Death by Fucking              © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin

Chapter 24               Interactive Love

Deirdre’s Story
     Our little girl has changed our lives.  Something –
hypnotism, magic, psychic brain surgery – has moved our
relationship to a place we never knew existed.  It’s what I
suspected about our children all along.  But I never
expected it for my husband or my sister or myself.
     We long ago had recognized that the children ‘touched’
each other with their emotions.  Andrew calls it telempathy.
But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize
the implications.  I had guessed that they could ‘feel’ the
emotions of others to the point that they understood what it
was to be loved.  I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic.
     Everyone knows what it’s like to love.  But to feel the
love of others, what would that mean?  It would surely
eliminate uncertainty in relationships.  One wouldn’t need
flower petals to determine if ‘he loves me’ or ‘he loves me
not’.  But what else would it mean?  With Emma’s help we
found out.
     It’s the warmest, most comforting feeling in the world.
It is equivalent to that first time you fell in love and for
the very first time touched your lover.  That first touch
held so much meaning, was so warm and tender, at once
exciting and fulfilling.
     But this first touch is made inside your heart,
touching not skin but souls.  I was always sure of our love
for each other.  But it means much more to feel him inside
of my heart, and to be inside his.
     Other people must be so lonely.  They can never
experience truly interactive love.
     After Emma had altered us, brainwashed us, programmed
us, whatever, she left to allow us to explore our newfound
sensibility.  I was glad that Donnie had selfishly ridden
Andrew for a quickie before Emma had come to us.  I felt
perfectly justified in taking my turn with our husband.
     I’ve always been somewhat baffled but ecstatic by
Andrew’s feelings about me.  I knew he had them.  He made
that clear from the start, not just with his words but with
his actions and his attitude.  To me he always spoke with
his heart.  From our first time together so many years ago,
I knew that the boy found me irresistible.  I didn’t know
why he felt that way, but it brought me more joy than I ever
imagined.
     I was his any way he wanted me.  He was irresistible to
me, too.  He didn’t need to love me madly to have me.  But
love me he did.
     Emma had left and I turned to look at my spouses.
Andrew had fixed a gaze upon me, one that said everything.
I suddenly realized that words were almost unnecessary
because I felt what Andrew was feeling.  There was love and
adoration there.  It made me feel proud and wanted.  But
rising behind the love, grabbing it and taking it higher was
a rush of lust.  I felt his lust and he felt mine.  Our
mutual lusts fed upon each other, not diminishing them but
making them greater.
     Love and lust, intermingled and indistinguishable, made
us reach for each other, at first softly and romantically,
but then with increasing urgency.  I wanted him inside me.
I needed to feel that gorgeous cock buried deeply within me,
to be one with him in all ways.
     He was already large and hard and seemingly growing
larger and harder still.  He rolled atop me and our lips
met.  My eyes closed.  I didn’t need my eyes.  I was seeing
him with my heart.
     I felt that huge bulbous head insinuate itself between
my lips – my pussy lips.  I let an involuntary groan escape
my other lips.  He slowly slid into me.  I was already wet
and ready.  I’m always ready for him.
     My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt myself become
full to overflowing with Andrew.  I’ve practiced several
meditation techniques over the years, but here was the
nirvana I had been reaching for - a transcendental feeling
of bliss enriched with passion; my mind a perfect blank, my
emotions one with my friend, my lover, my husband.
     He began to plunge into me and it was as if I were
plunging into myself.  We had a combined soul!  I felt tears
flow from my eyes, my emotions too large for my small body
to contain.  He was inside of me.  We were one.  How empty
I’ll feel without him.
     We were touching in every way.  This was the closest we
have ever come to being a single being.  Our passion was
exposed, raw, and overwhelming.  We were carrying each other
higher and higher.  My body clenched around him and I began
to spasm in release.
     My climax seemed to last a lifetime.  My back was
arched, forcing us even closer together.  Suddenly I felt
Andrew explode into me.  He was a primal force of nature!  I
screamed my ecstasy as Andrew pumped his seed within me.
     The aftermath of our first interactive fuck was almost
as passionate as the event itself.  Our emotions couldn’t
seem to disengage.  Our shared joy continued for several
minutes until I opened my eyes to see Andrew staring at me.
We smiled a secret smile of shared knowledge.  I guess we
really did know each other in the biblical sense.
     
Andrew’s Story
     That was a distinctly unusual experience.  All the
while Dee Dee and I were fucking I felt Donnie’s hand on my
ass.  I remember turning to look at her right in mid-fuck.
Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be humping the air.
I could feel her within me.  Damn, she was into it almost as
much as we were!  This could be interesting.
     Afterwards, when Dee Dee had finally returned to the
land of the living, we talked it over.
     I said, “Donnie, what was that about?  Do you get off
or something?”
     
