This sci-fi story contains sex between Tulpas <you might call them wet 
dreams>, so you have been warned.  This story is mine, and permission is given 
for archiving, though please don't make any money from it.  Any comments are 
welcome, and encouraged at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net.

Sex Among the Tulpas
By Shon Richards
	I found myself sat on a couch in the oddest Waiting Room I'd ever seen.  
Brad Pitt was sitting opposite me, reading People, with himself on the cover.  
Beside him, a young woman dressed like Marie Antoinette was doing a crossword.  
I was sharing the couch with a girl who was a total unknown to me.  She was made 
conspicuous by the white negligee she was wearing and the curly blonde hair that 
was long enough to curl on her lap.  I quickly concluded that I was dreaming.

	"Look, we've got a newbie!" someone to my right shouted.  I turned and was 
surprised to see a teenage guy wearing similar clothes to what I wore in High 
School.  Ok, it was more surprising that he had a physique so perfect that he 
couldn't possibly touch his own shoulders, but it was the frosted blonde hair 
that perplexed me the most.  That haircut was out of fashion when I was in High 
School.  Anyway, the guy was pointing right at me.

	"Calm down, it's ok," the Blonde to my right soothed.  My face must have 
betrayed the panic I was feeling but her touch on my arm was anything but 
soothing.  She was brimming with sensuality.  "Everyone is always a bit shocked 
when they come here.  Why don't you start by telling us your name?"

	"Ok," I conceded.  "My name is Lord Shon," I said but then I paused.  "No, 
that's not right.  My name's Shon Richards?  That doesn't feel right either.  
The 'shon' part does, but somehow 'Richards' feel false."

	"Don't think about it too hard," a small Asian woman said, walking around 
from behind me.  "Your memories are inherently flawed.  You'll only remember 
what Wendy remembers.  Brad's still trying to figure out his real name and look 
how miserable he is."

	I looked at Brad Pitt and noticed, yes, he did look a bit peeved.  I just 
assumed he was looking tortured because it was his idiom.

	"Who's Wendy?" I asked.  

	The Blonde beside me sighed.  "She's got another crush," she smirked.  "At 
least this one is good looking."  I got the odd feeling I've seen this blonde 
before, but I couldn't begin to place her.  As I was trying to place her, she 
began to brush her hair.  It was weird, she didn't move as much as her whole 
body shifted.  Even her legs were tucked under her and I never saw them move.

	"Where the Hell am I?" I asked.

	"In Hell," Brad sighed.

	"Shut up, Brad," the teenage guy said without malice.  "I've been here for 
sixteen years, you've only been here for five, so if I'm not complaining, you're 
not allowed to."  The teenager turned to me and smiled.  It was one of the 
friendliest smiles I had ever received.  There was something golden about him, a 
vitality that transcended his youth.

	"My name's Eric," he said.  "And this is not Hell.  For that matter, 
you're not really Shon Richards, but you think you are.  This is what we call 
the Waiting Room, and for all practical purposes, we're inside Wendy's mind."

	I snorted.  "I don't see any brains," I quipped.  I looked around and 
decided to stop being a smart-ass.  There weren't any walls.  Instead of a room, 
the horizon just stretched out to infinity fading into mist.  There was a couple 
of couches, a table and oddly enough, a water fountain.  There were other people 
than the five in the room with me, but their forms were indistinct, shadowy and 
immaterial.  They reminded me of the people you don't make eye contact with on a 
bus.  You know they are there, but you're not really looking at them.

	"Ok, just assume I believe you for now.  You still haven't explained who 
Wendy is," I said.

	"Romiko and I are the only ones here who have ever meet her in real life," 
Eric explained.  "She was in my English class and Romiko was her roommate in 
college.  We can tell you that she's a nice person, does her homework and is 
really, really shy.  I barely knew her at all, but she seemed nice."

	I turned to Romiko and I noticed that her eyes were just as blue as 
Eric's.  She was a beautiful Asian with the softness that comes from being 20 
pounds over the American concept of 'attractive'.  She was exotic and feminine 
and entirely non-threatening.  "Are you telling me Wendy is just some woman?  Is 
she a witch?  Some sort of computer genius?"

	The cute Asian shrugged.  "She's just a ordinary woman as far as we know.  
She kept to herself mostly.  I tried talking to her when we were roommates but 
she was always so shy.  I only stayed with her for a semester.  I had no idea 
she was bisexual."

