The Psychic Seducer / Chapter #9

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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #9

The next morning, the heat of the sun, along with the bodies of my eight friends, made the temperature inside the closed up tent uncomfortably warm. I opened my eyes and discovered that we had all fallen asleep with the Star Master still running and the radio still pumping out hit songs on the table outside. As I looked around, it was abundantly clear that all my friends had gathered close to me, trying to cuddle with me like little Nicky had done before I fell asleep last night. Sometime during the night, everyone got the same idea and moved from their designated sleeping bags to snuggle with me like I was a mama cat at feeding time. Something had happened during our deep space adventure that caused everyone to gravitate towards me, and at the moment, I didn't know why.

As I rose up to get dressed, my movement caused the others to stir as well. I needed to pee and all I could think about was seeking out the designated guest bathroom to relieve myself. Before I knew it, Jessie, Nicky, Freddie, and Carl had opened the tent flap and stepped out into David's backyard ahead of me to escape the heat and stretch their legs. David thought nothing of it, mostly because he had the assurance of his parents that they would avoid the backyard until everyone went home. So, I guess someone had to be the responsible one, and that someone was me.

"Hey you guys," I whispered in a firm and steady voice. "Get back in here. You're not at home you know. Put some clothes on and show some respect!"

Nicky squealed as he realized what he had done as he got caught up in the excitement with the others. He raced back into the tent, red faced, as he got dressed. The others lingered a little longer outside, titillated by the idea of being mischievously naked and out in the open.

Not only did I wake up surrounded by eight naked and horny boys, but everyone was acting differently all of a sudden. Once I got everyone to focus on getting dressed, I emerged from the tent to find that bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Nicky asked.

"To find the bathroom," I exclaimed.

"Me too," Nicky chirped.

Then a cacophony of `Me Too's' erupted from everyone else at the same time as they all tried to follow me to the bathroom. I thought nothing of it at first, since most humans need to pee upon waking up in the morning. But I soon discovered that it wasn't just their need to pee, everyone wanted to go into the bathroom and pee with me at the same time. Some of the guys even suggested that we stand in a big circle and do a community pee by the back fence since all nine of us couldn't fit into the bathroom at once. That was just plain freaky. They didn't seem to understand how inappropriate that was, and I had to explain it to them like they were children. That was not like my friends to get all `kinky' like this.

When we all had our first psychic sex orgy together on the day of my birthday party, no one would have dreamed of stripping naked in front of the others if it weren't for my foster mom insisting that we all give her our clothes to wash after our food fight. After having only two more psychic orgies after that, they now thought nothing of being naked together, anywhere, for any reason. Their newfound freedom was more than just the familiarity of being naked and intimate with each other. Whatever it was, it was all part of what was happening this morning and I was really going to have to figure out this unusual puzzle before it went beyond my ability to do something about it.

"Come on Simon," Freddie whispered. "Carl and I have been in the bathroom with you before, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, Simon," Carl also whispered. "It'll be fun. We can pretend to spell our names in the toilet bowl."

"Or swordfight with our piss streams," Freddie added.

"Then, when we're finished, we could swordfight with our dicks!" Carl suggested.

I couldn't believe that my two friends were making such suggestions, especially since we weren't even at one of our own houses. Before I could respond, Freddie and Carl surprised me.

"I love you, Simon," Freddie confessed as he lustfully looked into my eyes.

"I love you more, Simon," Carl boasted, reaching for my arm.

"No, I love you more!" Freddie argued as he grabbed my other arm.

Things were getting weirder by the minute. Carl and Freddie have been close friends of mine for as long as I've been living with my foster parents, but one thing was for sure, they've never proposed playing such deviant games before. In fact, they never professed their love for me before either, let alone proclaiming who loved me more. I was afraid that they were going to start fighting over me at any second.

"Hold on guys, I love both of you too. As fun as what you have proposed would be, we're guests in someone else's home, so, we'll have to do it some other time. Okay?" I said, trying to appease them both for the moment.

"All right," Carl reluctantly agreed as both of them released my arm.

As soon as I was free, I made a mad dash for the bathroom, alone. When I came out, there was an orderly line at the door. Everyone in line reached out to touch me like I was their beloved spiritual leader. Michael was standing at the end of the line and as I made my way past the gauntlet of adoring hands, he reached out. He grabbed me by the shoulders with both hands, looked into my eyes and planted a huge kiss directly on my lips.

