Dream Time

This story revolves around sisters, Jane and Sarah. They had been brought back together by misfortune. Jane had recently divorced and Sarah was widowed. Both in their fifties and without significant amounts of money to call on, they lived together. The house Jane had lived in, was sold as part of the divorce settlement. Her half was added to the remains, of the life insurance payout Sarah had received. They lived quietly in Sarah's two bedroomed bungalow on the edge of town.

Sarah was searching for a replacement, for her worn out and drink stained coffee table. Trying to minimise the outlay, she was looking round a salvage and house clearance warehouse. She stumbled across a wooden trunk. It looked oriental. A dark wood with some metal banding. It was reasonably priced and would provide some storage, as well as acting as a table. The man at the desk, told her that it had come from a country house sale. It had been hanging around for a while, as it was out of style. He would deliver it that afternoon, for a few pounds extra. So the deal was done.

When it arrived, the two of them dusted and polished their new acquisition. Jane opened the lid and looked inside. Just plain wood, unlike the carved exterior panels. She looked puzzled. Reaching her arm to the bottom and then on the exterior of the trunk, there was a difference. The inside of the trunk was about five inches or so, shallower than the outside. The bottom of the trunk didn't sound hollow. There didn't seem to be any way of accessing the void, from inside. The two of them inspected the outside. The bottom of the trunk was bound with a brass strip. This was interspersed with large and small rivets. These all looked the same, except for one, on the back left corner. It was inscribed with a set of initials. Sarah pushed it and there was a clicking noise. Inside the trunk, the base had raised several inches on one side. Enough to hook it open with a finger. Sarah lifted it. It was hinged on one side and retained by a spring catch on the other.

Sarah held this open. Below it, a box, set in a felt lined recess. A similar design to the outer one. About the size of a cutlery box. Perhaps fourteen or fifteen inches by ten and almost as deep as the void in the trunk. Jane lifted it out and placed it on the floor. She lifted the lid. The first thing she saw was an envelope. It looked old and had nothing written on the outside. Below it, a velvet covering. She pulled it off. Below a real shock. Half a dozen dildos. Not that they were unfamiliar with sex toys. They just weren't expecting to find them now. These were nothing like either of them had seen or used. The box was lined with velvet, each of the six made from a different material. Intricately carved and polished smooth and shining. Was that Jade? Ebony? Jane opened the envelope. A letter, which appeared to have been written with a quill or dip pen.

"To the future recipient.

These artefacts have been passed down the female line of my family, for generations. Their origin lost in the mists of time. Thought to have been returned to this country, from the orient. Each phallus possess power beyond its material. In use, each will fulfil the function or bringing the user to the height of passion. Furthermore, in a dream state beyond use, sexual satisfaction beyond that afforded to mortals, can be achieved. I have experienced such. I have no female offspring. Therefore, I consign these items, to a hiding place, until such time as they be revealed.

A warning must be heeded. Only one such item, may be taken from its resting place, at any one time, by any person. Failure to heed this has consequences, which should be disregarded at your peril. My own mother failed to assign sufficient gravity to this. My aunt advised me, that my mother's passing was a result of ignoring the warning. No cause of death could be determined, by the medical profession. The doctor commented, that she appeared to be in the throws of sexual ecstasy. However, she was fully clothed but around her on the bed, the entire contents of this box.

Use these gifts to enrich your lives and fulfil your desires, as I have done. However, be sure to heed the warning.

Lady Mary Halifax.

23rd February 1901."

The sisters looked at each of the six in turn, without removing them from the box. All were modelled on a circumcised male penis. Not excessive in size, about six and a half inches long and life sized in girth. All were intricately carved with veins, bumps or sinuous curves. The first did indeed look like Jade. The second, a double phallus forming a very narrow U shape, dark wood, perhaps ebony. The third, metal, was this really gold. Along the shaft rounded cabochon stones, red, perhaps garnets. The fourth a light coloured stone with reddish brown veins, possibly marble. The next, perhaps glass or crystal. The final one, appeared to be bone or ivory.

"Well, that's an interesting bonus." Sarah said.

"Do you think anything in that letter is true?"

"They're dildos, so having an orgasm with them is going to be true. I'm not sure about the wet dreams. I don't think we should risk taking them all out. I'm not superstitious but why take risks. Whatever they do, they look a lot better than what I've been using."

"Know what you mean. My old rubber vibe is nearly worn out."

"I don't see why we shouldn't give them a try. Any preference?"

"Not that double thing."

"Why not?"

"You know that husband of mine was a rough sort. His idea of good sex was to pump into me hard. Sometimes, that is what I needed but it was never any different. One night, he slipped out and rammed back in. Only it went into my bum. No lubrication, no warning. I screamed with pain. He just thought I was cumming and carried on. When I told him what he had done, he thought it was funny. He kept trying to do it. I couldn't always stop him. Having something bigger than these dildos just shoved into you, isn't nice. In part, that's what started me thinking about divorce."

"God. That sound hideous. It can be great but it needs care."

"You haven't?"

"Loads of times and more besides."

"Come on. I shared my horror story. In fact, my sex life was little besides getting fucked hard."