     Donnie has this thing.  I think she inherited it from
Dee Dee.  Sometimes when she smiles her eyes light up.  Now
her eyes were shining like beacons.  “I didn’t mean to
intrude, but you two were emanating such a huge ball of
emotion.  I could feel it over here.  Andrew, I touched your
butt and that seemed to make it easier to tap into.
     “Wow!  If that’s what we can expect from now on I think
we should increase our insurance.  Somebody’s not going to
be able to live through that.  Talk about death by fucking.”
     
     Deirdre looked at her sister.  “Did you have an
orgasm?”
     
     Donnie actually blushed.  “I’m sorry, Dee Dee.  You
took me right with you.  I couldn’t help it.  When you came,
so did I.”
     
     I laughed.  They both looked at me like I had two
heads.  But it is funny.  “This is going to complicate our
sex lives.  I’m sure interested if this is going to mean
more sex or less sex.  At least now you girls will be able
to have as many orgasms as I do.”
     
     Dee Dee smirked.  She never smirks unless she has
something on me.  She said, “Andrew, we already were having
at least twice as many orgasms as you were.  And now we can
tap in to each other’s orgasms?  This could be sweet.  Sorry
darling, but being a man, you still only get to have one
orgasm at a time.”
     
     Donnie and Deirdre were holding hands during this
little talk.  I could see the glassy expression on both of
there faces.  I said, “What is it?  Are you two still coming
down?”
     
     Donnie nodded her lovely blonde head.  “Dee Dee is
still into post-coital passion.  Sorry, but it feels so good
just to join her.  This still isn’t girl-on-girl sex Andrew,
so you just get that thought out of your head!  We’re just
sharing our feelings with each other like always.  Well,
maybe a tad more intimately than before.”
     
     Then they hugged each other.  That’s a sight I rarely
see: two gorgeous and naked girls hugging; their soft little
bodies touching at all the most interesting places.  It’s
enough to make a guy horny.
     
     When they broke from their embrace, Dee Dee said,
“Forget it Andrew.  Don’t even go there.  I swear you are an
animal!”
     
     Geez, she could sense my horniness!  This could be a
good thing or this could be a bad thing.  But it’s not my
fault.  They may have been just displaying sisterly
affection, but it looked pretty damn hot to me.  I’ve got to
keep my digital camera next to the bed.  It’s a crime to
miss a picture like that.
     I decided to bring up an old and decidedly unhappy
subject.  I figured we might as well clear the air one final
time.
     
     “Girls, something occurred to me here and I want to
pass it by you.  You’ve got to agree this thing casts our
relationship in a new light.  Now don’t go flying off the
handle or anything, but this telempathy thing sure makes it
easier to be sure of another person’s feelings, am I right
or not?  I’m just saying, Donnie, is that if you want to try
that ‘Jake thing’ again, this time I’m pretty sure I could
handle it.  I feel much more secure about our relationship
now.”
     
     Deirdre and Donnie looked at each other and laughed.
They actually laughed.
     
     Donnie said, “Andrew you can be oblique sometimes.  For
what possible reason would I want to be with Jake now?  As
you so adroitly stated, our relationship is more secure now
than ever.  I know how you feel about me in your heart of
hearts.  It’s something you just can’t hide.  I’m no longer
worried about being attractive enough for you.  And with us,
sex was never a problem. Please, forget the Jake thing.”
     
     Deirdre opened her mouth in wonderment.  “My God!  Do
you realize that this might be the evolutionary ‘reason’ for
telempathy.  I know that evolution doesn’t have any reasons.
I mean that this might solve one of the human race’s major
problems:  fidelity in pair bonding.  Think of it! A major
reason for unhappiness is sexual incompatibility.  One
partner isn’t getting enough.  Another partner isn’t doing
it right.  And neither one will talk to the other about it.
Instead they stray outside the relationship to get what
their partner isn’t giving them.
     “But now talk will become superfluous where sex is
involved.  One will know how the partner feels.  Uh oh, fake
orgasms will be a thing of the past.  Women won’t be able to
play that game anymore.”
     
     I couldn’t help it.  I had to jump in.  “Fake orgasms!
Are you telling me…”
     
     Donnie hit me in the ribs.  “Andrew, you are such a
worry wart.  If you think we’ve been faking all these years
then we deserve one of Joanne Woodward’s Academy Awards.”
     
