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He had asked Erin what kind of food she wanted to try, and

she said something new, with lots of flavor. Walking into the orange glow of
the Thai restaurant and getting the scent of the food, Jack knew he had picked
the right place. Erin looked so excited, her eyes darting to every plate as
they got seated.

"So, Siam is now Thailand?" Erin asked as soon as

the waiter poured the waters and left the menus.

"Yeah." Jack nodded. "I'm sorry, but I have

to ask; are you okay?"

"What? Why?" She lowered the menu, and her eyes

widened.

"Just want to make sure that you're not gonna fall

asleep on me."

Erin smiled and said, "I'm getting my eight hours. Can

you help me with this menu?"

Jack leaned over and tried his best to explain everything to

Erin. He remembered her telling him that the food she used to eat in the 1880s
was bland and boring. He got the idea she wanted something spicy but didn't
want to scare her. He suggested Pad Thai, and picked something hotter for
himself, a couple of appetizers and wine.

"So, what did you do all day?" Erin asked as soon

as they were alone again.

"Nothing really. Replied to some emails, watched TV

with my sisters, argued with my parents about politics ;  a typical
holiday."

"What would you be doing if you were back in

Boston?"

"Don't know. Maybe watch basketball, gym, go on the

PlayStation, hit a couple of bars with friends."

"PlayStation ;  that's the machine that you can

play computer cartoons."

"Close enough," Jack smiled, "What about you?

How did you used to spend your free time?"

"Working for the Franklins took up most of my time. I

would be in that house for hours, sometimes the whole day. Any time I had to
myself, I'd read or maybe go for a walk. Not really that entertaining. But now
I can't wait to experience new things."

"I know, I saw your list. What about today?"

"Me and Lucy watched more movies. We watched some ones

with a lot of action, which was terrifying. But I got through it."

Jack wanted to quickly interject and ask what film that she

saw, but let her carry on.

"I tried to use Lucy's computer. But it was so hard and

nothing worked. It looked so easier when you were using yours. I kept on
forgetting about the Start button."

"And I got this." Erin reached into her jacket

pocket and showed Jack a red cellphone. It looked a little small compared to
most modern phones and had some scratches around the sides. "I got from a
store nearby and a prepaid plan. We can talk to each other now."

"That's awesome," Jack said. He knew that there

was something that he had forgotten to do for Erin.

"Lucy helped me take a couple of selfies. I guess

that's what girls like me do now. I created a Spotify account and I'm trying to
find my taste in music. But I'm not joining Instagram or Facebook yet. Lucy
said it's too early."

"Yeah." Jack nodded, thinking if he should tell

her the horror stories of social media. "Also, I know Beth is going to be
trawling for your account and will immediately follow you."

The food then arrived, and Erin's attention was drawn instantly

to the plate set in front of her.

Jack watched her, a mix of confusion and excitement at the

various plates. He should probably try to explain everything. "These are
the appetizers, that's pork gyozas ;  dough wrapped around a filling.
Those are chicken satays ;  grilled chicken with sauce."

Erin pointed to her dish and asked, "And I ordered;

?"

"Pad Thai. A typical Thai dish ;  everyone should

try it at least once. I got drunken noodles, there are hotter."

Erin reached for a chopstick; her fingers and thumbs fumbled

around the utensil. But to Jack's surprise, she got used to quickly them and
tried everything in front of them. Seeing her face light up with every bite, he
just grinned, like he was enjoying the food through her.

"This all tastes amazing. So many spices and different

flavors."

"I thought food was better back in your time. Fresher,

no chemicals or hormones."

"Maybe. But we just boiled everything. And there was no

taste."

Jack carefully ate his noodles, making sure not to make a

mess as he listened to Erin. She talked more about her plans; she was thinking
about starting yoga. He didn't see it in Lucy's apartment but now could tell
she was wearing makeup and looked even better. Her eyeliner made her green eyes
pop, and she had a bold shade on her lips, making it so enticing. He needed to
be alone with her.

Erin caught him staring and smiled. She then said, "Me

and Lucy were talking. And I think we got a story I can tell people."

"Okay."

"We got this idea after watching a true crime television

show ;  Lucy loves those. So, I tell people I came from Ireland but I
moved here when I was twelve. I lived with a very religious aunt and uncle. The
Franklins. We lived away from other people and had a simple life."

"So, you were in a fundamentalist sect?"

"Yes. I didn't have a TV, no internet or modern music.

I only interacted with the Franklins and other people in the community."

"Okay. But why did you leave?"

"The Franklins died."

"And what happened between then and now?"

Erin paused, looking like she was thinking of an answer. She

took a sip of wine and said, "After I decided to leave, I travel to Boston
and stay there, for some time? But; but it's too expensive and I meet Lucy and
she lets me stay with her. I then meet you and; you know?"

"That's perfect." After finishing their food, Jack

ordered more wine and asked Erin what she thought about the meal.

"I loved it." Erin said, wiping her lips with the

napkin. "I always wanted to try something like this. Before I left Boston,
there was this Chinese neighborhood. Just walking pass, I would be enticed by
the aroma. But I could never walk into the neighborhood."

He asked why but saw Erin go quiet and look nervous. It took

Jack a moment before he understood, going to a Chinese block would be a major
no-no for a white woman in 1890s Boston.

"I lived in what is now called South End. Then it was a

mix of Irish, Lebanese, Jewish, African-American, Greek. It was okay to speak
with them and visit their stores. But the Chinese was a different story. I
never understood why."

"Do you miss Boston?"

"Yes. When I arrived in the city, after weeks on that

boat, I couldn't believe such a place could exist. So big, so many people.
Visiting the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, getting lost in alleys exploring the
city, having picnics at the Common."

Looking at her, Jack thought about asking her something that

he had been on his mind for a while. "Do you want to come to Boston with
me?"

"I would like that."

They both leaned over the table and kissed, just a quick

peck. But they stared in each other's eyes, a tension rapidly developing
between them. Jack thought about asking about dessert, there was the Chocolate
Bar a couple of blocks away, or that they go for another drink. But watching
Erin, it felt she wanted to be alone with him.

"Lucy told me something," Erin said in a hushed

tone. "She will be working late and will be spending the night at a
friend's."

Jack nodded and flagged down the waiter.

A human Copulation.

"Lucy!" Erin called out as soon as they opened the

door.

Hearing no response, she turned and faced Jack. They both

shared knowing smirks and quickly kissed. Erin moaned in his mouth as the kiss
grew more lustful. She pressed herself against him and wrapped an arm around
his neck. Erin wanted to feel closer to him.

Jack loved every moment; having a gorgeous girlfriend draped

over him would make any man ecstatic. Erin then took his hand and pulled it
down to her ass. It was amazing how much she had changed in the last couple of
days; the modest, sexually-na ve girl from the nineteenth century had
disappeared. Erin moaned again as Jack cupped her ass.

She broke their kiss and tilted her head towards Lucy's

bedroom, Erin's green eyes sparkling as she grinned at him. Jack let her take
the lead, pulling him into the bedroom. Erin slammed the door shut and quickly
went to work on undressing Jack. She clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt but
got nowhere and groaned.

"You're wearing too many layers," Erin said,

flashing him a half-smile.

He pushed her back and immediately corrected his dress code.

His jeans and the rest of his clothes then fell to the floor, and Jack then
wrapped his arms back around her, kissing Erin's neck as he tugged on the zip.
Her dress loosened, and Erin effortlessly slipped out of it, revealing her perky
tits clad in a black bra.

