Feature Writer: FantasyLover /
Feature Title: PERCHANCE TO DREAM 4 /
Copyright: © 2012 by FantasyLover /
Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, FF, Ff, Magic, Harem, First, Anal /
Synopsis: Stressed archaeologist seeks help from an unusual source by trying an ancient ritual–with unusual results /
Perchance to Dream
Chapter 4
Sally was released from “sleep-jail” in time to join us for breakfast. The room was full of knowing smirks when she immediately claimed my lap and she almost behaved herself with only one quick grope she claimed was an accident. She made no excuses for the kiss she gave me right before we left for work. She worked like a girl possessed all morning, again claiming my lap at lunch. That’s where her parents found her when they came by to get her. Sally looked very pleased with herself when they showed up in my office.
“Did you let Mike get any work done?” Meagan asked smirking.
“Yes, mother,” answered Sally. “I’ve been working hard all morning,” she added, hurrying over to hug her mother.
“And it looks like poor Mike will be working hard all afternoon,” Meagan chuckled noticing the prominent protrusion Sally left in my lap.
Totally unfazed by her mother’s jibe Sally retorted “I hope so; it will remind him how he’s making me suffer,” she pouted playfully.
“C’mon, we need to talk,” she said excitedly as she pulled her mother behind her.
“Dan,” Amanda hollered to catch his attention. She tossed him her car keys. “You and Mark might want to take a separate car,” she snickered. Dan rolled his eyes but he was smiling.
“So, what do we need to talk about so urgently?” Meagan asked Sally, trying hard not to let her mirth be noticed. After their tearful night of confessions to each other, she was glad to see her daughter in such a good mood and had a pretty good idea what the subject was going to be.
“Mike says that I have to convince you and then his wives and then think about what everyone told me before he’d let me try to convince him to make love to me,” she explained. “I think he’s just looking for excuses not to,” she admitted emotionally.
“Why do you think that?” Meagan asked.
“He spent all three nights holding me and never did anything. How could he do that if he really liked me? And how could he be interested in me compared to Amanda and Janice? My boobs will never be nearly as big as theirs are,” she whined.
Meagan smiled to herself. “Let’s look at this from his perspective for a minute. He left a bed full of naked, sexy, horny women for three nights just to hold you. I can’t imagine many men doing that if they didn’t care deeply about the person they held and comforted for those three nights,” she explained. Sally was quiet for several minutes while she digested her mother’s words but the trickle of tears started flowing slowly.
“I didn’t even think about how he felt,” she said quietly.
“Honey, I don’t mean this as a put-down, but you don’t really have any experience in a positive relationship with a man. There are so many things we all learn the hard way–like how important it is to take the feelings of your partner into consideration just as much as your own feelings. Sometimes you get what you want, sometimes he will get what he wants, and sometimes you will both need to compromise. It’s going to be much more difficult to do with five other women whose feelings also have to be taken into consideration. I can’t imagine anyone being able to manage that balancing act for long but if anyone could do it, it would be Mike,” she sighed.
“Does it help if the girls all enjoy sex with each other?” Sally asked.
“Probably, but that also adds the dynamics of even more relationships into the equation,” Meagan answered thoughtfully.
Sally snickered. “What?” Meagan asked.
“It’s going to be a cartoon moment,” Sally snickered.
“What do you mean?” her mom asked, her curiosity piqued.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” Sally promised. When they stopped for the next stoplight Sally asked, “What’s it like having sex with a woman?”
“What?” Meagan choked, turning to stare at her daughter.
“Cartoon moment–imagine if you’d been driving,” Sally chuckled.
“Well thank you for waiting until I was stopped,” Meagan said while her mind raced.
“Why do you ask?” she replied.
“I told Mike I was horny this morning in my dream. He said he could get me batteries or I could ask his wives if they would take care of it for me,” Sally pouted. Meagan had to cough a couple of times to cover the laughter she couldn’t quite stifle.
“It’s a little different than with a man in more than the obvious way,” she started, her mind racing again. “A man who loves you takes his time to make sure you’re ready first and makes sure you’re satisfied, too. With a woman it’s … softer is the only word that comes to mind. There’s more touching and teasing and they’re not usually in quite as big a hurry to finish as the guys are. In addition, a woman’s body is softer, too. Men’s muscles are harder and many of their bones don’t have as much flesh over them as women do. I enjoyed having sex with Carol, but I’d never trade it for sex with your father. I enjoy sex with a man much more,” she said, blushing.
“Even though it hurts?” Sally asked.
“My poor baby,” Meagan said emotionally as she reached over and stroked her daughter’s cheek. “Sex with a man who cares about you won’t hurt. He’ll make sure you’re ready, he’ll go slowly at first, and he’ll pay attention to your reactions to find out what you enjoy and what you don’t like. What you’ve experienced so far are just guys using you that don’t care about anything but getting their own enjoyment. If you ever find yourself with a guy like that again, leave and never go back. He doesn’t care about you regardless of what he tells you.”
“But how can Mike want me when he has Amanda and Janice?” Sally asked quietly.
“The others aren’t as big as Amanda and Janice and Mike was with Amanda first. If a guy is really interested in you–and not just your body–it doesn’t matter to him. That might be a good question for you to ask them, though,” she said.
“So you don’t think he’s trying to blow me off by making me jump through all of these hoops?” Sally asked.
“I think the fact that you could even consider that a possibility is one of the reasons he insists that you talk to all of the women that know him. Once again, let’s look at this from his point of view. Mike is looking at a minefield that staggers the imagination. Your father is Mike’s best friend. Best friends don’t have sex with the other friend’s fourteen-year-old daughter. Even though he won’t ever admit it, I know your father is hurt that he couldn’t protect his princess. He knows that Mike is the best thing for you right now, but fathers want to think that their daughters will still be virgins when they get married.