     Dee Dee kissed me sweetly on the cheek.  “No, Andrew,
we’ve never had to fake it with you.  Sweetheart, I
seriously doubt that any woman would fake multiple orgasms.
Please don’t think you have to work harder to please us.
You will kill us.”
     
     I was mollified, I guess.  “So you’re saying that
telempathy will cut down on infidelity?  New Man will have
far fewer divorces.  People won’t be marrying each other for
the wrong reasons, mostly.  And everyone will be honest in
their sex lives, mostly because they have no other choice.”
Hey, I can pick up a theory and run with it.
     Dee Dee nodded.  “Not only that, if our first session
of interactive lovemaking is any indication, people won’t
even stray just for the variety.  One can’t possibly have
the complete sexual experience with someone one doesn’t
love, can one?”
     
     I saw a hole in the logic.  “But what about a situation
like ours?  Is it possible to love more than one person
completely?  If so, they’ll have to change the laws on
bigamy.”
     
     Donnie was ready to put an end to this.  “Okay, okay.
We get it.  Everything changes, again.  You see, sweetie
that I couldn’t possibly be with anyone but you from now on.
The sex would be pale in comparison to what we have.  Of
course, that’s a theory I’m working on.  I think we better
test it out just to be sure I’m right.”
     
     With that Donnie climbed on top of me and started to
rub that velvety skin, those soft round boobs against me.  I
got hard so fast that my dick practically lifted her off me.
     
     She said, “Oh, yes.  Still interested, I see.  You are
such a good boy, doing just what Momma Donnie wants.  Now
Donnie wants you from behind.”
     
     She crawled off of me and kneeled on the bed beside me,
her gorgeous little ass sticking up.  She turned her head,
casting her glance in my direction.  Her sultry eyes were so
fucking hot!  I got behind her.  My dick slid easily along
her lips as my hands reached around to cup those lovely
little tits.
     I could feel her impatience.  That’s a very odd thing,
knowing exactly how your partner is feeling.  I’m the kind
of guy who thinks it isn’t such a bad thing to make a girl
wait a little.  I kept stroking her pussy lips with my dick
while fondling her, tweaking those nipples I so love to
suckle.
     
     Finally Donnie said, “Enough already, Andrew.  You’ve
made your point.  Fuck me you little bastard!”
     
     She can be so eager.  How could life be better than
this?  I drove into her until my stomach was flat against
her ass.  I felt her cum as I bottomed out.  This could be a
problem.  I was trying to remember who played center for the
Browns in 1993, Steve Everett or Jay Hildenburg.  I needed
something, anything to keep me from cumming with Donnie.
     Damn, I regained control.  That was close.  I moved one
hand off of Donnie’s tit. It traced a path down her stomach
and zeroed in on her pussy.  I was slamming my dick in and
out, retreating till just the head retained a foothold, then
again sliding deeply within her.  Man is she tight, that wet
glove-like warmth just wraps around you.  She’s built for
comfort and speed.
     I began to play with her clit, just circling it with my
finger.  As with Dee Dee, we achieved a marriage of
emotions.  I couldn’t tell where my feelings ended and
Donnie’s began.  She is one passionate woman!  Her neck was
arched, her head moving from side to side, her body driving
back and forth with each plunge of my dick.  Deirdre was
sitting in front of us, her beautiful naked body filling my
sight just as Donnie’s body filled my touch, my smell.
     Dee Dee reached out with her hands to us.  One hand
touched Donnie’s face.  Her other hand touched mine.
Deirdre’s eyes lit up with the passion of the moment.  Her
face grimaced with the pain/pleasure that Donnie and I were
feeling.
     It was too much.  Donnie went over the top, her pussy
impossibly grabbing my dick even harder, pulsing her orgasm,
drawing out my own.  I pumped my semen into her as Donnie
clenched her pussy around my dick till I thought she would
rip it off.  Donnie screamed.  Dee Dee screamed!  I didn’t
scream.  I’m not a screamer.
     Donnie collapsed on the bed.  I followed her down.
This new thing we have, this telempathy, makes the afterglow
of sex seem almost as good as the sex itself.  I held her,
my semi-hard dick still comfortably inside her. We were
basking in the warmth of our combined fulfillment.  We both
reached and took Deirdre’s hands in ours.  Dee Dee had that
contented cat smile on her face, that look that means all is
right with the world.
     It is beyond logic.  We’ve been together all these
years.  It’s impossible to love these girls more than I
already did.  But the impossible has happened.  There is no
doubt now.  The next generation of man will be the happiest
humans that ever lived.  They will thrive on interactive
love.