Treasure Ch. 02

The following story is back to my beginning in Sci-fi. I have no idea how long it will be. Or if there may be more chapters. I just have no idea. It began at 3am and was an odd half-woke dream. Now you are forced to read and hopefully enjoy my twisted mind.

All humans and creatures are over 18 years of age. All humans and creatures are figments of my mind and are not meant to represent any creatures that walk our earth. If one does, please send me an email.

What to do with Treasure?

"We are still computing the ramifications of your actions...You are an asshole."

"We want our device back and we want it now...Asshole" The alien concluded.

"Well, I am assuming that there are no 'men in black' or they would be here already. So,

I am going to simply state something simple you will understand." Drew paused for effect.

"Not no, but fuck no."

Drew commented with a bit more vitriol than was necessary.

The alien's reaction was what Drew expected, honking, antenna waiving and arm waiving. Drew kept one finger touching the device, which was enough to keep it open once the device was activated.

There was a lot of scattered data emanating from the other side of the device's open portal. Drew just waited for the calm after the storm. When things started to settle, he spoke up.

"Or we can come to an agreement. I get to explore the two timelines I have been to, and you can see how well my bull-in-a-China-shop routine works out. Or I can play all I want, visit infinite timelines, and see how much damage I cause," Drew paused to take a deep breath,

"And damage your...what did you call them 'experiments'?" Drew paused and looked into the odd eyes of the alien.

"What do you say?"

"You are an asshole," responded the alien.

***

Drew sat on his porch with his cup full of Earl Grey, teapot steaming and his jar of local honey waiting on cup two. He sipped and looked at the white device laying on his barista table. He spun the white slab on top of the chess board he had painted on the glass tabletop.

The sun was just coming up and it was fun to watch the awakening of dawn. Birds flying off for food. The first of the butterflies and moths being attracted to the butterfly garden by the porch. Their colorful wings catching the morning light and solar warmth.

'What to do?' he thought to himself. He had options, but the very concept of playing with an alien device and screwing up his life in other timelines was horrifying. But was he screwing it up? He could always run back to his timeline, where he sat now.

"Let's see," he thought to himself, "This timeline is where, I just in the process of retiring, I do not have a life partner nor an FWB."

He paused in his own thoughts. He finished his first cup and took time to do his ritual of honey and a new pour.

"I do have a dog, but she is a neurotic and broken." He took a sip, "I will retire from my career of forty plus years and do more volunteer work plus go work for one of the huge 'Box" stores to provide a bit of cash for my art?"

"Or I can go play with Michelle or the other two aliens?" one more sip, "Was that his alien? Or one of her sister aliens?" Drew thought to himself.

He flipped the device on its 'back' and placed his fingers at the textured junctures (for some type of fingers or digits). The hologram ignited.

It was blank for a moment, there did not seem to be anyone on station.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" he stated openly.

He paused for a moment and was about to call out again when his alien appeared.

"What do you want?" 'she' stated.

"Well good morning to you too," Drew commented back.

"Before I go on 'walk-about,' I thought I would have you answer some questions. Or I can just go explore and see what happens." Drew paused and could see the alien become agitated and her antenna started to twitch.

"You saw how my wandering worked yesterday. Shall I give it a go and start strolling?"

The alien head drooped, and she looked down. Her antenna sagged and there was little movement.

"Ask questions. I will answer in what I can." There was a pause, 'You are still such an asshole, destroying so much work..."

Drew leaned back and kept one finger on the side of the device to keep it open. He sipped his warm earl grey and paused.

"Ok, first question. How did I allegedly knock up Michelle when I had a vasectomy twenty years ago?"

"The you in that timeline never had a vasectomy and so you were as potent as you were at the age 14 when you first jacked off." The alien responded with no hint of emotion.

Drew just rolled back in his chair and his mind bounced from one possibility to another. He wondered if Michelle had banged her firefighter after they were together. "Would she make him the father of 'their' child? Did her firefighter even know she was banging her 'landlord" for rent money?

His mind flipped back to the present situation.

"OK then..."

