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It wasn't too long before the first few erotic thoughts crossed Cheryl's mind. Meanwhile, the trio had just been talking, and amusing themselves with simple magic tricks, all of which used real magic. Cheryl had promised Deirdre some fun, but, with all the joking going on, it was time to play one on her. She waited until the others were watching her.
"And now, a real disappearing act!," she said in a very professional voice. She stared at Deirdre for a second. She picked a bag up from the floor, which had materialized where the others couldn't see it. Holding it open to them, and then shaking it just as magicians do, she showed that it was empty. "Nothing up my sleeve... ," she exclaimed with laughter. She reached into the bag, fumbled around for a few seconds, and pulled a shirt from it. It was Deirdre's. Cheryl had a very wide smile on as Deirdre discovered that her shirt was no longer on her, but in Cheryl's hand! Jeffrey was looking at her. She felt a bit embarassed for a few seconds, as she put her arms in front of her bosom. Then she relaxed a bit, lowered her arms, and took a deep breath, making the contents of her bra a little more prominent, as if to show off.
Cheryl was digging around in the bag again. "Let's see... What else do I have here?"
Deirdre felt a tug on her bra, which Cheryl pulled out of the bag from across the table. Her breasts bounced a bit as the bra disappeared. Jeffrey looked again, and this time looked away quickly. Deirdre felt embarassed again.
"Hmmm... What's this?" Cheryl queried, as she rummaged around once again. She tugged as if whatever it was inside the bag wouldn't come out easily. She pulled out Jeffrey's underpants, which vanished from inside his pants. (Cheryl couldn't have done that if she hadn't already known just what he was wearing!)
Deirdre and Cheryl both giggled. "Hey!" yelled Jeffrey. Cheryl reached into the bag again, and gave Jeffrey's cock a gentle squeeze. He started to grow inside his pants.
Cheryl then, in rapid succession, pulled from the bag Jeffrey's shirt, his pants, and Deirdre's slacks, and finally panties. She pulled her own shirt off over her head, and then made her own bra disappear, as well as the bag, and everyone's footwear. She made the table disappear, which gave Jeffrey a good look a Deirdre's private parts and vice versa.
It became a contest of sorts. In minutes everyone was showing off. Cheryl had managed to relax everyone's inhibitions. "What do you think?," she asked of Jeffrey, while pointing to Deirdre's bush, which was neatly trimmed, looking a little less natural than her own.
Jeffrey didn't know how he was supposed to answer. "Not bad. It's no fair though. There's nothing to see from here." He was right -- all he could see was the dark patch of hair between Deirdre's legs. The actual equipment, unlike his own, was concealed, at least until she was ready to use it.
"GUYS don't have to cover up their CHEST. Besides, what would you want to see anyway?" With that, Deirdre slid down in her chair a bit, and lifted one leg, spreading her legs apart. The lips of her pussy were visible; as she spread her legs, the lips parted. Jeffrey and Cheryl both got a good look and the pink flesh inside, and the moist opening into her body.
Jeffrey closed his eyes and sighed, the image fixed in his mind. His cock grew completely hard.
Deirdre put her leg down, and then stood up, pointing an accusing finger at Cheryl. "What about YOU?"
Cheryl still had her pants on. She stood up, and her jeans and panties disappeared at the same time. "Fair is fair," she said. Jeffrey opened his eyes, and looked at Cheryl. She smiled at him, her pussy looming at about eye level with Jeffrey. It wasn't as interesting as the view that Deirdre had just shocked him with. Cheryl was standing with her legs together. He sighed again. Both girls noticed the state he was in... Their bodies had melted him.
Cheryl startled Jeffrey back to life by zapping the chair out from underneath him. He fell to the floor, hitting his rump on the somewhat rough carpeting. "Ow!," he yelled.
Cheryl apologized, having underestimated the force of the impact. She changed the flooring from carpet, to a smooth, comfortable surface, kind of like foam rubber. It was soft to the touch, but you wouldn't sink down into it. Deirdre nodded in approval. She simplified the room, eliminating all the furniture, and making the room square, and smaller. There were no doors. Jeffrey stretched his legs out, and started to sit up.