"William was amazing. Really gentle, with a lovely eight inch penis. Not too big, just right for me. We always made sure that we were both alright, doing things. We both wanted to enjoy it. We tried lots of different things. One was anal. I loved it, when he got me off, with it inside my bum. Years ago, we met a young American couple, on holiday in Florida. We got on really well. One night we had drinks in their hotel room. The woman did a striptease, so I did too. We all ended up in the nude. He did me in the bum while William was in my fanny. They did the same to her too. It was fantastic."

"It sounds like I missed out on a lot."

"Plenty of lubricant, time and care and it can be incredible. Give it a try. We'll work from the left. I'll take the jade one. You can always use just one end of the black one. Do you have lubricant?"

"I need it, for my pussy these days."

That evening the two of them retired to bed, taking the selected items from the box.

Sarah felt the jade dildo, it was cool to the touch and quite heavy, considering the size. On the base, a Chinese character. It was incredibly smooth. Stripping off, she lay on top of her bed, inspecting her green companion. She brushed it across her neatly trimmed grey pubic hair and down between her legs. It was cold against her pussy lips. Licking her fingers, she gently stroked the saliva onto her labia. She repeated the process, wetting the entrance to her vagina. Sliding the dildo up and down her slit, added to the wetness. Parting her labia with her left hand, she placed the tip of the jade where she most needed it. Easing it inside, the first sensation was how cold it felt. Incredibly smooth, it slid in easily. Just a straight shaft, with a flat base. She held on to the last inch and began to fuck herself. Her clit swelled and familiar feelings started to spread across her body. Some gentle rubbing of her clit hood and she came. Leaving the dildo in place, she retracted the hood, a finger on her exposed clit and she came again.

She fell asleep, with the dildo still inside her. She fell into a deep sleep and began a dream, which felt incredibly real. Transported back in time, she was stood in a room, screen walls, straw matted floor and wooden beamed roof. The writing on the screen walls appeared to be Chinese or Japanese. Raising her arms, it appeared the she was wearing a white robe. Looking down her feet were in oriental sandals. The room was empty. There were noises through the doorway to her right. She clip clopped in the awkward footwear, to the doorway. Several oriental men were stood before somebody, seated on a huge chair or throne.

"Come here! Display yourself for the Emperor."

She shuffled forwards, standing between the throne and the men. She took hold of the two edges of her robe and opened them. Embarrassed, her eyes dropped. Those were not her breasts, smaller. The nipples far darker and more pointed. Below the flat stomach, a narrow strip of straight jet black pubic hair. Two of the men behind her, took the sleeves of her robe and moved it away.

"Turn around!"

She displayed her back and bottom.

"She meets with our approval. Have the concubines prepare her."

The men held out the robe for her to put on. They escorted her to an anti chamber. Four Asian women were stood beside a low divan covered in red silk. Each woman looked the same. Long black hair held up on top of their heads by long ornate pins. A white silk strip across their breasts, tied at the side. Their nipples visible through the cloth. A similar cloth between their legs, held by another round their waists. Pubic hair similar to her own, on show, through the sheer material. The men withdrew. The women gathered round her. One removed the robe. Two others moved her to the divan and removed her sandals. Face down one the divan, the women massaged her body with scented oils. Turning her over, they repeated the process.

She expected the Emperor to appear. However, the four women continued their preparations. One either side of the divan began sucking her nipples. Another knelt above her stomach, raising her legs into a wide V. The fourth began to wipe her tongue up and down her vulva. An orgasm approached and burst forth, followed by another. The woman between her legs withdrew. She walked to the head of the divan, removed her loin cloth. She mounted the bed and lowered her dark tinged labia, to the mouth below her. The two on her breasts ceased. With the two women on top of her, she was unable to move.

A penis Entered her. Was this the Emperor. The fucking was hard and relentless. It felt like her legs were on his shoulders. The woman sat on her middle was fingering her clit as the penis pumped below it. Whoever was fucking her, came again and again but didn't let up. The girl on her stomach brought her to more orgasms than she could count. As the woman astride her face reached her orgasm, Sarah woke up.

The jade dildo was still half way inside her vagina. She reached down and slid it out. It was followed by masses of semen, running down across her anus. Her clitoris was throbbing.

Jane's night was no less intense. Reticent about using both parts of the black dildo, after her disturbing experiences with her husband, she began with just one part. Using her lubricant, she rubbed the shaft of one phallus up and down her slit. Her pubic hair longer and more abundant than her sister. Her vulva more prominent, her larger clitoris currently concealed. Beginning to become more turned on, she gently inserted the lower part of the toy into her vagina. The upper part was rubbing against the hood of her clitoris. Holding the bend of the U, she began to fuck herself with the toy. Even without vibrations, there was something about this dildo. The upper shaft, outside of her, was rubbing hard against her clitoris. A massive orgasm hit her. Perhaps the best she had ever experienced.

In her current state of extreme arousal, she decided that she would try the dildo as intended. She added more lubrication and arranged the two tips against their respective holes. Now that she was in control of the situation, rather than her husband forcing into her anus, it was more enjoyable than she expected. Maybe Sarah was right. Increasing the depth of insertion gradually, caused her no problems. Was it the dildo, or was she actually enjoying this. The two ends of the dildo were now fully inserted. Again holding the U bend, she began to work it in and out. Her clit still sensitive from the previous orgasm, was incredibly hard and erect. Rubbing it between her index finger and thumb, her usual masturbation technique, gave her another orgasm, which made her whole body shake. That was all she remembered whilst being awake.

