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The Dream Trap Ch. 01

By: Foeofthelance



It was still dark outside, but that wasn't enough to keep the birds from chirping. I rolled over on my side, wrapping my pillow around my head to keep their trilling at bay, but it just wasn't meant to be. Right on cue my morning hard on sprang into existence, pushing painfully against the mattress. I let out a sleepy groan of annoyance as I rolled over again onto my back, my thoughts too hazy with sleep to notice as something began to slither under the blankets next to me.

Oooh, that feels nice,, I mentally sighed as I began to dream about a pair of soft lips sliding over the head of my cock. The mouth they led to was warm and inviting, my thick shaft sliding in and out as a firm hand began to stroke me with a master's skill. A supple tongue massaged the head of my member, alternating between long, teasing strokes and short, tempting caresses that left me a quivering mess. I could feel the tension building in my sack as I neared release, my entire body shaking as I let out a warning gasp.

My partner wasn't through with me, however, and the expert grip shifted ever so slightly to apply an impossible pressure to the base of my cock. All thoughts of orgasm fled as she held me steady, her lips pulled back to the very tip of my crown, poised to spring into action should her efforts prove in vain. It didn't prove necessary, however, as with one more body wracking surge of pleasure I sagged back into the pillows behind me, still loaded and ready to go. She let go even though I was still painfully hard, but I refused to open my eyes and abandon this dream until I had seen it all the way through to its inevitable conclusion.

There was a rustling sound as the blankets began to move again, then a blast of cold air as they were pulled away from my skin. My penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, slick paradise, a comfortable weight coming to rest on my hips as my phantom lover slid my full length into her tight cunt. The tips of her hair brushed across my skin as she began to roll her hips, the heat of her hands pressing down on my chest as she began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. She slowly covered my body with hers, hard little nipples dragging across mine as she ground against me. She gasped in my ear as her pussy tightened around my cock-

I had heard her gasp as I felt her tighten around me!

My eyes snapped open as that one sound managed to cut through the fog the strange combination of sleep and sex had wrapped around my brain. I found myself staring into the most gorgeous pair of golden brown eyes I had ever seen. Their owner giggled as she realized I was finally awake. She sat up slightly, her long brown hair cascading around our faces as she began to rock faster, having found that one perfect point to drive against me. "I've been waiting for you to wake up," she moaned, but all I could do was stare in shock.

Holy shit!

Summer fucking Glau!

Fucking Summer Glau!

I was!

Holy shit!

I was balls deep in one of, if not the, hottest actresses in Hollywood. The only thing that kept me from blowing my load right then and there was the fact that I was too frozen by shock. If I had known better, if I could have taken it all back and started from the beginning, then I would have acted all cool and sophisticated. Instead I blurted out, "What the hell?!"

She didn't miss a beat. "What's wrong?" she asked with a playful little pout. "I thought you liked it when I played Alarm Clock?"

"I-, I-," I shut up and kissed her, my hand sliding up the back of her neck to pull her into my embrace. She squealed in shock at my sudden rough handedness, but did nothing to protest as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I might have surprised her, but I definitely didn't disappoint, and she eagerly returned the favor. Our tongues wrestled back and forth as we each tried to get the upper hand. Neither one was willing to yield so much as an inch, however, leaving me entirely breathless when we finally broke apart. 

"You just caught me off guard," I admitted, my chest heaving. The fact that Summer Glau, of all people, was in my bed (or was I in hers?) meant something very strange was going on. I was just a scrawny suburban kid from Ohio, not exactly the kind of person who seduces Hollywood's finest. I didn't want to let on that I knew something was wrong until I had more information to work with.

Ok, that, and my cock was still buried deep in Summer Glau, which was not an experience I wanted over too soon. It might even have been a bit of a priority at that point.

I bent my knees and sat up, pushing her backwards until we were both sitting up straight. The angle was a little weird at that point, forcing me about half out of her. Summer gasped, "Wha-?" as she suddenly found herself pinned between my legs and my chest. I wasn't done, and used my newfound leverage to flip us over. She shrieked as we tumbled. Though her cry was cut off as I buried myself back in her, my cock going the deepest it had all morning. She had no time to recover before I began to move, my cock pumping in and out as if it were attached to some sort of piston. Summer's legs locked together behind my back, her nails digging into my flesh as I fucked her mercilessly. Rational thought failed me as I lost myself in her, her panted cries of pleasure, the way her body burned against mine. All I could feel was her, the rest of the world gone in a blinding wave of ecstasy.

Her breath began to come in quick, greedy gasps as her orgasm neared. I knew it wouldn't be long when her pussy clenched tight, but for me it was already too late. My hips lunged forward, thrusting my penis as deep as it would go, crushing her clit against my body. Her body shook beneath mine as I erupted, one, two, three shots of hot, thick cum blasting into her as she screamed her release. Pure reflex caused me to reach up and try to stifle her shrieks, and it worked, sort of. She stopped screaming all right, but when her teeth sank into the web of flesh between my thumb and forefinger it caused me to scream instead.

"Well, good morning," she giggled after we took a moment to recover. Her smile was infectious, and I couldn't help but return it with one of my own.

"Good morning to you as well," I replied, giving her a small kiss. "And thank you. That is one hell of a way to wake up!"

"Glad you enjoyed it," she said, rolling out of bed. I sat up a little better to watch her walk. Summer moved with a dancer's grace, an impossible to hide legacy of her ballet training, and I couldn't help but stare at the hypnotic sway of her ass. A pair of bathrobes, one night blue and the other sunshine yellow, lay pooled together on the floor, and as she bent over to retrieve one it exposed the swollen lips of her sex, still shiny wet from sex. She paused to glance back and giving me a knowing look, wiggling her ass playfully for my benefit.

"Tease!" I mockingly scolded as she tossed the other bathrobe over my head.

"I'm going to head downstairs and see if Mom has started breakfast," she said as she wrapped herself in the yellow bathrobe. "If you didn't wake her up with your screaming, that is."

"Mom?" I squeaked in surprise. Was I related to Summer? That would have put an entirely different spin on things, and I wasn't sure if it was creepy, kinky, or some combination of the two.

Summer tensed up, looking as hunted as a person who just discovered they've been blindly walking through an unmarked mine field. "I'm sorry. I just thought... I mean, the accident was several months ago, and I know it would mean a lot to my mom if you'd call her that as well..."

"No, its ok!" I answered hastily. I'm adopted? My parents are dead? What sort of accident, and why don't I remember it? "It's not because of the accident. You just caught me off guard, you know? Between the sleep, the sex, and the show, it just threw me for a bit of a loop."

Summer raised an eye at my comment. "The show?"

"What can I say, I love to watch you naked," I answered, giving her my best lecherous leer. "Easily the best show in town."

"Flatterer," she accused, climbing on to the bed like a hunting cat about to jump its prey. Her voice became husky as she said, "You know flattery will get you everywhere...including my bedroom tonight." She kissed me, gently at first, then harder as her tongue began to search for mine. My cock began to harden almost immediately, but she ended it before it could go any further.

"Go get washed up," she ordered as she slipped back off the bed. "I'll try to save you a seat at the table."

"Of course," I answered, shaking my head as I stood up and slipped on my bathrobe. There was a bit of a spring in my step as I stepped out into the hall, and I didn't even need to worry about stumbling around trying to find the bathroom. A door stood open at the end of the hallway, exposing a porcelain throne for all to see. I whistled as I turned on the shower and decided to take a peek in the mirror as the water got hot.

Holy Hells, I'm ripped! My jaw dropped as I stared at my reflection. The face, the hair, it was all me -- but the body they were sitting on top of looked like something out of a comic book. The scrawny kid from Ohio was gone, replaced by a body that would have made most male models drool with envy -- and most female models just drool. I was surprisingly clean shaven, but that was the least confusing thing. This was not my body. Maybe if I spent a year or two working out constantly could I look this fine, but not just from waking up.

I was beginning to wonder if I was still dreaming when the steam began to condense on the mirror. Drops of water began to pour together from the edges, forming a melon sized bubble that stubbornly refused to acknowledge gravity. The bubble shimmered silver for a moment, as if it had been injected with liquid mercury. It began to slowly collapse, the top sinking in as it expanded to a more oval shape, geometric perfection deforming as it began to take on a woman's face. Color began to bleed through the silver, and I blinked in confusion as I found myself face to face with one pop culture's most recognizable leading ladies.

"Good morning," she said, her voice as sweet and smooth as warm honey. "Welcome to your new life. Everyone here, myself included, exist only to serve your pleasures. Indulge your wildest fantasies and your basest desires. For this world is as you write it. May you walk ever in Her light."

I continued to stare, even as the face began to melt back into the mirror, returning to its original form as nothing more than common water droplets. What the hell was that? I wondered as I climbed into the shower. Do anything I wanted to anyone I wanted? An entire world to play with as my own? Where was all this coming from and why? My mind raced as it tried, and failed, to grapple with the questions it had no answers for. Two things kept nagging at my brain, insisting they were somehow relevant.

Marilyn Monroe has been dead for decades. Why would I pick her?

And who was Her, anyway?

The Dream Trap Ch. 02



Ch. 2: My New Life

I was still shaking my head in confusion when I stepped out of the shower twenty minutes later. The house was quiet as I tip toed back to my room, which just left me alone with my thoughts. I closed the door behind me and reached for the lock before forcing myself to pause. What kind of person was I? Did I lock the door or leave my room open to public access? Would locking it violate some rule of the house I was living in? I didn't know whether Summer had climbed into bed with me or if she had snuck in at some point during the night. Was it public knowledge that we were lovers, or was it some sort of secret? It seemed kind of like a dick move for me to be boning my step sister behind my adopted parents' backs, but at the same time it might have been the very reason they adopted me in the first place!

My head was beginning to spin from all the questions, so I decided that at least one thing were going to be under my control and flipped the lock closed. I let the towel drop to the floor and sat down on the bed, taking a good look around the room. It looked pretty standard compared to what you saw on the TV. Navy blue carpeting covered the floor, with a standing lamp in one corner and a wall mounted bracket in the opposite corner diagonally across the room. A wooden chest of drawers occupied one wall, its top cluttered with pens, papers, and all sorts of knick knacks. There were several pictures buried in the mess, and I decided to get up and take a better look at them. What I found made me snort in disbelief.

Whoever had taken the pictures must have been the worst photographer ever. There were plenty of pictures of me with various girls, the most recent ones showing me and Summer in the classic couple poses. Most seemed to have been taken either at parties or other special events, and excepting the ones with Summer in them most seemed to be a few years old at least – making them entirely useless for telling who my current friends were. Even worse were the pictures of my parents. Each and every last one had been carefully cropped so that their faces were just out of frame. I knew there was something wrong with this reality, but hiding my parents' identities just made it that more obvious, by cutting away what would otherwise be concrete proof of my existence.

Or was that the point? The face in the mirror had said, "This world will be as you write it." It had sounded strange at the time, but I had dismissed it as pandering, a sort of 'seize your destiny' kind of line. But what if it was meant as some sort of clue? Summer had mentioned that my parents had died in a car accident months ago, but what actual proof was there of that? As far as I was concerned, none of this even existed the night before! For all I knew, my parents weren't actually dead , but really secret agents under really deep cover. Or maybe I was actually a clone, and my real parents were a turkey baster and a test tube. Maybe this entire thing was all some sick little experiment!

That...really would have sucked, actually. The super agent hypothesis wasn't much better, as it meant there was a good chance I would end up getting shot at sooner or later.

My head began to hurt from the confusing stream of questions, but I continued to search the rest of the room anyway. There were a few trophies for baseball and soccer, as well as the chess team, oddly enough. I must not have been very good at them, though, as they were all participation awards rather than actual accomplishments. Some action figures stood on the top of a pair of book cases, ranging from cheap toys to fairly expensive looking professional grade models. I couldn't help but notice the more pricey ones were usually female, and generally quite undressed. The book cases were the most natural things in the room. A pair of cheap wood board types, their shelves were sagging from all the weight that had been piled on to the,. There was a good number of hard covers, with more paperbacks stacked into two rows, with even more sitting horizontal to fill in the vertical gaps. I ran my finger over their spines as I silently read the titles. Most of them were the type of combat porn I favored, but I also spotted a few more recognizable authors such as Heinlein and Asimov. There were also a few comic trade paperbacks, as well as what looked like a complete set of the manga Berserk. All in all, it looked like what I would have chosen to stock my own shelves with.

My next stop was the closet, which turned out to be surprisingly disappointing. There were a few formal looking suits, some more casual looking slacks, and a few nice polos and button downs. Nothing, in other words, that couldn't have been ordered straight out of the Old Navy catalog. There was nothing with a brand logo, no concert souvenirs, no t-shirts with snarky slogans scrawled across the chest. It was the closet of an automaton, utterly devoid of personality and taste. I frowned as I considered the implications of that, and turned to look around the rest of the room to see what else was missing.

There were no posters, no banners, or other decorations hanging on the walls. There was no trace of any music or musical devices, no CD tower stacked with discs. There wasn't even a radio – my alarm clock was an old fashioned wind up model with a pair of bells on the top. There was a TV connected to a battered looking pair of rabbit ear antennas, but no sign of any DVDs or VHS tapes. My room was starting to feel more and more alien with each passing second. It wasn't mine at all. It looked more like an expensive facsimile, as if someone had gone to great lengths to make something that might have been a bedroom, but was really a set for actors to practice their craft on. 

That was when it hit me.

I was living in some sort of elaborate doll house. All this, the room, the people, the world, none of it could be real. I was just a piece in some sick little game being played out for the amusement of a mysterious other, someone with incredible power or pull to set up such a detailed fantasy. A shiver of fear crept down my spine as I tried, and failed, to realize the implications of my newfound knowledge. Was I the only one who knew? Or was the entire world aware of the sham? I felt sick to my stomach as I remembered that morning's athletics. I knew I had been a willing participant, but what about Summer? Did she really enjoy playing Alarm Clock, or had she been forced into the ultimate act of intimacy for the perverted benefit of a total stranger?

Great. Now I was quite possibly a rapist, even if an unwitting one.

"Hey, what's taking so long up there?" Summer called from the floor below."You fall asleep in the shower or something? Hurry up before your pancakes get cold, or worse, I eat them!"

I shook my head with a resigned sigh as I collected my bathrobe from the floor and belted it closed. I didn't know what would happen if whatever was in charge found out that I knew what I knew, nor did I want it to. But just because I didn't want them to be suspicious didn't necessarily mean I wanted to give them a free show, either, so I made sure the sash was nice and tight as I headed downstairs to food. Half way down the steps I caught the scene to warm maple syrup and freshly cooked pancakes. My stomach growled encouragement at this discovery, reminding me that I still needed to eat whether or not this world was real. I was plenty hungry, especially after that morning's exertions.

The kitchen looked like something out of a Lysol commercial. Large, widely spaced windows let in plenty of natural sunlight to gleam on the matched set stainless steel appliances. Fluorescent lights lit the marble countertops, all of which had been polished to a shine. Everything on display had been neatly organized, not a spoon, knife, or bowl out of place. The linoleum floor was absolutely spotless, as if no one had ever walked on it before.

It all looked as fake as it looked.

"About time you got down here, lazybones!"

My head snapped around as I stopped focusing on the room to see who had spoken and suddenly all my concerns vanished. Actually, it was rather difficult to keep my jaw in place as Tina Fey came walking around the table, wearing nothing more than a plain white apron and nothing else. Her breasts strained against the cloth, looking for any chance to escape as she moved. She had a skillet in one hand and a spatula in the other, and began to slide a trio of pancakes onto a waiting plate. She turned around as she did so, revealing there really wasn't anything else touching her body. She hummed as she moved, her tight as bouncing with each step, and all I could do was gape in admiration. Moral implications aside, I was starting to like this game.

Summer giggled as a third person declared, "Well, he certainly looks happy to be up!" I glanced down, and sure enough there was a noticeable bulge in the front of my robe. One wrong move and I would have been poking through entirely! I reached down and pulled my robe closer to my body, only to realize that that made the bulge all that much more noticeable. I blushed in embarrassment, my cheeks doing a good imitation of a pair of tomatoes as the three girls laughed.

"I'm flattered dear, but unfortunately I have work today and would like to be able to sit down at my desk," Mrs. Fey replied.

"Lay off him, Max," Summer scolded playfully, slapping her partner in crime on the back of the wrist as I slipped into my seat. I was finding it hard not to stare at the two of them. Summer's robe was loose, revealing too much cleavage and not enough at the same time. Max had taken it a step further, and didn't seem to be wearing anything at all. I thought she looked sort of like Jessica Alba, with large brown eyes and full lips that begged to be kissed. She wore her hair about the same length as Summer's, though she wore it bound rather than letting it hang free. That just meant that there was nothing to hide those wonderful breasts of hers. They were nice and firm, sitting high on her chest and capped by the most delicious looking chocolate colored nipples that were demanding to be licked.

Just what the hell was it with this family and not wearing clothes?

I must have been staring, because Max grinned at me as she reached down to fondle her tits. "I dunno, I think I'd rather lay on him than lay off him!"

Summer spit juice all over the table, scandalized by the double entendre. "Max!"

"Oh, please, we both know he likes what he sees!" Max snorted with a nod in my direction. "And don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, little Miss Alarm Clock."

Summer blushed alongside me as Max began a surprisingly good imitation of Summer during sex. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Ha- Ha- Haaooooooh yeeees!"

The way she was shaking and carrying on made it seem as if Max really was having an orgasm , causing my cock to throb in sympathy. It wasn't hard to picture my hands over her soft, supple skin so that I could tease those perky little nipples until she screamed for mercy. I thought my fantasies were going to have to remain just that, but Summer was full of surprises.

"Well, then maybe you can play Alarm Clock for the both of us tomorrow morning," she taunted, licking her lips in anticipation. "Unless of course you'd rather not wait, and join us this evening instead..."

Max moaned at the thought of sharing our bed, which earned her a disapproving look from Mom. "Max, what have I told you about playing with yourself at the table? Just because your sister offered to share with you is no reason to act like a common whore. Just think about what your father would say if he was still here!" 

