Chapter 9
"Ohhh," Lucy moaned, "that's what I need, Master. Fuck me 'til I can't walk."
Michael felt he should oblige and began to pound into her. He leant forward, grabbing a breast in one hand and sliding the other between her legs to find her clit. Between his thrusting and his rapid manipulation of nipple and clit, Lucy came almost immediately, but Michael kept pumping into her as hard and fast as he could, determined to cum again himself.
Lucy rapidly descended into cries of animal lust, unintelligible grunts and groans that spoke only of her inability to put together a single intelligent thought. Michael's own brain was turning to grey soup as all he could think about was the sensations driving up from his cock. Lucy came again and her legs gave way under her. They fell onto the bed, Michael still inside her, and the sudden jerking thrust, combined with her tightening muscles, pushed him over the edge. He unloaded himself into her once more.
Perhaps five minutes later, when they could both move and think, Michael lifted himself off her and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, Lucy was lying on the bed, her skirt around her waist, breasts thrust skyward by the bra. She looked stunning.
"Get dressed and go home," he told her.
"Can't I clean up first?" she looked a little scared.
"Are your parents home?"
"No, not 'til tonight."
"Then you can walk home as you are. You're a dirty little slut, Lucy, don't forget that. Dirty little sluts get to walk home with their master's cum juice running down their legs. Don't they?"
His little speech seemed to have an odd effect on Lucy. She shivered, enjoying the dirty talk more than Michael had imagined she would. "Yes, Master," she replied. "I'm your toy and I'll walk home with your cum all over me." She reached between her legs and scooped out a handful of fluid. Then she smeared the juice over her breasts before getting up and picking up her shirt.
She took her nightgown with her, and Michael watched as she walked down the street away from him, hips swinging like the slut she had become.
"So this is the world of dreams," Michael said. "It's not really what I expected."
"A lot of people say that," Julia replied, "including me when I first came here. I'll ask the same thing of you as my teacher did of me, 'what did you expect?'"
Michael gazed around at the new world he found himself in and considered his answer. He, like Julia, was standing on a near-invisible surface, which appeared to merge into the surrounding air so that it was difficult to work out exactly what 'ground' was. Above them there was no sky, only a vast expanse of grey, fading into black in the far distance, broken by innumerable spheres of mirror silver that floated serenely through the 'air'.
This was Michael's first visit to the higher dream worlds. He had spent a week clamped in 'training wheels', as he referred to it, stuck in the near Astral plane. Julia wanted to be sure that he understood the basics before letting him go further. He had used the time to 'improve' Lucy, and had discovered that the way he wanted her was not as far from what she was as he had thought. After a few nights work making dream suggestions, Lucy was a complete slut with exhibitionist tendencies, a strong liking for bondage, and a strong bisexual nature. She was currently asleep in Julia's bed having been exhausted by Julia and Michael's demands upon her.
"I don't know, I guess," he replied. "What are the silver balls?"
"Dreams. Dreamscapes to be exact. Whenever a normal human enters dream sleep, they create a dreamscape here. Look up there!" She pointed upward to where two spheres were moving toward each other. They touched, deformed slightly like two soap bubbles, and then merged together to form a slightly larger single sphere. "When two people have similar dreams, their dreamscapes tend to attract each other and, when they meet, they join to form a single dreamscape with both minds in it."
"There must be cases where different dreams hit?"
"Yah. Generally they just bounce off, but in some cases, where someone has a very strong sleeping mind, they mix and the weaker dream is consumed. That can be the stuff of nightmares."
Michael's mind was working. "Okay, so if similar dreams attract each other, and a lot of people dream about sex, for example..."
Julia grinned. "Well done. Yes, there are some really big dreamscapes devoted to very common dreams. They tend to persist as well, because there's always someone sleeping, and having that kind of dream. Some of them are very old. There's a dreamscape of an orgy that we're pretty sure has been going since at least the Greek Classic period, and there's a nightmare dreamscape that probably first emerged back in the Palaeolithic era."
"Wow! Can we go visit some?"
"Curb your enthusiasm, youth," Julia replied, grinning at the happy puppy she was trying to train. "First we need to get some of the basics sorted out. Now if you want to go up to look at one of these dreamscapes..." She stopped, gazing up as Michael glided into the air. "Okay," she said, "so you seem to have worked that out on your own." With a thought she glided up after him.
Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.