England.

Chocolate. Chocolate and books were two of Jane Reynold's favourite things. And romance came a close third. Although at the age of thirty, she was still a virgin, and as a result, she thought of nothing but sex. Unfortunately, no man ever gave her a second glance. Fair-haired, she was five feet two, with a plump middle, oversized breasts, and a prominent backside. She immersed herself in her books. Reading took up most of her time when she wasn't working at the local library. Life was one big bore, bereft of male company and kicks. So when she saw an advert offering the chance to literally make one's dreams come true, she was intrigued.

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"Welcome to ADR, the Artificial Dream Recorders. We aim to make all of your fantasies seem so real, you might think they were better than life itself."

"Right. Are you certain this is safe?"

Professor Greaves looked over his horn-rimmed glasses at the nervous woman and smiled. He looked about sixty, with thinning hair and rheumatic hands. They were in a clinically looking room that was sparsely furnished and painted all white. Jane had taken the Greater Anglia railway train to Cambridge to participate as a volunteer for the as-yet-untried computer-generated simulator.

"My dear Miss Reynolds. This is the reason you're having a free trial of the process. To help us experiment and iron out any teething problems of our prototype machine."

The Professor of Quantum Physics at the Cavendish Laboratory, Cambridge, had informed Jane that he had a 30-year track record in condensed matter physics research and AI and had been funded by Cambridge Biomagnetics Ltd to build a dream machine. Jane sat back in her chair and fiddled with her permission paper. Was she this desperate to seek fun by means of AI and mind control?

"Devices like this are enormously expensive, and when we eventually get started sessions like this, bringing to life your lucid dreams and fantasies, will cost you an arm or a leg. So think yourself fortunate."

"Yes, Professor. How does it work?"

By means of brain scanning and decoding. Researchers, like myself, can analyse brain activity to decode visual patterns, turning neural signals into images and aural representations of what a person is seeing in their mind. This headband, which uses ultrasonic energy and EEG sensors to stimulate the prefrontal cortex during the intricate process, will enable a lucid simulation of anywhere one cares to visit. The best part is you will experience a virtuality that will be so vivid, it seems real. You will see, hear, breathe, and feel just like you were there."

"Sounds marvellous. My very own virtual reality. Let's do it."

The chubby Jane settled into the reclining seat as a female assistant attached various sensors to her arms, as well as the wired headband around her forehead.

"Just relax, and keep your feet up," said the girl in her crisp nurse uniform. "You're going to enjoy it."

Jane smiled wanly as Greaves fussed over data and monitors.

"So, Miss Reynolds, what is your wish? Do you want to prostate yourself on an exotic beach? Fly to the moon? A trip in time even?"

"Really? I can visit the past?"

"Anything is permissible. Anything in your mind."

Jane had always romanticised history, whether it was the lusty Regency period or the saucy Roman Empire. even the Knights of King Arthur's round table. She had recently devoured all of the American Wild West era, learning all about Deadwood, Tombstone, and Dodge City. Names abounded in her mind like Wild Bill Hickok, Billy the Kid, and Jesse James. What fun!

"I would like to go back to the old Wild West of America. Is that possible?"

"Yes. I just need to calibrate the time and location. When you arrive in the Sim world, just let your mind go. You can take on any persona, any look and appearance you wish for. Right, right, almost, almost. So, the computer has selected a locale and date. New Mexico in the year 1862. Does that titillate you?"

"Rather! Let's go!"

The nurse dimmed the lights for atmosphere, and Jane felt her eyes droop as the fixed headband lulled her into a dream state.

"Count back from five to one."

Slowly, ever so slowly, her mind embraced a different environment. She frowned in the reclining chair as bright sunlight made her blink.

x

Jane stood next to her pony and squinted in the hot sunlight. She kicked at the dusty ground and exhaled deeply. A tan Vaquero-style hat shielded her eyes for the most part as she looked at the one-horse town in the near distance.

"My goodness! I'm really here!"