I leaned over to Summer and whispered, "What would your dad say?"

"He'd remind her that being an uncommon whore pays better," Summer giggled. "And that it pays better."

"And you two stop whispering!" Tina scolded us, rapping us both on the back of the head with a serving spoon. "It isn't polite when you are with any form of company. If you three overly hormonal children have that much time to indulge yourselves, then you can very well go get ready for school. Just because Greenville is a community college doesn't make it any less important to your futures!"

We all cheered, "Yes, Mom!" but I was groaning on the inside. I thought I was long done with college, and the idea of suddenly finding myself back in those stagnant halls was not pleasing. On the other hand, if I was going to be spending most of my day in the company of eye candy as tasty as Summer and Max then maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. Besides, I had already done it all before, so there wouldn't be any surprises. In fact, I started to expect it to be pretty easy, what with me already having all the answers. Sure, there would be things I didn't know off the top of my head, but it would be a little weird if acted like some sort of super genius, especially if it seemed like an overnight change to the rest of the world.

The girls and I flirted playfully as we headed up to our rooms, only parting ways as we got to my door. Summer's room turned out to be the one between mine and the bathroom, while Max's was directly opposite Summer's. There was another room opposite mine that had been converted into a study, and Momma Fey's room occupied the other end of the hall. Hers was really more of a small suite, with the door to the hall opening into a small sitting room that joined her bedroom on the left to a master bath with built in Jacuzzi on the right.

I didn't want to look like I was going to church, so I did some digging in the dresser and managed to turn up a fairly comfortable pair of jeans. I ended up pairing it with a loose fitting plaid shirt that I left untucked with the sleeves sort of scrunched up on my arms. It still felt too clean shaven for my tastes, but until I had a grasp on the money situation in this world I was going to avoid going on any shopping sprees.

Despite the search for the jeans I still managed to be the first one down stairs. Granted, based on some of the shrieking coming from Summer's room there might have been more than just dressing going on, but I wouldn't know because I wasn't invited. I ended up waiting for them by the door, passing the time with a much read copy of John Ringo's March Up Country. The good guys were fighting a pitched battle in the ruins of an ancient city when the girls finally appeared at the top of the stairs.

Holy Hell, I was going to need to find some way to wire my jaw in place or I was going to end up losing it. The girls had picked radically different outfits, but that didn't mean they hadn't tried to dress as sexily as possible. Summer was wearing as little as possible, a pair of sneakers, a pair of hip hugging shorts, and a midriff baring tank top. The shorts were as tight as was decently possible, and only a few scant inches long. The tank top was nearly backless, held up only by the thinnest of spaghetti straps. The front was cut dangerously low, exposing a sumptuous amount of her chest. The top of the shirt was less than half an inch from her nipples, which were straining against the thin cotton in their best effort to be noticed. I was sure that one good bounce would set them on the road to freedom, but the top was nearly as tight as her shorts. Either way, there was no way in hell she was wearing underwear.

Max, by contrast, was more modestly indecent. She was dressed in a black leather outfit that looked like it had been painted on. It definitely covered more than what Summer was wearing, but somehow managed to be all the more provocative. Her pants split just above the knee cap, the leather parting to expose the top of her thighs. It was a straight cut, however, with the broad, crisscrossing laces curving inwards so that anyone following the pattern would find themselves drawn to her crotch. The jacket she was wearing was short sleeved and just as seductive. It hugged her curves nicely, giving her tits an extra little lift for emphasis. The only ornamentation was a shiny silver zipper controlled by a platypus shaped tab about half an inch long. It sat halfway between the top and bottom of her tits, a shiny little lure designed to lead the eye to her cleavage. I was torn between trying to look at both her chest and crotch at the same time and nearly ended up cross eyed for my efforts.

Max laughed as I shook my head to try and clear my vision. "Well, well, it seems our outfits have been approved!"

"Everyone on campus is going to be absolutely enthralled by you two," I answered, trying to ignore just how uncomfortable my pants were getting.

"All the better to make sure you keep your eyes on us," Max purred as she pressed her body against mine. I swallowed, trying to ease the dryness in my throat as I felt her wonderfully soft breasts pressed against my own. That jacket was thinner than I had thought, and when I looked down I could help but watch the perfect curve of her tit disappearing into the shadows. She nipped playfully at my ear as her hand slid down my stomach to-

"Knock that off!" Summer demanded, swatting Max playfully on the ass. "There will be plenty of time for that later. Now we really need to get going or we really will be late for class."

"Spoil sport," Max sighed with great exaggeration. Summer's scolding wasn't enough to keep her from reaching between my legs and giving my cock a quick squeeze. "Until later then. If maybe not as much later as you think..."

Summer rolled her eyes but didn't offer any further comment as she led the way through the door. I tried to puzzle out Max's comment, but the world wasn't done throwing curve balls at me. Parked in the drive way were two cherry red convertibles and they were easily the clickest rides I had ever seen. They had unusually low slung bodies that could seat six apiece, three in the front and three in the back, with plenty of leg room to spare for all parties. They were both a little longer than the cars I was used to, with the rear quarter occupied by a spacious trunk. Two wings rose diagonally from the sides, making the car look like the product of some Detroit engineer's wet dream.

The girls made sure I sat in the middle as we climbed in, leaving Summer in the driver's seat. The wheel looked like some sort of gaming rig, missing the top and bottom and quarters so that only two pie slice shaped handles remained. For reasons I didn't yet understand it had also been installed at a seventy five degree angle. Adding to my confusion was the fact that there didn't seem to be any ignition or transmission to change gears. Instead there was a pair of black plastic tabs within reach of Summer's finger tips, and as I watched with great interest she slid open a small panel in the center of the steering wheel and typed in a seemingly random seven digit number. I waited to hear the familiar roar of an engine coming to life, but nothing happened.

Nothing, that is, until the car lurched into the air and began climbing rapidly.

I managed to not scream like a little girl as we raced away from the ground, a fact I am quite proud of, even if it did take every ounce of willpower I had. Don't get me wrong, I was thrilled by the idea of flying cars and had always dreamed of riding in one. The catch was that I was terrified of heights, and had always expected there to be inside a flying car with a roof. Riding in the convertible was like riding in a roller coaster without the benefit of a safety bar. My stomach was planning on taking up a permanent residency in my throat when finally leveled out. It eventually decided to move back to its proper home, helped by the sight of other cars flying past us. I just had to make a conscious effort to watch the tops of the trees whizzing by below us. I didn't realize my discomfort was so visible until Max laughed. "You know, if you don't get over your fear of heights you'll never get your sky license."




The Dream Trap Ch. 02



"Yeah, well," I snorted, staring at the dashboard to avoid looking out the windshield. "As long as I can drive on the ground I'll be fine. At least on the ground I won't need to wait to get to the crash site if something goes wrong!"

"Aww, poor baby," Max cooed, running her fingernails down the inside of my thigh. "Tell you what, I could always distract you till we get there..."

My cock twitched at the suggestion, but Summer once again decided to nip Max's intentions in the bud. "Hey, not with the top down! Mom will kill me if I get another ticket for public lewdness! You know that!"

Max began to pout. "Oh, fine, I'll save it for later, then."

"Thank you," Max replied, steering us over a black iron fence. She hovered for a moment behind another car, then touched down in the middle of a black asphalt circle. She pulled out of the circle onto a two lane road that led to a large parking lot. Cars could be seen taking off and pulling into the flight lanes without a problem, but everyone landed at one of the designated circles. I thought about it for a moment, then realized it was actually a pretty good method for making sure people didn't accidentally get squashed when a car landed. I still wasn't sure whether they what it was that allowed the cars to fly, but I was pretty sure it wasn't going to negate nearly two thousand pounds of plastic and metal landing on someone's head.

Summer paused as we got out of the car and began to dig through her pack. "here," she said, handing me a piece of folded paper. "Its your schedule. You left it in my room last night and I spotted it on my desk while getting dressed. Thought you might want to have it for today."

"Thanks, lovely," I replied, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "I definitely owe you one."

"Then I'll make sure to collect this evening," she accepted, grabbing me by the face and pulling me into a full contact kiss. Her tongue was just starting to invite mine over to visit when we were rather rudely interrupted.

"Ahem." We broke apart to find Max staring at us, tapping her foot with disapproval. "What was that about avoiding any more tickets for lewdness, dear?"

"Yeah, but at least this time I actually would have been the one to earn it," Summer replied smugly. 

"Girls, girls, enough!" I ordered, holding up my hands in a silent appeal for peace. "There is plenty of me to go around, as well as plenty of time for the two of you to share. Now, if we could all get on with things?"

"Yes, dear," they both answered in unison, leaning in to give me a fast kiss on the cheek before each heading off on their own. I unfolded had handed me, and started reading it as I entered the campus proper. I kept one eye on the paper as I walked and the other on the campus itself, curious as to my surroundings. I wondered what college would be like in this brave new world, and it looked like I wasn't going to be disappointed. It seemed minimal dress was the preferred style around these parts, with most people wearing not much more than Summer was. Tall, short, thin, or fat, it didn't seem to matter what you looked like, you wore as little as the weather permitted. There was a cheerleading squad practicing in uniform by one of the quads, and I couldn't help but think they looked particularly over dressed, not a thought I normally associated with their typically skimpy costumes. There were also plenty of people dressed like I was, simple jeans t-shirt type outfits.

It was what was missing that stood out in my mind. There were no skater kids in baggy clothes practicing tricks on the curbs. There were no punks or metalheads proudly proclaiming their allegiance to this or that musical act by parading around in band merchandise, nor were there any t-shirts emblazoned with memetic catchphrases or triumphs of insanity. There was no sign of any counter culture groups anywhere, as if the entire campus was dominated by mundane and exhibitionists. More weirdness to add to the list.

My first class was "Advanced Creative Writing", as taught by one Professor Rick Castle. Room 225 in something called the Silver Building. On one hand, I was a sophomore so I should have already known my way around campus. In truth, I had figuratively been born only that morning. Have you ever tried to read a campus map? It was a dirt brown board marked by white paths branching out like the limbs of an ancient oak tree. Irregularly shaped green splotches marked the locations of buildings, helpfully marked in chipped and fading paint. Four matching black squares sat in the corners, representing the parking lots, add a touch of graffiti to flavor, then finish by having some joker scrape off the "You Are Here" sticker, and voila! Instant uselessness that nearly had me late to my first class. Fortunately, it was a small group so the professor didn't mind waiting for me.

Especially since it was so small that I seemed to be the only person in it.

Castle had been sitting at his desk, feet propped up next to his computer screen when I finally came puffing into the room, having run the last few yards to make sure I beat the bell. He had a paperback copy of Heat Rising, his own cheerful smile decorating the back cover. "Ah, if it isn't the prodigal author, back from his summer vacation! So tell me, how was it? Any passionate love affairs or misadventures of derring do?"

"Ah, not that I know of?" I hazarded. "Just a typical summer vacation."

Castle looked crestfallen. "Well, that's rather disappointing. I was at the least expecting an encounter with Somali pirates or rock hounds in orbit around Mars. Nothing? Really?"

"Well, uh," I hesitated, my mind racing for an answer that wouldn't disappoint him. I didn't know why, but for some reason I felt it was important to impress him. "I did spend a couple of weeks temping with a PI. I was supposed to be working on a cheating wife case, but it turned out the guy she was fooling around with was Daemon Sadisto, one of the local capos. Well, he thought we were with the cops and tried to whack us to keep us quiet. We tried to get out of there, but they managed to corner us in an old abandoned warehouse. Shots were fired in anger, and both Daemon and the broad bought it. Unfortunately my boss also caught a round, and last I heard he was still in rehab. Though that could also be because his live in nurse is a redhead, so..."

"Well done!" Castle announced, clapping his hands in triumph. "See? Stories are always there, you just need to reach out and listen for them. I want five pages out of that by the end of class on Friday."

"Speaking of the class," I said, looking 

around the room. "Where is everyone else?"

"Dropped the class," Castle answered, dropping back into his chair. "It probably should have been canceled, but the administration likes to boast that they have a big name author on the payroll, so I need to actually have a few classes to my name for them to justify it. Doesn't really matter how big the class is though, and I'm sure we'll get a couple more students once the year picks up."

"Ah, ok. " The door opened behind me, letting in a tall, lanky brunette. She actually had half an inch on me, courtesy of the three inch stilettos she was wearing. She was dressed professionally in a slate grey skirt suit that almost seemed designed to be undressed by the eyes.

"Professor Beckett, what a surprise!" Castle said, bolting out of his seat. "What brings you to my little corner of the building?"

"Well, it seems all of my dry erase markers have disappeared," Beckett admitted with a knowing smile. "It makes teaching my Intro to Criminology class a wee bit difficult. You wouldn't happen to have any I could borrow?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!" Castle answered with a smile. He reached into the top drawer in his desk and pulled out a brand new box of markers. "Here, help yourself."

"Thank you, Rick!" Beckett matched his smile with one of her own as she took the box and helped herself to some of the markers. "You know, you might want to stop by and observe my class some time. You might learn something for those mysteries of yours."

"You know, I would love to!" Castle accepted. "You should give me a copy of the schedule, I'll see how many of them I can make."

"I'll do that," Beckett replied with a nod. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my students before they think I've abandoned them and decide to use it as an excuse to cut."

I waited for Beckett to leave before turning around and asking Castle, "Did you...?"

"Steal her dry erase markers just so that she would have a reason to come down here and talk to me? Of course not!" He shook his head, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "That would be much too obvious, and I'm sure she's going to ask if anyone saw me do just that. She's too suspicious for her own good, that woman. Nah, I paid one of the janitors a hundred bucks to 'accidentally' throw them out when he went into clean the room last night."

I hung around for a little while longer after that, but there really wasn't much I could do with Castle that I couldn't do on my own. Having fulfilled the grueling demands of the administration by taking a successful roll call, Castle decided to release me back into the wilds of academia. A quick check of my schedule told me that my next class wasn't for several more hours, so I decided to head to the library. It was time to do some research into my strange new world.

I found an empty computer terminal up on the third floor. The set up looked a little retro, reminding me of the old black and green monsters that I used to play Oregon Trail on back during elementary school. But just because it looked old didn't mean it was old. Instead it handled like Steve Job's fantasy machine, moving so quickly and effortlessly that it didn't even seem to need to load a page. Just click and boom! Instant information. Better yet, Wikipedia still existed, and the next thing I knew I was lost in a tangled maze of hyperlinks.

The world wasn't just strange – it was fundamentally different from anything I knew. For starters, World War II never occurred, at least not as I knew it. Hitler never rose to power, but was instead arrested for his part in the Reichstag fire and sentenced to twenty years in prison. Irwin Rommel took over instead, and even instituted many of the same military policies that helped rebuild Germany in the first place. The difference was that Rommel left out the fear and hate mongering of the Nazis, preferring to cast foreign powers as the bad guys instead of Jewish boogeymen. Thus when the Soviet Union and China kicked off the Panasian war by invading Poland and Japan, it was Rommel's Iron Legions that were the first to respond to Polish calls for aid, giving Britain and France a chance to muster their own troops. Pearl Harbor still occurred in 1942, but instead of Japanese Zeroes it was Soviet built planes and ships crewed by Chinese troops. It also didn't go as well, a consequence of the attacking fleet relying on codes that had long been broken by German and British intelligence operations. Instead of a fleet of sitting ducks lined up neatly at anchor, the Pacific fleet met their would-be killers with open arms and loaded guns. D-Day came about on April 1st, 1944, when US troops landed in Hong Kong as the European allies raced towards Moscow. 

No Holocaust. Not atomic bombings. But there had been a Manhattan project.

In 1945 a combined team of American. British, German, and Japanese engineers unveiled the first nuclear reactor designed for public use. They continued to design the atom bomb alongside it, but without the lingering specters of Hiroshima and Nagasaki to haunt the public's memories the bombs were seen as nothing more than extravagant, if useless, weapons. After all, what good was a city if it got turned into a glow in the dark wasteland?

No more Soviet Union meant no Cold War, and no Cold War meant no containment policy. Vietnam came and went – the French still lost and nobody cared. The North Koreans got steamrolled by the South, and the unified nation joined the Japanese and the recently rebuilt China in forming an economic powerhouse.

The 60s came, and brought the hippies with it, but without any major wars to protest they got a much warmer reception by the Establishment. Instead of the Arms Race there was the Space Race. On July 4th, 1967, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were the first men to step foot on the moon. They were joined two days later by Captains Broderick Smith and Hilda Bruin of the European Space Command, who had unfortunately been delayed by foul weather. Captains Broderick and Bruin were married later that afternoon by Colonel Sousuke Tamino of the Asian Administration of Space Exploration, who arrived shortly before Captain Broderick had begun to serve the afternoon tea. Luckily for all involved, Captain Broderick had packed a little bit extra, just in case of visitors. 

Kennedy got assassinated by Cuban refugees upset about the Bay of Pigs fiasco and Nixon resigned over Watergate. A young black man by the name of Terel Simpson was murdered on the balcony of his hotel room in Birmingham, Alabama. Simpson had been a member of the Black Empowerment League, and had been assigned as the bodyguard of one Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who had recently received several death threats.

The shooting served as a wake up slap to America, as several riots broke out in major cities as a response to the shooting. Dr. King and several other leaders managed to calm the violence with strict appeals to reason and justice. The trial of the shooter, one Marcus Cerreta, was the media event of the year. The case was put together by a handpicked group of investigators, who went over every detail with painstaking thoroughness. The trial was as methodic and by the book as possible, interrupted only every so often by the defendants outbursts of racist rhetoric. Several years later, Dr. King would become the first black president.

The 70s came, and they were even more radical than the 60s. The ideals of free love and brotherhood became wedded to the means of capitalism and industry. The American philosophy soon became, "Do no harm, and make a buck while you're at it." The successes of the black activists inspired a new wave of those who stood up for themselves; the public was more than welcoming, and soon all were equal under the eyes of the law. There were still a few lone nutjobs, but they were all treated as the exception, rather than the rule.

