Across the bed the heart monitor registered only a flat green line. Suddenly the warm comforting glow of the room’s night light was replaced by the harsh white light of a medical emergency. Medics seemed to be everywhere; I hear the instruction ‘CLEAR’, then the body on the bed jolted.
My own body spasmed as if in sympathy with my old friend. Another ‘CLEAR’, and another jolt for both of us. Then time of death was declared.
Pablo had gone.
I filed out of that little room with the medics, leaving only the orderlies to attend to the necessaries, and found a vending machine for some warm comforting latté.
In a trance I fed the coins in and punched the buttons on the machine; a cup dropped into view.
In disbelief I stared into the latté which had metamorphosed into the black syrup that Pablo had loved so much. I drank it in homage to my late departed friend, and subject of my academic work. I had people to tell the sad news to, but it was still 6 am, so another old friend would have to console me.
As I drove to Chris’s flat I felt the effects of Pablo’s coffee warm my stomach and burn into my limbs; it burned down my spine turning my bowels to water; then to my horror brought fire into my neglected pussy. How could I think of sex at a time like this?
The lights turned against me and I stopped for a moment; without even knowing I found my hand had gone down to scratch my itching crutch. The touch of my fingers made it worse, a moment later I was grinding my knuckles against the taught material of my jeans hoping to satisfy the desire boiling in my clit. Wetness flowed from me soaking the denim; I ground hard, but there was no relief.
The lights turned green, I would have to deal with this in Chris’s bathroom and hope be didn’t realise.
It was about 6:45 when I pulled into the parking lot under the block he lived in, normally his space was vacant. But today there was a petite blonde with that just fucked look loading laptop, overnight and hand bags into a car. Chris must have got his end away last night; lucky bitch I though. My own crutch started to burn again.
I found a visitor’s space and busied myself in the boot as if I was going to deliver something until the blonde had driven off; then I headed for the lift.
My buddy took his time answering my repeated bell presses, but he ushered me in with our customary pecks on the cheek and I explained the reason for my visit. He told to sit on sofa while he got us some coffee.
Chris came back with a mug of coffee in each hand; as he walked I watched the tip of his penis sway gently against the thin material of his lounge pants. I tried to ignore to thought of a cock inches away from me, but the burning in my fanny had spread out into my stomach and tops of my thighs. My body seemed to be out of my control and my mind didn’t seem to care.
“People having differing reactions to grief”, I heard him say and guessed I was about to give me one of his classic psychology lectures on death.
All of a sudden, as if controlled by some part of my brain I didn’t know, I dropped to my knees in front of Chris and pulled down his pants. A second later his cock was buried in my mouth.
The blonde had left her mark on Chris’s prick; her sticky juices had formed a dried coating on his manhood. In my mouth, my saliva turned it into a musty paste, the smell of her filled my nostrils. I had tasted my own juices out of curiosity once or twice, but this tasted different, yet, strangely familiar.
“Liz, for heaven’s sake!” Chris almost screamed. “I know that this is a manifestation of grief, but you need to take control.”
“Chris, you have always wanted to fuck me, so now is your chance,” I told him dispassionately.
I stood up and walked into his bedroom, stripped naked, and lay naked on the wet patch his blonde had left. Chris, like most men with a stiff prick, he had little will power; soon he was between my legs aiming his erection at my pussy.
The weight of his body on mine and the length of stiff muscle imbedded in my fanny seemed to be what my body burned for. I just laid back and enjoyed being fucked in a way I had never done before. Times past I would ask myself was I doing it right, or did I like /love this guy enough? Did he love me? Now I just laid back and was fucked; my only chore was having Chris panting ‘Oh Liz, Oh Liz’ in my ear.
Chris’s orgasm took me by surprise; yes the look on his face told me he was about to cum. I’d got to my early thirties and had no resident lover, I took no long term contraceptives and I had always insisted what the few lovers I had used a condom. Now I had welcomed this prick into my body without any barrier between us.
When he finally ground his hips into mine and pumped his seed into his second womb of the morning, I was taken by surprise.
FUCK! The sensation tore through my body; my muscles contracted around him milking every last drop of semen from him before flooding my passage with their own answer. Again they contracted and this time a flood swept past the shrinking dick between my legs.