“Then there is the relationship Mike and I had. I know Mike would never consider trying to hurt me even after what I did, but he doesn’t know that because we’ve never talked about it. He’s bending over backwards to make sure I know this isn’t his way of getting back at me.
“And at some point Mike will slip up and unthinkingly call you Meagan. I’ve called your father Mike several times. Fortunately, he loves me enough that he’s never said a word, always pretending not to hear when I screw up. Will you be able to do the same for Mike?
“Mike knows you don’t have much experience with good relationships with guys. He probably hopes that between his wives and me we can explain enough of the basics to keep the two of you from self-destructing. He knows that were that to happen, your father and I would have to take sides which means we either lose a daughter or a very close friend.”
“Jesus, this is getting complicated,” Sally noted.
“And now you know why Mike’s being so cautious,” Meagan said.
“Does he play chess?” Sally asked. Her mother laughed melodically.
“Yes, he does and he was pretty good at it in college. He started teaching me before I got stupid. Afterwards I kept playing. I guess it was a way to hang on to some small part of him,” Meagan admitted emotionally.
“He loves you, too,” Sally replied.
“He said that?” Meagan asked.
“No, when I asked him he said he didn’t think you knew each other long enough to say that but he thought you were well on the way. I guess it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell me he loved you when you’re married to his best friend,” she said thoughtfully.
“See, you’re learning already,” her mom replied.
They made it to the first house the realtor had to show them–and the next three. They fell in love with the fourth house. Well, Mark fell in love with Denise, the 12-year-old girl next door. Sally rode home with her dad, apologizing for screwing up and for hurting him. Remembering her mother’s advice, she kept quiet about Mike. Mark was dropped off at his grandparent’s house and Dan brought the car and his daughter back to our house. No words were spoken between us as he hugged her, and then shook my hand. Both of us were a bit misty-eyed when he finally turned away and headed for the car Meagan was driving.
Sally claimed my lap again at dinner but was much quieter and contemplative than playful. “You okay?” I asked, lightly rubbing her back.
She leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, mom gave me a lot to think about today. Could you teach me how to play chess?” she asked eagerly.
“What brought that on?” I asked.
“To help me learn to look ahead at the way things I do affect everyone else around me,” she said seriously. She perked up when I insisted on feeding dessert to her, and was practically purring when we finally left the table.
“Were you serious about one of your wives helping to … uhh … scratch my itch?” she asked blushing.
“You’re even cuter when you blush,” I teased which naturally caused her blush to darken considerably. “I didn’t really expect you to take me up on the offer but we can always ask. Is there anyone in particular you had in mind?” I asked. Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. “Is there one of them you feel closer to?” I asked.
“Probably Amanda and Itzel; they were there with me when I talked to my mother the first night,” she answered looking up at me. I could see in her eyes how vulnerable she felt right then.
“C’mon, I’ll talk to them for you,” I told her as I pulled her closer to me. As I expected, both ladies were more than willing to help Sally, promising to show her what they would be doing on each other first, giving her a chance to change her mind. I escorted them as far as the guest room door and Sally insisted on yet another of her very passionate kisses. If she didn’t chicken out I was sure the girls were going to love that talented tongue of hers.
Amanda came back out a couple of hours later to get the rest of the girls so they could all talk to Sally. She didn’t say anything, but the abundance of girl goo on her cheeks and the wet, matted pubic hair let me know they’d been busy. Her devious grin let me know they were up to something.
Not knowing how much longer they would be talking, I finally went to bed alone about 10:00. It was a strange feeling to be in the big bed all alone. Muffled giggles from the guest room told me everything in there was okay and I fell asleep hopeful that things would work out.
Sometime later, I was roused from my sleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Warm, soft, naked bodies began cuddling up to me and I was in Heaven again. “Wake up, you’ve got horny women to tend to,” Amanda cooed in my ear to a chorus of quiet giggles. Many hands helped turn me over so I was on my back and Amanda lowered her still-slick pussy to my mouth. I loved the idea of the strawberry flavor she had come up with for her already-sweet pussy. She also gave each of the other girls a distinctive flavor of their choice.
“We all talked with Sally. She has agreed to talk with one of us every day for the foreseeable future to avoid any complications. Itzel sees no upcoming problems. She will continue to watch for them as she does every day. We voted and it’s unanimous. We accept Sally as a wife with all of the privileges and responsibilities that go with the position and your newest wife wants you … now,” she informed me like I was a third world dictator facing a coup d’état.
“I didn’t get to vote,” I protested.
“That’s because it was an official vote of the wives’ council. We could tell that you were stressing out about how many wives you had so we all agreed that any future wives had to have a good reason to be considered and had to get a unanimous vote of all current wives to be accepted. Zafrina met those criteria and so has Sally.
“What if I’m not ready?” I asked. Amanda raised her eyebrow and cocked her head questioningly. “I’m still worried about upsetting Dan or Meagan. This can’t be easy for them,” I answered emotionally.
Amanda yielded the floor to Itzel but not my tongue. “Mike, I promise there won’t be any problems and that you’ll know it to be a fact tomorrow,” Itzel promised as she gently stroked my chest.
Lying naked on my back with a strawberry-flavored pussy above my mouth wasn’t exactly a strong bargaining position. “Fine,” I huffed only to be buried beneath a mass of giddy, naked, female flesh. The celebration was short-lived, calming down to happy sighing within a couple of minutes.
