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My Sweet Incubus
By Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

Sometimes love is so strong, it never dies. (MF, 
fantasy)

** 3:15am

My every nerve ending sizzled as if on fire. The 
pleasure was so intense that I gasped for air, hardly 
able to bear it. He pressed by body into the sweaty 
sheets as he thrust into me, faster and faster, with 
the sure ease of familiarity.

I was in a daze, he always did this to me, I couldn't 
control my emotions even if I tried, his body was 
overpowering, his sexual talents were masterful. All I 
could do was respond to his need and that response 
turned me into his willing whore... night after night. 
I would do anything to have him, to keep this 
lovemaking in motion for as long as possible. He was a 
god, my love god.

A moan escaped my parched lips as I felt my lover's 
body tense. I knew it would not be long now, I knew 
that he was on the knife edged precipice of orgasm. I 
couldn't wait for him, my body responded to his without 
my consent. I bucked against him, grabbing tight, 
holding him in me and groaning loudly as my mind went 
blank and my body and mind exploded beneath him.

** Two Months earlier:

It had been like this every night for the past two 
months. The first night that it had happened, I was 
lying in my bed sound asleep after an emotionally 
draining day. Then suddenly a man was climbing on top 
of me. He fumbled with my nightgown, pulling it away 
from my lower body.

That moment is burned into my brain. Those first few 
flashes of total and complete fear, my skin crawling 
and my breath catching in my throat. I was paralyzed 
with fear and horror, my mind wouldn't accept what was 
happening to me as the stranger forced my knees apart 
with his and then fumbled again as he pushed his hot 
erect shaft against me and then in one violent thrust, 
into me.

In that instant of fullness, as he thrust into me, I 
knew who the man was. I knew who was shoving me down 
into the mattress with each powerful thrust, taking my 
breath away. As my body began to respond, I cried out 
in passion and relief! I loved my attacker and would 
give myself to him any way he wanted.

I can still remember that first time; the wonderful 
feeling of comfort and love as he thrust into me again 
and again, making those little grunting pleasure 
sounds; sounds that I thought I would never hear again.

We made love in one long all-night session. He held me 
down and fucked me like a madman, staring into my eyes 
as he used my body for his pleasure. When he'd cum in 
an intense satisfied way, it would be my turn to climb 
on top of him and use him like he had just done to me. 
I milked him, cooling my heat, making him mine, holding 
him down with the my palms of my hands on his chest, 
finding just the right spots as I expertly maneuvered 
his manhood deep within me, riding him in just the 
right was to bring myself to a glorious orgasm, over 
and over again!

** 3:55am

"Oh god Karen, I'm cumming," he whispered into my ear, 
breathlessly. 

I held him tight as he thrust one last time and ground 
himself against me, filling me with his pleasure, his 
body jerking again and again, his heart pounding in his 
chest. All the while, making his little grunting sounds 
as he shoved deep into me and held... I wanted to keep 
him in me forever, just like that.

We lay there for a long time, listening to each other's 
heated breathing, but eventually, he pulled out of me, 
leaving me with an intense feeling of abandonment and 
disappointment. We had suddenly becoming two, when only 
moments before we were one. I clung to him for a moment 
longer, trying to stop him from pulling out me, but he 
was strong and just like every night before I felt him 
softening and then pulling out of my body.

** 6:33am

I woke to the sound of birds singing and early morning 
light streaming in through my bedroom blinds. I knew 
what I would find, because it had been the same for the 
past two months. Slowly sitting up in bed, I could see 
my reflection in the mirrored closet doors across the 
room from me. What I saw was a women of almost 30, in a 
rumpled bed with the sheets tangled around her limbs 
and no one else in the room.

There was the usual feeling of loss and fear of 
insanity and depression. All of these emotions came 
crashing down on me each morning when I realized that 
Jack had not really been there. That it had all been a 
dream. Intellectually I knew what had been happening 
every night wasn't real, it was just that... it 
'seemed' so real.