He didn't do it on purpose, but Jack moaned at the sight of

her. How could he not? Erin stood in front of him wearing a black lace bra that
just covered her bust, revealing a hint of her areolas. Below, she wore a
matching lace thong. Super fucking sexy. Looking up, Erin had this smug smile
on her face; she knew the effect she was having on Jack.

She swayed her hips as she moved to him; Jack stayed

slack-jawed as Erin pushed on the bed and straddled him. She lowered her head, and
they resumed fervently kissing, writhing together. Jack reached around and
unclasped her bra. Erin shimmied her body and slipped her hands out, tossing
her bra away.

Jack instantly grasped her free tits, enjoying the feeling

of the soft flesh in his palm. Their lips still locked, he gently squeezed
them, his thumb teasing her sensitive nipples. Erin responded by moaning into
his mouth, egging him on. Jack pinched and pulled her erect bud, eliciting more
moans from Erin.

It got too much for her, and Erin pulled back. "Jack,

I; I need you; inside me," she said, breathless.

She rolled off him and got on all fours. There was something

perverse in being fucked like an animal; Erin really wanted to feel that way
again. She shuddered as she felt Jack's lips brush down her back as he
carefully pulled down her panties, biting her lip and burning in anticipation.

He slipped his hand between her thighs and found a very wet

pussy. Erin trembled at his touch and moaned again. She begged for more and was
ecstatic at having her cunt be invaded by Jack's finger. He then slid another
one in, pushing them into her pussy. She gritted her teeth and hummed.

Jack pulled his hand back, disappointing his panting

girlfriend. His fingers oozed with her slick juices; shit, she's horny. He
pressed his tip on the wet folds of her pussy and waited for a moan. Erin shook
her head and whimpered as he thrust his cock in one slow push.

"Oh yes;" Erin whispered, rolling her back and

letting out another moan.

Shuddering, her cunt muscles welcomed his cock, tightening

around the shaft. Erin felt his hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks as Jack
slowly fucked, in long, gentle movements. It was just like being in the
Franklin's bed, Erin going through the same electric sensations and loving every
second of it. Erin threw her ass back, demanding his cock faster and harder.

" more, more, more," she whimpered, matching his

rhythm.

Hearing her moans, Jack pumped his cock harder, watching his

girlfriend's ass shake with every thrust. She pleaded for more and faster Jack
went, pounding his cock. He loved how loud she was being. It was such an
intensely erotic feeling, having a gorgeous woman cry for your cock. It urged
him on, and the bedroom echoed with the sounds of their flesh slapping.

Erin slammed her head on the pillow, stifling her cries as

her body tightened, edging closer. She pressed down on the mattress and lifted
her chest up, arching her back. Her right hand went for her left tit, clamping
her fingertips around her erect nipple. While she pinched and pulled, her left
hand slipped between her legs and found her engorged clit.

"Oh; CHRIST!" She screamed. Erin dropped her mouth

wide open, her limbs twitching as she hurtled to an incredible and intense
climax. She inhaled sharply, gritted her teeth, close, so very close.

Jack stopped and went still. He wrapped his arms around her

waist and slammed his cock in slow, hard thrusts. It was too much for her. Erin
shrieked, and her whole body shuddered; her fingers gripped the sheets, and her
eyes rolled back into her skull, riding out an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Oh; that felt good," Erin whispered, coming in

down.

Jack fell back, hitting the headboard. That was something.

His still-hard cock slid out of Erin's drenched cunt. His throbbing shaft dripped
with her slick juices. Taking a couple of deep breaths, his eyes focused on
Erin and he used every ounce of willpower not to cum. She had this small,
content smile on her face that looked so cute and yet very sexy.

She grinned back at him, knowing what he was thinking. Her

eyes drifted down to his glistening cock, and her smile went wider. She
instantly regained her composure, getting on her back. Their eyes met again,
and Erin wiped the sweat from her forehead before cupping her tits. Biting her lip,
she pinched her nipples and spread her legs, eager for his cock,
"Please."

Jack quickly responded, shuffling forward with his cock in

his hand. He leaned over her, feeling the heat from Erin's post-orgasmic glow.
His throbbing tip brushed up against the soaked openings of her pussy. He
rested his hands by her waist; she felt warm and slowly pushed his cock back
in.

Erin groaned and exhaled, her body vibrating, enjoying the

incredibly fulfilling sensation of having Jack's cock back inside her. Intense
heat rippled out from her cunt; her pussy muscles kneaded his pulsing shaft.
Erin looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and love.

"Oh, yes;" Erin moaned as Jack bottomed out.

She then wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him down;

Erin needed to kiss him again. The mouths instantly parted, and their tongues
met again. Moaning into his mouth while twirling her tongue, Erin hooked her
legs around Jack's waist, pulling him closer. She let out an animalistic grunt
like she had been penetrated by another inch of cock. Erin or Jack, or both,
broke their embrace and locked eyes. Watching each other's faces contort while
they rhythmically fucked each other senseless.

"Oh, God!" Erin screamed, getting closer and closer.

She fucked him right back, meeting every vigorous thrust by throwing her hips
forward, slamming her pussy at his cock.

Jack pushed her up and lowered his head, nestling his face

in the crook of Erin's neck. He slowly kissed down her soft white flesh,
reaching her tits. He enthusiastically sucked on her nipple while slipping his
cock out, waited a moment, then rammed it back into her drenched pussy. His
free hand eagerly groped her other tit.

"Oh, Jack!" It was getting too much for Erin. She

tightened her grip around Jack's waist and went stiff. She fucked him hard,
hyperventilating and shaking. Erin hissed and cried his name out as she rode
through another orgasm. She frantically thrust her hips, trying to extend her
climax and begged Jack for more. He replied by pressing his teeth down her
nipple, and that was it. Her pussy spasmed around his raging cock and she let
out a long cry.

"Yes; yes; Oh Lord; Jesus Christ!" She yelled.

As Erin went limp in his arms, Jack could feel the familiar

tingling sensation coming from his balls. He tried to put it off, still
plunging his cock furiously. Both of them moaned and gasped for air, covered in
sweat, wanting more. But Jack couldn't take it anymore; he threw his head back,
roared as he shot a torrid of cum into her. His body jerked uncontrollably from
the needed orgasmic release, each movement causing another shot of jizz.

Erin sighed and moaned, feeling Jack's cock explode deep

inside her, making her tremble in ecstasy. Another rope of his jizz filled her
womb, followed by another. As Jack collapsed on top of her, his brain mushed in
a post-climax daze, Erin held him tightly. She had a broad grin, smugly
satisfied that her pussy was filled by her lover's cum.

Quietly moaning, feeling the hot cum seep down her thighs,

Erin leaned forward. Her tits pressed against Jack's chest as she kissed him.
Recovering from the intensity of their orgasm, they passionately kissed before
breaking, pressing their foreheads together. Their eyes were closed, and they
slowly breathed.

"I love you," they said in unison, before

exchanging more kisses.

Erin smiled back at Jack. Her hands trembled, and sweat

flooded her face. It was happening again. She remembered her breathing
exercises, focusing on five things in the room. It didn't work, and Erin sunk
through the mattress, her hands phasing past Jack's body. His mouth dropped as
he watched her go. She hit the floor of the room, thankful that she didn't go
any further.