Page after fascinating page went by. Waco happened but Oklahoma City didn't. No commie menace meant no McCarthy, which translated into no Reagan. Instead Carter and Bush Sr. got extra terms. There was no Iraq or Iran, but a Persia who was good friends with Israel, as they shared a mutual interest in checking Egyptian aggression. The last bit had me sitting there shaking my head in disbelief. I made a mental note not to discuss politics with anyone for a while, as even simple mainstays such as the Republican and Democratic parties seemed alien. The head of the democrats actually was an alien – a lime green fellow with three eyes named Oxilaindilar, who had originally immigrated to the States from Venus with his parents.

"Hey, buddy, you using that?"

"Huh?" I turned around to find myself face to stomach with a beefy looking jock waiting for the computer. The name tag on his jacket read, "Yawgmoth". I glanced at the clock behind him and realized I had lost all track of time. If I didn't hurry I was going to be late to my next class. "Nah, go ahead, its all yours."

"Damned right it is," he grunted, sliding into the still warm seat. I froze for a moment, fighting the urge to make a sarcastic remark. I didn't like to let such petty insults go, but I also had no clue what I was up against. The only Yawgmoth I knew had been a dark god wannabe from a fantasy card game. Fifty – fifty shot I was dealing with either a normal pissy jock with testosterone poisoning or an eldritch horror from beyond time and space that would more than capable of melting my face with a word. I decided I liked my face right where it was, thank you, so I just muttered, "Whatever," and kept walking.

My next class was Human Sexuality, conveniently located in the same building as my Creative Writing course. The classroom itself was located all the way down in the basement, in the back corner by the boilers. Both boilers were going full blast despite the summer heat, pumping plenty of hot water up to the science labs buzzing away on the top floor. The air conditioning in the basement wasn't up to the herculean task of fighting the overflowing heat. The end result was like standing in the middle of a desert without a shred of shade to hide in, but at least it was a dry heat.

The room was packed, adding to the heat problem. Every seat in the room was occupied, leaving me nowhere to sit. There were slightly more guys than girls, and the reasons why were obvious. The outfits the girls were wearing were skimpy, even by the lax standards I had observed outside. Quite a number of people had simply decided to go without clothes altogether, their outfits rolled up and stuffed into the baskets underneath their desks. The lone holdout, unsurprisingly, was Max. She was sitting in the corner seat and still wearing her leather outfit, as if the heat didn't bother her at all. She waved me over as she slid out of her chair. "We seem to be a seat short, so you take this one."

"What about you?" I asked, taking the offered seat. I suppose it was a sign that I was getting used to the place when I wasn't at all surprised by her plopping into my lap. The thin leather she was wearing was more like a second skin than an article of clothing, and my cock began to harden as she squirmed in my lap. Her hips gyrated slowly, and it didn't take long for me to realize she wasn't trying to get comfortable, but was trying to give me a subtle lap dance. The only one who seemed to notice all the foreplay was the dark haired girl sitting next to us. She was pretending to be reading from the text book, but I could tell she was watching us out of the corner of her eyes by the way her pen had been sitting in the same place for more than two minutes. Well, if we were going to have an audience, then it was only fair that we put on a show...

Max hissed through clenched teeth as I slid an arm around her waist and began to stroke the inside of her thigh. I began at her kneecap and began working my way inward with shorter and shorter strokes, until I was just barely grazing her crotch with each pass. Her lap dance became a more insistent grinding as she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Our neighbor gave up any pretense of studying and was now actively staring at us. She licked her lips and glanced around nervously, unsure if she should say something, keep watching or offer to join us. She caught my eye, but I didn't have any answers for her. This was quite possibly the most outrageous thing I had ever done, and my brain was operating on autopilot in self defense. My fingers brushed against the button holding Max's pants closed, and she tensed at the contact. I twisted open the first, then the second.

I was just reaching for the third and final button when the classroom door slammed open, letting through a stacked brunette carrying a briefcase. She was wearing a light blue button down with the sleeves rolled up and the front low enough to expose the black bikini top she was wearing in lieu of a bra Her daisy dukes did nothing to hide her long, tanned legs, a pair of sea green eyes sparkled from behind a pair of narrow glasses. She tossed her briefcase carelessly onto her desk before reaching for a red dry erase marker.

"Good afternoon boys and girls, I am Doctor Andrews," she announced, scrawling her name in huge letters across the board. "Welcome to Human Sexuality 101. Those of you who are expecting a rehash of your high school health classes should probably leave now. This also going to be a hands on course, so those who object to having a little fun should leave now. Any questions?"




The Dream Trap Ch. 02



One of the girls in the first row raised her hand. "What do you mean this is a hands on course...?"

"I mean you are here to learn how to have SEX!" Dr, Andrews roared. "Foreplay, postplay, and everything in between! Like any good skill, this is going to require PRACTICE! In the privacy of your own home you fool around with whomever you want. Here in the classroom you will be required to interact with other students, and participation IS mandatory."

I tried not laugh as all the guys in the room started exchanging looks. Mandatory participation in a sausage heavy group? Heads were shaken and nods were shared as various decisions were reached. A fair number of the guys and one of the girls began to gather up their belongings and head for the door. Dr. Andrews was stone faced as she watched them leave. It wasn't until the last person left that she shook her head with a rueful smile.

"Happens every semester," she admitted as she sat down behind her desk. "And now we're girl heavy, also just like every other semester. Sorry girls, it just looks like you're going to end up having to share some of the guys. Don't worry, I'm sure there will be plenty of volunteers." The girl sitting next to us tried to sneak a glance at me, only to blush when I caught her looking. Her head snapped around so fast, I was afraid she might have gotten whiplash. It was a priceless reaction, and I nearly blew my spot by laughing.

"This is a no restrictions class," the professor continued. "You all signed the waivers, so you call know what that means, or at least claimed you did. Nevertheless, the university requires me to remind you that you can drop this class at any time without impacting your GPA. They also wanted me to remind you that after today, you also won't get a refund. This is your last chance to get your money back. Any takers?" There were a few nervous glances back and forth, but no one budged from their seats. "Good, glad to see we're all adults here. As a reward. I'm going to give you all a special treat today, a taste, if you will, of what's to come. Today's demonstration will be on the proper technique for giving a blowjob. We'll come back to this later in the year when we get to our section on oral sex, but this one always tends to be a bit of a crowd favorite. For right now, I need two volunteers, one male and one female."

My hand immediately shot into the air, not that I had much choice about it. Max's hand was clamped firmly on my wrist, and her grip was so tight that I wasn't sure if I could break it even if I wanted to. Not that I was complaining, of course. I had been looking forward to fooling around with the flirtatious coed all day, and now it looked like my dreams were going to come true! I felt a bit anxious about performing in front of a group, but that was more to do with my concerns about premature detonation. My morning orgasm was pretty far off, and my balls were pretty damned packed from all the day's teasing.

Dr, Andrews smiled as she saw our hands linked together. "Ah, good, a couple!" That always makes this so much easier. Okay you two, come down here." She motioned to the front of the classroom, and Max dragged me out of my seat. "As the first volunteers of the year, I'm going to award you bonus points. Now, why don't you introduce yourselves?"

Max bounced up and down eagerly. "Hi, I'm Max!"

All I could manage, however, was, "Er." I found myself confronted by more than two dozen curious eyes, and my performance anxiety had given way to full blown stage fright. All the girls were sitting there, ready to pass judgment on me, and all the guys were getting ready to point out every single inadequacy they could find. One particularly helpful fellow in the front line mouthed, 'Sucks to be you!' Fortunately, my silence didn't seem to faze Dr. Andrews at all.

"Never mind," she announced, stomping right over my silence. "By the time the bell rings, none of them would have remembered it anyway. Now, let's get started. Have the two of you been together long?"

"For about a few months," Max answered.

"And are you exclusive or open?"

"Oh, open, definitely!" Max beamed. It was news to me, but it wasn't bad news.

"And are the two of you active, or is this class and introduction?"

"Oh, no, we are very active!"

"Wonderful!" Dr. Andrews declared, 

clapping her hands together in delight. "In that case, I'll allow you two a bit of discretion in how to proceed, and only give a few simple instructions and observations as you go. Now, if you would be so good as to take off your pants?"

It took me a moment to realize she was addressing me, and I blushed as I unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop to the floor. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and my cock was still semi-erect from the earlier lap dance. It seemed torn between rising to occasion and withering back into hiding, bobbing slightly with each breath as I tried to steady my nerves.

"Oooh," Dr. Andrews gasped in astonishment. "Now that is a magnificent specimen of the male member. Would you mind joining me on the floor, Max? I can't help but admit that just looking at this thing is getting me wet, and I'm sure there are more than a few girls in the class who would agree. Would you mind terribly if I fail to resist temptation and try to join in later?" 

Ma x smiled as she knelt on my left. "Not at all, Professor! How would you like me to start?"

"First, let us find out exactly what we are dealing with, shall we? Go ahead and give him a few good strokes to make sure he is fully erect. It looks like there might still be some slack in that rope, and we want to make sure the folks in back can see! "

I couldn't help myself as I turned to look at the girl in the back row. She was half sitting, half standing, and her eyes were wide as she watched Max fondle my now fully erect penis. She must have realized I was staring at her, as she suddenly looked up. Our eyes met for a brief second, and then she turned away, her cheeks red with embarrassment. A metallic hiss snapped me back to reality, and I looked down to see Dr. Andrews unwinding a flexible wire tape measure. 

"Ok, let us see what we are dealing with," she repeated, laying the wire alongside my shaft. Her eyes went wide as she exclaimed, "Oh my! Seven and a half inches from base to tip, and one and a quarter in diameter! I hope you aren't a fan of anal, young man, because you are packing a weapon of ass destruction!"

The class obligingly laughed at the lame pun, but my dick clenched at the suggestion. My mind flashed to thought of Dr. Andrews bent over her desk, her skirt hiked up around her hips and her thong down around her ankles, panting with delight as I fucked her from behind.

'All you have to do is ask,' a voice whispered in the back of my mind, and I don't know how, but I knew it was true. I shrugged it off, something to consider for later, once I had more ground under my feet.

"Alas, that is another class," Dr. Andrews continued. She set the tape measure aside, letting it hiss closed as it automatically rewound itself. "Now, back to the topic at hand. Max, if you would be so kind as to begin?"

"I thought you were never going to ask," Max replied with a grin as her hand tightened around my cock. She continued to pump it slowly, her hand twisting slightly with each stroke. I took half a step back, reaching for the desk behind me. My hands gripped the edge, letting it take my weight, as I could no longer trust me suddenly shaky legs. Max's warm breath tickled against my skin as she leaned into press her lips against the inside of my thigh. My stomach began to flutter as she began to trace the arc of my hips with soft, feather light kisses. It became harder to breathe as I made the mistake of looking down to watch her, only to spot my cock hovering dangerously close to her breasts. It was aimed directly at her cleavage, and it would have been so easy to just give in then and there, to explode all over her chest and watch my cum slide down her skin... I wish I could say it was will power that kept me from climaxing just then, but it was really a selfish desire for more. I doubted I'd be able to recover all that quickly, and I wanted to know just how far she was willing to take this.

"Very good," Dr. Andrews murmured from the floor next to us. "Whether intended as foreplay or as the main event, a strong sense of anticipation is important for good oral sex. The inside of the thighs are particularly rich in nerve endings, making them extremely sensitive. So remember, start slow and work your way into things."

Max seemed to take that as her cue to move on to the next step. She stopped stroking and held my cock in front of her lips, pausing just long enough to whisper, "I love you," before sending a shiver down my spine by blowing a gust of cool air over the head of my penis. She squeezed me gently, forcing a drop of precum from the tip. She gave it another squeeze and then another, until that drop was fat and heavy and nearly ready to drop onto her waiting tongue. It held there, poised against the pull of gravity until it vanished with a sudden swipe of her tongue.

Smothering heat washed over my skin as Max's lips parted around the head of my cock. She managed the first few inches easily enough before being forced to stop. Her breasts rose as she paused to take a deep breath, and I could swear I felt her throat constrict as she swallowed involuntarily. She moved as soon as the pressure eased, gobbling down another half inch before she had to stop again. A wash of warm air caressed my skin as she breathed through her nose and my balls tightened in response. She kept going in starts and stops, until she had managed to cram my entire cock down her throat. 

Oh. My. God. It is almost impossible to describe how incredible it felt. Her lips were flat against my groin as she held her position, letting her throat muscles do all the work. They didn't so much squeeze as pull at my cock, as if she could make me cum simply by dragging it out of me. My knuckles whitened as I grabbed the desk damned near hard enough to break it, and I had to bite my tongue against the monsoon of pleasure that was threatening to wipe away my self control. I was in paradise, and I never wanted that moment to end.

"Oh, now that is impressive." I was so far gone that I had forgotten we had an audience, and Dr. Andrew's comment snapped me back to reality. "That is an amazing display of control of the gag reflex. Boy's, don't assume your partner will be able to do that right away. It takes a phenomenal amount of practice, and even then not everyone can do it. To be as good as Maxine, you need to be born that way."

Max popped off me with a gasp. "Thank you, professor!"

Thanks indeed! My cock was beginning to ache from delayed gratification, and while I didn't notice then, it was definitely going to make sitting down later a bit awkward. Not that I was going to complain!

Dr. Andrews took a good look at my cock and asked, "About ready to cum, are we?" I nodded violently, earning an amused smile. "Well, don't worry as we need to finish before the bell. Where would you like to cum?"

"Anywhere she wants me to!" I blurted, not really having any capacity to think about my answer. 

"Good choice!" Dr. Andrews agreed clapping her hands together with a small laugh. "So, Max, where will it be?"

"Well, the idea is for people to see, so I am afraid I won't be able to swallow. And it is a bit annoying when it gets in my eyes or hair, so I think I will avoid the face," Max answered with a smirk. "What do you think, professor, do you think he should come all over my breasts?"

"Whatever you wish, young lady!" Dr. Andrews replied, still smiling. "why don't you go ahead and show us how it is done?"

Max nodded, then let go of my cock as she reached for the zipper of her jacket. Metal hissed as she yanked the tab down, while one smooth motion had her breasts spilling free as her jacket slid to the ground. If anything, her tits looked even more perfect than they had that morning. All I could do was stare, and for some reason that old Bob Seger song started running through the back of my brain, though they were set way up firm and high, capped by big hard nipples that made no secret of Max's arousal.

Max wasted no time in taking advantage of her sudden nudity. She straightened up a bit, lifting her ass up off her heels so that my cock was no longer hovering above her tits but directly in front of them. My lust mounted as I realized what she was about to do and Bob stopped playing as my mental record got stuck on, "Yesyesyesyesyes!" I love tit fucking, especially when the girl is in control of it, to the point where it is probably a bit of a fetish.

Max's technique was...different. When most 

girls bestow that rarest of blessings they normally squash their breasts together from the side, as if the guy's cock is a nut that needs to be cracked open. Max instead cupped them from below, letting out a happy little sigh as she pinched her own nipples between thumb and forefinger. She scooted forward a bit on her knees before lifting her breasts together around my shaft, which now lay flat against her chest. 

Heaven. Her skin was warm and silky smooth, and it felt like my cock had just been slipped into a perfectly fitted glove. My shaft was still slippery with her saliva, but enough had dried to offer the perfect balance between friction and slickness. The technique she had chosen was particularly effective, as all she had to do was lift her tits up before allowing gravity to slide them back down again. I let go of the desk to grip her shoulders, my hips buck with an instinctive counter rhythm that thrust the swollen purple head of my penis towards her chin. I could feel my balls churning as the pressure on them mounted, and I knew it was going to be an explosive finish. Then Max delivered her coup de grace.

"Hmmm, maybe I will swallow after all."

She ducked her head down and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock, her tongue lashing the sensitive spot where skin joined to muscle as she began to vigorously rub her tits in opposite directions. The sensations were indescribable, and so mind numbingly overwhelming that all I could do was rock back on my heels and shout, "Fuck!" Just like that, I was done. My entire body shook and my cock twitched before exploding in a fountain of jizz, as if it were some sort of biological Vesuvius. Max gurgled in surprise and her cheeks bulged as her mouth filled with semen. I'll be damned if she let a single drop escape.

"Gods damn," I moaned, staggering backwards until I slammed into the desk. Dr. Andrews merely smirked at my haggard condition before turning to Max and asking, "Is there anything else you would like to share with the class?"

Max nodded silently before standing up and turning to face the class. She pursed her lips together and bent her head, letting my cum drizzle on to her tits. The pale white streams trickled together, glistening under the bright fluorescent lights as they flowed down the valley formed by those amazing breasts.



The Dream Trap Ch. 03



I felt drained as I stumbled out of the classroom, staggering under the combined weight of a half dozen congratulatory claps on the back from some of the guys I passed. I managed to get free of the press of bodies and found a convenient patch of wall to sag against as I waited for Max to appear. We had somehow managed to get separated in the time between me bending over to pull my pants back up and her getting back on her feet. I could only imagine how many of the other guys must still be in there trying to proposition her, and an irrational surge of jealousy ran through me. She had claimed we were in an open relationship, and I knew she was sharing me with Summer, but the entire situation was too new and she was mine and I didn't want to share and I don't care if that made me a hypocrite. 

Instead I was actually quite surprised when Max walked out of the classroom linked arm in arm with the brunette who had been sitting next to us. Max hadn't bothered to put her backed back on, nor had she bothered to clean up. There were still faint streaks of cum drying on her tits, and hallway burst into applause as she appeared. She let go of the brunette just long enough to take a bow, which earned its own wave of hooting and cat calls. Max drank it all in for several seconds before once again grabbing the brunette and dragging her towards me.

"Why did you leave?" Max demanded. "I thought you were going to stay put."

"I didn't," I answered tiredly. "Think, that is. For some reason my brain wasn't receiving its standard allotment of blood. Apparently it was all being diverted for recreational purposes, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Max stuck out her tongue and wagged it back and forth. "Not my fault that you are so out of shape."

"Ha!"

"Well, you are," Max insisted sweetly. "I can only imagine what sort of half cocked performance Summer and I will be getting out of you tonight. I suppose we can skip it if you are too sore..."

