by Kenze, Kyle
I wriggled in my seat, and her clever feet massaged me harder. Oh, man, maybe I was dreaming. This was getting way too good. “So you might sometimes pick up a girl and bring her back to join us...?”
“There's no ‘might,’ Clayton. If we're going to date, you would have to be cool with making that scene a regular part of our... encounters.”
Oh, fuck yeah. “I am so cool with that, I am so fucking cool with that...” At least, that's what I started to say. The trouble is, I'm not sure if I got the words out.
At the most inopportune possible moment, the booth misted around me, and I was back in the love hotel across the galaxy.
Chapter 9
“Clayton, you awake?” It was the voice made of honey. I'd almost forgotten about her.
“Let him sleep a little longer.” That was Darlene. “We were pretty hot and heavy there.”
“Mmmm. I'm ready to get some hot and heavy myself. You can't keep him all to yourself, you know?”
“I know. But he isn't ready for that. I haven't explained to him yet that he needs to fuck all of us.”
I stopped breathing for a moment. How many was “all of us?” She'd explained the human race was on the verge of extinction, but she'd left a lot out. Numbers might become important. There's a limit to how many hotties even the most determined man can nail in a limited time frame.
I was pretending to still be asleep while I gathered my thoughts, but I dared a peek through slitted eyes. The honey-voiced girl climbing onto the bed was Lacey, the tiny doll of a girl with long waist-length blonde hair. I remembered the name now, although I still wasn't clear how I knew.
“Time is of the essence, Darlene.” Her frame might be tiny, but she could float into the atmosphere thanks to the size of the boob-balloons she was humping up against me.
The girls were bickering, but it wasn't serious. Catfighting lite. Even as I had the thought, Lacey propelled herself onto the larger woman, and they began to play-wrestle.
“Let me taste it,” the blonde said. “Come on, Darlene, I'm dying to know what it tastes like.”
The brunette wriggled but allowed herself to be overwhelmed. The blonde scooted down the endless tanned legs to find the well-creamed intersection.
“Don't slurp it all out,” Darlene said. “Take a taste, that's all.”
My dick stirred as I stole peeks at Lacey thrusting her impatient tongue into the trembling folds of Darlene's open pussy. They might be new to cock, but these ladies knew everything they needed to know about how to go lezzie. Lacey pushed her whole head against Darlene's smooth thighs, adjusting her position until she had her upper lip pressing Darlene's love button while her tongue squirmed ever more deeply into that sweet cunny in search of the G-spot. Lacey's lurid smacking and slurping sounds seemed to echo around the pink satin hotel room.
Was it my imagination, or was the heart-shaped neon sign flashing a deeper shade of pink?
I must have groaned. My dick pushed away the satin sheets I'd pulled up in my sleep. Lacey sat up suddenly and looked directly at me. “He's ready.”
“He's very large,” Darlene said.
“I already know. I'm not afraid.”
They were talking about me like I was a blow-up sex doll. Their blow-up sex doll. And I didn't mind being objectified one tiny bit as the two of them yanked away the satin sheets to expose my body from tip to toe. Darlene guided Lacey onto her back and then tumbled me on top, so I was sprawled over the blonde almost before I knew it, completely covering her small body. We kissed, and I tasted a honey mouth flavored with my jizz and Darlene's juices.
Beneath the sex sauce was another flavor, the same citrus-vanilla musk I'd smelled on Darlene.
Did all women of the future share this intoxicating scent? The more deeply I inhaled the fragrance, the more desperately I wanted to fuck.
“Take me, please? Now. Hurry. You could flash back at any minute. Please don't leave me like this? Give me everything you've got.” Her sweet voice cracked with hunger. “I need you, Clayton. I need you so bad.”
The urge to drill her instantly, to slam and to hammer, was almost overwhelming. And yet...
She's a noob to dick. Take it slow. Make it good.
Not that she wanted it slow. When I thrust my hand between her thighs, I could feel the hot rivers of cream running down.
“Please?” She was whimpering. “Please? Now.”
Darlene had scooted around to Lacey's face. As I sat up to launch my first thrust, she planted a knee on either side of Lacey's ears so she could hold her tempting pussy inches away from Lacey's mouth.
The blonde rolled her head back and stuck out her tongue to spank impatiently at Darlene's sticky flesh. Darlene teased for a moment more, then settled in so Lacey could more easily thrust her probing tongue into Darlene's eager depths.
At the same moment I sent my first fuck-stroke deep into Lacey's slim pussy, Lacey sent her first tongue-stroke deep into Darlene's muff. Perfect timing. I fucked faster, and Lacey's tongue wriggled faster. The mattress beneath us was well-made, but it was beginning to creak from the pressure.
Within minutes, I was spunking Lacey as elaborately as I'd spunked Darlene.
Why me? The question came back to me in spades. How did I get so lucky? Why did they pick me?
The girls, giggling, rolled me on my back to let me dry out the sticky stuff caught on my short and curlies. The two of them appeared invigorated, rather than drained, by the encounter, because they began to spank-lick all over each other with their playful tongues.
