. I felt like I could flap my wings and fly." I'd recovered my rational mind. We had to be careful about this, I told Angie, because for one thing, it seemed the more times you went in, the longer it took to 'come back'. Also there was that guy lurking about, and I was guessing he'd still be looking for that blowjob he'd missed out on. We needed to step away for a bit. Plus, we had things to do in the real world. Hank Jones was coming out to talk about the note we had on the farm. We went back to the farmhouse and got all our paperwork ready. Promptly at 10 AM Hank came up the drive in his Beemer. He stepped out and came up the steps, dressed in his Armani suit, which I thought was a bit of overkill for rural Iowa. We let him in and he sat down at the kitchen table. "Gary and Angie, let me cut to the chase. Corn prices are way down this year due to the recession, and your crop was a little light due to that....house you built in the middle of that field. I see all the bank records and I know that you're maxed out on your credit cards. Your savings were wiped out in building that house. You're three months behind on your mortgage. You won't see any money from your crop for at least a month, maybe two. And even when that comes in it won't be enough to cover your expenses." His summary was accurate. We were in lousy financial shape. "But I can help." He smiled in a reptilian way that gave me a chill. "How?" Angie asked. "I can bring your note current and give you top dollar for your crop. It's the kind of transaction I can write off in a number of ways that my accountants have devised. I can even take care of your credit card bills," he said. "That's a lot of money," I replied suspiciously. "$27,534.16, not counting the float I'd be giving you on your crop. I have all the paperwork for you to sign right here." He pulled a document from his jacket pocket. He'd already signed it and dated it today. It was even notarized. "So what's the catch?" He leaned back in his chair. "I'd like to fuck your wife." I was stunned. "You want to what??" "I want to fuck your wife. I've had my eyes on her for a long time. I love Asian women but there aren't a lot of them in this neck of the woods, and she is hot." I was ready to deck him. "Now just a min..." Angie interrupted me. "I'll do it." I looked at her incredulously. "You'll what?" A serene smile came over her face. "On one condition, Hank. We do it in the new house. I don't think Gary needs to hear or see this." She shot me a look that said, 'back off.' Hank seemed amazed that his plan was actually working. "Sure, I'd like to see the new place anyway, since I'm paying for it," he said smugly. "I was thinking we could do it on the patio," she said, and suddenly it all clicked. She took the paperwork from me and said, "First, I want to be sure everything's signed, and secondly, I want you to talk to someone at the bank to make sure this is all on the up and up. I'll dial the number." When she got through, she handed him the phone, and I listened on an extension. He asked for someone named Sandy. "Sandy, Mr. Kintzler will be in today with that paperwork I drew up to rework his loan. That's to go straight through with no problems." Sandy told him she'd handle it right away and he thanked her. He also said he'd be taking the rest of the day off as he had some business to attend to in Des Moines, and he'd see her on Monday. He hung up and said, "Now let's see that house of yours." I watched them walk into the cornfield. A minute later, she ran back, breathless. "Okay, I let him out on the patio and locked the door behind him. Let's go look." She grabbed my arm and we sprinted to the house. Both of us peeked out from behind the curtain. A stunning redhead was standing on the patio. She was already feeling her big knockers and her tongue was playing over her lips. "She tried to get back in at first, but I think her body is winning out right now," she said. "I know the feeling." I said I'd head to the bank straightaway to get things clear, and Angie said she'd watch the door. "Whatever you do, don't unlock it, and don't go out there yourself," I said. "We'll see how this plays out." I asked for Sandy when I got to the bank and she took the paperwork, ran me a printout that my credit card and loans were paid up, and I flew back to the farm. When I got to the house, Angie was still there by the door. "You missed all the fun," she said. "She went over to the chaise lounge and started masturbating. Then a big surfer dude showed up and she fucked his brains out. Then they left, and I haven't seen anyone else." "If he doesn't come back, we'll have a missing banker on our hands. Let's keep watching." It took another two hours, but finally the redhead showed up alone and went to lay on the chaise lounge on the patio. Angie said she would grab her and pull her back. I held the door open as she crossed the threshold. Her high heels clicked on the terrazzo of the patio, as she grabbed the redhead's arm. She resisted, and instead pulled