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.