The Event Ch. 09

John woke with a start, his covers kicked down around his knees and his pyjama shorts stuck to his thighs a puddle of semi dried cum the likes of which he'd never experienced before. His mind was swirling with dreams or memories so vivid he felt confused. Looking around the room he realised he'd experienced a dream, a wonderful dream, of meteoric pornographic proportions.

He looked at his watch, confirming he'd still got plenty of time before the pool opened, so he reflected on his dreams. Most of the characters he knew, certainly the ladies from work, but the rest was pure fancy and the sex, oh my goodness, the things he'd dreamt about, some he'd never even seen let alone experienced. Who asks a woman to pierce herself for you... he felt a bit grubby about that, slightly disappointed with himself.

In the shower John had finished washing all the evidence of his saucy dream from his body when his thoughts turned to the glimpse of a memory from the dream where he'd been receiving a blow job in the shower from Amanda, the stunning head of HR at work, whilst her mother rimmed him. As he gripped his hard cock he was convinced it had grown but then dismissed that thought, focusing now on wanking whilst reliving the dream which soon took him to a very happy conclusion.

On the way to the changing rooms in the pool John was brought up sharp when he glanced the woman from his dream who had followed him into the cubicle after he'd found the ring in the pool. Their eyes connected briefly but there was no connection on her part other than a friendly smile that he returned whilst willing his cock to behave, shocked that he seemed capable of being so hard so soon after cumming in the shower.

His mile long swim took him 27 minutes, a PB for him, and he didn't appear fatigued as he double checked his watch when he'd finished his 64th length.

"Impressive stroke work mate," the coach of the pro's in the fast lane. "We meet every other morning at 0630 if you're interested. We could do with some talent, particularly in your age group, and that was strong stuff. I'll show you some tips to get you sub-25 without much bother."

"Thank you," replied John, "honestly, that's the fastest I've ever swam."

"Impressive, and you're not hauling air. See you around."

He was right, John stood up and was amazed that his breathing and heart rate seemed like he'd hardly tried.

On the way to the cubicle to change the lady he'd locked eyes with that morning, the minx from his dream, walked up to him.

"That's praise indeed from coach. He's right too."

"Thank you."

"You should join us; you're clearly a strong swimmer. I'm Lucy by the way."

"It's a pleasure Lucy. I'm John."

"I'd be happy to talk about the club over a coffee, if you fancy?"

"I'd love to Lucy, but I need to be in work early sorry."

"No problem. Tomorrow?"

"That would be great Lucy. I look forward to that."

"Me too John."

"Nice to have met you."

~

John checked his watch, he still had time he thought to save Michelle from a mugging, just in case there was some truth to his dream. Based on his swim there may be, but he'd already reconciled that to some sort of psychosomatic type effect where he'd convinced himself he was capable of great things. He was unnerved when he rounded the corner and caught sight of Michelle's blonde bob, and her delicious bum, walking with purpose towards their office with a guy in a hoody gaining ground on her.

Willing himself to run as fast as he could John took off down the road, overtaking the guy in a hoody, before falling into pace with Michelle.

"Good morning, Michelle," he said as he got to her.

"Oh, hi John. Where did you come from?"

"I saw you up ahead, so I thought I'd say hi."

"That's nice. We never really have time for a chat in the office."

"Yeah, that's my bad. I'll be honest, it's not my strong point, chit chat."

"That's refreshingly honest John yet, here we are, having chit chat. I normally get a coffee from this shop coming up. Fancy one, and a bit more chat?"

"I'd like that, Michelle. Thanks."

John almost felt the breath of the hoody wearer as they approached the coffee shop and he nearly buckled over when the right-hand strap of his rucksack snapped, rolling the weight of it suddenly to his left.

Weird.

~

John and Michelle sat chatting about everything from swimming through to her passion, horse riding, never mentioning work. John found himself getting hard again when, as he took in her beautiful face as they spoke, he recalled how he'd fucked her over the boardroom table in his dreams with her knickers in her mouth to quell her moans. Michelle flushed slightly when she looked at John and saw how hungry his eyes looked, almost like he was willing her to give herself to him. He started talking about Friday drinks tomorrow and Michelle's thoughts immediately went to a place where she imagined them carrying on their delightful chat where they ended up making love in her flat. She was imagining his clearly powerful legs holding her up against the wall as he powered himself into her.

