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Doctor William Davis was enjoying a particularly amusing dream. He and his wife were sitting across from their friends and mentor Doctor Lawrence Shiff and his wife. But that was struck him (and his wife too, since they were sharing this dream) as so funny. It was that the elderly doctor and his wife were dressed in the fashion he guessed of about the late 1960's.
His mentor wore an open, white silk shirt and gold chains to go with this head of black, permmed hair and bushy moustache. His wife, Joanne, had her hair up in an elaborate bun of curls. She wore a very loud mini-dress, splattered with pinks and orange flowers and sported the false eyelashes as long the tines on a man's comb.
Will knew that the doctor had interned in Los Angeles about that time, so he rationalized that he was looking at his projected image of how they appeared thirty-some years ago. The fact that he and his wife were also dressed like escapees from the cast of Laugh-In was "a simple sublimation of his fears that he, too, would become a stuck in a small, obscure college, just like his mentor." He looked at his wife. She didn't look bad with her brunette hair cut short and waved at the neck like Jackie O. He leaned back to laugh at her lime green mini dress and legs in the white vinyl go-go boots. He even chuckled in his sleep.
He kept adjusting his pants. Though loose at the bottom, his beige polyester Hagar's were very tight at the crotch.
The usual bridge night tea cups had been replaced by martinis. Will and his wife, Alice, hated martini's but they drank them with relish all the same.
Suddenly, Will felt a stocking foot snake under his bell-bottoms. Trying to keep a straight face, he looked in Joanne's direction. She was sucking on her olive with obvious double' entendre'. He sat up to adjust his pants and then turned to his wife. "Alice, what do you think you are doing?"
"Sucking on an olive, darling. Look, I got the pimento, out. (Giggle.) Am I doing this right, Joanne?"
Joanne's right arm moved under the table. "Oh, judging by my husband's reaction, I think you're doing just fine."
"Yeah, my little Alice is one good olive sucker. Did I just say that?" The four adults laughed bawdily. As he laughed, he was filed with a sense of pride and an alien voice, which only sounded like his own, raped his mind. "Larry wants her, of course. Any sane man would want my wife. Alice is one nice piece of ass. Joanne has much bigger tits. I have wanted a crack at her big tits for a long time now.
I don't like this. I would never think this. I want to wake up." His usual control over his dreams failed him. Nervously, he wiped his mouth, brushing the new goatee and the thin, hanging moustache that outlined his mouth. He spent seconds feeling it. Something jazzy was playing on the turntable. He tried to place it, and then Joanne's foot was back. This time he watched Joanne roll her olive in her thick lips in time with her foot. An invisible wind of covetousness filled his emotional sails, drawing him onwards.
He felt Alice's weight shift. He looked into Alice's lap. Her foot was massaging Larry's crotch. "I don't mind. We are all friends. We both could do with a little change of pace. What the hell?"
Joanne tilted her head all the way back, draped her long, wet tongue over her chin and pushed the olive off the toothpick, plopping it into her gaping mouth. She swallowed it whole, without gagging. She washed it down with the last of her martini and then raised her voice in a business-like tone. "I think it's about time we got comfortable, don't you?" she took one last long drag then ground out her Benson and Hedges.
Will found it impossible to control his dream. It was like he was trapped in play and he had to play his part. He wanted to say, to shout, "What's going on! I don't smoke! I've never smoked." But he found himself saying, "Loved the olive trick, Joanne baby." Then he chain lit a new Camel before grinding out the butt. He could taste the tobacco.
The four adults got up from the table and walked into the conversation pit. Larry brought the pitcher of martinis and refreshed everyone's glasses. Larry paired off with Alice. Will sat next to Joanne. Larry and Alice went right to work, kissing with open mouths and slurping tongues.
Will sat there for long moments wondering why he was getting an erection at the sight of his wife and another man (His mentor in fact!) sucking hungrily on each other's mouths.
Joanne kissed his neck and massaged his dick trough his pants. He wanted to watch some more but out of politeness he kissed his boss's wife back.
Joanne Shiff was good, very good. She tasted like cigarettes and vermouth, just like him. Her hand kept working his crotch. He felt the cheap, plastic zipper open and soon she had her fist around his meat.
His dick looked strange to him. It was a large as ever he dreamed and curved, like a banana, inwards.
"Mmmm. Just the way I like. Larry you think of everything." Joanne purred and pumped.
"What does Larry...? Oh shit! That feels good Joanne!"
Nervously, he cast one eye to the other side of the burnt orange sectional sofa to see if his wife noticed his outburst.
Larry was on his knees before his Alice's spread legs. Her pantyhose lay on the ground beside him. The professor still held onto his martini, taking occasional sips as he ate William's wife out. Alice was loving it. Her head was thrown back and her wide-open mouth gasped, "Yes! Yes! Oh, Larry you know just how to please a woman!"