The same as her sister had experienced, she entered a lifelike dream state. Opening her eyes, she was sat in what appeared to be a mud hut, with a thatched roof. The only light coming from the open doorway. She stood and walked outside. She looked around, there were other similar huts. Nobody was around. Feeling her head, she was wearing a hat with a large floppy brim. Looking down, what looked like a safari suit, with shorts and a pair of sturdy boots. She took a walk around. There was the sound of running water, she went towards it. An old man was sat with what looked like a fishing line, in his hand.

"Hello. Where am I?"

"The village of Ntosi. We are about two hundred miles from the nearest town. You were found by two brothers, drifting on a raft in the river. You had nothing with you, other than what you are wearing. That was two days ago. The brothers are out hunting, they will be back at dusk."

"How can I get out of here?"

"A supply truck comes in about a month. Besides, you can only leave if the brothers agree. They saved you. By the rules of the tribe, you are now a wife to both of them."

"I can't be. I was out of it."

"The rules cannot be broken."

As night began to fall, the hunting party returned. Women came out of the huts to deal with the animals caught. Two large men approached her. Dark skinned, tall and handsome. They stood before her.

"It is now time to consummate our wedding." Said one.

She would have run but where to. They took her to a hut, larger than the others. The insides were hung with brightly coloured cloth. A large shiny metal plate opposite the door, spread light. She saw her reflection. Tall and blonde with an hourglass figure. The brothers removed her boots and clothes. Instinctively an arm covered her breasts, a hand covered her crotch. Unlike the waking realm, her pubis was bare. She stood and watched, as the brothers removed the fabric, which was wrapped around her bodies. Naked they were incredible to look at. Bodies toned, from years of living off the land. However, her eyes were drawn to their manhoods. Large and with bulbous helmets, erect from the off. One of the brothers moved behind her. He lifted her by the waist.

"Put your arms around his neck"

She did. Her legs were pulled up and she wrapped them around his back. Behind her, a hand between her legs guided his brother inside her. She sagged down, taking the huge member into her vagina. She felt her buttocks being parted.

"God no! I can't. It's too big. Not there."

There was no response. She felt a slickness against her anus. Some sort of oil. A brief stab of pain as his huge knob stretched her anus wide. The movement pushed her clitoris against the wiry pubic hair of the first brother. They began thrusting into her, alternately. She felt their knobs against each other, rubbing the membrane between her anus and vagina. The scrubbing of her clit and the action of the brothers was driving her wild. She yelled out as the three of them orgasmed simultaneously. Thinking the assault on her person was over, she attempted to lower her legs. The brothers had other ideas.

Behind her, the huge cock was slowly withdrawn from her arse. He lay on his back. His sibling lifted her up, removing his penis from her now stretched pussy. He carried her over laid her face down on his brother. The two of them had swapped the available orifices.

"You can't mean to......"

Now laying, the pounding she received was harder and faster. Her anus was filled first. She shuddered as her peak hit. As the second brother came in her pussy, she woke.

Jane reached down, her clit felt huge. She touched it. Her vaginal muscles and sphincter gripped the dildo. It was still inside her.

"Ooooh, ooooh, ahhhhhh."

Her legs trembled as she stared up at the ceiling. Many minutes passed before she attempted to remove the dildo. It was coated with fluid. Taking it with her to the bathroom, she placed it in the basin and sat on the toilet. Something oozed from her pussy and arsehole. She wiped herself, stood and looked down.

"No?"

She washed off the dildo and dried it. Had that really happened? She went in search of her sister. Sarah was sat up in bed, the jade dildo on the bedside cupboard. Jane spoke first.

"I can't explain it. I used it. I had a couple of incredible orgasms. You were right, using both bits was amazing. But the dream I had was so vivid. I've just been to the toilet. I swear my bum and my fanny were full of spunk. Loads of it. More than I've ever seen."

"It's still leaking out of me, too. I don't think I have ever had so many orgasms. Do you suppose any of the younger women got pregnant?"

"Who knows. I can understand not wanting too much of this. I wouldn't want more than one of these at a time."

The two of them recounted their use of the dildos and the subsequent dreams. They decided that they needed time to recover before attempting further forays into the box. Sarah got out of bed.

"At least your pubic hair isn't jet black and I still have mine." Jane said.

"I wish my boobs and nipples were like the dream."

"Snap."

Sarah went to wash off the jade dildo and the sisters returned them to the box. Along with the letter, this was put back in the false bottom of their coffee table, to avoid any issues.

Both agreed not to use anything from the box for a couple of days. They spent some time at the library and on the internet, trying to research Lady Halifax's family. Some work at the library yielded some old newspaper stories, stored on microfiche. Lady Mary's mother, Maud had been a famous beauty. At least they had a name. An internet search of the name showed a lot of rumours, that she had been a virtual nymphomaniac. One such story hinted that the whole household, was staffed by men and that she was on intimate terms with them all.

Jane and Sarah were fascinated by what they found out. Neither of them could comprehend that level of sexual activity. They hadn't discussed anything like this, since they were teenagers. They swapped tales of their early dating. Marriage for both of them had seen their lives had diverge.