Michelle's knickers were now drenched and, feigning concern over an impending call, she asked if they could head off to work so she could change before she soaked through her pale skirt.

John was slightly disappointed but relieved as he too had meetings, first Grace, anal loving Grace of his dream, and then the lovely Amanda from HR, which whilst welcome on one level was concerning him as, so far, he'd had the come on from Lucy at the pool and, unless he'd read it all wrong, Michelle appeared to be keen on him so what would happen when he eventually met the woman he'd married in his dreams.

Just before they arrived Michelle turned to John and said, "John, that was a lovely way to start the day. Thank you."

He agreed and it took a real push of confidence for him to reply, "I agree, I really enjoyed it too. I'd like to buy you a drink, or two, on Friday if you'd like that?"

"That sounds nice John, and I'd like that, a lot."

~

Bounding up the stairs with a real spring in his step John made it to the boardroom just before 8am for his meeting with Grace. Grace came through the door wearing a very elegant trouser suit, a bit like the one in the dream, and John couldn't help wait for an opportunity to check for any evidence of a bulge between her buttocks as she moved around the room, fussing over their drinks as they caught up.

John didn't want to make her uncomfortable so he really only got one opportunity when she had her back to him and she bent down to get cups from the cupboard below the machine, an action she seemed to make with straight legs and one that took longer than it should.

"Fuck me, she's wearing a butt plug," he said to himself and then, looking towards her head as she asked how he took his coffee, his cheeks coloured as her eyes locked on to him from the mirror she was regarding him from. Her smile, possibly a knowing one, allayed his concerns about being caught but he was now concerned that he'd have to stand up at any point soon, showing how turned on he now was.

"Amanda has asked if she can join briefly and she should be here shortly," caused a fluster of concern that Grace clearly noticed as she added, smiling, "nothing to worry about John, I promise. It's probably due to your promotion."

"My promotion?"

"Yes John. That's why I wanted to see you."

"Oh, I didn't realise."

"That's my fault for not saying and, as a piece of advice for the future, not that you need it, but my father always said, never agree to attend a meeting if you don't know why you've been invited. Anyway, yes, I'm going to offer you a new role, a promotion. A big one actually."

"Why?"

"The Grants account."

"Oh, that."

"Don't sell yourself short John. Last week you managed to do something no one else in this business had managed to do in the 5 years we've had them. And then you show IT how to make the system work. And then you casually get Grants to commit for 5 years on terms that are stellar. An accountant who can sell and do systems. That's rare John. And with charisma."

"I'm hardly Mr Charisma Grace and I did those things you mention with the team, I can't take all the credit."

"Modest too. I think you'll find you charisma'd yourself in to Michelle's knickers this morning based on what she said to her friend in the loo this morning, not knowing I was in a stall. Don't sell yourself short John. There's something about you that's very appealing John, calm respectful confidence, please hold on to that."

Just then Amanda exploded through the door with her laptop open.

"You've got to see this. We're working with the police so I may have to go soon. John, you had a lucky escape this morning."

"Really?" was John's bemused reply, slightly lost in his own world as memories of how he'd taken Amanda physically and mentally so thoroughly in his dreams and how he felt, even now, that he loved her despite knowing it was all a dream.

"Yes, they have had surveillance on the street since last Tuesday as the police got word that some fanatic was in the area. There's been a few incidents, nothing serious thankfully but you lucked out, or rather you made sure Michelle did, this morning. Look," Grace and John leaned in over the laptop screen as the footage showed John running fast to catch up with Michelle as they walk towards the office, "look here, he has a knife."

John was rapt as he watched the guy in the hoody close the distance between them and then, just as Michelle turned into the café, he slipped a long silver blade through the strap of John's backpack.

"The police think that's some sort of razor-sharp katana."

"Oh my, why?" asked John.

"They don't know but Michelle is currently being asked to help them with their inquiry. I think they'll need some of your time too John but, my god, you look like you had a second sense with the speed you ran towards her. Did you?"

"Not at all," he lied, "I thought I'd just say hi."

"Do you and Michelle have a thing going on John, not that it's any of my business, but that might explain this guy's actions?"

"No, not at all."

