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her torso, circling
her own bellybutton. Her muscles clinched and her hips thrust
forward at the sensation of hands traveling down her back until
enveloping her ass cheeks and squeezing them one in each hand.
Before Marla could reciprocate, she was caught off-guard again,
crying out in reaction to the distinct feel of a warm wet tongue
running the length of her slit. It moved from lowest part of her
opening all the way up to the little man in the boat, now dropping
sail, and standing strong in defiance to the coming storm.
    She imagined herself sinking into position
under her ghostly lover until she felt the weight of her straddling
her face. She dove into a warmth and wetness she could not possibly
be imagining, countering every sensation her lover sent her with
her own tongue. She reached up to find a complete body taking form
above her, although not in physical form, rather a kind of energy
and light. Keeping her eyes closed tight and working by feel alone,
Marla ran her hands up a torso that felt more real than anything
she'd ever experienced, until finding tight but perky breasts. She
circled the crest of the breasts until her thumb and fingers
glanced across rigid nipples.
    Every sensation she projected came back to
her only slightly altered, and before long, Marla was in a duel of
reciprocating pleasures with her phantom lover. They exchanged
licks, nibbles, sucks, and probing fingers until she stood on the
very apex of sweet release. She tried to stave off the impending
climax but it was coming, and all she could do was send back those
wonderful sensations she received. It wasn't until she was in the
throes of climax, her entire body humming and burning, that her
lover came into full view. For that brief moment, she saw the face
of her lover staring into her eyes, and it was a vision she would
not soon forget. She no longer cared what was considered right by
society or even her own previously narrow beliefs. This was right,
and there was nothing else. Deep inside her soul, she knew she
would meet this phantom lover someday, and let fate take its
course.
    ***
    In three short strokes, Joanne reached the
cusp of climax. The chair creaked under the strain as her head
dipped back and her hips thrust forward to meet the movement of her
own fingers. The view on the monitors was almost unreal but so
extremely hot. In the main test room, Holly slid down Katrina's
torso until her face was buried within the inner crevice of her
thighs. Katrina arched her back and let out a moan so loud Joanne
heard it through the sound-protected walls as well as through the
speaker system. The moan dissipated into short breathy gasps as
Holly reached upwards, taking one of Katrina's large breasts into
each hand, squeezing them, rolling her fingers over her standing
nipples, stopping only to give them a gentle pinch on each
pass.
    She licked her lips and
stroked herself faster as the image of Marla moving and writhing
assaulted her vision in unison with the image of Katrina and Holly
in the other monitor. She could clearly see Marla's tongue flash
over her lips, her head thrusting back as Holly dove into Katrina
in the next room. She gripped the sheets and arched her back at
such an extreme angle, and she appeared to levitate off the bed.
Joanne suddenly wished she was in that room with Holly, pleasuring
her the same way she was working on Katrina. Even more so, she
wished she were in the room with Marla exploring her soft curves
with her tongue. For now anyway, her desires would have to be put
aside for the sake of the experiment. From what she was seeing in
the monitors, it was a grand success. Now, they would just have to
continue to find a means of harnessing the telepathic talents of
her subjects. For now, her release would come from her own hand, and it was
coming soon.
    Unable to stand it any longer and sensing her
subjects were all nearing climax in the other rooms, Joanne pursed
her lips and let out her breath in a slow forceful push in