“I guess we should get on with the main event before Sally starts physically dragging us off of you,” Amanda chuckled.
When the girls moved aside, Sally was standing there looking expectantly at me and biting her lower lip nervously. They had obviously spent some time getting her ready as her long brown hair cascaded around her shoulders in ringlets. The hair in front was strategically arranged to hide her nipples but to leave enough of her breasts exposed to pique my interest. “Wow!” I exclaimed eliciting a huge grin of relief.
“You like?” she asked happily, as she pirouetted slowly.
“I like,” I growled taking her hand and pulling her to me. She slipped into the bed next to me, looking expectantly.
Our lips met and her anaconda caught my tongue again. When she freed me, I began to slide down her body, kissing and tasting as I went until she stopped me. “We’ve got a lifetime for that,” she cooed, “which may be pretty short if you don’t fill me up,” she growled menacingly. There was a roomful of titters at her comment. The lust in her eyes burned brightly and expectantly as I climbed on top of her. Her left leg shifted to allow me access. Her right leg did the same once I’d cleared it.
“One quick taste?” I almost begged.
“It had better be very quick or it may be the last thing you ever taste,” she answered grinning lasciviously. She let me spend about ten seconds tasting her pink flesh and piquant oils before impatiently pulling me up until the swollen head of my cock brushed and then parted her engorged labia. Sally licked her own juices from my face while I slowly sheathed my sword in her hot, tight, welcoming sex. I chewed gently on the delicate, dark nipples I’d been pulled away from earlier and began pummeling her sex chute until both of us climaxed nearly simultaneously.
“What’s wrong?” I asked Sally when we finished. There were tears in her eyes. Amanda touched my shoulder and put a finger to her lips, shaking her head.
“Just hold her,” she mouthed. I tried to slide off but she refused to unlock her legs from behind me so I rested on top of her, holding my weight on my elbows.
“Everybody said it would be good but I had no idea … I had no idea,” she whispered contentedly.
I tried again to roll off when I finally slipped out. “You’re not going anywhere, buddy. You’re mine … ours,” she corrected, looking up sheepishly at the other ladies who were all smiling that special happy smile they shared so often. Sighing as she unlocked her ankles from behind me, she snickered, “I guess I should share.”
I was quickly forgotten as the ladies all sat around her gently stroking her face and hair. Each one of them gave her a gentle kiss. “Welcome to the family,” Amanda whispered emotionally.
“Speaking of which,” Amanda said as she once again took charge. I wasn’t sure exactly how it had happened or been decided but she seemed to be the de facto spokesperson for the group. As long as the rest of the women didn’t mind, I wasn’t going to stick my nose in. There were so many other places I could think of to put it.
“It will be less than a year before Nuk is ready to join us fully,” Amanda stated matter-of-factly.
“What?” I squeaked. I glanced at Sally, not sure how she would take the news but I could see that they covered a lot in their talk earlier.
“She enjoys the times she comes in and just sleeps with us but wants to participate a little bit more. She convinced all of us to let her,” Amanda said as she raised one eyebrow challenging me to dissent.
I thought about it–for about a nanosecond. “It shall be as you have decreed,” I said in ancient Mayan, bowing my head (hard to do when you’re on your back) and spreading my arms in submission as the ancient Maya did to their chiefs.
Their victorious grins turned to questioning looks when Sally gasped. “That wasn’t English,” she said. I started to explain but she cut me off. “But I knew exactly what he said,” she said in awe. “Cool,” she concluded happily.
Nuk moved over on the bed until she was next to me looking nervous and expectant. Her eyes were fixed on the again-stiff pole waving proudly. Even though we’d done this and everything else possible to imagine in our dreams she still reached out hesitantly before wrapping her small fingers around it. The second the fingers closed, I could see the look in her eyes change–she was home. Without any hesitation whatsoever her mouth descended and engulfed half of my cock. Her tongue slithered around it like so many pleasant dreams before as she licked Sally from me, savoring the delicate blend of our juices.
She turned, presenting her business end to me and I reciprocated. Not being able to watch her now, everything felt just like it usually did. What I was staring at wasn’t what I was used to, though. Her sex was more like an unopened flower than one in full bloom. It responded to my tongue, moistening and darkening in color, even parting slightly, but didn’t bloom like her older self. I had to catch myself, and realign my thoughts. This wasn’t for me, it was for Nuk. Whatever age her body was right now, she was the same person that shared our dreams with us. Closing my eyes I imagined the older version above me and went to town, doing almost all of the things, I knew so well that drove her insane.
Without being able to bury my fingers inside of her and touch all of the places that give her so much pleasure I still brought her off. After catching her breath, she climbed on top of me and straddled me, lowering herself until she was in exactly the same position she’d been in the first time we were together for the ceremony. Holding her narrow hips, I helped her rock back and forth, my cock sliding almost frictionless through her slick furrow. The far-away look returned to her face as she enjoyed herself, grinding her tiny clit down against the base of my cock with each stroke. When her brow furrowed and she lowered her head with her eyes closed I knew she was concentrating and nearly there.
Nuk’s movements became faster and less coordinated as she got closer. I held onto her hips to keep her centered but let go when I knew she was about to cum. My hands found her tiny, pointed nipples, and pinched and pulled on them the way she likes. Her mouth and eyes shot open in surprise and she squeaked as she came, pressing herself down against me one last time as her body convulsed and she collapsed on top of me.
It was as I held her and stroked her back that I realized she’d seated my glans in the opening to her sex and pushed it halfway in. “Nooooo,” she protested feebly when I started to pull out. “Mmmmm,” Nuk moaned dreamily a minute later as she rocked her hips side to side, enjoying the feel of having me part-ways inside of her. “Let’s go to sleep. I want to finish this in our dreams,” she sighed, laying her head on my chest.