“Ooh, there's goo all over you, Darlene,” Lacey said. “Let me lap it up.”
“Ooh, you're pretty fucking messy yourself.”
The way they stole little glances in my direction told me they were performing - and that they enjoyed the effect their performance was having on my dick. Already, I was beginning to spark to life again. Incredible the way they did that to me.
When I tried to shove my way between them, they pushed back with a shared giggle. “The doctor prescribes rest,” Darlene said. “Lay back, and let us do everything for you.”
“If you insist.” With a muff-eating grin, I sprawled across the round mattress.
Blonde and brunette play-squabbled on top of me while they sorted out their positions. Soon, Darlene was sitting in her favorite place, riding my prick like it was the best toy she'd ever met. Lacey sat on my face, her knees bent to dig into the mattress on either side of my head. Those soft, silky pussy-lips of hers performed a slow-motion grind against my mouth.
We all came together, which was more easily achieved than it sounds since the two women had kicked into multiple-O mode and thus were coming pretty much all the time I was fucking and sucking the two of them. How could I miss? Any time I wanted to come, they were already coming along.
On and on it went. Endlessly. Relentlessly.
As we snuggled together in the afterglow, me in the middle between the two sex-bombs, I told myself not to doubt my good fortune. To simply enjoy it while it lasted.
“And to think you doubted.” Darlene was talking over me to Lacey. “You said it would never work. That he would never get here.”
“You have to admit it came across as a little crazy. An experimental device from 2020 in a sub-sub-sub basement of the American Pentagon.” Lacey's honeyed voice was thick with the sudden post-coital honesty girls sometimes get.
“It was in the archives. It had to happen one day. And you weren't supposed to tell him that, you know. He's supposed to think we people of the future have something under control. He thinks it's a device from our time, not his.”
“What experimental device is this?” I asked.
Darlene sighed. “Since Lacey is the one who blabbed, she might as well be the one to tell you.”
The huge-titted tiny blonde felt so good when she shrugged up close to me. It was all in the way her boobs shifted. “Oh, we can't invent things. Clones aren't creative like that. The time travel device is from you guys. If the Dep
artment of Defense had finished it sooner, they might have been able to go back in time and fight back against the Andromedans before the attack on the Milky Way began. But they were taken completely by surprise.”
“In 2020. The attack was in 2020.” I swallowed. “I'm from 2020.”
“Of course, silly. We know that. That's why you're the only male we can get. You were the only man working in that sub-sub-sub basement when the aliens seeded the Earth's atmosphere. The airlock apparently closed and trapped you down there, so you were never exposed to the virus.”
“Wait. What. You have the wrong guy.” I sat up between the two beautiful but absolutely bonkers-ass women on either side of me. “I would never have any occasion to be in any experimental sub-sub-sub basement under the Pentagon. My security clearance wouldn't allow for that. I'm not even supposed to know about secret bunker shit like that.”
“We know what happens in the past,” Lacey said. “We have the archives, and we don't have the wrong guy. We didn't scoop you from the future. You sent yourself from the past. And...” She looked over at Darlene.
Darlene shook her head. There was still something they hadn't told me. “He isn't ready for more. We don't want to break him.”
“You won't break me,” I said.
Lacey nibbled at my ear. “She's right, Clayton. We have to introduce you to these concepts a little bit at a time.” But serious talk wasn't something she could carry off for long, and she burst into the inevitable giggle. “I can tell you this much, though. It's very, very important that you continue to make... contact.... yeah, that's a good way to put it, don't you think, Darlene? You should be making regular and frequent contact with the women of your time too. Not just us. Earth women just as much.”
Darlene too giggled. “She means fucking. Don't be exclusive to us, Clayton. It's mission critical for you to get around.”
“Yes, ma'am. If you want me to fuck around, I can do that for you. But you still have the wrong guy. I'm never ending up in any mysterious sub-sub-sub basement.” The Pentagon simply didn't work that way. Random civilian contractors weren't allowed to drift down at will to explore hidden passages beneath the building. Some things are more impossible than time travel, and that was definitely one of them.
Chapter 10
I blinked and found myself looking into the gold-speckled mirror of the men's washroom at Brass Macchiato.
Uh oh. Looks like I'm back.
When I walked to the booth, there was a pile of green bills on the table but no Brandy. Fuck.
What happened? I'd vanished across the galaxy and then flashed back again, but my exit and re-entry didn't seem to have gone seamlessly. There'd been a hitch in time. Checking my phone, I saw I'd been gone about fifteen minutes. Long enough for her to decide I'd somehow fled for the hills when she revealed the truth about her sexuality.
Fuck me. I'd wanted that date. I'd liked her truth.
Well, that executive summary wasn't going to write itself. Time to head back to the cube.
Nothing weird happened for the next few hours, except for a couple of messenger girls who weren't Brandy walking by my cube to giggle in the hallway. Maybe she'd said something about me, or maybe they weren't talking about me at all.
