Meeting The New Boyfriend
Part 1
From the moment they sat down, Jessica could feel that tonight’s dinner was one the Heller family would never forget. “I can’t wait for you all to meet him!” Katie beamed from across the table. Jessica couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her little sister this happy. She also couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her little sister interested in a boy. Typically, Katie talked about them like they were the world’s greatest annoyance. This guy she was so eager for everyone to meet must really be something special.
“Well, do you have any idea when he’ll be here? We’re ready to eat.” Their father sat at the head of the table, looking slightly annoyed. Dad could be intimidating and showing up late to family dinner wasn’t going to make for the best first impression. Jessica glanced over at her boyfriend, Alex. She could still remember the first time she introduced him to her dad. He had been perfect—he always was—but he had nonetheless admitted afterwards that the experience had been pretty nerve-wracking. Fortunately, he had won dad’s approval quickly, and was now treated like a member of the family. Now, if only he would get around to getting her a ring…. She pushed the thought out of her mind. It would happen soon. When they were both ready.
“He just texted me, daddy. He’s just a few minutes away!” Katie assured him.
“’Daddy?’ their brother, Liam, scoffed. “Didn’t you just turn 18?” Liam’s girlfriend Haley punched him in the shoulder before Katie could.
“Be nice!” she admonished. Haley was always a sweetheart, and she detested confrontation. A shame for her, then, that Liam had been a drama-starter since he had learned to walk (and probably even earlier than that). Jessica still wasn’t sure how such a nice, laid back girl had ended up with a prick like her brother.
“Bite me, nerd!” Katie snapped back at him.
“Children! Can we make it through one dinner without you sniping at each other?” Their mom cut in from the other end of the table, silencing both of them with a warning look. No matter how old they got, it was unlikely any of them would ever be big enough to cross their mother. She was almost as commanding a presence as their father, and she kept herself in such great shape, Jessica wasn’t sure which of the two of them she would be more afraid to get into a fight with.
“Some things never change,” their oldest sister, Mia said with bemusement. She had just recently graduated med school and hadn’t been back home in a while, so Jessica was grateful to have this time to spend with her. Mia had always been the wise one that she could turn to for advice on anything and everything. She was also the only Heller child that wasn’t straight. Something which was initially hard for her to come to terms with, and even harder for their traditional father to accept. But she had gradually learned to their parents had gradually become more enlightened, and now Anna, the raven-haired Latina sitting next to Mia was engaged to marry their daughter later that year and had become an adored member of the family.
“Oh yeah?” Anna teased. “You’ve never changed, babe?”
“Oh, yes she has. I could tell you some stories…” Mrs. Heller said.
“Mom, don’t you dare!”
“Girl, spill the tea!” Anna leaned in, eager to receive embarrassing details of Mia’s childhood.
Alex chuckled to himself and took a long sip of his water. Jessica hooked her arm under his and pulled herself close to him.
“How you doing, babe?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m good!” he smiled, kissing her on the forehead. “Just can’t wait to dig into this dank-looking food! Thank you again for having us, Mrs. Heller!”
Mom rolled her eyes and smiled at him. “Sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you! Call me ‘Sharon.’”
Alex grimaced slightly and laughed nervously. “Sorry, force of habit.”
She smiled warmly. “But, thank you! You know you’re always welcome here.”
Jessica looked around to take in the moment. She had the perfect family, and life was good. What more could she ask for?
“Well, I’m hungry too,” dad said. “Sorry Katie, but we’ll have to start without—“
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Katie’s eyes lit up so brightly Jessica thought they might bulge out of her head.
“HE’S HERE!” She all but squealed as she leapt out of her chair and raced into the living room. The family all exchanged glances with each other. Mom and dad looked slightly concerned.
“Yikes…” Liam offered. “She must really like this guy, huh?”
“Yeah…” Jessica agreed, frowning slightly. “Can’t wait to see what all the hype is about. I’ve never seen her act like this with anyone. She’s barely ever even dated…”
“Well, let’s give him a chance,” their mom said. “Alex, Anna, and Haley have been a part of this family for a long time now. I’m sure Katie is just excited to have someone of her own to bring home.”
“Well, he could have been early if they were so excited,” Mr.Heller said, looking around at the food spread getting cold in front of them.