"If I read my sci-fi and watch YouTube stories about multiple universes, there are infinite timelines and variations. Is that correct?"

The alien shook and seemed to make an incredibly soft sob. "Yes and no," she stated not looking up.

"There are infinite timelines, but some become...'stronger' as they continue. It is caused by energy patterns. Overtime, the cosmos does an affected shift and filters out the low energy timelines."

The alien looked up, "we feel we are close to one of these shifts. That is what our studies and research is about. We want to see how the most important timelines survive and what vanishes."

"So where do I fit in to all of this? Why is my presence such a burden?"

"You do not fit in at all! Your timelines are estimated to vanish as ones of little import. That is until you started to play bull-in-a-China-shop. Things have shifted and it is not in an effective way for our research."

"When does this great culling take place? How long does my timeline have to survive?" asked Drew.

"We do not know the timing of the 'culling'." The creature paused with its antenna waiving.

"I like that word human, 'culling.' I will share it with my creche-mates and other alien researchers. It is a perfect human word for this application."

They stared at each other through the 'looking glass' as Drew was starting to call it.

"Anything else human? Anymore inane questions to ask?"

"Is that you in the one timeline? The one with Cat-woman?"

The alien was agitated and turned away from Drews screen. She started a human-like sobbing. Drew could hear a faint, "yes."

"I was gathering a sample of your spermatozoa from your trashcan and got some on my skin. None of us knew that something in your genetic makeup would cause an 'allergic' reaction."

She spun back around. "So far there are three species that have the same reaction to your genetic makeup."

"You asshole. You turned me into a pathetic sex slave. Your human term is 'cum-slut.' All I think of in that timeline is sex with you. It drives me mad to think of all the power you have over me. And now the Kitty is hooked on you too. That and that obnoxious pixy." The alien started to mumble and honk but none of it translated.

"So, when I pop into a timeline there is not another of me wandering around and we do not meet?"

"NO! You idiot. The timeline shifts to accommodate you. That is another deviation. If you were flying a plane, and 'You' entered the timeline in your bedroom the other 'you' would shift with you and the plane would crash, or you were never flying the plane, except you would be still in the bedroom. That is the problem with your interference, we never allowed this intrusion into our experiments before."

The alien was back to full agitation, antenna waiving and arms up. "The ramifications are horrific."

"So how did I end up with the device? How did it end up buried in the sand in the central coast of California?"

The alien stared him down and was still. Drew presumed that it was contemplating even telling him.

"We lost a ship. It was far away, and we assumed buried under miles of ocean. And then you show up and fuck up everything." and then the alien walked out of the view screen.

*

Drew spent his day at work thinking about the ramifications and wonders of humanity in general. He got home, made sure the dog had water and food, did minor cleaning, and then sat down. While it was a 'school' night, he opened a bottle of wine.

As he sipped, he stared at the device. He spun it on the surface of his worktable. He placed his fingers at the juncture, and it opened. He flipped it over and the holographic image reversed and sat above the swirl pattern. He realized that this was the first time he had calmly looked at the device while playing with the swirl.

The image had a look of stacked cards or tiles. There was a more pronounced card partway forward and he knew from prior playing, this was the Michelle timeline. But there were dozens of Cards tightly stacked before and after the highlighted card.

He spun ahead and found his second highlighted card. The machine seemed to easily spin to the next highlighted card. He spun further and saw additional highlighted cards...he was tempted.

He knew what he desired. He wanted to find out if one of the lives he lived was with his first true love. Did they ever find happiness together? Did he ever get a shot at growing old with her?

He took his wine glass and downed it like it was a shot. That cost him a bit of choking and sputtering.

"Fucking romantic idiot," he stated openly to himself, about himself.

Drew toggled back to the first highlighted card. He reached and touched the bold card, and he was enveloped in vertigo.

*

"Baby, there you are! I did not hear you get home." Michelle commented as she walked into his kitchen and came towards him. She was dressed in one of his T-shirts, obviously braless, and a pair of his light cotton comfortable shorts rolled at the hip, so the crotch was tight to hers. Drew loved her exposed camel-toe, and she loved having one. And she loved showing it for his enjoyment. He wondered briefly if she was commando too.

