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MRWADE.207                                         By Master Wade







                         The Dream Girls





     Andrea slipped in and out of conciousness, deeply emersed in

dreams one moment, aware of her condition the next.  She stood,

legs apart, in the center of a round room.  Her wrists and ankles

were cuffed and held apart by heavy chains which were attached to

the ceiling and floor.  Her evening gown was bunched around her

middle, the top pulled down to bare her breasts, the bottom portion

raised and bound around her waist by nylon cord.

     Danny Miller watched the coed bend at the knees, yet another

time, lowering herself once more onto the continuously vibrating

fake cock between her legs.  Looking into the screen of monitor

number three, Danny watched a closeup of the big plastic dick

sliding between her cunt lips, and smiled as she began moving her

hips again, fucking herself with what appeared to be limitless

desire.

     Danny sat at a console in the control room, one of five

similarly sized rooms which circled the room in which Andrea was

bound.  Four other men watched Andrea, their eyes moving from the

overall view afforded them through the two-way mirrors, to the

monitors fed by video cameras.  The cameras were placed

strategically to record the twenty-year-old woman's movements with

embarassing intimacy.

     Andrea had no recollection of being brought to this place. 

Prior to her awareness of being impaled on the thick phallus which

was now churning away inside her vagina, Andrea knew only that she

had been sitting on a couch at Danny's apartment, relaxing after a

night of dancing at one of the University social functions.

     Now, her body moved of its own volition, her hips working

lustily, her thighs trembling from the strain of lowering her upper

body over and over again, her back muscles tense as she pushed her

breasts outward, into the crystal clear plexiglass stanchions which

somehow knew to close themselves against her nipples when she

pressed her full young breasts into them.  Another orgasm began

racking her body, and Andrea's head flew back once more, her long

blonde hair tossing sexily as her mouth opened and the moaning

began again.

     Danny and the other men were pleased, not only by the

performance of the sexy young woman, but also by the success of

their latest invention, a serum which caused their subject to re-

live, in a dream-like state, every sexually arousing event of a

lifetime.

     Andrea's first recollections under the serum had been relaxing

ones, warm fuzzy memories of being held by her parents, of the

smell of her mother's perfume and her father's aftershave.  There

were fleeting, yet strong, recollections of the softness of her

mother's skin and the rough stubble of her father's beard.  Andrea

had grown wet at memories of first touches, caresses of her body by

a variety of people during her youth, caresses which were outwardly

innocent, but which sparked sexual tension that she could feel.

     The first orgasm had come while Andrea remembered playing

"Doctor" with one of her playmates.  The memory was as real as if

it had all been happening over again.  She could see the smile on

the boy's face as he ran his hand up her leg and could remember the

tingling feeling she had as she let him touch her between the legs.



She remembered the feel of his little penis in her hand and the

sensation of him pushing his finger into her anus.

     From early childhood memories, Andrea's dreams had moved

quickly into more seriously sexual encounters.  Baby-sitting

experiences where older men had touched her, too-intimate snuggling

by aunts and uncles, lewd comments by boys her own age, the stares

of men in the stands as they watched her cheerleading skirt fly

around her waist, the busy hands of boys at parties, the always-

expected attempts to get into her bra and panties on dates...her

dreams were a barrage of sensuous memories, all piling on top of

each other and driving her body into frenzy after frenzy.

     Andrea's legs straightened just enough to move the vibrating

cock into contact with her sore, but still hungry, clitoris.  She

saw herself in bed with Jean, one of her cheerleading friends, and

the erotic tension of feeling the young girl's naked body pressed

against her own returned, as if it were happening all over again. 

She could almost smell the White Shoulders perfume that Jean always

wore.  It was if she could feel Jean's short brown hair tickling

her neck as Jean's lips nibbled at her earlobes.  She remembered

the tensing of her body as Jean's hand moved over her ass-cheeks,

the wonderful anticipation of waiting to see where the other girl's

fingers would go, the overwhelming desire to feel Jean's fingers

caressing her wet pussy.

     Remembering the pleasure of Jean's lips on her nipples, Andrea

pushed herself against the plexiglass stanchions once more, feeling

them tighten against her hard nipples, much the same way that

Jean's mouth had done that night.  She swallowed, and a wave of

remembrance ran through her body as she pictured herself moving

down Jean's slim young frame, kissing the other girl's body

hungrily, tasting another girl's sexual juices for the first time.