Angie toward her. I could see Angie's resolve melting, so I made a split- second decision- I went to grab both of them. I felt the rush of the change in my body but I tried to stay focused. I pulled Angie off the redhead, then managed to pull them both back inside. I sank into a chair as I slowly felt my body returning to its dull male self. Angie was soon herself as well. But the redhead still remained. "What am I doing here? Who are you guys?" she said in a bit of an airheaded voice. "We're Gary and Angie Kintzler. Who are you?" Her jaw went slack for a moment. "I'm Hannah. I'm kinda cold. I'd like to go back outside." Angie went to lock the door. "Why don't you stay with us a while, Hannah?" she said. "Okay. I'm hungry. Got anything to eat?" All we had was a bag of chips, which I got. I had to admit Hannah made eating Ruffles a sensual experience. She still hadn't changed and showed no signs of changing soon, so we had to assume prolonged exposure delayed the change back. She finished the chips and shamelessly started playing with her boobs. She turned to Angie and said, "Man, isn't playing with yourself the best?" Angie was tongue tied. But Hannah moved over and touched one of my wife's breasts through her t-shirt. Maybe I should have stopped it, but it was too exciting to watch. Angie didn't stop her either. She just went 'oh' softly as Hannah's hand went up inside her shirt. Her other hand deftly undid her jeans and before I knew it, the redhead was kneeling in front of Angie, nuzzling her pussy. Angie's hand went behind Hannah's head as she moaned on the sofa. Almost without thinking, I removed my own pants and started stroking myself as I watched them go to it. Angie seemed in her own world as she wrapped her legs around Hannah, then screamed as she came again and again. I felt my own load building, but no sooner had Hannah finished pleasuring my wife then she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it as she sucked and licked the tip. I couldn't stand the sensation and exploded in her mouth right then and there. As my cum dribbled down her chin she stood up, a confused look on her face. Her tits had shrunk, and her hair was different. She was morphing back into Hank. In a minute or two it was almost complete. He was still confused, and half-dressed, he mumbled that he had to go. He stumbled back to his car and sped off in a cloud of dust. Angie and I stared at each other and burst out laughing. "Well, I think that was worth $27,000, don't you?" Angie giggled. "I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me," I said. I tried to be rational for a second. "We need to figure out exactly what we have here. We need to make a list of things and possible explanations." "Gonna be a long list," she said. Indeed. We went through it, though. First, was the house finishing itself. Then the back door. Was it a portal? A black hole? A transporter? A figment of our imaginations? And where was the other end? It was warm, but we weren't even sure it was the same time of the year. It looked like California, but we hadn't really done much exploring. It sure as hell wasn't Iowa. Crossing the threshold caused changes. So far, with two men and a woman, all the changes were to decidedly beautiful women. So it wasn't just a gender flip. The sensation of being on the other side was intoxicating. Was it addictive? And prolonged exposure seemed to increase the time it took to change back. Was there a tipping point past which there was no going back? One thing that had shot through the roof on both sides of the door was our libidos. I was constantly erect, as were Angie's nipples. It was hard to concentrate. Angie's body had gotten much curvier and sexier. She blushed when I wrote that. "I know it, but I don't know how it's happening. And it feels so natural that I'm not even noticing it." "I'm noticing it," I said. "Well, then there's something you should know, Gary. You're changing, too. You're hard as a rock right now, but your cock's an inch shorter. I should know." I thought that was the case, but I was hoping it wasn't. "And take off your t-shirt," she said. When I did, I realized that all the hair on my chest had disappeared. And my nipples were now red, tender and puffy. When I touched one, I felt an electric thrill. The thought hit me with a mixture of dread and excitement. I was turning into a woman! How could not have noticed? I guess everything had gone so haywire in the last couple of days I wasn't sure which side was up. What I wondered was, would I be as beautiful as my alter ego on the other side of the glass? Angie came over to me. "Just remember, whatever happens, I still love you." I needed that little bit of reassurance right then and there. She straddled my lap and took me inside her. "Just lay there and let me do the work, babe," she said as she caressed and stroked my cock with her amazing vaginal muscles. She rubbed her nipples against mine, and the combination of everything had me cumming again in no time. Then we kissed