Jane's husband, had over time, turned into a rough uncouth man. A long way from what she had experienced, in their early days. He paid little attention to her. So much so, that a couple of affairs she had, went unnoticed. During these the sex was gentle and caring but unremarkable.

Sarah, was by far the most sexually active, experienced and experimental of the two. Jane already knew about the Florida foursome. Sarah and William had done far more than that. Holiday hookups were a regular for them. They had sex with multiple partners of both genders. They also had a couple they swapped with, over a number of years. She had stopped when William died but was considering reconnecting. Sarah began to wonder, whether the dildo dreams were linked to the person, or the item, even a bit of both.

"Blimey you're a dark horse. William seemed so quiet and gentlemanly. I don't think anyone pictured you as bisexual swingers."

"We just loved sex and trying out new things. Rob and Gill are great. I don't think they would mind if you wanted to join us."

"Having sex with my sister, is not something I'm willing to consider."

"Maybe we could take turns."

Jane laughed.

"I'll give it some thought. After last night, I'm starting to feel the need to expand my horizons. Although, I'm certain that in the real world I'm not capable of what I did in the dream."

A couple of days later, they decided that it was time to try their next dildo. Sarah was happy for Jane to make her choice. She decided to move to the next in line. This was the gold and garnet one. This meant the marble one for Sarah. Where would these take them?

The intrinsic value of the metal and stones must have been considerable. This wasn't high on the list of Jane's priorities. Unlike the wooden double one, this was incredibly cold to the touch. She couldn't see how the stones were mounted. There was no discernible join between them and the shaft. The base of the phallus was engraved with an X. Curious, she thought. The glans was incredibly well cast and anatomically perfect.

She smeared lubricant along the length as well as on herself. Touching it lengthways along her slit, sent a tingle through her vulva. Was this real or imaginary. The bumps felt interesting as the moved across her labia. Already slippery from the lubricant, this was being added to by her aroused body. Spreading her legs, she inserted the knob. She twisted it round. As she did so, she moved it further into her vagina. She felt every bump from the stones. Her prominent clitoris was awaiting her fingers. She applied them and within a minute her orgasm swept over her.

Knowing what had occurred previously and determined to extract the maximum satisfaction, she withdrew the phallus. More lubricant was applied. Knowing that this was the same dimensions as the ebony one, gave her confidence. Her anus accepted the glans. She let out a loud sigh. Like her sister, she was beginning to enjoy this. Rubbing her clitoris from the start, she began to insert and withdraw the dildo. The feeling as the garnets passed her sphincter, sent shock waves through her body. With a final, fast pull, back to the glans, she shuddered and yelled out,

"Fuuuuuck!"

As before, she passed into sleep. She became aware of a rocking motion. She was standing. Her body felt cold. Running her hands up her body, she was naked. Was this her actual body. It felt like it. She couldn't see, what appeared to be a red cloth covered her eyes.

"Right shipmates, what shall we do with this stowaway?"

"Walk her off the plank."

"Clap her in irons."

"Hang her by the heels."

"Cat O' nine tails."

"Aaar."

"Take her to the mast."

She was bustled forwards, unknown hands groped her bum, stroked her pussy and rubbed her breasts. She felt the wood and iron of the mast against her body. Her arms were wrapped around he spar and bound. Ropes around her ankles pulled apart. The crew called out the numbers as the strokes contacted her buttocks. A sting of pain, followed by a rush of endorphins.

"Six."

"Seven."

"Eight."

"Take her down."

She was untied. Her buttocks stung with with the heat of the strokes. Her blindfold was removed. She blinked, being exposed to the light. Looking down, she was Jane. Naked on a pirate galleon. In front of her, a huge treasure chest. The centre of it bound round with half a dozen loops of thick rope. A rough looking pirate with a scar on his cheek, dragged her forwards, by the arms. She was bent over the chest, as he held her arms. The rough rope scratched her nipples, stomach and pubic hair. It felt like an almost constant stream of men, inserted their cocks into her vagina and anus. Some came inside her, some onto her sore buttocks. The friction of the rope brought her to several orgasms before she woke.

Her anus had ejected the dildo, it lay between her legs. Her torso and breasts were red with small scratches. Getting out of bed, she looked in the mirror. Her bum was covered in red marks. Cum was trickling down her legs.

Sarah, initially felt little difference between the cold feel of the jade and the marble one she held now. However, holding it to the the light, in certain directions. Shallow engravings showed multiple male penises. On the base, what looked like a partially open anus. Taking her thought process to the next level, she decided to use it anally. Masturbating herself while fucking her arse, with the hard stone, felt strange. She was more used to a male penis or a modern, softer toy. Even so, she brought herself to three orgasms, before sleep overtook her.

Coming round, into the expected dream, she was in an arena. Sand on the ground. Around the edges, many marble columns topped with friezes and a single portico. A gymnasium in ancient Greece. Inspecting her body, she was William. She recognised the birthmark on his left forearm. His penis looped round with a ribbon, just below the glans and the ends of the ribbon, tied round his back. There were four other men there. A discus thrower, a javelin thrower and two wrestlers, all naked. Bodies glistening as though covered in oil. The four of them were all incredibly well built and muscular. Beautiful faces, like the statues from antiquity. All four of them exceeded William's eight inches. William, had this been him would have been enthralled. He had come to love the feeling of being penetrated, during some of their swinging hookups.