Joanne snapped forward and suddenly Will, too, was carried away in rapture. Alice had given him good head, but compared to Joanne, she was like a nun. Will hunched his head forward. His hands ran through a mound of black curls, sticky with hairspray, while he couldn't even imagine what Joanne's tongue was doing to him. He knew she was going deeper, deeper, with every slow down thrust of her slick throat.
An anvil chorus of pleasure pounded the pleasure receptors his head. Her fellatio felt impossibly good. "Why? Why am I feeling this way? I love Alice. I have never even dreamed about cheating on her, except for..." Something lashed back in his mind. It caught Will by surprise. His mind was lock stepped in the next instant. "Alice licks but Joanne sucks! I had been deep throated by a pro before but there was just something about this Joanne. Oh yes, Joanne baby. Suck it. Suck it good. Oh, fuck you are such the best cocksucker." He growled. His left hand pulled up her dress and kneaded her ass. His long middle finger slid down into her crack.
And then the doorbell rang.
Larry and Joanne simple stood up. The senior couple met at the tissue box leaving the younger couple to catch their breath. Larry and Joanne each snatched up a tissue and wiped each other's chins. The doorbell rang again. Will rushed to zip up his pants. Alice panicked. She had time to use the tissues herself but she left her no time to put on her pantyhose. She stuffed them under a sofa cushion. Her husband, Will skipped to her side.
"Oh, Will baby, I'm so sorry. I thought this all was a dream. But it feels too real. I must be drunk."
"It's not a dream and it's not the drinks, Alice. Look at us! We're swingers. Larry used to tell me about these days but I never really believed him."
"You kidding?"
"I wish. I think he must have slipped us hypnotics or something."
"But they feel so young. Hell, I feel so young."
"Hypnotic suggestion."
"Yuk. How did they do that? I remember falling asleep at home and then here I am."
"The last I remember is falling asleep too. We'll figure out how they got us here later. The question is how do we get the fuck out of here."
Alice was silent.
"You DO want to get out of here, don't you?"
"Yes. Of course."
Will took his wife's hand and looked at the Shiff's, the source of their dilemma, casually walk the door. Covetous lust lingered n Will mind, like a note from a temple bell, he could not help but focus on Joanne. Her ass was round and firm. His dick reminded him that her blowjob ended prematurely. He could not help but weigh his lust against the possessiveness he felt towards his wife.
He applied a fifteen years of anthropology and tried to discern if it was a dream. He felt a surge of relief. "It IS just a dream, Alice. I'm sure now. I can't read the books on the shelf. I can name colors but I can really see in color. You try."
"You're right! Why does it still feel too real? Will? We should be able to leave, or wake up or something."
"Yes we should leave."
But neither made a move towards the door. They simply held hands, dreading what came next.
Beneath the covers of their bed, an old couple held hands. Incense filled their room and weird chants issued from their CD player. And they were sound asleep.
The Shiffs consulted with each other's hands and walked towards their front door.
"How is she?"
"A sweet little peach if ever there was one."
"You always did like them young and fresh, you old goat."
"Him?"
"Big and curved. I haven't seen one like it since Jerry."
"I always thought you had a thing for the Pan Am pilot."
"Why because I would fuck him every chance I got?"
"No. You did that for lots of guys. But Jerry was the only guy you rigged the car key bowl for."
"I think we want to use the bowl on them."
"Agreed. But I can only handle about seven guests right now. Including you, the Davises and the Keogh's that means only two more to stay on the safe side."
"That's only five. Who else did you invite?"
"That's a surprise."
"Pooh. I want to get break our old record of forty one."
"What a bitch you can be, Joanne. Now don't keep our other guests waiting and open the door.
The Shiffs opened the door to their old friends, the Keoghs. Larry helped Vanessa Keogh off with her heavy winter coat, looking down her dress at the same time, admiring her big, new bust.
As Dr. Robert Keogh dropped his car keys into the hot pink ceramic bowl that Joanne held up. Both couples kissed hello then the Keogh's headed toward the bar.
Joanne raised one eyebrow at her husband and the two closed to talk in low tones. "That's better than any dye job I ever saw on her. And did you see the push up?"
"Sorry dear. Those tits are as real as anything gets around here."
"Looks like they finally learned that they can appear any way they see themselves here."
"That could be a pain in the ass. I wonder if the two will be as anal as last time."
"Pain in the ass indeed."
The doorbell rang again. Joanne cocked one eyebrow at her husband. "The surprise?"
"I'm pushing my limit now. But I couldn't resist."
"I am sorry for my catty comment earlier. Don't hurt yourself, darling."
"I won't. Open the door. I want you to see whom I invited."
"Joanne!"
"Pam! My have you changed!" The septuagenarian was dressed in a yellow mini-dress decorated in pink and orange blobs. Her henna-brown hair was cut in a shirt, smart shag that hugged her long neck. Her ripe young body didn't look a day over twenty.
