Chapter 18: Dreamgirl Delight

Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Sam Davies

School was out, and I was curious about this “business” my brother was running. Dreamgirl Delights was the buzz of school. I was hearing it all over, from girls muttering about the horny boys thinking they could screw video game characters or anime girls, to the boys all talking about how it couldn’t be possible, but they had to find out.

I knew my brother’s secret. I knew that he’d created Orihime and Ruri out of nothing. It was just something he could do. I never really cared that he’d done it. I had lied about them, claiming they were exchange students at the school who just happened to live in my brother’s bedroom and screw him day or night.

Now that I was getting it from Daddy and Mom, as well as our older sister Becky, I hardly had room to complain. He had his fun; I had mine. Now it was time for the two to combine. I was trembling as I marched up to the entrance of Dreamgirl Delights. The cherry trees were blooming, their pink blossoms forming a little carpet across the path to the door and covering the lawn before the business. It was a beautiful building. It had gone up fast over the last few months.

How long had my brother and Seth been working on this? How long did he know he could draw people and make them come to life? I thought it was just a few weeks. I didn’t think he had the level of self-control not to hold off creating those two girlfriends for himself for days let alone months.

Dreamgirl Delight flashed in neon over my head. Then I was entering through the tinted, glass doors. They whisked shut down beside me. Music thudded through the club, upbeat JPop or KPop, that perky singing ringing through the club. I smiled, rolling my eyes.

Of course, it would be Anime like music.

I headed to the front desk where there was a redheaded girl in a tight, bright-crimson body suit. It hugged her teenage body like a glove. She smiled at me as I came up, her breasts jiggling in that vinyl outfit.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Asuka. Welcome to Dreamgirl Delights.”

“This is rather impressive,” I said, looking around. Then I noticed Matthew Tollemache, our school’s star quarterback, striding by with a leggy girl in a gingham type dress that left her long, toned legs bare. She was Chinese, her black hair gathered in a pair of buns. It was Chun-Li from that fighting game.

“Wow,” I said as Chun-Li was clinging to Matthew. Then the pair headed upstairs. The tips of my ears burned. I knew I went to a Christian school, but I wasn’t a prude. There was a lot of sex going on behind the scenes while everyone pretended they were good Christians.

I mean, I had lesbian sex with my three closest friends regularly.

“Are you eager to experience the delight of a dream girl?” asked Asuka. “Or even a dream guy?”

“Oh, no, girl for me,” I said. “I already have my dream guy.”

“Wonderful,” Asuka said. “So it’s $100 for an hour if she’s in the book, or you can pay $250 to have your dream girl commissioned and be the first to experience her.”

“Oh, I’m not paying,” I said. “Where’s my brother?”

An angry flicker shot across Asuka’s face. For a moment, I thought she was going to lash out, but then she swallowed and said, “I’m sorry, everyone has to pay, and I do not know who your brother is.”

“He’s James,” I answered non-nonchalantly. “He’s the guy who drew you into existence.”

Asuka blinked her blue eyes then she smiled, “Oh, you’re Sam, right?”

“Well, I don’t have Becky’s big tits,” I said, winking at her. I thrust out my chest, my gray tie, part of my high school uniform, swaying before my tiny tits. “See. It’s a big clue.”

Asuka just smiled at me.

“So, my brother?”

“He’s drawing,” Asuka said. “We need to build up a stable of girls. He’s through there.” She pointed at a door nearby that said “Staff Only” on it.

I darted away, waving to the Anime girl. I crashed through it and found my brother sitting on a loveseat, busty Orihime on his right, slender Ruri on his left. They were leaning over him as he drew with one of his markers.

“I want Samus!” I declared as I stood before him. “Zero Suit Samus.”

My brother’s eyes lifted up from his work. He gave me a smile. “Really, a girl?”

“I’m not going to have a guy,” I said. “Not when I have Dad. So, yes, a girl. I like girls, too. I’m bi like Mom, you know?”

He shrugged. “Sure. I mean, she’s your favorite character to play. I’m not surprised.”

“I’ll kick your butt with her,” I said.

“Fine, fine,” James said, a smile on his lips. “She’s popular anyways. You got to wait.”

I grinned. “Worth it.”

James Davies

I moved Samus to the top of my to-draw list. I had the girls already who were commissioned and for by guys horny to enjoy them. Not only were there fictitious girls, but there were a few movie stars playing iconic roles.

Black Widow...