     Danny opened the door and walked quickly to the writhing

Andrea.  It was important to give the girl this injection while she

was in the midst of orgasm, and he expertly slipped the needle into

her arm at just the right moment.  Andrea's contorted body

continued convulsing until the orgasm was over and then hung

limply, all her weight supported by the chains attached to her

wrist cuffs.

     Danny held Andrea up and motioned for his assistants to help

him.  The other men entered, disconnected the cuffs and, after

helping Danny restore the young girl's clothing to some resemblance

of normalcy, helped him carry her outside to his van.

     When Andrea awoke she found herself on Danny's couch, covered

by a light blanket, still clothed in her gown.

     "Gee, you must have really been tired," Danny said, smiling at

her from a nearby chair.

     Andrea sat up quickly and looked around herself.  Her

movements were painful; she felt as if she had just run a marathon.

     "I had the most incredible dream," she said, rubbing her eyes,

finding it hard to believe it had all been a dream.  "How long was

I asleep?"

     "Well, it's almost four in the morning," he replied.  "I guess

you were out for a couple of hours."

     "It felt like longer than that.  I think I just relived my

whole life in my dreams!  Gosh...I'm sorry that I fell asleep...I

guess I'm not much of a date, huh?"

     "Well, you'll just have to make it up to me somehow," Danny

said, smiling.  "It's really okay.  I slept a nap too...I guess we

were both tired."

     Andrea's thoughts were still on the room.  She looked at her

wrists, expecting to see marks there from the cuffs, but while they

were sore, there was no evidence to suggest she had been doing

anything but dreaming.

     "I WILL make it up to you...I promise," Andrea said, confused

but eager to have Danny ask her out again.  "But right now, I think

I'd better get back to the dorm...I'm still worn out.  Do you mind

too much?"

     "No, not at all," Danny said.  "Why don't we have dinner

Friday night? Would you like that?"

     "I'd love it," Andrea replied.  "And I promise I'll get a lot

of sleep between now and then.  Maybe I'll be able to stay awake,

at least through dinner."  Andrea smiled sheepishly.  She really

wanted to stay and find out what it would be like to fuck the good

looking senior chemistry major, but, for whatever reason, she felt

like she'd been fucking all night already.



     "That was unreal, man...when do we get to see the tapes?" 

Eddie Michaels sat in the floor, leaning back against one of the

bunk-beds that covered the east wall of his friend's dorm room. 

Also in the room were two more college senior's who had been

observers of Andrea's passion.

     "We gotta be patient," Danny said.  "You know what Jensen

said...we get too anxious and the whole deal is off.  This is too

good to screw up, you know what I mean?"

     "Damn right," added Glen Wilson, "let's don't do anything to

piss Jensen off!  She was one hot little bitch though, wasn't she?"

     "God...I couldn't believe it!  Wouldn't you like to know what

she was dreaming about?"  Max Burton was from upper New York state.

     "Yeah, but what I want most is to get some of that...and I

just hope that Jensen comes through like he promised.  He holds all

the cards here, you know."

     "Hey, you're the one dating her, Danny...you'll get some of it

whether we do or not.  We're the ones that have to count on

Jensen."

     "That's true, but I'm still hot to see her get ganged...and I

can't pull that off by myself."

     "Have you talked to him yet?", asked Glen.

     "Going to see him after class today.  I'll let you know what

he says."



     David Jensen had been a professor at the University for

fifteen years.  Now in his forties, Jensen had enjoyed the college

environment, especially the access to so many young women.  He'd

dated them off and on, finding it relatively easy to get them in

bed, but more challenging to get them to do all the things he

wanted them to do.

     Jensen's experiments in sleep patterns had led him to the

discovery of the serum which had been used so successfully with

Andrea Peters.  While it was not possible, yet, to know the exact

content of a subject's dreams, it was certainly possible to dictate

the general nature of their dreams, and it was this ability to

focus the subjects thoughts on previous sexual encounters that had

fascinated Jensen in the extreme.

