For two months I delved into the intimate memories of hundreds of people. I almost always jacked off while delving into their memories. But in the end, despite the totally realistic action I was experiencing, the hand wrapped around my cock was still my own. I had to find a way to get in on the action.

The solution came, not surprisingly, by mistake. It would help you to know that every person's brain has a certain signature, one that like fingerprints and retinal patterns is unique to that person. Once I've made contact with that person, I can recognize them through their mental aura. Thus, to make contact again, I don't need to see them face-to-face. I only need to search for their aura in the vicinity and distinguish it from the rest. It really helps if you know where they are.

A good way to explain this is by example. Pretend you're searching for a friend in the Christmas crowds at the mall. You search for your friend by what they're wearing. It's difficult to find them, but not impossible. Now suppose that you said you'd meet near the Gap. Since you know where to look, locating them is much easier.

On this particular evening I was feeling stressed out and decided to "visit" the busty blonde down the street. In the privacy of my bedroom I stroked my cock and concentrated on her aura. Contact came in just a few seconds. By now I'd settled into a habit of seeing what my host was currently doing before searching for a recent memory.

This time I hit paydirt! She was kneeling before him, kissing his cock! On a whim, I tried to tie into the sensations she was experiencing and found that I could. (I'd never tried it before because my hosts had never been doing anything interesting.) As her lips touched his rigid tool, I could feel the skin, the heat, the throbbing blood. When she wrapped her hands around it, it was as if I held it in my hands. I swooned with her as she licked the purple head. I watched through her eyes as she stared seductively into his eyes. I stood by as her mind debated the pleasures of pulling his cock into her, or just sucking his jism right out of his body.

Having experienced so much sex with both male and female hosts, from so many perspectives, I was now able to enjoy it no matter who was doing what to whom. And I, like the man she held in her mouth, was definitely enjoying this. She'd decided to keep sucking this time, because she planned on spreading her legs for him later in the night. She gently pushed him to a sitting position. Evidently it made him less likely to ejaculate, giving her more time to drive him crazy. She bent down and found his balls with her mouth, taking me with her. The sensations were the strongest I'd ever experienced. I could taste, smell, touch and hear everything just as strongly as she could. I found myself actually imitating her mouth movements with my own, but I quickly put an end to that.

Returning her mouth to his cock, she began a maneuver she called the lap and suck. With his cock deep in her mouth, she first lapped at the shaft, and then gave it three long sucks. Lap at the shaft. Three long sucks. I could hear everything; the wet sounds of lips on cock, his heavy breathing and occasional moans, even the light sound of her skin on his as she moved around.

I tried to imagine what she looked like, kneeling there before him. Drawing upon some of his old memories that I'd stored in my brain, I found a similar scene. His dick disappears deep into her mouth. Her eyes smolder up at him. Below her chin, he can see her tits swaying seductively, the tips puffy and the nipples hard. Below that, the soft curve of her stomach leading to a trimmed patch of hair. What lies below that is lost in the shadows, though another memory supplies a vision of a pink slit, just begging to be fucked.

Damn! I made plans to join them for their fuck later. But right now, at this moment, what I really wanted to see was his cock leaving wet trails all over those jiggly tits. I wanted it so much I almost said it out loud. "Play with his cock with your tits," I demanded in my mind, like you would think at someone on TV. To my surprise, her mouth abruptly left his cock and she knelt up higher, bringing the head of his cock onto her tit. Through her eyes, I saw his cock head play against her tits, leaving a wet trail across each nipple as she squeezed pre-cum from his dick.

It had to be a conicidence. But still... Give him a tit fuck, I thought at her, imagining his cock trapped between those two magnificent boobs. As if on command, she leaned forward and squeezed her tits around his cock until her nipples were almost touching. With a bouncing motion, she rubbed her tits up and down over his shaft, pausing every so often to lick the purple crown. Not only was the sight amazing, but I could feel his rough skin rubbing against her smooth tits, smell the muskiness of his crotch, and when she bent down, taste the salty pre-cum with her tongue. As you can imagine, my own cock was as stiff as it had ever been.

You want him to cum on your tits, I projected at her. Abandoning the tit fuck, she bent back to sucking him off. She put all her skills to work, and soon she and I could tell he was only a few strokes from popping.

"Cum on my tits, baby. Cum on my tits!" she implored him, echoing my sentiments exactly. Through her I watched as the four spurts splashed all over her boobs, leaving white pools and trails. Through her I felt their hot impact and the slightly squishy feeling they left. Through her I smelled the muskiness, and listened as his grunts subsided into pleased moans. Of her own volition she decided not to waste such a glorious explosion, and through her I tasted his salty semen, as she scooped it off of each breast with her cupped fingers.

Then I waited around, lurking in her mind, searching for some sign that she thought she had been manipulated.

None appeared.