I was going to get a wrist cramp from drawing, but we needed to build up our clients. My little sister squirmed before me, her gray skirt swaying about her lithe legs. She had such a look of excited need in her green eyes, her short, red hair dancing about her features.

“She’s just eager for it,” Orihime purred as I sketched the sexy Samus in her alternate outfit. The one she wore when not in her armor, a blue, skintight jumpsuit. She was a hot woman.

“Yes, she is,” Ruri said as she held my cell phone for me. I glanced at it, nodding at the reference pic. It was great. Samus had nice tits, a great ass. I sketched her long, blonde hair, working fast with blue pencil before I inked her to life with the Coptic marker.

My sister’s excitement grew and grew as I switched over to the inking marker. The bold, black strokes spilled over the white of the page, covering the light-blue guidelines. Her shape began to take appearance, her figure growing more defined. I detailed her face, her hair, the marker’s thickness shifting as I needed to draw thin or thick lines. No more switching. I added personality to her, imagining her as I wanted her to be.

A sexy woman who was eager to enjoy the passions of anyone who came here. She would be happy to serve Seth and me, to love what she would do. When she wasn’t working, she could return to her page in the book, going to sleep to await her next passionate romp.

Sam squirmed. The girl had no patience. Her green eyes were glowing as she fidgeted. Sometimes she paced. Sometimes she rocked on her feet from heels to balls. She puffed her cheeks. She played with her skirt.

I ignored her, my art coming together.

After an hour, I said, “And we’re done.”

I made the final stroke and willed her to life. Samus leaped from the page and grew larger and larger, color spilling over her. Her skin-tight bodysuit became a light-blue, her blonde hair gathered in a long ponytail, her face both beautiful and fierce as befitted the warrior-woman.

“Oh, damn, that’s hot to watch,” Sam said, darting to Samus. My petite sister looked up at the taller woman. “You’re as sexy as I imagined.”

Samus smiled. She had a soft voice as she purred, “Thank you. You’re pretty cute.” Her arm slipped in with my sister. “So ... want to go upstairs and have a nice time?”

“I would love to,” I groaned. “You’re my favorite character. I love choosing you.”

“You are cute,” she said, her fingers stroking my sister’s face.

“You can take that upstairs,” I said. “I don’t need to see you screw my little sister here.”

“Of course, James,” Samus said, glancing at me. She gave me a smile. I could feel her acceptance. She was Samus, but she was also my version of her, tweaked to be what we needed.

“Thanks, bro!” said Sam. “I’ll have to let you win or something next time we play.”

“Not with me, I hope,” Samus said. “I don’t like losing.”

My sister giggled as they walked out of the room.

Steve Davies

It was quiet when I got home after work. My wife bustled out of the kitchen, a smile on her face. “Hi, honey,” she greeted. “How was work?”

“Oh, you know, rewarding,” I said as she walked over to me and cupped my face. She kissed me on the mouth, leaving some flour dust behind.

“I saw,” she said. “Those videos you took were hot. Nikkole is a little minx.” There was something wistful in her tone.

I cleared my throat. “So, uh, where is everyone? It’s quiet in the house.”

“Well, Becky is ‘studying’ with Tonya,” my wife said. “Listen.”

I concentrated, slowing my breath. From above, I could hear the creak of a bed upstairs and girlish moans bleeding through the floor. “I see. Sounds like they’re ... getting involved.” I looked around. “No Sam?”

“Your little minx is out with her friends,” my wife said. “You can’t expect her to be your little sexpot twenty-four/seven.”

“Guess not,” I said, grinning. “And James is hanging out with Seth again?”

Linda nodded her head. “He’s really crawling out of his shell.” She patted my stomach. “Good job.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling good. The recall election was underway. In two days, we’d learn the mayor and city council were out and the new tax would be repealed by the next officials. I would figure out how to modify them so this mistake didn’t happen again.

“So, we have an hour while dinner cooks,” my wife said, her hand on my stomach sliding down. “Want to watch the tape I made today?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, my dick throbbing.

“You haven’t seen me and Evaline together,” she said, a grin on her lips. “She’s got a hot body she hides beneath that clothing.”

“You forget about the app,” I said, winking at her. “I watched some of what you three were up to in Vegas.”

“You naughty husband,” she said then she frowned. “So ... in the original timeline, did I even go to Vegas?”

“Yeah, but there was no Evaline,” I said. “That was something I didn’t expect.”

Linda shivered. “There’s this other life I lived where I cheated on you. It’s crazy. I feel a little guilty.”