"We'll see who leave who sore," I growled, letting the words rumble up out of the back of my throat. "Watch your tone, lass, or I'll screw you so damned hard you'll be walking crooked for a month!"

"Promises, promises," Max sighed, shaking her head sadly. "Either way, we shall see. But first..." Before anyone could do or say anything she shoved the brunette in front of her. "You have an admirer."

"Hi," I said, smiling warmly at the girl. Now that she was up close and personal I had a better chance to appreciate the craftsmanship that had gone into her. She had a lovely heart shaped face with startlingly bright blue-green eyes flecked with bits of amber. The thin cotton of her tee shirt was stretched by melon sized breasts and her nipples were peaking teasingly from behind their cloth shelter. Alas, it was a full collared shirt so there was no way to steal a glance at what must have been magnificent cleavage.

"Um, hi," she repeated, clearly embarrassed by being thrust in the spot light. It only made her seem that much cuter.

Her nerves actually settled my own down. It's hard to be afraid of someone when they are clearly terrified by you. I couldn't help but tease her a bit over it. "well? Do you have a name?"

"Oh!" Her blush darkened from a sort of light pink to a deep red normally reserved for stop signs. "Sorry, my name is Alyzabythe."

"A-ly-za-bythe," I repeated, rolling her name over my tongue. "I like it. It has a sort of...Shakespearean sense to it. Nicely classical."

"What about you?" she asked, having finally found her courage. "What's your name?"

"Guess."

"Guess?" Her nose scrunched in confusion. "What sort of name is that?"

"That's not his name," Max said as she rolled her eyes at my lame joke. "He's just being stupid, so don't worry about it. Didn't you have a question you wanted to ask him?"

"Right, the question!" Aly seemed startled by the reminder. "I was wondering, would you like to go out with me some time?"

"Um." Okay, it wasn't an unexpected question, but I was still trying to come to grips with my relationship with Summer and Max. I couldn't even name the tune that was playing, let alone figure out which one of the three of us was supposed to be leading the dance! I shot a pleading look at Max, but she only smiled and nodded. "Sure, sounds fun. What did you have in mind?"

"Want to go the movies Friday night?" Aly suggested.

"Um." Max shook her head. "Sorry, I'm busy Friday. What about..." Max held up one finger. "...Saturday night? I should be free then."

"Saturday is fine!" Aly answered hurriedly. "What do you want to go see?"

"Oh, no!" I said. I had no clue what was playing, but the out was easy enough to see. "You asked, so you get to pick the movie."

"What about Batman Begins?" she suggested hesitantly. "I think I've heard good things about it."

Ah, a geek after my own heart! "Sounds good to me. Pick you up around seven?"

"Sounds great!" Aly beamed. The bell began to ring before she could say anything else. "Oh, crap, I'm going to be late for my next class! See you Saturday!"

She ran down the hallway, bellowing for people to get out of her way. That left me standing there slackjawed while Max merely looked amused. After a moment she said, "Two things I fell I should point out. Well, three, actually. First, how are you going to pick her up if you don't know where she lives?"

"Damn!"

"And how are you going to get her address if you don't have her phone number?"

"Shit!"

"And how are you going to pick her up if Kelk still has your car?"

"Fu- What?"

Max leaned in and kissed me gently on the cheek. "Aww, poor baby is confused. I ran into that nutjob that you call a friend when I was coming out of my chemistry class this morning. He was looking for you so that he could return your keys, but he wouldn't give them to me for some reason."

The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place where. I just knew that I knew him. "Any idea where I can find him?"

"Probably hanging out in the library as usual," Max said. "He's not in his usual body, but I'm sure you'll recognize him anyway."

"Uh, sure." I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Anyway, I've got to get going or I'm going to be late to work," Max said, finally rezipping her jacket. She leaned in for another kiss, this time on the lips and much more satisfying. There was still a faint taste of sex lingering on her lips, and I couldn't wait to take her for a full tumble. "I'll see you later tonight, lover boy."

I just nodded dumbly, and my gaze lingered on her ass as she sashayed down the hallway. I didn't snap out of it until she turned the corner and vanished.

"Right, next mystery," I muttered before heading out the building myself. The courtyard had emptied a bit now that classes were in session, so there wasn't as much to distract me on the way to the library. It didn't take long to spot Kelk – he was the only xenomorph in the room. He was sitting on one of the big blue chairs that littered the library's atrium, legs crossed as he read from a copy of, "Double Your Pleasure: 101 Positions for Multijointed Lovers". The picture on the cover was of a buxom blonde and something that looked like a crossbreed of a Kodiak bear and a squid. Half a dozen tentacles held her spread eagled, with its paws resting on the inside of her thighs while the creature's tongue made some probing inquiries. It was a high quality piece, too. I couldn't tell if it was a painting or an actual picture someone had taken.

"Yo," the alien said as I approached. It actually spoke with a bit of a lisp, so it came out more as, "Yosh."

"Uh, yo."

The alien's tail snapped around fast enough to cause a whip-like crack! I jumped at the noise, and the alien laughed with a series of short little hisses, as if someone was trying to use a steam pipe as a musical instrument. It took me a moment to realize there was a set of car keys dangling from the stinger at the end of his tail. "Thanks for lending me Cal," Kelk rasped. "Don't worry, I'll get one of my other bodies out of the trunk a little later."

"Sure," I replied, still having no clue what all this talk about bodies was about. "So, um, how was your trip?"

The alien closed his book and gave an almost human shrug. "Not as well as I had hoped, to be honest. Turns out xenomorph Queens don't have sex, since they are self fertilizing. I guess its part of that whole bioweapon thing. They do, however, have a couple of really interesting fungal diseases. I've got itching in places you wouldn't believe, and I was only there for two days! There was this one hot marine chick, though, and I do mean hot! Crazy bitch had a flame thrower, and every time I tried to get close to her she tried to hose me down with it. Guess she never heard of the Tarenth."

"Well, did you look like that?" I asked. "Because no offense dude, you are running around in the literal embodiment of every rape nightmare ever."

"Huh?" Kelk's extremely phallic head tilted as he looked down at his hands. "Huh. Now why didn't I realize that before?"

He picked his book up as his tail darted around behind the chair to retrieve a black leather courier's bag. The book disappeared into the bag as he slipped the bag's strap over his shoulder. As he rose from the chair he asked, "So, do you mind if I crash at your place for a bit? Or at least until I change into something a little less likely to attract the attention of pest control? Not that I think they could actually do anything to me, but Raid kind of tingles and you know how ticklish I can get."

"Sure," I said, scratching the back of my head as I tried to keep up with his ramblings. "I think we have a spare bedroom you can use. Or at least the couch should be free."

"We?" Kelk asked, sounding confused. "Oh, right, you're shacking up with that Max character. Yeah, I ran into her earlier while trying to find you. Acted kinda fast there, huh buddy?"

"No faster than normal, I suppose."

"Ha, ain't that the truth!" Kelk hissed. "well, at least I'm only behind by one point."

"Two, if I understood that right," I said, quickly explaining about Summer and Mama Fey."

"Damn, I am behind," Kelk said, shaking his head in disappointment. "Hang on a second."

He waited until two of the more exhibitionally minded girls walked by. The one of the left was a tall, thin blonde with an oddly narrow face that sort of reminded me of a constipated frog. The one on the right was a well stacked red head whose freckled chest was well exposed by the string bikini that seemed to comprise her entire outfit. Kelk reached out with his tail and tapped the blonde on the shoulder. "Excuse me, miss, but how would you like to experience the joys of copulating outside your species?"

"As if!" she replied, sounding absolutely disgusted with the idea. She walked over and slapped Kelk hard enough that both the red head and I winced in sympathy. I'm not sure Kelk even noticed. He seemed too preoccupied staring at her tits to notice, and then became fascinated with her ass as she stormed off. She was about fifteen feet away before she realized she had left her friend behind.

"Damn it, Lindsay, let's go!"

"Coming, Paris!" Lindsay called back. She hurriedly scribbled something on two pieces of paper and thrust them towards Kelk and I as she mouthed, 'Call me', before scurrying off after her friend.

Kelk stared at his piece of paper for a minute before leaning over and confirming that mine had the same seven digits. "Damn, I did all the work, and we still tied on the play! That's not fair!"

"Did they seem familiar to you for some reason?" I asked, pointedly ignoring his whining.

"I dunno," he said, adding a half hearted shrug. "Don't take this the wrong way, but all you humans sort of look the same until I get to know you any better. Hey, do you think she wanted us one at a time, or did she look more in the mood for a threesome?"

"How the hell would I know?" I shook my head at the question. "I just met her! Why not call her and find out? Besides, I thought you were aiming for the blonde?"

"Tis the beauty of the shot gun method," Kelk pointed out. "Even when I miss, I'm still bound to hit something. Besides, I still don't have a phone yet. It would have gotten me kicked out of the hive even faster."

"Come on," I said, still shaking my head. "Let's get back to my house. There's a phone there that you can use."

"A sound plan," he agreed. "But I think I will change first. I don't want lovely Lindsay to think that I'm desperate from lackanookie. Granted, I get desperate five minutes after cleaning up, but that's no reason for her to know that."

I choked down a laugh, which ended up coming out a half snort instead. "Glad to know you have standards, Casanova."

"Bah, standards are for lesser men!" Kelk declared as we exited the library. More then a few heads turned at his comment, but he just ignored the looks. "I don't even need them to be warm and breathing! Hell, half my species doesn't even breathe any more. And the whole warm body thing rules out all sorts of kinky robots, reptiliods, and geonoids. As far as I'm concerned, they just need to be able to say yes and I'm satisfied."

"I think that still counts as a standard," I said as we turned towards the parking lot. It meant I wasn't paying attention when one of the cheerleaders threw herself into my arms.

Well, I say she threw herself into my arms. Kelk swears that she tripped over the curb and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time to catch her. I prefer my version of the story; its much more romantic. Either way, I suddenly found my arms full of bubbly buxom blonde. I staggered a bit as our bodies collided, but I managed to keep us from hitting the concrete. It too me a second to steady us off before I realized the blonde in question was none other than Kirsten Dunst. 

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" she said, making no move to remove herself from my arms. "I just didn't see the curb and these are new shoes and –greatn, now I'm babbling."

"Its fine," I assured her, adding a bit of a smile. "The important thing is that no one got hurt. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she said. She nodded a couple of times, but still didn't try to pull away. She was short enough that I had to look down to meet her eyes, but they weren't all I was looking at. The cheerleading uniforms were actually much more revealing on closer inspection. Most schools just bared a little midriff when they wanted their uniforms to be revealing, but Greenville had taken a different route all together. Aside from the typical short skirt, the girls wore a single piece turtleneck made out of one of those stretchy, skin tight fabrics designed to keep athletes from roasting in their own sweat. Then they had cut a cross shaped star out of the chest, with the north tip starting part way down the girl's throat and the stem reaching all the way down to the girl's hips and the arms stretched across the top of the breasts. The cut was also fairly liberal, with the upper corners of the star perched above the collar bone and the lower ones just barely covering her nipples. The phrase "absolute cleavage" came to mind, and I had absolutely no idea what magical properties were somehow managing to keep it in place. I felt an immense surge of pity for any school which had to compete with that bouncing around on the sidelines!

"Hey, get your mitts off her!"

I looked up to see Yawgmoth stomping his way towards us from across the parking lot. His kips were curled in anger, like a bull that had just gotten the bad news it was about to become an ox. My arms tightened protectively around Kirsten as I asked, "Boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend," she agreed with a grimace. She slowly extracted herself from my arms, but didn't seem any happier to seem him than I was.

"What the hell is your problem?" Yawgmoth demanded. "First you hog my terminal, now you're making a move on my girl?"

"I tripped, Yawg," Kirsten interrupted angrily. "He just caught me before I fell. Which wouldn't have happened if you had been here when you said you were going to get here, instead of being twenty minutes late as usual? Why is it the only time you are ever early is when we're in bed?"

I didn't think it was possible for steam to actually pour out of someone's ears, but Yawgmoth was definitely making a good go of it. The veins in his forehead throbbed in time with his rage, and his skin turned the sort of purple normally only seen on week old bruises. Still, his voice was dead level as he pointed a finger at me and said, "I'm going to kick your ass for what you've done, freshman."

My brain was looking for an exit strategy, but my mouth was looking for trouble. "For what, not being an asshole? From the sounds of things the problem isn't what I've done, but what you've been failing to do."

Ooops.

Yawgmoth let out a bellowed, "RAAARGH!" as he lunged for me. Credit where credit is due, he actually moved pretty fast for such a big guy. His fist flashed towards my face and ho crap this was going to hurt-

Then Kelk was there, and if Yawgmoth was fast, Kelk was faster. He ran under Yawgmoth's arm even as the jock's fist was lashing out, wrapping his tail around Yawgmoth's bicep as he went past. It stopped the fist close enough to my face that I could feel it breaking the air in front of me, but then Yawgmoth was spinning in place as his own momentum turned against him as Kelk pulled him down and away. 

It distracted Yawgmoth...but that was it. The hulking bully was sued to taking harder hits than that on the football field and managed to recover his footing pretty quickly. He reached for Kelk's tail with his free hand, snarling with savage glee as he yanked the alien backwards. Kelk let out a yelp – more in surprise than in pain – and rolled backwards. Yawgmoth tried to stomp on him, but rather than check his fall Kelk used the extra energy to roll past. Yawgmoth howled with frustration as Kelk used his arm as a point of leverage, launching himself into the air before uncoiling his tail from Yawgmoth's arm.

Kelk landed with all four feet flat against the side of an SUV, rocking the heavy vehicle on its springs as he launched himself back at his opponent. A hundred and seventy five pounds of fast moving xenomorph collided with two hundred pounds of angry bull with enough force to knock them both to the ground. They rolled across the chipped parking lot asphalt as they grappled with each other, and in this Kelk had the clear advantage. Yawgmoth's body was muscular and "hard" by any human definition, but Kelk was riding around in a bioengineered killing machine. While his exoskeleton seemed like it would have provided offer plenty of hand holds, in reality Yawgmoth only succeeded in slicing his own hands to ribbons every time he grabbed one of the sharp, bony extrusions. To Kelk, he was just one big fleshy target.

"Stay down!" Kelk ordered once he had finally managed to pin Yawgmoth. He hissed for good measure, letting a little bit of acidic saliva drip near Yawgmoth's face. The putrid stench of rotten eggs and burnt rubber filled the air as the asphalt began to bubble and steam where the acid landed on it.

"So, you said something about needing a ride?" I asked nonchalantly as possible. Inside my brain was screaming, Holy shit, that was fucking awesome! I just thought it seemed better to play it cool than to act like a total fanboy over Kelk.

"Yeah, I'm afraid that mine is in the shop," Kirsten said. She stared at Yawgmoth for a moment, her eyes full of disgust. "And unfortunately, I don't have a boyfriend to pick me up."

Her comment caused Yawgmoth to flinch, but Kelk hissed at him and he obediently lay still again. They remained like that as I waked Kirsten over to my car, a grey Ford Caltrop convertible. They were still there a minute later when I pulled back around and ordered, "Come on, Kelk, time to go." Kelk promptly leapt into the back seat of the car, using Yawgmoth's chest as an impromptu springboard.




The Dream Trap Ch. 03



"That was amazing!" Kirsten laughed as we pulled out of the parking lot. Her long blonde hair was blowing in the wind, and her laughter was infectious. The beauty of so many people owning sky cars was that it left the roads pretty much empty, and I decided to really let the engine go once we had gotten on to the highway. It roared happily as went ripping down the empty lanes at speeds that surely would have gotten me a ticket had there been any cops bored enough to patrol the empty road. Somehow I knew where we were going, though I didn't know how I knew.

"I can't believe you did that!" Kirsten continued, twisting in her seat so that she could speak with Kelk. "I didn't think anyone had the balls to stand up that arrogant jerk. If someone wasn't intimidated by his size, then they've been too scared by his flunkies on the football squad!"

"Anything to rescue a damsel in distress!" Kelk boasted. I caught him looking at me in the rearview mirror and knew we were both thinking the same thing. Flunkies? Oh, shit. In hindsight, we probably should have seen it coming. After all, no bully is ever complete without a few minions to share his depravities with. Yet at the same time, Kelk was right. Anyone who leaves a woman in such a poor position because he's more worried about unknown future consequences deserves the same fate as the thug he refused to stand up to. I wasn't sorry about what Kelk had done, other than a minor regret that he had gotten to hog all the action for himself.

(Granted, there was an equally cheerful portion of my mind that was all too glad that Kelk had dealt with all the violence on his own. Cowards might die a thousand deaths, but heroes tend to die in stupidly painful and messy ways. Yawgmoth could have folded my skinny ass in half with one hand tied behind his back and I would have gotten for my trouble would be a strong acquaintance with the taste of asphalt and a rather hefty dentist's bill. Still, I probably would have done it anyway.)

"What were you doing with that asshole, anyways?"

Kirsten shrugged. "Head cheerleader and quarterback? It just sort of seemed like the universal constant I've been following my entire life. And he wasn't a bad guy at first. He was nice and sweet, always bringing me chocolates and flowers, you know? But it never seemed like it was enough for him. Any time he lost a game, any time I was in a bad mood or made plans that didn't include him, it just pissed him off. Even if it didn't have anything to do with him. Like, ever since my mom died, my dad and I have always gone hiking in Pine Woods State Park for my birthday. Its been especially important to me since my dad started flying everywhere for work, you know?" Kelk and I obediently nodded. "Well, Yawg wanted to throw me a party and I told him that would be awesome, but I wasn't going to be home till about seven so he was going to need to take care of all of the arrangements. He just got so angry about it, as if all he needed to do was yell, "Party!" and I would magically be there to take care of everything for him, despite, you know, it being my birthday. Needless to say, there wasn't any party. My dad and I turned our hiking trip into a camping trip instead."

"Sounds like a total fucktard to me," Kelk said. "So why did you stay with him?"

Kirsten shrugged again. "For the other girls, I guess. I stopped caring about the jerk awhile ago, but he never hit me or anything serious like that. And I could very easily see him seducing and taking advantage of one of the less experienced girls on the squad. I was just waiting for a good excuse to get rid of him." She batted her eyelids flirtatiously at Kelk. "And gosh! You just had to go and beat him up right in front of me! Why would I stay with him when I could be with such a manly...thing like you?"

