Dreams Again

(Dear Reader, this story is a sequel to "Dreams" by the same author. You might wish to read "Dreams" before reading this story. I hope you enjoy it.)
Dreams Again
I awoke from a dream... petrified. I lay in my bed shaking, unable to stop.
I shared a house with two women, both my lovers. Both of them met me some months ago as a consequence of me having sexy, albeit odd and mysterious dreams about them, even though I'd never met either of them before dreaming of them. My dream world somehow overlapped with my reality which seemed to thrust the three of us together.
We'd been living together for several months now in a house Margaret owned. As I said, we're also lovers. In my dreams, all three of us had been lovers for years, then about six months ago we ran into each other for real and we were drawn to each other mysteriously.
Whereas, I used to wake each morning sexually aroused from dreaming of my not yet met lovers, I was now, for the second morning, waking in fear. I leaped out of bed and ran down the hall looking for Lilly. She wasn't in her room. I checked across the hall for Margaret, but figured she'd be at work. As expected, she wasn't there, either. But, I heard voices downstairs.
I went down the stairs at breakneck speed.
"Lilly?" I yelled, frantically.
I found her mesmerized in front of the TV ... a news broadcast was airing. When she saw me coming down the stairs, she jumped up and ran to me.
"Joan!" Lilly said, wrapping her arms around me. "It's true!"
Tears were streaming down her face.
"What, honey?" I asked, but I already knew the answer from my dream.
"Your dream ... the world ending ..." she said, her voice trembling.
"An asteroid," I whispered.
"Yes ... it's on the news ... right now ... you heard?"
"No, I dreamt about it. Extinction event," I said.
"That's what they're saying ... maybe, though ... maybe it's too early they say... to know for sure, they need more data or something, I don't know, but I'm scared," She rambled on in her terror.
I held her close, her body trembling against mine. My own eyes welling up too, tears began to roll down my face.
"Here, let's sit down," I said, pulling her over to the sofa.
I put my arms around her again and tried to console her.
"It's going to be ok. We're going to be ok. Where's Margaret?" I asked.
"At work, but she called ... she's coming straight home ... she'll be here in a few minutes. Joan, I don't want to die." Lilly said, putting her head on my chest, then she began sobbing in earnest.
"I know ... but we all do." I whispered. I held her tight and waited for her to calm down.
The front door opened and Margaret entered and set her briefcase down, then put her purse and car keys on the table in the entrance hall.
"What's wrong?" Margaret asked, indicating Lilly.
"She's scared," I said.
"Well, fuck yeah, so am I," Margaret told me. Margaret's the stronger of the two. She sat on the sofa, on the other side of Lilly and wrapped her arms around both of us.
"They're saying on the news there's a chance it might miss us." Margaret reported.
"It doesn't," I said.
"How could you know that?" Margaret challenged.
"My dreams," I told her, "it's already hit in my dream."
"Oh my god," Margaret said.
"But we're okay, all of us," I reassured her, "in my dream."
"You're sure?" Lilly lifted her head and said through sniffles.
"It's my dream, that's all I can tell you." I admitted.
"Her dreams have always proved right before," Margaret reassured Lilly.
"I know, that's how we all met," Lilly said, sounding better ... less terrified.
"What happens when it hits?" Margaret asks.
"I dont know ... it's mostly fuzzy. Like when you wake up from a dream but can't recall any details."
"Damn," was all Margaret could say.
"I don't know exactly what happens, I just sense we're alright... after. Best I can do at the moment." I tell them.
"That's how it was with her sex dreams," Margaret reassured Lilly, "details came out over time. She'd remember more details each night when she'd repeat the dream."
"I'm still scared," Lilly admits.
"I know sweetheart," l say, as I kiss the tears from Lilly's eyes and cheeks.
"Mmmm, that's nice."
Margaret joins in and kisses Liily's neck, making her shudder.
"We need something to take our minds off this," I suggested. I stood and took Lilly's hand and pulled her up off the sofa.
"What are you doing?"
"Come on ... you'll see, you too Margaret, come along," I told them.
I led them both upstairs to Margaret's bedroom ... her's is the largest bed, a king.
"Hold your arms up," I told Lilly as she stood at the foot of Margaret's bed. She did as I asked.
I bent down and grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it swiftly up over her head, rendering her naked from the waist up. Below her waist she wore only a thong.
I stood in front of Lilly and looked admiringly at her perfect body. She was truly mersin escort gorgeous, easily a top model if she'd chosen to go that route. Instead, she was an escort who commanded over a thousand dollars an hour, maybe two. Who had been flown all over the world to be 'eye candy' of the rich and sometimes famous, even though she wasn't sexually attracted to men; it was just a job to her. But, she must be a really good fuck to get to get that kind of money. I know I thought she was a good fuck, good thing she prefered girls, because, I could never afford her, otherwise.
I leaned in and took her perfect breast in my mouth, sucking her hard nipple between my lips. My tongue flicked rapidly over it. I heard Lilly moan with pleasure.
"Is this taking your mind off stuff?" I whispered. "Margaret, help me out here."
Margaret was already clued in to what I was trying to do to distract Lilly. She had quickly undressed and was kneeling in front of Lilly, her face buried in Lilly's inviting pussy.