I put my arm around her. “Don’t be. I changed things so you didn’t have to be ashamed about being bi. So you didn’t have to beat yourself up hiding your love for Marissa.” I squeezed her tight. “I love our daughters and you. You love Marissa and me. It’s fine.”

My wife slid her arm around my hip. “Okay, thanks.”

We headed upstairs to our bedroom. The sounds from Becky’s bedroom were growing more and more passionate, the two schoolgirls “studying” with throaty moans. I smiled as we passed on the way to our Master bedroom. We slipped in and my wife peeled off the simple dress she wore.

She wasn’t wearing panties beneath. Her large tits swayed before her. She had great tits even in her early forties, her body fit and toned from her daily exercising. She was actually a few pounds lighter in this timeline, another unexpected change I didn’t plan on.

“Now you just lie down, get that cock out, and enjoy,” she purred as she snagged her phone and turned on our bedroom TV. It was a Smart TV, something James set up for us last Christmas. My wife loaded up a file on her phone and got it to play on the TV.

Streaming, I think it was called.

I shook my head at the technology, then grinned, realizing I was looking at our bed. The one I was stretched out on. The camera must have been at the left corner of our dresser. I smiled as Evaline Gilbert appeared, the Korean beauty slipping onto the bed wearing a black negligee. The deacon’s wife for our church rubbed her thighs together while she gave a look of liquid heat off-screen.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment we got back from Vegas,” Evaline moaned. “I can’t get you out of my head. Those things we did ... I never knew this passion was in me.”

“Mmm, sometimes you just need a guiding hand to let it out,” my wife purred as she stepped into view. She wore a light-blue, silk slip. It clung to her lush body. She peeled it off, baring that body.

My eyes flicked to my wife standing by the TV, just as naked. She had a grin on her lips, her green eyes sparkling. “Watch the TV, not me.”

“It’s hard. I want to do both,” I said. My dick throbbed. I began undoing my belt, wanting to free it.

My wife crawled onto the bed, much like her past self did on the TV screen. My wife’s tits swayed as they dangling beneath her, nipples dark-red and hard. She licked her lips, her hands grabbing my pant legs.

My wife in the past pressed apart Evaline’s thighs, purring, “Mmm, you have such a delicious taste Evaline. I’m so glad we got together today.”

“And we’re filming it,” Evaline moaned. “This is so hot. My husband might see this.”

“Do you want him to see it? To know what you truly are?” my past wife purred.

“Maybe,” Evaline moaned as my wife pushed up her black negligee. “But what I really want is you again.”

“Oh, so sweet,” my wife cooed.

“She is sweet,” my wife in the present purred, her fingers sliding up my jeans.

Pleasure shot through me. My dick throbbed as my wife stroked me. The heat swelled as she caressed me. My heart beat faster and faster. Blood pumped through my veins. Her fingernails scratched at my khaki pants, making this hot sound.

On the screen, my wife had pushed up Evaline’s negligee. The diminutive woman squirmed, her thick, black bush on display. I groaned as I watched my past-wife nuzzle her face into that thick tangle of silky hairs. Evaline moaned, feeling the delight of my wife’s tongue.

My zipper rasped. Linda opened my fly and reached in, pulling out my cock. She inhaled her, quivering. “I can just smell that teenage pussy on your dick. You had Nikkole and Kyleigh loving this dick today, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “You saw the video I made.”

“Made me so wet,” she moaned. “Good thing I had Evaline to play with.”

I smiled at the screen where my wife in the past had her tongue fluttering through the Korean woman’s pussy. I couldn’t see the actual licking, but my wife’s plump ass wiggled back and forth while Evaline cooed. Her pussy juices clung to her trimmed, auburn bush. I groaned at the sight while my wife in the present licked up and down my dick.

Linda had an amazing tongue. I moaned with Evaline, both of us, separated by hours of time, enjoying my wife’s oral delights. My wife’s tongue climbed up and up my dick. She reached the tip and swirled it around the sensitive crown. My toes curled as the pleasure shuddered through me. I pulled at my tie, loosening as the pleasure shot through me.

She engulfed the tip of my dick. She bobbed up and down my cock, her lips sealed tight around my shaft. Her cheeks hollowed. I groaned as the pleasure shot down to my balls. I groaned, my hands grabbing her auburn hair.

Evaline did the same. She had both her hands buried in my past wife’s hair. She held my wife’s head to her pussy. I smiled, my wife feasting with pleasure, Evaline gasping, moaning. Her face twisted in delight. The rapture spread across her features. Her head tossed back and forth. She ground against my wife’s mouth.