William was bent over, in the centre of the arena. Sounds began to meet his ears. The five of them were not alone. A crowd was gathering, stood between the pillars around the edge of the gymnasium. Without much ceremony the discus thrower approached him and parted his buttocks. A familiar feeling, the entry of a male member. Not so familiar the energetic nature of the penetration. No holding back. Approaching his orgasm, the thrower rubbed William's exposed knob. As he was filled with semen, his own hit the sand below him. There was a huge cheer from the crowd. The process was repeated three more times. His knob incredibly sore by the time the men had finished. They lifted him overhead and the crowd went wild. Sarah woke with a jolt.

Like her husband, Sarah had experienced anal sex often. Never four times in succession and never with anything the size of the men in the dream. Her anus slightly sore and distended, was leaking semen. Her clitoris, like William's penis, too sore to touch. The dildo lay between her legs. She reached down to pick it up. The sheets were soaking wet. Had she squirted as the William in the dream ejaculated? She was exhausted. Hardly the state in which to wake up.

Jane appeared at her door.

"What the hell happened to you? What are those scratches?"

"That's nothing."

She turned round, to show her red striped bum.

"You aren't much better. Did you piss the bed?"

"No. I think I ejaculated, four times."

The two discussed their respective nights, as they stripped Sarah's bed, ready to change the sheets. Sarah was now certain, that although the dildos influenced events, the user brought their desires to the party. There could be no way, that Lady Mary could have envisaged William being buggered, or Jane being whipped. Even if she had found herself in a Greek Gymnasium, or on a pirate ship.

"I'm beginning to think the same. It is probably messed up but I actually enjoyed the sting of the whip. I can see why Lady Maud passed away. I couldn't take more than one of these."

"I know what you mean. I'm done. A few more days before we try the final two."

"Following Lady Mary's rules, are you going to let Helen inherit this from us?"

"Not yet. I don't know about you but we have more exploration to do. On top of that, there would be the pregnancy issue. Something for the future."

They got dressed and cleaned there respective dildos. They took them downstairs and placed them back into the slots in the box. Sarah replaced the box in the recess and closed the false bottom.

"We need a longer break. How would you feel about meeting Rob and Gill? I know these dreams feel real and the results speak for themselves but I think both of us could do with some real human contact."

"I think that would be alright. Just to talk, to start with. We had better keep the dildo box secret. The implication in the letter is that it is a family thing. Would the misfortune happen if it was shared elsewhere?"

"I agree. It is possible. I'll give Gill a ring and see what we can arrange."

Sarah's phone call resulted in a visit from Rob and Gill on the next Saturday afternoon. A proper afternoon tea party. Small sandwiches, scones, clotted cream, jam and tea in cups and saucers. Very refined.

"This is my sister Jane. Jane this is Gill and that is Rob."

"Pleased to meet you. Sarah has told me a little about you." Jane said.

"All good I hope." Rob smiled.

Unlike Sarah and Jane who are both slim, bordering on skinny, with short grey hair, Gill is rather plump. Average height, with curly blonde hair and a round, jolly face. Rob is only slightly taller, a little less broad, with a mop of sandy brown hair.

Gill told Sarah that they were sorry to hear about William. They had missed the time that the four of them spent together. They had found some other couples, to have fun with. Sarah told the two of them about Jane, her husband and that she may be interested in expanding her sexual horizons.

"Does that mean that we are back to four?" Rob asked.

"I'm not sure about that." Jane replied.

"She's unsure about having sex with me there."

"The more the merrier." Gill quipped.

They talked things over, for quite a while. After Rob and Gill had left, the sisters agreed that it was something they would pursue, when the time felt right for Jane. The discussion had reignited Jane's thirst for adventure. They decided that Sunday would be the day to try out the last two dildos from the box.

Jane retrieved the box and laid it on top of the trunk. Two left. A close inspection showed them to be glass and ivory. The glass one containing a white double helix twist inside. Etched into the base, a crown. The base of the ivory one, seemed to be the Indian deity Ganesh.

"Does that mean you get fucked by and elephant?" Jane sniggered.

"For that. You take it."

She did, hoping that she wasn't correct. Neither sister felt in the mood for any anal penetration. Therefore, they both confined their masturbation to their vaginas. The belief being that, this would restrict their vivid dreams to intercourse. The two masturbated to orgasms before falling asleep.

Jane found herself in what looked like an Indian palace. The floor marble, silk drapes and cushions scattered around. Long black hair flopped in front of her face. Holding up her hand to brush it away, her skin was a dusky brown colour. A mirror on the wall, a few feet away gave the answer. A beautiful Indian lady wearing a multi coloured sari. Young, perhaps in her twenties with a nicely rounded figure. There was a lot of chattering and giggling heading towards her. Perhaps a dozen women brushed through one of the curtains. All dressed in a similar fashion to her, saris of different colours. All appeared to be relatively young, under thirty, slim or womanly, like her. She assumed that this would be like the jade episode Sarah had described. Preparing her for a maharajah or something similar.

"The women began to divest themselves of their saris. Two of them, naked approached her. Coffee coloured skin and dark nipples. Four of them had luxuriant full pubic bushes. Four were neatly trimmed and four were shaved bare. Presumably to meet the mood of the master, at any particular time. They began to remove her sari.