     It had been a relatively simple matter to outfit the "dream

room" with the accessories that made it such a "stimulating"

environment.  He had needed no help from anyone in the installation

of the equipment the room needed, but he had found it especially

helpful to have the help of Danny and his friends when it came to

handling the young women he performed his experiments on.  It was

far too risky to use the subjects who he worked with regularly. 

One accusation from a "patient" in the sleep therapy program and he

would find his career over.  It was much better to let the young

men bring him girls who would think only that they had passed out

and been dreaming.

     It had been Danny's idea to involve his other friends, and

Jensen had agreed reluctantly.  He knew that Danny was a group sex

freak, and while it also excited him, he was also aware of the

dangers involved in including too many people.

     "So, what did you think?", Danny asked him, as they sat in

Jensen's office after class.

     "I thought it went well.  She is very responsive, and you sure

picked out a doll."

     "Yeah...she's prime stuff.  How long before we can play with

her?"

     "Well, as you know, my only concern is that we be sure she

doesn't wake up too early.  We've got to make sure that she keeps

floating in and out of dreams while we're all in there with her. 

She wakes up and finds herself being gang-banged and we're up a

creek."

     "The guy's are anxious, but they're cool.  They just wondered

what's next."

     "Are you fucking her yet?", Jensen asked.

     "Not yet, but we're going out again Friday night."

     "When you can get her to start sleeping over with you it will

be easier and safer.  I don't have any problem with giving her the

serum at your place, except, of course, that we won't be able to

film it all."

     "Yeah, I thought about that too.  But if we do her first in

the room, and get it on film, then we can start doing her at my

place?"

     "Yes, I think so.  But don't get any big ideas about shooting

her up on your own.  You do that, and we're all in trouble.  You

understand?"

     Danny nodded.  He sure wasn't going to buck Jensen on this

one.  There was far too much to lose.



     After the dance and her date with Danny, Andrea found it hard

to keep her mind off sex.  The dreams kept coming back to her,

almost as intensely as they had that night.  She didn't understand

the reason for it all, but assumed that it had to do with her

growing interest in the handsome young man.  Her pussy and tits had

been so sore, not to mention her leg and back muscles, that it had

been hard for Andrea to believe that Danny hadn't fucked her during

her sleep.  But she had no recollection of anything like that at

all.  All she could remember were the dreams and the strange room. 

That part of the dream had seemed the most real of all, but there

was no question that she had fallen asleep in Danny's room and

awakened there.

     Andrea found herself being excited by a multitude of new

things.  She looked at her fellow students in a new way, both male

and female.  Even Danny's friends began exciting her.  She was sure

it was her imagination, but there were some of them who looked at

her as if they shared some secret, one which was totally sexual in

nature.  She began to think what it would be like to fuck some of

them, not only Danny's friends, but some of her own friends as

well.

     Andrea and Cindy Belcher had roomed together for two years.

The two girls looked enough alike that they were often mistaken for

each other, or thought to be sisters.  Andrea had always thought

that Cindy was attractive, but she had only recently begun to think

of her as a potential sexual partner.  Remembering so vividly the

encounter she had enjoyed with Jean, years ago, she began to

picture enjoying similar liberties with the blonde Cindy.  Watching

her undress at night and laying in bed only a few feet away from

her, Andrea began masturbating while imagining what it would be

like to taste her young friend.  She wondered if Cindy ever had

similar thoughts and how she could find out without endangering

their relationship.  But mostly she thought about Cindy's nipples

and Cindy's clit and Cindy on her back with her legs open wide and

the juice from Cindy's little pussy all over her face. 



     Friday night finally came.  Jensen finally told the young men

that they would be allowed to play with Andrea some that evening,

but only a limited amount.  It was a risk that had to be taken in

order to determine just what their limits were.  Danny was

instructed to get Andrea in his bed after giving her a drink with

the serum in it.  Given orally the serum was not as powerful as

when injected, but it was sufficient to allow them to get the girl

to the room, where an injection could be given and more serious

work begun.

     Danny could tell a difference in Andrea from the beginning of

their evening.  She was much more amorous, a good sign, since it

was important for him to bed her.  She had dressed simply, but

sexily, wearing a plain black dress that clung to her delightful

young body tightly and which revealed most of her long and

beautiful legs.