passionately for what must have been an hour. After that, I fell asleep nuzzling her soft pillowy breasts. As I slept, The Voice returned. "Ease his pain." I jolted awake. "Ease his pain." "What? Whose pain?" I said to nobody in particular. What time was it? I had no idea; this house had a lot of things, but there weren't any clocks. It was then that the doorbell rang I fumbled around for my clothes, but I couldn't find them. So I opened the door a crack and stood behind it. It was Hank, looking decidedly the worse for wear. He had an attach? case with him. "Please let me in," he said. I debated, but finally let him in. He was very much to the point. "I want to go back. And I don't want you to ever attempt to 'rescue me'. I have to go." He opened the attach? case. "Here's $750,000, give or take, in non- sequential bills. It's yours if you let me go and don't let anyone else come after me. It's all the liquid assets I could get hold of on short notice. I've left a note in my house saying that I've seen the light and have joined the Unification Church. I have a ticket on the late night flight from Des Moines to New York. All I ask is that you drop my car off at airport parking there after I go. "The money is yours, if you leave me be." Angie had sneaked up behind me, and I felt her warm tits pressing against my back. "Let him in," she said. I opened the door wide. He seemed unconcerned that we were both naked as jaybirds. He opened the attach? and the money fairly spilled out. I riffled a stack to make sure they were all real bills. They were. "That's for your trouble as I'm sure you'll eventually get a visit from the police. But the money's untraceable. I know how to cover my tracks a bit." "Bon Voyage," Angie said. And with that, Hank walked through the door, and Hannah emerged on the other side. She ran away to parts unknown, her high heels clicking as she went. "Ease his pain," I said to myself. Angie was wide-eyed. "Wow. I think our financial problems are solved, honey. Let's only use this sparingly, as we need it. No need to raise any suspicion." I kept $5,000 out and buried the rest in a spot in the cornfield only Angie and I knew. We took two cars and dropped Hank's BMW at the airport as he requested. Then we went to a nice romantic restaurant in Des Moines, and held hands under the dim light. "You look so sexy," I burbled. "So do you," she replied. "I like the more feminine you." I did, too. I looked forward to what was coming, and I wanted more than anything to take a trip to the other side. I wanted to feel like a full woman as soon as possible. "Tomorrow, let's explore. I want to find out more about our new world." After the long drive back, we fell into the big bed, and Angie begged me to fuck her. "I'm going to miss your cock," she said. I had a momentary pang of loss myself. My five-inch hardon satisfied her, though. For the first time, she wanted me to do her doggie style in the ass as I strummed her clit, and we both had bone-rattling orgasms. The next morning we got up, and after strategically hiding a spare key in the frame of the sliding door's exterior, we prepared to go across the threshold. The last thing we wanted to do was get trapped. I stepped through, and Angie followed me. She blossomed so beautifully before my eyes, and I could see her lust as she looked at me. We kicked off our high heels and headed barefoot for the beach. I reveled in the feel of my boobies bouncing with every step. We reached the ocean and felt the sand between our toes. And then Angie said, "I want to fuck you right here on the beach." My nipples got as hard as diamonds at those words. We took a dip, and Angie held me in her strong arms. "I love you, Gary." I said what I'd known for a while. "My name is Heather." "I love you, Heather." We kissed for a long time as the waves moved up and back. Then she stripped off my wet bikini, lay me down in the soft sand and stood over me, a goddess set to have her way with me. I spread my legs a little wider and whimpered in anticipation. She bent over me and gave me a peck on the neck, then another and another. Her hand barely grazed over my nipples as she did so, sending me into a tizzy. Her fingernail lazily traced its way down to my abdomen but hesitated before it reached my slit. "Oh please, touch me there, Angie!" I begged. But she had other ideas, feeling the inside of my smooth legs and thighs. I couldn't take much more of this; she was teasing me to within an inch of my life. I could feel my juices pouring out of me. In desperation, my hips humped the air, and I tried to paw at one of her breasts, but she blocked my advances. My body was covered in goosebumps as she swirled her tongue against my right nipple. I let out a tiny groan, and felt myself drifting on a pre-orgasmic plateau that overloaded my mind. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. My other nipple was getting the attention now and when she bit down gently on it, fireworks exploded. "Ohmigod", I whimpered as I felt myself cum. Angie was far from being done, though. She kissed her way down my body, stopping to slowly lick my navel, which was sensuous enough that I came again. The sustained level of arousal was such that the slightest thing was setting me off now. She was a sparkler and I was a room full of firecrackers. Finally she reached my dripping cunt. I looked down between my breasts to see her slurping up my juices. As our eyes met, she crawled up over me to kiss me. I savored my warm, salty fluids from her mouth, reveling in the taste. She broke the kiss and went back down between my legs, pulling my pussy lips apart with her fingers to lick up and down the slippery insides, as I experienced another hair-trigger orgasm. Watching her again, I could see my clitty poking up, waiting, craving to be touched. But Angie teased me once again, stretching her tongue as far as it would go, and flicking it in and out like a little penis fucking my cunt. Another firecracker went off as I writhed under her. Then, without warning, she pounced on my clit, sucking it into her mouth and twirling it on her tongue. I screamed and my vision went black. I may have actually lost consciousness for a second or two, the sensation was so intense. I was a bucking bronco, but Angie rode me to perfection, never losing her oral grip on my fleshy love nubbin. I ripped through multiple orgasms until they blended together in a haze of pleasure the likes of which I could never have conceived of. I was limp and incoherent when she picked me up a few minutes later when she carried me up the hill back to our house. I woke in the big circular bed. I was still Heather, which pleased me. And Angie was still a Goddess. "What happened?" I said. "We were out there for a while so I wanted to come back. And you were in no condition." "No, I wasn't." "I'm afraid you weren't quite ready for what your body could do." "No. That was pretty....intense. Is it always like that?" "It isn't normally, but we don't seem to be normal people...over there. Everything on the sensation and pleasure scale seems to be turned up to 11. Colors are more vivid. Experiences are more intense." "Orgasms are more earth-shattering." "Yes. And I think we're doing the right thing by building up gradually. I think Hank Jones jumped in the deep end and he did too much too soon." "Well, he didn't jump- we pushed him," I said. Angie frowned. "Point taken. But I think if we're careful, we can manage things." As I watched her, she was losing just a bit of that glow she had 'over there'. I felt some changes, too. She smiled. "Your cock has made a reappearance." She gripped it softly, and I said, "Mmmm." "How long has it been since we got back?" "About two hours. And we were over there for four hours," she said, "so it's about a 2:1 ratio for the change back." She stroked my hardening cock. "I missed him." I kind of missed him, too. I was of two minds about this. While I enjoyed being a woman, there were some 'guy things' I liked, too. Like being able to stick my prick in a woman and pump her full of sperm. By the same token, I loved fondling my own titties and having somebody else lick and suck them, too. I was conflicted, to say the least. Angie had changed back, but not all that much, I noticed. Her arms were still strong and she still had nice tits, much nicer than the ones she had when we started on this adventure. And looking down, I noticed that my own tits had shrunk, but they were still a nice handful. My hair was still longish and blonde, just like Heather's. I was somewhere between Gary and Heather. Angie was still stroking me. "Honey, I kind of like you like this. You're hot." My cock jumped in her hand. It wasn't tired from our passionate lesbian sex on the other side, because it hadn't made the trip, I chuckled. She moved up to kiss one of my nipples, and it was still plenty sensitive. As she sucked on the stub it sent sparks through my body, some of which reverberated through the organ in her hand. Pulling away, she straddled me, burying my bone in her steamy cunt. Then she leaned forward just enough to play with my tits as she rocked back and forth on my dick. The best of both worlds, I thought. Her expert manipulation had brought me to the edge of orgasm, and when she gave both nipples a tweak simultaneously, I blew my load. But a funny thing happened. After I came, I stayed hard. A few minutes later she got me to come again. Then again. And again. I wasn't having the humongous wall- rattling gallon of jizz orgasms, I was having smaller ones, but multiple times. "Baby, I love how you can stay hard after you cum!" Angie said breathlessly after I'd done it a fifth time. I loved it, too. It certainly made things more interesting. When I finally softened, it was almost a relief for both of us. Afterwards we explored our bedroom closet. In another mystery we chose not to explore, it was full of sexy things. Angie loved all the lingerie. "It's like the Victoria's Secret catalog showed up in our closet," she exclaimed. I loved the tights