"Where is the master of this house?" She asked.

"He is away on state business. Only the eunuchs who guard us and we ladies of the harem remain. We are forced to create our own entertainment."

Unlike Sarah, Jane had never had sex with another woman. It appeared that this would change. Some of the women had already paired off, presumably regular partners, when their master was away. The four shaved ladies were intent on entertaining themselves, with the new recruit. Jane knew that Sarah had shaved in the past but now trimmed. Jane herself remained naturally hairy but relatively sparse. The four of them bustled her to a low bench. One left and returned with a bowl, some soap and a frightening looking knife. Looking at the four of them, not a nick or cut, skilled in their technique. She lay on the bench and they set to work. The soap was gentle and soothing. The knife scraped but it was incredibly sharp.

Reaching down when they had finished, she was impressed by how smooth the skin was. In spite of her changed appearance, the top of the vulva, labia and hood of the clitoris, felt similar to her own. The women seemed to be staring. Looking at them, their slits were neat, no visible labia or external signs of what was concealed. Another hint to the likes of the master, perhaps.

The lady who had wielded the knife, was the first to make a closer inspection. She ran her fingers over the folds of skin, stroking pulling and prodding. Had she seen anything like this before?

Looking around the room, the other ladies were masturbating or fucking each other. Not a dildo to be seen but bananas and cucumbers were being put to good use.

"Fruit and vegetables?" She asked.

"The master does not permit items of pleasure, so we improvise."

She was about to ask further questions when the knife lady applied her mouth to her clitoris, none to carefully. Her teeth felt sharp. She modified her technique, on hearing a yelp, sucking rather than nibbling. One of the other women cocked her leg and brought her bottom to bear on the chin below her. Edging upwards, her smooth, neat pussy made contact with Jane's mouth. The woman's thighs closed around Jane's ears, locking her in. The two remaining women were rubbing and pinching her breasts and nipples. These were larger and more sensitive than what she was used to.

Poking out her tongue, she had her first taste of a woman. Actually, far more pleasant, than her former husband ramming his cock into her throat. Smooth and soft, sweet and slightly salty. If this was a idea of what to expect, she was interested to try. She felt her labia being parted and the tongue of the woman between her legs, delving within. She probed deeper, before flicking upwards across the clit, which was now engorged. These harem ladies must be used to giving oral, both to their master and each other. Her first orgasm was intense. The lady on her face followed. She stayed put, expecting more. Unlike, the lady who had made her cum. The three of them rotated, giving her orgasm after orgasm. Each one matched by the woman above her. Her face now soaked. A nip from some teeth on her clit and she woke. Her hand sought her crotch. Her pubic hair was gone. The ivory dildo, fully inserted in her vagina. She removed it. At least there was no semen.

Sarah, would have been happy with Jane's night. As it was, hers was somewhat different. The etched crown had given her some idea, of where she would materialise. She actually recognised the room. The hall of mirrors at Versailles. She had been there on a visit to France with William. If this was new, she was in 17th century France.

"You girl! You shouldn't be here."

She had thought she would be an aristocrat, making love to King Louis. That didn't look as if it would be the case. Glancing down, she looked like a middle ranking servant or lady in waiting.

"Come here."

It was a man, tall and slender. He was wearing an open fronted 3/4 length jacket or coat, waistcoat, breeches reaching just below the knee and white stockings.

"Quickly, hurry. The king is coming. Out now!"

She followed him, through a concealed door and into a narrow corridor. Below stairs, they entered some smaller rooms, obviously for use by the servants.

"How dare you enter the royal apartment without being summoned."

"I'm sorry sir. I was lost."

"That is no excuse. You have transgressed in the most heinous manner. The punishment is severe. Report to the head coachman at the stables. You will be birched."

She was escorted out of the building and took the path between two hedges, to avoid being seen from the house. The stables were almost as big as the house. Full of people, horses and equipment. On entering, she asked for the head coachman. He was away at the wheelwrights. She explained why she had been sent. A tall, broad and handsome man in breeches, shirt and knee boots, took her into an empty stable. He undid the tie of her apron, then the one on her skirt. Both were removed. Her long cotton bloomers were all that separated her lower half from exposure. The tape round the top was loosed and they fell to the floor.

"Turn around and bend over."

She did, spreading her legs slightly.

"My, my what a vista. Those hemispheres are far too fine to despoil with the birch. Perhaps some other form of punishment would be more appropriate."

He knelt behind her, prised her buttocks apart and ran his tongue across her anus.

"Oh, you mustn't. That is such a dirty place. Nobody should do that."

Paying her no heed, he wormed his tongue inside her arsehole. The feeling was incredible. His rough hands kneaded the soft skin of her bum.

"I think your other hole requires punishing too."

He manhandled her to the floor of the stable, thankfully fresh dry straw. Although, it was scratchy against the soft skin. The groom, for that is what he was, undid the front of his breeches. A firm straight penis sprang forth. Not large but looking beautiful. He moved between her wide spread legs and rubbed his erection against her hairy pussy. Little finesse but plenty of vigour and stamina. She wondered if she could withstand the prolonged intrusion. Suddenly he grunted and expelled abundantly within her. His pubic hair tangling with hers, she reached her peak.