The blonde fingered her six-shooter in her leather gun belt and bared her white teeth as she gave herself a once-over. No longer frumpy, the long-haired honey blonde looked quite attractive in her grey and cream striped poncho over her grey woollen shirt. She ran her hands over firm breasts that heaved at the tight-fitting shirt. Also tight-fitting were her black denims, which fitted into her tall black leather boots. She was now five feet ten with an elegant posture, and a self-confidence she had never known.

"I love this!"

She mounted her pony, took the reins, and rode into the town. As she rode down the only dirt road, a grizzled old lady of about seventy sucked on a clay pipe in a rocking chair, her toothless cheeks two hollows in her head.

"I know why you are here, girly, and it doesn't bode well. Heed my words and take great care."

The old woman looked at her and wagged a bony finger. Jane felt a frisson of a thrill as she continued. She was a new woman, with a desire for adventure and more. The new blonde babe dismounted and walked down the street without a look back. Her eyes fixed on a hotel ahead, Tucker's Hotel and Tavern, and she passed the general store and hitched her pony to the rail.

When she entered, she blinked several times as she came in from the brilliant sunshine into semi-darkness. On the threshold, she looked to the right and then to the left, taking care to note the occupants of the reception and adjoining bar. The inside was not much cooler than outdoors as she brazenly approached the bar, her boots making noise on the hardwood floor.

"Drink?" asked the barkeep as Jane put her boot on the foot rail and planted her hands face down on the counter.

"Whisky."

In real life, she had never tasted hard liquor, and she smiled to herself as she enthusiastically accepted her new persona. MUCH better than life. The man with the droopy moustache served up a glass and filled it from a half-empty bottle. Jane looked at the grubby glass and left it. As she stood at the bar, the bartender stared at her without ceremony, drinking in her long blonde locks that pooled in waves about her shoulders and her nicely rounded bum that stuck up behind.

"What brings you here to this rat hole, lady?"

Jane stared intently into his eyes, her full mouth pouted, both lips tight. Why was she here? What situation should she put herself in? A sexual encounter, naturally. She was determined to get screwed come what may. Her spectacular body felt real as she moved her right hand over her right hip. She leaned forward and deliberately pressed her front to the counter of the bar, and a tingle shot through her loins. A good sign, she thought. Her pussy seemed to function as it did in real life.

"Heavens! I might even get to have sex finally."

"If you need a room, you're out of luck. They're all taken."

"In this shit hole?"

"The war has nearly reached us now, and folk are getting itchy feet."

"That a fact?

Jane swept the poncho over her left shoulder, and the tender got a good look at her shooting irons.

"We don't want any trouble round here, lady."

Jane's mind kicked in.

"I'll level with you. I'm on the lookout for a dark-haired man, slim, tall and wanted in four States. Goes by the name of... Black Tar Billy. Yes, that's it."

The barkeep gave himself away as his eyes went to the next level for a split second. Her right hand rested on the handle of her nickel-plated Navy Colt, and she raised her right brow.

"Don't rile me and we'll get along. What number room is he in?"

Jane grinned as she let her thumb run over the hammer of her gun and awaited the answer.

"Ten, room ten. And he has company."

"Who?"

"She's English. She performs on the stage in London and Paris. She goes by the name of Dame Betsie Collins. Are you a bounty hunter?"

"The only female one west of the Mississippi. How did the Dame wind up here?"

"Billy kidnapped her, I guess."

"I'm going upstairs now, and if you know what's good for you, I suggest you keep your trap shut."

"You got it, lady. And by the way, it's two bits for the drink."

Jane scowled at him and turned to the wooden staircase. She took the creaking stairs one at a time, with her Colt drawn and firmly held in her right fist. When she got to the top of the landing, she saw that the upper landing split in two, four rooms on each side. She found number ten and stood at the peeling door. Who was on the other side? Jane screwed her eyes shut and twisted the doorknob anti-clockwise. She peered inside the tiny room and immediately heard the unmistakable moans of a female from within.

"Oh, Billy! Keep doing that! Please!"

It became apparent that the moans were ones of pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Jane put her left boot inside the room and held the door open a few inches, and the noises grew louder and more urgent. Her right boot stepped before the other, and she saw a creaking bed against the far wall and two naked forms entwined in each other's arms. Jane gasped as she took in the manly, clenched buttocks of a naked stud in heat as he banged an equally undressed brunette in missionary style.