It was a wild night in our dream. Sally and Nuk were practically insatiable. Earlier Amanda had offered to take Sally into dream sex and fuck her with a cock just like mine but Sally refused because she wanted mine to be the first cock she made love to. She decided that what she experienced before didn’t qualify as making love. She let Amanda have at her that night though, even taking both of us at once. Amanda surprised her and entered her backside with a much smaller cock as Sally began her climax and drove her to her hardest climax yet.
At some point, we had all stopped momentarily, and found ourselves back in a Maya village. Since nobody seemed to know quite where we were, I led the way, following the pointed directions of villagers as they bowed reverently to us. I understood where we were when I recognized Chief Nachancan. I smiled appreciatively and returned the gesture when he bowed to me as an equal. After that, there was another wedding ceremony and celebration. It was only when we turned to the rest of the village that I saw Dan, Meagan, and Mark watching happily from the front of the throng. I still sucked at the dancing.
Before we could make our way through the crowd, we were back before the Tribunal. “You were troubled earlier this evening,” the leader commented.
“I am concerned about her parents being upset by our relationship at some point. I don’t want either of them hurt,” I explained.
“You have strong feelings for both of her parents,” the leader intoned, inviting me to expound.
“Her mother and I were lovers and I still care deeply about her mother. Her father is a close friend. He also helped her mother when she was hurting and has been a wonderful husband to her, making her very happy and making me happy for both of them,” I answered honestly and fully.
“And yet it was your wish to make sure the women who chose to be in your life were happy. All you did tonight was make all of them happy, especially Sally and Nuk. We have still done nothing to facilitate that wish. Your heart, the natural bond between your wives, and your willingness to listen to them has made that possible. I think you have made Sally’s parents very happy tonight,” the leader said looking over my head and behind me. I turned and saw Dan and Meagan standing a level above us, watching, happy tears in both of their eyes.
And suddenly we were back in our dream sex. This time, though, we made love slowly and gently with each other. I hoped Dan and Meagan weren’t still watching from somewhere.
I’d barely gotten dressed when the doorbell rang. Since I was the only one decent, I answered it. Dan and Meagan stood there, once again teary eyed. They barely made it inside before both of them hugged me. Sally hurried in and slipped into the group embrace between her dad and me. It took a few minutes, but Dan was the first one to find his voice. “I thought dropping Sally off here yesterday was weird. What the hell happened last night?” he asked. A quick check showed no obvious signs of either of them being upset, just dumbfounded. I motioned to the living room figuring this might take awhile. Sally led her father by the hand and Meagan took mine, squeezing it lovingly.
All I could think to do was start at the beginning and tell them the whole story. Forty minutes later, they were both still silent, looking at me as if I had two heads. “So, was the wedding a dream?” Dan finally asked.
“No it was real. If we flew to the village, they would recognize us. Zafrina got a phone call from her parents the day after we got married congratulating her. I still haven’t figured out how we have a dawn ceremony while it’s still dark here. They’re an hour behind us. Every time we’re in front of the Tribunal I forget to ask–not that they’d necessarily tell me,” I explained.
“And what’s this Tribunal?” Dan asked.
I shrugged. “That’s just what I call them. I don’t know who they are but my instincts tell me that they are chosen from the leaders of the Maya that have passed away. I could be completely wrong,” I admitted.
“Well, last night was definitely one for the books,” Dan sighed. “I started out dreaming that I was in some Egyptian village. I finally recognized it as the one we finished excavating last year. It was as if I was right there back when the village was still full of people and I was one of them. Even Meagan and Mark were with me. We were an ordinary family and spent just over a year beginning just before the spring floods and ending the following year just after the floods. It was so realistic. I said something this morning and Meagan and Mark both had the same dream–it was a dream, wasn’t it?” he asked suddenly.
I grinned. “Yes and no. And I have a feeling Meagan and Mark will be joining you in your work translating everything,” I answered grinning.
“So, what about this dream sex thing?” Meagan asked, blushing.
“Oh, my God!” Sally exclaimed. “I mean, the regular sex was mind blowing but the dream sex…” she sighed as she used her hand to mimic a plane taking off. Dan coughed a couple of times while Meagan and Sally each blushed several shades of red.
Sally and her mother were snuggled against opposite sides of Dan. He reached down and tousled Sally’s hair. “I’m glad to know how happy you are Princess, but maybe you could leave out a few details in the future,” he chuckled. Sally blushed almost purple.
They stayed for breakfast and Dan and I talked about the new building, as well as why I wanted it so big. “There’s a lot more to the world than Mesoamerica, although I can’t understand why anyone would want to study any other part of the world,” I teased, poking fun at our friendly running feud over which of the two studies was more important.
“I’m hoping to have top professors from every major area of study here at the school to make it a world center for archaeology. I want top of the line modern equipment available to everyone here,” I explained.
“If they get “help” with their translations, too, even the new building won’t be big enough,” Dan laughed.
“I know. In two years, the shopping center on the north side of the school will be for sale. We can build three high-rise dorms there and then tear down the 40-year-old one across the street from our new building. Then we can build an annex twice the size of the new building there, complete with enclosed above-ground walkways.”
Dan just stared, open-mouthed. “I’m not even going to ask how you know,” he sighed.
We were more than an hour late getting to work. I stopped by Ted’s office and apologized. “Amanda called and said you were helping Dan deal with a minor family crisis,” he answered as he waved off my apology.