"All for the better." The two kissed as sisters. "I almost didn't believe it when your darling Larry visited me in my dreams. But here we are!"
"And who have you brought? Not your husband. Josh was always too good for us."
"No. You know my grandson, Little Josh."
She looked up at the tall young man. "My! Nothing Little about him is there? Where is hubby anyway?"
"My asshole of a husband is back at the house no doubt writing another paper."
"She's going to divorce him and I'm going to be her boy-toy forever." Pam punctuated Little Josh's sentiment by cleaving onto his rock-hard chest.
"How nice for the both of you."
The mother and son walked to the bar. Pam showed Josh how to make a cocktail.
"That's a surprise. Her son, huh?"
"I know. But it figures. A strapping, All-American like that parading around their residence? How could she help it?"
"How did you find out? I didn't know and I've been her best friend simply forever."
"I've been spying. All this week, I've been visiting these people dreams and pushing them to confess their most forbidden sexual fantasy."
"Fab. My dear husband you are so full of surprises. Any more guests?"
"Sort of. Next week I want to try..." Before the professor could reply more fully, the Will and his wife, Alice, made for the door.
"Sorry. Gotta go."
Larry blocked the door. "Leaving so soon? I just started heating up the hot tub."
"We don't want to judge anyone here. What you do in your own home is your own business but Alice and I..."
"So you weren't having a good time when Joanne sucked your cock in front of your wife?" Will looked away. "And Alice? Weren't you enjoying our little petting session?" Alice's face went beet red. "See? I knew you two weren't hypocrites. Look. Joanne and I have always thought you two might enjoy a little loosing up. Look." He put his hands around their shoulders and turned them around. "See? We're all friends here. It's not cheating if the other knows about it, is it? No. It's just a little free love. Stops the sex from getting stale is all. Truth is that Joanne and I are better lovers for each other after these little get-togethers." Before they knew it. The Davis were at the bar. "Be polite. Just have one drink. Then you can go."
"No."
"All right." He removed his hands held them up in an inoffensive gesture. "No one gets forced here."
"Where are our coats?"
"In the bedroom, as usual."
Will left the hunched figure of his wife behind in order to retrieve their coats. Joanne took a moment to pull on her husband's shoulder and hiss in his ear.
"What are you doing? You could push this dream the way we want. You're doing this because I said I liked his cock. I always suspected you were a jealous shit, Larry."
"Let go." He pulled his wife's arms free. "You're a mean drunk even in your sleep. Listen. I told you I was spreading myself thin. The way I've been hammering their pleasure centers they should not have even been able to ask to leave. They should have been hanging around waiting for their next fix, like the Keoghs did last week.
They must have more self-discipline. Will always acted like he had a rod up his ass."
"Then why not just re-assert some control?"
"It's less of a strain if people go approximately the way they want. The other guests here? I feel they want to stay and that gives me some slack to get Will on his own track. Then I can enjoy myself.
I'm going to tempt him now, push him into acting out one of his darker fantasies...attack his sense of dignity. Then maybe he'll be more cooperative later. Show Alice around. I know she's way more sexually liberated than she lets on. Stall her. I have to concentrate here."
"Fine!" Joanne didn't sound fine.
Will left the Shiff' hallway but entered his own master bedroom. "Huh." He shrugged. "Maybe it is just a dream." A slice of hallway light cut across the queen sized bed. He could see someone was in it. "Honey?"
The figure sat up, the bed sheets fell down from a ripe young bosom. Long, smooth fingers, covered blue eyes. "Daddy?"
"Ashley? What are you doing here? You should be at the dorms."
"I guess you're right. I'll go there now."
Larry felt a yank on his arms. "Shit. Joanne I told you I need to concentrate."
"Alice needs some pushing. She's going to wait outside. Outside!"
"Fine. Her fantasy is to be licked all over. Go ahead. She'll bend."
"But the men don't want to just lick."
"Shit. I'm loosing Will. Damn. Her weakness is her insecurity. Why not take her over to the mirror and show her how to alter her appearance. It worked for you and Nancy."
"That's it?"
"It's the best I can do right now. Go. I'll make sure she cooperates.
"Okay fine." Joanne's voice turned from vinegar to honey in an instant. Oh, Alice dear..."
"Yes, Joanne?"
"Come I want to show you something. Pam? Nancy? I'm going to let Alice in on our little secret."
"Oh, I don't know Joanne...." Pam feigned reluctance.
"We always were so simpatico, Pam dear." Joanne gloated. "Oh, come on."
"Secret! I love secrets. Please tell me!" Alice begged to be included.
"Never you mind, Pam dear. Come over here to the mirror. It's magic you know." Nancy Keogh's fingers ran over the gold gilt dressing mirror like it was a game show prize and she was the hostess.
"Look at yourself in it. Imagine yourself at your prettiest."