"Good, I mean Ok. That's useful." Amanda replied. John had been watching her carefully and, perhaps wishfully on his part, he got the feeling that Amanda meant it when she said 'good' as he confirmed he had no attachment, currently, to Michelle.

"Sorry, but I need to get back to the police. John, I think you best be careful, Ok?"

"I'll look out for guys in hoodies, don't worry."

"I meant from people like Michelle, and me, wanting to say thank you to a real hero after work tomorrow when we all go for drinks. Hasta Lluego." Amanda turned and smiled at John, holding his gaze for a moment as she exited through the door. John started breathing again as the door shut.

~

Grace brought John mentally back into the room when she said, as she locked the boardroom door from the inside, "Modest and now heroic. John, I'm very tempted to jump the queue before Michelle and then Amanda throw themselves at you tomorrow. I think you noticed something as I walked in. We can do your promotion the official way or, if you like, I'd be delighted if you would fuck my arse on this table. I don't want a relationship so I'm no threat to you or Amanda, and yes, I noticed how she looked at you too."

Grace had removed her jacket and had pulled her trousers off. Her knickers were pulled off seductively and then, replacing her heels, she headed over to the boardroom table which she then sat on before lying back, pulling her legs towards her torso and thus presenting her plugged anus to him.

"Don't keep a lady waiting John, please. Sign here."

Almost in a dream John kicked off his shoes and trousers and then his shirt, before tugging off his tented boxer shorts.

Grace smiled and then looked slightly concerned as John walked towards her, his substantial penis bobbing around perpendicular to this torso as he walked towards her slowly, taking in his pray.

John smelt her arousal, his nostrils flaring, and saw how wet Grace's pussy was as he approached her. He looked down at her open pussy, flared and wet, as he rubbed the helmet of his cock through her delicate folds and then over her clit, tapping it lightly, as he played with her.

"That's lovely John. Fuck me though. Please."

Even though he's been offered her ass, John thrust himself all the way into her pussy. He'd already decided he was reserving that privilege for Amanda, if she'd have him.

"You can fuck my ass John."

"Not today, Grace. Maybe another time. Your pussy looks too inviting."

"Spoil sport."

John fucked her hard in response, actions that were met with wide eyes, grunts, and then a smile as her climax started to build.

"Harder."

John responded and shocked her again when he slapped her ass hard.

"Oh god, too good." Grace said as she bit her top lip, resisting the urge to scream out as a climax started to course through her.

"Keep fucking me John, please."

Another series of slaps rained down on Grace's arse as John powered himself towards a climax, bringing Grace along very quickly for her second, much bigger climax.

"Oh my God John. Never. I've never cum like this. Never."

As John's climax arrived, he withdrew his cock and showered Grace with huge ropes of spunk that coated her thighs, ass and pussy. He carefully helped her gather herself as they both came down from their delicious orgasms. He kissed her gently on the cheek before tackling his own clothing.

"John, that was incredible. I meant what I said about a relationship but, my God, if you ever want to take your aggression out on me, especially with my little tushy here, my door will always be open to you. Now, Mr Director of charisma and modesty, would you be so kind as to pass me some tissues? I appear to be covered in your cum."

"Of course, Grace. I'm tempted to make you eat it up. I hate waste."

"I would you know."

"Do it then."

"Yes sir." Grace started collecting the cum with her fingers and sucking them clean. "My god John, you're fast becoming a force of nature. And your cum is delicious, almost vanilla flavoured."

By the time John had left the boardroom he'd managed to force his cock down Grace's throat, filling it with another round of cum, after her naughty display had made him hard again.

~

John was reflecting on his weird but wonderful day as he ate his lunch at this desk; the vivid dream he'd woken up from, followed by a series of events that were strangely similar to those of the dream. He wasn't a particularly confident man around ladies, particularly beautiful ones, but he was still reeling from the ease with which he seemed to flirt with Lucy in the pool, Michelle at the café, the smouldering looks he'd got from Amanda, his dream woman, and then fucking Grace the MD in the boardroom. What a day.

John was about to complete his lunch when Michelle entered the open plan office area he worked in. She looked a little paler than she did this morning, no doubt disturb by the conversation with the police.

"John, do you have a minute please?"