Sally was cute all day, making sure to remain a socially acceptable distance away from me even while her eyes were telling me exactly what she was wishing she could be doing to me right then. I also finally noticed what Amanda had been talking about when two of the interns came to the office to ask me a question, one so obviously a ruse to get my attention that it was funny. “I know that you two have to know the answer to that already. I think you should talk to Amanda about what is really on your mind,” I suggested.
I caught the brief look of surprise on Amanda’s face before she stood and put an arm around each girl’s shoulders and walked out of the office with them. “Nicely handled,” Janice cooed in my ear after they left. “And I’m betting that both of them feel nicely handled by tomorrow morning,” she chuckled. Amanda didn’t say anything when she got back a few minutes later but her feral grin told all of us everything we needed to know. Shanti was an Indian goddess standing 5’ 6” with a voluptuous figure and breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her lustrous black hair was usually pulled back and tied up but was hanging to her waist when the girls got to the house for dinner. Gisela was another Hispanic beauty, her hair as long and lustrous as Shanti’s but her more slender figure was a couple inches shorter than Shanti.
They kept looking around the table nervously while we ate dinner. “Ladies, you can relax,” I said to them. “You were invited here tonight by my wives. If they had any problem with anything that might happen tonight they wouldn’t have invited you. You are both invited to spend the night and join us. You are also free to change your mind at any point and leave with no hard feelings. You’re here because you expressed a desire to be here, not because we want to push you into joining us.”
Amanda and Becky joined Shanti, Gisela, and me after dinner as we headed for the bedroom. The rest of the ladies stayed to clean up after dinner. The girls looked nervous when Amanda closed the bedroom door. The nervousness disappeared quickly as Amanda sat down quietly in one of the chairs and watched me undress Shanti. Becky sat in Amanda’s lap and they started kissing when I turned to Gisela and began removing her clothes. I went slowly with each girl, savoring the feel and taste of her body as I raised their arousal. Gisela gasped when I pushed Shanti back onto the bed and started stroking and licking the insides of her thighs. She was practically hovering over me watching as I dipped my tongue between Shanti’s labia, finally tasting her tangy female essence.
“Uh,” Shanti gasped when my tongue found her pleasure button. Her hands wrapped in my hair and pulled my face tightly to her quim. “Oh, god” she gasped when my finger snaked inside of her and found her internal pleasure button, too. After that, she was off to the races as my tongue and fingers deftly drove her wild. Gisela was panting behind me as Shanti grabbed the sheets with her hands and whipped her head back and forth. Shanti’s panting had turned to total gasping, her mouth open wide in an “O” as she gasped and thrashed on the bed. Each time her smooth stomach muscles contracted, her shoulders were lifted off the bed momentarily. To the uninitiated, it might have looked like I was torturing her.
Her thrashing grew faster and more violent until her stomach contracted one last time. Her shoulders lifted far enough off of the bed that she could watch the final seconds of my “torture.”
“Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” the wail started quietly but within seconds sounded like a siren. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled, not planning to release me until she finished coming. Her legs flexed, her heels digging into the end of the mattress as she pushed herself up the bed. At first, I thought she’d had enough and needed me to stop but she held my face tight so I continued. Her lithe hips rocked back and forth under me as her body took over. When her hips arched off the bed, her wail reached a crescendo. I took the opportunity to slide one of the intruding fingers into her rear opening. Her wail ceased immediately and her eyes widened in surprise. Every muscle in her body corded as if she was having a grand mal seizure.
I don’t know if she let go of my hair or just pulled out everything she was holding on to but I lifted my head and hungrily sucked in the first breath I’d been able to get in over a minute. Shanti had the most blissful smile on her unconscious face. I looked behind me at Gisela who blushed deep red and jumped when I caught her with her fingers buried between her legs. I took the hand with the sticky fingers and gently licked each one off, sucking it as if I was giving it a blowjob. Gisela’s mouth was hanging open, her eyes burning with wanton lust when I finished. “I find watching a woman pleasuring herself to be one of the sexiest things I see,” I told her. Of course, watching two or more women doing it to each other is sexier but I didn’t tell her that since I hadn’t been told what the ground rules or plans for tonight were.
“What you did to her was so … intense,” Gisela barely whispered.
“Your turn?” I asked when I saw Shanti was being held and comforted by Amanda and Becky. Gisela flowed into my arms and kissed me. Only after our lips met did I realize I still had Shanti’s juices all over my mouth and face. Gisela didn’t notice or didn’t care. She had noticed that I was still dressed and knelt in front of me and pulled my pants off.
“Oh, my,” she whimpered when she saw my cock standing proudly.
This time she pushed me backwards onto the bed and moved between my spread legs. “I uuuuuhhhhh, I’ve been told I have a flair for this,” she admitted, blushing right before her head bobbed down and her mouth engulfed much of my cock. A flair? Hell, I think she invented fellatio eons ago and has been practicing ever since. Oral sex with the girls is amazing, especially in our dream sex. I’d never tell them but Gisela live was better than any two of them together in dream sex. After sucking on me for a few seconds her tongue began licking and exploring. First, she licked the head of my cock–especially the sensitive underside. I could swear she had two tongues in her mouth working me over much of the time. Then she worked her way down and started on my balls, gently licking every square inch before sucking first one and then the other into her mouth. I wondered if this was the reward the Tribunal cooked up for me. I swear I heard chuckling in the back of my mind. I almost died when her tongue teased and then pressed through the ring of muscle guarding my backdoor. For the next ten minutes she licked, sucked, nibbled, gently bit, and even used her fingernails on me. Now I knew how the girls felt when I did this sort of thing to them. Each time I’d get close she would pull gently on my balls, frustrating the hell out of me for a second, and then she would start all over again.
