Chapter 12

I was about halfway inside Vera Farmiga from behind as I grabbed her cheeks and spread them further apart. Seizing my golden opportunity, I seized her younger sister Taissa and held her head in place between Vera’s buns. Frozen time really had its uses, especially in cases like this one. Making one sexy Hollywood actress rim her own sister, that was one helluva treat! Of course, I took pictures as proof and leverage. One never knew when to expect to need that.

I wondered how much this would affect the sisters’ and their inner psyche, but so far, the results had been rather promising. Everyone who I had influenced or controlled at this point had all exhibited changes, whether sudden or slow, large or small, in their psycho-sexual behavior as well as thoughts and emotions. That was a very excellent start in my book. I was already ahead of the game in altering people’s sexuality for good ... for the greater good, in fact. The evolution of the species was at stake. Darwin had left it to me and I had to pick up the baton.

In any case, just watching the loving way that the two sisters munched on each other’s pussy and ass, well, I was very inspired. It was a truly beautiful sight, Taissa rimming her big sister that way, knowing that Vera was sure to return the favor at my behest. There were few greater delights for me than witnessing a Sapphic rimfest, after all. That was even truer if I was busy fucking at least one or more of the ladies involved while they tossed each other’s salad.

Fuck, yeah, I told myself, just wait until my nineteenth birthday, if I don’t find a way sooner than that. I would wish for the ability to plant subliminal commands in people’s minds while they were frozen in Time and make them mistake those thoughts for their own. That could be a helluva good time for me, couldn’t it? Mainstream and porn film industries would basically merge once I eradicated censors and broadcasting standards entirely. This would give porn flicks something that they badly lacked, namely plots, while also adding some greatly needed skin to Hollywood and Bollywood.

I could also picture the current trend in pop and rock music going even further, with most, if not all singers and other performers working in the nude along with their crews. Madonna kissing Britney and Cristina would seem tame after this part, as would Justin Timberlake ripping off Janet Jackson’s top. Hell, even Miley Cyrus would have to improve her game, wouldn’t she? This could be one helluva social change, leading to my kind of utopia, which admittedly the prudes would probably deem a dystopia.

Not that I cared very much for their views. Their ideal world seemed rather dystopian to me in turn. The real world, as it happened so far, wasn’t that far from dystopian as well in my book. The only bright spot in it was my newfound power to buck the system and I would use it to the hilt. I would bring the system crashing down to its very foundations if I got my way, just to lay the groundwork for a radically new society, as it were.

Just then, Vera moaned from the pure bliss of having her sister’s tongue glide along her butt-crack and I erupted inside her sweet and slippery snatch. I pulled Taissa’s head out from between her sister’s cheeks and slipped her some tongue to taste that ass on it. Then I put her lovely face back at Vera’s pucker where it belonged and took more pictures of my handiwork. I wanted both ladies to have the flavors of each other’s anal sweat on their lips and tongues. They could wonder what that delicious taste and smell were when I was too far away to even be connected with the act.