"What was that for?" I asked Michael.

"Cause you're the bomb!" he said as he kissed me again.

Michael Kevin Carver has always been a quick witted, attractive young athlete who has a dynamite body, glorious black abs and a rock hard cock that makes most of the other guys in our group wish they had a cock the size and girth of his. But the one thing that Michael Kevin Carver could never be accused of was being a kissy-faced, gay-boi.

Once everyone had finally used the bathroom, they joined me back outside by the tent entrance and huddled closely together. Then, they all tried to get me to do another session right then before anybody went home. They argued that they still had enough time to do it and the tent was still up with all their things still in place. Everyone seemed to be genuinely horny as hell, including myself.

But something happened during last night's deep space fantasy that seemed to affect everyone adversely. Everyone but me, that is. Even Xavier showed signs that he too might have been affected, but he was too overwhelmed with everyone else's behavior to act out in front of me like they were doing.

"Come on, Simon," Jessie said. "We have enough time to do a quickie!"

"Yeah," Rudy added. "I feel like my balls are going to explode. I need it. I need it now!"

"I know what you mean, Rudy," Carl said. "I can tell that it won't take me long to cum."

"Me too," Freddie said. "It's like I'm half way there already."

"P l e a s e ..." Nicky pleaded. "I'll suck you real good. I'll swallow your cum. I'll do what ever you want. P l e a s e ..."

"I can't," I explained. "I need a few days to... recharge!"

What I said wasn't really true. After having slept through the night, I could've done it if I wanted too. I first needed to find out what went wrong before I accidentally duplicate and compound the problem. Logic told me that I'd better find out what I was dealing with before I did any permanent harm to any of my close friends.

"Okay, I'll do it without you then," Michael Kevin Carver announced. "Who's with me?"

Michael threw off his shirt and tossed it on the grass. Then he flexed his impeccable pecs in front of everyone and then slipped back into the tent, leaving the tent flaps open to cool the tent down and to allow quick access to all who would follow his lead and join him inside. From outside, I was able to watch him undress the rest of the way, position himself onto his sleeping bag and begin stroking his amazing cock to rock hard readiness.

A moment later, Rudy and Jessie followed Michael in, and did the same. Without hesitating, Carl and Freddie joined them. David, who was just as horny as everyone else, didn't want to be left out. That left Xavier and Nicky standing with me, trying to lend me their support. That is until Nicky's willpower failed him. Nicky put Xavier's hand in his left hand and took my hand in his right, and persuaded both of us to take advantage of what was about to happen.

"Okay," I conceded. "All I can do is join you guys in a circle jerk. I won't be able to do any special stuff. Is that understood?

"Cool," Nicky chirped. "Let's do this!"

Nicky took great pride in pulling us into the tent to join the others. As he led us by the hand, I psychically told Xavier not to do anything telepathically with anyone and I would fully explain why later.

As I walked in, it was still warm, but not as bad as it was earlier. There was a strong smell of horny boy sex lingering from last night, and the aroma was about to get even stronger. I looked around and got aroused to see six of my friends already getting hot, horny, and rock hard. The rest of us stripped and joined in on the fun and before we all knew it we were all moaning and heaving in ecstasy.

I admit that I hadn't realized how horny I was until I was amongst all my friends who were getting hotter and sweatier by the minute. Before I knew it, I was sitting side by side with my friends and enjoying being naked and jacking-off together with them. I was glad that I had gotten talked into joining everyone as I sensed the testosterone level rise, sending us all hurtling toward a spectacular, albeit psychically un-enhanced orgasm.

I almost lost control as I had to stop myself repeatedly from psychically reaching out. The erotic brainwave activity of my friends escalated, beckoning my psychic powers to engage and it got harder to fight-off as everyone approached their climax. Then I sensed Xavier instinctively start to reach out psychically. I had to block his unintentional attempts, while at the same time fighting to keep my own powers under control. We both got drawn in deeper and deeper as the psychic energy in the room nearly forced the two of us to `switch-on' against our will.

As I held off using my psychic powers with all my strength, I had inadvertently unleashed my own powers inwardly, creating a psychic whiplash effect, initiating one of those feedback loops onto itself within my head. The power generated by this kind of feedback loop challenged the limits of my tolerance and swept me away, both physically and mentally.

