How Can You Say No?

Your answer is to think about Selena straddling your lap in a sitting position, her legs wrapped around your waist so you can bounce her up and down on your cock. As promised, the dream shifts once more and you find yourselves in that exact pose. You quickly start giving Selena what she wants, looking her dead in the eye as you slide in and out of her. You are in the perfect position to kiss her (which you do) and also do not have to lean over very far to lick, suck on, and nibble at her pert little nipples (which you also do). The pace is relentless, Selena grinding back against you as hard as she can, which feels emotionally good in lieu of the physical enjoyment, and looking like she is quickly approaching her climax.

"This is kind of like," you joke, "some old, cheesy romance novel where the Princess winds up falling in love with her blue collar lover... or at least having his kid instead of her husband's."

Selena's eyes widen as she places her hands on your chest, trying to hold back her orgasm just long enough so she can let you know one last thing. "C-C-Careful... ah... th-that... kind of line... w-would be a s-sug... mmmm... suggestion for someone... n-not... pr-prepared."

You nod in understanding... and then go full **** with your fucking, Selena's eyes opening wide as she throws back her head and just screams at the ceiling for all she's worth. Soon enough, her back stiffens and you thrust upwards one last time, holding there as she spasms and shakes hard from her release. As you watch, you suddenly see the entire barn surrounding you starting to fade to white. Selena slumps against you and you hold her in your arms for a few seconds before the light envelops the two of you as well.

Then your eyes open up and you find yourself groggily looking up at the ceiling of your room. The first rays of sunlight peek in through the cracks in the blinds and a quick look at the bedside clock lets you know it is still an hour until your alarm is normally set to go off.

Ugh. Did you just sleep through the whole night in your school clothes?

And why does it feel like your dick is being sucked on?

... Wait.

You quickly look down to see your pants and underwear have been lowered to your knees at some point while you were asleep, your hard cock fully exposed for Keira's hungry mouth as her head bobs up and down on your meat. Her eyes roll up as she feels you stirring and she smiles around her mouthful of dick before reaching up to brush back her hair from her eyes, winking at you, and then returning to her efforts.

You do not know how long she has been working but it seems like it was at least long enough for your body to be responsive to Keira's blowjob as she alternates between deep throating you and doing short, shallow movements that let her lavish your cock head with her tongue. You do have it together enough to note that you can hear Liam's normally loud snoring, so you keep your lips shut and breath hard through your nose to not moan.

Keira increases her pace, her hand reaching up to fondle your balls as she swallows you to the root over and over again. Your still groggy state combined with Keira's obvious skill at fellatio means you do not last long until your hands shoot out to press down on the back of her head, your hips shaking as you spew your load into her mouth and throat. She lets you hold her there, softly gulping down the protein breakfast you have just provided her as her eyes roll up to look at you again with that smoldering gaze of hers.

She eventually, slowly, pulls off of your cock and lets it flop free with a wet pop. Licking her lips clean, she slides up the bed to give you a hug, her naked breasts rubbing into your side as she whispers into your ear, "Saw you were getting some morning wood and thought you might like a little preview of what joining us would be like."

You cast another glance over at the still sleeping Liam before looking back at Keira with a raised eyebrow. In response, she gives you another wink and pulls away from you. "Gotta go," she whispers again as she starts gathering up her clothes and leaving you staring up at the ceiling again as you process what just happened both in dream and reality.

You realize there are serious matters to ponder but, for the moment, the one that troubles your mind most is this:

If one of them was in a dream and another technically being the next morning, does it still count as pulling off a hat-trick with three different blondes?