	I sat up straighter.  "What do you mean?" I asked but I think I already 
knew.

	"We're her fantasies," Brad Pitt sighed.  "We are who she fantasizes about 
and who she thinks of when she masturbates.  Trust me, you'll see her soon.  She 
masturbates a lot.  You're not gay, are you?"

	"No!" I said.  "Not that there's anything wrong with being gay," I added 
lamely.

	The Blonde patted me on the shoulder again trying to soothe me.  "Don't 
mind Brad," she said.  "He's just terrified that Wendy will start fantasizing 
about gay guys.  It's clear she thinks about you because of your sex appeal." 

	I laughed.  "I'm not anyone's sex fantasy.  Look at me!  I'm a nerd for 
crying out loud."

	Marie Antoinette looked at me from behind a fan.  The fan had a design of 
a mermaid on its face.  "You look just fine to me."  

	I stood up out of nervousness and immediately knew what she was talking 
about.  I felt power.  There was a feline grace to my movements that felt 
completely unnatural for me.  I looked down on my body and nearly jumped out of 
my skin.  I was buff!  My hands went to my face, and although I couldn't 
remember how my face was supposed to feel, it certainly didn't feel right.

	The blonde was studying me oddly and then she nodded.  "I bet you're a 
writer, aren't you?  She's never seen a picture of you but this is how she 
thinks of you?"

	"Yes, I write . . . oh crap," I said as I sat back down.  "I write erotic 
stories," I said a bit embarrassed.  Back in my mind, I knew I did something 
else with my life but I was drawing a blank.

	"That's right!" Romiko said, a bit excitedly.  "I've read some of your 
stories!"

	"Don't be so embarrassed," the blonde laughed as I smiled weakly.  "At 
least you have a name.  I was a Playboy centerfold she saw once when she was 
young.  She's given me so many names over the years I don't even bother to name 
myself.  At least she doesn't know for a fact what you look like naked."

	"Small comfort," I said.  "How long am I going to be here?"

	There was an uncomfortable silence.  "It all depends on whether your real 
life version pisses her off," Marie Antoinette said.  "Hugh was here for almost 
three years until his real life version had that incident with the hooker.  Then 
he was gone, almost as soon as we read about it."

	"Read about it?" I asked.  I looked a little closer at my fellow prisoner.  
She had rich, luxurious clothes that revealed her powdered cleavage.  Jewels 
adorned her, especially a necklace that surrounded her tiny neck.  I felt like I 
had seen her before, and I realized that I recognized her because she was 
EXACTLY what someone would imagine Marie to look like.  Imaginations must be 
pretty universal.  It was odd talking to Marie Antoinette, but it just goes to 
show, women have the strangest tastes.

	"It passes the time," Eric said.  "Everything Wendy reads and sees is on 
the table."  He pointed to the magazines.  In all the confusion of finding 
myself in someone's mind and talking to sexual stand-ins, I hadn't paid much 
attention to the furniture.  I noticed a stack of printout sheets and picked it 
up.  It was my stories.

	"Wait a minute," I said, my brain catching up.  "Where did Hugh go?"

	Brad shrugged.  "We don't know.  He just disappears like the others.  For 
all we know, he might have died, or he might have gone somewhere else.  Either 
way, I'm ready to go."

	"But in the meantime," Romiko suggested, "you might as well read 
something.  It passes the time and sometimes, we get to see who's going to be 
dropping by next.  It also helps if Wendy finds out something new about you.  
That way you learn about yourself the same time she does."

	I took their advice and started reading.  It wasn't long before I was 
'summoned'.  One moment I was reading "Labors of Claudia", and the next, I was 
having dinner with a charming, beautiful, and sexy lady.  I was dressed in 
something elegant although I never really got a good look at myself, I couldn't 
take my eyes off of Wendy.  She was Female Perfection personified.  I told her 
so, along with a hundred other things I wouldn't have ever been able to say 
without an editor to guide me through.  Imaginary Shon Richards was quite the 
smooth talker.

	Sex was wonderful, of course.  Rather unimaginative, but it was on top of 
the table.  Wendy was a selfish lover and I was not.  I didn't care, I was just 
smitten and completely in lust for Wendy's body.  I had to taste her nipples, 
hold her in my arms and kiss her passionately on the lips while my cock never 
ceased in it's penetrations.  Technically, it was impossible to do all of this 
at the same time yet somehow I was able to do it.

	Then, as suddenly as it began, it ended when Wendy sighed deeply and had 
her orgasm.  As soon as she had clenched and come, I was whisked away and I 
found myself back in the Waiting Room.  The others didn't even look up from 
their reading as I materialized back on a couch.  I was clothed, and possessing 
a monster erection.  I had never climaxed myself.

	"So that was Wendy," I tried to say casually, but my breathing was too 
rapid.

	"Pretty amazing, isn't she?" Eric asked.  I understood where he got that 
glowing smile.  It was the smile of a man who knows he is completely and totally 
loved.

	"It was weird," I answered.  "It was like a dream.  I did all these 
amazing things, yet I don't recall ever deciding to do any of it.  For that 
matter, I don't really remember much of what Wendy looked like.  I just know 
she's very beautiful.  I also know I was embarrassingly charming."

	Marie Antoinette was sitting next to me.  "You can't help any of it," she 
said disdainfully.  I noticed her bust was much larger than I had imagined it.  
"When she thinks of me, I do all these horrible things to her and then dominate 
her into having sex.  I used to feel bad about it afterwards, wondering why I 
kept being so cruel to her, and why I enjoyed it so much.  It took me a long 
time to realize it was just her sick fantasy, the little slut."

	I shook my head.  "I can't stop thinking about it," I said.  For one 
moment, she was the most important thing in my entire world.  All the things I 
had planned to say to her were forgotten when I saw her cute nose and her pretty 
smile."

	"She does have a pretty nose," Eric sighed.  Damn, he was smitten for a 
sex fantasy.

	I thought about it.  "No, she doesn't," I decided.  "In fact, I'm pretty 
sure her nose was quite large, but when I think of it, I only see the tiny 
button nose she wanted me to see."

	I stood up and started pacing, mostly to suppress my annoying erection.  
"This is fucked up, I'm getting out of her."

	The Playboy Blonde tipped her head back and laughed and the light seemed 
to fall differently on her.  "You can't escape a woman's mind.  There are no 
doors, there's no 'outside' that's physical and there's nowhere to go if you 
could escape.  The only reason you exist is because Wendy wants to fuck you."
  
	I stopped walking around.  "That's what I hate," I admitted.  "I know I'm 
more than a sex object.  I think I have a wife.  I suspect that I have friends.  
I feel like my life is being robbed because I'm stuck here."

	"Hell, yeah!" Brad yelled.  "I'm a damn movie star!"

	Eric sighed.  Romiko put down her magazine and looked at me with pity.  
Her blue eyes were huge and I was confused.  Don't Asians have brown eyes?  Did 
Wendy prefer blue eyes or was she just remembering wrong?

	"You just won't accept it," Romiko began.  "You are NOT Shon.  You're what 
Wendy THINKS is Shon.  You're a lot of guesswork and a little bit of hopeful 
wishing.  There's no life to get back to.  The real Shon is fucking his wife; 
writing more stories and is going to die one day.  You're just everything Wendy 
hopes you are.  Doesn't that kind of immortality appeal to you?"

	I started to say something, but stopped.  I just couldn't explain how the 
futility of it all galled me.  So many people search for a purpose in life, and 
these people knew what it was for them.  It seemed to comfort Romiko, Eric and 
the Blonde, but Marie, Brad and I appeared to not be content.  I wonder if that 
was my appeal to Wendy?  Did she like Brad and me because she thought we 
wouldn't like confinement?  It was terribly confusing.  I was questioning 
whether I was really discontent or if someone preferred me that way.

	I sat back down, and read a printout of Vicky Morgan's new story.  At 
least Wendy had good reading tastes.  Conversation didn't seem to be a pastime 
of the others, so I didn't disturb the silence.  Occasionally music would come 
filtering in, top 40 hits mostly.  I smiled, wondering what the real Shon would 
think if he knew one of his fans actually liked Whitney Houston.

	I thought about the real Shon a lot. I wondered if he got off on this sort 
of thing.  Would he be flattered to know women masturbated about him or would he 
be embarrassed?  Did people who really knew him fantasize about the real Shon?  
Did his wife read his stories and if she did, did she know the difference 
between the real Shon and Shon the writer?  Did Shon fantasize about his 
readers?  My head started to hurt when I thought about an imaginary Wendy being 
fucked in Shon's mind. 	
	
