Chapter the Twenty-eighth: Sara...

As the three of us ran down the hallway to the bedroom, I was already making the linkages between us. By the time we entered Sara's bedroom where she lay in state, we were one.

I stood at the foot of the bed and Amy and Maggie stood to either side. I reached forward and took hold of her feet. They were warm but waxy in my fingers the clean flesh, pale and perfect in my hand. Maggie and Amy lay their fingers on Sara's forehead and stomach respectively. With the three of us joined, I could pick up whole new sensations according to each of their talents.

We dived into Sara, the gleaming purity of her physical self was like a beautiful cathedral around us. Maggie was transfixed by the wonder of it. Amy simply felt herself falling in love with Sara all over again. There in front of us and at the core of what was Sara herself, was the oily blackness that coated her. We swooped down to deal with it. The ugliness was made by Shaw, there was no doubt about that, it was different to the 'cloaks' but of the same general species.

This would be simple, surely. This time, instead of the finger scratching that I had tried before, we fashioned a diamond-sharp probe to attempt the breach. The three of us together formed a massive conduit of power. I swung the point to hit the surface.

It was like trying to drive a golf ball through the practice nets. If anything, the harder we tried to hit the spell, the easier it shrugged us off. The more frustrated we became, the more difficult it was to proceed. Eventually, we had to regroup and the three of us decided to try a different tack.

I was just so despondent. Even the others were disturbed to see how I had fared.

We came back to the bedroom and Maggie and Amy put their arms around me and hugged me close. It felt good.

It felt more than good actually. I realised that Amy had a knack of hitting all the right buttons when it came to arousing me. I saw her anew, the fantastic vision that I had been attracted to all that time ago in the mall; the beauty of her enthusiasm, the promise of her athletic physicality.

Her tongue was in my ear, her fingernails were scratching across my bare chest under my shirt and she was steadily working her crotch against my thigh. Maggie too, was affected by the aura Amy was putting out. She was cooing and kissing and rubbing. The air almost crackled with Amy's emanations.

Like a flywheel, the energy we were generating began to gain its own momentum.

Before I could recognise it, Maggie had manoeuvred us over to Sara's body once more and had begun to strip off my clothes. I could feel the heat building in me. I could feel the urgency with which Amy was losing herself in lust.

Maggie's loveliness.

I cast off all our clothes with a gesture and we were touching each other as closely as we could.

With a fluidity that was borne of our desires, the three of us clambered onto Sara's bed and once again began the task of linking each other and touching her.

"She is so gorgeous!" said Maggie, laying her face next to Sara's and sliding her palm across the swelling globe of her bare breast. Her lust was evident and the urgency was enough to have her lose any last vestige of decorum.

She was behaving in a way which she would have previously called 'slutty, ' this time with a great big capital 'S.' I watched her long flat tongue lapping along Sara's long neck leaving first, wet smears of saliva there, and then pussy juice on Sara's skin as she used her crotch to rub along the exposed thigh... Amy was humming to herself with anticipation and dropped her face down to catch my rampant cock in her mouth. I knelt between Sara's legs and smoothed Amy's hair as she bobbed her head up and down on my erection. Maggie began to alternate between stroking Sara and tickling Amy. The young girl yelped and squirmed and her hands left my balls and reached to Maggie allowing the warmth of my wife's smooth skin to arouse her.

Both women began a soft chanting as Amy finished soaking my cock and balls with her saliva;

"In her... in her... in her."

They pulled me forward and helped me furrow my tool in between Sara's vaginal lips. She was too dry to proceed and I could feel the chaffing as soon as I tried. Maggie immediately dipped her wet, curled tongue down where she could let her spit dribble into Sara's slit. I could feel the cooling fluid run around the tightly drawn rim of her lips where my cock forced itself inside.

Sara was pale and nude and asleep. Her body still thrilled me with its perfect proportions and I could only feel how much I loved her so.

I wanted her back, to be able to uncover the beautiful living mind that I'd be lost without. With that thought, my feelings of lust for her rushed back, overwhelming my previous reticence to fuck a body in a coma.