"My goodness!"

His hips gyrated as he rode up and down on the woman, and Jane was able to make out his stiff rod of a cock driving in and out of her wide-open legs. It was the first time she had seen any man in the act of intercourse. She was fascinated by the scene in front of her, and Jane moved her left hand imperceptibly between her upper thighs and clamped tightly on her mound under her denims. She licked her lips as she perceived the erotic sight of the pair cavorting with wanton lust. Her breathing became ragged the more turned on she became, and despite the risk of giving away her presence, she ventured further inside the room.

Apart from the straw-filled bed, there was a tub, a sink with a hand pump and a stove. On the other side of the door, unseen by her, was a tin bucket for a toilet which clattered noisily.

"Bugger!"

"I strongly advise you to drop the guns."

Jane gulped at the sudden appearance of a Colt 45 aimed directly at her. The near six-footer rose from the bed, a fine sheen of perspiration on his entire body, and sporting a glistening erection that stuck out of his greasy groin at a jaunty angle. Jane glanced at the well fucked female who looked at her with smouldering brown eyes and wet ruby lips.

"Who's the skirt, Billy?"

"Why, this is Blondie, the renowned female bounty hunter. Well, well, Blondie. We meet at last. I must say you look mighty fine."

Jane decided to be tactful and dropped her guns. Could she actually be shot in this simulation?

"How did you find me?"

"Nothing was simpler. I just followed the trail of broken-hearted women you loved and left. You were never blessed with brains, Billy. In fact, if brains were water, you couldn't give a flea a foot bath."

"Funny," the naked man recoiled at the remark and then burst out laughing.

"So, how much is my head worth now?"

"Three hundred dollars, for the Bank of Sante Fe robbery. Dead or alive."

Jane even surprised herself with her words.

"Is that right? And you think you can turn me in?"

The single lamp illuminated his body, and Jane felt her muff moisten. The bandit was mean, moody, and magnificent. He was stunning in his birthday suit. His torso was lean, and his waist and hips narrow. He had long golden curls like Wild Bill, and her eyes remained riveted to his superb boner that jutted up and made tiny jerks as he stood not three feet from her.

"Forgive my rudeness. This is none other than Dame Betsie, the famous artiste and burlesque performer from London. We were just getting introduced ourselves. The English strumpet is seriously hot. I mean, she's horny all the time. Would you care to find out?"

"You mean me? And her? Together?"

"And me."

Jane could smell his musky aroma, and he frankly intoxicated her. She inhaled deeply, and her pussy clenched. It all seemed so real to her.

"I insist. Shuck off your clothing."

The tall man gestured with his cocked revolver and flicked Jane's hat from her head. Her heart beat madly in her chest as she slipped off her poncho, followed by her shirt. She pulled it open, and her huge bosom heaved as she unveiled her full and firm boobs. She unbuckled her gun belt and reached for the buttons on the front of her jeans and rolled them down her willowy pins, kicking her boots off until she stood naked in her drawers.

"I'm...I'm gorgeous!" she exclaimed as she lifted her chin high and thrust her new tits out.

Self-assured and confident, Jane stood in the middle of the room topless.

"Everything, Blondie," said Billy, waving his weapon at her.

Jane's mouth went dry as she put her thumbs in the linen underwear and slipped them off, displaying her full nakedness to the other two. She was simply perfection. All curves, boobs, hips, arse, and thighs. Her thatch of golden pubes was fine and seemed to be almost transparent so that her puffy labia were plain to see.

"You got a nice body, hon."

Jane felt a pressure in the pit of her stomach. She let Billy clamp his left hand over her right breast so that he was able to trace out the hard nipple which peaked against his calloused mitt. This was real. So real that Jane's pussy juices ran down the inside of her left thigh. Betsie looked directly at her and beckoned.

"Billy's right. You have a nice body. Come over here and give me a big kiss."

Jane froze to the spot in the buff, and jerked when she felt cold steel touch her exposed sex.

"Now you have two choices, Blondie. One is preferable to the other, don't you agree?"