The image of a fab 1960's swinging housewife disappeared. Instead, a Southern belle on the eve of her coming-out took her place. Her brilliant carnelian silk gown, all ruffles and rustles, virtually shimmered. "I'm a princess."
Nancy Keogh put her two cents in. "No dear. This mirror is better than that. Imagine yourself the way you're always wished you looked."
The pert, sunbleached society daughter vanished. In her place, a tall, voluptuous Latin woman stood in her place. Alice's face was still there but her eyes, skin and body were rip offs of Sofia Loren. She was dressed in a layered cotton costume, straight out of Carmen.
All three women smiled knowingly. They were all thinking the same thing. "How predictable. The big girls want to be pert. The pert girls want to be big and sexy."
"Simply beautiful dear."
Suddenly, Alice snatched the drink from Nancy's hand, swigged it down and flung it into the fireplace.
Alice had the sudden urge to relive one of her wilder fantasies. It was Mardi Gras all over again. She stood on the cocktail table. "Put on something with a lot of drums, somebody."
Joanne had a record the couple picked up on their travels to Morocco.
"Finally. Now back to you, my dear boy." Larry bent his mind to Will. "No time for subtleties I am afraid. I'm beginning to feel this." He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Ashley Davis slid out of bed. She wore the white baby doll with light pink trim that always gave her father fits. Two long, silky, golden pony tails fountained out from the sides of her head. The edge of the bed pulled up the nightie revealing creamy, smooth legs that made her father's heart pound. She turned on the nightstand light and stood up. The light and backlit her nightie. He could see her erect nipples.
"Where's mom?"
"I dropped her off at the airport."
"Then we're finally alone."
"Yes we are." They ran into each other's arms. "This is so wrong." He panted. Will could feel her hot breath on his neck. He could barely stop himself from playing with the silky blonde hair that fell in a waterfalls down her back and shoulders. She crushed her soft mounds against his hard chest with physical urgency. "I love you so much. No. This can't happen."
Dr. Shiff turned down the dreamscrews. "Don't give me that, Will. I've been inside your mind. I know you want her. And if this image of her meets reality, I can't say I blame you.
I can make you to admit it. But maybe it will be easier if I just get this little cheesecake to say those magic words you always wanted to hear."
Ashley's chest heaved. Her air came through only in hot, breathless pants. "I love you, Daddy." She pulled open his shirt and laid hot, wet, open mouthed kisses on his body. "I love you so much." Ashley's blue on porcelain eyes looked up to her father worshipfully, the way they used to. "All those boys couldn't measure up. All of them were weak, not strong like you."
"I didn't mean to hurt you baby."
"You only did it because you love me. Let me show you how much I love you." She slipped down his pants and boxers in one smooth motion. Will kicked off his shoes and slipped out of the leggings.
Ashley cradled her daddy's cock in her long, cool fingers and admired it. "I knew you'd be big, daddy. You have the biggest, most manly dick in the whole wide world."
"Suck it."
Ashley planted a smooch on her first dick. Then she pulled her head backwards. With a grunt, Larry pushed it back. She rolled her tongue around the head and kissed it some more. "Am I doing okay daddy?"
"Yeah, baby. Now lick it."
"How's it going, Larry?"
"Ugh. Not so good. I finally got Will to come around but his daughter is turning out to be the pain-in-the ass now. It's taking all my will."
"That may explain why Alice stopped dancing." She pointed to the topless young woman on the coffee wearing a confused look.
"Damn. Maybe we should call it quits and pick another couple next weekend."
"Don't be ridiculous. You've already got Will. That's the hard part." Joanne smiled. She knew her husband. "Here. You just sit down. Concentrate on Will. Just keep Alice open minded. I'll do the rest.
Alice, darling, would come here a moment? You look confused. Sit right down, next to me. That's right."
Pam needs no prompting. She and her old friend were quite old hands at "hot boxing" new recruits. She slid in next to Alice. "Awww. What's the matter?" Pam traced Alice's' ear with a fingertip.
"It's a bit much, we know." Joanne ran her fingers along Alice's nape and tried to sound motherly.
"It's harmless fun. You're the same person you always were." Pam combed Alice's hair with her fingers.
"It just feels good, like masturbation. Nothing wrong with that is there?"
"No." Alice spoke. The women held their breath. "There's nothing wrong with masturbation."
Joanne took a chance and stroked Alice's right boob.
Everyone was bit surprised when Alice bent one arm around Pam's head and kissed her deeply.
"Larry?"
"That's totally her."
"Now will you stop your bitching and get Will to join us?"
"It's only gotten harder."
"I want to drink you cum, daddy. You won't think less of me will you? It just tastes so good and I want you inside me so bad."
"No, baby."
"Think about it daddy. Semen's protein, you know? Once I drink down, it will be digested and it will go everywhere. You'll be a part of me forever and ever."
"I have thought about it baby! I have thought about it! Now get your sweet mouth on it before your daddy bursts!"