Cheryl stepped over him, straddling his legs, with her hands on his shoulders. Her pussy was almost right in his face. Her scent was mesmerizing. She squatted down, pushing his shoulders, and forcing him to lie down. He didn't complain. In seconds she was straddling his pelvis, her pussy wide open, and his cock pointed straight into it. He grabbed her hips, and helped her ease down onto him. She teased him a bit, pulling up just as the tip of his cock touched her. Deirdre was watching intently, noticing the elements of Cheryl's and Jeffrey's technique she hadn't seen yet. Cheryl finally sat down, squeezing him between her legs, and his penis sank deep into her vagina. With that done, sitting stationary and upright, she looked up at Deirdre. "Well, come on!! Take a ride!" She squeezed her vagina, sending a silent, invisible wink to Jeffrey. He squeezed his own muscles, sending the reply.
Deirdre was standing over Jeffrey, with her feet on either side of Jeffrey's head. She was facing Cheryl. Deirdre smiled at Jeffrey, then squatted down. She got on her knees, and twisted around to take one last look at her pussy's target. "I'm gonna come all over you," she said to him, with a wide grin. Jeffrey sent another "message" to Cheryl, who then smiled at Deirdre. Deirdre then slowly settled down on Jeffrey. His face disappeared between her legs. She squirmed a bit, nestling him in, and allowing her pussy to open to him. Her lips opened around his. She put most of her weight on him, pinning him down. Her legs squeezed his head -- blocking his ears. Jeffrey tampered with the image to allow himself to breathe, through his nose. His mouth was sealed to Deirdre's cunt. He started to probe it with his tongue, and he reached up and found her tits with his hands. Even though he couldn't see, hear, or talk, he did an admirable job. Deirdre's breasts were a little larger than Cheryl's, and her nipples responded to his touch just as quickly. His tongue circled her clitoris. She started moaning.
Cheryl, jealous for a second at Deirdre's state of arousal, started rocking back and forth, and then started sliding up and down. Jeffrey started to bounce underneath her. She didn't feel as involved; Jeffrey couldn't reach her body with his hands, and she was watching him play with Deirdre. Deirdre and Jeffrey left the world of self-control before Cheryl did -- Jeffrey being unable to communicate with her any longer, even through his cock, which was too busy inside her now. As she saw Deirdre show familiar signs of an approaching orgasm, her own seemed far away. So, Cheryl tried something new. She whispered to herself... "Let him hear me. I've got to talk to him..."
Jeffrey was startled by Cheryl's voice, which was coming from inside his head somewhere. "Jeffrey... I need you... Take me with you..."
Jeffrey pulled his tongue from Deidre for a moment. He replied, just as Cheryl had. He had never thought of this use of the Device before. "You ARE coming with me... I'm giving as much of myself as I can..."
He took one hand off of Deirdre's bosom, and grabbed Cheryl's hand with it. "You have to hurry, I can't hang on much longer..."
Cheryl had yet another good idea. "You can hang on as long as you want..."
Deirdre's juices were getting to Jeffrey. Even without his tongue, she was starting to come, and the juices he was swallowing were making him lose touch with everything. He managed to get a final few words out to Cheryl... "Use... A... Conditional..."
Cheryl knew what he meant. She sent a few words to him. Not only did those words give the Device a rule to follow, but just thinking them sent Cheryl into a deep level of intercourse. "You CAN'T come... until I do..."
Jeffrey's tongue was back inside Deirdre's body. He had it grow inside her, so that it was long, and thrust it in and out, feeling the texture of her vagina with his tongue. Every contraction squeezed it. Her come started to leak over Jeffrey's face. Deirdre's orgasm continued, and more come flowed from her than Jeffrey could drink. She loved to come, to see the fluid leave her own body and cover someone else, as if it was evidence of her pleasure that she could keep. With the Device, the amount of fluid she could produce was unlimited. She took advantage of it. Jeffrey's hair was wet, even, beneath her pelvis. It made him slippery, and she slid her body around a bit.
Jeffrey was on the edge. Cheryl's pussy was ready to suck his come out of him, and he was ready to shoot it into her, but he just couldn't. He was on the edge, but couldn't go over it.