Jane nodded as Billy sat down on the only chair in the room. She settled beside the dark-haired Dame whose mouth zeroed in on hers. Jane had never considered making out with another female in reality, but she went along with her subconscious fantasy. She responded to the sapphic thrill, and as the pair of them smooched, Betsie brought one hand straight between Jane's legs.

"Hot and steamy. Are you sure you haven't been with another woman before?" asked the more experienced of the two.

Jane moaned a negative as her downy muff was given exploratory strokes, and she began to rock into the welcome digits that drew delightful circles around her outer folds.

"Entertain me, ladies," urged Black Tar Billy as he idly wankd his sizeable prick.

Betsie nuzzled the elegant neck of Jane, who tilted her head up. The combination of delicate kisses and rhythmic fingering down below made her tighten her thighs, and her toes curled up accordingly. Light perspiration began to prickle her skin as the fingers found their way to her erect clitoris with unerring accuracy.

"Mmm, my gosh! I love this!"

The hand moved over her clit, barely making contact, and Jane stuffed her left fist in her mouth. Shivers of pleasure were sent through her lower body as she became lost in the moment. Together they gently went backwards onto the bed and embraced. The Dame bent Jane's legs at the knees and raised her rump up, presenting her golden thatch. She purred as soft lips licked her inner thighs, and Jane groaned loudly when Betsie's face came mouth to cunt.

"Lick me, lick me, lick me!" begged Jane as her pussy was eaten out for the very first time.

And what a sensation! She writhed on her back with her fingers entwined in the lustrous hair of the brunette between her open legs. The oral stimulation was remarkably pleasurable, and Jane was consumed by a wanton abandonment and moved her hips up, fucking Betsie's tongue, which darted like an arrow intermittently into her dripping vulva.

"So good," she mewled with her eyes closed.

Her feet came up, and she placed her soles on the back of the Dame, who moved to and fro on Jane's gash. Her tongue action grew ever faster as she buried her between Jane's quivering legs. Jane came hard, and climactic shudders shook her whole body. Even when she masturbated herself to orgasm alone in her London flat, it was never like this. Betsie lifted the trembling Jane up on the bed and dragged her into a doggy-style pose.

"Oh, this looks inviting."

Jane looked over her shoulder to see the rampant bandit creep in behind her with his stiff cock in his fist. This was it.

"Fuck me now, hurry!" she demanded with a pounding heart.

Jane's large blue eyes fixed on his as her fair locks fell about her bare shoulders. She dipped her head as his cock head nudged her pussy opening. She ached to be filled, and her mouth gaped when Billy grunted and sank his eight inches of hot dick into her slick muff. They both cried out at the sublime moment of penetration. He moved over her spine as he began to gauge her cunt, grinding his stiffness into her velvet sleeve with steady pelvic thrusts. Jane was overjoyed as her first cock plundered her cunt fully. Their slick frames trembled against each other as he fucked the stunning blonde with astonishingly unhurried strokes.

"Yeah, slowly," he barked as he rode her with sublime strokes.

How long had she waited for this? Too long was the answer as the thirty-year-old seeped fluids from within her juiced-up pussy. Even though this was merely a simulation, Professor Greaves had somehow perfected the ultimate dream machine.

"Faster?" wondered the hung villain as he held onto Jane's hips and proceeded to ram into her like a battering ram. "Sweeter than apple pie."

Jane glanced up at the long-haired Dame who looked on jealously. Jane was suddenly rolled over, and she raised herself with rapid breaths.

"Your turn."

Enboldened in her new persona of a sex kitten, Jane pressed his shoulders back to the bed, and grabbed onto his rigid pole. She held her prize to her face and studied every bump and vein of his thick shaft. She caressed the impressive length, which felt hot to the touch, and her heart raced at the thought of it having been inside her tight pussy.

"Suck it, hon."

Jane nearly swooned as she let the swollen tip past her lips into her warm mouth. The skin of his stalk rippled along the hard organ as her tongue moved around the unyielding cock. Her left hand gripped his taut right thigh as she sucked on him with hearty slurps, enjoying the moment in the small room.

"You're pretty damn good at that, honey."

"Mm, hmm," she moaned, her mouth too full to comment.