Ashley wrapped her lips only around the head, leaving plenty of room for her father's seed. Then and jacked his shaft with her hand.
"I'm cumming baby!"
Ashley broke contact for a moment to plead, "Oh cum, daddy. Cum in your best little girl's mouth!"
"Larry?"
"Hold on. I making her dream she's savoring her daddy's deliciousness."
"Deliciousness?"
"Fuck you. This is hard. His daughter's a lesbian."
"No shit? Can't say I'm surprised with such an asshole for a father."
"It's not funny. I've never had to force so much.
"Well, he just came in his daughter's mouth. That should be enough. Get rid of her. Alice, Pam and Nancy are plenty."
"Sorry, dear. I'm just too curious now. We've never had an honest-to-goodness homosexual before."
"I beg your pardon."
"Hedonists are NOT the same. I want to see what will happen. This could lead the debate on the nature of sexual orientation in a whole new direction."
"Your face is red." She felt his crotch. "I think his daughter's turned out to be a real a hottie and you are just getting off."
"Fuck you. Great. I'm losing them again."
"Joannnee." Alice moaned.
"Right here, dear." With a stabbing look to her husband, Joanne returned to the sofa to commence sucking Alice's D- cup tit. The Keogh's were already pulling off what remained of any of her clothes and she hated sloppies.
In one fell swoop, Will carried his little girl over to the bed and plopped her down. The two lovers kissed with abandon. Then there was a sudden let up on the sexual pressure, like a weight had been lifted off them both.
"Daddy. Stop. This makes no sense."
"Baby I need for you to feel how much I love you."
"I need that too, Dad. But this is not the way."
Then Larry, the choreographer of their little sex-dance, was back and he felt an odd exchange of energy between the two people. "I want to explore that. But that mystic stuff is always tricky. Let's try good old behaviorism first."
Ashley's blue eyes widened in amazement of her new feelings. "Make me feel good, daddy." She spread her legs. "I just know you'll feel real, really good."
Will was not to be rushed. His fantasy had always been to show his littlest girl how much better he was for her than those other boys she dated. In other dreams he always woke up or the dream shifted at this point. But tonight he felt not only that he could but also was actually being pushed into acting out his favorite incestuous play.
He used all his mature skill, discipline and patience. He ached for her to know the difference between a man's lovemaking and a boy's eager fumblings. His began with behind her ear and kept his gentle hands busy. In no time, Ashley was left panting.
Larry Shiff punctuated every kiss and caress with a jolt of pleasure inside Ashley's brain, just like he had done for Will and Alice earlier. He even established a direct conduit, allowing Will to know exactly what Ashley liked, disliked and wanted. That was his fist, but not biggest, mistake.
Will was massaging his daughter's rectum when the knowledge hit him. "You're a lesbian?!"
"OW!"
The outburst was severe enough for Joanne or look up from between Alice's thighs. "Larry?" She wiped pussy drool from her chin.
"I'm okay. Will just caught me by surprise that's all."
"Maybe you should let him go. Didn't you say he had some experience in the field of dreams too?"
"No way. I AM the expert."
"Well then MISTER EXPERT, maybe you could include us in on the fun. I mean if you insist on keeping on with this experiment of yours, despite the fact you're bumming this whole party out, were entitled to watch."
"Joanne you always do this."
"Don't gimme that. You said you could do it. Allow us to watch."
"Something wrong, Joanne?" As slick as a serpent, Pam, slid up behind her friend, reached her left hand up Joanne's ass while the right stole her martini. "Fuck him. I always said we didn't need to include him in our little games."
"What about Alice? How will she react to watching her husband and daughter fuck?" The entire room could hear the desperation in Larry's voice.
The three looked over on to the brown shag rug. Alice had Junior's cock in one hand Bob Keogh's cock in the other and Nancy Keogh eating out her cunt. Between mouthfuls of head, Bob and Junior pour martinis down her mouth. Her eyes were wild and animalistic. "Oh, I think she might handle it."
"Damn you Joanne," The two women cackled in victory and Larry tried to focus his will to an even sharper point.
The living room's dimensions shifted. Now the conversation pit took became a sort of coliseum. The Davis' bed became the center of attraction. But the naked beauty beneath her rampant father was not the most interesting thing going on. They had caught father and daughter in the middle of a very titillating conversation.
"Bobby?"
"That was Bobbi, with an 'I'"
"Tracy?"
"Theresa."
"But boys picked you up for the dances. I even met your prom date."
"Totally gay. We swapped as soon as we arrived."
The dream house exploded into laughter. "OH this is too delicious!"
People pulled away from Alice but Joanne stayed close.
I would have told you sooner. But I was afraid." Ashley was amazed at her bravery.
"Did your mother know?"
"Mother listens. Mother actually cares how we feel. Mother doesn't hit." Amazement turned to bold anger and she lit into her father, naked, only inches from her face.