“Oh my god, dad, be nice,” Mia chided.
“Richard, don’t start tonight…” Sharon said warningly. Her husband shrugged and raised his wine glass.
“I’m just saying….”
They heard the front door close and Katie re-entered the dining room, smiling even wider than before. Her extreme happiness was starting to creep Jessica out.
“Everyone,” Katie said brightly, rising up on her toes slightly as she addressed the room. “I’d like you to meet Oliver.”
Behind her, Jessica watched as one of the most unbelievably attractive men she had ever seen in her life walked into the room. She felt her mouth drop open slightly as the tall, black-haired, and incredibly muscular man confidently walked into the room and looked around the table, nodding politely and flashing a supernaturally perfect white smile. She loved her boyfriend and wanted to stay with him forever, but this guy looked like god damn Thor and Brad Pitt had made a baby. It was impossible not to gape. She looked around the table and saw that everyone else was equally flabbergasted. Katie was a beautiful girl, and any guy would be lucky to have her. But the specimen in front of them could date anyone he wanted, including super models and porn stars. What on Earth was he doing with Katie?
“Hello everyone!” Oliver said, spreading his hands out slightly in a welcoming gesture, which gave them all a better look at his ridiculously chiseled biceps. Jessica thought she heard Haley gasp. She also couldn’t help but notice the ornate chain he wore around his neck which ended in a large, blood-red stone. Weird accessory for a guy she thought to herself.
“Oliver, this is—” Katie started with introductions, but Oliver raised a hand to cut her off.
“No need to introduce me. I know everything I need to know about everyone here. The gem told me before I arrived.”
Somehow, the stone-cold silence at the table seemed to get even quieter. Katie joined the others in looking visibly confused. Oliver’s perfect smile grew wider as he grabbed the jewel around his neck with his left hand while raising his right. Several people started to say something, but before Jessica could make out a word they were saying, Oliver brought his right hand’s fingers together.
SNAP
Silence returned to the room immediately as Oliver lowered his hand. What the hell? Jessica thought to herself as she tried to process the strange behavior of the man in front of them. She blinked several times as she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She could have sworn she had seen a red light emanate from Oliver’s closed left hand. But maybe she was imagining it. That was when she noticed no one was saying anything. She looked at her little sister. Something was wrong.
“Katie…?” Jessica asked, as what she was seeing began to set in. Katie was staring straight ahead, her face frozen in the same slightly confused expression she had had when Oliver had mentioned that his necklace had informed him about her family. In fact, her entire body appeared frozen in time. Even her long blonde hair seemed unnaturally static.
“Katie!” Jessica yelled, rising to her feet in alarm. She pushed her chair out so as to cross the room to her sister, and in doing so she noticed the rest of her family. Everyone else at the table was frozen in exactly the same way; staring with blank eyes and confusion and suspicion etched upon the lifeless muscles of their face. Haley was stuck with a side-eyed glance at Liam. Anna’s mouth was slightly agape. Their father was glowering. The only two people in the room who weren’t statuesque were Jessica and Oliver.
“You guys! What the fuck is going on?!” Jessica screamed. She reached over to her boyfriend and violently shook him. Alex bobbed from side to side with the force of her pushing but returned immediately to the position he had been in when Jessica released him. No expression showed on his face.
Oliver just kept smiling. Jessica turned her attention to his leering gaze. “Did you do this?”
“Yes, I did, Jessica,” he said. “But don’t worry, they’re fine. For now.”
Jessica instinctively grabbed her plate and threw it at her unwanted guest in self-defense. But rather than smash into his impeccably defined jaw the way she had hoped it would, she instead watched in horror as the saucer harmlessly burst into a flurry of soap bubbles and disappeared from sight. She was so flabbergasted by this impossible occurrence that she barely even noticed the plate re-appear in front of her on the placemat, as if she had never even touched it. Oliver was beaming, complete unphased.
“Wha-wha-what the fuck!” Jessica stammered, stepping back in shock and terror.
“Cool, ain’t it?” Oliver asked.
Jessica’s flight instinct overwhelmed her and she sprinted for the door... only to find the strength in her legs evaporate as her lower half went limp. She crashed hard on the linoleum tile, scraping her knee as she landed. Oliver sucked in air through his teeth, as Jessica cried out in pain.