I stopped jacking myself and put both hands on the ground to steady myself as the dizzying energy of our combined climaxes overwhelmed me. It took my breath away, and I felt like I had run a marathon. At first, I felt a wicked rush of electricity surge through me, and then it turned into a sort of lightheadedness. I tried to catch my breath as I felt all the classic signs of an explosive orgasm begin. Michael Kevin Carver was the first of the group to blow his load.

"Sweet Lord, I'm about to blow!" Michael announced. "Oh yeah, here we go!"

Even though I had stopped stroking my own cock, I shot my first wad right along with Michael as he and I both received a dose of endorphins that catapulted us into orgasm heaven. Since Michael announced his climax, everyone turned to watch him as his huge cock spewed his hot giant load in a spectacular display of hot teenage virility.

So far, in all of our group sex fantasies, we had always emptied our loads in one big giant collective climax. This was the first time we had all watched as one individual shot his entire cum-load.

A few moments later, Nicky got his chance.

"I'm gonna cum!" Nicky proclaimed. "Oh, I'm cumming, oh, I'm cumming, oh, I'm..."

My little Nicky began to shoot an impressive load of white ropes that was worthy of a porn star. Since Nicky also announced his climax, everyone's eyes turned to watch him next as his psychic waves caused me to shoot my second load right along with his as he made my brain excrete a second dose of endorphins, bonding me even closer to my biggest fan.

It was becoming clear to me that I was going to share everyone's orgasm, one at a time as their brainwave transmissions locked me in a state of perpetual arousal. Only two out of my eight friends had climaxed so far, but if I were going to experience a separate orgasm along with each one of the rest of them, I questioned how I was going to stay sane. My balls were aching and my head was swimming in a state of chemical suspension.

"Okay guys," David declared. "I guess I'm next. Oh... oh g..."

David got up on his knees and proceeded to pour out an unbroken stream of sweet milky cream until his balls ran dry. Everyone watched David pour like an incessant coffee cream dispenser as I poured out just as much as he did, getting my third dose of brain chemicals, making me feel like I had binged on an all day sex marathon, feeling tender and vulnerable.

"That was pretty nice, David," Rudy exclaimed. "Now, let me show you how it's really done!"

Rudy then stood up, spread his legs, bent his knees and leaned back, throwing his hips forward. He wickedly stoked himself at full speed for a moment and then suddenly stopped. He squeezed his cock firmly and held it intensely still as we all held our breath and watched his erotic technique with immense anticipation. His cockhead swelled up within his grasp as a volatile amount of pressure began to build behind his balls. My heart started racing again as Rudy's psychic waves made me gasp for air. As Rudy released his hold, his first squirt gained substantial altitude before it came raining down on the Star Master, in the middle of the room, splattering it good. My cock twitched and flung the same amount of cock juice along with Rudy's load and another infusion of mind numbing sex drugs doused my brain, sending me places I didn't know existed.

"Wow!" Nicky squealed from being impressed. "Way to go, Rudy!"

The rest of the guys applauded and Rudy bowed to his audience before he sat back down.

Even though four of the guys had already blown their loads now and were done cumming, they still stayed put to watch the rest of the guys `pop'. There's something about watching cocks spew their loads that other guys find fascinating. At the moment, no one in the tent was aware that I had cum four times already and as it was, I was being driven insane by the group's unrelenting cum-fest.

"Watching you guys shoot is so hot, you've pushed me over the edge," Jessie stated. "It's my turn now. I've been waiting for the chance to show you guys something. Watch this!"

Jessie laid flat on his back. He lifted his backside up off the floor with his legs over him until his cock was dangling downward, perfectly positioned over his mouth. He was excited to finally show all his friends his newest trick that he'd been practicing and perfecting at home. He gave everyone a perfect view, showing off his pretty pink pucker for all to see as he opened his mouth wide and stroked himself vigorously above his head. As he came close, he took careful aim and fed his entire load into his waiting orifice, being sure to get every drop of his precious mixture into his hungry target. Not only did I feel Jessie's orgasm as my cock quivered and sputtered, precisely mirroring his abundant ejaculation, it also came as a complete shock when my taste buds came alive with the flavor of his warm and salty treat as the mixture hit Jessie's tongue.

"Cool," Nicky cooed. "That was awesome, Jess!"

The rest of the guys applauded Jessie's style and talent, knowing none of them could duplicate what they just witnessed, although I was pretty sure they'd all be giving it a try once they got home. If we were all judges at the Olympics, our scores would've blown the competition away.