	Time was strange.  Maybe it was the lack of biological functions but, to 
me, it seemed like days went by without the awareness that time had passed.  A 
television appeared from time to time, mostly showing sitcoms and romance 
movies, yet they seemed to chain together endlessly.  I read the entire "Seville 
Communion" in one sitting.  Oddly, it didn't inspire me to write, which was 
good, because I doubt you could create anything in this strange life.

	Wendy summoned me twice more.  Each time was just as bizarre as the first 
time.  At one point, we fucked in a bowling alley, just like "To the Victor".  
The other time was a three-way with Eric on the beach.  That one struck me as 
funny, because I knew I had never written a two-guy/one girl story.  I'm not one 
for sharing.  That second time bothered me the most, because I was convinced 
that I was not acting according to how I truly was.  For one thing, I was 
talking too much.  My character seemed to fill the function of sweet talker.  
That almost annoyed me as much as the fact that I didn't ejaculate again.

	"This is really starting to suck," I exclaimed when we got back to the 
waiting room.

	"I don't feel that way," Eric said, a goofy smile on his face.  "I love 
being around Wendy."

	"Sure you do, that's the way she made you," I said.  "Have you read any of 
my stories?  My ego is a raging Id.  I can accept being a sex slave, but even in 
slavery we keep a bit of our own desires and personalities.  And another thing, 
why can't she imagine us having an orgasm?  Would it kill her to let us cum?"

	The Blonde laughed.  "Wendy is funny about the icky stuff.  I remember her 
saying that once in an orgy with the cast of Miami Vice."

	"Shit, am I going to have to masturbate to maintain my sanity?" I laughed 
as I flopped on the couch.  No one else was laughing.

	"What?  Are we not supposed to talk about our own sexual needs?" I asked.

	"It's just not something we talk about," Marie said from behind her fan.  
There was an actual flush of color on her pale face and cleavage.

	"You're kidding me," I said.  "No one sits behind a couch and masturbates 
while the others read?"

	Eric was visibly squirming now.  "No!" he said.  "Why should we?  Wendy 
handles all of our sex needs as it is."

	"God help me, I'm spending eternity with a group of faithful fantasies," I 
said.  "Listen, Wendy does three things I've noticed.  She reads a lot, she 
watches TV, and she diddles herself with a equal gender crowd.  I don't know 
what I did in my real life, but judging from how bored I am, I suspect that I 
had more variety in my life.  That's just a suspicion.  But from the nagging 
erection in my pants, I suspect that I had a pretty active sex life, even if it 
was just from writing stories.  If I don't relieve some tension soon, I'm going 
to get more irritable than Brad is."

	Brad wasn't offended by the comment, but everyone else seemed shocked.  
"Well, if that's what you want to do, then I guess you can," Romiko said with 
some doubt.

	I looked around at all of their guilty faces.  "None of you have ever had 
an orgasm here?" I asked.

	"Oh, we climax all the time with Wendy," the Blonde exclaimed.  The light 
was revealing her nipples from under her white negligee.  

	"Those are different," I said with a smile.  "Those are the orgasms that 
SHE wants you to have.  Haven't you ever wondered how it would feel if you had 
an orgasm on your own terms?"

	They took a moment to think about it.  

	"Shon's right!" Marie Antoinette exclaimed.  She stood up and hiked up her 
skirt.  The rest of the group just gasped at her rudeness, but Marie didn't 
care.  I didn't care either; she had wonderful white garters under that skirt.  

	"There's more to me than just a woman who spanks Wendy!" Marie cried as 
she sat back down.  She toyed with her bare pussy defiantly.

	I laughed as I stood up long enough to remove my pants.  "Keep talking 
dirty like that and I'll have an easier time masturbating."

	The Blonde smiled at me and touched my muscular thigh with a soft caress.  
"Who says you'll have to masturbate?" she said.  "I like the idea of doing 
something for once without Wendy directing.

	My skin tingled and I touched her long, blonde hair with my fingers and 
discovered that her hair was softer than anything I had touched before.  Just 
like I thought it would be.  The Blonde smiled and then her eyes looked down on 
my erection.  Looking back up at me, she parted her lips and took my cock into 
her mouth.

	"This is wrong!" Eric exclaimed.  "We've never done anything like this 
without Wendy!"

