4.25 –  Audience


    Kali pulled the strange woman along by her hand, shaking with excitement. Other park-goers gave her odd looks, obviously wondering why she was so flustered. The people seemed so real. Emotive, distinct, with realistic reactions. Were they actually other people dreaming, dragged in by Zoey’s arrival?


    Maybe if she hadn’t been quivering with arousal, she would’ve questioned her mysterious intruder. As it was, she pulled the woman to the central fountain of the park, which teemed with visitors—it was the middle of the day, prime time to bask in the sun—and sat on the stone ledge wrapping around the water’s perimeter. The fountain trickled in a steady stream.


    Zoey sat next to her. Kali spared a nce for the impressive bulge in her pants. She’d be acquainting herself to that shortly, but she needed to work up the courage.


    “Okay,” Kali said. “Go ahead.”


    Surprising her, Zoey tugged her onto herp. She handled her easily, with a strength that didn’t seem to fit. Though, that made sense. A wayfarer. How strong of one?


    Those thoughts were chased away. A thick, hot rod pressed against her ass throughyers of fabric. And … it was growing. Already it felt bigger than anything she’d seen or heard of, and it kept going. Just what kind of monster did this woman keep down there?


    Then Zoey’s hands slipped into Kali’s pants, and, forgoing further teasing—the heavens knew Kali didn’t need more—she plunged two fingers inside her.


    She moaned, and this time, people looked.


    People looked. Curious eyes pivoted to Kali at the loud noise. Not many. The park was crowded, and there was a bustle of people, but Zoey and Kali were just two seated around the fountain. Not prominent or loud enough to draw everyone’s attention. But definitely some.


    Zoey had, apparently, decided to get straight to things.


    A cute blonde woman not far away, lounging on the fountain’s edge like they were, widened her eyes in surprise. An older gentleman as well. A couple, seated on a bench a dozen feet away. There were varied reactions to seeing Zoey’s hand shoved down Kali’s pants, and Kali’s bright and flustered face. Some confused, as if not immediately understanding the sight that met them.


    They were watching her. Oh, gods. She was letting this happen.


    “Pull up your shirt,” Zoey murmured into her ear. “Give them a show.”


    “Z-Zoey.”


    “Do it.”


    The authority in her voice surprised Kali—and made her stomach clench with need.


    Well … if she’d been ordered to …


    Kali bundled up her shirt, setting her exposed skin on fire. More people looked, and their reactions resolved faster into shock.


    “Bra too,” Zoey ordered.


    “B-But—“


    “Now.”


    Kali tugged down her bra, revealing her tits. The activity around the park fountain stilled as more and more people looked over and saw what was happening. Some simply stared. Other faces twisted into disapproval or even disgust at their indecency. That was almost better, squirming her insides with shame and making Zoey’s thrusting fingers send electricity through her body. Others watched with lust.


    “Fuck me,” Kali moaned, shaking on top of Zoey’sp, feeling her thick cock rub into her leg. She needed more.


    “You’re a little pervert, are you?” Zoeyugh-murmured into her ear. “Look at them watch.”


    “No,” Kali gasped. “I mean <em>fuck me</em>. Please.”


    Zoey’s fingers stilled. Maybe she’d thought Kali would want to work into things slower, and that had been true a second ago. Not anymore. She wanted something thick and hard inside her. Toplete this indecent act and degrade herself as thoroughly as possible in front of the gathering crowd.


    Not that there was a crowd. The reactions were real to life. Mostly, people stared from their respective ces, shocked and unable to tear their eyes away. Some enjoyed Kali’s exposure, some were disapproving. No one approached. A few people had frozen on the walkway.


    Zoey’s hand slipped from Kali’s pants, and Kali wiggled the fabric down her legs, revealing her panties to her audience. Entire body on fire, she pulled those down, next. Revealing herself. Her pussy. To everyone watching.


    Zoey followed, freeing her cock. Kali looked down between her legs, eyes widening. It reached to Zoey’s knee, radiating heat into Kali. What in the world? How was it so big?


    Well. It <em>was </em>a dream. She must have made it for this purpose. Adjusted it, somehow. How much could Zoey control their environment? If she could enter dreams, could she manipte them?


    Not that Kali was able to focus on her curiosity. Zoey stood, pushing Kali onto her feet, and before she knew it, the tip of that enormous, thick rod was sliding against her pussy, warning her of imminent entry.


    She was … about to be fucked. In public. By a girl with a cock. A cock as long and thick as her forearm. While everyone was watching.


    Zoey pushed in. Kali moaned, hot cock filling her pussy, spreading her apart in a way she had never experienced. Stuffed full. She’d never had so much cock crammed into her in her entire life. Her pussy strained to amodate Zoey’s enormous, throbbing girldick.


    And it happened in front of a crowd that slowly grew bothrger, and even more shocked than before. They murmured to each other, looking side to side, as if not believing. Hazily, she basked in their admiration, disgust, and surprise, one hand diligently keeping her bra and shirt tugged up for their viewing pleasure.