I had gotten treated to five orgasms in a row and one cum-eating surprise. I was flying so high, I started to lose count.

"Freddie and I have been practicing something too," Carl confessed to the guys. "Want us to show you?"

"Hell yes," Nicky chirped. "What have you been practicing? Show us. We want to see!"

"We can put our cocks together and cum at the same time," Freddie answered.

"No way," Nicky challenged.

"We'll show you," Carl said as he and Freddie got into position.

They brought their two rigid cocks together, leaned back as far as they could and took turns stroking and rubbing their cocks together. As they started off, Freddie held their two boners firmly together at the base with both hands as Carl stroked them tip to tip. Then he rubbed their quivering poles from side-to-side, making their apposing frenulum stimulate the other in a wicked cock dance that brought the two to the very edge of orgasm. Once Carl expertly brought them both to the edge, they switched positions, letting Freddie take over, sensuously working their dicks into a frenzy while Carl struggled to keep their two rods locked together.

After five orgasms, I was very wary that I could endure a double orgasm, but I tried to prepare myself to receive twice the punch that I had endured so far.

"I'm ready to commence our countdown. Where are you?" Carl asked Freddie as they worked together to bring themselves to the edge of cumming with the idea of popping each other simultaneously.

"I'm at thirty," Freddie answered as he took control of their stroking. "Twenty-nine... twenty-eight... twenty-seven...!" A few moments later, Freddie asked Carl the same question. "Where are you?"

"Eighteen," Carl said. "Seventeen... sixteen...!"

"Ten," Freddie calculated.

"Fifteen," Carl counted. "Let's trade."

Carl took control of their stroking as he stimulated a little more of his own cock and a little less of Freddie's cock until he eliminated the difference between their counting, slowly synchronizing their countdown together.

"Seven," Freddie stated.

"Six," Carl squeaked, flying past Freddie, quickly on his way to lift-off.

"Five," Freddie said, heaving as he counted.

Carl and Freddie both moaned in ecstasy as they entered the final stage. Once they passed T-minus five seconds, they were committed and could not abort. They were now locked together, igniting their booster tanks and engaging the final lift-off sequence.

Then, at that point, their numbers locked squarely together and their voices echoed in a synchronous countdown to their final launch window.

"Four... Three... Two... One... Blast-off," they both said, struggling to speak as they threw their heads back from the overwhelming sensation.

Carl and Freddie began to grunt and moan back and fourth as they pushed each other over the event horizon. Freddie shot first, about a microsecond before Carl did. Nevertheless, it was impressive to watch them shoot their loads into high orbit, alternating their cock-rockets back and forth until they totally ran out of their liquid hydrogen reserves.

I felt my groin muscles pull and spasm as my body attempted the impossible. My cock began to shoot as two, double cumming in conjunction with Carl and Freddie's dual launching. My brain got flooded with a double dose of endorphins as my cock dry-heaved, reducing me to a sperm depleted, drug induced junkie.

Now that there were only two of us left, everyone looked to Xavier and me to give them their grand finale. As they looked closer, they saw that I was absolutely covered in cum. As I looked over at Xavier, he too was bathed in several puddles of his own essence. I was so self-absorbed with my own experiences that I hadn't noticed that Xavier had succumbed to the same psychic phenomenon as I had. The guys were totally unaware that both Xavier and I had cum an equivalent of seven times as they all watched each other bust their nuts individually.

Our late morning impromptu session came to a screeching halt as a car horn shattered our reverie. It was Nicky's parents who had arrived early to pick him up. They had honked their car horn out in the front yard to call him out. Nicky jumped to attention and got dressed in record time.

The distraction startled everyone else as well, drawing their attention away from Xavier and me, causing them to start cleaning themselves up, and getting dressed for the day. I was thankful that I was spared the awkward obligation of having to explain why Xavier and I seemed to have magically shot our massive cum-loads without anybody noticing.

As it got to be time for the rest of the group to go home, we all pitched in, disassembled the tent, put away the folding chairs and tables into David's garage and then divvied up the leftover goodies so that everyone could have a little something to take home and snack on later.

Xavier and I stayed behind until everybody got picked up, rode their bicycle, or walked home. Xavier arranged it so he didn't have to be home until later in the afternoon so he could spend some alone time with me so we decided to head over to my house. There was something I wanted to do anyway and Xavier was cool with hanging at my house.

