Fantasy Factory

Part 2

The next day, Greg made some lame excuse or other to leave his office and rush home at lunch time. It helped him just a little to get through one of Sadie's sessions with Marsha, or any of her two other regular girlfriends or sometimes random hook-ups, if he could jerk off and cum at least once in the shower.

“Trying to cheat?” Sadie giggled, coming in the bathroom to sit down on the toilet, unselfconsciously starting to let loose a steady stream of her piss. “At least slide the door open and let me watch you jerk off.”

“You could just step in here with me,” he grinned devilishly, pushing open the door and stepping out of the shower still dripping wet to stand right in front of her, continuing to stroke his rigid cock. “You know you can piss on me any time you want.”

“Yeah but if I got in the shower with you, you would fuck me in my pussy or asshole instead of jerking off,” she smiled back at him, reaching down to spread her pussy lips to give him a better view as she continued to piss, “I don't have time to properly douche and Marsha doesn't like any cum leaking out of me when she licks my pussy and rims my asshole.”

“Fair enough,” Greg replied, his legs beginning to tremble as the first drops of his precum bubbled to the tip of his cock, “but at least let me lick you clean when you finish pissing.”

“OK and I'll go you one better. If you can hit my tongue when you shoot,” she chuckled, leaning back against the toilet tank and extending her tongue, “after Marsha leaves, you can fuck me in my pussy or ass...your choice...and rinse your cum out by pissing directly inside me.”

She smiled devilishly when his second spurt of cum splashed squarely on the middle of her outstretched tongue from three feet away less than fifteen seconds later.

“Good afternoon, Marsha, you are looking especially lovely today,” Greg said to the still attractive but decidedly older woman from behind the door when he went to answer the doorbell's summons.

“Hello, Greg, thank you for speaking so kindly to an old lady,” Marsha replied with a wicked twinkle in her eyes while staring without embarrassment at his cock after he closed the door behind her, “and I must say you are already looking very good yourself. I trust Sadie and I will improve upon a very promising start.”

Greg was already naked, his flaccid cock dangling between his legs with a metal cock ring around the base. Sadie insisted he greet any of her “dates” that way if he was going to watch them have sex. Fortunately, Marsha liked to see him au natural, while one of Sadie's kinkier friends got off with him wearing a cock virginity cage with prongs that dug into his dick if he got hard.

Marsha knew Sadie waited for her in the kitchen, a room temperature bottle of Merlot opened to breathe next to two long stem glasses. Greg's watching routine began and ended at the front door, so he didn't get to drink any wine with them.

Sadie smiled warmly, wearing a skimpy sexy bra and panty set Marsha gave her some time ago. Both were so sheer, Sadie's stiff pierced nipples were clearly visible through the bra and the chain in the hood of her clit clearly pressed against the see through fabric above the moist gash continuing down between her legs.

She stepped closer to Marsha when she and Greg entered the kitchen, the two of them kissing passionately for a few moments. Greg took a seat on a bar stool at the other end of the counter. He positioned himself where Sadie wanted him, close enough to make out every detail of their bodies and inhale the increasingly fragrant and pungent aroma of their sex, but far enough away they were out of his reach, physically and psychologically.

As their kisses became more heated, Sadie and Marsha groped each other, stripping off their clothing until both stood completely naked. Greg's cock was already twitching before they stopped to drink some wine.

As they talked, Marsha, whether deliberately or not, stood in such a way Greg had an unobstructed view of her naked body. For a seventy two year old woman, she was in marvelous shape, her baseball sized tits, topped with large dark brown areola and pinky finger sized nipples, had long ago lost the unrelenting battle with gravity. Still, they ski sloped down her chest without looking saggy or wrinkled, her erect nipples pointing slightly off to the sides. The rest of her five foot two inch body was remarkably trim, her ass and thighs firm. The steel colored hair on her head was cut shorter than Greg's and the thin closely trimmed runway topping her cunt betrayed her natural dark brown color.

“I really have to watch the time closely today,” Marsha told Sadie as the two of them sipped their wine and casually groped and fingered each other with their free hands, “I hope that's not a disappointment for you.”