"Sure, take a seat, no one's sat there."

"I'd rather talk privately if that's OK. The boardroom is free, I checked."

"Oh ok, sure. Let's go."

John followed Michelle as she walked towards the boardroom, his eyes drawn to her bum as it swished hypnotically, commanding the attention it deserved. John was convinced she was deliberately exaggerating her movements, but he dismissed that idea as fantasy. They entered the boardroom where Michelle turned and grabbed him in a hug.

"I'm sorry, I've been holding myself together since the police spoke to me, but I'll never forgot what you did for me this morning. They reckon this guy has been stalking lone females in the area, and the knife he had looked terrifying on the video. It's as if you knew what was happening as you ran over to me."

"I swear I didn't, but I was determined to get to you before you get to the office."

"Why John?"

"Honestly, I've no idea Michelle but when I saw you, I thought I'd catch up with you. I didn't really notice the guy." John didn't like lying but the alternative would probably have disturbed Michelle.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter, what matters is that you did that, and he didn't get to me. He could have caused you serious harm though."

"But he didn't, and you're ok which is all that matters."

"True, which gets me on to me wanting to express how grateful I am to you." For the second time that day John watched as a beautiful woman walked towards the door, locked it, and then walked towards him, her demeanour changing to an almost cat-like one where he was the prey being stalked.

She sat on edge of the boardroom table and began talking, "I loved our chat over coffee this morning John, really loved it. I'm going to be very honest and let you know that the way you looked at me this morning was such a turn on, and then with what I've seen with the police and how you saved me, I'm a mess John, a hot damp mess between my legs. I'm being honest with myself though in the sense that I'm never going to compete with Amanda, I mean who could, she's gorgeous, hell I'd sleep with her she's that stunning, and she made it perfectly clear to me earlier that she's going to be yours soon. So, before she does," as Michelle spoke she bunched her skirt upwards, revealing nothing but the tops of her hold-up stockings and a moist, shaved pussy covered by a pair of knickers that were now almost see through at the crotch with her juices, "I'd like to offer you my beautiful pussy as thank you, a thank you I hope we both enjoy, before you go off with Amanda."

"Well, I don't know about Amanda," another lie, "but I'll be dammed if I'm going to shun an opportunity like this one Michelle. Your pussy looks delicious, and very inviting."

John took to his knees, his lips level with her pussy that he tentatively kissed as he moved her knickers to one side, then licked, before feasting on with a passion that soon drove Michelle to a strong climax that left her breathing hard as John rose to his feet. His trousers and boxer shorts were soon around his ankles allowing him to take his cock out and rub it around Michelle's very wet and open pussy, eliciting more moans of approval as he teased her towards another climax.

Part of him wished to emulate the dream he'd had so he wrenched her knickers off her, balled them up in his hand before pushing them in to her mouth, an act that initially caused alarm which was soon replaced with understanding as he thrust himself hard in to her, her wish to scream out in pleasure prevented by the knickers balled up in her mouth.

John then watched as Michelle ripped open her blouse and pulled off her bra to exposure her tits to him as he fucked her, hard. Michelle started massaging her breasts, and pulling her nipples, another invitation John acted on as he then brushed her hands away and started swatting her breasts with his hands or pulling or nibbling her nipples, approval being confirmed by her nodding her head and moaning in to her knickers.

"Harder." Was the next instruction he understood and one he responded to, thrusting with speed and force, driving them both on towards their climaxes.

"Oh my God John," was the next muffled cry until her felt her shake as her climax overcame her, her peak being clear to him as he felt a rush of warm juices flood around him.

"Michelle," was all he managed to grunt as he unloaded a bucket of cum into Michelle, kissing her fully for the first time, "that was amazing."

Michelle pulled the knickers out of her mouth and used them to mop around her pussy as John withdrew from her, his cum trickling out as he did so.

"I'm so glad we did that John, that will always be special to me."

"And for me too." John kissed her again and then proceeded to pull his trousers up, watching as Michelle wiped herself with her knickers, an act that she made look so saucy and seductive he could have acted on them again.

"I might warn Amanda that you cum loads. Has it been a while?"

"It has actually, about 3 hours actually."

"You're joking!"

"What do you think?"

"I honestly don't know John. You've gone from plain old John to oh my God John in less than a day. I best get going, that was amazing though. Thank you."

