Chapter 15: Tell me you want to be fucked.
In the easy chair, a fountain of cum erupted from the lap of the Stalker. The sight of Kelly cumming under Julia's tender tortures had driven him right over the edge. So it came as quite a shock to him when he heard a click on his left and looked around to see the barrel of the biggest handgun he had ever seen staring back at him. "When they've finished," Michael told him, "I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out."
"Y-you're alive," Julia repeated.
"You've said that about a dozen times," Michael said. "This is just a dream, I can't die here." Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed beside two women dressed only in footwear, holding a .44 Magnum automatic on the Stalker, who remained seated in the easy chair. Michael had not, yet, shot the Stalker, but he had every intention of doing so as soon as Julia had finished telling him off. Apart from anything, there was blood all over the nice, clean, white shirt Michael was wearing; his own blood.
"Oh, but you can," Julia replied. "Have you ever heard that legend about dreams where you're falling? Normally, you fall, but you never hit the ground, right? Supposedly, if you land, you die in your sleep."
"I know that," Kelly supplied.
"Right," Julia nodded. "For most people, there's no real chance of death in their dreams. If they are about to die, they wake up. We're different, especially when we enter another person's dreamscape. If we die here, our minds die, and our bodies are left as lifeless shells."
"You know that phrase 'what you don't know can't hurt you?'" Michael asked. "Good thing you didn't tell me that before I came in here."
Julia looked at him incredulously. "Are you trying to say that the reason you didn't die is because you didn't know you were supposed to?"
"You have a better explanation?"
"Well, no..." There was no better explanation. Well, maybe... No, that was just a fairy story. "Yeah, I guess you must be right. So, now you know, don't do it again!"
"I'll be more careful in future," he promised. "Now let's see who this jerk-off is." He handed the gun to Julia and walked over to the Stalker. He grabbed the man's face at the hairline and pulled down, ripping away the shadows that masked his features.
"Th-that's Mickey!" Kelly cried out. "He runs the bar I work, um, worked at. He fired me, over the telephone, after I couldn't come into work for a week after he raped me."
Michael took the Magnum back from Julia. "Is that right? Well, let's see if Mickey can die in this dream." He pulled the trigger. Mickey let out a shriek, throwing his hands in front of his face... and then evaporated into nothingness right in front of them.
"He woke up," Julia said.
"Well this won't be the last that creep sees of me," Michael replied.
"Ooo, yeah, that's good." Lucy was working her way toward heaven, perched upon Michael's cock. He was lying on Julia's lounger, in her back yard, with Lucy straddling his hips. Her feat could reach the ground from here and he had to do no work at all as she slid up and down on his shaft. She was facing his feat, and so could not see his face. It was a good thing, as she might have been displeased to see that he was not really paying attention to her fucking him. Michael was still trying to work out the best thing he could do to pay Mickey back for his nightly depredations of Kelly's sanity.
"Oh, oh, oh," Lucy said, nearing orgasm.
"Oh my God!" The voice was Michael's mothers and he sat up to see her standing in the gateway into the yard. "Michael, what are you..." She gasped again as Julia walked out of the house carrying a tray of drinks. Julia was naked apart from a pair of ear rings.
Anger flared in Michael's mind, along with embarrassment and fear. His thoughts about Mickey combined with his desire not to be discovered fucking Lucy by his mother. "Mom, don't see this," he said.
His mother staggered backward, blinked a couple of times, and then squinted at the yard as though having trouble seeing it. "What am I doing here?" she said. Then she closed the gate and walked away.
Julia looked at him, amazed. "How did you do that?"
"Don't know, don't care," Michael replied. He bucked his hips up to start Lucy off again, but she climbed off him.
"Can't start again just like that," she breathed. "Your mom gave me a hell of a shock."
Despite the fact that he had no real interest in sex right now, this irritated Michael no end. "Julia, you fuck me then."
"No, Michael, I want to talk about..."
"Get down on your knees," he hissed. His anger was getting out of control and he had no idea why. Julia froze, and then put the tray down on the patio table. She dropped to her knees, her eyes slightly glazed. "Down on all fours," he growled, and she complied. He walked around behind her and pulled her legs apart.
"P-please, Michael, don't do this," Julia whimpered. He jammed his cock into her and she cried out. Luckily he was still lubricated from Lucy's pussy as Julia was quite dry. He pulled out again and jammed himself into her. Out, and once more in.
This was no fun. "You will like this," he hissed. "You want to be fucked." Julia let out a growl of desire. "Tell me you want to be fucked."
"Oh god, Michael, fuck me. I want you in me. Fuck me now!"
Satisfied, Michael began pumping into her. Her body responded instantly, lubricating her to make his thrusts easier. She began moaning and mewling under the hammering he was giving her cunt. A minute later he came, felling her vaginal muscles pulsing around him as she orgasmed with him. He pulled out and collapsed, spent, onto the warm slabs of the patio.
He looked up into the horrified face of Lucy. She was standing over Julia, who was curled into a ball, sobbing. "W-what did you do that for?" Lucy asked. "I just wanted a minute's rest. I'd have come back. Y-you didn't have to rape her."
The word hammered into Michael's mind like a bullet. What the hell had he just done? His face flushed bright red, his mind screamed for escape. He grabbed up the trunks he had worn to walk to Julia's house, struggled into them and ran. He did not stop until he was in his own room with the door locked shut.
Michael stayed in his room for the rest of the day, not even emerging for his evening meal. He was mortified by what he had done. He was no better than Mickey, a man that Michael despised.
As the sun set, Michael heard a sound and turned to look where it had come from. There was nothing there, just shadows in the corner of the room. Except that the shadows seemed to shift as he looked at them. Was there a figure standing there? A woman?
Michael sat on the bed and did his best to concentrate. His heart was pounding in his chest. He felt as if he was about to throw up. Slowly, his mind and perceptions shifted into the astral world, and there was Julia, waiting for him. She was dressed in a typical short, white dress and matching calf-length boots. There was a sad sort of smile on her face.