The damp patch, now warmed by the heat of my buttocks spread further; Chris rolled beside me, his prick was soaked, his balls were soaked, his thighs were soaked. I sat up and watched his watery cum ooze from my gaping pussy.
My lust was conquered now, but remorse and embarrassment followed; I leant over the edge of the bed to reclaim my knickers. Beside my own comfortable granny-like cotton panties, a white silk thong lay soiled and discarded. I reach across and retrieved it. The dried juices on narrow crutch a witness to her anticipation and their foreplay the night before. I grabbed them instead and arching my back and slid them up my own thighs and pulled the material up into my sodden crutch.
“Hey, their Cathy’s,” Chris protested.
“She will get them back,” I lied.
I stood up and dressed, then pecking Chris on the cheek left hurriedly.
I sat in my car trying to make sense of my emotions; there was the normal Elizabeth, the quiet academic prude. Then there was some zombie Liz whose conscious mind had no control of her actions. Beyond that, some sex addict Liz, that one was the worst. She craved sex, and like all addicts, just waited for the next fix.
I felt that stirring in my crutch again and forced my mind to think of my next task, I must tell Pablo’s oldest and dearest friends he was gone.
Hector answered the door to me, he was about Pablo’s age, but lacking his friend’s outward zest for life; Hector always looked his age. His eyes told me in an instant he understood my reason for calling so early. I was ushered into the sitting room and offered a seat.
Hector slumped into his favourite leather chair; as he did so his dressing gown fell open, his shrunken old manhood lay exposed through the fly of his pyjamas. I had started to tell him the sad news of the morning; then, unable to stop the zombie Liz, I was on my knees again and his old tool was in my mouth. I rasped my teeth alone the base of his helmet as I had done with Chris and the wizen old flesh began to respond.
“Pablo has passed my dear. Liz was with him, holding his hand as he went.”
Hector’s voice jarred my senses, I froze, looking up I saw Greta standing beside me. In one hand she held the hem of her night gown up, exposing a thinning bush of white hair capping her mons, below it her labia was plucked clean of pubic hair; a bony finger worked the slit between them as she watched her husband’s adultery.
“It’s alright Elizabeth, grief is difficult to deal with and you were as close to Pablo as we were.” She said to comfort me.
Zombie Liz moved again and knelt before Greta; my tongue took over from her finger, then replacing it, slid between the mottled lips that had first parted more than sixty years before to accept a lover’s prick.
I’d never had sex with a women before; I’d hadn’t had that many men in my life either and I had no idea what she or any women would like it. I had shunned oral sex, giving it or receiving it; now it seemed so natural. I had liked the taste of Chris’ blonde, but I somehow knew and loved the taste of Greta. Inside me some strange love for her boiled and I felt as if I had known her a lifetime.
I grazed her clitoris with my teeth the closed my lips around the little nub and sucked it deeper into my mouth; then ravaged it with my tongue.
Greta’s hand stroked my hair as she moaned softly,
“Yes my dear, that’s right, that’s how I like it. Just a moment longer my dear,” she sang. Then her hand pushed my head deeper into her crutch and she shuddered.
“That was wonderful my dear, but if you don’t mind I think Hector still needs your attention. Why don’t you use the arm of the sofa.” Greta said as she sank onto the sofa behind her and smiled at me.
The Zombie was in control again; the slut I had become just unclipped my belt and pushed jeans and Cathy’s thong to the floor, then lay along the leather arm rest on their old sofa.
I turned to watch Greta take her husband’s semi-stiff prick in her mouth to harden it. Then Hector positioned himself behind me and I felt his old penis enter me.
It was shorter than Chris’s, but fatter and as it stretched my vagina I felt my sexual addiction return. I steadied myself for the next male of my species to leave his package of sperm inside my womb and sate my appetite for sex.
Hector’s bony fingers gripped my hips and his cold skin bumped my bottom at the end of each stroke.
After what seemed an age the old man groaned and I felt his tool twitch a couple of times then soften quickly. The addict had had her fix of semen and returned the body to prudish Elizabeth.