After what seemed like hours she finally let my excitement climb to where I knew she was going to let me cum. Suddenly, my entire cock was in her mouth, the head pressed into her throat. When she swallowed, I lost it and cried out, spraying what felt like a gallon of cum down her throat with the first jet. She pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth but continued stroking me, milking my cock as the second blast erupted into her mouth. Then her finger was where her tongue had been a few minutes earlier pressing on my prostate making sure I emptied myself completely into her eager mouth. I finally collapsed, more drained sexually than I’d ever been before. Barely able to keep my eyes open I watched her French kiss both Amanda and Becky with her mouth full of my cum. Then she leaned over Shanti and let the rest flow into her open mouth before leaning down and kissing her too.
By the time I woke up, the rest of the girls had joined us and were listening, rapt, as they were brought up to speed on what they missed. “We figured it had to be good when we heard one of them. Then when we heard Mike we knew it had to be super good,” Janice chuckled.
“Oh, yeah,” I sighed, setting off another round of laughter.
“It’s alive,” laughed Janice as she stroked my limp cock. Her touch sent sparks through me and I was rock hard almost instantly.
With a predatory grin, Gisela jumped on top of me and slowly impaled herself. “Oh, wow, I’ve never had one this big before,” she sighed. After savoring the fullness for a minute, she began rotating her hips, then rocking back and forth as she enjoyed the sensations she was creating inside of herself with my cock. Like I did with Amanda on our first date, I let her enjoy herself, then surprised her by rubbing her clit when she started coming.
Gisela sighed and lay on top of me catching her breath. I knew it would be quite a while before I came again–maybe days after that blowjob. Holding Gisela tight, I stood up, flipping us around and dropping back onto the bed with her on the bottom this time. I drove into her almost violently when our bodies crashed together. Her tits shuddered and rocked back and forth with fuck-stroke. I finally collapsed after her third orgasm. I was tired but knew I still had enough energy for Shanti. I was pretty sure Sally would want another ride before we went to sleep.
I leaned down and gave Gisela a final kiss before turning my attentions to Shanti. She was busy at the moment with Itzel above her in the 69 position. Sally beamed when I looked her way and was on her back with her legs spread so fast it made my head spin. Someone had already done the foreplay and her cheeks were glazed and her thatch wet with saliva and sex juice. “Nuk?” I guessed when I tasted the girl on her face like a connoisseur tastes wine. Sally giggled. She was in the mood for slow and gentle tonight and got just that. I surprised myself several minutes later when I felt a familiar churning in my balls. She could tell when I sped up. “Cum in me,” she whispered encouragingly. “Fill me with your love,” she sighed. With one final thrust, I shot my load deep inside of her womb. “Mental note to self-make sure Sally’s on the pill,” I thought to myself.
Rolling over I found Shanti free and pulled her over. “You’re next,” I whispered.
Grinning from ear to ear, she bent to the task of resurrecting me. “I was afraid you wouldn’t have anything left for me,” she said happily.
“There’s no way a woman as beautiful as you couldn’t get me interested again,” I complimented. She blushed and redoubled her efforts. While Shanti stroked me gently, Sally crouched over Shanti’s face and spread the lips of her pussy. Seeing what she was doing, Shanti raised her head and ran her tongue through the slick channel, collecting my offering. I pulled a pillow over and pushed it under her head so she didn’t have to hold it up. Without moving her tongue Shanti glanced, smiling gratefully, over at me. Sally moaned when Shanti wormed her tongue up into her sex chute. In spite of having her attention on Sally’s pussy Shanti giggled and gave my cock a quick squeeze. I realized I was getting hard again. By the time Shanti was satisfied that she’d done a good job on Sally I was raring to go.
Since this was my first time with her, I entered slowly. Shanti was having none of that and thrust her hips up to meet me, our bodies slapping together before I withdrew. Shanti let me know she wanted to be fucked hard and wild and I complied with her wishes. Many minutes later, at the same time as Shanti’s fourth orgasm, I came inside of her, then collapsed, exhausted. I must have fallen asleep almost immediately.
In my first dream, I could see the action going on around me while I slept. Gisela tended to the mess I left inside of Shanti while the other women paired off. By the time they all joined me dreaming, Shanti and Gisela were both lost in an orgasmic fog they inflicted on each other. Their sated, peaceful smiles were beautiful. By morning, each of us had been with every other person in every conceivable combination. At some point Gisela and Shanti left our dream to begin another of their own. Gisela, I noticed, ended up in one of our Mayan dream villages while Shanti ended up in a dream village of an ancient culture I assumed was somewhere on the Indian subcontinent. She told me later they spoke an early version of Vedic Sanskrit, one she was particularly interested in.
“No, they won’t all learn an ancient language, just the ones who are truly serious and who are deemed worthy,” Itzel answered my unspoken question in the morning. She also suggested that we hire a few of the people who finished their rehab to help with cooking, cleaning the house, and taking care of the landscaping. There was also a woman finishing her rehab tomorrow who was a psychologist and who needed a job. She lost her last one due to the drugs. Fortunately, there was no problem with her license to practice. I agreed, and she and Janice dealt with the hiring, which made all of our lives a little easier.
Shanti was a frequent visitor to our bed for several years until she finally found and married “Mr. Right.” We seemed to have one or two visitors in our bedroom nearly every night, and a good time is had by all.