Jack immediately jumped off the bed and checked underneath,

finding her sprawled out on the carpet. "Are you okay?"

Erin stared at the underneath of Lucy's bed and just

whimpered, "; no."

New Years Eve.

Jack tried to pay attention to the conversation; he knew it

was important. It was about Erin's condition and what they should do next. But
when he saw Erin walkout, wearing a black lace dress, Jack struggled to pay
attention to Lucy and her friend. Erin just looked too sexy. She caught him
staring, and Erin responded with a smirk.

"Circe; Circe; Circe!" Lucy yelled, "We

already got the dirt."

Jack quickly turned back to Lucy and her phone. She had been

Facetiming with a witch, who supposedly knew what was happening to Erin. They
hadn't completed the resurrection ritual properly. Lucy's witch friend said
they had done around ninety percent of it. The remaining ten percent involved
Jedidiah Franklin's grave dirt and New Year's Eve.

"Shut up, bitch!" Circe shouted at Lucy.

Glancing back at Erin, she and Jack exchanged another look.

This didn't sound like it was going well. Lucy and Circe had spent around
twenty minutes just name-calling, bringing up boyfriends they had shared and
generally being dismissive at each other. What he understood was that Circe
wanted them to do another ritual, while Lucy wanted to do something different.
Anything, it didn't matter.

"What is it with you witches and wizards? Sex magic all

the time. Sprained your ankle ;  sex magic. Car won't start ;  sex
magic. Have to go to small claims court ;  sex magic. Don't you have a
book of spells?"

"Aw the poor medium is stuck. God, you're so basic. You

just repeat what spirits say, like a parrot with tits."

"Shut up, Claire, you giant poser!" Lucy yelled.

The raven-haired witch went quiet and completely still. Lucy

even called out her name to check if the call had frozen. Jack got the sense
that Lucy had crossed some line and should apologize. Seeing Circe's bulging
eyes, he figured the apology should be sooner than later. But the call ended,
and he let it go.

"What do we do next?" Erin asked.

"We still go out. It's New Year's Eve." Lucy said,

her phone then buzzed, and she read the message. "It's Circe. She says
that as Jedidiah Franklin was the one who killed you, he needs to be punished.
We have to burn the dirt, evoke Frigga, you two get freaking with some
mistletoe above the bed. When the dirt turns white ;  we're good. Then she
called me; the c-word. She called me a cunt"

Erin looked embarrassed on her behalf, looking at her feet

and said, "Oh."

Lucy shrugged it off. "I will make it up to her

later." She stood up and checked the time; it was getting close to eight,
they had some time to kill. "Jack, you call a cab. Me and Erin will get
ready."

Erin followed the blonde in her bedroom, taking careful

steps as she hadn't gotten used to wearing heels. In the bedroom, a silver
bucket sat next to the window with a tub filled with dirt lying next to it.
Erin had joined Jack this time, driving to a graveyard near the coast. Lucy
gave them instructions while working, listening to her transparently flirt with
a customer for tips while they waited to be told what to do next.

Lucy opened a drawer and pulled out two sticks of white

chalk. Handing Erin one, she bent down and drew a circle around the bed.
"You okay with another sex ritual?"

Erin chuckled and said, "It's getting repetitive."

She placed the grave dirt in the bucket and set it down in front of the bed,
drawing a circle around it. "Will you be there ;  watching?"

"I have to." Lucy laughed.

"Do we have to do it today? I was looking forward to

celebrating the New Year."

"It has to be a special day like New Year's Day or say,

February 1. Then there's the Spring Equinox, Midsummer, Halloween, the Winter
Solstice. You want to wait until February to make sure you never walk through a
door?"

"Of course, no." Erin replied, "I want to

move on with my life and forget about protective circles, sex magic, the
Franklins."

Wiping the chalk from her hands, Erin checked herself out in

the mirror. The dress showed off a lot of her bare skin, and she didn't know
what to feel about it. Seeing Jack's face, Erin knew she looked hot and loved
the feeling. But then there were Mrs. Franklin's words, telling her that she
looked like a Catholic succubus. At least her legs were covered; it was too
cold to go without tights.

Lucy then joined her by the mirror. She wore a more

revealing outfit, a silver sequined V-neck dress, her large tits up for
display. Seeing her like that, Erin could only imagine the reaction in the
nineteenth century. This was the new normal now, and she had to get used to it.

Lucy raised her phone up and took some photos, saying,

"We look hot."

Erin laughed and then did the same. They took a couple of

photos of their reflections, then some selfies. It was kind of pointless, and
no one was going to see it, but checking out the photos, Erin really liked how
she looked.

"You said we had to do it tonight. Should we still go

out?"

"Yeah." Lucy smirked, putting away her phone. She

said, "One, whenever we do it, it has to happen at the witching hour ;
 that's like at three in the morning. Two, it's your first New Year's Eve,
you gotta celebrate it."

Jack then knocked on the door and said, "The cab is

coming in ten minutes."

Approaching Normalcy.

Erin liked how it felt having Jack's arm wrapped around,

comforting. They were in a bar, a busy bar, sitting alone and waiting for Lucy.
There were many people around her, and it took Erin some time to get used to
being in a crowd. It wasn't like she was frightened or agoraphobic. She just
got anxious about saying the wrong thing, letting people know that she didn't
belong in this time. Then was the whole becoming incorporeal whenever she
became nervous.

Finishing a glass of wine helped Erin from phasing through

the chair. The alcohol also helped her make small talk. A girl in the restroom
had asked about her dress, wanting to know where she got it from. They talked
for a bit more, and Erin returned to Jack, full of confidence.

"Hey guys." Lucy sat down in front of them and

placed a white plastic bag on the table. "I got the mistletoe for Frigga.
I need a drink."

Jack ordered another beer and two glasses of ros for them.

"So, what is the plan for tonight?" Erin asked.

"Drink here then go to a couple of bars and see what

happens." Lucy then glanced at Jack, who shrugged a 'that sounds good'
response. "What did you do all day?"

"Nothing," Jack said, "Just emailed my boss

and about me moving back to Boston."

"Cool. Did Erin tell you what she did today?"

Jack shook his head and turned to his girlfriend.

"I went grocery shopping by myself."

"That's really great," Jack said.

"Once this thing goes away and I'm not afraid of

passing through a bed, there's things that I want to do. I already got a
plan."

"Like what?" Lucy leaned in, finishing her wine.

"First, I need a job, something that I can do and

that's not far from Jack's apartment. And I'm looking at GED courses. Then a
community college course."

Lucy grinned and said, "That's fucking cool. We need

some tequila to celebrate."

Jack and Lucy showed Erin how to take a shot of tequila. She

let out a long moan as the burn of the alcohol shocked her throat and quickly
bit into the lime slice. They slowed down their drinking, Jack saying that they
shouldn't be wasted for the ritual. Lucy agreed, worrying out loud that she
could mess up and make Erin a ghost again.

They talked for a while, trying to predict what would happen

in the new year, before going to another bar. Then quickly another one,
eventually ending up at the Cord & Rifle. It was more of a high-end hipster
bar, which annoyed Jack and Lucy, and she worked there. The bartenders wore
white shirts, suspenders and each had handlebar mustaches, looking like Civil
War surgeons. This just confused Erin, wondering why people were pretending to
be like that.

"It's just; the trend," Jack said, sighing.

Erin glanced at Lucy, and she was rolling her eyes but also

nodding.