I sat between them on the sofa, not believing this madness. I had just had sex with a couple more than forty years my senior, old enough to be my grandparents. I should have felt racked by guilt and embarrassment, but it was as if I had known them for a lifetime; they in turn didn’t seem at all concerned.
“We need to tell you some things about Pablo and you must prepare yourself for a shock my dear.” Greta’s hand softly caressed my thigh.
Hector cleared his throat.
“I all started back in our homeland, Greta and I were newlyweds like Pablo and Nicolette; we were friends since our school days and always happy in each other’s company. One hot summer’s day the four of us took a picnic deep into the woods where Pablo said there was a secluded lake. We ate and drank the strong local wine and were all a little drunk; then Pablo said he wanted to swim. None of us had swim wear and Pablo stripped naked, then Nicolette did the same. Chided by Pablo, Greta and I finally followed suit and we swam naked together in the cool waters, and still naked, dried on the lake’s edge.”
Greta continued the story, “There we dozed for a little while, until we heard Pablo and Nicolette giggle, Pablo was laid between her legs and they were obviously making love. They shouted at us to do the same; Hector was very self-conscious but I managed to persuade him and Hector and I copied Nicolette and Pablo. We all drank more wine and talked and swam then Pablo called to Hector, ‘do you think Nicolette is sexy? ’ Poor Hector he looked so embarrassed, but nodded. ‘ Let’s swap wives’ Pablo shouted and he led his wife where we were sitting. Pablo looked down at Hector’s growing erection and said, ‘ Hector you want to fuck Nicolette, she wants to fuck you. I want to fuck Greta and she has a big smile on her face’.”
Greta looked wistful as she remembered those days.
Hector continued.
“That was how it started; some nights Greta was in my bed and some nights Nicolette was there. Then there were the nights when Pablo was greedy and my bed was empty. That is how we have lived most of our lives; as to children, we have always been an extended family; Greta and Nicolette may know who sired their children, but I’m not sure and not worried by it. ”
“It might not be something I could put in Pablo’s biography,” I said lamely, but somehow having just had sex with them myself I felt no surprise.
“It is just the prelude to the real secret my dear,” Greta’s hand slide along my thigh again and I felt the burning beginning again.
“In our village there was a Wise Woman,” Hector’s hand rested on my shoulder as he spoke.
“She often joked that she had lived for a thousand years, and in a way she had. She always liked Pablo; he was always kind and sensitive to the plants and animals around him. One day when her end was close she offered to tell him the secret to a perpetual life. He must be with her when she died and let her life essence pass into him. From inside his mind and body the old woman lived on and taught him many things. How to live life to the full. How to please a woman or a man in bed. To enjoy poetry, art, good food and wine. All the things we knew and loved about Pablo. ”
I took a moment for the significance of Hector’s words to hit me; when they did a cold shiver went down my spine.
“I was with Pablo when he died, holding his hand,” I said trembling. Suddenly I could feel him somehow filling my body from within. He was laughing, the way he always laughed when he caught me out.
“Yes my dear, and you have already pleased us just the way Pablo used to, you have become his host.” Hector’s hand was still on my shoulder, but now some sort of heat flowed between our bodies.
I turned to Greta; her eyes fixed on mine and I understood she was searching my inner soul for signs of Pablo. Gripped by an overwhelming urge I brought her lips to mine and kissed her deeply. I felt a massive surge of emotional energy pass from my body into hers, and like a wave striking a cliff and returning the way it had come, an energy passed back from Greta into me. This was Pablo greeting his old lover in his new shared body.
“It’s good to know you are still with us Pablo and in such a pretty host,” Greta whispered.
I looked into Greta’s eyes again and kissed her a second time, but this time Pablo left me to form my own bond with his lover.
“You must find Fabian, Elizabeth, he is Nicolette’s Host,” Greta told as I left some time later.
Hector scribbled down the address, but I knew Pablo would guide me.
Again I sat in my car to compose myself, but this time I had some reason for my behaviour. I sensed Pablo was still in a playful mood; suddenly my clit need attention, then my bowels turned to water, next a nipple itched and needed tweaking.