“Oh no, I understand when sometimes family responsibilities interfere with a good old fashion pussy licking,” Sadie giggled and refreshed the wine in both their glasses. “How old is your grandson?”

“It's my great granddaughter actually and she recently turned eighteen,” Marsha answered while she dragged a finger between the crack of Sadie's ass. “in my family the next generation seems to arrive younger and younger. My daughter is fifty two, her daughter is thirty five and the great granddaughter just turned eighteen...going on thirty. I'm taking her to buy some alluring bras and panties even her slutty mother would never consider getting for her and a good quality vibrator she's too embarrassed or cheap to buy for herself. I figure she might as well feel and look really good and sexy while she's fucking her way through college...a long time and treasured family tradition well practiced by me and her grandmother and mother before her.”

“How very thoughtful,” Sadie laughed, gently twisting Marsha's right nipple in her fingers. “You don't have any designs on her yourself do you?”

“I don't kiss and tell,” Marsha replied with a devilish smile, “but I must admit I wouldn't mind finding out exactly how much the young wench already knows and, more importantly, what all she wants and needs to learn before college starts in the fall.”

For the next few minutes, they continued chatting, drinking and groping each other. Greg squirmed on the bar stool, his cock already starting to throb and he had to watch at least another hour and a half of uninhibited girl on girl sex before Sadie would allow him to jerk off or suck and fuck her.

“I had the most unusual experience yesterday,” Sadie was saying to Marsha when Greg brought his attention back to them. “I got lost driving to a job interview and stopped to ask directions in a place called Fantasy Factory. They offer a most interesting service, much better than any virtual reality I ever heard about.”

“Do tell,” Marsha replied taking her hand from between Sadie's legs to give Sadie her full attention. “I'm most interested what you think about your experience. I vaguely recall making a small investment in the company when it was just an idea being bantered about around a conference table by some computer geeks.”

Sadie went on to tell Marsha all about her visit and experience, stopping from time to time to answer a specific question. Greg could tell Marsha was getting more and more aroused the longer Sadie talked. By the time she finished, Marsha was openly swirling a finger around her own engorged clit while pulling Sadie's left nipple ring.

“If you want to go back, I'll have passes waiting for you at the reception desk,” Marsha told Sadie huskily, her nipples so hard Greg though they must ache, “and take Greg with you. I don't know if they put couples together, or any of the other technical stuff for that matter, but I can hardly wait to hear how it goes when you have a real session. They can last up to four hours I understand and you got me thinking about going now myself. Let's cut the chitchat, we only have a little over an hour to cum as many times together as we can manage.”

Sadie just grinned sexily, took Marsha's hand and led her back to the bedroom. Greg followed behind with his throbbing hard on sticking straight out from his body, placing the bar stool on one side of the bed as Sadie and Marsha climbed on the other. He counted six shrieking orgasms from Marsha and eight for Sadie before he had to remind them about the time. There might have been a few minor climaxes for each of them mixed in there he didn't really notice.

Marsha stopped at the front door as she was leaving, turning to him and, for the very first time, touched his throbbing cock, smearing a droplet of his precum across the head with her thumb. She looked up at him thoughtfully for a few seconds.

“I just might have to give this good looking cock a try sometime,” she said huskily before sucking her thumb into her mouth, “if Sadie doesn't mind sharing, of course, and you are alright with fucking an old lady's well used pussy.”

“I'm sure she won't mind and I'm partial to the way you shriek when you cum,” he grinned, bending forward to kiss her cheek before she turned to walk away and he called after her. “We'll let you know about Fantasy Factory and I can't wait to hear how loud you made your great granddaughter scream.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sadie asked him about a week later as she hooked her arm in his and looked at the Fantasy Factory sign discreetly painted on the glass door of the isolated windowless building.

“Absolutely,” he responded with an impish smile, “I can't wait to see what got you so excited.”

With that, he pulled the door open and followed her into the reception area. The same stunning woman looked up when they entered, smiling at them warmly. She seemed unconcerned the light tan skin tight turtleneck shirt she wore allowed her firm nipples to prominently poke out against the fabric.

“Sadie...welcome back,” she exclaimed warmly, clearly recognizing Sadie as they approached the desk, “so glad to see you again, and this must be Greg. I was told to expect you today.”