"That wasn't a hit, that was a slap. If I'd hit you, you'd know it. And you had it coming, both times."
"Interesting. There is some trauma involved."
"Shut up, Larry. Tonight's supposed to be fun. Make her confess just how comforting mother has been."
"Hey. You're right as usual, dear. Here we go."
"In fact, mother and me have comforted each other quite a lot."
"What?"
"And when we're not comforting each other, we're covering for each other. Molly and Aspen too."
"WHAT!"
Everyone was laughing, especially Alice, at her husband's look of shock. Neither Will nor Ashley knew they were there.
But while everyone was laughing, the whole thing hit a little too close to home for Larry Shiff. The sneaking, cheating wife laughing at his impotence in the situation, the children lying and laughing behind his back while he slaved away at a thankless job, all sounded too familiar. He did not loathe Will for his occasional slap, he envied him. How many times had he simply took it as his wife or children smugly gave him lip, knowing he would never, ever smack them across their fresh face?
"Maybe that's why I picked Will. Maybe I can't stand seeing a man not as whipped as me."
"Larry, this is getting tedious. Make him fuck her."
"Yeah, Larry."
"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" the naked crowd chanted.
"No." Alice whimpered.
Larry always did like getting little things out of the way before taking on the big task. He gaffed Alice's strong streak of jealously and pulled.
"Fuck her. Little whore. Thinks she's so pretty? She and all her fucking hip lesbo friends. Too cool for me, are they? She deserves all she gets. I need a drink."
That left Larry to concentrate on Will and Ashley. He whipped his will around and felt Will's mind had changed. It had from building walls to something different. He wasn't sure what. "That's odd."
"What?"
"Nothing. Here we go."
"Oh baby. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I meant it for the best. I'll go to counseling."
"BOOOORING."
"Come on Larry. Why don't you just don't make him shove it in?" Bob Keogh played with his dick.
"I can't. He's resisting. Preference or no, she's a pushover compared to him. She's a total sexual animal. But he's doing something."
"Don't tell me he doesn't want to fuck that sweet piece of ass. Damn. She's such a smoking hottie. Big tits...a total bubble butt." Bob's playing became a pumping.
"No he want's too. But its like his mind is busy."
"Screw him. Give me a try." Josh reached out but the bed passed through his hand like smoke.
"No. No this is separate dream. You can watch but you can't touch. It's impossible. Don't ask me to explain right now. I'm busy."
"Fuck. But after this I want a crack at her."
Then me!" Bob jacked faster.
"Fine. Fine. Now leave me alone. I'm having a bitch of a time driving him as it is."
Pam bit into her olive. "Here. I haven't known a man yet who didn't love having a girl beg for it. Here, Larry. Let me tell you what to say. Then after he screws her you can dream us up some Manhattans." Pam leaned into Larry's ear. She caressed his hairy balls while she helped him feed Ashley's mind with poison.
Will straightened his arms. His angry, defiant daughter lay right below him. He was about to roll off the bed. But then his daughter's hand wrapped around flaccid dick.
"Don't go daddy. I need it. I need YOU! I need you deep inside me."
Will looked into his daughter's blue eyes. Pools of dilated oil rimmed with icy blue, the ends of her eyes pinched down, just like he always remembered. "Baby. I've been fighting this. But he's too strong. I think I remember something. It may be painful but it may be the only way out."
"Do it, daddy."
"Tell me you love me baby."
"I love you, daddy."
"Here I go." He took a deep breath. "Your eyes. Your body was never so beautiful as it is right now. I've wanted you for years. I am so sorry. I need your love."
Larry felt the shift in energy again. This time he could put words to it. "I've been pushing Will. But now he seems to be working with me. I'm not sure I like this. Somebody warned me about this. What did they say?" Larry Shiff split his attention. He kept on pouring Pam's words and Judas-emotions into Ashley while trying to recall which shaman warned him and just what the warning was. Pam didn't help. Her hand was working it's old magic and he didn't want it to stop.
"I know daddy. I've been such a bad girl. You know..... I've got a secret. When you'd yell at me and all...." She gnawed her lip.
"Yeah?" he felt his dick returning.
"I used to get all weak in the knees." She spread her legs.
"Yeah?"
"And when you'd spank me?" she held his cock and flicked it's head against her newly gushing cunt.
"Yeah?"
"Well, let's just say my girlfriends spank me now. Oooooo. Your big, fat, dick feel so gooooood against your little girl's clit. I can't wait. But I have to confess something more."
"Tell me baby."
She ran Will's purple, pulsing head up and the down her vulva's envelope. "The reason I didn't like the boys is because none ever measured up to you. So I stopped trying. Even when I was with Pilar I was wishing it was your hard, meaty dick pumping, pumping my hungry, hungry little cunny."
Will's head was thrown back, his eyes were closed. "I knew it! Oh that feel so sweeet, baby. I know something you want."
Pam looked surprised. "I didn't say that. Larry, was that you?"