In January, I noticed Itzel and Nuk disappear from our dream sex for a few minutes one night. It was obvious that both were quite amused when they returned. In the morning, they told us that one of the government’s three-letter agencies had planned an unpleasant visit to us to “convince” us to work with them. Obviously, they’d heard about our dreams somewhere. Itzel and Nuk made sure that all of them spoke the ancient Mayan dialect I first translated when they awoke in the morning, and couldn’t remember English for two days.
I got a call from “Mr. Gray” three days later asking if he could come by and talk to us. When I agreed, he nervously asked if he would be safe. “Why wouldn’t you be?” I asked, amused.
“There seems to have been some sort of … problem a couple of days ago,” he answered hesitantly.
I’m sure my laughter didn’t help his discomfort. “I had nothing to do with that and didn’t learn about it until the next day. I assure you that as long as you only intend to talk politely with us you will be fine. Let’s just say that I have well-connected contacts that are much higher and more powerful than anyone in our government is and they don’t take kindly to any perceived threats to my family or me. So as long as your motives are what you say they are, you’ll be fine,” I reassured him again.
He showed up the next day, hoping to talk us into using our “ability” to help Uncle Sam. I promised that we would immediately pass along any potential threats to the government from any of the now-extinct cultures we studied. Somehow, I don’t think he liked my answer so I explained that all we were able to do was take dream visits to ancient cities to study the language and culture. We were physically unable to make anyone do anything against their will. The result of the effort to do so would be near-instant death to whichever of us tried it.
“What was done to your people came from a much higher level than our family,” I explained, pointing into the sky by way of explanation of what I meant by “higher level.”
“The only time they become involved is if there is a perceived threat to my family or me. I did them a large favor and they like to show their appreciation,” I explained.
“I assume that would be the rumored fight with an evil spirit,” he said sarcastically.
“It was a pretty deadly ‘rumor’ although there’s not much I can do to prove it. If you really want to know what happened, try praying for enlightenment tonight. That should be fairly safe but I wouldn’t suggest telling too many people about it or they might start thinking you slipped a cog,” I chuckled.
I’m still not sure who initiated it, but that night I found myself in front of the Tribunal once again. Standing by my side was a stunned Mr. Gray. “Mr. ‘Gray?’” the usual spokesman questioned the name he used, the suppressed laughter evident in his voice. “We take offense to any perceived threat to Mr. Miller, his family, or friends. What was done to you and your people was a mild rebuke. There will be no further warnings. Since you are having a difficult time believing what Mr. Miller told you earlier today we will allow you to watch what transpired.”
From the Tribunal we jumped to our tent where we watched the occupants taking the concoction Nuk’s dad made up, including his caveat that he would be ready in case HE took control of us and of Nuk’s readiness in case he himself was compromised. We moved to what felt like seats in a stadium about 20 rows back. The fog that enveloped much of the battlefield during the actual fight was thin enough we could see everything, including nearly 300 Mayan chiefs, shamans, and elders seated roughly in a circle around the arena of battle, heads bowed, many rocking back and forth as they chanted quietly. I felt the tightness in my chest at seeing so many there to support me. Yeah, I knew they had been there, but actually to see them touched me. Even knowing the outcome, I still gasped at each attack, just like “Mr. Gray.” It was embarrassing watching the bloodletting afterwards. Even Mr. Gray cringed both times, and gasped later when the seams of the portals sealed together.
“That feat may have seemed relatively simple, but it drained the energy from 300 men during that fight to keep Mr. Miller on his feet. Mr. Miller had very little practice or time to figure out tactics since there is really no way to practice. His opponent has spent over 4,000 years in the spirit plane and used the time to plan. Now you would force a brave man who risked everything to do your bidding? That makes you no better than the enemy he defeated. Even if he were willing to do anything to help you, know that it will not be allowed. I’m sure he would willingly volunteer should you need a spirit battle fought but his abilities in the spirit plane do not translate into similar abilities in your world. Perhaps the only thing you will be able to use is the ability of your 27-member team to speak an ancient dialect known only to a handful of living people. Imagine what you could do with that,” he chuckled.
Suddenly I was back in bed again–sans Mr. Gray. I never heard from him or any government agency again.
The new building was completed on time and the old building was remodeled for the Chemistry department before the following school year began. Needless to say, everyone in the chemistry department made sure to thank Ted for their building. A year later, the shopping center was purchased by an “unknown” benefactor who donated it to the school for the new dorms to be built on. Two years later the new expansion building was finished–and desperately needed. Our school had become the Mecca for archaeology students. All of the top professors and researchers were clamoring for jobs here, and most of them were hired. Tom’s annual operating budget was more than the rest of the school combined and we made enough extra doing the translations for nearly every extinct language that we were able to sponsor several ongoing digs.
Nuk finally managed to completely join us on her 13th birthday. The girls had been working to loosen her up by using increasingly larger dildoes so she experienced no pain our first time. The number of wives I have has remained steady at seven although Itzel keeps threatening me with two more soon.
All of the girls except Nuk have their PhD and all are teaching part-time, as well as most of the other girls and even a number of guys that were “gifted” with language skills. Many of these are gifted the way I gifted Sandi and Sharon to keep people from claiming or even thinking they have to sleep with me to get the gift.
Sandi and Sharon asked if I would be the surrogate sperm donor for their two children. After consulting with my wives, I agreed, discovering that they had already gotten permission from my wives. Sharon stayed with us for the four attempts it took to get Sandi pregnant, but only to be there for Sandi. She never joined in any of the sex play. When it was Sharon’s turn Sandi nervously asked if I would be offended if they had a doctor do in vitro fertilization. I promised I wasn’t offended and had a feeling Sharon hadn’t been comfortable even being in the same room I was in while Sandi got pregnant. I never asked why, I just made the requisite deposit in the little bottle. Sharon didn’t mind if Sandi helped me make the deposit, though.