	"Well, you've never shared a room with a sex writer before," I said 
smugly.  The Blonde fondled my balls while she sucked me.  I figured the Blonde 
out from her devilish eyes.  Wendy thought all Playboy models were sluts.  It 
was a terrible stereotype but as the Blonde's hand went around to squeeze my 
cheek, I was grateful for the prejudices of women.  Damn, it felt good.  "Maybe 
Wendy's gotten more jaded since she met you and Romiko.  Hell, you think she 
summons Brad for his tender personality?"

	Eric fumed at me but then jumped as Romiko touched his shoulders and began 
to rub.

	"I'll make you a deal," Romiko said.  "Let's try it once, and if it's as 
dull as reading and watching TV, then we'll never do it again Eric."

	I watched Eric's face enter into bliss as Romiko massaged his shoulders.  
An image came to mind, of Wendy one-day receiving a stress-free massage from her 
roommate Romiko and sparking a crush that has lasted through the years.  It 
didn't surprise me when Eric agreed, to try it, just this once.
	
	Across from us, Brad never said a word but he was between Marie's powdered 
thighs, licking faithfully at the Royal Box.  At some point, he shifted into 
stark naked, and even I had to admit he was built like an Adonis or a Sorbo.  
Marie was holding Brad by the ears as he delved into her with his mouth.  I 
admired the way she tilted back, her nipples rising above her dress, peeking out 
and as hard as pebbles.

	My own cock felt even harder as the Blonde sucked, licked and stroked me 
with her mouth.  It was an impossible blowjob, taking all of my immense 
imaginary girth and sinking her lips down to the hilt of my cock.  I made love 
to her golden hair with my hands.  Her hair was so sensuous and perfect.  It 
never tangled as I ran my hands through the long strands of silky softness.  I 
lifted her waist long hair to my face and breathed in the clean fragrance.

	Romiko and Eric were naked now, and Eric was lying back on the table, 
knocking the magazines to the floor.  Romiko straddled him, guiding his cock up 
into her sex.  I wondered if Wendy had every really seen Eric's cock, or 
Romiko's pussy, but it didn't matter.  Romiko shuddered as she sat down, her 
hands entwined in Eric's chest hair.  Eric's own hands were cupping Romiko's 
breasts, sinking his fingers in her pliant flesh.  His hips lifted, sending his 
cock into Romiko and pushing her forward into his loving hands.

	Opposite them, Brad was standing up, holding Marie completely off the 
ground.  She was sitting on a combination of Brad's cock and his hands.  Her 
legs were wrapped around Brad, her ankles tightly locked against his firm 
buttocks.  Her arms were gripping his hair while her head was throw back, 
moaning loudly as Brad lifted and dropped her repeatedly on his cock.  Marie's 
hair remained in its perfect coif, never in danger of falling as Brad fucked her 
impaled body.

	I broke the Blonde from sucking my cock and sat down.  Laughing like young 
lovers, I sat her on my lap.  Her magnificent breasts, which had never sagged 
since Wendy first saw them in Playboy, bounced in front of my face as the Blonde 
sank onto my cock.  Her hands on my shoulders, she rose and dropped on my cock 
and I met her thrust for thrust.  It was every teen's dream, to be fucked slowly 
and lovingly by a Playboy model and I had something better than the real thing: 
I had the actual fantasy.

	Brad carried Marie to over Eric's moaning face.  The movie star lowered 
the Queen and disengaged as Marie's thighs came down over Eric's surprised 
mouth.  Marie sat comfortably down on Eric's face, transferring her hands to his 
stiff cock as Romiko moved off of him.  I watched as the elegant Queen leaned 
back and stroked Eric's cock as he ate at her delicate sex.  Marie still wore 
her lavish gown and she used it to discreetly cover Eric.  Only she knew what 
exactly was happening there.

	Brad helped Romiko stand up and then he came behind the Blonde and kissed 
her on the back of her neck.  Without a word, the Blonde rose up from me, 
sighing as Brad held her breasts from behind.  I moved away as the Blonde fell 
forward, holding herself up by grabbing the back of the couch.  Her legs spread, 
she invited Brad's cock and the two melded together.  He held her hair like 
reins as he drove into her, again and again with the rhythm of a good ride.