They ordered more drinks, and Erin moved away from wine,

trying what the bartenders said were authentic cocktails from her time. They
were lying to her. Her eyes flickered to other patrons; they were all ordering
expensive drinks, taking photos, deleting them, then retaking them. Their lips
were stretched out in the smile, but their eyes stayed unmoved. This is what
modern life is? Expensive drinks and pretending to be happy.

She and Lucy were then in the bathroom, touching up their

makeup. Erin turned her and asked, "Is New Year's Eve supposed to be; like
this?"

"Are you asking if New Year's Eve always this

mediocre?" Lucy said, smirking. "Yeah. It's always a massive
let-down. You got this pressure to have this epic night, everything is
expensive, then there's that bullshit about getting a kiss at midnight."

"A midnight kiss?" "It's some bullshit.

Something that Hollywood and Hallmark love. I think it's real tradition behind
it, probably something farming related. But now it's been romanticized to
insane levels. If someone doesn't kiss you when the clock strikes twelve, then
life is over."

"Really?"

"Stupid, isn't it?" Lucy sighed, "At least

you got Jack."

"You are not interested in meeting someone?" Erin

asked, "There were some men that were checking you out?" She narrowed
her eyes as she spoke, wondering if she used the right word.

"I wasn't feeling it." Lucy shrugged. "Too

many desperate creeps and fake-ass nice guys. You know that tavern-like bar we
quickly left because of the vibe? Some girl tried to hit on me in the bathroom.
It's been a while since I've been with a girl;"

They then went quiet and stared at each other. A group of

ladies woke them up, and they quickly left the bathroom. They had never
discussed the kiss at the s ance, and Erin didn't know how she could ever bring
it up organically. She couldn't make sense of it herself; why did she kiss her?
It wasn't like she had this attraction to Lucy. Erin just rationalized that the
s ance messed with her emotions, and that was it.

Jack was waiting for them at the booth. He stopped them

before they could sit. "Some guy was looking for Lucy. Lloyd?"

"Lloyd? Oh, snap. Where is he?"

"Outside. Said near the 7-Eleven."

"We should get out of here."

"Why?" Erin asked.

"He's got the final stuff we need to for tonight."

Lucy replied.

"Oh," Jack smiled and handed them their jackets.

They got outside and walked to the meeting point. He turned to Erin and said,
"We're meeting Lucy's weed dealer."

"Weed?" Erin asked. Lucy jumped in before Jack

could open his mouth, saying, "It's marijuana, cannabis. You probably
heard it as hash. We need it for the ritual."

"Oh. Do you normally partake?"

Nodding her head, Lucy smiled and said, "Yeah. It makes

things less boring. Also, marijuana has been used in so many sacred and spooky
things."

"I do as well." Jack felt Erin give him a quick

look, knowing that she was about to ask him the same thing. "Weed is legal
in Boston. I smoke it time to time. Shame we don't have any dispensaries."

"Same," Lucy quickly jumped in. "They say we

might get dispensaries in Portland by summer."

Erin stayed quiet, giving them both a long stare. "Are

we supposed to just burn it?" She eventually asked, "Or we do smoke
it?"

"Both," Lucy replied. Erin remembered hash from

when she first arrived in America, that weird feeling block of greenish-brown
that her father would take as medicine. There was also a time when she was
given cannabis fluid for an illness. The idea that people now took cannabis for
fun interested her.

"I would like to try some." Erin said, nodding her

head.

Both Lucy and Jack looked at each other, silently conversing

before turning back to Erin, asking if she was sure. They mention PSAs, peer
pressure and not wanting to force her into something she might not be ready
for. Erin replied with a blank look, nodding her head but not really listening.

"Before I was a char-girl, I worked in a factory. The

fumes from the vats would give me migraines. Do you know what the druggist gave
me?" Erin asked, slowly smiling.

Both Jack and Lucy shook their heads.

"Heroin," Erin said, "They used to give that

to fussy babies as well. Also, the man who owned the house before you, Jack. I
once saw him inhale white powder and act loony. I feel marijuana is
safer."

Lucy shrugged and walked away. She was back with a baggie

filled with dark brown herbs a minute later.

"All set?" Jack asked. "Yeah. Lloyd was

pretty nervous and wanted to know who you guys are."

"What did you say?" "Just a couple I had a

quasi-threesome with."

Erin was still blushing by the time they got to the final

bar. It had more of an old-school look about it, reminding her of Ireland and
the taverns where she would be sent to fetch her father. They got in just before
the countdown. While everyone started counting down and looking at the screens,
Erin lost her cocktail. The glass phased through her hand and smashed against
the floor. Was it nerves? That the ritual wasn't going to work, or she could
say to herself that she was excited, looking forward to the new year.

While everyone celebrated, Erin ignored the lost drink and

grabbed Jack, kissing him hard. If this wasn't going to work, she would at
least have some fun. She quickly ended their embrace and then lunged at Lucy,
giving the medium a long hug. After tonight, she needed to do something for
Lucy, something to show her appreciation.

Lucy broke their hug and smirked back at her. "Let's

get out of here. Time for you to be human."

More Dark Arts.

Jack thanked that the burning pot was giving him a gentle

high, otherwise he would be embarrassed. He, like Erin, sat in his underwear on
Lucy's bed. A sprig of mistletoe was taped to the headboard behind them while
white candles circled the bed. They watched Lucy burn some incense sticks while
reading out of the grimoire.

But every once in a while, Jack would catch the medium look

up from the book and steal glances, her eyes focusing on the bulge between his
legs. Erin did the same but acting a lot more obvious than Lucy. It was this
weird horny circle. Jack tried to stay unaroused, which was getting more
difficult with every passing second. Erin and her lacy bra would draw him in,
and his cock throbbed with every look.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked.

Erin grinned and said, "Yeah."

Looking at her, it was clear that she was getting a buzz

from the pot. It was also affecting him, that or whatever Lucy was burning. He
felt warm and eager. Jack needed to move, jump off this bed and do something.
He looked at Lucy; she was still reading the grimoire and glancing up at them.
Was she checking Erin out? Her attention had moved away from his bulge,
focusing on Erin's heaving chest and her tits. Jack closed his eyes and shook
his head; all the pot and incense made him think he was in a porno.

Lucy then slammed the book shut and stood in front of them.

Still wearing her sequin dress, she said, "It's time."

"What do you want us to do?" Erin asked.

"Yeah, you're the director." Jack added, smirking.

"You guys start fucking. I will chant Frigga's name

while you do it."

Jack turned back to Erin; her green eyes told him she was

ready. He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately. Their lips
parted, and they both moaned, also gasping for air. Erin grinned back at him,
making Jack chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation. He placed his hand
on each side of Erin's face and pressed his lips back on hers. Jack thrusted
his tongue into her mouth, suppressing a groan as he felt her hand cup his
bulge.

There was a moan ;  it may have come from Lucy as Erin

freed Jack's cock. He couldn't explain it, but his cock was a stiff and hard as
it ever had been. Maybe the stuff that Lucy had burned is what they make Viagra
out of? Jack could feel his tip oozing copious amounts of precum and coating
Erin's fingers. She broke from their kiss and looked down in amazement,
drooling at the sight of his pulsating member.