She forcibly spun his office chair, pulled his knees together and straddled his body. Drew's face must have shown shock.

"Oh baby, it was so sexy dripping you all morning. Each time I had to go wipe myself, the smell of us drove me insane. I spent a little of the afternoon playing and getting myself off in the bathroom on campus." She leaned forward and kissed him.

The kiss continued and it was hot and sensual. She traced his teeth and then traced his mouth and sucked on his lips. Her crotch rubbed all over his and he swore he could feel her heat through his jeans.

She reached down and was fumbling with the belt for his jeans. She groped him at the same time as she was trying to get his jeans open.

Drew could feel the rough groping but could not see or help because he had her tongue shoved in his throat and her delectable ass in his hands. He finally slid his hands from her ass cheeks to her hips and leveraged her back.

She grumbled in frustration until she saw him help. He had to reach in and dis-entangle his erection from going down his pantleg while being entangled with his underwear. Once free of obstruction, she squealed and moved forward until he again grabbed her hips. She stopped and looked questioningly into his eyes until she felt him grab her shorts and try and work them over her curvy hips.

Her smile grew and she yanked them down with her sexy female hip swiving to help. She was hip swiveling, inching back up his thighs and kissing him with passion all in the same movement.

He felt her hand on his erection for only a second, because in the next, he was enveloped in her warm pussy. She slammed down onto his hips at the same moment she flicked her shorts from her foot.

The perfect version of multitasking.

She slid her mouth off his and to his neck. She had learned how much of a turn on he found her kisses and naughty whispering. She rode him and pulled his shirt off and hers up so her breasts could rub on his hairy chest. She rode him hard, and he loved the wet dripping feel of her pussy. He loved the kisses on his neck and the dirty naughty things she was whispering to him. He loved that she enjoyed him playing at her back door.

He loved the feeling of being desired.

And then his mind did a slight shift.

*

Of all times, Drew's mind started to drift. The more time he spent in this timeline, he was filled with the back story of how a mid-thirty's beautiful Michelle was in his house, ridding his cock when in his timeline, things were so much different.

In his timeline, Michelle had flirted with him outrageously. It was only so he would buy drinks of course, or an occasional meal. She instigated, and he fell into line, like a five-year-old wanting to be wanted. He knew the score, but like other men through history, his little head won over his big head.

But in this timeline, she had quit working at the County, lived with several strapping young men that happen to be firefighters (her serious fetish) until they tired of her self-centered demands. She worked at wineries, and other service jobs and was lost to him for a year.

Then unexpectedly he got a call. "Drew, Its Michelle. Do you have time to talk?"

After a lot of bullshit, she came to the real reason for the call. She had had a baby boy in the last year and her and the father shared custody (translate that into the baby staying with the father's mother 90% of the time). Where she was living was not working out (shared room in a multi-person home). She had heard through the grapevine that Drew had a second bedroom, and he was thinking of renting it out. She was also looking and had applied for a position at the local university. She knew he had connections there, not only as an alumni but because of his volunteer work in town.

Drew was saddened that he was again used by her for her own personal means.

And if the alien was right, she was pregnant again with his child and not the child of her son's father, as was nature's original plan. But how in the hell does that work? He remembered the smoke coming off his balls as his vasectomy was cauterized.

'But what would she do?' He thought to himself. As he wondered before, "Did she screw the firefighter after him. Would she assume that the baby was his instead of Drew's?"

Thinking in a new timeline was tiring.

*

Drew felt her splash on his thighs, as she shuddered and moaned in his ear.

"Come to bed lover and do me doggy so you can cum deep. I want to cum while you are filling me up." She turned and dragged him out of the office chair. They both had to pause to let him divest himself of crumpled, tangled jeans and underwear.

He knew part of his attraction to her was her overt sexuality. Her manipulations of him were open and very one dimensional. She knew it and he knew it.