What joy it was to fellate a hung man! And what precious time she had wasted in her years of loneliness. Billy's cock soon became coated with her saliva as she bobbed back and forth with her spanking new toy. Jane's hips shunted to and fro in her ardour as she lovingly sucked and slurped on him to her heart's content. But she wanted to fuck him some more. Jane flopped onto her back and snapped her legs out wide.

"You saucy mare!"

The wanted man lay on top of the delectable figure of the horny blonde, and he speared her with a single thrust. They moved and wiggled against each other, relishing the feel of bare skin on skin. Jane's arms clasped the back of his neck, and she rubbed her right leg along his left flank as he fucked her. She nibbled his neck with delicate bites, and she sighed at his solid wall of a chest mashed on the pillows of her boobs.

"Lovely!" She cooed as her virginal muff was stretched and filled by his welcome hard-on.

His warm body smothered her tits, belly, and upper thighs as he moved along her with a delightful rhythm, pulling almost out and then pushing back up. Her erect nipples brushed on his chest, and her well-oiled cunt leaked profusely from his wonderful strokes. His strong hands held her under her bottom as he elevated her, and the sound of his hips on hers filled the tiny room.

Now he pumped her for all he was worth, ramming inside of her to the hilt, making her push up at him hungrily. The bed, already shaky, bumped and creaked at the back wall as they humped like two feverish animals in heat. He placed his mouth to hers, muffling her cries of pleasure as she had her second orgasm in only twenty minutes. While she still shook, Billy became rigid, and he flooded her cunt with his hot rush of sperm as he reached his own climax. His seed overflowed and ran down the crevice of her buttocks as he gushed and gushed. Once spent, they remained glued together, stretched out the length of the cheap bed.

"You know what, Dame. Blondie is a better fuck than you by a country mile."

Betsie fumed and got up to confront Jane.

"You bitch!" she cried, as the darker one went crazy, raking her nails into the back of Jane as they grappled.

Both screamed out with anger as they each got a handful of hair and pulled hard. Their big tits bounced into each other as they hit the floor, clawing and gouging, and their fingers slipped off their naked bodies. Jane managed to get on top, and she threw her right leg over her adversary and pushed down with all her weight. Her eyes glared directly into Betsie's as they struggled. Then they rolled together, and the Dame got into a superior position.

"Eat pussy, slut!"

Betsie sat on Jane's face and smothered her with her sopping quim. She squirmed to and fro so that Jane's nose was in her pussy and her mouth against her asshole.

"How do you like that?"

With the last remaining strength, Jane got her hands up and grabbed hold of Hurley's buttocks and wrenched them apart. She yelled out and rolled away, hotly pursued by an irate blonde who got hold of her wrist and bent her arm behind her.

"You're breaking my arm, you cow!"

"Fuck you, English bitch!"

Betsie managed to elbow Jane in the tits and then turn to thrust her knee in her exposed cunt. Both panted hard, and as they recovered, they both went for Jane's discarded guns. They faced off, guns in fists, naked bodies sweaty and greasy, and with their boobs heaving.

"Don't be too hasty now," Billy told them, as he stood between them with a drooping dick. "After three, lower your weapons."

Jane nodded and dropped her arm. Then, the deafening sound of a gunshot made the room echo with the ringing boom. The next thing Jane knew was her opening her eyes and slowly looking up at the nurse back in Cambridge.

"How exciting! How vivid!"

What a turn-on, thought Jane, as she looked down between her legs to see her skirt up and her knickers down to her knees. She had both of her hands buried in her snatch, and her fingers were thoroughly soaked with her cum.

"That was most extraordinary. You've been masturbating for the last fifteen minutes. Did it seem real to you?"

"You bet!" answered Jane as her headpiece was removed. "May I have another go?"

"Well, we did experience some anomalies whilst you were under. Could you return tomorrow?"

"Definitely. And can I choose another fantasy?"

"Of course. Anything you wish."

"I want to visit Rome in the first century, so that I can take part in one of Emperor Nero's famous orgies!"

Jane got to her feet and pulled her undies up with a flourish.

"I have a strong feeling that this machine is going to be a big hit," observed the Professor.

END