Kelk let out an anguished groan, like a thousand cats going into heat in the middle of an autofactory. "Oh, wonderful! It is going to be like Semwald XII all over again!"

I twitched as a picture flashed in my mind of a city on fire. Mushroom clouds rose in the distance as troops from half a dozen different factions battled each other in the streets. I was in a palace, laying down cover fire as Kelk and a beautiful blue skinned woman ran for a ship. But there was a sniper I hadn't seen, and the ship couldn't target him, and then the princess's head exploded in a splash of green blood. Rage poured through me as I swore to track down and kill that fucking Gary-

Then it was gone and I was back in the driver's seat with Kirsten sitting next to me and Kelk in the back seat. What the hell was that all about?

"Are you okay?" Kirsten asked after a silent moment.

"Yeah," I said, taking a deep breath. "I just don't want a repeat of Semwald."

Kirsten frowned as she glanced between me and Kelk. "I've got no idea what you two are talking about. Who, or what, is Semwald?"

"Not a who, a where," Kelk answered harshly. "We were...on a detached mission. There was nothing special about it, just another third world hellhole that few people had heard of and fewer people cared about. The king had died, leaving the entire shebang to his seventeen year old daughter. Local warlord tried to make a play for the kingdom by claiming her hand in marriage, but she wasn't having it. Wanted to marry for love, not state, the stupid bint. Plan A didn't work, so the warlord tried for Plan B, as in Brute Force. Next thing we know, there's a six way civil war burning down the country side. His men were storming the palace and we were evacuating. We were ten feet from the ship. The sniper was in the stacks. We weren't good enough, and she paid the price. End of fucking story."

"Oh my god, that's horrible!" Kirsten clapped her hands over her mouth in horror. 

"That poor girl! Did you at least get the warlord?"

Kelk shook his head. "Bastard got away during the fighting. He didn't have soldiers, he had fanatics. They had no fear, and just kept piling on in waves. We broke them every time, but not fast enough to catch him. If I ever run into that son of a bitch I'm going to cut him up like a sushi dinner."

"So you two were...in the military?" Kirsten asked after another moment had passed. "Does that mean you've killed people?"

"I have," Kelk answered with a bored shrug. "But only if they really needed killing, which generally translates to them trying to kill me first."

She turned to me next. "And you?"

"I-" I stopped to think about it. How could I have been in the military and not remembered going through all that? And at the very least, shouldn't I have been a little more buff? For all that I knew better, I still kind of felt like the ninety pound weakling in the room. "No, I haven't. Not unless you count the Boy Scouts as being a branch of the military."

"No, not really," Kirsten said, but she was smiling as she said it. There was about ten minutes more driving at that point, but we really didn't talk about much aside from the usual getting-to-know-you small talk. When we pulled off the highway I was surprised to see how close we were to my own home. We were actually only about three blocks down from where my own house was. It couldn't have been more than a ten minute walk between the two.

Her house was a tidy little affair, the sort of small house that had exploded all over suburbia back in the fifties. It was square shaped with windows placed exactly where a child doing a drawing for school would have placed them. There was an enclosed porch that ran along the entire front of the house, and the sides had been clad in faded lime green aluminum. Completing the image was a large box fan that sat in the attic window, the blades slowly spinning with the breeze. The lawn was kept behind a neat little white picket fence, and a row of bushes had been planted to hide the edge of the porch. The driveway was a set of cobblestones, and they had been laid down so evenly that I didn't even notice the change when we pulled off the road.

"Well, thanks for the ride," Kirsten said as I threw the car into park. She placed her hand fairly high up on my knee and waited for me to turn to look at her before asking, 

"Would you like to come inside?"

"What."

I glanced backwards at Kelk, but Kirsten acted as if he wasn't even there, let alone having spoke. Instead she continued to stare at me, waiting for my reaction. At this point I could have said no. I'd already slept with Summer that morning and then Max had taken the pressure off a bare hour ago, and I really didn't go off half cocked. Both girls had also said they were going to jump my bones later that night, and on top of that I had my date with Aly to look forward to in a couple of days. To complicate things even more, we had just embarrassed Kirsten's boyfriend in the school parking lot. I had no idea who might have been watching her house, but if anyone saw me go inside, it would be a great way for someone to put two and two together to get rumors. All together, these were great reasons to say no.

"Yeah, sure."

Oh, please, like you didn't see that coming! It was Kirsten Dunst, and the only difference between her touching me and her fondling me was about half an inch. Not only that, she was wearing the most scandalous cheerleader outfit imaginable. I'd seen porn stars mid scene that had been more covered up than she was. Combined with her sparkling green eyes and teasing little smirk, I'm fairly sure that my brain wasn't even involved in the decision. Instead I popped the locks on the front doors and stepped out of the car.

She took me by the hand and led me up the front steps, but we had to stop at the door so that she could fish a set of keys out of her back pack. She slipped one into the lock, and the deadbolt came off with a click. She then pushed the door open, letting it swing wide as she pulled me inside.

"What about your dad?" I asked as I looked around the room. It was...nice. A little boring, but nice. The walls had been painted an egg shell white, and there was a thick blue carpet under our feet. A beige leather sofa sat in front of a medium sized television, with a matching recliner taking up the flanking position. Opposite the recliner was a brick fireplace, and the mantel over it was decorated with a variety of family photos and a vase with freshly blooming pansies. The pictures bugged me. They seemed to have been taken by the same photographer whose decapitation fetish had cut my parents out of my own collection of photos. It made the idea that they might be secret agents who had to hide their identities seem a little less plausible, but if the person taking these pictures was doing such a lousy job why did people keeping giving him or her their business? It's not like we were living in Sleepy Hollow or something.

"He's on vacation," she said automatically.

"Where?"

"France?"

I paused. "Was that a question, or were you trying to guess?"

She frowned and shook her head. "No, I mean he's in France. Sorry, it's this whole tour of Europe thing, and it took me a second to remember what country he was supposed to be in this week."

"What, like the whole thing?" I asked jokingly.

"Yeah, he should be back some time next year," she answered much more seriously.

Huh. Well, okay. She was the hottest cheerleader in school and her dad had just what, abandoned her for a year? Was this some sort of test of her maturity, or was she just naturally responsible?

Or is this just so you can bone her? a quiet little voice asked from the back of your mind. Doesn't that just seem a tad bit suspicious? Think about what she said earlier. Even if we fudge the definition of a year, he must have left right after her birthday and would be coming back right before it. Who does that sort of thing?

Before I could think of a reply for myself, Kirsten closed the gap between us and reached down between my legs. Her hand closed over my cock, and my entire line of thought derailed faster than the Little Engine That Couldn't. She was close enough that I could smell the cinnamon of her gum on her breath, and the sweetness of her perfume was making my head spin. She leaned in even closer so that she was pressing her cheek against mine and whispered into my ear, "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Thoughts?" I asked tightly, trying not to look down as her fingers worked the zipper and button on my jeans. "I'm thinking that if this is going to be a common occurrence, then maybe I should invest in a kilt for ease of access."

"There's nothing sexier than a man in a kilt," Kirsten agreed as she backed me towards the recliner. I stumbled a bit as my pants drifted down my legs, but fortunately my ass landed on leather rather than the carpet as my pants tangled around my ankles. The leather was surprisingly warm against my bare skin, and I leaned back against the thickly stuffed back as she began to slowly dance in time to music that only she could hear.

"Y-you don't need to do this," I stammered, too mesmerized by her performance to get the words out clearly.

"Need? No," she murmured seductively as she wove her fingers together behind her head. She began to roll her hips as she slowly turned in place, showing off her fabulously toned body. I watched her smooth belly tighten as she thrust her hips toward me, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to feel her clenching in orgasm beneath me. She continued to shimmy as she turned until her back was to me, at which point she bent over, running her fingers down the backs of her lovely legs. The movement also tugged her skirt up just ever so slightly, exposing the bare curves of her ass. It was a tantalizing glimpse, just enough to leave me wondering whether she was wearing a thong or had decided to go entirely bare without actually providing an answer either way.

"It's about wanting," Kirsten continued as she turned to face me again, raising her hands up to her shoulders. She pulled her hips away and tipped her head back, arching her spine to push her breasts forward. Her hands slipped down her curves, and as they crossed her breasts she hooked her thumbs under the material of her shirt, peeling it away and rolling it down so that fabric supported her breasts rather than hiding them. Her breasts were almost perfect, just big enough to be more than a handful, but not so large as to be unwieldy. They sat high and firm, topped by slightly oval, light brown areola and low, flat nipples that were already hard with excitement. They bounced slightly as she popped back to standing straight, before leaning over to lower them into my waiting hands. I gave them a testing squeeze, watching as her eyes closed and her entire body shivered in response.

"It's about desire," Kirsten whispered, gently easing my legs apart so that she could kneel between them. It was my turn to shudder as her slender fingers wrapped around my hard cock. She began to slowly work her hand up and down, adding a slight twist at the base and tip. She licked her lips as I began to roll her nipples back and forth between my fingers, pinching them just ever so slightly. She tugged my foreskin down, completely exposing the head of my cock. She gave the tip a gentle little kiss before parting her lips and inhaling my cock in one swift motion. She wasn't quite as talented as Max was, and wasn't able to take me all the way into her throat. Instead she pinned my penis against the roof of her mouth and began to massage the underside of my cock with her tongue. She found the sweet spot at the base of the crown and began to stroke it with small circles of her tongue. It felt just absolutely incredible, an indescribable mix of smooth and rough that had my knees trembling as I struggled not to just blow my load then and there.

Kirsten kept her eyes locked on mine the entire time, and she couldn't keep from smiling as she continued to suck me. She slowly drew back until she once again only had the tip in her mouth, pausing just long enough to giving me one last tongue lashing before letting my cock slip free. "Like that, do you?" she purred. "Were you about to cum, hmmm?"

Her smile grew when all I could do was nod dumbly, and before I knew what she was doing she was up off the floor and pressing my knees together. She took me hard and fast, slamming her wet cunt down on my cock with equal parts speed and grace. I barely had time to realize she hadn't been wearing any panties before she was bouncing up and down in my lap, the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock exactly each time I bottomed out inside of her.

"Holy fuck," I gasped. Kirsten was using her legs to pin mine in place, trapping my balls between my thighs. It pushed a bit of extra blood up into my cock, forcing it to swell a little larger and to become that much more sensitive even as it bottled up all my cum. There was nothing I could do about it; her weight was keeping me pinned to the chair, so I couldn't thrust no matter how badly I wanted to. I was entirely at her mercy, and she took full advantage of it.

"That's the general idea," she said, punctuating each word with swivel of her hips, left, right, right left. Any capability I had for rational thought vanished in a blaze of white hot pleasure. She pried my fingers loose from the arms of the chair, moving one hand to her tits and one between her legs. She squeezed the hand wrapped around her breast, forcing me to fondle her even as she guided my fingers to her clit, getting them started in a frenzied up and down pattern. Her body began to tremble against mine and she stopped bouncing in favor of simply grinding against me. "Touch me, please, I want you to touch me!"

"How...the...fuck..." I moaned as her pussy clamped down even tighter. I don't know how she did it, but she did. The pressure was mounting, and my cock began to ache as my entire body cried out for release.

"I've..had...ah...ah...lot..of time to...ah...fuck!" Kirsten sagged back against my chest and wrapped her arm around the back of my head as she started bucking wildly. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, hard and wet. Her knees popped together, automatically making her twice as tight. I seized my chance and wrapped my arms around her middle, lifting her up just high enough to allow me to drive my cock into her again. It didn't take much, no more than two or three thrusts of my own, before I was consumed by my own climax. I poured half a dozen shots of cum into her before collapsing myself.

We sat there for several moments, both of us breathing hard from the burst of exercise and rush of endorphins. A bit of my cum leaked out of her, dribbling down the side of my cock to pool on the chair between us. Kirsten scooped it up with her finger and held it up where I could see it before licking it away to oblivion. "Mmmm, tasty."

"You were saying?" I asked as she peeled herself away from me.

"About?"

"Just before, you know," I replied pulling myself away from the chair as well. I motioned to it with one hand, indicating the large ass shaped sweat stain that remained. We'd actually abused the poor chair badly enough that there was a bit of a dent to go with the stain.

"Oh, that," Kirsten said breezily. "I've had a lot of time to practice by myself. But now that you're here, maybe we can practice some of my...routines together?"

"I think we might be able to arrange that," my mouth said without any input from the rest of me. I must have been grinning like an idiot as we gathered up our clothes.

"Wonderful!" Maybe it was just the afterglow from the sex, but Kirsten looked extremely cheered at my answer. She quickly found a scrap of paper and scribbled her phone number on it before forcing it into my hand. I was still dazed as she hurried me out there the door so that she could go clean up.

I was whistling and damned near skipping as I headed back to the car. I had completely forgotten that I had left Kelk there. Kelk, on the other hand, hadn't forgot about me.




The Dream Trap Ch. 03



"Dude. What the fuck."



The Dream Trap Ch. 04



"Dude. What the fuck?"

All I could do was shrug helplessly as I got back in my car. Fortunately, Kelk wasn't pissed, he was just confused.

"No, seriously man, what the fuck?" he continued. "I mean, I'm used to people not seeing me, but that's when I'm supposed to be invisible, not when I'm in the middle of a conversation with them! 

It's like, as soon as you pulled into the drive way, I stopped existing. Just poof, no more alien in the back seat. And don't try to pretend that you didn't just spend the last half hour getting laid, because that girl's attention was locked on your dick like a heat seeking missile aimed at the sun."

"Okay, yes, I just got laid," I said as I backed us out onto the road. "But I don't understand it any more than you do. I mean, if it had just been a thank you kiss or something? Yeah, sure. But as soon as we got inside she went full on Arabian Nights on me. The strangest thing is, I could have said no. Hell, I probably should have. But when it came down to it, I couldn't. It was like I was following a script I hadn't bothered to rehearse."

Kelk thought about that for a moment. "Disney or Dreamworks version?"

"Neither," I said, shaking my head. "Skinemax version."

"Ooooh, kinky. Did she do the thing with the veils and the half twist and the saber?"

We came to a red light, giving me the opportunity to turn around and give Kelk a puzzled stare. "We barely had enough time for her to pull her tits out, and that was with them being on easy access menu and all that. Where the hell was she going to get twenty-one veils and a saber from?"

Kelk twisted his head back and forth; I guess a xenomorph's shoulders aren't really designed for 

shrugging. "I dunno, but you have to admit, it would have been kind of hot if she had."

I just shook my head and waited for the light to turn green. The rest of the drive was taken up by small talk, as Kelk tried to catch me up on what he had been doing for the past few weeks. He described all sorts of strange planets and alien races I had never heard of, talked about fighting in wars and battles in places that couldn't possibly exist. It all sounded like so much nonsense to me, but then I was the one driving around with an alien in the back seat.

It was still light out when we got back to the house, and the first thing Kelk did after crawling out of the car was to pop the trunk and remove a large red suede suitcase. He didn't even wait to go inside before opening it up and removing what looked like a human corpse. Tarenth are kind of strange looking, even taking into account that they're aliens. They normally stand about six to seven feet tall, but only because they have reverse-jointed, bird like legs. Stretch them out to their full height and they actually reach between nine to ten feet tall. Their bodies are covered in short grey fur, and their arms seem freakishly long depending on whether or not they are standing up straight. Their heads are oval shaped and their foreheads sort of tilt backwards. Their eyes are vertical, rather than horizontal, with cat-like pupils and no iris. They also have no nose, but instead of two pairs of mandibles that frame their mouths, which are triangular shaped and lined with razor sharp, shark like teeth meant to shred their food rather than chew it. 

Well, at least I think that's what they look like. Kelk is one of the only two Tarenth I've ever met. The other, Uluin, spends all his time living in suits of constantly modified battle armor. If that sounds strange, well, there are two thing to know about the Tarenth. First, as a race, they are almost ridiculously paranoid. A long, long time in a galaxy far, far away the Tarenth sort of picked a fight with their version of God and both sides won, but they also nearly got wiped out in the process. The survivors swore never to end up in the same situation again, and have done everything they can to make sure it doesn't. Stealth technology, shield technology, transwarp technology, you name it, they have it. They also make a point of "losing" a new colony every year, normally by reprogramming a planned colony ship and launching it to the ass end of nowhere. Then they just write it off until if and when the colony decides to phone home. The other thing to know about the Tarenth is that they spend most of their lives dead. Tarenth don't shuffle off the mortal coil the way a human does, but rather their spirit sort of lingers around. It isn't as great as it sounds, though. The spirits can only really make sounds and cause some electrical interference in their natural state, so until the Tarenth developed the proper technology most of the ghosts spent the majority of their time slowly going insane from boredom, resulting in an entirely new species of psychotic poltergeist. Kelk is actually about two thousand years old, and the bodies he carries with him are his own self-designed creations.

One second the xenomorph was standing on its hind legs, and the next it was crumpling into a lifeless heap as the corpse picked itself up on wobbly knees. Kelk's head spun in a full three-sixty and he waggled his arms and legs as he reacquainted himself with the nerve relays of his body. Once he was sure he had everything under proper control, he picked up the xenomorph and stuffed it into the suitcase. It might not have looked like there was enough room, but there wasn't even a bulge in the suede as he zipped it closed. He then picked it up and held it casually over one shoulder before turning to ask me, "Going to show me inside?"

"I suppose I should," I said. The house was quiet as I opened the front door, so I yelled out, "Is anyone home?"

"I'm in here, getting dinner ready!" Momma Fey called back from the kitchen. Kelk and I 

dropped our bags on the couch and went to say hello. It looked almost like a scene from one of those classic 50's sitcoms. Momma Fey had pulled her hair back into a tidy little bun, and then wrapped it in a white and blue checkered scarf. She was busy rolling dough to bake into rolls for dinner, and even had a smudge of flour on her left cheek, which was the closest thing to a mess I could see. The counters were spotless, the table was spotless, hell, even the rolling board was spotless save for a perfectly shaped flour ring. She was whistling while she worked, a happy little tune that I couldn't quite place. Her apron was white, with little yellow and blue daisies embroidered around the edges.