Larry tried to shot but it came out a whisper. "He's taking me. He's taking me farther, pulling. You can't leave me. Hu-hu-elp." He gripped her hand, the one over his balls. "Rapids. Oh shit."
"Tell me daddy."
"You want my baby."
"Yes! YES!" Ashley stabbed her cunt with her father's dick. "That's exactly what I want! All I ever wanted! Fuck me daddy! Put YOUR baby inside me!"
Will began to rock. The brass bed squeaked in rhythm.
Unheard and unseen by Larry and Ashley, the drunken revelers laughed and cheered, except for Larry and Pam. Both of them had broken into a silent sweat.
"Yes daddy. YES!" Ashley pinched her nipples hard.
His shaft in her cunt made a wet, slurping sound.
Will rocked. "I love you so much, Ashley. I want to make a baby with you." His ass swayed up and down.
"Yes. Daddy! Yes. A beautiful son, just like you always wanted. Put one in me. My pussy's on fire! Shit! I never knew. Oh Daddy! You're so big! SO FUCKING BIG! You feel sooo fucking goooood! CLAMPS! I WISH I HAD CLAMPS!"
Nipple clamps appeared on Ashley's nubs. She used her free arms to wrap her arms around her father's back and then followed through with her legs around his waist. "THE FUCKING BEST! SHIITT! Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Put that fucking baby juice fucking in me right fucking now! You BIG FUUUUCKING STUUUUD!" She gritted her teeth.
Joanne jumped as Alice spoke in her ear. In the heat of the headboard-thumping sex, she had forgotten all about her. "She's her father's now. He always did like clamps and the dirty talk."
Joanne looked at her husband. His eyes were glazed over "Uh.. Larry. Pam?" Larry and Pam dumbly stared off into space.
"Tell me more, baby!" Will thrust harder. His body seemed younger, less hard and suppler, rounder.
"I want to be your perfect wife. I want to cook! I want to clean! I want to be all the things mommy wasn't!"
"But?"
"But I want babies most of all! Sons! Your sons daddy! I'll be the best mother!"
"Oh this IS hysterical! THIS is Will Davis ultimate sexual fantasy? A happy housewife?" Then a scream aborted the laugh midway in Joanne's throat.
"What's happening? This ISN'T supposed to happen!" Nancy's skin was old and leathery. Her tits fell like plumb bobs inside deflated balloons. Mr. Keogh was once again morbidly obese, kneeling and wheezing like he forgot his oxygen bottle.
"I want to be the wife you always wanted."
"That's right dear. You just fuck your wonderful daddy."
Joanne whipped her head around to see a naked Alice, still clad in her naked, curvaceous form, crawl over her husband's back.
Alice rocked her weighty chest on either side of Will's head. Over his broad shoulders she stroked his beefy pecs and uttered her blessings. "Fuck these tits feel fucking great. Fuck her darling. Make her beg for it."
Joanne couldn't pull her eyes away. "Larry? What the fuck is going on here? I though you said that was impossible."
"Grandma!" looked back to Pam. Her old friend's arthritic, knobby, liver-spotted hand was crushing her husband's balls. Blood dripped on the carpet. But her first concern was for herself. She looked at her old, gnarled and let out a choked sob.
"Here's I cum, baby! I'm going to cum baby. I'm putting my son inside you!"
"Fuck her Will. Make me a fucking grandma!"
"YES! Oh, I've having a fucking multiple!"
Like orgasmic dominos, first Ashley came, then Will, then Alice.
At the very last moment, Larry understood. Will had ceased to resist. Like an old tug-of-war trick, Will dove further into his dreams when Larry was expecting him to resist by pushing back, just like all the others.
Worse, Will had poured more than cum into his daughter. He had poured a parent's love, a parents need for control and finally he poured in his ultimate fantasy, a fantasy that went beyond sex and entered the realm of building a family and a home. That was something Larry could never handle, not even in the waking world.
The world went black.
Epilogue Eight Month's later
"Hello, Larry."
"Will? Is that you? I heard your voice before."
"That's because you're living with me now."
"Where's Joanne?"
"Gone. With one half of your estate. I'm sole trustee and administrator of the rest. That includes your patents."
"That's a pretty sweet deal. Strokkor along is worth two grand a month. How did you get her to agree to it?"
"You did that. After all those nightmares you inflicted her with, she couldn't wait to skip town."
"She fucking deserved it. This was all her fault. She told me I had a stroke."
"That's right. Ironically you're on your own medicine right now."
"How bad?"
"Could be worse. Your MRI's look better and better. My guess is these dream activities are rebuilding your neurals. The doctors are amazed."
"Speaking of irony. I see you've mastered Walking the Paths."
"No. But Joanne was so desperate she gave me all your personal notes. I still can't believe you raped me Larry. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve it?"