     It was no problem for Danny to give her the drink, nor to get

her in his bed.  She was as good as he had hoped she would be, and

his memories of watching her in the room only added to the pleasure

he found in fucking her.  After her orgasm she fell asleep quickly

and soundly, making it easy for them to transport her to the room

for the rest of the evening's entertainment.

     Jensen always found a perverse excitement in watching the

college boys carry in the blonde.  It would have been exciting to

see them accompany her even if she had been concious, but there was

something especially erotic about seeing them bring her in in their

arms, her limbs hanging loosely, her eyes closed, her dress and

hair in disarray...being brought to him for sex.

     Jensen had the men strip her and put her in the cuffs,

instructing them to forgo the nipple clamping bars and the

vibrating cock this time.  He gave her the injection, holding her

vaginal lips apart and inserting the needle into the folds which

covered her hard little clit.  He could have inserted it anywhere,

but he liked watching her hips jerk when he put the needle in at

that most sensitive of places.

     Andrea began dreaming almost immediately, the dreams coming in

the same order as they had before, her life spilling out before

her, a succession of arousing incidences from her past.  Danny

began the cameras, adjusting them electronically so that they

covered the areas desired.

     Jensen sent the young men to the observation rooms and

remained in the room with Andrea alone.  He waited until the young

blonde began moving her body sensuously before touching her, and

used his fingers and lips to replace the artificial stimulators

which Andrea had enjoyed before.  Her responsiveness was as before,

complete and genuine, and Jensen found his cock growing hard as he

felt the coed fucking herself against his fingers and squirming at

his clamping lips on her nipples.  His arousal was much more rapid

than he had anticipated, and throwing caution to the wind, he tore

his cock out of his pants and thrust himself up into Andrea,

fucking her quickly and spilling his seed into her young and

spasming pussy.

     Having emptied himself into her, Jensen allowed the college

men to take her one at a time, as the camera's rolled. 

Understanding the ebb and flow of Andrea's dreams, the men allowed

her to ride the tide of arousal which accompanied them, and entered

her just when she needed it most.

     It pleased Jensen and the men to see that there appeared to be

no likelihood of her awakening, even with them using her

themselves.  They became more and more bold, enjoying Andrea with

increasing vigor and passion and becoming less and less concerned

that she would know what was happening to her.

     Time went by quickly, and Jensen called a halt to their fun,

wanting to be certain that Andrea was back at Danny's before she

awoke.  By the time she did, she had been asleep next to Danny for

nearly two hours.

     Andrea awoke, groggily, her body sore once again, amazed that

being with Danny could tire her so easily.  She felt as if he had

taken her over and over again, and yet she could only remember that

one long session of fucking, which, while delightful, had hardly

seemed enough to make her so sore.  Slowly she became aware that

she had been dreaming again, and that her dreams had included the

same room she had dreamed about before.  With some embarrassment

and even more arousal, she began to remember bits and pieces of her

dreams, including the men, Danny's friends, who had fucked her

there in that room.  What an amazing thing that Danny brought out

such naughty passion in her!  Not only was he a great lay, but he

even managed to influence her dreams!



     Cindy was unmerciful in her teasing of Andrea.  Andrea had not

expected to spend the entire night at Danny's but she had no

regrets that she had.  Cindy, who had been known to stay out all

night quite a few times herself, made it clear that she was aware

of Andrea's new-found passionate nature where Danny was concerned. 

Andrea found her teasing exciting, especially since she was now

even more attracted to her than ever before.  She didn't know why

it was that being with Danny made her want other people just that

much more, but she was enjoying the new lust that was a part of her

nature.  If Cindy thought of her as a more sexual person than

before, it certainly couldn't hurt anything.

     Cindy had found it impossible NOT to notice that Andrea had

her mind on sex more than ever before.  She felt Andrea's eyes on

her all the time, it seemed, especially when she was dressing or

undressing. It was a pleasant feeling, and Cindy certainly didn't

mind, but she wasn't sure if she should show her appreciation of

it.  Andrea had never given her any sign that she ever had bisexual

thoughts, although Cindy expected that she probably did.  She'd

certainly had plenty of them herself, and she couldn't count the

times that she had laid quietly in bed, pretending to be asleep,

while watching Andrea play with herself in the bed next to her. 