    Then Zoey scooped her up, making Kali’s pants vanish and freeing her confined legs. Then, suspended in the air by two powerful arms, she spread Kalie’s legs wide open, disying her fourteen inch cock pushing into Kali’s pussy for everyone to see.


    How was it fitting? She could feel Zoey in her stomach. It literally bulged her tummy outward by an inch or more. And that bulge kept crawling higher up her skin. She was torn between watching that, and her audience.


    Zoey bottomed out, then started pumping. She bounced Kali up and down her enormous girldick, handling her weight easily. The strength of a wayfarer. Kali suddenly understood why so many of her friends talked about them with so much admiration and envy.


    “They like it,” Zoey whispered in her ear. “They like watching your pussy get spread open. And you do too. You’re such a shameless slut, aren’t you?”


    Kali’s head went fuzzy. Zoey pped into her, cramming cock into her deepest reaches. It probably ought to hurt, having fourteen inches of girldick pump into her cervix, but it didn’t. It was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt, triply amplified by how eyes crawled across her body. Strangers. A sea of strangers, watching another woman cram her full of cock.


    She could get addicted to this. Maybe she already was. Would she be able to resist keeping this to dreams, now that she knew how amazing it was? What would it be like in real life?


    “That was a question,” Zoey growled into her ear. “Say it for your audience.”


    “I’m … I’m a shameless slut,” she gasped. “A stupid … <em>whore. </em>Who likes being fucked for other people to watch.”


    Fire coursed through her, and she couldn’t fight it. Not remotely. It was overwhelming in its pleasure.


    “A stupid whore who’s about to cum for me?” Zoey asked.


    “Y-Yes.”


    “Louder.”


    “A stupid whore who’s going toe for you,” Kali cried out, shaking. “A-And her audience. She’s cumming for her audience.”


    Kali’s body arched as the first hints of orgasm started to clench her. She cried out, and—


    ***


    — and somebody shook her shoulder, wrenching her out of the dream and back into the waking world. Her pussy pounded with echoes of Zoey’s enormous cock. Her arousal remained, even if the cock bringing her ecstasy had disappeared. She shot up in bed, blinking at the darkness.


    “Kali?” Amy asked, wide-eyed. “Are you okay?”


    Kali panted, body slick with sweat, face burning. She stared at her roommate, brain struggling to piece together what had happened. And to sort past her outrage of being denied one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever felt.


    “You were being really loud,” Amy squeaked.


    Amy, too, was flushed. Almost as much as Kali. Kali could imagine what kinds of noises she’d been making. They must have been intense for Amy to barge in and check on her.


    Kali ought to be mortified. And she was. But another emotion superseded it. A coursing heat—the first hints of orgasm that had been so rudely canceled by Amy shaking her shoulder.


    “I was having the most amazing dream of my life,” Kali said tly, “and you interrupted it.”


    Amy stared, wide-eyed and mouth open, at her.


    “And now I need to finish,” Kali said, “so you should probably leave.”


    She was too addled by lust to be horrified at her bluntness. She and Amy were roommates and close friends, but not nearly on <em>that</em> level of honesty. For Kali to admit that she desperately needed to finger-fuck herself to ease the burning neediness between her legs. Not that her fingers would match up to Zoey’s cock, and the fantasy she’d been in, but she <em>needed </em>relief.


    Which was why Amy’s response shocked her so much.


    “Do you … want help?”


    For a long moment, Kali stared, sorting through the meaning of the words. Then she grabbed Amy by the waist and pulled her into bed.


    ***


    Zoey was ejected from Kali’s dream all at once, no warning or exnation why. One moment she’d had the timid dark-haired exhibitionist’s pussy squeezing her cock, the next she’d popped back into the dream world, orbs of varied light sprawled in every direction, set on a backdrop of inky ck.


    She didn’t have a cock, anymore, as a formless entity made of thought, but despite that fact, her spirit-dick throbbed in annoyance. She hadn’t been close to finishing, but being interrupted like that was highly unsatisfying. Plus, she’d felt Kali starting to mp down, and Zoey had been excited to feel her spasm in her grip.


    What had happened? She inspected Kali’s dream orb, but it had faded. She couldn’t make out the details anymore, obscured by imprable gray mist. Even the strands of light that connected her orb to others had disappeared to an almost invisible ck. The only reason she could identify them was because she’d been spat out right in front of it. Was this what dream orbs looked like when their target was awake?


    Kali had been woken, then? It was the only exnation she coulde up with. She doubted Kali had forcefully ejected Zoey from her dream, if that was even possible.


    Not fair. Even if Zoey herself had been denied, she’d have liked to felt Kali’s orgasm wrack across her, squeezing her cock with her tight, spasming pussy walls. Such a rude interruption.


    Maybe she coulde backter? But how would she find this orb in the enormous sea of them? Could she mark it, somehow?


    Either way, in the short term, she’d been thoroughly cockblocked.