Erin desperately needed that cock inside her. She grabbed

Jack and roughly pulled him down onto the mattress. He looked shocked at her
sudden assertiveness. But before he could say a word, Erin sat between his legs
and took his cock deep into her mouth. Both he and Lucy moaned their approval
as Erin swirled her tongue along the underside of Jack's shaft.

"Oh Frigga; Oh Frigga; Oh Frigga; oh fuck," Lucy

said. She paced around the room, burning a bundle of sage while invoking a
Norse goddess. She lost her focus as she saw Erin strip off her bra and bob her
head on a massive cock.

This was insane. Jack was stunned by Erin's drive and how

badly she wanted his cock. Her naked tits bounced against his crotch, and Jack
had to feel them again. Taking her perky tits in his hands, Erin moaned on his cock
while Lucy had stopped speaking and just stared at them.

Erin shuddered and then pulled her head from Jack's cock.

She could have more fun blowing him, but right now, they needed to have sex.
Erin looked up at him, replying with a big, content smile. She then stood up on
the bed and wriggled out of her panties, giving Jack and Lucy a little show.
She rested her left leg on the other side of his crotch and slowly sank. Erin
grabbed his slick, throbbing cock and pressed against her pussy.

"Jack; this is so wicked," she said with a big

smile.

She let out a long, deep exhale as she bent her knees and

became impaled on Jack's cock. Erin's body involuntary shook as her eyes rolled
back. Something was different this time, there was this raw, lewd feeling, but
Erin wasn't complaining as Jack's cock pulsed against the walls of her pussy.
She remained still, her eyelids down, and she breathed rapidly.

Seeing Erin and Jack acting like there were in a porno, Lucy

had forgotten what she was supposed to do. She stared at her friend's body or,
more accurately, ogled Erin's nakedness. She looked hot. So did Jack. She
didn't want to think about that now; that would be later when Lucy was alone
with her vibrator.

She stood in front of the silver bucket and lit a match.

"Oh Frigga. Please take fortune on Erin and punish the man who wronged
her," she said, looking up. Lucy flicked the match into the dirt, it
burned into a bright white flame and went back to enjoy the show.

Erin rested her palms on Jack's chest and slammed herself up

and down on his cock. She had thrown her head back; her eyes were closed, and
she hummed to herself as she forcefully rode Jack. Her tits bounced to Lucy's
and Jack's delight, eager to be touched. Those herbs that Claire picked had
really fucked with her head; she knew she was never this bi-like. Erin then
arched her back and squeezed her tits, pulling on her erect nipples.

"Oh Lord; yes!" Erin cried, nearly sending herself

off to her first orgasm of the night.

Seeing her moan and cry for more was an incredible sight for

Jack. It was love. Seeing his girlfriend ride his cock with such passion was
unbelievable. He wrapped his arms around her firm ass and raised his hips. He
saw Erin appreciate the slight change, his cock thrusting deeper into her slick
pussy. She was getting close; he could sense it.

But then Erin slowed down, and Jack had to yawn.

Turning his head, Lucy was down, sleeping on the floor. He

felt weak, and his eyes were heavy. Erin collapsed on top of him ;  in a
deep sleep like before. Jack shook his head, thinking that it would help. He
then prodded Erin and yelled her name, but nothing. He couldn't fight it
anymore and slowly drifted asleep.

The Attic, Again.

Jack's eyes opened, and he knew something was different.

This isn't Lucy's bedroom. Sitting up, he knew where he had been transported
to, the attic. It wasn't was like the other week when he woke up in 1897 and
watched Erin die. There was nothing in the attic this time, no lanterns,
steamer trunks or the presence of anyone, just exposed brick and worn
floorboards. Something had happened.

Sitting up, he noticed that he had been on Lucy's bed. Looking

to his side, Erin lay in a deep sleep. Weirdly enough, she was wearing the same
black lace dress. To his left, he heard snoring. Turning his head, Lucy slept,
also wearing the same dress she had on from earlier. Seeing her was surprising;
Jack expected it would be just him and Erin transported back in time. That's
what would make sense.

He reached over to his right, gently rubbing Erin's arm.

"Erin? Erin?"

Nothing. Jack then turned to Lucy and called out her name.

Again, nothing.

Getting up, Jack walked around the attic. There had to be

something they needed to do. Or something they did wrong. He raised his hand
up; there was something different. There was a dry heat coming from somewhere
in the room. Jack tried to ignore it, focusing on the door. He pushed it a
couple of times, it didn't move. He slammed his shoulder against it; the door
didn't budge; there's no give.

"Ah; ," a female voice moaned.

Jack rushed back to the bed, seeing Erin stirring.

She slowly opened her eyes and said, "Jack?" Erin

then sat up, turning her head, taking in the change. "No."

"It's okay. It's not like it was before. Something is

different," Jack said. He then pointed to Lucy, who was still asleep,
"She's also here."

"Lucy," Erin said, her eyes widening. She jumped

to her feet and moved to the blonde medium.

She shook Lucy, yelling her name.

"Fuck; leave me alone. Shit." Lucy groaned,

pushing away Erin. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. With one eye open, she
scanned their surroundings. "Where the fuck are we?"

"The attic," Jack said. "It's weird. There's

a door but it's not opening. And, I don't hear anyone."

"No Franklins?" Erin asked, wrapping her arms

around herself.

Jack extended out his hand and gently rubbed Erin's

shoulder. "No. We're alone."

He slipped off his blazer; it was getting too hot, and then

sat back on the bed. He glanced at Lucy, waiting for her to think of something.

She stood up and paced in front of the bed. "Okay.

Remind me again. What happened last time? Was it the same?"

Jack shook his head, "No. Not like this. I was watching

the Franklins and Erin going through their day. It was like when Scrooge goes
back to the past. They couldn't hear me or see me. But I could go anywhere. Not
just this attic."

"Same for me. I just woke up," Erin said,

"And I thought everything went back to how it was. But then I saw myself;
as a maid. Then Jack."

"Okay, let me think." Lucy said, still pacing.

Watching the blonde walk back and forth, Jack rolled his

eyes and undid the top button of his shirt. He looked down at his feet,
realizing he was tapping his foot. There was something about this attic; it was
making him feel hot and restless. Erin joined him on the bed, and Jack quickly
got distracted by her. She just looked so sexy; he was desperate to continue
what they were doing back in Lucy's apartment.

Looking at Erin, Jack noticed that she had the same problem.

Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Her fingers drummed against the
mattress and her legs jiggled.

Lucy rushed back to them, her skin glossy and her face flush.

"I think Frigga wanted something else. Like you have to be here for the
final bit."

"Yeah okay. But why did the spirits or Frigga or

whatever drag you here as well?" Jack asked.

Lucy shrugged, "I'm part of this."

"How?" Erin said, slowly playing with her hair.

"I mean you did use my body to have sex. And remember

when we first summoned you? You kissed me."

Jack glanced at Erin; her face was crimson. Turning back to

Lucy, "Do you think the kiss had effect something."

"No. I think whatever force, being, god, kept Erin in

your home and then made her corporeal for real; they must think I am part of
it. That's why I was taken here as well." Lucy said.

Jack let out a long sigh and then said, "I'm so glad

that I called you instead of that Starry guy from Dover."

"His real name is Stan and he's a big piece of

shit," Lucy said, rolling her eyes. She turned to Erin, asking, "I
need to know more about the kiss. Why did you do it?"

Erin stayed quiet. She stared at her feet but eventually

looked up. "I just felt so overwhelmed when I found myself back in Jack's
room."