She stood and walked from behind the desk to hug Sadie tightly like she was a long lost member of the family. Then she shook Greg's hand so vigorously her undoubtedly bra less tits bounced up and down.

“So what can we do for you today?” the receptionist, whose name Sadie could still not recall, asked after she returned to her seat and indicated for them to take the comfortable looking chairs to the side of her desk.

“We want to try a fantasy experience together,” Sadie explained, “say with the same avatar in the same place doing the same things together.”

“Hmm, well that is a unique request...most of out members have little interest in sharing their...um...deepest, darkest and...er...often taboo fantasies,” the receptionist said quietly, seeming to gaze in the distance as she thought. “I don't think I can answer that question, but I know who can.”

She picked up a phone and talked so softly into it that neither Sadie or Greg could make out what she was saying. The conversation was brief and after she hung up she smiled again.

A few moments later, the woman Sadie saw on the TV screen during her first visit, replete with a white doctor's smock, came through the doorway that led deeper into the building. She nodded to the receptionist then turned to Sadie and Greg and introduced herself simply as Barbara, Operations Director for Fantasy Factory.

“Marsha was very explicit we take very good care of you,” she said simply after the introductions, “so please follow me so we can go somewhere to discuss your request where we can be more comfortable.”

She led them through the doorway and turned to proceed down a different hall than the one Sadie used during her first visit. After a few turns, the doctor opened a door and ushered them into her office and indicated for them to get comfortable on a plush sofa. After providing them with cold drinks, she sat opposite Sadie and Greg to address their request.

“Your request to share the same experience together presents an interesting dilemma,” Barbara began, sitting back and crossing her legs at the knee. “The system is not designed for such a use so we couldn't do it right now even if we wanted to. The idea, however, opens up some interesting research prospects we intend to explore. If it becomes feasible, we would offer the two of you the first opportunity to try it. While we figure out the technical details, I suggest the two of you think very deeply about just what you want that experience to entail since undoubtedly meshing your fantasies will be tricky at the very least.”

“Yeah, I guess I can see your point,” Sadie responded, nestling closer to Greg as she addressed Barbara, “especially thinking back to how realistic the experience seemed in the short demonstration.”

“That brings me to the second point,” Barbara went on, sipping her cold drink and recrossing her legs, “that thirty minute demonstration is an important introductory step for any new member. We require all do that first before trying a longer version to make sure they can handle the experience psychologically. So Greg, you are welcome to do that today or come back another time. Sadie you are already cleared for your next half dozen two hour sessions.”

“You said member a moment ago,” Sadie said after glancing over at Greg, “I didn't sign up for anything last time.”

“Oh I thought you knew,” Barbara responded with a warm smile, “Marsha provided you both with complimentary lifetime memberships. All our facilities are available to you twenty four hours a day, every day of the year. After you complete the mandatory orientation session and the six two hour ones, we will have a sufficient baseline that you can safely use the facilities and be inside your sessions as often and as long as you want.”

Sadie and Greg sat stunned for a moment, taking in everything Barbara was telling them. They would have to find out how much influence Marsha had the next time they got together. If what Sadie could recall from the brochure she received at her first visit, a single lifetime membership cost more than she and Greg could conceivably earn in a year or two.

“If you're ready, Greg, we can set you up for a thirty minute introductory session right away,” Barbara said to them, getting to her feet and smiling brightly. “Sadie, if you want, we will get your initial two hour session going first so Greg doesn't have to wait too long for you after he's done.”

They looked at each other and Greg nodded before he rose and extended a hand to Sadie.

“Sounds good,” he said with an impish grin, “I'm really interested in finding out more about all this.”

Barbara led them down a different hallway and into a room exactly like the one Sadie first used. She told Greg to get comfortable and listen to the recorded instruction before taking Sadie across the hall into an identical room.

“When the avatar appears, you can keep Leon, the one you developed last time, or ask him for something else,” Barbara explained to her as Sadie began to unselfconsciously strip off her clothes. “In the future, whichever avatar you chose in the previous session will appear first and you can change it in any way you want or continue on with that one.”

By that time, Sadie was completely naked and she climbed into the chair. She turned her head to Barbara while fondling both of her own tits and spreading her knees.