That was happening with regularity now, and Cindy found it more and

more difficult to stay in her own bed.



     Jensen, bouyed by the results of his experiments with Andrea,

and finding it exciting to see the other young men fucking her,

became more and more confident in the serum and his ability to

control its effects.  The men began using Andrea in a much more

relaxed fashion, not bothering to bind her in the cuffs, but using

her on a small day bed which they placed in the center of the room.

Unconcerned with her awakening, and totally confident of his

ability to make her dreams last as long as he wished, Jensen

allowed Danny and his friends to gang-bang Andrea at will on those

evenings when they brought her to the room.  They began taking her

two and three at a time, their hard young cocks plunging in and out

of her mouth and cunt and ass.  The beauty of the serum was that it

did not knock the hot little blonde out, but only put her mind in

a dreaming state.  Her responses and her bodily movements were much

the same as if she had been totally awake.  She clung to the men,

her hands gripping them tightly as they screwed her, her mouth

responding to their kisses, her ass churning back at the cocks that

pumped her.

     It seemed that the more Andrea was given the serum, and the

more that she was fucked, the more her waking hours were filled

with thoughts of sex and with mental pictures of sexual encounters

which she believed to have occurred only in her dreams.  Regularly

now she was dreaming of Danny's friend's taking her, both by

themselves and together, and more and more she began wanting her

dreams to become a reality for her.  She had to talk to someone

about it, had to find the courage somehow to see if it was possible

to make her dreams come true.



     "Do you dream much?", Andrea asked Cindy one evening.  She was

laying on her side on the bed, watching Cindy apply lotion to her

legs.

     "Not too much.  Why?", Cindy asked, purposely caressing her

long legs for Andrea's benefit.

     "I just wondered.  I seem to dream all the time anymore.  I

dream about sex all the time.  It's like everything I've ever been

turned on by comes back in my dreams at night.  And it all seems so

real that I am actually worn out sometimes and feel like I've

really been doing what I dream about."

     Cindy set the bottle of lotion on her desk and opened her legs

in a relaxed fashion, allowing Andrea to see between them as she

leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees.  She wore a tank-

top which revealed most of her breasts as well.

     "Well, I seem to have sex on my mind more than usual too, but

I don't dream about it that much.  Who do you dream about?"

     Andrea found it extremely difficult not to stare at Cindy's

exposed pussy.  Surely she must have known that she was showing it

to her.

     "Everybody, almost.  I dream about Danny and his friends,

about people I knew when I was just a child...I even dream

about...you."

     "You dream about having sex with me?", Cindy asked, unmoving,

staring into Andrea's eyes.

     "Well, you are in my dreams and I guess..."

     "It's okay if you do, Andrea," Cindy interrupted.

     "It is?  Good.  I mean, I can't help what I dream about, can

I?" She shifted nervously on the bed, expecting Cindy to close her

legs, but she did not.

     "Actually, I'm very flattered.  I must confess that I

fantasize about you sometimes too."

     "Well, I wouldn't call it fantasizing to dream, exactly..."

     "Then you wouldn't want to have sex with me?", Cindy asked,

pointedly.

     "I didn't say that...it's just that...well, it isn't like I

sit around lusting after you or anything..."

     "So you do want to have sex with me?"

     Andrea blushed, unsure how to respond.  Cindy sat up straight

and leaned back against her desk, keeping her legs splayed open. 

While Andrea tried to decide how she should answer the question,

Cindy slid her tank-top up over her breasts, exposing them, and

toyed with her nipples.

     Andrea watched Cindy making her nipples hard.  She was naked

now from her breasts to her toes, and the little dark triangle of

hair at her pubis seemed to be an arrow pointing at her pussy.

     "Do you want it?", she finally asked, her voice breaking.

     "Yes.  I want it very much," Cindy said, sliding her left hand

down her belly until her fingers were rubbing her clitoris with

small circular motions.  She pulled back the folds of the little

hood covering her clit and tapped it with her fingertip.  "Come

kiss me, Andrea," she said.

     Andrea swallowed hard.  It was exactly what she had longed

for, what she had dreamed and fantasized about.  She slid off the

bed and crawled to Cindy on her hands and knees, her mouth watering

at what would soon be hers.