	I kissed Romiko as we stood together.  There was a sensual energy in the 
air that bonded us six together.  I desired her, and she desired me, but we 
enjoyed our desires as ourselves without the coloring influence of Wendy.  We 
kissed for an age, marveling at the precious joy that comes from kissing the way 
you wish to kiss.  Kissing for ourselves was a privilege no one should lose and 
we never knew how much we had lost until we kissed each other then.  Her breasts 
pressed erotically against me as I clutched her to me.  My cock was hot against 
her molten sex yet we didn't enter.  We were having enough sex just by kissing 
freely.

	"There's something missing," Romiko said between gasping kisses.  "I can 
feel it."

	"Yes," Brad cried out as he continued to fuck the Blonde from behind.  
"It's like, being close to coming, but more intense."

	They were right.  I had attributed the sense of incredible desire to 
simple sensation overload.  But as I kissed Romiko again and lost myself in her 
full lips and sensuous tongue, I realized something acutely missing.  For a 
moment I panicked, worrying that there was something that prevented fantasies 
from having sex, but I decided it was something else.  I could feel what was 
missing, and it was simply the desire to have more.

	I broke my kiss with Romiko and explained what I suspected.  She agreed 
and went over to Brad and the Blonde.  The Asian pulled Brad out of the Blonde 
and to quiet his complaints, she took his cock into her mouth.  Romiko licked, 
kissed and worshipped Brad's cock as she sat down on the couch.  The Blonde 
looked annoyed, but Romiko reached out for the blonde's hand, and guided that 
hand to between Romiko's open legs.  The Blonde smiled, and I was reminded that 
in Wendy's mind, all women were bisexual.  Romiko shuddered as she sucked Brad's 
cock with the Playboy Blonde happily stroking her sex and nibbling on an Asian 
nipple.

	  Marie was sitting on Eric's face, her body leaning back as she stroked 
his erect cock behind her.  As I stood in front of her, Marie rose back up, a 
graceful motion like a ballerina.  She cupped by balls gently and tipped her 
head down to lick slowly at my cock.  I never entered her mouth but I groaned 
anyway as her tongue slowly covered my erection with lavish attention. Marie's 
eyes were closed in intense sensation, her nipples clearly visible now.  I 
reached down and touched her powdered breasts, marveling at how smooth and 
flawless they felt.

	As Marie licked at my cock, I could feel Eric nibbling at her sex and 
somehow, I could taste Marie in my mouth as well.  There was a synergy happening 
that was supposed to happen in sex between lovers but was usually only a 
metaphor.  Energy flowed through us three and the look of intense ecstasy on 
Marie's face told me that they were feeling it too.  Sparks began to appear on 
our bodies like St. Elmo's fire.  

	Yet, something even more amazing was about to happen.

	Marie's tongue lingered down from the tip of my cock to my balls and as 
her tongue traveled, a memory awoke within me like a file being downloaded.  I 
remembered my wife, her name, her face and the fact that she loves Sailor Moon.  
As Marie's tongue traveled back up the length of my cock, I remembered all of 
the Zelzany stories that I had read.  Excited, I pinched Marie's nipples, and 
more memories came back to me; not Shon Richard's memories but the real Shon.

	"My name is Debra Jo!" the Blonde cried out.  As soon as she said it, I 
remembered her as well, masturbating to her centerfold as a teen.

	"I remember my mom!" Brad yelled as he continued to fuck Romiko's mouth.

	Marie's eyes were looking inward and I knew she was remembering things as 
well.  The feeling was euphoric.  It was proof that we weren't just living 
figments of Wendy's imagination.  None of us stopped what we were doing because 
we were afraid it would stop but we still were no closer to actual climax.  I 
could also feel memories on the edge of my mind that I still couldn't recall 
fully.  As amazing as this breakthrough was, there was still something missing.  

	"I know what we are!" I yelled as Marie took me fully into her lips.  
"We're Tulpas!"

	"What is a Tulpa?" Debra Jo asked.  When I turned to her, there were lines 
on her face as her body remembered better what she really looked like.

	"I'm not sure," I admitted.  "I remember reading about them, but I can't 
remember all of it."  I groaned as Marie's mouth sucked hard on my tip.  "I 
think it's a Tibetan word, and it means something that a mind creates."

	"Well we knew that," Brad said not unkindly.

	"Yes, but a Tulpa is something the mind produces that takes a life on it's 
own," I recalled.  "It's not completely the product of a mind, it's also 
affected by other influences.  Wendy didn't create us from scratch, I think she 
borrowed us."