"Overwhelmed?" Lucy repeated.

"Yes. Becoming a body again, there were so many

emotions. Confusion, love, jealousy, lust."

"But you kissed me, right?" Lucy asked, arching an

eyebrow. "Nothing forced you to?"

Erin buried her head in the hand, going red again. She took

a deep breath and said, "No. It was me. I don't know why. I was angry at
you but also, I was thankful. Possessing you ;  twice! A feeling
lingered."

She paused and then added, "I felt you liked it."

Hearing this, Jack covered his mouth, muffling a moan.

"Hell yeah, I did," Lucy said, "It was like

you're reading my mind ;  you probably did. Haven't been kissed like that
in ages. No offence Jack."

"None taken," Jack said, just whispering.

"Maybe that's why I'm here. Let me think," Lucy

said again, her tone breathless and weak. She then sat back on the bed, next to
Jack.

They went quiet. The only sound that filled the room was the

creaking of the bed as all three fidgeted. Lucy tightly gripped the sheets,
forcing herself to stay still. Erin instead rested her head on Jack's shoulder,
running her hand over his chest. He responded by slowly stroking her thigh. The
sound of fidgeting disappeared, replaced with heavy breathing.

"You should fuck already," Lucy shouted. She

looked at them, her face flush and with deep desperation in her eyes.

"You sure?" Jack asked.

"It will please Frigga," the medium quickly said,

"Like you complete the final ritual in the room where Erin died. So, you
should do it now. I will just watch. And you should fuck."

Jack looked back at Erin; she had this mischievous grin that

told him yes. He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth, pulling her in.
She moaned, her eyes shut, and she trembled as Jack pulled on the dress zipper.
She went limped, letting him quickly undress her. Christ, she wanted him.

Pulling the straps down, Jack smirked and marveled at his

girlfriend's lingerie-clothed body. She wore that sexy lace bra again, and she
looked amazing. Immediately, his hands were on her tits, squeezing them through
the thin fabric. Erin then swatted his hands away and reached behind, unhooking
her bra.

He thought he heard Lucy moan, but Jack ignored it. He

leaned his head down and gently kissed Erin's tits, his hands caressing her
pale flesh. He ran his tongue around her sensitive nipples, teasing her with a
quick flick. Erin pushed down on his head as Jack sucked on her tits, moaning
and throwing her head back, waiting for more.

Jack ignored her and pushed Erin back. He kissed down her

body, loving how soft her skin felt on his lips. He stopped when he felt the
hairs of her pussy. Pulling her panties down, Erin hadn't shaved anything yet;
thin rust-colored strands surrounded her lips. He lowered his head and poked
the dewy folds of her pussy with his tongue.

Erin cried and covered her mouth. After that night with the

s ance, Erin craved the sensation of his tongue driving her pussy wild. She
then felt an arm wrapped around her from behind; Lucy. She was hugging Erin;
the blonde medium's hands were dangerously closed to her tits. This felt wrong,
completely against the teachings of the Church, but Erin didn't care.

Over the sounds of Erin's moans, Jack moved his tongue to

her clit. Just by giving the engorged bud a couple flicks, Erin cried and
shuddered. He stopped and looked up, she was breathing heavily, and her lips
were trembling. Also, she and Lucy were in this embrace that looked hot. Jack
dropped his head back and kissed her clit as he slid two fingers deep into her
wet folds.

Erin's eyes bulged. She gasped for air. "More; please

more;" Erin cried; she didn't want Jack's attack to stop.

Lucy's eyes widened as she carefully watched every movement

Jack made with his tongue. A deep heat quickly enveloped her. Her hand dropped
from Erin's side and onto her own thigh. The couple was too wrapped up in
themselves; they wouldn't notice her, right? Also, they were about to fuck in
front of her, she would be well in her right to play with herself. But then
Erin shuddered, and Lucy focused her energy on keeping the former spirit
steady.

"Oh Lord yes," Erin screamed.

Her thighs clamped around Jack's head, and she bucked her

hips. She let another intense cry and then went rigid. Erin shuddered on the
bed as the coming orgasm thundered through her body. Sweet juices dripped from
her pussy, and Jack hungrily ran his tongue over her folds, loving the taste.
Erin soon stopped trembling and released her grip around his neck, letting Jack
up.

Erin wiped the drops of sweat on her forehead and then

looked at Jack, "I need; you. Please."

Jack smirked and slowly started to strip. She didn't want to

relax, take a breath or stop sweating. As he fiddled with the buttons, he felt
two hands on him. Turning to his right, Lucy stood next to him. She gave him an
intense stare, and his mind flicked back to when they were on the sofa
together. Erin didn't seem to notice or maybe didn't even care. She had a big
smile on her face, giving Jack the thought that if he kissed Lucy, Erin
wouldn't mind.

Lucy nodded at him and gave him a small smile. She battered

his hands away and quickly stripped Jack of his shirt. She ran her hand down
his chest, accidentally or not. Jack helped her out by slipping out of his
shoes while Lucy played with his buckle. She pulled his jeans down and looked
at his bulge, then back up at him. Jack wondered if she was going to touch it
or not. But instead, Lucy yanked down his boxer-briefs, joining Erin in moaning
at the sight of his erection springing free.

She mumbled something at him. Jack heard it as showtime, and

Lucy pushed forward on the bed and back into Erin's arms. She pulled him down
on top of her and into a long, passionate kiss, their tongues twisting
together. Erin spread her legs as Jack centered the tip to her opening. Again,
he felt another hand, this time around his shaft. His eyes were close and
remained that way, not wanting to know if it was Erin or Lucy who was guiding
his cock. It was hotter that way.

They all moaned as Jack sank his cock deep into Erin's

wonderful pussy. He heard his girlfriend whimper as he was entirely buried in
her cunt. She then shocked Jack by raising her hips and wrapping her legs
around his waist, constricting him. Something felt different. As Erin's pussy
caressed and massaged his shaft, she felt tighter, wetter and a lot hotter.

Erin looked up at him, her eyes half open and her lips

pursed. She felt the muscles of her pussy ripple around his shaft. Jack hadn't
moved, letting his thick cock pulsate in her cunt as she whimpered. Erin needed
it; there was an aura around her, desperate and very energetic. She then
loosened her grip around his waist and nodded her head, trembling at the first
slow thrusts.

"yes, yes, yes," she moaned.

While they fucked, Lucy laid next to them. She needed to be

naked. Pulling on the thin straps of her dress, Lucy stripped down to her
underwear. She saw both Jack and Erin turn to her as she exposed her large tits.
She gave them a wink and slid a hand underneath her panties, feeling her slick
pussy. Having two attractive people fucking right in front of her was making
her wet with lust.

"Yeah;" Lucy said, rubbing her pussy lips with the

palm of her hand.

Jack held on to Erin, pinning her arms back and thrust his

cock harder. He grunted while she whimpered at every stroke. Erin then threw
herself at him, slamming her crotch on his piston-like cock. He then released
her hands and went for Erin's shaking perky tits. With his fingers wrapped
around her nipples, Jack stabbed his cock in long, sharp thrusts as he pinched

"Yes! Yes! Oh Lord; Jesus Christ!" Erin cried.

She could feel herself getting stiff and very hot. Her moans

were overlapped by Lucy's. She turned her head and saw her friend staring at
her, biting her lip and trying not to come. Her panties were gone, and she had
two fingers stuck deep in her pussy while also playing with her clit. They were
at the same stage.