The first night that it happened, had been a week after 
Jack died. Of course, we hadn't made love for the last 
6 months of his life, he was just too sick. That first 
night I just chalked my dream up to a vivid imagination 
and my sadness mixed with guilt at having finally lost 
my husband and lover to cancer.

But then came the next night and the sex was even more 
intense. No matter how hard I tried, I never seemed to 
be able to tell what time it was when Jack came to me, 
or even were we were. It was as if we were in another 
world and the only thing of importance was that we were 
together, making love to each other without a care in 
the world. Just like it used to, just like in our 
College days, when we had first met.

After the first couple of weeks, I accepted the dreams. 
I actually looked forward to them when I went to bed at 
night. I knew they were just very vivid dreams, more 
vivid that real life seemed to be. But the one thing I 
couldn't understand was the state of my body every 
morning. I always woke up feeling like I'd just been 
royally fucked, just like back in our College days. 
Only now it was every night without fail.


** 6:45am

With a quiet groan I climbed out of bed. Whether I 
liked it or not, I had to start the day. My daughter 
Deidre would be awake soon and there was breakfast to 
make and she needed to be off to school on time.

As I stood, I felt momentarily sick. Running to the 
bathroom I just barely made it to the toilet before I 
vomited up my dinner from the night before. Then 
leaning over the toilet bowl with my hands on the seat 
and my face over the hole I retched again even though I 
had nothing else to expel. After several more minutes I 
finally straitened up to look at my reflection in the 
bathroom mirror. My eyes widened as I realized that the 
nausea I was feeling was just like the morning sickness 
I'd experienced when I was pregnant with Deidre.

I mentally shook myself to clear the fuzziness from my 
brain and almost laughed at the absurdness of that 
thought. It would have been funny if I hadn't felt so 
wretched. I knew I couldn't be pregnant, I hadn't been 
with a man in over half a year and my dreams certainly 
wouldn't count.

Then the thought crossed my mind that I might be sick. 
Really sick. After all, when you've spent a year with a 
gravely ill husband and the last half of that year 
knowing that it was only a matter of time before he 
would be dead, well, it makes you extra sensitive to 
disease and illness. I was now solely responsible for 
our daughter and I wasn't going to let things wait like 
Jack had.

After getting Deidre breakfast and bundling her off to 
school, I called our family doctor and was lucky enough 
to get an appointment that very morning. But that was 
were my luck stopped. I know what I am about to say is 
just plain impossible, but after a complete 
examination, my doctor assured me that I wasn't sick. 
He insisted that I was approximately 8 weeks pregnant.

I didn't know what to say, how could I tell this man 
that Jack was too sick to make love to me and had been 
for over 6 months prior to his death. If I said 
anything like that, the doctor would assume that I had 
cheated on my husband. What else would anyone think?

I went straight home and sat down on the bed, the bed 
were I was experiencing vivid dreams of making 
passionate love to my "dead" husband. It really did 
seem real to me, but that was impossible. I sat on that 
bed for the rest of the day, running everything through 
my mind, again and again, trying to figure out what had 
happened to me. What 'was' happening to me?

Weird scenarios began running through my head. Maybe 
someone had drugged me and had sex with me over and 
over again, and I'd just "thought" it had been Jack. I 
couldn't believe that, but I also couldn't believe that 
Jack's ghost had made me pregnant either.

That's when I decided to try an experiment. That very 
night. It would be better than doing nothing and much 
better than questioning my sanity.

I would set up Jack's video recorder with the extended 
timer that I would be set to go off every ten minutes 
for three minutes, all through the night. That way the 
camera would have enough memory to last all night and 
if my dreams were anything to go by, our lovemaking 
sessions were much longer than 10 minutes. So if 
something was happening, then it would be caught on 
video.

** 10:30pm

The last thing I did that night was set the video 
camera up on the highboy across the room from the foot 
of my bed. I turned it on the time delay setting and 
then went to bed.

It took what seemed like forever to go to sleep. I was 
so wound up, so tense, but finally the strain of the 
day took over and my mind drifted... I know this 
because sometime during the night Jack came to me again 
and climbed into bed with me. 