'But damn is she sexy,' he thought. He had to admit she was like his first true love. Only 30 years younger but no greater sexiness than his Jeanne. Michelle did spark the artistic side of him. Not to the same level of passion as his Jeanne, his muse. But there was something there beyond his normal dealings with attractive women.

The spark of a muse was in her.

His reminder of his romantic failure in his timeline started to overwhelm his thoughts. He had to remind himself, that in his timeline, his love focus was not 'his Jeanne.' His Jeanne had no desire to be in a relationship and it had been the same for decades. So, he decided to adapt and bang this sexy tart while he had his chance.

So, he tried to again change his perspective. 'Adapt and overcome,' he thought and smiled to himself.

Watching her walk down the hallway to his room he had to contemplate. Michelle did have the curves, heavy breasts, and the overly large sensitive nipples of his first love. Michelle had her own quirks and loved him to take her ass, when she was in the mood (which was often). She loved him to do oral and she was one of the few women he had ever been with that loved to perform oral. She also liked sex in large, wet, and loud amounts like his first love.

So, he tried to flip his mind back to focus. She tucked a pillow under her hips, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the bed. She laid face first which thrust her beautiful large ass into the air. Her ass was large but fit her curvy form.

'Not a straight line on that woman,' he thought, and his smile grew.

She looked delectable and her lower lips glistened. Her rosebud was swollen like it got each time they fucked. All he had to do was softy brush the swollen flesh and she would be begging him to fuck her in her ass with his fingers, cock, or tongue.

He noticed that she had placed a towel below on the floor. It was tossed directly below her pussy, and he could already see she had dripped. He could see new beads of moisture waiting to fall.

He quickly knelt behind her and started low. He circled her clit with his tongue, his nose buried between her lower lips.

She squealed as he circled her clit several times and then stiffened and thrust her mound and ass 'up' as he slowly trailed his mouth up and nibbled her engorged lips. He sucked on them while also running his tongue up her pussy entrance. She bucked and screamed she was 'Cumming.'

As she peaked, he slid his tongue up and around her rosebud. She screamed again and bucked her hips into his face. She timed it perfectly and his tongue entered her ass for the briefest of moments.

She either had another small orgasm or she was dealing with the aftershocks of her previous one. She moaned, shuddered, and mumbled incoherently.

He climbed off his knees, grabbed his rigid cock, and slid it effortlessly between her fattened lips and entered nirvana. Tight, wet throbbing comfort was all he felt. Well, that and being coated in her essence. She always smelled and tasted amazing.

He started to pound her, and she continued to jerk and mumble each time he buried himself. Her ass just bounced and flexed with her continued orgasm and spasms. He kept hearing her mumble the same phrase, but she was face first into the pillows.

He settled deep in her and stopped thrusting. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. It was an uncomfortable position of a man of sixty-five, but he whispered in her ear, "Baby, I cannot hear you. Is there something you want?"

She torqued her head. Her hair cascaded and covered her face, but she was able to get her lips free of the bed sheets.

"Take my ass, please fuck...take my ass and make me come again."

Drew pulled back and got stabilized behind her. The view was magnificent. Her curvy bubble butt was shaking and vibrating. His cock was buried deep in her pussy. He could feel the undulations of her vaginal muscles massage his cock.

She was wet everywhere. He gently pulled back and with his fingers and cock he transferred the copious secretions from her pussy lips to her rosebud.

She moaned and bucked with his exertions.

When he felt the time was right, he placed the head of his cock and her entrance and started pressure. He popped right through. He felt her jolt.

In this timeline they had discussions about her pain-pleasure response. It stung at first but then the pleasure would start. Just like when she begged him to spank her, it hurt at first then the pleasure would start from the core of her clit.

Drew knew from his timeline and in the two he had now ventured to something about his sexual proclivities. He did not get off on the pain he gave his partner. He got off on the pleasure he gave his partner. If his partner got off on being tied up or spanked, he got off on their pleasure not the actual act.

She whined, bucked, and thrust her ass up into him. He responded by thrusting forward and not worrying if he was hurting her. She moaned, mumbled, and finally cried out. He, so involved in the scene, came deep in her ass, and then flopped on top of her breathing hard.