“You can stop that Pablo. If you want to be with Nicolette today you must be a little more respectful,” I said, out loud or in my head, I didn’t know.
I had met Fabian once with Pablo and now I knew what had to be done. I drove but, I knew that it was Pablo who was giving directions knocked and stood uneasily on the door step. In my soul I could feel Pablo was nervous, if the chemistry between Fabian and me didn’t work he might lose Nicolette forever.
“Hello Fabian,” I said as he stood in the door way.
“It’s Elizabeth isn’t it?” He said as he opened the door with a wide smile for me.
“Pablo passed this morning”, I choose my words carefully as Hector had done. This expression of greeting changed to a look of concern.
Fabian’s eyes scanned my face. “Were you with him when it happened?”
“I was holding his hand; Hector and Greta have told me everything. Nicolette choosing you as here Host, you and Pablo becoming lovers with Nicolette guiding you.”
“In that case I have only one question.” Again Fabian’s eyes scanned me.
“Yes I’m Pablo’s host,” pre-empting him.
“What next?” Fabian asked.
“We give them what they want.” I said.
From the hall I could see into Fabian’s bedroom, the duvet had been neatly pulled up over the bed, every man should host a women I though. I kicked my shoes off and walked in; my top and bra came off first, then socks, jeans and thong went to the floor as one. Fabian had followed me into his room and was now trying to keep pace with the striptease.
I pulled the duvet across and lay back in his bed with my legs open waited. Fabian stood naked at the end of the bed, Nicolette had chosen well; he was tanned and athletic with at least eight inches of manhood. His mouth moved towards my cum soaked pussy.
“Sure you want to? You won’t be the first this morning.” I asked. I didn’t care if he took a mouthful of cum or not, but at least he was warned.
“I’ve got used to the taste of spunk since Hosting Nicole, now I quite enjoy it now,” Fabian smiled.
His lips closed around my and he sucked my clit until it swelled in his mouth, just like I had done to Greta. Then his tongue drove between my lips, tasting and teasing me. I stroked his hair moaning with pleasure; now he was back on my clit, sucking it hard and probing it with his tongue. I felt the burning back so strongly, in my mind I could see a young Pablo fucking Nicolette then fucking Greta, each of them a slave to his libido.
The burning became too intense, I cried out as Fabian pushed two fingers deep into my fanny. I closed my eyes only for a second, but Fabian’s face was above me and his prick against my pussy. I grasp the stiff tool and slid my body onto it.
“Fuck me hard,” I said as I licked the spunk and my juices from his face. The solid lump of flesh pushed up between my legs and my body exploded with some massive blast of energy love. Pablo and Nicolette melting into each other through their host bodies. On my back, my legs around Fabian’s back I looked into his face; his eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open as the same feelings tore through his body.
He held out as long as he could, but Nicolette was driving him and Pablo driving me. This wasn’t like Chris’ watery second cum, or Hector’s old man’s dribble, this was thick spunk gushing into my womb filling every available space, flushing out my other lover’s efforts and the stretching my channel because it had nowhere else to go.
I screamed as a second orgasm took me.
“Was that the best screw so far today?” Fabian smiles with mocking contempt.
“It was my best screw ever,” I said holding him tighter. “After that I’m probably pregnant, and I don’t think I care.”
We lay exhausted together; my mind was drunk on sex and my body lolled out of any control, my head on his chest, my arm draped across him. My own warm glow mixed with Pablo and Nicolette’s, as they reached out to each other through their chosen hosts.
I reached for my newly acquired knickers knowing that when I stood up Fabian’s lavish gift of semen would leak from my pussy.
“These are sexy,” Fabian cooed appreciatively.
“Not mind, I found them beside the bed of my first fuck of the morning.” I didn’t care what he thought of me.
“How many have you had?” He asked in the same casual manner.
“You will be the third.” I smiled.
“Pablo is a dirty dog isn’t he, he must be really enjoying your body,” Fabian smiled back.
“Being sensible…” Fabian paused, his speak was low and soft almost as if he was trying not to disturb our permanent guests.
“Fabian, you have literally fucked my brains out and you want me to be sensible? But yes, we need to discuss what happens next.”
