Erotic Travels (2)

A Vikings Pleasure For Betty (2)

The first thing Betty did the next morning was to call her job. Michel, her assistant, answered the phone. She greeted him and hoped that she sounded a bit under the weather.  “Hi Betty, is everything alright?” His voice sounded concerned. “Yes I’m fine. It’s just some female issues, you know? Can you cover for me?” She hoped Michel wouldn’t make a problem out of it and she was counting on his crush for her. “Absolutely, that’s no problem. Make sure you feel better soon.” She smiled while hanging up the phone. That went smooth. Luckily she didn’t take too many sick days, so her boss wouldn’t question it.

Her attention was drawn back to the ring and she picked it up. It was a simple silver band with a dragon head and a lion head on it. She wondered what it meant. Betty looked through the research but couldn’t find a meaning to the symbols and so she dismissed them, thinking they are just there for decoration. But the ring itself possesses a great power, the power to shift your conscious mind from your body to someone else’s.  At least that is what the research tells Betty. She still isn’t convinced to believe that. It says in the research that the one who wears the ring cannot control another conscious mind but it can show you the life of that person through their eyes. You can feel what they feel, you think what they think and yet you experience it all as if it was you yourself.

But that cannot be real? Betty is still intrigued but knows she cannot get any further in deciphering this without help. She walks upstairs to get herself dressed and decides to visit Lissy and learn more about the ring.

It is an hour drive to Lissy’s house and as Betty pulls up the driveway, she sees her car is there. But there is also another car at the driveway. She hopes that she won’t interrupt anything important because she would hate to drive an hour back and have wasted two hours for nothing. As soon as Betty walks up to the door she hears weird screams coming from the house. She runs to the back door and as she’s about to storm in she sees what is causing the screams. Betty smiles and ducks to get a better view in the side door window. In the living room she can see Lissy on the couch, kneeled between the legs of her husband. Lissy’s full, soft lips are about to kiss her husband’s plaything. Betty can’t see his face but she can imagine he is going to enjoy that. Lissy smiles and looks up to her husband while she slowly let’s his plaything slide all the way into her mouth. Betty starts to feel a warm feeling inside her lower stomach and she could feel a little wet spot entering her panties. She watched Lissy’s cute butt as it stuck out and went up and down every time her head bobbed. Her husband held her hair and she could almost see his plaything throb. She imagined she was in between them, playing along. Massaging that sweet butt and tasting Lissy’s sweet juices. She looked up and saw that Lissy had stopped with the blow job and now sat on her husband. She moved up and down, with her breasts moving in the same pace. Her hard nipples bounced as Lissy speeded up the pace. Suddenly Lissy’s husband got up and Betty had to move back to not be seen. She heard the moans continuing louder and came back up to look. Lissy’s husband sat behind her and trusted his plaything fierce and deep into Lissy. Lissy bowed over the couch and Betty could see that she was masturbating to. There must have been only time for a quickie. 

Betty could see where this was going and quietly she went back to her car to drive home.

A little bit disappointed that she couldn’t have joined in the fun but also very excited, she thought back at what she had just witnessed and wasn’t sure she should ever mention it to Lissy. But it was well worth it to watch. Lissy’s husband certainly wasn’t unattractive. He is tall, blond, blue eyes and has a broad chest. He did develop a little belly but it didn’t take down his sexiness. Lissy was lucky and Betty hoped that one day she could find a guy that aged that well and would love her unconditionally like that.

For two days the ring keeps occupying Betty’s mind and she has gotten nowhere doing her own research. She is still a little insecure about calling Lissy, after she had been spying on her and her husband having sex. It seems as though Lissy could sense that Betty needs her help, because there she is sitting at the coffee shop where Betty takes her lunch. “Hey hunny! What are you doing here?” Betty is genuinely surprised. “I wondered if you had the time to check out that ring and folder I gave you.” Betty nods. “It’s funny but I don’t think that it will work. I guess it is just some folklore story.” Oh, do you really think so?” Lissy looks at her with a naughty glare in her eyes. “Can you take this afternoon off?” Betty calls her office and makes the arrangements but not sure what will happen that afternoon. “What have you got planned for me?” She looks at Lissy but Lissy only takes her hand and drags her outside to her car. She asked Betty to please get in the car and trust her. As they drive off Betty’s mind starts to wander off to the sex she had witnessed. She looks over at Lissy. “What are we doing?” “I’m going to prove to you that this ring works!” Betty still isn’t convinced and the whole thing is starting to creep her out but none the less she let’s Lissy drive her home.