"Nothing. I'm a shit. I admit it. Will it help to say I'm sorry and you and Alice were never suppose to remember any of it?"
"My daughter too?"
"Yes. Her too. I am sorry."
"What the fuck were your thinking, Larry? After decades of research, you hit upon a proven, reliable method for talking to victims of brain damage and improving the lives of countless disabled people and, if your MRI's are any indication, wiping out mental retardation forever. And what do you use it for? Getting laid? Shit."
"You are right. I was rather petty. But I just couldn't resist to be young just one more time."
"I know."
"You said that in an odd way. What do you mean, 'you know'?"
"I've been thinking. I can't let the world know about this. There are too many assholes, or even good, weak men like you and me, who would use this..."
"...for their own nefarious schemes? Please. You sound like a comic book. We'll just make sure it stays in the medical community. Then the worst that will happen is that neurons get stimulated."
"You don't think dreams effect people? You and your fucking ivory tower. Do you know what serial killers are acting out? Fantasies!"
"Not ever one who drinks becomes an alcoholic."
"Suppose there was no age limit and beer was free and on tap 24-7 in every home in America? What shapes more than our dreams?"
"Poppycock."
"Oh yeah? Here. Look into my memories." The fog of darkness dissolved into the Davis household. A lovely young blonde wife in a print housedress and pearls vacuumed up the rug while humming show tunes. "That's my Ashley."
"So?"
"Focus on the over all picture."
"I get it. It's like she's in a fifties TV show."
"Donna Reed to be exact. Until she gets me alone, then she's a fucking porn star."
"That is your fantasy, isn't it?"
"But it isn't right. Not only that but now I really want her to be my second wife. She had a life you know. It may not have been the life I would have chosen for her, but still..."
"She seems happy enough. Part of her must have wanted it too. As long as you are discreet..."
"That's another problem. She's too honest. I'm terrified that she'll blurt out the truth that we fuck, any day now. Only my new Italian wife, Alice, keeps her in line."
"What?"
"Just watch."
A Mediterranean beauty pulled open the sliding glass doors. She dripped water from her body and her waist-long brunette curls. The housewife scolded her. Alice brushed her finger away and kissed her hotly. The vacuum hit the floor.
"I don't see a problem. Wait. Was that Alice?"
"Right. Only now she wants to be called Lucia. Over the months she's changed. My best guess is that has something to do with dreams affecting strings at the quantum level when conscious thought does not. It may be even the basis for the legend of magic. But I really don't know. And how old did you say that swami claimed he was?"
"Four-hundred and eight. Fucking liar."
"Believe him. I'm getting younger, so's Alice. My knee is already as good as new."
"This is a miracle! I was dreaming myself younger! I can dream myself younger!"
"Sorry. In your state, tormenting your wife or talking to me in MY dream is about all you can do."
"Fuck you. Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? I can do what I want."
"Pain."
Larry screamed. The two dream lovers and the house faded away. The darkness returned. Larry Shiff was alone with only his agony for company. The Will was back, along with a bit of light. "This is MY dream, Larry."
"Uh. I bet you enjoyed that."
"Not really. Over the months it has all been just too damn tedious; cleaning up this mess of yours."
"Mess?"
"Pam died that night. So did the Keoghs; massive embolisms, the three of them. Poor Josh had his scholarship revoked after he was arrested breaking into a rest home. He has a fetish for 'mature' women now."
"I had no idea."
"Maybe if you let Joanne out from under the whips and chains for a moment, she would have told you."
"Joanne was unaffected?"
"Yes and no. Yes, she escaped injury. No. She will be affected. A few minutes after a wax plug over a tiny hold in her exhaust systems melts, she will pass out. Her car will swerve off the road. The police will determine quiet, odorless, carbon monoxide was the cause of death."
"Why?"
"Don't you get it? No one can know about this. Can you imagine a world where people get whatever fantasy they want?"
"You're going to kill me next, before I get better. You'll get it all, my money, and Joanne's money. You'll even get her life insurance. This is my farewell address."
"It's always about you, isn't it? No. I am not going to kill you. I need you."
"Why?"
"To teach me. It took me seven months to get this far. I need your tutoring."
"I suppose you want my help in fixing your wife and daughter."
"I want you to help me fix Josh."
"Not Alice and Ashley?"
"No. Heaven forgive me, I'm a causality too. I need...I want them and the things we do. Ashley's already ten weeks along. They... I need...I want... my other two daughters, preferably sane, but I insist on having them, owning them, making them beg for my cock and my seed...sorry. Where was I? Oh yes. Then we can all escape to someplace where I won't be arrested and where I can relax and things can get back to normal."
"I see. I could try to cure you."
"I...I would stop you. Maybe I would kill you. Then I would do it on my own. I would take me longer. But, and you will admit, I was always more patient than you."
"If I agree. You will help me get over this stroke?"
"Yes."
"Agreed. Oh! I just felt Joanne die. Isn't that a funny little dream?"