"Thank you too Michelle. That was a lovely way to finish lunch."

~

The girls had left early for the pub meaning John was making his own way to the pub, reflecting again as he walked there. He was smiling to himself when he thought about how he'd instigate a conversation with Amanda, the woman of his dreams who everyone seemed to be convinced was now his for the taking.

As he rounded a corner he was thrust to the ground after colliding with a bloke, running into him at speed as he looked behind him checking on some unseen pursuers.

John was winded and shocked and then felt some pain as the bloke who'd tackled him scrambled to his feet over him. Before the bloke was upright the walkway was filled with about 4 policemen, one armed, who shouted at the assailant to stay put and drop his weapon.

Realisation washed over John as he watched the man crouched over him drop a long knife and raise his hands above his head.

"You, it's you from this morning." John declared.

"We are arresting you for attempted assault this morning and for a series of similar events this week. Confirm your name." said one of the police officers.

"Fuck you," was the blokes reply.

"Tell him your name," was John's assertion, determined to see if anything else within his dream was going to come true.

"Justin Holroyd."

"Confirm your address Justin," the police officer asked.

"Fuck you," was his reply again.

"Tell him everything Justin, your address and what you've done."

The police team looked on in disbelief as Justin did just that, all delivered in full clarity to their chest mounted cameras. Whilst he spoke another police office helped move Justin, allowing John the chance to pick himself up and, after a short exchange with the police, he carried on his way to the pub.

~

Later that afternoon John had finished enjoying a pint with Grace, Michelle and few others from the office when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hello John," said Amanda, her face slightly flushed, apparently with a combination of embarrassment and excitement.

"Hello Amanda, you look lovely," and she did, having apparently found time to change into a figure hugging little black dress.

"It's my dancing dress."

"Well, it fits you very well."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too. Will you dance with me John?"

The pub didn't have a dance floor as such, but a few people were dancing in an area slightly away from the bar, ladies mainly, all clearly celebrating the end of the week with a wine and a boogey.

"I'd love to Amanda."

They moved over to the area where Amanda then draped her arms around his neck, pulling her face towards hers, their mouths close to each other's ear.

"How's your day going John? I heard you had another run in with the law."

"I'm having a crazy day, Amanda. But this is nice."

"You like dancing with me?"

"It's a dream come true Amanda."

"Really?"

"Honestly it is."

"That makes me happy. What else do you dream about John?"

"I think I'd be pushing the HR policies if I told you Amanda or you'd slap me."

"Intriguing John. What if I promised never to tell a soul and that I would never slap you," she moved her face, so she was looking at him directly, "tell me, please."

"Well, I dream of making you mine."

"Seriously."

"Seriously."

"How?"

"I'd start with a kiss."

"Ok, then what? I need more John. Honesty. What do you want that you think might make me slap you?"

"I'd worship your pussy."

"I'd like that. What else?"

"I'd fuck you, as often as I could."

"That would be great. What else? I need to understand what really being yours means."

"I'd tell you what I wanted you to do and,"

"Yes John, what if I didn't?"

"I'd spank you."

"How would you spank me, John?"

"With my hand and,"

"Tell me John, give me your dreams John."

"I'd spank your beautiful backside with my hand first, and if that didn't work, I'd use a ruler or a cane, and if your buttocks didn't make you comply, I'd spank your pussy and then your clit."

"Seriously John?"

"Yes Amanda, I'd spank your pussy or clit and then I'd fuck you so hard you lost control of yourself. I'd spank or fuck you in front of your mother Pilar if I had to."

"Stop John, please, don't say any more." Amanda looked a few shades paler, making John think he'd got carried away, his heart sinking at the prospect of damaging any hope he had with her.

"I'm sorry Amanda, I've gone too far haven't I."

John didn't have chance to ask if he'd upset her as she took his hand and marched him towards the back of the pub, perhaps for a serious telling off he thought, through the corridor until they reached the disabled toilet which she then dragged them in to.

"Now, stop talking and fuck me John, make me yours. Please."

John pushed her dress up exposing her bum to him which he then smacked, hard enough to make a red mark and to cause her to look at him with slight distress.

"Please John. Fuck me."