“Oh, I definitely want Leon again,” she grinned slyly, “exactly where I left him.”

Barbara smiled knowingly at her and walked out of the room. The moment the door clicked closed, a naked Leon appeared in front of Sadie, his thick eight inch cock dangling freely between his legs.

“Hello, Sadie, it is very nice to see you again,” he said with a dazzling smile. “What would you like to do today.”

“Let's start where we left off at the beach,” Sadie grinned and flicked a fingertip over her pulsing clit, “exactly where the last session ended and take it from there.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, she was bent over at the waist standing in the damp sand at the water's edge screaming, with Leon pushing her ass cheeks apart as his massive cock painfully split her entry hole and rammed deep into her, stretching her cunt canal. Her shrieks of pain morphed into cries of pleasure, screeching loudly and repeatedly as one orgasm after another rippling through her body like the waves relentlessly crashing on the shore around her ankles.

Greg watched the introductory video then sat in the chair still fully clothed. He hadn't really thought about a preferred fantasy, so decided to play it by ear. Since Sadie had already told him, he wasn't surprised when the two avatars appeared in front of him.

He chose the female avatar and named it Susie, after the girl who took his virginity while he was simultaneously taking hers in the back seat of his father's car two days after he got his driver's license. He spent a few moments having Susie adjust her appearance to the way he remembered that teenage girl, right down to the large distinctive dark brown mole just outside the thick thatch of hair ending near her left pussy lip, just to the side of the entry to her cunt.

“What fantasy can I help you realize,” Susie asked Greg after he was satisfied with the way she looked.

“I can do anything at all?” he asked, still incredulous with the sophistication of the technology making everything happen.

“Yes, anything at all...anytime...anywhere...with no restrictions of any kind,” Susie told him, “other than the limits of your own imagination.”

“Nothing is off limits?”

“Nothing,” she answered directly, “in the same way nothing you think about, however forbidden or taboo, is not a legal issue unless you actually act upon it.”

“I always wondered what it was like to be in a Roman orgy,” he said, blinking to find himself wrapped in a toga, standing in an elaborately appointed marble columned room next to Susie.

Her silky wrap tied around her neck, her right tit with an erect tan nipple fully exposed. All around them, men and women of all ages from teens to elders chatted and groped one another, most of them partially or completely naked. Moans filled the air, with every possible combination of two and three and more men and women sucking and fucking openly on the couches and thickly padded carpets spread around the room.

A lithe naked young man walked up to them carrying a tray of cups filled with wine. When he noticed the bulge growing beneath Greg's toga, he smiled sweetly and asked Greg if he wanted some relief. Susie looked on dispassionately as the guy pushed Greg's toga open, dropped to his knees and took Greg's throbbing cock into his mouth.

Greg trembled and, after but a few moments, his cum shot into the guy's mouth much quicker than was normal for him. Then the young man rose to his feet, smiled at Greg, wiped away a stray droplet of cum on his cheek with the back of his hand and walked away to get more drinks for the other revelers. Greg looked down in surprise to find his cock had not softened in the least.

Two naked women about his age with perky tits and hairy pussies walked up to him and Susie, their arms around each others waist. One smiled at Greg and took his rigid cock into her hands, stroking him gently, sending an electric like tingle through his body and a drop of precum bubbling to the top of his dick.

Next to them, the other woman and Susie kissed passionately while gently loosening each others robes and letting them fall to the floor. Greg gasped seeing the other woman's perfectly formed tits with bright pink areola and her puffy mons with symmetrical lips and protruding clit.

The other woman led Susie to a nearby couch, falling on to her back and pulling Susie down for another tongue lashing kiss. As Susie bent at the waist to exchange a passionate kiss with the woman, her thighs spread wide to expose the perfectly formed pink sphincter of her asshole and the moist inner folds of her pussy, matching exactly his remembrance of his first love more than a dozen years before.

The woman stroking Greg's cock, grinned wickedly and led him over to stand behind Susie. Without a word being said, she rubbed the tip of Greg's cock up and down in Susie's increasingly moist pussy slit before positioning the head against the gaping wet hole leading to the deepest recesses of that waiting, welcoming cunt.

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