I felt the bed jiggle and tried to sit up. I wanted to 
ask him what was happening; I wanted him to tell me 
that I wasn't going crazy. But then he held me close, 
pulling me up against his warm naked body, spooning me 
from behind. I could feel his hot masculine weapon 
hardening against my rump and suddenly I was no longer 
worried about who he was or that I was pregnant and 
couldn't explain why.

I reached behind my back and gripped his hot smooth 
tool and slowly began to pull the tight yet yielding 
skin around his large shaft, up and down in time with 
his breathing, making him moan softly. I felt one of 
his hands snake around my waist and up to a nipple and 
he gently pinched it, then rubbed it between thumb and 
forefinger.

That's all it took, I quickly swung around and pushed 
Jack onto his back then eagerly climbed on top of him. 
My whole body was quivering with anticipation as I rose 
up and pressed his magnificent erection against my 
moist slit. I needed him so badly, it was almost 
impossible to imagine anything else other than sex with 
Jack, morning noon and night, nothing else mattered, 
just Jack and our lovemaking sessions.

I almost screamed out as I slid down on to his pulsing 
manhood. I think I could feel every little nodule and 
vein along his shaft as it sank home in me. It was the 
most exquisite feeling I'd ever experienced. I could 
tell that this night was going to be a perfect.

Then the rhythm began. Jack fucked me as hard as I 
fucked him. There was nothing else you could call what 
we did to each other for the next half hour. Sweat was 
poured down my neck and where our bodies met it felt 
like we were in a sauna. I had never been wetter in my 
life and he had never felt better inside me before.

Our passion just kept rising, yet neither of us 
orgasmed. We smiled at each other, looking deeply into 
each other's eyes as our rhythm picked up to an 
impossible speed, it seemed like we were performing 
some kind of erotic dance as I road him like a cowgirl 
would a bucking house at a rodeo.

After what seemed like a pleasurable eternity, I gasped 
and he began to make his little grunting noises, my 
body tensed as my orgasm over took me, forming a tight 
band of numbness around the top of my head, gripping my 
brain, as my body took over and humped jerkily, over 
and over again, in the most perfect multiple orgasm of 
my life.

Finally I fell down onto Jack's heaving chest and as my 
senses slowly returned I realized than he had cum too, 
and that he was reveling in the sweet afterglow of our 
lovemaking, just as I was. We hugged and that's the 
last thing I remember until I woke to the ever present 
early morning light, streaming through the bedroom 
blinds.

** 6:02am

I opened my eyes to greet the day. I felt totally 
sated, absolutely wonderful. I don't think I'd felt 
that good in my life, well... maybe back when I was a 
child waking up on a Saturday morning with the whole 
weekend before me. It was that kind of carefree feeling 
that I luxuriated in.

Then I remembered the camera and I sat up with a start. 
I saw that the record light was still red, so that 
meant that it had been working all night, turning on 
for three minutes very ten. My heart began to pump my 
blood through my veins at a furious rate.

Did I really want to know the truth? I'd had the best 
night of lovemaking in my life last night. But then, 
all kinds of thoughts invaded my mind. What if it was 
some strange guy drugging me and using me every night? 
What if it was someone I knew doing this to me? What if 
I was going mad? I couldn't continue to live in this 
dream world, not knowing. So I bucked up my courage and 
climbed out of bed and put on my robe.

It was early still and I didn't have to wake Deidre for 
another hour. Now was as good a time as any to see what 
had actually happened last night. So I took the camera 
down from the highboy and went into the kitchen and 
made some morning tea. While the water was heating I 
plugged the camera's transformer into the wall socket 
and turned it on again.

Flipped open the side mount preview screen; I watched 
the little screen as it flickered into life. The camera 
had been well positioned because I could see the whole 
bed, almost like it was a stage setting. 'A sex scene 
setting,' I thought to myself.