Ripping her knickers off, an act he was gaining a higher level of skill at, he spanked her bum again.

"Fuck me, John."

He pushed her over making her grab the sink to support her weight, her eyes holding his through the mirror, fumbling with her dress to expose her firm tits, watching as he freed his rampant cock. He spat on his fingers then made sure his knob was wet then did the same with Amanda's pussy, an act that proved to be unnecessary as she was clearly dripping with desire.

"Oh, my lord," she cried as he took her, grabbing her buttocks as he did so, repeatably, hammering himself in to her, driving in to her, willing her to understand what she meant to him. Taking her long brown hair in his hand, he pulled her head back as he continued to thrust into her.

"Oh John, I'm yours, take me."

John pulled her head to his as he kissed her.

"You're mine, my love, always have been and always will be."

"Oh god John, fill me, claim me."

Her orgasm came first, her legs faltering a little as she came hard, John's fast approached as he pulled out of Amanda and then pushed her to her knees.

"Suck me."

She did, lovingly, taking him as far as she could without choking, worshipping his cock like her life depended upon it. John was nearly there so he pulled out of her mouth and then, grabbing her hair again, he made sure he coated her mouth and face fully with his cum as he came so hard he saw stars. When he released her hair, he watched as she stood up and inspected herself.

She couldn't see out of one eye it was so matted with cum, as was her hair and her bum looked red and angry from his spanking and grabbing. He took in the same view and was, once again, concerned he'd pushed things too far.

She looked at him through the mirror again, pulling her dress top back over her breasts.

"Who are you, John?"

"You know who I am Amanda."

"I've never felt so thoroughly fucked in my life John. You spanked me, and I loved it, needed it in fact. I'm covered in your cum and I love it. I'm falling for you big time John."

"I already have Amanda."

"I believe you John. I think your dreams were right."

"I'm starting to think that too. And it scares me and excites me equally."

"Me too John." Amanda was quiet for a moment and then started talking again, "My mother is called Pilar, but you've already told me that. How?"

"A guess or I've overheard it, I don't know. What's important is how we feel, and I feel great when I'm with you."

"Maybe. I feel great too John. Were we happy in your dream John?"

"Very happy. I promise."

"That's good. How happy?"

"Married and pregnant happy."

"Oh my. That's good to know. And my mum John?"

"Very happy too," John confirmed with a tone that clearly suggested to Amanda he didn't want to be asked to expand. Amanda mused over this whilst she tried to tidy herself up, making a half decent job of it apart from her hair.

"Did you fuck my mother in your dreams John?"

"They are dreams Amanda. What's important is this, the now."

"You fucked her, didn't you?"

"In the dream yes, I fucked her."

Amanda was quite again as she reapplied her make up and then picked up her shredded knickers.

"We best go and introduce you to her then John. I've decided I'm yours, let's see if she agrees."

John felt no shame as he rode the hails of friendly abuse as they left the pub, their appearance suggesting what may have happened and Amanda's bright smile confirming she was happy with whatever had happened.

The car was fairly quiet as Amanda drove them to her house, save for the last minute or so when she turned to him and said, "Don't hurt me John, or her please, we've been through a lot since papa died and I've never felt so sure about something in my life."

"I promise I won't hurt you Amanda or your mum," John reassured her.

~

Pilar was a little concerned when she met them both in the hall as they arrived. Amanda's appearance was the first thing to cause alarm, slightly red faced and dishevelled, and then this man she'd never met before who seemed to consume them both, not in a bad way, more with a protective concern just with his presence.

John watched on as Amanda spoke in rapid fire Spanish with her mother, words that John seemed to understand with absolute clarity, allowing him to realise that another of his dreamed capabilities was a reality.

"Mama, this is John, he's from work and he's the one."

"What one?"

"You know, like we used to say when we talked when I was little. The one who I would just know was for me."

"Oh my."

"He's like papa too."

"In what way?"

"He makes me feel special. He has power, a lot of power, much more than papa did."

"Funny, I feel it too. How do you feel?"

"I'm nervous mama. He's going to marry me and make me pregnant."

"He's told you this already?"

"Yes, he's told me about his dreams. Some of them have already some true."

"Have you tested him?"

"Yes, earlier."

"Really?"