It was also the only thing she was wearing. The rather large bow tied over her ass just sort of 

emphasized that fact.

Kelk let out a quiet whistle. "Damn, man, you really have scored the jackpot. Why the hell didn't you call me earlier?"

"Because I just got here?" I said equally quietly. A little louder I said, "Hi, mom! Sorry, I probably should have called, but I ran into Kelk at school and he was wondering if he could crash here for a couple of days."

"Oh!" Momma Fey turned around in surprise, and I heard Kelk's breathing quicken as he got a 

better look at the front. The apron was tied fairly tight, the better to emphasize her cleavage. It was also 

cut fairly low, so every time she moved the lace around the edges would shift, offering teasing glances of her nipples. It was damned distracting, and I could feel my body responding. Honestly, that was more than a little worrying. Not that I was reacting, but the fact that I was able to still react. I'd already had three goes, one of which had been less than ten minutes ago, and I could still get it up. We're not just talking about half-mast either, but slap a sail on and go around the world, I was that hard and ready. It didn't even ache. Say what you will, but bad pornos aside the penis is still a muscle, and like any other muscle it can be exhausted if it works out too long. This was just surreal.

"I'm sorry, boys, I didn't realize you were there," Momma Fey said with a smile.

"Holy Theiss, may your name be ever blessed," Kelk whimpered. I smacked him in the stomach with the back of my hand.

"That's okay," I said, before Kelk could get another word in. "Hey, is it all right if Kelk spends a couple nights here? He just got into town and he hasn't had time to find a place of his own yet."

"Of course!" Momma Fey's smile didn't seem to move. It was like it had been plastered to her 

face, like some creepy porcelain doll. "He can use the guest bedroom next to the living room for as long as he needs! It's not like we've been using it for anything else, now have we?" She turned to look at Kelk. "Don't think you're imposing on us, dear. There's a small bathroom right next to it, so you won't have to worry about sharing a bathroom with three women in the morning, unlike the poor fool dating my daughters. "

"I do suppose I resemble that remark," I said. On the other hand, considering their tendency to wander around without any clothes on...

"Speaking of which, do you know when the girls will be home?" Momma Fey asked.

I shrugged. "I'm surprised they didn't beat me here, actually. I know Max had one more class, 

but I sort of got detoured dealing with Kelk."

"And other things," Kelk said with a bit of a snigger. This earned him another backhand to the stomach.

"Oh, they must have gone shopping then," Momma Fey said as she turned back to her rolls. 

"Probably just wanted some new outfits for the new school year or something like that. I'll give them a call and tell them to hurry it up so that they're not late for dinner. You two can go and make yourselves comfortable, there are cokes in the fridge if you would like some."

"Thanks, Momma," I said as I opened the fridge to fetch out a pair of bright red cans. "We'll just leave you to it then?"

"Of course, dear, have fun!"

I led Kelk to the back of the house, following a set of phantom memories to a largish sitting room. The wall with the door was decorated with panels of dark brown wood coming up to about waist height, before giving way to solid black paint. Then in front of the wall someone had placed a rather complex looking entertainment system, with at least half a dozen speakers occupying their own individual cabinets, with four more speakers occupying the corners of the room. The TV at the center was sitting on the floor, as it was easily as tall as Kelk and equally as wide. The attention to detail was so great that it was not only possible to pick out an actor's nose hairs, but to count each one individually as well. A battered old leather couch sat ten feet back from the TV, flanked by a pair of equally well used reclining chairs, with standing lamps occupying the corners formed by their arrangement. The other three walls weren't decorated, but were instead occupied by floor to ceiling bookshelves, stocked with everything from leather bound classics to cheap paperback novels. There wasn't an empty space to be had, nor was there a speck of dust to be seen. It was possible that someone was dedicated to preserving the books, or that they each got read so often that there just wasn't time for dust to collect on them, but a suspicious part of me couldn't help but wondering if they just hadn't been there long enough...

"Well, you definitely found yourself one hell of a pad to crash in," Kelk said as he picked one of the chairs and flopped into it. "This is going to make for a great vacation home. And even better, I won't need to worry about Lilok stopping by to drag me off for another mission! Absolutely perfect!"

"Who is Lilok?" I asked before taking a sip of coke. It was pleasantly cold and crisp as it slid down my throat. I couldn't stop myself from guzzling it, and let out a thunderous belch as I set the empty can 

"Thank you, we shall be serving all afternoon," Kelk said hoisting his own can in 

acknowledgement. "And Lilok is my wife. Great in the sack, and I love her dearly, but my god does the woman have an obsession for war. I don't mind getting my own hands dirty, but I have always been 

more of a lover than a fighter."

A frown worked its away across my face. How could Kelk be one of my oldest friends and I not remember that he had a wife? But if he wasn't my friend, how had he known what was going on in my memories? The only way for him to have known what I was thinking about was if he had been there himself...or had some way of reading my mind. The alternative was that someone had somehow managed to give him my memories, which was an entirely new sort of terrifying. On the flip side, I knew all about the Tarenth. So if someone had been plugging memories into his head, that meant they must have been plugging the same memories into my head. If that was the case, why hadn't they done a better job? If they were that powerful than there should have been no reason to leave behind the gaps I was still trying to fill in. All they would have needed to do was make sure that I had a perfectly tailored backstory to make me into the perfect little puppet, content to dance to whatever tune they wanted. 

There were only two conclusions I could come to. Either I knew something they didn't, and therefore they couldn't give me a straight brainwipe without overwriting that to, or there was something they wanted me to do, something that required me to have my own will behind the matter. That made Kelk either a carrot or a stick, I wasn't sure which, but either way I knew I was going to have to be more wary around my newfound alien sidekick.

Before I could say or do anything, however, the girls came bursting through the den door. Their arms were loaded down with shopping bags all filled to the brim with clothes and accessories, though both Summer and Max moved as if they weren't carrying any weight at all. Max had changed outfits and was now dressed in a brown leather half jacket, left partiallly unzipped to reveal that there wasn't anything on underneath, and a pair of matching spray-on leather pants. Summer, in contrast, had gone for a sheer white blouse that hugged her tits and a white mini-skirt that wasn't tight enough to avoid riding up as she sat down on my lap. She started squirming as she faked trying to get comfortable, a not-too-subtle hint that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I was beginning to wonder if this world ever wasn't about sex.

We talked for another half hour or so, while the house slowly filled with the smell of wonderful foods. Summer and Max weren't exactly the most polite hosts, however. They would talk with Kelk, but they wouldn't engage with him. They would reply or comment if I talked to him, or if he addressed them directly, but any time he tried to change the conversation away from things they wanted to talk about then they would close up without an extra word in sideways. They would at least answer direct questions, though they seemed to do so robotically, and never bothered to elaborate or explain their answers unless he or I pressed the issue, even something simple like, "How was your day?"

Instead they spent the entire time fawning all over me, taking any and every opportunity to flash me a bit of skin, give me a brief touch, offer me a peek down their shirts, or just rub up against me like a pair of cat in heats. They acted like Kelk wasn't even there, just as Kirsten had done. 

Momma Fey more than made up for it, however. Once she had dinner on the table she was all over her alien house guest. She laughed at every joke, no matter how corny, and kept offering him extra helpings. Kelk, having an artificial stomach and no good way to say no, was eating it all up like a starving man who'd just come through the desert to discover that he'd won a lifetime free access to an all-you-can-eat buffet. A few odd thumps under the table were enough to tell me they had taken to playing footsie, and by the time dessert was served she was sitting on his lap with her apron at a very strange angle. I was half tempted to yell, "Hand check!" or would have been, if Max and Summer hadn't been giving me just as much attention. One of the girls sat on either side of me, and they both proved to be rather adept at eating one-handed, while their other hand fooled around inside my pocket. 

They could barely wait to get me upstairs once dinner had been cleared away. We left Kelk to flirt with Momma Fey over huge cups of Irish coffee. By that point his hand was well inside her lap, and she was making no effort to push it away. Summer pulled me up the stairs while Max pushed, not that I offered much resistance. They shoved me through the door to my room, and Max slammed it closed behind us as I bounced on to the bed. I turned to face them and assumed the fiercest look of mock sterness I could muster. "Now, see here! Just what do you two wenches think you are up to, to manhandle me so?"

"Wench, is it?" Max asked as her eyes rose. She turned to Summer. "Are you a wench?"

"Oh, I am quite the saucy wench," Summmer replied, rolling her hips with a dancer's flair. She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it at me. "A saucy, excited wench as you can clearly see!"

So I could. Her nipples were already erect, their dark flush standing out beautifully against her pale skin. It seemed to me that they were begging to be sucked on, and my mouth watered at the thought of giving in to those demands. Her hips shimmied as she dropped her shorts, and then there she stood in all her naked glory.

"Saucy is good," Max said with a nod. "But what if he would prefer a bit of spice instead?" She started taking off her own clothes, but at a much more leisurely pace. She started with the zipper on her jacket, tugging it all the way open while leaving the rest of the jacket in place. She reached for her belt next, an intricate bit of leather held together by a row of backward facing C-hooks caught on a steel bar. She clicked it open and let it hang loose as she reached for the buttons closing her pants. All eyes were on her as she popped them open one by one. The weight of her belt slowly peeled her pants down, exposing a neatly trimmed triangle of hair. By any legal standard she was still clothed. By any standard of decency she was as naked as the day she was born, and my cock ached at the thought of seeing more.

"So, what will it be?" Summer asked. "Saucy or spicy?"

"I think I will have the spice sauce, 

please," I answered. Both girls groaned at my cheesy reply, so I stuck out my tongue at them. "Hey, you started it!"

"So? What are you going to do about it?" Max challenged.

"This," I said, shrugging. I leapt off the bed long enough to seize both girls by the wrist, then threw myself backwards, pulling them down with me. Both girls yelped as they tumbled into the bed, each landing to one side. Summer recovered first, twisting towards me to break my grip before rolling on top of me so that she was straddling my face. Her bare cunt was only a few short inches from my lips, and the smell of her arousal was nearly overwhelming. Summer, however, was in total control. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head forward, shoving my mouth against her pussy. Normally I like to take my time with these things, but if she was that eager then who was I to argue? I grabbed her by the ass, squeezing tight to hold her steady, and thrust my tongue into her swollen folds. Delicious, simply delicious.

Summer began to twitch as I ate her out, her entire body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Her legs squeezed against the side of my head, and her fingers pulled at my hair until it began to hurt. It was worth it, though, especially when her self control broken enough that she began to whimper in pleasure.

I was just about to push Summer over the edge when Max struck. I had been too distracted to notice her removing my jeans, and it was just as much a surprise when she swallowed my cock. There was nothing subtle about her approach. Two long swallows was all it took for her to have her mouth sealed around the base of my dick. My entire body shook as she sucked hard, letting her throat do all the work of massaging the sensitive ridge around the crown of my penis. I tried to thrust to meet her, as if it would be possible to actually go any deeper, but she was using all of her weight to pin me to the bed. All I could do was growl into Summer's cunt, which she matched with a delighted squeal.




The Dream Trap Ch. 04



"Ohshit, ohshit, ohshit," Summer gasped as she came. It was a good thing she wasn't a squirter, or I would probably have been dead by drowning. It still might have been bad if she had just dropped on to my face, but she had just enough presence of mind left to sit back on my chest instead. She bent over and kissed me, then ran her tongue over my lips to lap the last traces of her juices off my skin.

Max gave her head one last shake, which nearly caused me to blow then and there. Instead she pulled off me with a wet, pop. "What, done already?"

"No," Summer gasped as she shook her head. "But that was one hell of an appetizer!"

I groaned in frustration. "Enough of the food references! You're going to make me hungry!"

"Then I just need to give you something to eat, don't I?" Max taunted. "Come on, Summer, switch places. Just don't let him come yet!"

"Aww, but I want to watch and play!" Summer pouted. "Ooh, I know! Face me when you're in position, ok?"

Max nodded, and one girl went left while the other went right. It was a well practiced maneuver, and I soon had Max squatting over my face. She was much more insistent, and began rocking her hips back and forth in anticipation. The lips of her pussy were swollen and slick and I couldn't help but steal a taste while Summer was still setting up. Max moaned appreciatively, which got us scolded by Summer. "Hey, no fair starting without me!"

"Sorry," I mumbled through a face full of Max.

"She is tasty, isn't she?" Summer asked as she stepped in front of Max.

"Mhmm." I couldn't really speak with my tongue tucked into Max's pussy, so I sort of hummed it instead.

"Oh!" Max squealed as a body shaking tremor ripped up her spine. "Don't do that!"

"Mhmm."

"Hey, what did I say about starting without me?" Summer insisted.

"Mhmm."

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Summer bent down and grabbed Max by the wrists, sliding her girlfriend's hands up her legs and place them on her ass. Summer spread her legs to grant Max access to her cunt as she ordered, "Hold me steady."

Max's only response was to bury her face between Summer's thighs and get to licking, nibbling, and sucking. Summer groaned as raw pleasure started flickering across her nerves. Taking a deep breath to recover some semblance of self control, she then slowly bent backwards so that her body formed an arch connecting the three of us. She carefully raised her legs over Max's shoulders, then crossed them so that her ankles were resting against the other girl's back. Her arms locked as she placed the majority of her weight on her spread hands. That meant she had nothing but her tongue and lips to grab my cock with, and I couldn't stop myself from making it twitch out of her reach. Her only response was to blow it on it, causing me to freeze as a shiver ran down my spine. She seized the moment and dipped her head forward, only for my cock to bounce off her nose instead. 

Her initial failure pushed her over the edge. She lunged forward a second time, sucking my dick into her mouth...and then clamped down on it with her teeth, threatening decapitation if I continued to resist. I immediately went still as she pushed my foreskin back with her tongue, exposing the sensitive little where skin joined to muscle. She was absolutely merciless as she ran her tongue around over it in spasm inducing circles, and I hissed as little white shocks of pleasure started exploding behind my eyes. 

"Hey, don't forget about me!" Max wiggled her hips for emphasis. I quickly went back to eating her out.

It was hard to focus with my attention split between both girls, so I decided to stick to tonguing Max's clit as she continued to nibble on Summer, who continued to suck on me. Their breathing grew harsher the longer we stayed like that, with only the occasional gasp or whimper to warn of our impending orgasms. I felt my balls begin to tighten as Summer drove me past my breaking point, and I tried to cry out a warning that only came out as a muffled moan when Max pressed harder against my mouth. Fortunately, I wasn't that deep when I came, and Summer managed to catch most of it in her mouth. Only a tiny little bit trickled out between her lips to land on my thigh, which she dutifully licked up.

"Oh, fuck," Max gasped as Summer pulled away. Summer wasn't done, however. She used her feet to push off the headboard into a handstand, then tucked back the other way so that she was crouched on hands and knees over my legs - all without spilling or swallowing a drop of my come. Summer then straightened up and slid forward. She moved so that she was straddling my hips, the better to grind her cunt along the length of my still-hard shaft. It was so close to my orgasm that my senses nearly whited out from overload. I almost missed it as Summer pulled Max in for a kiss.

"Mmm, tasty," Max sighed a moment later. "Thanks for sharing, love."

"Any...time," Summer panted as she continued to squirm on top of me. Her hands pressed against my chest, so that between the two of them I was utterly pinned to the bed. Didn't mean I couldn't use my arms, though, and Summer was pretty light. It only took me one hand to grab her by the ass and lift her up long enough for my free hand to guide my dick into her pussy. She let out a squeak as I let go, allowing gravity to the 

rest of the work of impaling her.

"Gods you're tight," I gasped. It felt so good to be inside of her. I wasn't suffering from the confusion that I had been earlier that morning, so I was in a better position to savor the feel of her hot cunt wrapped around my pole. Summer went limp as I slid my hands up her hips, letting me do all the work as I guided her up and down in time with my thrusts. She had perfect muscle control and would tighten down every time I slid into her, keeping us to a slow and steady pace. I didn't mind. Not only had I just come, but it also gave me the perfect opportunity to make up for my abbreviated performance earlier that morning. It wasn't fucking but making love, and for the first time that day I finally found myself at peace with everything that had been happening to me.

"You two look so beautiful together," Max whispered as she curled up next o us. She began to slowly stroke Summer's back with one hand, while the other was busy between her legs.

"We love you, too," Summer promised as she leaned over to kiss the other girl. Her entire body began to tremble as I pushed her towards orgasm. I knew she was there when her grip on me tightened but didn't relax. She didn't scream or cry out, but got this dazed, almost drugged look on her face. Her entire body went limp as the moment passed, and for several moments just lay on top of me, breathing hard as she waited for the haze to clear. I was still stiff and inside of her, but I refused to move, not wanting to spoil the moment for her.

"Uf," Summer finally moaned as she pushed herself up and sideways. She had just enough energy to get clear of me before collapsing back onto the bed and curling up in a ball.

"You okay?" Max asked. She sat up to get a better look at Summer, obviously concerned.

"Now? Yes!" Summer giggled. "Ask me again in the morning, though. Slow and steady doesn't just win the race, it stretches a girl, too!"

"Gods, I hope so," Max moaned as she lay back down. She grabbed my arm with both hands and spread her legs by way of invitation. She reached between us as I climbed on top of her to guide my cock into her slit. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in as she bucked her hips up to meet me. 

Sex with Summer had been slow and gentle. Sex with Max was all energy, and even when she was on the bottom there was no question over who was in control. All I could was grip the head board and bend my head to lap at her tits as our bodies slammed together. Max probably wasn't quite as tight as Summer was, but I didn't notice. Her skin burned like it was on fire, and I swear she was purring as her nails raked my back. Our hips rolled together as one, so that I was always sheathed at her deepest point. She screamed when she came, a sound like a proud wild cat as her body started to convulse. She was loud enough that I clamped my hand down over her mouth in fear that she might disturb Kelk or Momma Fey, but that just seemed to excite her even more. Then it was nearly my turn to scream as she sank her teeth into the palm of my hand. I managed to keep it to a shocked hiss and pull out just as her body went limp the same way Summer's had.