Waking suddenly, Sarah still had the glass dildo within her pussy. A piece of straw was stuck to her right buttock, a couple more stalks were on her pillow. Not extreme but exceedingly satisfying. Certainly better than trying to satisfy an elephant. She began to worry about Jane. She need not have. She appeared at Sarah's door minus her pubic hair.

"Nice look. Blimey your clitoris looks big without the hair."

"Charming. At least I haven't brought half of a field with me. You could at least take that thing out of your pussy."

"How was the elephant?"

"Actually four hot, shaved Indian women. They were great, if a bit rough. The orgasms were fantastic though. How about you?"

"Fucked by a hot groom in the stables at Versailles. I bet he was better than the King would have been."

Jane sat on the bed and they swapped full details, before cleaning themselves and the dildos. Jane went to replace the box in the tight recess in the false base of their coffee table. It slipped slightly and hit one of the edges of the felt lined recess. It sounded hollow. Was something else hidden. She touched the top surface of the felt, to the right of the recess, another click. Inside the recess the right hand upright moved. She pulled it open and put her hand inside. A small book, about six inches by four was inside. She tried the left hand side of the recess but nothing this time. Leaving the box loose, in the bottom of the trunk. The two of them took the book to the sofa.

The cover looked old and was made of dark red leather. The front bore just one word, Mary, in an extravagant gold script.

"This could be enlightening." Sarah said.

They read:

'Mother's demise, just as I came of age, caused significant consternation in the family. My mother's younger sister, aunt Celia arrived, to guide my development. On her very first night, she was engaged in vigorous lovemaking, as I had heard mother, many times. She and father continued this regularly.

My education into this realm began, shortly after her arrival. She explained her perspective on mother's death. It had been from an excess of sexual joy. She showed me a box containing carvings of male members. She demonstrated the use of one. At the peak of her ecstasy, her face contorted and she let out some arousing sounds. I was told to watch on during the night. Even though she was sleeping, her body thrashed and writhed. She reached a loud peak on four more occasions, before her body quietened.

In the morning, she explained that each magical item would take the user to a different realm. For each a different location, new and exiting sexual experiences will be encountered. I was warned to only use one such item at a time. If what I had seen was the result of one phallus, that would be sufficient for any human. Mother had attempted all six.

Aunt Celia stayed by my side as it took my first choice. I liked the look of the glass dildo. The white twist is similar to the stems of the glasses, in our dining room. Celia instructed me on the way to manipulate both it and my private parts. She was pleased when I reached an orgasm, for the first time in my life. The feelings I experienced in my dream, if it can be called such, were incredibly intense. Far beyond the orgasm which the dildo brought forth. I was transported to King Arthur's Camelot. I was subjected to, in Celia's words, an incredible fuck. The three men were knights, who took their pleasure on top of the round table.'

"That's not the same as what I got from it. I suppose the castle or palace aspect is similar but the rest is different." Sarah said.

"I want to see what she made of double penetration."

Jane flicked through a couple of pages and found the relevant passage.

'Celia explained the use of the black wooden item. I was shocked that the second phallus was intended for the posterior. She told me that many men get incredibly aroused, by taking a young woman in this manner. I couldn't conceive of such a thing. She assured me, that father had entered her in this way and that mother had done such too. With her assistance and some form of unguent or lotion, the two heads were inside me. My bottom felt strange. Celia took charge of the dildo moving it slightly as I fondled my clitoris to an orgasm. My bottom gripped the wood tightly, as this happened.

The subsequent dream would have been difficult to imaging prior to Celia's description. I appeared to be in a building on a plantation, from my dress, perhaps almost one hundred years before the present. Two men entered, tall, muscular and dark skinned.

"As your master's wife you will obey my orders."

"Yes Ma'am."

I instructed them to remove their clothing. Their bodies toned from hard physical labour. Broad chests with prominent muscles, strong looking thighs. Each possessed of the most incredible manhood. I bent over the rough wood of an old table. I lifted the hem of my dress, revealing my intimate parts to them. I wore no under garments, the weather too hot to do so. They needed no instruction. Both took advantage of the gifts on offer too them. My cunny was plundered by each in turn. They expended copiously within my person. Reaching back, I parted my buttocks, revealing my most secret orifice. Fingers probed my cunny and the seed they had expelled, now used to ease their entry into my bottom. Oh, the sensation of these monstrously large weapons, pumping my dirty bottom was exquisite.

Upon waking, as with the naughty knights, men's seed was leaking from me. Celia lay beside me on the bed. I asked if a baby may result from such experiences. She replied in the positive, saying that I may be the result of one of my mother's dreams. My father having been absent at the presumed time of conception. I was shocked. Who or what was my actual father.'

"Bloody hell." Jane exclaimed.

"That seems to explain just about everything. The dreams are linked tenuously to the dildos but they differ with the person. How in the world is all of that cum real. Mary has made it clear that the user does not leave this mortal real. Neither she nor Celia reported seeing any other person. Are we visited by ghosts?"

"Who knows. Whatever the case, they still whipped off all of my pubic hair."

The account continued beyond the descriptions of the dildos. These were all similar but distinct from what the sisters had noted.

'Aunt Celia is pleased with my progress. She assures me, that at any future husband will be grateful, for the skills which I have developed under her guidance. This news was welcome, as I am to be married to Lord Edgar Halifax. A tall dark haired handsome man, with an extravagant moustache and mutton chop sideburns.