“Ow, Jess! That looks painful. Here, let me help you out.”
Jessica looked around in wild fear as Oliver calmly waved his hand out in front of him. As he did so she felt the pain begin to evaporate from her knee. Looking down, she gaped in awe as the bloodied wound rapidly faded, replaced with her normal healthy, smooth, creamy skin. Within seconds the scrape was completely healed and all the pain she had experienced from the fall was gone. She didn’t know what to say or do now. This had to be a dream. Oliver just looked down at her.
“See? I can be a compassionate god when I want to be” he said. “Besides, that isn’t the kind of torture I came here for. Let’s put you back where I found you, shall we?”
Oliver snapped his fingers again. Jessica blinked and suddenly she was off the floor and sitting back at the table in the exact same spot she had been. She gripped the table to fight the wave of disorienting nausea that came with the sudden change in location. Feeling had returned to her legs, but when she tried to stand up again, she found she couldn’t. It was as if her butt was glued to the chair. Abject horror gripped her now, as a sense of overwhelming helplessness finally settled in. Dream or not, she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“That’s better. I bet you’re wondering what’s going on” Oliver continued, fondling the gem around his neck as he paced behind Jessica’s frozen family members on the other side of the table. “Allow me to alleviate your confusion.”
Oliver snapped his fingers again. There was bright flash that obscured Jessica’s vision momentarily, and when it abated her mouth dropped open in surprise.
“Oliver!? You’re that Oliver?”
The god-like man that had stood in her kitchen seconds earlier had been replaced by a lanky, nerdy, skinny dweeb—the same one who had pestered her constantly throughout her high school career. His stringy hair, oily face, slumped posture, and pale complexion were exactly as she had remembered it. The only thing that was different was the necklace that still hung around his neck. She hadn’t thought about him once since graduation. She could still remember the knowledge that she would be free of him forever was one of the most exciting aspects of leaving that school and entering college. A new wave of fear gripped her along with the realization that her old stalker was the one making these unbelievable things happen.
“That’s right!” Oliver said merrily. “It’s that Oliver. The one you constantly ignored. The one you and your bitchy friends belittled, humiliated, and taunted for years. The one who always wanted nothing other than to be your friend. The one who would have treated you better than any of those douchebag jocks you always hung around.”
His voice was climbing as he spoke, and his calm and confident demeanor showed signs of cracking. Jessica noticed the crack in his veneer of godhood and rallied her confidence. She mustered every ounce of venom she could.
“You were a fucking creepy loser and a stalker,” she shot back. “You’re a typical incel, wannabe nice guy piece of shit who could never get a girl to touch him because you never wanted to actually improve yourself. You’re an entitled little brat who thinks women are pieces of meat to serve over your every perverted whim instead of actual human beings! Not to mention the fact that you were constantly playing with your nerdy fantasy shit instead of having an actual social life. No wonder we made fun of you. You’re pathetic!”
Jessica was breathing hard and flushed with anger by the time she finished her diatribe. Oliver furrowed his brow, his eye twitching slightly with barely concealed anger. For a moment it looked like he was about to scream something in response, but then he caught himself. He took a deep breath, and his smile returned.
“Glad to see you haven’t changed a bit,” he replied warmly. “That’s actually exactly what I was hoping for. See, I came here to correct some wrongs.”
Jessica’s anger gave way to the haunting memory that Oliver somehow had all the power here.
“Look—“ she started, but Oliver cut him off.
“Shut up!” He snapped. The stone around his neck glowed slightly, and Jessica felt her mouth snap shut. When she tried to open it again, she found she couldn’t; as if her lips were glued together, just like her ass was to the chair.
“It’s my turn to talk. You’re not the one with the power anymore, you stupid bitch. I’m sure you noticed my necklace,” Oliver said as he held up the chain around his neck. “Now, I could spend time explaining to you how I’ve spent the past several years delving deep into my ‘nerdy fantasy shit’, and how it turns out black magick isn’t a fantasy at all; how you can do all sorts of things if you find the right spells and make the necessary sacrifices to the right demons. Up to and including branching off your own pocket dimension like the one we’re in now.”