that hugged my new curves and the form-fitting tops. I loved my girlie feeling on both sides of the door. As the days had gone on, Angie was taking more of a lead in what we did. She initiated the lovemaking, and she decided when we should cross over. I was happy to let her do it, and happy to rest in her strong arms. I enjoyed being Heather, with and without a cock. But then we got the scare of our lives. The Iowa State Police showed up in our driveway. After knocking at the farmhouse, they came down to our new house. Angie told me to get into bed and pull up the covers. "I'm going to pretend you're sick," she said. The detectives introduced themselves, and when Angie told them her husband was sick, they said, "I'm sorry ma'am, but we'll need to talk to you both." When they came in to the bedroom, I had my best sick face on. "Honey, this is Detective Hooper and Detective Paradine from the Iowa State Police. They wanted ask us a few questions." "About what?" I asked weakly. "Well sir, this is a missing persons case right now, but we have reason to suspect foul play," Hooper, the older one, said. He smelled of stale cigarettes and coffee, and had a brush cut. No nonsense, I could tell. He went on. "Do you know a Mr. Henry Jones?" "Hank Jones? From the bank? Sure I do." "Was Mr. Jones here the Thursday before last?" "Yes he was." "Was there a reason for his visit?" "Yes. He advised us that he was modifying the terms of our loan." "Didn't you think that was odd?" "Well, yes. We'd fallen behind on the refinanced mortgage on our house. Hank, Mr. Jones, came to our house and apologized for trapping us in a loan that would be impossible to pay back because it had deceptive interest rate rises in it." "And he was modifying the terms?" "Yes. He said that he was trying to make things right." "Again, didn't you think that was odd?" "We did. But he explained to us that he was abandoning his life as a banker, giving away his worldly possessions, and joining a church. We were grateful; we were looking at a foreclosure, and we weren't going to look this gift horse in the mouth." Paradine spoke up. "That squares with some other information we'd received." He was younger and a little less buttoned-down than Hooper. Hooper continued. "That Thursday, that was the last time you saw him?" "It was. He gave us some paperwork that I filed with the bank. He called the bank from our phone he was here." "We confirmed that a call was made to the bank from here at 10:14 AM. Did Mr. Jones appear agitated? " "No actually, he seemed quite peaceful, which was unusual because Hank could be a bit of an asshole." Paradine snickered at that. "You aren't the first person to describe him that way." Hooper got things back on track. "Did Mr. Jones have any enemies that you knew of?" "None that I knew of." "Did you have any reason to wish Mr. Jones ill?" "No. Remember, he'd just helped us out hugely with our finances." "Were you blackmailing him? Seems odd that he'd help you out, then disappear." "Absolutely not." I sounded indignant, and my voice cracked. Hooper backed off. "Sorry, I had to ask. We're at a bit of a dead-end with this case. All we know is that he was at his home Thursday night, bought an airplane ticket to New York from Des Moines, his car was parked at the airport, but he never got on the plane. He'd given indications to others that he was chucking it all and joining a church or a cult or something. He may be wearing an orange robe and collecting quarters at a bus station for all we know. But his parents find it hard to believe he'd just disappear." "They think he's an asshole, too," Paradine piped up. "That's enough, Steve." Hooper was brooking no funny stuff. "Thank you for your time, Mr. and Mrs. Kintzler. Here's my card, if you remember anything else. We're just checking with anyone who'd seen him in the two weeks before he disappeared." As he walked out the door to the bedroom, he turned and said, "I hope you feel better." "Thanks," I replied. After Angie let them out and made sure they'd gone out to the highway, she came back to let me know the coast was clear. "Good performance," she said. "As a treat, I say we take a little trip." We jumped across the threshold. We'd always been alone when we'd gone over, but this time we saw a couple next door out on their deck. A big titted redhead was leaning on the railing while the surfer dude I'd seen the very first time was taking her from behind. I watched, fascinated. The one thing I hadn't yet done over here was get my pussy properly fucked by a hot stud. "Hannah", said Angie. I was confused for a minute, but then I remembered. Angie seemed much clearer over here than I was. My lust seemed to cloud my brain a bit. We drew a little closer to watch, and they didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, two more studs in Speedos showed up on the deck to enjoy the fun. Angie took that as her cue to walk on over, and I meekly followed. "Hi boys!" Angie squealed. Any misgivings I might have had about this disappeared