Earlier, I had told Xavier that I would explain why I didn't want the two of us to do a psychic session this morning. As we made our way to my house, I made my explanation and expressed my concerns about everybody's behavior.

"It was weird the way the guys all acted like they were falling in love with me today," I said, starting off the conversation.

Once I told him that, Xavier dropped a bombshell that I was not expecting.

"I don't know why you find that so hard to believe. I've been in love with you since we first met!" Xavier confessed. "Oops! Did I just say that out loud?"

"No way," I challenged. "We've read each other's minds intimately, several times now. I think I'd know if you loved me."

"I've been purposely hiding it from you," Xavier declared. "I was kind of embarrassed about it at first. At the `Company', I was taught that when I fell in love, it would be with a girl. It was taught to me as if there weren't any other choices. When it turned out to be you I fell in love with, I kind of freaked. I didn't know how to handle that, so I kept it to myself. I knew your group of friends had feelings for you and I didn't want to get in the way of anyone who might have fallen in love with you long before I came along. At first, I just thought it was only Nicky who had it bad for you, but I can see now that they all love you in one way or another. Even Michael has a thing for you. I wasn't ready to tell you how I felt about you yet. But, after today, it became clear that they all are crushing on you, so I haven't allowed myself to love you. The problem is, I do love you. But now that I've come to terms with it and I can admit it to you and to myself, I don't think I can share you with all of those guys."

"But that's just it," I clarified. "They're not in love with me, except maybe Nicky, and I think it's just hero worship with him. They've never acted this way before. I think it all comes down to our psychic feedback loop that we used on them for the first time last night. It did something to them that I can't explain, and I need to find out what that something is before we plan anymore psychic sex fantasies with them."

"So, you're saying that none of them are in love with you, for real?" Xavier questioned.

"That's right," I verified.

"Oh... cool," Xavier finally acknowledged.

When we finally got to my house, Xavier called home to check in. He told his foster Mom that the overnight party was a success and he had an amazing time. He asked if it was all right to spend some time at my house and she cheerfully gave her permission, provided he came home by dinner time.

While Xavier was doing that, I fired up my computer and prepared to do a little cyber-surfing. I wanted to know what went wrong at last night's deep space fantasy and why everyone was acting so strangely. It wasn't just me. Xavier also noticed everyone's awkward behavior and thought it was unusual for them, even though he didn't really know them all that well yet.

I had an idea about where I should look and the first thing I did was to surf for a list of chemicals that the brain releases during an orgasm. In the search engine, I typed `anatomy of an orgasm'. I selected the first address that came up in the results column and sure enough, along with a textbook explanation, it listed the chemicals released in the brain during an orgasm. Then, one by one, it gave a brief explanation of the function of each of those chemicals. It basically came down to list of seven. As I sat in my computer chair and Xavier sat next to me on the arm of the chair, I read the article out loud to him.

"Endorphins: Endorphins, which is a combination of Acetylcholine and Dopamine, is one of the easiest to recognize. These work together and act strictly like mini doses of Morphine."

"Prolactin: Prolactin is what's responsible for those few moments of the day when men aren't preoccupied with sex, causing the brain to think of other things not related to sex. It sometimes creates post-orgasmic remorse, causing a feeling of guilt for having just done something wrong."

"Epinephrine: Epinephrine, more widely known as Adrenaline, increases the heart rate and dilates arteries to increase blood flow to the muscles during sex. It also creates a refractory period in which another orgasm is not possible for up to 20 minutes after orgasm."

"Testosterone: Testosterone fuels sexual drive and aggression and is essential to the libido, sexual arousal and desire causing one to feel turned on and sexually virile. None of these states can be achieved without this amazing substance."

"Phenylethylamine: Phenylethylamine (the chocolate drug) triggers the release of dopamine in the pleasure centers of the brain, rising throughout the climax process until it peaks upon orgasm. It overwhelms one with feelings of bliss, attraction and excitement."

"Serotonin: Serotonin releases an extra shot of its anti-depressant properties to the brain during orgasm, making one feel cheerful, hopeful, emotionally balanced, and content."

"Oxytocin: Oxytocin, (the cuddle drug) is secreted by the pituitary gland and stimulates the prostate, causing muscle contractions and sensitizes nerves. Increased Oxytocin produces more intense orgasms and causes one to feel a connection or bond with their partner, producing the sensation of falling in love."