Their eyes stayed glued to one another's as Erin started to

shudder. Jack held onto her waist, frantically driving his cock deep into her
dripping pussy. Erin alternated from either gasping for air or groaning. Lucy
was the same. Her eyes lowered to the blonde's lips, and Erin's mind threw back
to when the s ance and how she needed to kiss her. Trembling, Erin pressed her
lips against Lucy's full pink lips.

The blonde medium moaned and immediately opened her mouth,

slipping her tongue past Erin's parted lips. She and Lucy had their eyes closed
as they got more into it, and quickly, their soft moans turned to muffled
cries, both cumming immediately.

"Ah!" Erin and Lucy screamed at each other, the

sound dampened by their glued together mouths.

Erin broke away from the medium and turned back to Jack. Her

pussy spasmed over his pounding cock, while bucking her hips as she thrashed,
prolonging her climax. Watching her, Lucy cupped her own tits, tugging her
nipples with her free hand while ramming her fingers hard and deep in her cunt.
She shuddered then jerked forward, letting a long shriek and writhed on the bed.

Coming down, they laid on the mattress, drenched in sweat

and panting. Erin looked at Lucy, ignoring her boyfriend and the fact he was
plowing his throbbing cock in and out of her pussy. Lucy smiled back, and they
kissed again. Their tongues outstretched and twisted together.

Jack couldn't hold back anymore. All lesbian action is

incredibly erotic, but when it involves someone who you love, it's out of this
world, and he came immediately. He tried to warn her, but just a satisfied
groan left his lips. Jack then shuddered at each pulse of his cock, his cum
filling his gorgeous girlfriend. She wrapped her legs back around him and
worked the muscles of her pussy, wanting more cum. His cock stopped twitching,
and Jack went weak, struggling to stay upright and not collapse on top of her.

He crashed back on his ass and arched his back, looking to

the ceiling. The pounding of his heart had gone, replaced by a gentle beat. The
same restless came over him. Looking at Erin, seeing his cum leak out of her
cunt, he was desperate for another round.

Lucy crawled in front of him, gripped his slick cock and

said, "Let me clean you up."

Her tongue probed his tip, lapping up the cocktail of his

cum and Erin's pussy juices. Before Jack could react, Lucy opened her mouth and
swallowed his head. She bobbed her head, resurrecting his cock back to life.
Making eye contact with Erin, she just smiled; it was okay. Jack looked back
down, running his hand through Lucy's hair.

The blonde slid her lips up and down his shaft, mouth-fucking

Jack with intense, otherworldly pressure. Lucy then ran her tongue up and down
his shaft, licking the entire length. Jack stared at Erin, his eyes bulging as
the medium drove his cock down her throat, his tip pushing further and deeper.
She hummed in delight before releasing her grip, her teeth scraping against his
sensitive skin as Lucy pulled her head back.

Jack then watched her and Erin exchange looks, Lucy letting

her mouth drop and biting her bottom lip. Her eyes widened, and Erin just
responded with a nod and a small smile. Lucy gave his cock one last kiss and
then crawled up the mattress. She laid on her back, her knees bent and thighs
spread open, displaying her shaved crotch and delectable pussy.

"You need to fuck her," Erin said, kneeling by

Lucy, her face blank.

Nodding his head, Jack shuffled forward and rested his hands

on Lucy's knees. His cock was painfully hard, pointing directly to the blonde's
dripping pussy. With complete ease, Jack slid his cock deep into her. She felt
so tight. Just like Erin, Lucy's pussy felt snugger around his cock, also
blazing hot and slippery with juices. Jack moved his hips, long deep thrusts
while he grunted. He grabbed her legs, holding them together as he pounded
Lucy's cunt.

"Fuck; Jack; you cock feels so good," Lucy sighed.

She moaned again and bit her lip, then rolled her head side

to side. Erin was on her knees, in a trance, while she watched them. Lucy could
see her friend's pussy, wet and needed to be kissed. They had kissed before;
this is just a natural progression. Lucy reached up and pulled Erin's hand away
from massaging her tits.

"Get on top of me," she said in a whisper.

Erin trembled at her touch, and Lucy needed to repeat

herself before she understood what to do. She nodded her head and swung her
legs over Lucy's head. She looked to the sky, ignoring Jack and lowered her
crotch down. She shook and yelped, a very high pitch cry as her pussy touched
Lucy's already parted lips and her extended tongue. It wasn't that wrong to
have another woman feel her.

Lowering her head, Erin made eye contact with her boyfriend

and said, "Jack; she's licking my pussy!"

She writhed and grounded her crotch on Lucy's mouth. The

blonde kissed her throbbing lips, making her twitch with delight. Erin then felt
Lucy grab onto her thighs and push her powerful tongue deep inside her pussy,
her juices coating the medium's face. Erin moaned again; this felt different
from Jack eating her out, a lot more wicked. Her hands reached, and she lewdly
pinched on her erect nipples, moaning with a jolt of pain.

Jack still held onto Lucy's legs, furiously pumping his cock

as he watched Erin go crazy with lust. His eyes stayed glued on Erin, watching
her squirm and whimper. He imagined what Lucy was doing to his girlfriend,
exploring Erin's dripping pussy with her tongue, moaning at the taste of her
hot, sweet juices. It overwhelmed Jack, and he slammed fuck the medium.

Erin couldn't take it anymore. As Lucy thrust her tongue

deep inside Erin's pussy, she felt something brush against her sensitive clit.
That was it for Erin. She arched her back and then spasmed, wailing a scream of
pure ecstasy. She could hear Lucy moan, maybe begging for more. Erin grinded
her cunt against Lucy's rolling tongue, riding out her climax until she finally
stopped, collapsing against the headboard.

With Erin off her, Lucy gasped for air. Her face was wet

with slick pussy cum. She made eyes with Jack, who had let go of her legs and
was just staring back at her with a piercing look. He dropped down and licked
his girlfriend's juices off her. Lucy felt his hands on her large tits,
kneading them as he pounded her cunt. He then planted his lips on her neck,
kissing up to Lucy's ear lobe. She shuddered as she felt Jack's breath against
her ear but ultimately lost it when he bit her earlobe.

"Oh, Fuck!" Lucy screamed. Her curvy body went

stiff before spasming as the orgasm hit her like a truck. Her eyes met Erin's,
and she grinned back at the blonde, nodding at her. Her hips frantically bucked
against his, while her face knotted in intense relief. Her lungs begged for air
as she carried on trembling.

Jack held onto her still-shaking body, thrusting his cock.

Her pussy felt amazing, squeezing and caressing his probing cock. But, he
needed to cum and knew he couldn't survive any longer. He tightened his grip
around the medium, ready to flood Lucy's cunt with his thick, hot cum. But then
he felt a push against his chest.

"You need to fuck Erin again," Lucy said in

between deep gasp. "Frigga will demand it. You need to cum inside
her."

Groaning and cursing at himself, Jack rolled off Lucy and

laid on his side. He looked at Erin, giving a half-smile and shrug. It was her
choice how she wanted him.

A dirty smirk appeared on Erin's face, and she lifted Lucy

up from the mattress. "I want to taste you."

Lucy beamed and kissed her softly. A growing desire then

made Lucy open her mouth and slide out her tongue, exploring Erin's welcoming
mouth. Her hand ran down Erin's back, stopping at her ass and giving her a
playful slap.