when I caught sight of the huge bulges in their skimpy swim trunks. I sidled up to the dark-haired one and rain my manicured nails up and down his sculpted chest. He led me inside the house to a white leather couch. In an instant I threw my bikini aside, and got my fingers inside the waistband of his Speedo. As I pulled it down, an immense cock spring up into my face. I knelt before him on the soft carpet and kissed the tip of his cockhead. Then I swallowed it all, eliciting a groan from my stud. His stiff prick slid down my throat easily, but that's not all I wanted. After a minute or so of lubricating him, I got up and straddled him on the couch, my hand firmly wrapped around his cock. I teased my pussy lips with it and rubbed my sensitive little clotty too. It was fabulous, and I felt the now- familiar wetness between my legs. I was ready. After rubbing him up and down my slit a few times, I aimed him right down the middle of my cunt. The feeling of his hot poker inside me was unreal. I reveled in the feeling of being so utterly filled by this huge slab of manhood. "OH FUCK!" I screamed as he hit bottom. I was completely skewered on his dick. I could feel him throbbing inside me. I did what I loved so much as a man. I rippled my abdominal muscles back and forth as I rocked on his pelvis. I frigged my clit as I rubbed my pussy lips against his wiry pubic hairs. I was like a demon possessed; I wasn't interested in his pleasure, only my own. It was selfish, but I didn't care. I felt my first orgasm building as I rode his rock-hard cock. And then I reached the plateau that I craved so much, where the slightest thing set me off. I came again and again as I treated this stud like my own fucktoy. I'd lost track of my orgasms when I felt his strong hands lift me up. I only dimly realized that he hadn't come yet, so wrapped up was I in my own satisfaction.. He lay me on the floor and bent my legs back. It was only when I felt his dick at my back door did I know; he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I spread as far apart as I could as he fed his tip inside my anus and pressed down with all his weight. I was moaning as my cheeks were being split apart by this giant rod. It felt so much larger than it did when it was in my pussy, and for a split second I wasn't sure I'd be able to take it all. He kept pressing, and I kept splitting open. I wasn't in control anymore; I was now HIS fucktoy, and somewhere deep inside I found that exciting. When he was buried as far as he could go, I hoped for a little respite to get adjusted, but he started right in on me, pumping in and out. I was now a rag doll in his muscular arms. But I had one more surprise. I felt a body move over my head, and when I looked up, my vision was filled by pussy. A large shaved pussy, slick with cum, white cream dripping from its labia. As it drew nearer, I stretched my tongue out to slurp it up. It was swampy and smelled of sex. As I was smothered by it with a cock in my ass, I felt like the ultimate slut. As my ass got pounded harder and harder, I worked my way up to the big distended clit and sucked it into my mouth. The screams of ecstasy I heard told me I was doing my job, and I gasped when I felt the favor being returned. My stud was approaching his climax as he slowed down to pump as deeply into me as he could. I felt his cock give one big throb inside me and then I felt his cum filling me, burning me, slickening me. I came myself as I felt his sperm leaking from my ass. I clamped down on the clit in my mouth and caused one more orgasm, completing the chain. My face was bathed in her sticky juices as she lifted off of me, and I felt my stud's cock slip out of my ass. Suddenly I was alone on the carpet, staring at the ceiling, slowly coming down from my high. A woman's melodically voice interrupted my daydreaming. "So, where'd you come from, Sweetie?" I propped myself up on my elbows to look at the one who asked. On the couch was Hannah, long flaming red hair, big tits and all. She looked absolutely edible. Deciding to test, I said, "I'm from Iowa." Hannah looked confused. "Where's Iowa?" I ignored that and said, "Where are YOU from?" "I don't know, I'm just from here." "Where's here?" "I don't know, it's just all around." Couldn't tell if she was just being intentionally dense or just didn't know. She didn't seem too bright, but with a body like hers, brains didn't have to be at a premium. Trying one more tack, I said, "Do you know Hank Jones?" Her blank look spoke volumes. "Nope." And with that she got up and walked away, out to the deck. I followed, intensely aware that while I was already dripping cum from my ass, my pussy was still hungry for a big load of man juice. My brain seemed to be clouding over with desire; I wasn't thinking rationally. All I wanted was more, more, more. So when I walked out to the patio and saw him standing there only one thing was on my mind. He was a rugged blond with a chiseled chest and piercing blue eyes. His cock, only semi-hard, was