     Cindy continued to expose her swollen clit to Andrea as she

moved between her legs.

     "Kiss my thighs and smell me, Andrea," she said, as the blonde

grew near her.  Andrea obeyed, kissing the insides of Cindy's long

legs gently, her nostrils flaring as she sought the scent of wet

college girl pussy.

     "I watch you at night, Andrea," Cindy said, breathily.  "I

watch you lay in your bed and play with yourself.  And it makes me

so hot to see it.  It makes me hot to feel your eyes on me when I'm

undressing too, you know.  My pussy needs your sweet tongue, baby."

     Andrea felt lightheaded as she listened to Cindy's lusty

comments.  Her scent was heavy, yet pleasant, and she kissed

further up her room-mate's thighs until she could feel the pubic

hair grazing her nose.  Her tongue slid from her mouth and made

contact with the soft folds of Cindy's vagina.  Cindy jerked

slightly, and Andrea could hear her breath escaping, almost like

steam from a radiator.  She plunged her tongue in more deeply,

licking upward toward the clitoris of a girl her own age, a girl

who looked enough like her to be her sister.

     Cindy moved her hands to Andrea's blonde head and held it

tightly, moving lower in the chair to push her pussy at her

friend's face.  Andrea made no effort to move away, but licked

freely at her, tasting the juice, smelling the smell, feeling the

soft wet lips spreading as her mouth pushed into them.  Cindy's

hips began moving now, up and down, fucking freely at Andrea's

face, rubbing more juice onto her soft skin.  She pulled up at

Andrea's head, guiding her tongue to her throbbing clitoris,

wanting to feel it's softness on her little trigger of desire.

     Andrea sought out Cindy's clitoris, and finding it, twirled

her tongue against it, pleased by the reaction of her sexy friend,

who moaned hotly and began opened and closing her legs rythmically.

Andrea sucked and nibbled at Cindy's clit, working her lips and

tongue against it, and quickly brought the young coed to a feverish

orgasm.  She continued her assualt on the naked pussy, well past

the climax of Cindy's orgasm, pushing her legs back apart when the

young blonde tried to close them, and struggling to keep from being

pushed away by her no-longer-clinging hands.  She licked and

suckled, forcing Cindy to yet another orgasm, and then another,

until Cindy began begging for her to stop.

     When she finally gave in and stopped licking pussy, Andrea

crawled backward to the bed and sat on the edge of it, wiping her

face and mouth with the back of her hand.  She stared at Cindy as

the still-trembling young girl ran her fingers through her hair and

tugged the tank-top back down over her naked breasts.

     "Whew...God, girl!  You are unbelievable!  I didn't think you

were going to stop eating me."  She rubbed her fingers through her

sex, as if trying to dry herself.

     "I didn't want to stop," Andrea said, breathing deeply of the

still pungent aroma of Cindy's cunt juices on her face.

     "Well, now that we know you want it, you can have it whenever

you like.  You don't have to get it all at once, you know."  She

grinned at Andrea, pleased with both of them.  "Now, you MUST tell

me what ELSE you've been dreaming about lately!"

     Cindy moved onto the bed with Andrea and pulled her down

beside her.  She held her close and let Andrea tell her the full

story of her dreams and of her times with Danny.

     There was a lot to tell, and by the time she was done, Cindy

was enthralled by what she had heard.

     "Wow...I wish I had dreams like that," Cindy said, honestly

envious.

     "But it's wearing me out," Andrea said, sighing.  "I don't

feel as if I have slept any at all on those nights when I dream the

most.  I'm worried it will begin affecting my grades."

     "Well, you could always try Jensen's sleep therapy," Cindy

said.  "That's what they have that for, you know.  Maybe they could

learn something from your problem...if you want to call it that. 

I wish I had a problem like that."

     "Maybe I will.  I like the dreams, but I sometimes worry that

I'm cracking up.  It all seems so real.  But I don't know that I

can tell him about it.  I think I'll just wait and see if the

dreams stop now that I'm more sexually active.  Between you and

Danny, I should work out any frustrations I may have had before."



     Jensen, Danny, and the others continued "experimenting" with

Andrea regularly, injecting her and using her at least once a week.