Jessica’s eyes widened in alarm. A different dimension? That couldn’t be true, could it? Normally she wouldn’t entertain the idea for even a second, but given the events currently unfolding in her parents’ kitchen…
“But I don’t have the patience or interest in going into the details. All you really need to know…” Oliver continued, circling around Jessica’s little sister’s static form. “… is you’re in my world now. And whatever I want to happen is what is going to happen.” He lifted a lock of Katie’s hair with one finger and let it fall back down. She didn’t so much as twitch.
Oliver crossed to the other side of the table and walked behind Jessica’s chair, leaning in close enough that she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck.
“I’ve thought so long about what I would do to you in this exact situation—how I would right all those years of indignities and humiliations. To be honest, I’m still making some parts up as I go along. As soon as I got my powers, I wanted to teleport you to my bedroom and make you my desperate fuck-slave. But then I decided that was way too easy. When you’ve waited this long for something, you really want to savor it, you know?”
Oliver placed both of his sweaty hands on Jessica’s soft shoulders, causing her to try and squirm out of her reach. Alas, she could only move as far as her firmly planted behind allowed her to. And that wasn’t nearly far enough for her liking.
“And then it came to me: it wasn’t just you I wanted to teach a lesson to. It was the people who enabled you to be such a bitch. There was your cunt mother, who told you to file a police report against me that one time. Your dumbass brother who threw me into a locker and threatened to beat me up. Your little bitch sister who told all the freshmen that I was going to shoot up the school. Your know-it-all older sister and control freak father. And of course, your many scumbag boyfriends.”
Oliver grabbed Alex’s hair and jostled his statuesque form, causing his head to wobble slightly before returning to a perfectly frozen position. Jessica wanted to reach out and slap Oliver’s greasy hands away from her boyfriend, but found they were just as immovable as the rest of her body. She was powerless to break out of whatever he had done to her.
“Here, I got you something, sweet-cheeks,” Oliver said, producing something from behind his back as if it out of thin air and setting it in front of her on the table. It looked like a Valentine’s Day box of chocolates, in a stereotypical heart shape. Jessica wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Don’t be shy! Go ahead and open it “
Jessica’s hands began to move as instructed, though she still lacked any control over them beyond what it took to open the thin red box. She tried desperately to prevent her hands from moving, but to no avail. She lifted the box and looked upon a dozen or so small, black ovals. Were they really just chocolates?
“Nope!” Oliver chirped, as if he had read her mind (he couldn’t really read her mind… could he?) “Not chocolates. They’re my fantastic, wonderful, magic vaginal suppositories! Far more enjoyable than chocolates if you ask me. What do you think, Jess?”
“Your magic what?” Jessica gaped, unsure of what else to say.
“Allow me to explain how they work. In a moment, I’m going to return everyone here to normal, and we are going to sit down for a nice family meal. Oh, I’m just here as a good family friend of course. I’m not actually dating your little sister. I’ve never even so much as touched her. Not yet, anyways. I just planted the idea in her mind that she was introducing you all to a boyfriend tonight as an excuse to organically get you all together in one place. Anyways, if, at any point, you do something to disappoint me, I’m going to make you shove one of those things up your sweet, delicious pussy. When that happens, two things are going to occur. First, you’re going to have the most mind-blowing orgasm you can imagine. Literally mind-blowing—you’ll see what I mean. Secondly, one of your loved ones here is going to be irreparably changed forever; to better reflect how I would like them to be. If you insist on disappointing me, I’ll make sure your family never does.”
Oliver looked downright predatory at this point. It was clear he couldn’t wait to get started with this sick dinner party. Jessica remained defiant.
“I’m not doing any of that, you insane freak!” she snarled. He might have some strange power she didn’t understand, but she would never give him the satisfaction of playing his game. Oliver was unphased.
“I guess I’ll need to make a demonstration before we begin. That’s ok, I thought I might.”
Oliver snapped his fingers. His necklace glowed that familiar ominous red hue, and suddenly a voluptuous red-haired girl wearing a bathrobe appeared by his side. She stumbled and barely caught herself, before looking around in panicked confusion and fear. She opened her mouth to scream but, before she could, Oliver waved his hand in front of her face as her expression went neutral and her limbs went limp. She was just staring straight ahead, completely expressionless. Jessica scanned her face and realized who she was—she was the neighbor’s daughter, Lacey. She was a bit younger than Jessica—closer to Liam’s age. So, she had never really interacted with her before, let alone been friends. But Jessica had seen her countless times fetching the mail and hanging out in her backyard. Jessica couldn’t help but glance at the immense side boob she was showing through the open upper half of the robe.