“Damn, you’re just feasting on her,” I moaned, my finger sliding through Linda’s hair. I groaned at the pleasure, my fingers tightening in her silky locks as she sucked harder and harder.

She bobbed her head, nursing with more hunger. She took more and more of my cock. Her fingers found my balls. She massaged me, rubbing them. I groaned, smiling. I was savoring the pleasure shooting down my dick.

My nuts grew heavier with cum. She kneaded them in circles while her mouth sucked hard. Her lips slid farther down my dick. My dick pressed against the back of her throat. Then I groaned as she slid her shaft down it.

She engulfed my dick. This hot pleasure slid down me. I groaned as my wife took more and more of me. She deep-throated my cock. She loved me. I gripped her hair, my eyes locked on the screen, watching my wife in the past make Evaline gasp.

“Oh, yes, Linda!” Evaline moaned. “Oh, your tongue. I never ... I never had such pleasure like this.”

I had to do something about Evaline and our church. Fix a few things, but there were just so few changes I could make in the day. Maybe on Sunday, I would do some tweaking, help adjust some of the consequences that happened because of my wife’s seducing hungers.

“This delight! Oh, yes, you’re tongue ... Oh, Lord, you’re tongue is deep in me, Linda! You’re driving me wild!”

Evaline’s delicate face twisted with her rapture. Her head tossed back as she groaned. The silk of her negligee clung to her small breasts. Her nipples were prominent. The jiggle of those firm mounds was captured in HD clarity.

“You’re going to make her cum,” I groaned, my own orgasm building, my dick throbbing in the depths of Linda’s throat. This pleasure surged through me. It was this incredible treat. It was a hot rapture to be buried in her throat. “You’re going to make me cum.”

My wife moaned around my dick. The pleasure throbbed down my shaft. Her humming vibrations teased me. She kneaded my balls, playing with them. The heat grew and grew in them. Evaline gasped out in passion. Her body heaved.

She came hard on my past-wife’s mouth. I wished I could smell Evaline’s passion, to be in the room instead of watching hours-old events. I heard my wife moaning twice, the TV version sounding tinnier, but still full of her throaty passion as she pleased her lover and me.

“Damn, Linda!” I groaned. “She’s thrashing. She’s going wild.”

My wife sucked up my dick, my cock throbbing. The pleasure’s ache spread up my dick. This wonderful heat built and built. My heart pounded in my chest. My toes curled as the heat surged through me.

My cum fired into her mouth. I groaned as my orgasm spilled pleasure through my body. Rapture shot through me as my jizz flooded her. Her cheeks bulged. Then she swallowed, her green eyes fluttered up at me. She moaned as she gulped down my spunk. She swallowed with such hunger.

“Linda, yes!” I groaned. “God, you need to give our daughters some pointers. You’re amazing.”

“Oh, wow, Linda!” Evaline moaned from the TV, her trembles dying. “Oh, I have to do that to you.”

The Linda of the past raised her head, cream dripping down her chin. “Mmm, good, because I saw this video today ... I need some satisfaction.”

“Gladly,” Evaline moaned, grabbing my wife’s hips. “We’re going to love each other.”

My orgasm peaked. My last blast of cum spilled through me. I groaned, my chest rising and falling, my heart pounding passion through my veins. My wife nursed on my dick while in the past she settled herself on Evaline’s face, her ass clenching as she went for a ride.

I smiled, loving that sight. Everything was going great. I loved that she set up with the camera, inspired by the video I sent her. Wouldn’t it be great if she had a way to enjoy some schoolgirl pussy like I was? An idea kindled in my mind.

I glanced at my phone.

“Want a new job?”

My wife popped her mouth off my dick, cum running down her chin as she gave me a questioning look.

Sam Davies

I unzipped the front of Samus’s bodysuit and groaned as her round breasts popped out, bouncing with such firmness. This was really happening. Samus was real, and she such a delicious treat. They heaved before me. I squirmed in delight, my heart surging passion through me.

I buried my face between her breasts, rubbing my cheeks back and forth. I breathed in her scent. This was Samus. It was incredible. My brother brought her to life so I could indulge all my naughty passions. This was the best thing in the world.

I sucked on the inner slope of her right tit. I nibbled and sucked on the soft mound. I licked at her flesh, caressing her. I lapped up at the side of her breasts. I sucked and nibbled up and down her boob, licking at her flesh, tasting her.