Deirdre, exhausted, out of breath, and completely drained, let her orgasm complete itself. Jeffrey knew that it was over, and returned his tongue to his mouth. With a sucking noise, Deirdre lifted herself from Jeffrey, who immediately started panting. She lay down next to him.
Cheryl went on for a few more minutes, sometimes taking it easy, and sometimes very intense. She started coming when Jeffrey took both tits in his hands. Jeffrey felt her orgasm. His own was still pending; the semen already built up, and ready to leave him. Finally, just as Cheryl finished coming, Jeffrey went stiff, pushing his cock in as far as possible, and letting his come enter her body. It was finally over. Fluid leaked from Cheryl, into Jeffrey's pubic hair.
Deirdre was still panting. Touching the puddle of her own come, which surrounded Jeffrey's head and made his hair both wet and sticky, she talked to Cheryl. "Not bad, huh?"
That was another running joke between them. Always highly competitive, Cheryl and Deirdre had even compared the quantity of their own come, as if that was some measure of sexual ability.
Cheryl said, "Not bad, but... ," and pointed to the spot where she was joined with Jeffrey, and liquid was still dripping out.
"That doesn't count. That's Jeffrey's too."
That got Cheryl to her feet. Staring Deirdre right in the eyes, she said: "Oh YEAH?? Take THIS, then!" She squatted down a bit, still straddling Jeffrey, and a flood of come lurched forth from her pussy. It was very warm as it poured onto Jeffrey, and didn't stop, as if someone had left a faucet open. "So there!"
"Okay, Okay, you win! Stop already, you're getting ME all wet."
Since everything was wet anyway, Cheryl shook her pelvis once in Deirdre's direction, splashing her with the hot liquid. Then the flow stopped, and Cheryl's pussy closed. Things had gotten quite silly.
"Time for a shower, I think," Jeffrey said quietly. With that, Cheryl transported them all to the top of a grassy hill, outside, in the dark mid-afternoon as some storm clouds rolled by. It started raining. The rain was warm, and cleaned them all up. Jeffrey sat up, and rinsed the come out of his hair. Nobody said anything about Cheryl's novel way of taking a shower.
A few minutes later, the rain stopped. It was warm and breezy out. The seagulls from last time were back, though they made less sense here since there was no ocean in sight. The sky lightened a bit. Everyone was warm and dry, still naked, after a time. Nobody said anything, until Cheryl finally broke the silence. "So, what do you think of my boyfriend?"
Jeffrey's ears perked up. He was Cheryl's boyfriend. He liked that.
"I'd take him myself if he wasn't yours." So flattering! Jeffrey had to return the comment.
"You're BOTH good. I haven't been able to overestimate Cheryl yet." Jeffrey licked his lips. "And you DEFINITELY know what you're doing, Deirdre." She smiled. Both girls slid over and leaned up against him. He put one hand on each of them, gently caressing Cheryl's left breast, and Deirdre's right. They sat again in this position for a "while" (minutes having no real definition).
Cheryl sat up. "Well, shall we go back? Or do you want to go flying or something?"
Deirdre wasn't too excited about flapping about thousands of feet from the ground. "Well, I'm kind of beat, and I don't want to impose..."
Cheryl answered: "It's no trouble at all. We can go back and find something REAL to do..."
Deirdre jumped in. "Well, there IS one thing I'd like to SEE with my own eyes, if you two will oblige me. "
Jeffrey answered, "What's that? Whatever you like."
"After all, we could have just done what we did in real life, almost. Well, what I'd really like to see is what Cheryl told me about. I want to see her pussy swallow you, if you don't mind."
Jeffrey looked at Cheryl. Her pussy looked so small... It looked like she was thinking about it.
Cheryl, without turning her head, said, "Ok... Let's go back..." A moment later, they were back in Jeffrey's apartment, just as they had left it, except that the floor was clean and dry now. Deirdre's eyes lit up. "You're really going to do it?"
Jeffrey smiled a bit at the thought. Cheryl first said, "Of course! That's what you wanted, right? Not as if we haven't done it before! But this time, I'm going to do it RIGHT, so I don't lose reality..." She pointed to Jeffrey, and uttered a command: "Shrink!"
Jeffrey looked around, at himself. "Huh?" Nothing seemed to be happening.
