A World of Fantasies

I felt Dad kicking my legs further apart. My cock ached and dripped onto the tiled floor from the anticipation. 

"AH!" was my verbal expression of surprise at feeling his tongue rimming my hole. I've never been rimmed before, but I knew I wanted to feel this again, and as soon as possible. I don't know why this felt so good. It was just his lips and tongue moving around my opening and pushing in a little. "Aaaahhhhh," played like music as I opened my mouth before pushing my ass backwards for more. 

"Bad boy," Dad said when he pulled away. "You aren't wearing your butt plug," he informed me. I didn't know I was suppose to be wearing one. He pressed his chest into my back, and I felt his cock sliding between my ass cheeks and up towards my lower back. "I don't have the time to properly stretch you," he continued as he pushed his fingers into my mouth. "You were so late today, our morning fuck will have to be rushed for you to leave on time for school," Dad commented as he started to scissor his very wet fingers into my waiting ass. I moaned and thrust my butt further onto his fingers. 

Now I knew why Adam was wearing a butt plug so early in the morning. I think my other me got into bed and didn't get to prep himself before..."Oohh..." I moaned as Dad started to push his cock in. Thick inch by thick inch, until all hot, pulsing eleven of them were firmly embedded in my body. "Ooh Daddy," I moaned again. 

"Fuck you are so tight today Baby," Dad hissed out through his clutched jaws. I bet I was tighter than he was used to. He never fucked me before in my world. Outside of that one butt plug I mentioned before, I've only had sex with one guy, and he was nowhere as big as my Dad. 

"Oh Baby, my Josh," Dad moaned as he started to fuck me, causing my body to slide along the top of the table. Every time he buried himself deep inside, I shivered and wanted him to do it again. My ass cheeks stung from his impacting blows that sent tingles across my skin. I wanted more. 

"Faster Daddy, faster," I told him even as I felt the table under us start to slide across the floor. He complied, and he complied enthusiastically. The frequency of his long cock rubs over my prostate was blowing my mind. 

"FATHER OF GOD!" David shouted, and I came so hard I swear I lost my sight for a few seconds. My heart hammered into the wood on the other side of my ribcage. My legs melted, my ass tightened, and I tried to breathe. I inhaled through the new warmth that filled me. I exhaled through the crushing grip on my shoulder and waist. I drew breath through Dad's swearing over me like he was whispering a prayer. Then his warm, sweat-covered chest, which was studded with warm smooth metal, made contact with my back that I'm sure was just as slick. He bit the back of my neck before sliding his arms around my waist and kissing the imprint he left on my shoulder. 

"I would love to stay inside your a bit longer, but it's almost nine and you still have to bathe," Dad told me even as I felt one of his hands sliding down between the table and my stomach. His fingers brushed the base of my cock, and I pushed back into his crotch at the stinging of sensations that shot through me. "Mmm," Dad moaned across my ear. "Don't try to make me keep you home from school," he tells me as he succeeded in wrapping his hand around my cook that was still hard. 

"I-I'm not doing anything," I told him with my eyes closed in anticipation of him jerking me off. My breath was coming out in huffs since my cock was still sensitive, but he didn't do anything. At least not with his hand. Dad gripped me hard but kept me still as he slowly fucked his way out of my hole. It was a sweet farewell for something I didn't want to leave. 

"You are sleeping with me tonight," he told my ear before kissing the shell of it and letting me go. As Dad stood, I wondered if I would be able to. "Come on," he said as he slapped my ass hard. "School," Dad stated as he echoed what had been going through my head until I came downstairs. I shot upright and was able to use my legs to support myself. 

"Yes Sir," I said as I looked up at him. He reached his hand out and held my throat as he pulled me closer for a kiss. 

"Have a good day," he told me when he ended it. 

"See you later," I told him as he dropped his hand and took a step back. I somehow found the will to leave the kitchen. No one was in the living or dining room as I walked towards the stairs. I then felt it sliding down my thighs as I lifted my leg to start my ascent up to the second floor. I wondered about getting the carpet on the stairs dirty and wet when I realized the carpet was gone. I looked back the way I came and saw that all the rugs and carpets were missing from down here too. 

I wondered if they were ever here in the first place or did they leave when my Mom did. I didn't see any of us scrubbing cum and lube stains out of carpets as I now hurried to my bathroom for several reasons. 

My shower was quick, but thorough thanks to all the helpers I found in a basket. I had noticed that my bathroom wasn't the one I remembered, but nothing was especially noteworthy at the time. Now I saw that the shower had increased in size to not only house a few shelves, more dildos, plugs, shampoo, soap, and enemas, but people as well. There were at least four extra square feet of standing room and a bench in there now. 

I used the enema, some soap, and a little shampoo before exiting to try and get dressed for a second time today. I knew what two of the draws held or not held, depending on how you looked at it, so I checked the others. On my first try, I thought I hit something that was paydirt. 