Understandably, it was a highlight of the week for the men.  If

anything, Andrea seemed to respond even more hotly to their

attentions each time they had her.  Their library of videos grew by

leaps and bounds as they continued recording their usage of the

always-hungry young coed.

     What none of them knew, and what Andrea was only slowly

beginning to realize herself, was that she was developing an

immunity to the serum.  Week by week, encounter by encounter,

Andrea became more and more aware that she actually WAS awake

during the sessions with the men.  The revelation was so gradual,

and the pleasure she felt so intense, that by the time Andrea was

completely immune to the serum, she was totally engrossed in what

the men were doing to her, and understood the game they had been

playing with her.  Rather than stopping them, she went along,

allowing them to believe that she was unaware of what was happening

to her.

     When Andrea fully realized what the men had done to her, and

with her, she told the entire story to Cindy.  Cindy's reaction was

one of amazement and amusement.

     "God...they've been gang-banging you, and thinking that you

didn't know it was happening?  That's amazing!  And it's even more

amazing that you really didn't know at first.  You like it, huh?"

     "I LOVE it," Andrea replied. "I wish I could let them know how

much I love it, but I'm afraid that if they knew I was awake it

would spook them.  I'd hate to have them stop it, now that I know

how good it can be."

     "Is there any way that I can get in on this?", Cindy asked,

her brain working overtime.

     "Mmmm...I don't know.  You want them to do you too?"  The

thought of Cindy being gang-banged excited Andrea.

     "Hey...they're all hunks...who wouldn't like it?  Even Jensen

is hot!  There must be a way to get me in on this.  Think, girl!"

     "Well, since they think I'm dreaming, I suppose I could figure

out a way to let them know I'm bi.  Maybe they'd want to see me

with you.  You know how guys are."

     Cindy grinned.  It did seem as if most guys loved the idea of

two girls being together.  Maybe they would go for it, afterall.

     "Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?  Let's go for

it!"



     The next evening, for the first time, Andrea began talking

while the men were using her, trying her best to make it appear

that she was talking in her sleep.

     "Yes, Daddy...I'll be good from now on...don't spank me again,

Daddy," she whispered, in a child-like voice.  Then, later: "You

make me mess my panties when you touch me there, Jimmy...my mom

will get me!"  She re-created vocally many of the events she had

previously dreamed about.  It delighted the men, who not only found

Andrea's voice exciting, but who were intrigued by finally being

able to see just what Andrea's dreams consisted of.  It never

occurred to them that she might be awake.  She egged them on

further by mentioning Cindy.

     "Yes, Cindy...open your pretty legs for me...I want to taste

it...hold your lips open for my tongue, my hot little roomie...do

it, baby!", she moaned.

     Predictably, the young men were fascinated by the prospect

that Andrea and Cindy were getting it on.  As the two coniving

girls had hoped, they implored Jensen to include Cindy in their

experiments, with the hope that eventually they would be able to

witness the two girls making love to each other.

     Jensen was reluctant at first, but after having Cindy pointed

out to him on campus one day, he relented, eager to fuck the girl

who looked so much like Andrea, and who, obviously, was equally as

sexy.

     Eddie was given the task of working Cindy into their circle. 

It was a move which was totally acceptable and understood by Cindy

and Andrea, who were just as anxious for the men's plans to succeed

as they were themselves.  Cindy and Eddie began dating, and before

long, Cindy found herself awaking with memories of dreams, just as

Andrea had before her.

     The men delighted in having two supple and tender young

beauties to use sexually.  It was almost too good to be true, but

none of them were about to question their luck.  The serum seemed

to work just as well with Cindy as it did with Andrea, and the

sleep therapy room was regularly filled with the moans and grunts

of horny young men pumping their loads of cum into blonde coeds.

     Andrea and Cindy waited until Cindy became immune to the

serum, and then began making it clear to the men that they were

indeed lovers.  As they expected, it wasn't long before Danny and

Andrea, and Eddie and Cindy began double dating, and not long

before they found themselves together in the sleep therapy room,

having the chance to perform for the men.

     

     "This is going to be HOT!", Eddie exclaimed, as they carried

in the girls and lay them on a mattress in the center of the room.

The other men echoed his sentiments, eager to see the hot little

bi-girls going after each other.  The cameras were adjusted, fresh

tapes in the recorders, everything set for an evening of

unadulterated lustful passion.