at least six inches long. I drew close to him and reached out to grasp it. It was warm and heavy in my hand as I hefted it, feeling its power. I looked up into those eyes and the words fell from my lips without a conscious thought. "How may I please you?" I asked. My poor sex-addled brain was trying to catch up with my body. Why did I say that? He replied in an accented voice, "Suck my cock, bitch." The words should have revolted me, but instead a thrill went through my body. This was so wrong, but it was so right. The dampness between my legs increased as I fell to my knees and took his hardening manhood into my mouth. Even in my fucktoy state there were some things I couldn't do, and take all of his magnificent dick down my throat was one of them. I wrapped on hand around the bottom of his shaft and jerked it as I lavished attention on the fat purple head of it. I fondled his massive balls and fantasized about all the sticky sweet cream he was going to give me. Off in the distance I heard Angie moaning in cadence to the fucking she was getting. I had no time for her; I was focused on my own world. I must have this man's cum. I must please him. That was the most important thing in my world, and nothing else was important. I must be his cumslut. The word passing through my mind made my pussy gush. I was sucking away happily when he pulled me roughly to my feet, then dragged me next door to our patio. I don't know why he was so rough, I would follow him anywhere. He sat me down on the chaise lounge and spread my legs. My heart pounded at the thought of his wonderful cock inside me. I was so wet that he slid inside me easily. He moaned slightly and I was so happy I was pleasing him. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his ass, forcing him into me, harder, harder. His dick was like a hot iron bar inside me, and every time he plunged to my depths I sobbed with joy. But he wasn't done yet. He pulled out of me and moved me aside as he took me place on the chaise. His awesome rod stood up straight, glistening in the sun from my pussy juices. I knew what to do instinctively, straddling his waist as I gripped his cock, swishing the rubbery head up and down my dripping slit, taking care to diddle my throbbing clit with it. His eyes were closed and his face was a mask of ecstasy, so I did it again and again. The last time I rubbed it against my clit, I went over the edge into orgasm, my vision blurring as I rode my sexual high. I started to feed that monster into my cunt, and as it entered my I felt more explosions going off inside me. When I reached bottom and had swallowed his full ten inches, I shimmied back and forth on it, drenching his crotch in my cum and filling the air with the scent of my sex. It was a sweet perfume. I slowly started to rise up and plunge down on him as his hands moved up to grope my big tits. I felt little rivulets of sweat run down between my mounds as he pulled my little nubbins with his string fingers. I stared into his eyes seductively as I began fucking him harder and harder. I could tell from his ragged breathing that he was loving it, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as well. Our eyes were locked as each of us were determined to out-fuck the other. His hips moved under me as I swayed back and forth, impaled on his awesome prick. We fell into a rhythm now, faster and faster, my hips grinding against his tool, my own breathing matching the pace of his thrusts. And then I heard him moan, his dick throbbing inside me, his balls tightening, and I sat down on his as hard as I could. He exploded inside me, showering me with his hot jizz as I brought my legs together, squeezing him inside me, determined not to let that wonderful organ escape my vaginal grip. I came again myself as I steadied myself against his bare chest, our orgasms mingling as I felt my cunt muscles clench and unclench around him. I screamed in triumph as I felt his cum spurting deep inside me, filling every part of my body with a warm tingle better than any high I'd ever experienced. If this was a drug, I was addicted. Addicted to a fat cock between my legs, filling me with the spunk that I caused, by being such a good fucktoy. I was so proud as I did a little wiggle on my stud's slowly softening cock. He seemed less impressed. He smacked me on the ass and told me to get up. Then he said, "Get me a drink, bitch. Scotch." I was momentarily confused. Get him a drink? For a second I thought he was in love with me. I got up slowly, my mind clicking. I had to satisfy him. To satisfy him, I had to do what he wanted. So if he wanted a drink, that's what I would do. It was my place. I opened the door into our house and stepped inside. A chill went up my spine. Holy shit, what was I doing? It was as if my head had suddenly cleared. I was behaving like a little sex slave! What was worse, I was enjoying it! I was a different person on the other side of the glass, and it scared the living daylights out of me. I thought long and hard about