We have a uniform for my school. Yeah, like we were still in high school or something. In my other world, my Mom was the one that had made sure they, she and Dad, had saved and invested enough money to send us to college and when plans were being made, it was decided that all of us would be going to the UMary. It had many things going in its favor as far as my Mom, and perhaps my Dad, was concerned and it developed a reputation as a fine school. As far as a Catholic college went. 

So I recognized the logo on the right side of the, and I'm using this term loosely, uniform, as well as the colors. The rest of it had me itching to go to my window to see what people were wearing in the streets. There was a picture on the outside of the packaged clothing, so you knew what was inside and what you had to wear. What made up my outfit for UMary was a white sheer tee shirt with the logo on the left sleeve. There was a skinny tie with a trio of stripes at an angle, displaying all the school colors. Black, white and blue. In place of the pants that I once wore, was a skirt with pleats, but they were shorter in the back of an already short skirt. Underwear was discouraged from being worn unless it was a thong or g-string. It was written on the package next to an asterisk. It also said that jockstraps were not to be worn by students, unless they were actively engaged in the playing of, or practicing of their enrolled sport. 

Was I enrolled in a sport? I saw jockstraps in my drawer earlier, but I didn't see any sporting equipment anywhere as I gave my room a once over again. 

Back to the package. There were thigh highs that were optional during the warmer months of the year and made of a thinner material than the winter version. On the bottom was a list of school-branded jewelry that we were provided with if we wore such things, to begin with. One, a cock ring with the school's logo etched into it. That part had to be on top. Two, nipple piercings with black crosses on the end. I guess I had to wear those. A nose ring with UM instead of a jewel, and black cross earrings. Pierced and none pierced. 

Well. I paused to let it sink in before I made up my mind and got dressed. I even looked around for some platform shoes and breathed a sigh of relief when I found none. I pushed my feet into my sneakers before grabbing my laptop and looking for my bag. I saw a bag before, but now that I was actively searching for my school bag, I realized that is what it was. Gone was my trusty crossbody bag that held my laptop and notes behind a protective layer of green cloth and padding. In its place was a see-through plastic backpack that was already half-filled with things that shouldn't be leaving my bedroom. Unless I was in a sex club at school. Or they could have been part of my sex education class here in this world. But at a Catholic college? I wouldn't know until I got there. Since they were already there I moved the huge black dildo that looked like it belonged on a horse, nipple sucking pumps, the bottle of lube, and the fleshlight around to make room for my laptop and then put back in the skin mag as a barrier between them. 

I was as set as I was going to be. My keys, hopefully, would be in its dish downstairs by the front door. I adjusted my thong under the pleated mini skirt, pulled up a little on my thigh highs, and tried to give my nipples less pressure from the tight shirt before walking out of my room. As I reached for the door, this dull hammering sound got louder. When I opened the door, I was once again looking into Adam's room. Why does he even have a door if he never closes it? I heard the moaning before I saw them on the floor. 

"Yes Father!" Adam shouted as he pounded his fist against the floor, and Father Keyy pounded him. They were both on the floor. Adam was in skin-to-wood contact with the planks. From the side of this face, that he pressed into the floor, down to the nails on his toes, that he scraped against it in his little fits. "Yes Father, Yes!" he continued to shout as Father Keyy pressed his hands into his body to keep him down as he fucked his ass and cock into the floor. 

"Seek your blessing Adam," Father Keyy said as he started to jackhammer him. They weren't paying me any attention, and I should be leaving. Wet slapping sounds were now present. I saw a small puddle under Adam as he bounced up before being pushed back down. Yes, leaving. I took a slow step down the hallway. 

"Fuck Me Father," Adam asked as if that wasn't what was happening to him. I took another sliding step. I could no longer see Adam's head but more of Father Keyy's body. His thighs had Adam spread wide as I watched him drill his big dick into him over and over again. 

"Do you want your blessing?" he asked Adam as sweat was flung from his body. 

"Yes Father," Adam replied. I now saw their legs as muscles tensed and relaxed to tense again. 

I had to leave. I slid a little more, then caught the railing to the stairs before I went over the top step. I grasped it and breathed. Yes. Leaving. I took a step down. School. I took the steps faster. I found my keys sitting in the purple dish that they lived in, in both worlds. I went outside and saw David sitting in my car waiting to be driven to school. Something else that I happily noted stayed the same in this world. He was a freshman this year, and as I got closer, I saw that he opted to wear the UM nose ring and not the thigh highs. 

I smiled at my car before getting in. It was a Mercedes-Benz CLA that I had custom painted. I was happy to see that it was still the same. I saved up and paid for it on my own. The paint job Dad had to help me pay off, but it was worth it. 

I was starting to think that the me I switched with, another theory that I had, was more like me than not.