	"but from where?" Debra asked.  She shuddered as Romiko's hand began to 
masturbate her.

	"I don't know, but we're getting closer to figuring it out now," I 
admitted.  "We just need to do more."

	Romiko took Brad's cock out of her mouth and her lips were shiny.  "We 
need to form a chain.  Everyone has to be fucking someone else and we all have 
to be connected."

	"Like a circuit," Brad laughed.  "Each one of us has a piece of Wendy and 
a piece of our real selves.  By fucking, we'll be connecting Wendy's sexual 
energy with each of us."

	Damn, the real Brad was a lot smarter than I would have thought.

	I helped Marie rise from Eric's mouth and I feel our memories already 
slipping.  Fear gripped me as I worried that we wouldn't be able to repeat the 
experience but they were dismissed when Debra Jo hugged my waist and I felt the 
slight glimmer of a charge between us.

	Marie dragged Brad to the ground, and once he was flat, she turned around 
to face his feet and lifted her skirts.  The Queen then straddled his cock, she 
groaned as she made the first connection.  Romiko then went to Brad's face and 
squatted above him, facing away from Marie.  The lovely Asian lowered her sex 
onto his waiting mouth.  As the two women sat upon Brad, the ethereal fire began 
anew.  Now we just had to add three more people. 

	Eric went to Marie and once again the lovely Queen opened her lips.  
Eric's cock eagerly went into the cupid bow of Marie's red lips and the Queen's 
hands clenched his ass as she sucked him completely down.  The fire leapt to 
include Eric's body, and the four were now wrapped in a blue glow around their 
sensual bodies.

	I guided Debra Jo to her knees and got behind her.  Her ass was a rich 
tanned brown and it was a visual and physical pleasure to enter into her sex 
from behind.  My cock seemed impossibly huge and her sex was impossibly tight 
yet still we merged together.  My hands went to her hips and I brought her 
crashing back onto my cock.  Debra cried out and Romiko reached out for her.  
The Asian brought the centerfold's face to her chest and offered a nipple to the 
moaning blonde.  Debra took the nipple into her mouth and I felt the taste of 
the sweaty chest as I continued to drive my cock into Debra.  The connection was 
complete.

	Memories flooded my mind to duel with the overwhelming sensations that I 
felt.  Through my cock I could taste Romiko's sex through Brad's mouth.  I 
remembered the joy of my wife's first night of bondage.  I felt the heat of 
Marie's breath as she sucked diligently on Eric.  I remembered the thrill of my 
first good story review.  I felt the sweet pleasure of a bitten nipple in my 
mouth as Debra Jo teased Romiko's breasts.  I laughed as I remembered what a 
snob my cat was.  I felt the tightness of Marie's sex as she bounced smoothly on 
Brad's cock.

	Somehow I opened my eyes and saw the rainbow of colors that was 
surrounding us all.  I also felt the Waiting Room leaving and the stress of 
velocity upon my face.  The six of us were causing something we didn't 
understand as we sucked, fucked, kissed, pinched and humped together.  I was a 
little afraid, and I knew they were too.  We were going somewhere, six Tulpas of 
desire, and we had no idea where we may end up.  Maybe we would return to our 
original personalities, confusing them with the thoughts of Wendy.  Maybe we 
would enter into someone else's Waiting Room, crashing their personal harem with 
the fantasies of a shy bisexual.  Or maybe we would enter some higher plane, a 
Nirvana for errant masturbatory ideals that have outlived their appeal.

	Our bodies intertwining, our senses aflame and our memories finally 
restored, I felt the beginnings of our orgasms.  I felt Romiko shudder as her 
orgasm began in her belly and radiated outward.  I felt brad sigh as he squeezed 
off inside Marie's sex.  I felt Debra shake as her climax pounded through her 
body.  I felt Eric moan when his cock erupted inside Marie's mouth.  And they 
all felt my bliss as my cock spilled forth inside Debra's tight, tight sex.  
With my orgasm adding to theirs, the flames sparked and we were off.  Our joined 
bodies blazed like a comet as we were taken towards our destination.  

	I felt a moment of pity for Wendy's empty Waiting Room.  I wondered if the 
new Tulpas would understand that the key to their freedom lies in the reason 
they were summoned.  My worries were forgotten as my attention was pulled ahead 
to our destination.  The six of us loved each other, giving support and comfort 
as we awaited our new fate.

Never the end.