"Did you come?" Max asked between breaths. She pushed herself up on her elbows, seemingly needing less time to recover than Summer.

"Not that time, no." I gave her a small shake of the head.

"We should do something about that then, shouldn't we?" Summer asked as she sat up as well. She crawled behind me and wrapped her slender arms around my body. One hand encircled my cock as the other began to fondly my nipple. My shaft was slick with both their juices, making it easy for her to find her rhythm as she jerked me off. Max looked me in the eye as she began to play with her own tits, squeezing them together and tugging at her nipples, offering them targets. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar pressure begin to rise once more. I grunted when I couldn't hold it any longer and then it all came shooting out, landing on Max's skin in thick white puddles.

Summer slipped past me as I sat back on my heels. She dipped her finger in the fresh come, carefully gathering it into one place, and then began to spread it around Max's stomach. When she was done she had sketched something that looked like a stretched and inverted S, flanked on each side by two broad, vaguely wing-shaped designs. When the drawing was completed she placed her hand over it and recited:

"Bound by the Seed of Life,

Through Time and Space eternal,

Never thwarted by the Divine or Infernal,

And beyond the pale of Death,

Our Souls now enjoined,

'Til the Infinite's fateful breath."

Summer then lay down on the bed as Max scooped up the remaining semen and poured it on to Summer's skin in order to repeat the ritual. When Max finished, I swear I heard a single musical note, one that sounded like the taste of chocolate and wine. Everything around me suddenly clearer, more in focus, like a TV that had started getting a stronger signal. I wasn't just sitting next to the girls, but could feel them sitting next to me. The best I can describe it as a sort of spiritual/emotional gravity between the three of us. There was a new awareness of each of them in the back of my mind, and with just a little bit of concentration I found I could feel their emotions. I couldn't read their minds, not exactly, but I could tell that both girls were as content as the cat who had finally caught the proverbial canary. 

"Wh-what did you do?" I stammered. I wasn't exactly comfortable with yet another change to my already battered grip on reality.

"Its just an incantation Grandma Marilyn taught us when we were younger," Summer explained. She struggled for a moment to contain a yawn, gave up, and then continued. "It was supposed to bind us together, supposedly. Even if one of us were to die, we would all end up reincarnating together."

"I'm not sure I want to test that particular aspect," I said. I started to unfold my legs, and winced as they were suddenly overcome by pins and needles. I sank into the mountain of pillows resting against the head board. For the first time that day the sex had actually managed to get to me, and I could feel my strength fading fast. I spread my arms wide so that the girls could cuddle up to me. Max lay her head on my stomach, while Summer turned the joint between my arm and shoulder into a pillow.

"I wouldn't want to test it either," Summer murmured as she began to stroke Max's hair. This time I was sure of it. Max was purring. She was also already half asleep. "But with Kelk around, I just figured we were safer than sorry."

"Oh?"

"Don't think we didn't hear about your little fight this afternoon," Summer giggled quietly. "Or that you drove off with Kirsten in the front seat. I just hope that she gave you a proper thank you."

That brought me out of my daze. "You don't mind that we...?"

"What? Fucked? Screwed? Summoned the beast with two backs?" Summer laughed when I blushed at her teasing. I still wasn't used to my new Super Stud status, and judging from how warm my face felt it must have been pretty obvious.

"Quite the opposite," Summer eventually said. "Its entirely up to you, of course, but the more the merrier. Well, at least as we remain your primaries. Not only is that an ego boost for us, but its a pretty nice status boost as well."

My nose wrinkled in confusion. "Not following."

"A guy who can keep multiple partners sexually happy?" Summer reached between my legs. Despite my exhaustion, she still managed to get half a response. My dick gave a half-hearted attempt at getting vertical before she let go and put her hand back on my chest. "You are a Grade A physical specimen, buddy. Most girls would want a piece of that, even if they're just looking for a quick breeding. But that you can keep them emotionally satisfied as well? Then we've got nowhere else to go but up in this world."

I shook my head. "Still not following."

"You passed home economics in high school, didn't you?"

"Sure." I dimly remembered Home Ec. We had made badly stuffed pillows and learned how not to burn water. That had been back in wherever the hell I had come from, though. I was beginning to suspect the version I remembered and the version Summer had been taught had more than a few differences between them.

"And then I bet you took something silly like transtemporal engineering or something." Summer sighed in exasperation. "Ok, economics one-oh-one. You make fifty grand a year, out of which comes all your expenses. I also make fifty grand a year, out of which come all my expenses. Combined we make a hundred grand, but have comparatively less expenses. That leaves us with more money for other things, either upgrading to better quality goods, hobbies, etc. Follow?"

"Not really."

"Ok, then all the way from the top. You make fifty grand. You spend two of that on food, two on bills, and ten on housing. You've got thirty-six left over. I make fifty grand, and have about the same expenses. I also have thirty-six grand left over. If we combined that, then we would have seventy-two grand.

"But if we're in a relationship together, that changes the dynamics of things. We might still be eating the same food, but where individually we spent two grand a piece, doing things together we only spend three and a half. Other things, such as housing, become individually more expensive, but cost less overall. We need a slightly bigger apartment for all our stuff, but we don't need two times the actual space. We don't, for example, need two kitchens or two garages. So instead of spending twenty grand at ten a pop total on housing, we only spend fifteen. By the end, instead of having seventy-two grand left between us, we end up with seventy-eight. That's an extra six grand, which we can use to either improve the quality of our lives or for hobbies and luxuries. The more people we add, the more negligible the added costs become. Eventually you reach a critical mass where some partners don't even need to work outside the family."

"That sounds a little too good to be true, don't you think?"

"Well, there is an upper limit," Summer admitted with a frown. "The more people you add to the circle, the more strain it places on the relationships, and it has to be a circle. If you try to form subrings it just adds stress that causes the community to implode faster. Just because two people click with one another doesn't mean they'll both necessarily click with a third person, and that's where you start running into trouble. It also requires a more authoritarian leader the larger the group becomes, in order to keep arguments and debates from getting out of hand."

"What's the largest grouping you've heard of?" I asked. Just how far was this world willing to let this sort of thing go?

"Two hundred? Two-fifty?" Summer wagged her hand. "I'm not sure the sociologists ever got a firm answer on that, and I know they didn't bother to count the kids. It was some commune out in Alabama, something like three guys for every woman. Lasted about thirty years before a riot started over milk."

"Milk?"

Summer nodded. "The problem with group relationships is the balance between authority and devotion. Max and I would walk into Hell naked for you or for each other. There is no guarantee that another girl could say the same about us, even if she says it about you. Then if we get into an argument, you need to pick sides. That's not only added stress on you, but what if one side is right more often than the other? What happens if two different emergencies occur at the same time? Each small problem builds into the next big one. That eventually leads to anger, bitterness, and resentment. The riots didn't happen because of milk, the milk was just the final catalyst to set everything on fire. So if you do want to add someone, pick well, yeah?"

"I will," I promised and kissed her on the top of the head.

"Good. Love you."

Love you, too," I replied as she snuggled in tighter. A few minutes later she was sound asleep. Remarkably, so was I. 

***

The week that followed went by quickly and without note. There was plenty of great sex - the girls never seemed to get enough, and I never had a problem rising to the occasion - but even that quickly became routine. On top of my creative writing and human sexuality courses I had also apparently enrolled in Stellar Politics 101 and Intro to Transtemporal Mechanics. 

The first was simply fun. Since I didn't really have any background at all with any of the topics, I just waited for the majority of the class to a pick a side then gleefully hopped on the band wagon for the other. It helped that the only time moral issues came up, such as how to deal with slavery or genocide, we just had to come up with solutions to the problem. Usually the class would decide that some sort of First Contact inspired mix of hand wringing and economic sanctions were the proper course of action, whereas I would quite vociferously argue that the best way to deal with barbarians was to treat them barbarically. There were a few who converted to my way of thinking, but I was often up against superior numbers, which is just how I preferred it.

Intro to Transtemporal Mechanics, on the other hand, was just a steel plated bitch. Everything was math, math, math, but there wasn't a number in sight. I'd make a lame crack about most of it being Greek to me, except that most of it was in Greek, or at least Greek letters. Only the theory work came easy, almost as if I was already familiar with it. I managed to struggle along with it, however, enough that I could at least hum the tune and fake a few steps when called on in class.

Oddly, I didn't see Kirsten anywhere on campus. I had half expecting her to come looking for me, but there was no sign of her. I made a few half-hearted inquiries, but they didn't turn up anything, either. I couldn't track down anyone who would admit to being a friend or a classmate, which, considering she was the head cheerleader and dating the captain of the football team, seemed more than a little strange. 

On the other hand, my questions were only half-hearted. There really wasn't much time for anything else. Homework ate up a lot time, both at school and at home. Sadly, the human sexuality material wasn't so much practical work as it was bookish. Detailed anatomy sheets went hand in hand with quizzes on various chemical reactions and nervous system interactions. Combined with the endless math needed for my engineering work, the daily opinion pieces for Stellar politics, and the twice-a-week stories demanded by Castle, I had more than a full enough plate to deal with. Kelk helped with some of it - thought the my teachers for Transtemporal Mechanics weren't too happy when he started correcting the textbooks - but he spent more time taking off and exploring the world as well. He seemed to having a knack for going unnoticed, and was often ignored by those he wasn't dealing with directly.




The Dream Trap Ch. 04



Finally, there was the issue of my big date on Saturday night. Unlike Kirsten, I had run into Aly a few more times on campus. Max had made it a point to move her seat next to ours for Sexuality, though Max hadn't quite managed to convince the other girl to toy around with me as blatantly as she did. We'd eaten lunch a few times together as well, so I was less worried about feeling awkward come the weekend. Oddly, it was so far my only relationship that hadn't also pushed towards the physical. Aly and I hadn't even held hands, though I had learned far more about her than Max or Summer. There was just one thing standing in the way...

"You are not wearing that on your date," Max declared as she watched me get dressed.

"What's wrong with what I am wearing?" I challenged. I had found a credit card under my name, one that had a rather...substantial balance attached to it, and put it to good use ordering things online. Ok, I may have actually just gone a bit nuts over all. I'd decided to keep a few of the polos and khakis, mostly as rainy day clothes or events wear, but the rest had been dropped off at a Salvation Army box during my scant free time. The rest had been replaced by various t-shirts and hoodies, mostly ordered online, and a few pairs of jeans, purchased after I had dumped off my donations. There were now far more black t-shirts with sarcastic slogans such as, "Support your local medical examiner! Die strangely!", as well as the various demonic, undead, and fantastical mascots of multiple heavy metal groups. Rounding out the collection were anime characters, tastefully posed. And I actually mean tastefully posed, not the ones where one or more female character has had her tits blown up to five times their normal size and then squeezed into a bikini three sizes too small. 

And ok, there may have been a few airbrushed dragons, as well.

It was actually one of the dragons that Max was objecting to, a large silver with a ruffled crest, staring down at its reflection in a pool of cave water. 

"Your shirt is hideous," Max said.

"My shirt is cool," I replied with as much dignity as I could muster. 

"Its got a dragon on it."

"And dragons are cool!"

"Suuuuummmmmer!" Max yelled. She was summoning reinforcements, her standard tactic for when dealing with male stubbornness. "He won't change his shirt!"

"Which one is it?" Summer yelled back.

"The one with the dragon!"

"So? Dragons are cool!"

Of course, sometimes the call for reinforcements backfired. I smirked at Max, then reached for a pair of pants. I was careful to tuck my cock to the side before zipping up. That, on the other hand, got Max's approval.

"Do you think you'll have a reason to go commando?" she asked.

"I dunno," I answered honestly. "On the other hand, I don't see a reason not to. I mean, I'm not expecting us to do anything anyway."

Max suddenly looked horrified. "You're not?!"

"Um...no?" I was baffled by her reaction. "I mean, its just a first date. Ok, we might make out, I suppose."

"But- But-" She was at a complete loss for words. Then, once again... "Suuuuummmmmmer!"

"Now what?"

"He doesn't think he's going to get laid!"

"What? Why?"

"He says because its the first date!"

"That didn't stop him with us!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You two are most definitely a special case. I would have had to have been dead to say no. Not to mention, you also knew me a lot longer before we got to that point, so if we wanted to hash it out I could say we had been dating for years before I got you two into bed."

"Well, that doesn't count!" Max sniffed. "We hadn't gone through puberty yet!"

"Potato, tomato," I snarked back. "I've know Aly for less than a week. Whatever happens tonight will be her decision, not mine. Seeing as how you haven't even managed to talk her into sitting on my lap yet, I don't quite seeing her clawing my clothes off and taking me in a fit of maddened lust."

"Well, if she doesn't than we will!" Max promised. 

"And I look forward to it very much," I said as I leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. "But for now, I've got to get going. I've got my phone, so I'll let you guys know how things go, one way or the other."

"You better," Max pouted. "I was looking forward to sexy story time. I guess I can settle for being in sexy story time."

***

The idea was to dinner and a movie, but neither Aly and I wanted to start off on something showy or expensive, so we agreed to meet each other at the mall on the edge of town. Her work schedule meant we had to do a late showing, which meant food would have to be at a twenty-four hour diner once the movie got out. I admit I wasn't too excited by the thought of watching Batman, as the entire thing held a strong sense of deja vu for me. It was a new release, so I knew I hadn't seen it, but there was something at the back of my mind that still insisted otherwise. 

Despite the late hour the mall parking lot was packed to capacity. Since I was taking the ground road rather than flying, I had to come in at the far entrance and then weave through the blocks of parked vehicles in hopes of finding an empty spot. It would have been easier to take off from there and circle until the autopilot found a place to put down, but, well, heights.

Poor me, that would have been the safe 

option.

I eventually found a spot well out in the middle of nowhere, so far from the mall proper that the grass had been allowed to grow knee high and yellow, while the street lights were in desperate need of repainting and, you know, actual light bulbs. More than a couple had burned out, leaving only shallow pools of flickering luminescence to light the cracked and uneven pavement every fifty feet or so. There was even an ominous piano note for a soundtrack, at least until I hit the "Next Track" option on my music player. Then the ominous piano was replaced by an ominous violin.

I got about fifty feet before I found myself surrounded by a group of thugs, Yawgmoth in the lead. The shadows were too thick for me to get a good look at his accomplices, but Yawgy made a point of standing directly under one of the few working lights. He was holding a metal baseball bat cocked over one shoulder, and he pointed it in my direction as he stepped into the light.

"You and I have some issue we need to discuss," he announced as he began to tapping the body of the bat against the palm of his hand. I could hear the sound of metal slapping against flesh echoing around me as his goons imitated him. All together there must have been enough bats to outfit a major league team. 

I held up my hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn't trying to steal your girl, honestly."

"What?" Yawgmoth looked confused for a moment, then shook his head. "Shit man, I don't care about Kirsten. That cunt will get whats coming to her in time. No, I'm talking about my father."

It was my turn to be confused. "Your father?"

"Oh, so the big shot hero doesn't even remember, huh?" Yawgy snarled. "You pulled the trigger on a man, don't even remember him. Does the name Daemon Sadisto ring any bells?"

"What." It wasn't a question, but a statement of pure bafflement. Daemon Sadisto didn't exist. I had made him up for my creative writing course! Pure bullshit that I had spat out in thirty seconds because Castle was putting me on the spot! How the hell could Yawgmoth possibly be related to an imaginary crime boss I'd pulled out of my ass?

"What, you don't see the family resemblance?" Yawgoth laughed. "Ah well. Folks always said that I did take after Mother more. But I got curious about you after our little run in the other day. There was something about your face, you know? Like I'd seen it before. Guess what? I had. Oh yeah, we had footage from that warehouse. It was all right there in living color, you pushing that two-bit PI out of the way and then putting two in my dad's chest."

"Aw. Hell."

That seemed to be their cue, and all his flunkies rushed in. 

I never did see the bat that cracked my skull open.



The Dream Trap Ch. 05



I woke up to pure blackness. The last thing I remembered was my skull getting intimate with an aluminum baseball bat, wielded by a psychotic football player who was blaming me for killing his father in a short story I had written for school. A short story which, based on the way he was acting, was apparently true. Except it couldn't have been true, because I had only existed, or the world had only existed, or something, for less than two weeks. The first thing I remembered was waking up with Summer Glau's mouth around my dick on a Monday morning in September; how the hell could I have killed a guy in July?

Yeah, my life was kind of fucked up.

Back to the blackness. I could feel myself sitting on a plain wood chair, one that lacked any sort of cushioning. There was no light, so I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or closed. Neither my hands nor my legs seemed to be tied down, which was good. On the other hand, I had no idea where I was so I still had no idea what my chance of escape looked like, or if it was even possible.

"Soooo..." I said into the darkness. "Am I being held prisoner, or is this one of those 'have a conversation with yourself' scenes where I talk to myself in riddles and vague hints?"

"What do you think?" The answer was in my own voice. There was a snap and hiss as a match flared to life, briefly illuminating my face some five feet away as I lit a whopping huge cigar. It shouldn't have been possible, but the glowing tip was bright enough that I could see my doppleganger standing there in a trench coat, a Cuban clenched in the corner of his mouth. He looked just like the stereotypical informant from 40s gangster flick, except that I didn't really have the shoulders or chiseled jaw to properly pull off that sort of look.

"I think you, I, or we may be over compensating with that cigar," I said with a nod. 

"Wiseass."

"You would know, wouldn't you?" I said with a shake of my head. "Look, do you have any idea what's going?"

"Yeah, you're unconscious, mostly because you let some asshole hit you in the head with a bat."

"Besides that, I mean."

My doppleganger shrugged. "You know everything I do."

"Is that supposed to be some vague hint that I already know what's going on," I asked with a frown, "or an admission that I really have no idea what is going on?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" My doppleganger rolled the cigar to the other side of his mouth. Even though it was clearly lit and smoking, it hadn't burned any shorter during our conversation. "I mean, I'm you, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I was afraid of." I sighed. "Ok, so then what do we know?"