It was hard to focus on the Waraq drone disaster. What if the girls from the future were partly right? What if the alien virus was on its way to Earth? I wouldn't really be in a secret basement, so I'd be wiped out with all the rest of the males.
Maybe I'd already been wiped out, and this whole weird day was some kind of final hallucination at the end of my existence. Huh. That was a cheery thought.
The black phone rang.
“Yes, General. I'm emailing you that executive summary right now.”
“And high time too. Don't forget I expect to see you in my office promptly at eighteen hundred hours.”
“Yes, General.”
They say if a man has multiple women, it's easier for him to become aroused. It's science. Now that I was finished with the day's work, I felt a surge of renewed desire in my veins. The memory of Lacey's big boobs crushing into my face while Darlene, lower down, worked her busy lips around the head of my shaft...
I was already hard again. Should I call Brandy? Attempt to apologize?
Even as I did, my personal cell rang. “Hey, Clayton.” Speak of the devil.
“I'm sorry about...” I wasn't sure exactly what she saw when I vamoosed, so I was scrambling for the right words. “It wasn't about you or anything you said.”
“That was one hell of a vanishing act. You'll have to teach me how you did that sometime.” Her tone was dry. “Look, Clayton, I don't want to come across as a stalker, and maybe it's my fault for coming on too strong, but I felt you needed to know the truth. Honesty is a big thing with me. You can say yes or no. Either way, I don't want it to fuck up our work relationship.”
“It won't. You didn't do anything wrong.” I took a deep breath and reached for a plausible fib. “The truth is, I saw my psycho ex coming through the door and I needed to get gone. I could've handled it better, though.”
“Aw. You've always been a little bashful. It's cute.”
“I meant to pay for the coffee, but I saw you already did. Could I maybe buy you dinner instead? I have this thing with the general, but I could pick you up around eight.”
“That would be great, Clayton. How should I dress?”
“A little special. I'm going to surprise you.”
She giggled. It was going to be all right. Unless, of course, the world ended. Should have asked the girls of the future what date the alien menace made their entrance.
None of that crap's true. Earth is not going to be invaded. Men are not going to be wiped out.
The girls were wrong. Pretty but wrong. Darlene and Lacey were a couple of airheads of the future who got their pretty hands on some technology they didn't understand. They were screwing around with my life, pulling me in and out of time to toy with me, and I let it happen because they were fun to fuck.
But there was no mission-critical need for me to spill my spunk all over the galaxy. That was goofy talk from goofy girls.
All things considered, even though I figured I was being called on the carpet, I had a spring in my step as I waltzed into General Dyers's inner office. Your first threesome has a way of putting you in a good mood.
The general herself was buttoned up to her chin in a dress uniform complete with all the fruit salad. You barely noticed the excellent curves under all that crisp fabric and gleaming metal.
“Don't sit down, Clayton,” she said. “This won't take long.”
I wasn't a soldier, so I never knew how to stand in front of the general. My hands felt like they were kind of just hanging there, but I didn't like to clasp them in front of me or, worse, behind me. She walked around me, slowly, studying me from every angle as if I was a private about to be busted down to KP duty.
“I'm impressed with your progress, Clayton. Your reports are clear, concise, and on time. The Waraq summary made sense of a confusing situation.”
This wasn't the way I expected this meeting to go. Dyers wasn't stupid. She must know the reports in question were largely fictional - speculative was the word, if you wanted to be nice about it - but making shit up was often the only way to go if you didn't want to end up standing in front of the Chiefs with your dick in your hand.
Faking a blush, I fixed my eyes on the polished toes of her shiny pumps. “Thank you, General.”
“You are being re-assigned to a more responsible position. Effective as of oh seven hundred hours tomorrow morning.”
I should have known. There was only one reason the general was soft-soaping a lowly civilian data analyst like me - the job in question had to be an even shittier goat rodeo than the one I already held. “I appreciate your thinking of me, General. Might I ask what this new position entails?”
And what my additional compensation will be?
Maybe I could afford to order a bottle of
French champagne for me and Brandy at dinner tonight. Make a real celebration out of the date.
“You can certainly always ask, but your security upgrade won't be finalized until tomorrow, so I can't really go into details with you right now. The important thing to know is that you'll need a special pass.”
She produced a thumb drive in the shape of a white-and-red Maneki-Neko, the so-called Japanese lucky money cat. “Guard that thumb drive with your life. It holds a special one-hundred-twenty character secret passcode that you'll need to admit you to the above-top-secret sub-sub-sub bunker underneath the Pentagon. That bunker is the place where your assignment will be carried out.”
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Clayton's adventures continue beneath the Pentagon and beyond in Classified, Book #2 of the Harem at the End of the Galaxy series. He tries to persuade himself he had a crazy, filthy dream, but there is nothing dreamlike about the new job under the Pentagon. And if it's real, the glimpse into the man-hungry future is all too real as well... While we're here, reviews are life and death to a new author. If you enjoyed this story, consider returning to the retailer where you bought it to leave your honest review.
About Kyle Kenze
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