He gets woken up

Dwayne over the past few days had gotten used to sleeping when he could. The Sinful Traveler wanted him out and about basically at all times, but he felt better if he had gotten some Zs. Knocking up Joyce probably gave the Traveler some amount of satisfaction. For what purposes the Traveler needed to knock up girls, Dwayne didn't know.

He put his head down on the pillow, and covered his eyes with a towel. He drifted off to sleep nearly instantly. The dreams he had nowadays, they were wet, and slick, and fun. Some girls in there, he recognized. Some were movie stars. Some he had just had passed on the street. Sometimes, they just lounged around him, feeding him grapes, and nuzzling next to his crotch. He could feel their hot breath on his demonic johnson.

His little house was barely more than a shack, but it was his. That felt good, actually owning the house. Before, he thought about finding a wife, and making it a home. He wanted to have kids back in the before times; be a dad. Turns out he was going to be dad, but for some reason, he didn't think that the Traveler was going to let him spend much quality time. There was four women now that he knew were pregnant? Miss Trujillo, Mrs. Hirschman at the bank, Miss Guitterez down the street, and Dotty Marquette. Probably should add Joyce to the list. He didn't know-know that the girl was pregnant, but he knew. Deep in his bones. Its why the Sinful Traveler wasn't making a fuss right now. There were other girls that he had fucked, but some of them, he finished on their stomachs. Or gotten a blowjob. He had the Traveler for less than two weeks, and he already had knocked up five girls.

Dwayne shifted in his sleep as he imagined Anne Bancroft riding atop him. The blanket he had clutched didn't shift quite smoothly. It jarred him awake. Someone was sitting on his bed.

"Mary Ann?" he grumbled, not quite believing his eyes as he turned on a lamp. It was dark out. He had slept quite a while.

"Good evening, sleepyhead," she giggled.

"What time is it?" Dwayne said, trying to find his clock.

"A bit after 10 PM," she said, "I did what you said last night. I got on my knees and sucked on my husband's willie until he came in my mouth, and did it again, until he said no more and feel asleep. My jaw hurts." Dwayne rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

He was at Mary Ann and Fred's wedding, just a few months ago. Mary Ann was what, 20 years old? Fred was 24, just out of a stint with Navy, thank you President Truman. Fred's mom was a friend of Dwayne's mom. He didn't want to fuck Fred's girl, but she seemed to have heard about Dwayne from the Perkins girl. She had been here the past three nights, demanding that Dwayne fuck her and fuck her good.

"Mary Ann, not tonight, I want to sleep," Dwayne said, laying back down.

"No!" she stamped her foot, "You said if I blew Fred, really drained him dry, then I'd get the chance to ride your dick, and I'm collecting on that promise." She pounced on top of Dwayne. He could have easily pushed her off. He was 6'5 and worked manual labor for a living. She was 5'4, and not much heavier than a mulch bag. But the Sinful Traveler wasn't going to refuse a girl who wandered in and demanded that she get knocked up.

Sorry, Fred, Dwayne thought to himself, as Fred's wife pulled her panties to the side and lowered herself onto Dwayne's cock.