"We know this world is a little too happy-happy joy-joy," the doppleganger replied. "But we knew that. We were told that. What else were we told?"

"This world will be as you write it," I quoted. "Wait, you don't think...?"

"You wrote the short story, and now Yawgmoth thinks you killed his father," the doppleganger replied. "I'm pretty sure the two are connected, yeah."

"Ok, but how does that even work?" I demanded. 

"I don't know. Why not go and find out?" The doppleganger pulled the cigar from his mouth and pinched off the tip. He dropped the glowing ember to the floor, then crushed it beneath his boot. The darkness returned, and with it, silence.

*

The next time I woke up it was much easier to figure out where I was. Half a dozen different machines sat next to me, steadily beeping as they monitored my vital signs. An old ten inch TV was mounted across from me in a corner of the ceiling, silently playing a day time soap. Oddly, it wasn't an HD TV, but the sort of boxy thing common back in the 90s. Two thick metal railings lined the side of my bed to make sure I didn't accidentally roll out of it, and someone had oh-so helpfully jammed a plastic breathing tube down my throat.

Summer was sitting in the chair next to me, quietly reading from black Nook. She looked up as I grunted, then bolted to her feet when she realized I was awake. "Oh, thank gods!" she cried as she leaned over to hug me. The bed squeaked and rocked as she squeezed me tight, and for a moment I found it difficult to breathe. "Do you have any idea how badly you scared us? When Aly called to say you hadn't made it..."

"Eeerk!" I gargled.

"What?" She looked down and suddenly remembered where we were. "Oh! Sorry, sorry!"

"Glg," I replied, or tried to. I couldn't even frown with that blasted tube stuck down my throat. Instead I held up my hands and mimed a pen and paper, wincing as I accidentally tugged on the IV some bastard had stuck me with. Being hospitalized sucks.

"Got it!" Summer said with a nod. She started digging in her purse and dug out a reporter's flip style notebook and a pen. "Here you go."

I gave her a slight nod in thanks as she passed them over. I quickly began scribbling. "How long have I been out?"

"It's Wednesday night," she answered after a quick read. "You've been out for the better of five days. Do you know what happened?"

"Go jumped by Yawgmoth and friends," I wrote back. "Police?"

"Not enough evidence at the scene," she said sadly. "They'll take your statement, but we'd already mentioned Yawgmoth because of the fight you had at school. They said they talked to him, and that he and his friends had an alibi. I can't believe he would do something like this just because he got dumped!"

"Not because of Kirsten," I wrote. "Says I killed his dad during the summer."

"That Sadisto guy from July?" Summer asked with a frown. "How does Yawgmoth connect back to that?"

"He's his son."

"Fuck! Well, that explains where he got his alibis then. I bet he inherited his father's organization."

"Probably." All right, so somehow Summer knew more about what was going on than I did. I was glad someone did, because it that meant it might be easier getting answers once I was out of the hopsital.

"He's not going to leave you alone, you know." Summer's brow furrowed as she thought about it. "You're going to have to get stronger. A lot stronger, I mean. I'm going to talk to Max about it, but as soon as you get out of here, we're going to start training you on how to fight properly. It means we're probably going to have to put school on hold, at least for a while. Would your friend be willing to help as well?"

"Kelk? Probably." What did she mean by her and Max training me, though? 

"Ok. I'm going to head home, then, and let them all know the good news, ok? I'd stick around just to be safe, but I don't think Yawgmoth will try anything here. Its too public for one thing, and it would hard for him to get any cover with so many witnesses around," Summer said. She leaned over the bed again, more carefully this time, and planted a kiss on my forehead. Her hand, however, began to wander under my hospital gown. "Get better quick, ok? The faster you get out of here the faster we can get to training you and...other things."

I nodded, tried to smile around the breathing tube, and immediately regretted it. Ok, fine, it probably wouldn't have been too bright to try anything strenuous while plugged into a heart monitor, but, well, damnit! It still would have been nice to have fooled around a little bit. I'd been bed ridden for the better part of a week, so I was sure my muscles could have used a bit of a work out. Work out the kinks a bit by having a bit of kinky hospital sex, that sort of thing.

I lay back and tried to watch the soap opera, but it really wasn't doing anything for me. The guy and the guy were arguing, the girl and the guy were arguing, the girl and the girl were arguing, and the girl and the guy and the girl were all in their underwear but not doing anything that would get you in trouble for being broadcast at two in the afternoon. It might have been easier to care if there had been some volume for me to actually know what they were arguing about. I looked around for a remote, but couldn't find one.

After a few minutes I found myself twirling the pen Summer had left behind between the fingers of my left hand. The world will be as you write it. Ok, it sounded great in theory, but so far all it had managed to accomplish was getting the crap kicked out of me. It didn't tell me what the rules were, or even if there were any. I had come up with the story before I met Yawgmoth, but I didn't actually write it down until after we had had met. Even then I hadn't included him in it, so where was the connection? Was the world filling details I had left blank? Or was there something in my subconscious that had linked my fake fight with the real one? I figured the only way to find out was to do a bit of experimenting. With a bit of effort I managed to swing a hinged tray in front of me, and set the pad of paper down on top of it. Looking around the room, I figured the first problem I wanted to resolve was the TV. I hastily scribbled, 'There was a remote control sitting on the bedside table.' Then I glanced over.

Nothing.

"There is a remote control sitting on the bedside table.'

Still nothing. Maybe I wasn't being specific enough?

'There is a remote control sitting on the bedside table next to me.'

The soap opera ended in a quick flash of scenes that might or might not be in the next day's episode. Either way, it didn't seem like I could just spontaneously generate matter out of thin air. I decided to try a different tactic. I flipped the pad to a blank sheet of paper and wrote, 'With a hiss of static, the volume on the hospital's TV started working again.'

I waited, then waited a little bit more. The TV just rolled right into the next program, one of those self-help talk shows that promises a daily life changing experience. Having already had enough of those, it was probably a good thing that the volume didn't suddenly come on. It was possible I was taking the whole "be as you write it" line a bit too literally. Or maybe it just wasn't enough for me to write it down, maybe someone had to read it. There'd been a discussion in my Transtemporal Mechanics class about wave function theories and the possibility that the universe only existed based on observable data; that the more people held a belief to be true, the more like it was to become true. I'd dismissed it as some hokey bullshit at the time, but suddenly I wasn't so sure. I was going to have to go back and reread that chapter as soon as I got home.

I shifted back into a resting position as the door opened to admit a pair of identical red heads. There was something familiar, like I had seen them somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place it. One was holding a clipboard, while the other was pushing a small cart loaded with bottles and the those tiny little plastic cups that they hand out pills in. They were both dressed in what looked like a nurse's outfit by way of Victoria's Secret. The shoulders and hem, which didn't make it even half way down their thighs, were all edged in curly lace. The collar running along the neckline was a good two inches wide, but the neckline itself was open down to mid chest so as to leave as much cleavage on display as possible. The only thing holding the outfit closed were two small buttons which were working over time to hold in the twins' rather ample bosoms. Not that they needed to, considering the outfits were both made from a sheer white fabric that left nothing to the imagination. And yes, they were definitely natural reds.

The one with the clipboard had a name tag reading, "Annie", while the one with the cart was named Hallie according to her name tag. 

"Ah, good, you're awake!" Annie said as she stepped closer. "And it seems like you won't be needing this any longer, so just hold still..."

I did as I was told as she reached for the tube down my throat and started to extract it. It took several minutes, as she had to slow down every time it started to catch against the side of my throat or if my gag reflex started acting up. There was at least one point where I nearly had to vomit, and trust me when I say that is not an experience you ever want to have. The last inch came out much faster than the first, and by the time she was done I had a new found respect for every girl who had ever deep throated me. 

"Here, drink this," Hallie said as she stepped up to the other side of the bed. She held out a Dixie cup with a blue liquid in it. "It will help with the soreness. Sip it, though, don't guzzle."

I nodded, then did as she said. The drink was extremely thick, almost syrupy. It tasted like it was supposed to taste like grape juice, but the flavor suite couldn't quite get through that heavy medical sourness. It did wonders for my throat, though, and I felt my muscles quickly relaxing despite having had the tube in the way for so long.

"Thanks," I wheezed. Even with the medicine, I still sounded like I had just gotten over a bad case of strep throat. "Do you have any water?"

"Yup," Hallie answered as she reached for another cup. "Again, sip, don't guzzle."

"Got it." I wasn't sure I could have guzzled it; just talking made my throat hurt. 

"Well, your blood pressure looks good, and your heart rate and breathing are back to normal," Annie said as she started checking things off on her clipboard. "I honestly don't know how you've done it; with the sort of beating you took you should still be in a coma. As it is, even the fracture in your skull seems to be healing."

"Guess I'm just lucky," I said between sips.

"Lucky nothing," Annie said with a frown. "I hate to throw around the word "miracle", mostly because it tends to get too many people's hopes up, but its either that or the desk screwed up and gave me the paperwork for the wrong patient again. Unfortunately, the info on your boards matches the info in my hands, so I know that's not the case. We'll probably be able to get you out of here faster than expected. I still want to hold you here for a few more days of observation."

"Do I have to?"

Annie shrugged. "You can, legally, check yourself out AMA, or Against Medical Advice, but I honestly don't suggest it, and not just because your insurance is paying for everything. Blows to the head are not only some of the most dangerous, but also some of the trickiest to deal with. Frankly, we don't everything about the brain that we wish we did. You could be fine, or you could get five steps out the door and drop back into a coma. There were also some anomalies in your last round of blood work that I wanted to take another look at. I'll be happier once I get the reports back on that, as well."

That caught my attention. "What sort of anomalies?"

Annie's lips twisted into a frown. "That's just it - we're not entirely sure. You've got an elevated white blood cell count, which is to be expected, as well as a small bacterial infection, which was also to be expected. We put you on antibacterials, and that was all taken care of. But the lab also found traces of what looked like a viral infection, though they couldn't identify what sort of virus it might be. You also haven't been showing any symptoms of an infection. Until and unless you do, I don't want to start you on any medicines that might cause issues with the treatments you're already go through. It could be nothing, and judging from how quickly you woke up, that's probably exactly what it is. Still, I'd rather be as sure as possible. Now that you're awake, you can tell us if you start feeling sick or if something feels off."

"Makes sense," I said. I drained the last of the water and handed it back Hallie, nodding for more. She took out a small metal pitcher and poured another round, then handed it over again. This time I did guzzle a bit; despite the IV keeping me hydrated, I was still feeling exceptionally thirsty. It hurt a little bit, but the water was nice and cold, and that soothed the worst of the ache. When I motioned for a third, Hallie just laughed and put the pitcher down on the bedside table where it would be in easy reach.

"Take it easy there," she warned with a smile. "You've got too many bits and pieces sticking out for us to walk you to the bathroom, and the nurses get upset if they have to change your bedpan too often."

"I'll try to keep that in mind," I said.

"Good," Annie said as she headed to the cart and pulled out a large bucket. "Now, normally this is a duty for the nurses, but since we're here already..."

I frowned in confusion as Hallie giggled and reached for my blanket. Before I knew what was happening she had yanked it down to the end of the bed. It was at that point that I realized I wasn't wearing a hospital gown. Seems the standards are just a bit different in a world where casual nudity is no big deal. Problem being, while the world was fine with casual nudity, it was still something that I was getting used to. Being in the same room as twin red heads clad in sheer lingerie had produced some rather predictable results.

"Oh, my," Annie gasped as both women turned to stare at my cock. It was fully erect, with my foreskin pulled back just far enough to expose a tip shiny with precum.

"Why- Why don't I start at one end and you take the other, then we'll meet in the middle?" Hallie stammered. Her hands were shaking as she reached for a sponge that her sister was offering her.

"That works for me," Annie said as she wrung out a sponge of her own. She didn't wring it out over the bucket, though, but all over the front of her uniform. The thin material immediately plastered itself to her curves, highlighting her nipples where they poked through now completely transparent cloth.

"Hey, no fair!" Hallie protested. She retaliated by simply stripping her uniform off entirely. Annie responded by sticking out her tongue and doing the same. My eyes swung back and forth between the two, but I was otherwise entirely unsure what to say or do. It really isn't a smart idea to make any fast moves when you're still poked full of needles. All I could manage was a stupid sounding, "Umm..."

The twins were still glaring at one another as they stepped up to the bed, sponges in hand. 

Rather than start at opposite ends as they planned, they both stepped up to the head of the bed, Hallie on the left and Annie on the right, then began to rub me over from the shoulders down. The water was hot and the sponges were soft, which was probably a good thing because the twins were going at it fairly aggressively. I wasn't quite worried about them scrubbing my skin off, but if they put any more elbow into it then there was a chance that it might have become an issue. 

It was Annie who made the first move, leaning over to nibble at the side of my neck as she ran her sponge over my chest. I let out a small sigh and tilted my head to the side in order to give her better access. Her breath was warm and ticklish as she worked her way towards my collarbone, and the hand with the sponge in it was making small circles as it worked its way down my chest and towards my navel. My entire body trembled as her hand inched closer to my waist. My breath started coming faster as I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of being touched. My cock throbbed with anticipation of their approach, my balls heavy with the need for release after spending so long unconscious.

Hallie must have noticed the effect her sister was having on me, as the next thing I knew her lips pressed against one of my nipples while her fingers of her free hand caressed the other. I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from my lips. That only served to encourage Hallie, and the kissing and caressing immediately turned to sucking and pinching. I lifted my hand and placed it over the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her long, fine hair as I pulled her closer.

Their sponges reached my crotch at about the same time, at which point both of the twins casually tossed them away. I don't know if that had been the plan all along, or if they were simply choosing to abandon the sponge bath, but I do know that once their fingers wrapped around my shaft, I didn't care. Their hands were joined together with my penis in the middle, and as they began to stroke it up and down Hallie moved her other hand away so that Annie could take her proper place at my right nipple. She wasn't quite as aggressive as Hallie was, so I carefully put a hand on her head as well and silently urged to suck harder.




The Dream Trap Ch. 05



I should have cum then and there, and I honestly don't know why I didn't. When I looked down all I could see was the sisters' hands moving up and down on my cock and the swath of red hair as they slowly kissed and sucked their way down my body. They had to climb farther on to the bed as they did so, pressing their wonderfully soft breasts against my sides before carefully crossing their legs over my chest. That left their vaginas naked and exposed, and I could see that they were already wet and swollen with arousal. My fingers trailed down the back of their necks and danced along their spines until I reached their pert asses. I gave them each a quick squeeze as fair warning, then thrust a pair of fingers into both of their tight cunts. They were amazingly slick and easy to penetrate, and both girls let out a half squeal that quickly turned into a moan as I pressed down against their g-spots with the tip of my fingers. I didn't really have the space or angle to move my arms far enough to finger fuck them, so I had to settle for just rubbing back and forth against that most sensitive of zones while thumbs sought out their clits.

It was at that point that they let of my cock and applied their mouths instead of their hands. Annie's mouth closed down over the head of my penis, alternating between flicking her tongue across the slit and bobbing her head up and down its length. Hallie, mean while, crawled just a bit farther down so that she could get her head between my legs, and immediately set to licking and sucking on my balls.

"Oh, gods," I gasped as the heat and wet washed over me. After having been out for so long my nerves seemed to be extra sensitive, and I was in absolute heaven. I tried to dig my fingers in deeper, but they were in as far as they were going to go. My hips began to rock in time with Annie's bobbing, so she held her head still to keep me from pushing too far down her throat, all while lashing at me with her tongue. That let Hallie drop my sack from her mouth and latch on to the base of my cock..

"I'm going to cum," I panted as I felt the first tremor of my orgasm pass through my body. I tried to will it away, wanting it all to last much longer, but at the same time I knew it was a losing battle. I could already feel the pressure building at the base of my cock, just waiting for the moment when it would break.

"Not yet, not yet!" Hallie cried out as the twins both scrambled to get off the bed. The sudden release of my cock was enough for me to get back a semblance of control, and I fought to steady my breathing. The pressure in my cock began to ease off just a little. The next thing I knew they were both back on the bed, this time draped half over the sides as they squashed their breasts together around my cock.

"There, now cum all over us!" Annie insisted as she pulled her sister into a hug. They wrapped their arms around one another, pulling tighter together so that there was nowhere for my cock to go but up. I grabbed them both by the back of the neck as they each leaned in and began to kiss. Their tongues tangled together as I thrust into the soft, warm cavity formed by their tits. My precum left just enough lube to make things easy, while the sight of them making out over me sound brought the pressure back to a boil. The first shot of cum erupted from between their tits to splash off the bottom of their chins and drip down on to their breasts. The next three that followed weren't quite as powerful, but fell to leave thick white ropes drizzled across their chests. The last ended up smeared between the three of us.

"Ooof," I said as I sank back into my pillow.

"Well, I think we can safely say that all your vitals are in proper working order," Annie declared with a smile. She didn't bother to wipe herself clean, but just grabbed her uniform off the floor and pulled it back on over her head.

"Though we may need to come back later just to do an extra check up," Hallie added with a giggle. 

I just smiled and shook my head. Exhaustion crashed over me as my body reminded me that while yeah, the sex was good it was still in the process of healing. I couldn't even muster up the energy to yawn as my eyes drifted closed. I was out like a light before they had even made it half way out of the room. I heard Hallie say something to Annie, but it wasn't clear enough for me to understand.

I woke up several hours later, and it had already gotten quite dark out. The hallway outside my room was much quieter now that visiting hours were over. Summer wasn't waiting for me in the seat this time; it probably wasn't necessary to keep a vigil on me now that I had woken up. Someone had helpfully left me a saran wrapped turkey sandwich and a bottle of water, which was good because I was absolutely starving. There was also a small pile of paperback books sitting next to the food, so I turned on a light to see what I had been left. I picked them up to start sorting through them...

...and discovered a remote control sitting behind them. 

My hand wobbled as I picked it up and pointed it at the TV. I pressed the power button, and there was a popping sound as the screen came to life. It was some sitcom, but I didn't recognize any of the actors so couldn't guess which one. But like all sitcoms it came with its own laugh track, filling my hospital room with the sound of canned laughter.