“Like what you see?” Oliver asked, following Jessica’s gaze. “Your shitty little brother did—several times a day. Turns out leering at the neighbor girl through his window was one of his earliest sexual experiences. I would know, I read all of your minds before I came in here. And I can’t say I blame him. My god, look at these tits!” Oliver reached forward and groped one of the girl’s impressively sized mammaries through her robe. Jessica was too stunned by her neighbor’s sudden appearance to properly register the fact that Oliver had just acknowledged he could read their minds.
“Anyways, I thought she’d be a suitable specimen to demonstrate what I’m going to do to everyone in your family if you fuck up tonight’s dinner for me.” Oliver turned and looked directly into Jessica’s still defiant gaze. “All I have to do is say the magic words, like so. Jessica, you’re being a bad girl.”
Jessica felt a wave of lightheadedness assault her brain for a moment as the stone around Oliver’s neck glowed again. The words “bad girl” echoed around in her mind from what felt like a thousand different sources.
Bad girl…. Being a bad girl…. A bad girl…. I’m a bad girl…
She reached out her hand to steady herself on the table but instead watched as her hand once again found a life of its own and reached into Oliver’s heart-shaped box instead. As she removed one of the small, smooth black ovals with one hand, she reached under her skirt with the other, and pulled her thin lace panties to the side. She tried desperately but was completely incapable of stop herself from unceremoniously jamming the suppository into her pussy. She felt it slide inside of her with surprising ease before coming to a rest somewhere deep inside of her vaginal wall. Nothing happened for a moment. Then, suddenly, the little black object inside of her exploded and Jessica was rocked with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Her unnoticed screams of ecstasy filled the kitchen as her back arched and every muscle spasmed with uncontrollable stimulation. The object she had inserted into herself had vanished and dissolved into what felt like a gush of water that seeped out of her and soaked her panties while filling the room with the smell of desperate female arousal. Her vision became overwhelmed with a bright white flash of light. And then, just as quickly as it had struck her, the orgasm subsided completely, and she was left panting and longing for more. It had paradoxically been the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced and one that had left her more unsatisfied and needy than she had ever felt before. Her need to escape this situation was now met with a near equally strong need to experience that orgasmic pleasure again. It took what felt like several minutes for her brain to focus enough to notice the neighbor girl Oliver had summoned.
The girl was no longer standing and looking straight ahead. In fact, she wasn’t standing at all. Instead, she was on her hands and knees, looking up at Jessica with a look of elated happiness on her face. Her robe was gone, leaving her completely nude, sans a thin black collar, as her full round breasts swayed freely underneath her. Her tongue was sticking out and she was making a noise like… panting. It dawned on Jessica what she was looking at. The girl was behaving like a dog. The girl began crawling around Oliver in a circle, sniffing the ground excitedly and waving her ass back and forth as if to wag an invisible tail. When she got behind Oliver, she perked her head up and shoved her nose into his ass, giving it several investigatory sniffs before resuming her exploration of the kitchen. Jessica just stared in horror.
“How was it?” Oliver asked, beaming with self-satisfaction. Jessica didn’t say anything.
“That’s ok, you don’t have to tell me. I created the suppositories after all. And I made sure they would be the greatest thing you’ll ever experience—well, short of maybe my fat cock sliding in and out of you. Play your cards right tonight and you might just get to see which one you like better,” Oliver said, winking at her.
“Never!” Jessica shouted, although her defiance felt absurd even to herself at this point. Oliver just shrugged.
“We’ll see what happens. But I know you enjoyed that, and you want more—I made them more addictive than heroin. Of course, it’s up to you whether or not you give in to the temptation. Tonight, we’re going to find out what you value more—your family, and being a good, obedient girl; or being a rebellious little slut who lets me do as I please with her loved ones in exchange for getting off and feeding her addiction. When I unfreeze everyone here at the table, they are all going to remember little Lacey here not as the innocent straight-A student neighbor girl, but as the family dog that she now is. You’re the only one I’m allowing to notice any of the changes I make to any of you—for everyone else it will just be the way things have always been. How fast tonight goes by will depend entirely on how well you adjust to your new reality. I have enough suppositories there to alter each and every one of you at this table, and more. Tonight you will be my perfect little slave who does everything that is asked of her, or what I just did to this girl,” Oliver said as he gestured to Lacey, who now had her leg lifted and was straining her neck to try and lick her own crotch, “will be the least dramatic change you’ll witness tonight. Make sense?”