After telling stories about ancient Maya villages literally hundreds of times, Ted suggested that we actually write an account of everyday life back then. He found a publisher that loved the idea and made several suggestions for how to lay out the book. The book was a description of an average year with one village, covering everything one would need to know to fit in. Halfway through we were concerned because there needed to be pictures of some sort and none of us was a good enough artist to do justice to the subject. Nuk was probably the best, but even she felt her pictures weren’t enough. Itzel solved the problem by cashing in her “reward.” She asked that she, Nuk, and all of their children be able to paint well enough to capture scenes from the villages well enough to complement the words in our books. We lost two translators but they were reasonably easy to replace. The art was priceless. Two of the rooms in the house were combined into a studio and the girls went to town. They sat in a comfortable chair, surrounded by easels on three sides. They would meditate and could fall into a sleep state yet paint in the studio what they were watching in their dreams. In four hours, they could finish the three canvasses around them.
The book was such a hit that we did one for each of the Meso-American cultures. I even prodded Dan into writing one for Egypt, although Mark did most of the writing with a little kibitzing from his mom and dad. Speaking of Mark, he married Denise, the girl next door the day after he turned 18. Evidently, they started the dream hanky-panky at age 13, graduating to full-blown dream sex at 14. Despite that, she was technically a virgin when they married. Both excelled in school and graduated at 16. Both are currently students here and doing great. Nuk and Itzel ended up doing the artwork for the Egypt book, too, as well as for all of the other books that were suddenly begun in all of the other area departments. When Denise showed a flair for art, the girls started having her help with the artwork.
When our first book was ready to publish, we named it “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream in Mayapan.” The subtitle was “A year in the life of Ixch’umil, a Mayan Girl.” The book was written almost in a diary format but provided detailed explanations about many of the things she wrote about in her diary, such as the techniques they used making cloth, planting crops, listing specific foods they ate and how they prepared them, and the expected behavior of an 11-year-old girl and all girls and women in general. Itzel picked out a beautiful girl at that age and drew her portrait, which adorned the cover. Fortunately, nobody has commented to date that a Mayan woman or girl at that time would not have been allowed to learn to read or write.
When it was released, the book sold out in three days. We thought it would be primarily a book for those interested in early Meso-American life but the book went viral among young girls between 6 and 13. Schools and libraries were clamoring for a copy of the book. We even got thousands of requests for the book translated into other languages. First, though, we wrote book two: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream in Chichen Itza.” The subtitle was “A year in the life of Ajpub’, a Mayan Boy.” It sold nearly as well as the first book, quickly catching on among boys in nearly the same age group.
We plan to write books for every “major” Meso-American culture as long as they continue to sell. Dan and his family’s first book is also selling well, only a few thousand volumes behind our first book. Still, it’s enough for me to continue needling him that ours is more popular. We have also hired one of Amanda’s rehabbers to translate the book into Spanish. The young man is fluent in both English and Western Spanish, and has a gift for writing.
Nuk and Itzel continue to receive acclaim from around the globe for their ability to bring ancient people and cultures to life, and spend a couple of days each week visiting classrooms across the country. Still, we were stunned when, barely a year after the release of the first book we were approached by a major film company wanting to make the two books into a movie. After a lengthy discussion with their representative, and privately amongst ourselves, we agreed provided they stayed true to the original story. We retained the right to veto any changes they wanted to make. We did agree to let them combine both books into one movie and have Ixch’umil and Ajpub’ end up married. All during the talks, I kept remembering the two TV miniseries “Roots,” and “Shogun,” and how they galvanized the attention of the American public. We were already buried with letters from history teachers (and reading teachers) thanking us for turning kids on to history again by literally bringing it alive.
The same week that the movie opened, we found out that Dan had been diagnosed with cancer and the doctor planned to operate in two days, following up with chemo. It was a somber evening and I made a decision. Before the Tribunal that night, I told them what I finally decided on for my request. If they could cure Dan, I would consider us even. They agreed, but insisted on checking on the health of his entire family and mine, repairing any problems they found. I sure wasn’t about to argue with that deal. Calling Dan in the morning, I told him to have his doctor verify the diagnosis one more time.
“What did you do?” he asked cautiously.
“You know that favor the Tribunal kept pestering me about? I finally cashed it in. Your entire family and mine have been cured of any ailments,” I said.
“Thank you” he whispered emotionally several seconds later.
At work the next day, Meagan literally jumped on me, wrapping her legs around me, hugging and kissing me, much to the amusement of everyone in the office … and the hall. Fortunately, Dan was okay with the outburst.
Today, the work continues as we peel back the blanket of time from the lives of people and cultures of long ago. Our particular studies have gotten to the point that we are studying cultures before they had a written language. While we are studying the ancestors of today’s native populations, we have started using Amanda’s drug money to help the small towns and villages. Each village is appraised as to their most pressing needs. Generally, a large building is built to house a school and a small medical office. We provided a teacher for each school and a doctor who rotates among several villages. The schools are powered by solar panels and are built to provide emergency shelter for the village in case of a massive storm. Each building also has an emergency satellite phone to contact the doctor, the government, or us. Finally, we dug wells for drinking water and irrigation where necessary, allowing an increase in agriculture to provide more food and more reliable crops for the people.
And so we continue pursuing my dream of pulling the curtain of time back so that we may get a honest look at the lives and struggles of those who went before us. Hopefully, eventually, someone much wiser than I will be able to use all of the information we gather to show the rest of us the mistakes we continue to make which continues to lead to the inevitable bloodshed between countries and the waste of so many lives.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR