Chapter 67

I spoke to Claire and made arrangements for Brenda, Tiffany, Amber, Stephanie and Amanda to come to her shop over the next few days for a fitting. The week before school started, each of us would do a whole day photo shoot. My friends would be allowed to keep each of the items fitted for them.

Mama and Doris went out of town again - both for her business and to see Pavel. They promised to return in time for my birthday. Dad and I were alone for two full weeks.

Each morning before breakfast and each night before bed, Papa Bruce made me melt at least three times before he would share his cum with me. We continued my study of The Art, and often fucked both in the real world and in the OffWorld at the same time. We explored the entire house. Dad drown me in bliss in the living room, and the dining room. In the kitchen, in his study, and even in the hallway. One night, we turned off the security lights and Dad made me scream in the backyard. Sometimes he would fill me with his cream, but usually he would jizz my face or my tits.

Dad also taught me many positions in the real world. “In the OffWorld,” he reminded me, there’s no such thing as physics. So, we could put six big cocks in this sweet little hole and they’d all fit like this.” He rubbed his pelvis against mine so I could feel his cock deeply inside me and his balls against my mons.

“Six? But how -”

“Each guy is fucking you.”

“You and James have both fucked me here, but you can’t thrust so deeply together.”

“That’s because it’s a four-way with Jimmy and Bren. But you could do six guys, at the same time, and depending on how you want to handle them, it can feel like one at a time, or a flat out orgy, or anything in-between.”

I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but I greatly enjoyed our lessons.

During the day, I would call James to me and we would fuck in the OffWorld. Usually, we would bring Brenda as well. James mastered astral travel and could come and go with ease. True to his promise, he saw Brenda daily and she was aglow with love for her largely ‘secret’ boyfriend.

Tiff and Martin were not dating. In fact, they rarely meet in the real world. In the OffWorld, however, I brought them together often. Like Brenda, Tif believed it to be a vivid daydream, and never questioned anything that happened there. It seemed, in fact, that James was the only person who recognized the OffWorld as another place.

“Yeah,” Dad explained one morning as he licked my clit and I studied auras. “That’s one way to find adepts. Most people really think it’s just a dream. If they can feel the OffWorld is real, or if they can see auras. Or, like you, their aura is way deeper than it ought to be.”

“What is my aura like?” I asked him.

“It’s rich. Deep blue and gold. All your friends smell like perfume, but you have no scent at all. Which, actually, is something we should discuss.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Yeah. I fucked up and you didn’t tell me.”

I sat up. “What is wrong, Papa?”

He chuckled. “You calling me ‘papa’ while I suck your snatch is pretty wrong. But, no. You - you and Doris. Nobody told me that you weren’t bleeding yet. Honey, I am so sorry. If I had any idea that you were pre-menstrual, I would never have come inside you.”

“Oh.” I hung my head in shame. “I am sorry I have disappointed you.”

“Disappointed me?! No! Honey, I’m the one who failed you. I should have taken better care.”

“But now I can never give you a child!”

“Look, you turning up prego will get me arrested, so I’m good with that. But this isn’t about me. Girls wanna be moms, and I took that from you. I’m sorry.”

“If you are not upset, then I am not upset.” I replied.

“What about that Mike of yours? What about when all your friends hook up and start having babies. You say you’re ok now, but that could change.” I started to speak, but he shushed me. “Don’t. Look, The Art is strong, but technology works, too. When, not if, when you’re ready for motherhood, I’m sure medical science can work this out. Ok?” I nodded and he sat up. “Look at the auras next door.” We often used the neighbors for study. “Who has the most scent?”