"Oh my god," Xavier exclaimed. That's it."

"Yeah, it's sad, but true," I agreed. "I've heard it said that falling in love is just a chemical reaction. It takes all the mystery out of it, doesn't it?"

"No, I mean, that's the answer you're looking for!" Xavier explained. "I'm no expert by any means, but here's what I think happened. You and I started our feedback loop. You sent your psychic waves to me. I added to it and amplified it back to you, causing our feedback loop to begin. Then you passed it along to everyone else. I'm proud to say, I fell in love with you before we discovered our feedback phenomenon, so my love for you is natural and not chemically induced. Anyway, I didn't realize I was psychically projecting my love for you into the feedback loop and it got added and amplified along with everything else along the way. As you psychically passed our looped waves along to the others, my feeling of love for you got passed along with it. Then, as everyone climaxed together, they all got that extra heavy dose of Oxytocin. That was then compounded by my unintentionally buried subconscious affection for you. Between you and me, we ended up delivering a double fisted punch. That essentially caused everyone to wake up in love with you this morning. Unfortunately, the fact that it was chemically induced didn't make it any less real for them."

"You know, we're dealing with stuff that we don't really know anything about," I said with a troubling tone. "We've both learned a lot of things through the Internet and through our own experiences, but that's not enough. We need some additional help and we don't have anyone we can turn to that we can trust. Our problem is so rare that I don't think even Dr. Vincas could help us, not that I'm suggesting we contact him or anything. When it comes to our psychic problems, I honestly don't think he even knows as much as we do anymore. Besides, he'd only end up exploiting us anyway."

"In that case," Xavier reasoned. "I suggest we stop worrying about it since we can't do anything about it anyway. We should continue on like we've been doing, learning all we can on our own through experimentation and Internet fact-finding. Even the experts start out knowing nothing, just like us. As long as we work together and continually learn from our experiences, we can do anything."

"You're right," I said. "The trouble is; we're dealing with real people's lives here, our friends' lives to be exact. I can't help wondering that without my foolish influence, someone like Michael Kevin Carver might have fallen in love with some sweet chick, gotten married and had a family. But now, he's going to have to fight over me and I'm someone who can't give him that future."

"Holy crap, man," Xavier exclaimed. "You sure have a superiority complex. We're just talking about a few sexual chemicals. I know they're serious ones, but they'll probably wear off soon and everyone will return to normal."

"How can you say that?" I questioned.

"Because, real love has to be nurtured," he pointed out. "Like you and me, we're here together and sharing quality time. We share common interests. We have similar goals. Where are all the others? I'll admit, they're probably at home, alone and pining over you right now. If they're truly in love with you, they would be demanding to spend time with you, but they're not here, are they?"

"No, they're not," I said. "I sure hope you're right."

I was caught in deep thought as Xavier and I stared into the computer screen that was still displaying the list I had just read to Xavier. As we both gazed blankly at the screen, there was a column of various links to other related sites down the right side of the screen. Amongst the choices was a small thumbnail picture of a group of dolphins that caught Xavier's eye.

"What's that?" Xavier exclaimed as he reached for the mouse control and clicked on the link. "I love dolphins!"

The browser left the site we had been looking at and navigated to a new page. The banner read...

Exclusive!

A Group Of Twelve Adolescent Male Spinner Dolphins Engaging In

This Never Before Seen Orgy Called

`A Wuzzle Party'

Even I was intrigued by that titillating caption. I took control of the mouse again and clicked on the video that accompanied the page. It was an absolutely captivating underwater video, captured in breathtaking high definition. It showed a group of dolphins demonstrating a behavior where they would swim on their sides, belly to belly, and rub their mostly obscured genitalia together. They swarmed together in a mass as they worked themselves up to an ever increasing frenzy, randomly changing from one partner to another, getting more aroused by the minute. Even though the video depicted dolphins, it was still arousing to watch and I got boned up from the concept.

Then I got a wildly thrilling idea to do a Wuzzle party as our next group fantasy, that is, if Xavier and I decided it was safe to do another group fantasy. I was still very concerned about what transpired this morning, and I was going to have to wait and see if Xavier's predictions were accurate before I would even consider doing any more fantasies at all. I was hopeful that things would work out in the end since I was already obsessing over the idea of conducting our next group fantasy as soon as possible.

End of Chapter #9

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