She broke from their kiss to grab a pillow. Putting against

it the headboard, Lucy sat on top of it and spread her legs for Erin, her pussy
moist and waiting to be touched. Erin got the idea and crawled to her open
legs. Face to face with another woman's pussy, Erin remembered Genesis,
Corinthians and Leviticus. But then there was this urge to kiss Lucy's cunt,
and Erin lowered her head.

Erin gently kissed Lucy's slick, throbbing pussy lips. She

could feel herself tremble, worried she doing something wrong. But when Lucy
moaned, a pleasurable moan, Erin smiled to herself. She ran her tongue up and
down, bringing more moans. Her friend was wet with anticipation, and Erin found
the taste interesting. Getting bolder, Erin pushed her tongue deep into Lucy's
folds, swirling and licking every spot. It felt good, but something was
missing.

She straightened her back and looked over her shoulder,

finding Jack. He was dumbstruck, casually playing with his cock as he watched.
His cock looked incredibly thick and hard. "Jack," she said, "I
need you."

He nodded and got behind her. He stayed still for a moment,

admiring how beautiful she looked on all-fours. Jack ran his hand down her
back, appreciating her soft skin and stopped at her taut ass. Cupping her
cheeks, he gave Erin a quick squeeze before grasping his cock. Jack rubbed his
head against her inner lips and shoved his cock into her, grunting with every
disappearing inch. He sighed as the muscles of her pussy clasped tightly around
his cock.

"Oh; Jack," Erin moaned. She took a deep breath

and pushed her ass back.

Another shudder hit her as Jack's cock became nestled

entirely inside her, and Erin moaned again.

Lucy sighed and hissed, wanting more. Erin then drew out her

tongue, stroking it up and down her cunt. The tip of her tongue edged closer to
Lucy's erect clit. Remembering how Jack made her scream and shake when he
played with her clit, Erin flicked the swollen bud. Lucy bucked her hips and
cried, begging for more.

Jack stared at the blonde, her face contorting with

pleasure, and he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Still holding on to
Erin's ass, he bucked his hips, slowly fucking her at first. But he instantly
picked up his pace. Slamming his cock in and out of her soaked pussy without
pause, the sounds of his balls slapping against her displaced the girls
moaning.

Throwing her head back, Lucy screamed as Erin's tongue drove

deep in her cunt, and the former ghost was tongue-fucking her. She couldn't
believe that this was happening or that Erin was such an expert. She cried
again as Erin pressed her tongue back against her clit. Lucy had her hands on
the back of Erin's head, grinding her face against her wet cunt.

"Oh; Fuck Yes!" Lucy shouted, her body violently

shaking, an intensity that she had never felt before. A copious amount of fluid
dripped out of her spasming pussy, and Lucy groaned as she felt a tongue lap
them up.

Erin raised her head and looked up. Lucy lay against the

headboard, breathless. Between whimpers, she lowered her lips back down and
kissed her still-shivering pussy. She got back on all-fours, groaning from
Jack's assault. Lucy regained her energy and kneeled in front of her, pressing
her lips against hers. Their lips quickly parted, and their tongues swirled
together.

Lucy then pulled back and said, "You need to ride

him."

She waddled towards Jack, wrapping her hands around his

face, kissing him as Erin kneeled. Lucy reached down and grasped his pulsating
cock, coated in her friend's juices and slowly moved him onto his back.

Erin took a deep breath and stood up on the bed, terrified

that her knees would buckle at any moment. With a foot on either side of Jack's
waist, she slowly lowered herself down. She stared at him, her face grimacing
as her lips stretched over his impaling tip. Waves of electricity hit her as
Jack became fully buried inside her.

"Oh; Jack, I love you," Erin then moaned, feeling

his cock throb within the tight confines of her pussy.

"I love you too," he said, placing his hands on

her hips and rocking her back and forth.

Lucy got beside Erin, wrapping her hands around her waist,

giving her support. As Erin bounced on her hips, their tits rubbed together,
sending countless electric impulses through both their brains and their
pussies. Lucy buried her face in the crook of Erin's neck, lightly kissing her
pale white flesh as her free hand played with Erin's perky tits.

Jack gritted his teeth, losing his mind as he tried not to

cum. Lucy wasn't helping him. Lowering her head down Erin's chest, kissing his
girlfriend's tits. Her tongue then outstretched, circling around Erin's pink
areolas. This all made Erin cry in lust and furiously ride him, pumping her
hips and slamming her crotch down on his pulsating cock.

Erin gasped for air, and her body began to tense up as she

edged closer to another climax. Lucy sensed that and released her. She kneeled
next to them, watching from the sidelines. She chanted Frigga's name; her eyes
should have been closed, but she wasn't going to miss two hot people fuck.

As her pussy tightened around his cock, Erin dropped on top

of him, planting her lips on his for an intense kiss. She ignored her
shuddering body and forced her tongue into his mouth, jostling for control.
Erin then took his hands and pressed his palms against her shaking tits. She
raised her hips and slammed her ass down on Jack's throbbing cock. He pinched
her nipples, making her break the kiss and howl.

"Invoke Frigga," Lucy shouted; she had two fingers

deep inside her and the other hand cupping her tit.

"Oh; Frigga!" Erin cried. Her stunning body

spasmed over Jack, with her mouth wide open and her eyes rolling back in her
head. The hot, wet muscles of her pussy clamped around his rampaging cock,
boiling juices coating him as Erin begged for more. He held on tight as the
orgasm rippled through her body and mind, thrusting his cock. Intense heat
could be felt from her. This was supernatural.

"Fuck;" Jack grunted, gritting his teeth and toes

curling inward.

"Jack! Jack! Jack!" Lucy yelled, her body shaking.

"Say; Frigga."

His fingers dug into Erin's pale flesh, lifting her one more

time and crashing her tight spasming pussy against his cock. Jack rolled his
head back and roared, "FRIGGA!"

Jack shivered as he felt his balls beginning to empty,

releasing a torrid of cum that filled Erin. They held each other, their eyes
locked, and they both softly moaned. Ending spurts and spurts of cum shot of
his cock, and the still trembling walls of her pussy frantically milked his shaft
for more.

The tingling sensation of their climax lingered out what

felt like hours to Erin and Jack. They stared at each other, both panting and
slowly smiling. He made the first move, pressing his lips against hers for a
long kiss. She felt solid enough; maybe it worked. They heard Lucy's whimper
but ignored it, letting their tongues gently play. With nothing much to say,
they fell asleep.

Erin opened her eyes first. She was lying on a mattress. She

felt energized. Also, Erin was still wearing her underwear. Sitting up, white
walls filled with photos, a wooden bowl and ancient book surrounded her. She
sighed, thankful for being back in Lucy's room. She then turned, seeing Jack
asleep next to her. While on the floor, Lucy was crumpled against a wall, still
wearing her silver dress.

She leaned over Jack and prod him in the chest. Stirring, he

yawned but instantly became fully awake. Jack sat up and, like her, slowly got
used to his surroundings. A small smile appeared, and he then turned to Erin;
Jack brushed her cheeks with his fingers and kissed her.

"How do you feel?"

Erin grinned and said, "I feel grand."

She moved in and kissed Jack again. As their tongue slid

together, Erin opened her eyes and glanced at the sleeping Lucy. Was she going
to wake anytime soon?

To be continued. Based on a post by zeon 67.

For Literotica.

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