Jessica opened her mouth to protest, but Oliver cut her off before she could say anything. “Great! Let’s get started, I’m starving!”
SNAP
Jessica blinked as the sounds of life immediately returned to the kitchen. The empty seat across from her had been filled by Oliver, back now in his obscenely attractive body he had been using before. Katie too had returned to her seat next to him, although she was no longer wearing a goofy smile on her face and had gone back to looking like her normal self. In fact, everything seemed perfectly calm and normal except for Oliver, the still-open heart-shaped box of black ovals resting on Jessica’s plate, and the naked neighbor girl kneeling on the floor behind Oliver, lapping water out of a bowl that read “Lacey” in a cartoonish dog bone font. Jessica’s mother stood up from the table.
“Alright! Now that we’re all here, I’ll bring out the roast!” she said cheerily, as she walked back towards the oven. She playfully jostled Lacey’s hair as she walked past her, causing Lacey to coo affectionately and rub her cheek on Sharon’s extended palm.
“It smells great, Sharon!” Oliver said.
“Why thank you, Oliver! I hope it turned out good.”
Jessica was so disturbed by the normality of this scene, that she hadn’t even noticed that she had control over her body again. The realization rippled through her like a lightning bolt, and she shot upwards out of her seat.
“DAD! ALEX! LIAM! YOU HAVE TO STOP HIM! HE’S DOING SOMETHING TO US! PUNCH HIM!” Jessica shrieked, pointing across the table at Oliver like he was a rat that had just crawled out from under the fridge. She was met only with a resounding silence, as everyone in the room (including a whimpering Lacey) was staring at her like she had completely and utterly lost her mind.
“Woah…” Anna breathed out in surprise.
“Jess, what the hell are you talking about?” her dad asked with hushed disbelief.
“Jess, are you ok?” Mia asked, fidgeting in her seat as if unsure whether she should rise to embrace her sister.
“Babe…? It’s just Oliver…” Alex said, grabbing her hand softly.
Jessica whipped her head around, desperately looking for recognition from any of them that this all wasn’t right. None of them gave her anything other than a look of concern for her mental health.
“You guys! Look at Lacey! That’s our neighbor! Oliver did that!” Jessica’s arms were flailing now, which only made her look more unhinged.
“….Lacey? As in the dog?” Katie said slowly, looking back and forth between the naked girl on the kitchen floor and Jessica to try and determine if that was really what Jessica was referring to.
“You don’t…. Can’t you see…? That’s a girl! She’s not a dog!” Jessica stammered. Lacey gave a concerned “woof!” in Jessica’s direction.
“Sweetheart have you been drinking tonight…?” their mom offered, turning away from the oven and beginning to slowly walk towards her distressed daughter. Jessica felt like crying but the panic was preventing the tears from flowing.
“Please! You have to see what he’s doing! He’s going to do it to all of us!”
Everyone was looking back at Oliver now, trying to read his expression to figure out what Jessica was talking about. He just looked at Jessica with contemplative sadness before raising both of his hands defensively.
“It’s ok everyone. I think I know what happened here. Jessica is just being a bad girl.”
Another massive wave of lightheadedness rocked Jessica, nearly forcing her off her feet and back into her chair. His voice once again reverberated endlessly through her mind
Bad girl….. been a bad girl…. A bad girl…. Bad girl….
Her eyes widened as she felt her hand move of it own accord, reaching forward for one of the suppositories in the box in front of her.
“No! Wait, please!” she managed to say, as her other hand hiked up her skirt and moved her damp panties aside, exposing her bald pussy to the family. She didn’t have time to register their reaction before she was shoving the black oval inside of herself and succumbing to another massive orgasm. Her knees buckled as her lower body spasmed with pleasure and gushed more of her aroused juices. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth hung open to produce an enormous moan of ecstasy as her world was once again engulfed by a bright white flash of light.