"You're a little too big to fit inside right now!" Cheryl pointed to her pussy, which did indeed seem to be tiny when one is considering being inside of it. "So, I'm shrinking you. About cock- sized would be very nice!"
Deirdre ran her fingers through Cheryl's bush, touching for an instant the lips of her pussy. "I can't believe it!"
Jeffrey was shorter than Cheryl now. He reached up and touched her, and his hands slid down her sides as he shrank. When he only came up to her knees, she sat on the floor, spreading her legs, with one on each side. She waited. Deirdre knelt down beside Cheryl so she could get a close look.
Jeffrey was now only about six inches tall. He looked up at Deirdre, who smiled and then laughed at him. He didn't say anything; he didn't know what his voice should sound like. He walked to Cheryl's crotch, and ran his fingers through the stiff, wiry hair, touching the moist lips that he only could have moved with both hands. Unlike before, she hadn't grown a bit. He couldn't have climbed over her legs, even. He started to walk away from her, as if he was having second thoughts about being subjected to it all. Cheryl would have to do this one.
She grabbed him, as he was walking away. Her grip was gentle, and she wrapped all her fingers around him to hold him. She brought him close to her crotch. Her other fingers went inside, and she rubbed him, coating him with her slippery fluid. She had to lubricate him to get him inside. She held him on his back, her hand around him.
She leaned back. The time was here. She poked him towards herself, with his feet first. His feet bumped up against her skin, very close to her anus. She brought him up, and with one hand opened her pussy. His feet and legs slipped effortlessly inside. It was warm, soft, and infinitely more realistic than before. He could feel every response of her vagina as he slid inside. Cheryl pushed him in, past his knees, telling him to hold stiff. He wouldn't fit otherwise. She let go, and grabbed him again, higher up. This time she pushed him in past his waist. Her cunt, inside the lips, was sucking at him. She let go again, and laid down, no longer looking. She raised her knees. Deirdre watched with intent as her pussy began sucking. He'd move out a bit, then in, each time a bit deeper. Jeffrey realized that he didn't want his arms to be last inside; as his chest was pulled in, his put his arms at his sides, letting Cheryl grasp them and pull them in, too. Cheryl took a deep breath, and pulled him in, up to his neck. She took a few deep breaths, breathed the words "Say goodbye!," and with another effort, expanded her vagina, sucking Jeffrey in completely. Her lips slid around his head, brushing against his ears, and, as he was pulled into the hole, closed.
This time, Jeffrey was able to see Deirdre's curious face right up to the time when Cheryl's pussy closed. Deirdre, still shocked, hesitated before pulling Cheryl's labia apart with her fingers. By the time she did that, Jeffrey had disappeared into Cheryl's vagina beyond where she could see him.
"He's gone?"
"No, he's inside me. I can feel him. Like that."
"What's it feel like?"
"It's kind of like having a man inside you. I mean -- a penis, kind of. Except --" she giggled -- "this one knows right where to touch you!"
Jeffrey was having a tough time moving his arms around inside her. Her vagina was very strong, and it was a tight fit. He decided to find a sensitive spot inside her -- it would be interesting to Deirdre to see Cheryl come with no outside stimulation.
"Can I talk to him?" Deirdre asked.
"Well..." Cheryl put two fingers inside, to open a space for Jeffrey to talk through, but he was too deep. She pulled her fingers out, and her pussy snapped closed again. "Oh, of course. Go ahead."
Now Jeffrey could hear the outside world, where all he could hear before were the rumblings of Cheryl's intestines, and heartbeat. He could breathe, so he was able to answer. His voice, somewhat muffled, came from between Cheryl's legs.
"How is it in there?" Deirdre asked.
"Warm and cozy. Really wet too. Even wetter if I can find..."
Cheryl giggled again. A powerful contraction of her vagina nearly crushed Jeffrey.
"Look up, not too far inside. That's where mine is."
"Fine," came the voice. "But where's UP? There's only in, and out."
"It's kind of rough. You'll find it."
Jeffrey reached up. He could just reach a rough spot with his fingertips. He used his legs to try to climb up, but couldn't bend his knees. He slipped, and the tightness forced him further in. His feet were caught in her cervix.
He pulled one foot loose. Now that there was a little room to bend, he started sliding his whole body back and forth through the muscular barrel. His cock rubbed against the smooth, warm, soft walls. It excited him. He felt contractions, but just kept up what he was doing. Loud thumps told him that Cheryl had collapsed back onto the floor -- she must have been getting up.
It got wet, very wet, and hot. Very hot. Almost painfully hot. He put all of his energy into her, from within. She was putting her energy into him, squeezing him from everywhere. He kept sliding back and forth. She came, her body loosening for a moment. For a second, he could see outside -- light -- and the walls of the room. Cheryl was on her back, and had spread her legs. His legs caught firmly in her cervix.
He heard Cheryl's panting. Her heartbeat, which surrounded him, was fast, but slowing. He felt himself tipped, head down. She was standing up. It was still comfortable. He got another glimpse of the outside; this time he saw the floor. Then it went dark. "You can STAY in there for a while," she said. It got light again, her pussy opening a bit. This time, he saw the inside of her panties. She was putting them on. Through the fabric, he saw the inside of her jeans. He tried to scramble towards the outside -- it was loose enough now for him to have moved around, but his legs were still stuck. It got dark again. He heard the sound of her zipper, and then a snap, along with muffled giggles. She had locked him inside!
Cheryl and Deirdre had both dressed themselves, and decided to go for a walk, on a catwalk they had stretched about fifty feet above the town. The sun was setting, and the terrific view was one of the reasons that Cheryl had built the elevated walkway. The other reason was, possibly, to help alleviate her roommate's fear of heights. It seemed to be working. They walked most of the way around the town, above the silent, vacant streets. The town was mostly in shadow, but the two girls, above the buildingtops, were in sunlight. They cast long shadows in an area that was blocks away. They talked about Jeffrey, and how they met. It became evident to Deirdre that Cheryl was really in love this time; that made Deirdre, who made friends easily but had no steady lovers, jealous of Cheryl for the first time. Deirdre had always thought that she was a little too forward, and that had turned people off. Cheryl revealed that her involvement with Jeffrey was no accident. She had made up her mind, thanks to Deirdre, that she wasn't treating people properly. Jeffrey had done favors for her at IDT that she had never returned, fearful of gaining his attention. She knew that hurt him. Everyone seemed to like him, but she wouldn't give him a chance, even though she was lonely. He was on her mind much of the time. She didn't want to wait through a lengthy courtship -- she had convinced herself, over time, that she wanted him, and that he might want her. She had learned of the Device, and one night decided that if she wanted Jeffrey, she'd just have to get his attention and hold on to him long enough for him... to realize that she really was worth having. So, when the opportunity came up for her to meet Jeffrey alone AND possibly try out the Device, she had just taken a deep breath and jumped in with both feet, which is what she was hoping he'd do.
Deirdre complained that for her, it wasn't that easy. Even if she had done the same thing with people in the past, she hadn't been able to hold on to them. She had a lack of commitment; she gave the few potential boyfriends she'd had a feeling that she was still shopping for something better, and none of them would put up with it. She was two years older than Cheryl, and had been doing the wrong thing all along. She was depressed.
They had walked over the woods outside their town for a while now. It wasn't getting any later; Cheryl hadn't programmed the Device to continue with the sunset. It was still very pleasant. A cool evening breeze blew from one side of the walkway. Both women had totally forgotten that Jeffrey was still inside Cheryl's body -- he hadn't moved a bit since they started walking, though at first Cheryl could feel his presence inside her as she walked. As time went on, her vagina had returned a state of tonal contraction -- it was very tight. As she walked, the tightness had forced Jeffrey from her vagina into her womb, where at this second he was both quiet and comfortable, the smooth rubbery walls insulating him from the world just as the sealed opening below him locked him inside. He felt very secure. He floated deep inside her for long enough to know she had forgotten about him. He had tried to "magic" his way out, and to send a message to Cheryl, but her mind wasn't on him, and he could only supersede her reality with her consent. He wasn't claustrophobic, fortunately, so he just went along for the ride. With not much else to do besides feel the sway of Cheryl's body and listen to the sounds it made, he had (for most purposes) fallen asleep. Sleeping with the Device engaged wasn't much different from sleeping in real life.
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