Arrived at Betty’s house, Lissy walks right inside upon opening the door, straight to Betty’s study to get the ring. Betty makes herself and Lissy some tea and follows her friend. “You are still right at home here.” Lissy smiles at that remark and opens the research folder. “Now, you have read that the ring can transfer your consciousness to someone else’s body? It doesn’t work for everyone and you cannot control to where you are being transferred, but it does work.” Betty looks at Lissy with big eyes of disbelieve. “You still don’t trust it?” “Why should I trust some ancient babble in a research folder and a fake ring?” Lissy pulls her down on the couch. “Here, try it!” Lissy slides the ring on her finger and Betty feels the cold metal of the ring touching her and she feels the urge to lie down and fall asleep. She leans back and closes her eyes and at that point she can feel her body become heavy.  She takes a deep breath and then her consciousness is gone. She no longer feels connected with her body and what the feeling actually is like, cannot be described with a thousand words.

Betty opens her eyes and immediately she can notice that she is not feeling the same as she was before. She tries to look at herself and control the body but that is not possible and for a moment there she panics. She remembers what she had read in the research folder the day before. She takes a deep breath, at least she thinks she does, and tries to relax to flow over in the mind of the person she entered. She counts down from 10 to 1 and takes another deep breathe. As she looks up again she sees where she has landed.

She must be somewhere ancient. At least that is what her host looks like. She looks at herself in the mirror and realizes that she is controlling the body, something that seemed impossible. “Let’s test this out.” Her voice sounds shallow and she coughs a few times to get a better handle on it. As she starts to explore the room where she is in, she discovers that she must be in a Viking town. One wall is covered in hides and another with axes that look heavy and sharp. There are all different kind of herbs drying over the fireplace and she sees a club with spikes near the door. She goes back to the mirror and discovers that she is a fairly broad woman that looks fierce. Her red hair is braided and her face is burned by the sun. Her clothes look like leather and are tight fitting and it looks like she has boobs as big as melons. Something she doesn’t mind. “It could have been worse; I could have changed into a man.” She giggles and then looks outside the window. She sees women carrying baskets, dead animals and children into their houses. It’s a big fuss that is starting to rise and she walks outside, curious to what is going to happen.

She walks up a little hill beside the house and sees a group of men storming towards the town. Scared and overwhelmed she ducks aside and runs back to the house. Inside she waits till the rumble approaches but as soon as the men enter the town, all the women and children run out to greet them. Hugs and kisses are exchanged and most men look like they want to ravish their wives then and there. She looks curious to see if anyone would approach her house but no one shows up.

She sighs and looks around to see if she can make some dinner and starts to build up a soup in the kettle. 

She must have fallen asleep because it is dark when she looks up again. The fire is still burning but has gotten low and quickly she throws on a few more logs. She makes herself a cup of tea and stares out of the windows again. Slowly her hands go to her breasts and she feels them. They are firm but soft and jiggle when she walks and laughs. Suddenly she feels a sigh of wind behind her and the hairs in her neck start to rise. “Couldn’t you wait for me to come home?” It is clearly a man’s voice and she wants to turn around but he won’t let her. He has his arm crossed around her chest and a firm grip pulls her close. She can feel his erection sticking into her lower back and smiles. She wants to see where this will lead and follows his lead. He kisses her neck and she feels a rough face, with a beard. His hands are big but yet his touch is gentle. Betty sighs and can’t remember the last time a man has handled her this way and this man isn’t even alive in her reality! 

He picks her up and walks over to the bed to lay her down. He undresses himself and she watches his every move. His broad shoulders and tight abdomen stand out from any other man she had ever seen naked. He drops his pants and she stares at his erection. To her it is huge and he laughs. “You act like this is the first time you have seen it.” His laugh is low and deep but warm and gives her a sense of comfort.

Instinctively Betty’s hand slides over his muscular leg towards his erection. Her fingertips explore the shape and softly it throbs against her hand. She grabs it with both hands and strokes it a few times. He pushes her down and lifts up her skirt to rip off her underwear. He grunts, grabs her hips and pulls her close, right on to his large dick. Betty’s breathe gets slapped out of her lungs and as she tries to catch it again she feels him filling her up. Her body tingles all over and she surrenders. Her head tilted back and her back arched she moans and grabs onto the sheets on the bed. Her big broad Viking brings her to heaven. She feels her juices flow passed their legs, while his nails dig into the soft flesh of her butt cheeks. He thrusts hard and deep inside her, his eyes keep locked into hers. She isn’t sure it’s a man or a beast she sees in those eyes, not that it matters at that moment. She feels that she is about to explode with horniness and at that point he grabs her hair and pulls her close to kiss her. Her orgasm hits her like a bomb and with a loud moan and sigh he cums inside her. Betty falls onto the bed and laughs. She is excited and happy when she looks up at her Viking. He is getting himself dressed already but all she wants is his naked body beside her on the bed. He is not buying into her pleads and cries for him to stay and walks out, into the town square.  Again Betty falls asleep, but this time when she wakes up she isn’t in the Viking Cabin.