Chapter 32: Cool Frugal Conscience

Carla? Of course, Carla! She’s mine again. Alive again. I missed her so much. I gave Kathy’s reanimated dispossessed body to my murdered wife Carla. Holding her n my arms again, kissing her, is a joy. Carla clings just as tightly to me. Why give her Kathy’s body? Same size and very similar around her eyes as the original Carla. Carla wasn’t blond of course, but she can dye her hair if she wants. Carla’s skin was light brown. Kathy’s lost her suntan, her present pallor is frozen turkey pale. Wonder why? Carla fits inside Kathy, and the two together seems good. Carla with a more voluptuous body is grotesque. Too much like a trophy wife.

Elba’s and Alma’s eye candy bodies have a special attraction for me. Long slender taut muscled dancer’s legs, round perfect asses, small breasts with pert nipples, long elegant necks, narrow backs, graceful arms and hands, small skulls with cute pixie impish faces, impudent tilted-up noses and generous, ripe looking full lipped mouths. Eye candy, I call them. Unfortunately, the demon succubi formerly inhabiting these choice bodies, were a pair of vicious, teasing, nasty turd flinging, evil personalities. I have special candidates, the perfect tenants for these tempting vacant shells. You’ll appreciate my selection for residents, I think.

Leaves two stiffs. Can you guess who receives Aphrodite’s and Lillith’s bodies?

Imagine the possibilities? Getting anxious? Keep your socks on!

Perhaps you recall, I earlier explained, in an earlier chapter, in a prequel, my conscience is frugal. Not the self esteem eroding, self critical, blaming, guilt heaping kind. My conscience is light, in the sense, the meaning, as applied to a bare bones version of a computer program. Mine only reminds me of birthdays and anniversaries, and maintains lists of whom I’ve neglected to fuck lately. Those furthest remote in memory, are elevated in the list, triggering a desire to see them soonest. I call this appetite to fuck the not recently fucked, “I miss them.”

I really missed Carla. Carla’s back! We aren’t wasting any time, either. I’ve had her every which way at least twice. She’s begging me,

“Please? Go fuck someone else for awhile. I need a break! I’l just watch, dear.”

Strangely, the once and only former fuck I enjoyed with the “Wild Thang Kids”, created some sort of bond with them, and I frequently fondly remember their wild unleashed passions and excellently mimicked choreographed singing.

Do you remember the two girls Helena’s witch granny burned up, sacrificed? The poor demented caged up wild girls, Mimi and Emma? Fucked and fought like wild cats! Yeah, I miss them too. I’m giving Elba’s and Alma’s eye candy former bodies to THEM. I expect they’ll be grateful, expect them to be grateful. They are! Overly grateful! Heehee! There bodies are gorgeous. Their personalities adorable. Their passions out of control. Their enthusiasm contagious.

All three of us are locked in a three-way love knot. Whenever their lips are near my ear, they whisper sing, they love their wild thing. The short pageboy dark helmet hairstyles Elba and Alma preferred don’t fit them. I miss the wild girls tawny bushy thatches of crazy odd-style uncombed hair. Poof! Their heads are exactly the unkempt tangled masses I recall. They yank their own and each others signature hair. They are happy to be alive and abnormal again ... Thank you Mama Ava. I sense a soft kiss in my brain. We fucked up a storm. Cum-ming multiple times in every hole they possess. The never want or ask for a break. Carla fell asleep exhausted just from watching us. The three of us are insatiable for each other. I love these wild girls. Telling them so, was probably a mistake It renewed and re-doubled their ardor and fervor! Their war hoops and cries, when orgasming, would terrify most folk. I understand them. They’re demanding more! I want more of their exquisitely formed ballerina bodies. They are jubilant to riot with me.

All three darlings are exceedingly grateful. Me too, to Ava, for them, to them, for having them again.

Now, I need only decide where to keep them. If there is such a place.

Kathy and Didi were friends once. Didi is simple in the head, but has a juicy body. I intend to have her again, before I leave. Didi isn’t exactly Didi, I now remember. Zandy is superimposed, two in one body. Carla and Zandy-Didi can be friends. Zandy has no history with Kathy and influences Didi’s moods. Carla only looks like Kathy. A little pussy munching goes a long way towards forging forgiveness.

“Darling? Carla? Let me show you my house. Our house. Mi casa es tu casa.”

“Emma, Mimi? Come with me.” I threw them in the pool. Another fun riot!

“Have fun and don’t drown while I’m gone.” It’s the easier way to clean them up.