I saw myself looking into the lens and then walking 
away from the camera. Then I saw myself looking back at 
the camera critically as I checked to see that it was 
centered. Then I watched myself climb into bed and pull 
the covers up around my chin.

Then nothing. Just me lying there. 

Every once in a while the screen would go dark for a 
second and then flash on again. That was the interval 
setting turning it on and off during the night. From 
time to time I would be in a different position when 
the screen flashed back on. At first that startled me, 
but then I remembered that the second break had really 
been ten minutes.

The time on the screen moved forward to one o'clock and 
still nothing. I started to fast forward, becoming 
impatient. I was beginning to think that I really was 
crazy and that this whole thing was only in my mind. 
But then how... why... had the doctor told me I was 
eight weeks pregnant? It just didn't make since to me, 
none of it did.

Then around three o'clock a flash of movement! I 
stopped the camera and then turned it on to normal run 
time mode. I sat there wide-eyed as I saw myself sit up 
in bed and then a shiver went down my spine as the 
sheet moved as if someone invisible had pulled it away 
from my body.

I looked into my face on the little screen and saw an 
expression that I couldn't complete define. I looked 
happy, but I also looked aroused, totally consumed 
might be a better description.

Then I was looking at my naked back and I was on my 
knees as if climbing onto someone, but no one was 
there. Only then did I realize when this was taking 
place, it was when I had pushed Jack down onto the bed 
and climbed on top of him, I was watching my dream take 
place on camera.

My body began to move faster and faster as I rode my 
invisible lover. I was pushing down in front of me with 
my hands as I humped the empty bed. I was shocked at 
the sight of myself 'pretending' to have sex with 
someone that wasn't there. But I could also hear the 
moans I was making, moans of extreme pleasure, moans of 
unbridled lust and pleasure.

It truly did look like some kind of erotic dance, my 
body swayed and moved just as if I was riding a man's 
body, it was almost uncanny, it looked real except that 
I was the only one on the screen. I sat there 
mesmerized and watched.

What was even stranger still, I was reliving those 
moments, I was as wet, ready for sex now, as I had been 
then, my blood was surging through my veins like it had 
last night and I needed Jack more than I ever had in 
life. That's when I jumped. "What!?"

A hand came around from behind and cupped a breast, a 
firm warm body pushed up against mine. A gentle squeeze 
through my robe and I was on fire, just like last 
night. It was just after dawn now and light enough to 
see who was with me, but I couldn't really see him. I 
saw parts of him; everything seemed to swirl around me.

Then we were on the floor of the kitchen. I was naked 
on top of my robe and Jack was opening my legs with his 
knee, gently, slowly, lovingly. When he pushed his 
maleness, his wonderful hot firm prick deep into me, I 
gasped out loud and hugged him tight.

Then we were at each other as if starved for one 
another's bodies, thrusting and groaning and feeling 
each other doing things, wonderful things, as if we 
were children in paradise. I sucked his lips, his ear 
lobes and he rolled me back and forth as he rutted in 
me like a wild animal. It went on and on like that 
for... I don't know how long. Then his body shivered 
and he blasted his hot seed deep in me, making his 
little satisfied grunting sounds and I bit my lip to 
keep from screaming as my body tensed against his and I 
orgasmed myself into unconsciousness...

** 7:45am

It was embarrassing when Deidre found me naked, laying 
on top of my bath robe in the middle of the kitchen. 
But she was a child and I was able to explain it away 
by saying that I must have fainted. If she had been 
older I would have had a hard time explaining the 
viscous fluid oozing from my swollen pussy lips.

** Epilog:

I had a beautiful son seven months later and he looked 
just like Jack. 

I guess there is really no reason to recount the 
countless nights that Jack came to my bed over the 
years that followed. Even when I remarried he still 
came to me and the remaining two children I've had over 
the past decade were the spitting image of Jack with a 
dash of me in them. I never told anyone about my Jack 
before, especially not my second husband.

I've learned one enduring fact over the years since 
Jack's passing, and that is that sometimes a love is so 
strong it never dies.

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