"Yes, I flashed my pendant at him as he fucked me earlier. Both to his face and through a mirror."

"And?"

"Gold"

"On sweet Mary the blessed mother of Christ," Pilar crossed herself as this news filled her with dread at the enormity of this revelation, "He is the one then."

John could take no more of being excluded so, in perfect Spanish, he asked, "What does Gold mean?"

Amanda and Pilar turned to him, both of them shocked at his apparent fluency and his comprehension of their conversation.

"Oh, mercy me. We have abilities too John, through mama's line. We can see aura's when we shine these pendants at someone."

"And what does Gold mean. Is it good?"

"It's good John, very good."

"Aren't a lot of people good though, so why the drama?"

"Most good people shine white John."

"Are you sure I was Gold?"

"You're Gold John, I just checked too, so bright, like starring at the sun" said Pilar, "it's very different."

"Oh, is that good?"

"For sure, if you have read our book. But it's never been seen before, only written about." Pilar was behaving in a way now where her body language towards him was changing subtly, slightly deferential, flustered and less confident.

"No more today mama, John needs time and I need a shower."

"We will need to tell Vivienne."

"Tomorrow mama, she's in America for heaven's sake."

John decided to keep his thoughts to himself, but the mention of a shower and Vivienne brought back yet more memories from his dream, both pleasant and equally extreme in their nature.

~

As they soaped each other in the shower, kissing passionately as the explored each other properly under the warm jets of water, Amanda looked at him and said, with a serious face, "You need to do one more thing to make me yours."

"What's that?"

"You need to fuck my ass."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Is that what your book said?"

"It's how mama and Vivienne interpreted it yes. Us girls used to call it the holey trinity as a joke. Hole as in our 3 holes but not holy."

"You aren't joking, are you?"

"No, mama will probably want to watch it happen too."

"And you're OK for that?"

"Yes, we have no secrets."

"I'm having the strangest day, Amanda. I'm loving it, don't get me wrong but this is weird right?"

"It is but it is also important. If our book is right, then you're about to become a very powerful man."

John kissed Amanda deeply then, delicately taking her face in his hands added, "Let's go do this."

Amanda held on to his erect prick as she walked him to her bedroom where her mama, as predicted was waiting naked on the double bed. She looked very much like Amanda, albeit darker skinned and clearly more advanced in years, but both women had long dark hair, on tight Latina-like figures with D cup breasts, shapely hips and pert bums.

"He knows what he needs to do?"

"Yes, mama."

"No wonder he's so hard. Taking my baby's ass."

"It's not just that Pilar," replied John.

"Oh?"

"I'd defy any red-blooded male to respond to the sight of two beautiful women, naked, in the same way as me."

Pilar acknowledged the compliment with her eyes and then reached for a tube she'd already placed on the bedside cabinet.

"Come on baby, I'm excited to see if the book comes true. Let me help you get ready."

Amanda lay down on her back on the bed, pushing a pillow under her thighs so her hips were raised. She then lifted her legs and pulled them towards her chest, with her knees apart, so she presented herself completely openly to John who she was now looking at with a deep yearning.

Piler squirted a decent sized line of gel on to two fingers which she then moved around Amanda's anal ring and then, with another squirt of gel, pushed the same fingers in and out of Amanda's ass a few times.

"Let me John, put a bit of lube on you too."

John turned so that his cock was in reach of Pilar's hand so she could use her palm to thoroughly coat John's throbbing cock with lube.

"Slowly John, I've never done this before." Asked Amanda.

"Nor have I darling. I don't want to hurt you either."

John moved so the red flared head of his cock was in direct contact with Amanda's shiny tight ring, wondering how on earth he was going to push it in. Pilar seemed to read his mind as her fingers took hold of his cock in one hand whilst her other pushed three fingers into Amanda's anus, that she then gently pulled open and then pushed his cock head in to.

"Push John," was Pilar's instruction.

John pushed gently, consumed with the exquisite sensation of Amanda's tight anal band moving down his cock as he moved slowly, deeper inside her.

"Nearly there baby," Pilar said as she commentated on proceedings.

"He's there baby," were the last words John heard as he realised, he could go no deeper.

~

John found himself in a white room, a vaguely familiar room where a white armchair now faced him upon which sat perched a red robin.

"John, at last."

~