     The two girls began slowly, laying side by side, seemingly

unaware of each other's presence, playing with their little

honeypots and hard little nipples alone at first.  Then, almost as

if on cue, they rolled toward each other and kissed, their tongues

dancing eagerly, caressing themselves as the girls kissed with open

mouths.  In the observation rooms zippers made singing noises and

cocks were brought into the open as the young men watched,

fascinated by what was happening in front of their very eyes.

     The naked coeds began exploring each other with their hands,

caressing thighs and ass-cheeks and breasts.  With undulating hips

and moaning sighs, the two blondes explored each other with tongues

and lips, caressing, suckling, eating each other with growing

passion and a total lack of inhibition.

     Andrea loved every second of it.  She discovered that as much

as she loved being with Cindy, she loved having an audience and

knowing that men were watching them, their hands undoubtedly on

hard cocks, stroking them.

     "They're watching us, you little tramp," she whispered to

Cindy.  "They love watching you eat pussy...love seeing you suck on

my nipples.  It's making their big dicks hard to see how hot you

get when I touch you."

     "Unhuh," Cindy moaned softly, "and they are going to fuck us

both too...all five of them...five cocks pumping us while we taste

our pussy juices.  We love cock and cunt, don't we, baby?"

     Forcing themselves to lay head to head, and turning just

enough to be able to continue french kissing each other, the two

girls ground their pelvises into the air while fingering

themselves.  Performing the age-old movements of fucking for their

audience, the hot young coeds teased the men, begging them through

their heated movements to enter the room and fuck the pussies they

so blatantly offered them.

     Almost immediately the men began joining them, talking up

their positions between the outstretched legs of the two sluts,

their slacks around their ankles, their cocks hard and pumping into

the pussies of the two bi-girls.  They took turns at first, pumping

into Cindy and Angela until they shot their loads and then moving

so that yet another man could get his.  The girls fucked back at

the pummeling dicks, keeping their mouths locked, savoring the

taste of pussy and the sounds and feelings of being fucked over and

over again.

     When all five had spent themselves, Angela and Cindy again

performed for them, sucking cum from each other's slits, wiggling

their tight little college girl asses, making the cocks hard for

more fucking.  Insatiable, both girls went at it like two sex-

starved demons, keeping their mouths full of cunt juice and cum,

arousing and being aroused, satisfying and being satisfied, until

finally it was all that any of them could do, and they lay in the

floor of the room panting and trying to regain their composure.



     "Just so you know," Andrea finally said, rising, "Cindy and I

have been on to your little game for some time now.  Your serum

worked just fine at first, but we both have developed an immunity

to it now.  We performed for you and let you all fuck us simply

because we wanted to do it...and we will continue to want it, and

let you have your way with us, provided you do some favors for us

in return."

     Amazed, the group of men sat up and listened.  There was no

mention of what would happen if they didn't let the two girls have

their "favors", but they all knew it could be a very dangerous

situation.

     "We've made up a list of guys on campus who we want to fuck,

and a list of girls we want, as well.  We'll work at getting the

guys on the serum, but you'll have to get us the girls.  Obviously

we'll have to limit the amount of serum they get, otherwise they

too will develop an immunity to it, just as we did.  If you'll keep

the serum flowing when we need it, and get us the girls we want,

you'll still get us as much as you like, and of course you can

videotape us with the others, if you wish.  We may even let you

fuck the other girls, if you treat us right.  Sound like a deal you

can live with?"

     It was not only a deal that the men could live with, but one

which appeared capable of providing a continuing source of pleasure

for them all.  Even more exciting than the prospect of having even

more participants was the realization that these two horny young

things were voluntarily being the hot little tramps they had forced

them to be earlier.

     Almost six months later, the following article appeared in the

local newspaper:



     Authorities announced today the suspension of the University's

sleep therapy program, citing a failure on the part of the program

to contribute to the welfare of the student body.  An investigation

by the University's Board of Governors revealed that participants

actually got LESS sleep than they had before their enrollment in

the program.  University officials have also announced the

resignation of the director of the sleep therapy program, Professor

David Jensen.  Jensen, four male students, and two female students

who were active in the program, are rumored to be establishing a

sleep therapy program at an all female college in France.   



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