On our wedding night, he escorted me to what would be our bedroom. Exquisitely decorated, with furniture which appeared to have been passed down the generations. He was in awe of my firm youthful body but shocked at my lack of pubic hair. Under Celia's instruction I refrained from telling him about the dildo dreams. The explanation I gave him being, that this was the way the women presented, in our family. He removed his shirt, his chest broad and hairy. Unbuttoning his trousers, his manhood was revealed. I was just as astounded by his size, as his member rose to a full stand. Almost the equal of the two men in the plantation dream.

His skill at lovemaking matched anything I had encountered in my dreams. I achieved satisfaction on several occasions, as he ploughed my cunny. His final act was to lift my legs and push the whole length of his peg into my bottom. The jets of his spending, clearly felt within me.

Our time together in the bed chamber, continued to be incredible. In fact it spread to other parts of the house. When the mood took us, we would satisfy our urges, wherever or whenever, they occurred. My maid, Muriel, would often witness these bouts. This seemed to spur Edgar on. When questioned, she admitted to enjoying the spectacle. She shared what she witnessed with the cook. They shared a room at the top of the house. They would satisfy each other, at the thought of our congress.

My curiosity about how such a young man, could attain such sexual prowess was satisfied, a month into our marriage. He told me that all families had their secrets. Ours being the removal of our pubic hair. I had still not dispelled this. In his family it was the duty of the father to instruct the son. The son would be trained in all aspects, his mother acting as a substitute wife. I was shocked at the implication. Should we have a son. I would be expected to fuck him, until his skills were honed.'

The next item in the book was an old faded photo. A pregnant naked woman, her slit clearly visible, devoid of pubic hair. Next to her a naked man, with a moustache and a gigantic erect penis. His hand was on her belly, hers on his shaft. Sarah picked up the photo. On the reverse, in pencil. Lord Edgar and Lady Mary Halifax, with child, 1891. Sarah replaced the picture. There were a couple of blank pages, before the entries began again.

I have confessed the existence and function of the family treasures. Edgar was enthralled and demanded to seen them in action. I chose the ebony double item, knowing this would suit is tastes. My orgasm raised him to full extent, which he relieved with his hand, spilling across the bed cover. When I woke, he told me that what he had witnessed, it matched the description I had shared. He had achieved self pleasure several times during the night.

The birth of Thomas was not easy but he is strong and healthy. A nurse has been brought into the household, to assist in his development.

Muriel and I supposed the cook, are now aware of the family treasure aspect, of our carnal pleasure. I woke earlier than expected, from one of these dreams. Muriel and Edgar were stood beside the bed. She was dressed but his large member was exposed. Had they engaged in sexual congress whilst I slept. I knew not and cared less, in my post coital euphoric state.

One night when Edgar was in town, I woke to find Muriel rubbing herself beside the bed. She froze when I looked at her. I bade her continue and she achieved orgasm in a most pleasing fashion. Her guilt brought forth a confession. Edgar had taken her and cook but only in their bottoms, not wishing to create a dilution of the family bloodline. She had and still did struggle, to accommodate Edgar in that manner. Whereas, cook with her considerable bottom, had no such problem. Both would touch themselves, as they watched me on the bed. I did not begrudge them. They were discrete and hard working. Myself and Edgar were having sufficient pleasure for our needs. Would Edgar attempt the nurse's well rounded derrière? She has not been with us long enough, to earn our trust in this regard.'

This was the final entry in the book. Both sisters wanted to know more. Had Edgar fucked the nurse in the arse? Did the child she was carrying, eventually have sex with her? It seemed likely, as she recorded no female offspring in her letter. Where had the dildos been for a century? Had anyone used them in the intervening years? That didn't seem possible.

"Wow, that is one messed up set of circumstances." Sarah said.

"Says she, who with her husband, fucked all sorts of men and women."

"I suppose you have a point. Still, learning to fuck by doing your own mother, is a bit extreme. Imagine having to do it with dad, in order to learn, while mum gave us directions."

"That's a pretty disgusting thought. You could have kept that to yourself."

"My pleasure. It seems as if there is no limit to the different dreams you can have, depending upon your state of mind at the time. There is no way I'm gifting these to Helen, until we have had a lot more fun."

"Are you really prepared, to have your daughter fucked by two enormously hung black guys?"

"It will be her choice. When the time comes, with some proper explanations. Anyway, enough of that. All of that reading and the dildos, are fine as far as they go. I need a proper fuck with a real man. How about you?."

"Ask dad.......... you started it."

"Very funny. I was thinking more about Gill, Rob and the other couples. Ready for some new experiences?"

With that they packed away the book and the dildos. These would be brought out on special occasions. They were determined not to become obsessed with the dream world.

Sarah was grateful to have reconnected with Rob and Gill. She had missed the lifestyle, while she had been living the quiet life with Jane. She and William had become accustomed to a wide variety of partners and sexual acts. Those had now resumed and she was embracing them fully. Contrary to her initial, thoughts, Jane admitted that, far from being repulsed by having sex in the presence of her sister, she actually enjoyed it. The time and adventures they had shared recently, had opened up a whole new world to her. Watching Sarah and being watched in return, was exhilarating. With one of the couples, she even found a woman, who would help her explore the enjoyment, she had found when being whipped.