what had happened. I tried to reconstruct things, and it seemed that I was okay until I started to have sex with someone; at that point my mind kind of shut off and CumSlut kicked in. I tried to calm myself down. There was a guy outside who was waiting for a drink and I'd better get it for him. Then I'd better get Angie back and fast, before she was totally gone like Hannah was. I hurriedly poured a scotch, plopped in a few ice cubes, and ran outside. I was still okay, I noted. He was lying on the chair, fast asleep. I put the drink next to him and set off in search of Angie. She wasn't hard to find; she had a cock in her mouth and another on in her cunt doggy-style. She was so erotic to look at that I found myself slipping a finger between my own legs. Her body was so powerful and sexy, and the studs pounding her were so delicious. Steady, old boy, I thought, even though I was the furthest thing from a boy right now. And then I felt the hands on my shoulders. "'Like what you see?" came the familiar voice. Suddenly all my sensibilities were melting like snow in the tropics. Ohh, my stud was back......I could taste my pussy on his cock, and it made me very happy that he came back for more. I spread myself open for him as he took me again and again. I was in heaven. I'd taken his third load when Angie came up to me and said, "We need to get the boys some drinks. My stud was exhausted from the fucking I'd given him, and put up no resistance when I got up off his flaccid cock. I knew it'd be hard again soon, though, and the thought filled me with joy. Angie looked at me kind of weird, and I wanted to make her happy, too. I grabbed for one of her lovely tits, and she gently turned me aside. "Come on Heather, we just have to go inside for a second." It was okay with me I guessed, not seeing any unserviced cocks in the immediate area. I followed Angie back over to our place, and when we entered our house, the chill came over me again. Angie looked at me with worry. "Are you okay/" I felt my brain coming back. "I.....went out to get you. To bring you back here. But I turned into a CumSlut again." "It happens when we come in contact with anyone from the other side. And it persists until we come back here. This is kind of our refuge of sanity," Angie said. "I only found out by accident." "Me too. I tried to get you, but you were.....busy." "Well, you should have seen yourself for the past two hours. You're a sexual dynamo." "You're not so bad yourself." "So, do we stay here?" I asked. "Until we figure out what's going on, I'd say yes. I'm horny as hell, but we need to resist. And we need to close that......" And then my stud walked in. He seemed to shiver and his eyes glazed over just a bit. Angie and I looked at each other. Did the portal work both ways? Was he affected coming to our side just as we were affected coming to his side? In other words, had we just acquired a sex slave? I moved closer to him. He was such a hot lover, and the physical memory of him was fresh in my brain. I stared into his blue eyes. Angie's voice pierced my daydream. "I'm going to watch you two very closely, okay?" "Okay," I agreed, as I reached out to touch his magic wand. Ooh, it was so big. When I wrapped my small hand around it, he shivered again and his organ jumped and throbbed. "How may I please you?" he asked. "What is your name?" "Julio," he said, moaning slightly as I traced a fingernail the length of his awesome cock. "Well, Julio, my name is Heather. Come with me," I said as I led him to our bedroom. The large circular bed was there, covered in satin sheets. I sat on the edge and spread my legs apart. "I want you to lick my pussy, Julio." Julio fell to his knees before me and his talented tongue darted between my slick labia. I winked at Angie, who had taken a chair in the corner and had three fingers in her own sloppy snatch as she watched me. Julio was very good at what he did, and before long I found myself on the verge of cumming. He was very good at backing off at just the right moment. Mmmmm, I could do this forever, or so I thought. Eventually my need to have him inside me won out, though. I lay down on the bed and pulled his rigid member toward my steamy hole. The second he penetrated me, I came with a small sob. He slowly worked his way in and it seemed I could feel every ridge and vein on his magnificent manhood. When he was fully inside and I could feel his pubic hairs brush against me, he stopped and focused on suckling my big boobs. I came again, clenching around the huge fleshy invader. This was so much better than the sex I had on the 'other side'. I was in control, I had full use of my faculties, and this made it ten times better. I kneaded one of Julio's muscular buns as I gave him the signal to properly fuck my brains out. His longish blond hair flew to and fro as he sawed in and out of me. I lost track of the orgasms as I dragged my fingernails down his back, every fiber of my being quivering in passion. I felt him getting ready to cum, and when th