I heard Margaret lapping at Lilly's cunt, heard Lilly moaning and groaning, I felt Lilly trembling with excitement as I feasted on her breasts. I could sense Lilly was nearing her climax already. When she cried out, her knees gave way, so I held her and lowered her to the bed just behind her as Margaret continued to ravage Lilly's clit.
I went to Margaret's bedside table and retrieved her strapless dildo that I knew she kept in the drawer. I inserted the bulbous end in my own wet pussy, thus, giving me the appearance of a woman with a large cock. I approached Margaret from behind as she continued eating out Lilly's cunt. Without foreplay, I rammed the ten inch monster into her dripping wet hole.
"Oh god yes Joan, fuck me hard baby ... oh fuck that's so good ..." she yelled, as I started slamming into her over and over.
I heard Lilly grunting louder too as my thrusts pushed Margaret's mouth into Lilly's clit.
I reached behind me and twisted the knob for the dildo's vibe. Margeret screamed and I let out a mighty groan as my pussy was suddenly on fire with pleasure; sending jolts of bliss through my body. Lilly was nearing another orgasm. We all three came at virtually the same time with all of us screaming and writhing in ecstasy.
We all collapsed together, limbs intertwined and draped over each other. We kissed each other, stroked and caressed lovingly - afterall, we were each very much in love with the other two.
"Thank you Joan," Lilly said, "I don't know what I'd do without you. And, without you, too, Margaret."
We all hugged again, a very long comforting embrace.
"What are we going to do? About ... you know ..." Lilly asked.
"We'll be alright. We have over a year and a half before they say it arrives." I pointed out.
"Mankind will, no doubt, mount some sort of effort to divert it, or blow it up, or something." Margaret speculated.
"Yes, but in my dream it hit. That's all I know, no details are clear. Except, I know we are okay. At least, none of us are killed or hurt from it," I told them.
"So, what do we do? I'm still scared shitless," Lilly admitted.
"For now, we wait and see if I get more from my dreams, like when I dreamed of you two and I remembered more and more each day. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll know more," I said.
We didn't talk much more about it then. We decided it was time for an after sex shower - Margaret has a huge shower in her ensuite. We played in the shower until we all looked like prunes, and, we all had at least one more orgasm, I had several. It's why they call me Miss Insatiable.
That night, no one wanted to be alone, so we all cuddled in Margaret's king sized bed and slept together. At some point in the night I felt someone tonguing my pussy. I came quickly and fell back to sleep. The next morning I woke up before Margarget or Lilly.
I realized I'd been dreaming, but I wasn't as terrified as I had been the first two mornings. Anxious maybe, but not afraid, per se.
"Joan ... what do you remember?" Lilly whispered.
"That's okay. I'm awake," Margaret said, sleepily.
"Hold on, I need to write it down." I told them.
I grabbed the pen and little notebook I'd left on the nightstand for just that purpose and started scribbling as fast as I could. When I was finished, I recounted to Lilly and Margaret what I remembered and recorded in my notebook.
"First, the reason we aren't hurt or killed by the impact is that it hits on the other side of the planet. Asia mostly, and India. China too. There's widespread devastation. Millions die. I think, and I'm not really certain here, that we, mankind, did something that helped mitigate the impact, but whatever they did, didn't prevent it," I explained.
"So, we'll be okay. God, you can't believe how much better I feel," Margaret said.
"No, that's not all. There's something more and it's not good, but I can't really see it."
"Shit," they both said, simultaneously.
"Maybe tomorrow I'll get more if I'm still having the dreams," I said
"Oh my mersin escort bayan god, should we tell someone? The police, or the FBI? Maybe the CIA or somebody." Lilly suggested.
"Ahh ... right, why don't you call them? Here's how it will go ... 'Hi, my name is Lilly and I live with this woman who's having these dreams about what's going to happen with the asteroid. Let me give you the details ...' do you know what will happen? They will come and take you away to a nice institution and give you strong drugs for your mental illness," I told her.
"Hmmm ... hadn't thought of that."
"We're on our own girls," Margaret said. "Let's wait and see what else we can learn from Joan's dreams and then make a plan on how to deal with it."
We all agreed. There wasn't much else we could do.
We went about our day pretty much normally. When everyone was home that evening, we had dinner, then sat around most of the evening sipping wine and just making small talk. No one seemed to want to broach the subject of doomsday.
One thing we did agree on, which was to all sleep together, from now on.
"I just feel more secure when I can reach out in the night and touch you both. It makes me feel safe," Margaret said.
"Yeah, me too," Lilly added, "I love you both so much. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside being next to you ... feeling your warm bodies touching mine."
"Yeah, but that's because you're in the middle. I get a cold draught on my backside," I said, trying to keep things light.
"Oh Joan ..." Lilly said.
We went to bed, and again, as agreed, we all slept in the same bed.
The next morning, I woke up and started writing immediately, recording everything I remembered from the dream. The same dream as each night before, just with more details remembered.
"Okay girls, here's what I got. It's going to get cold. Really cold. You've heard of nuclear winter, like they say would happen after an all out nuclear war? It's pretty much the same thing from this asteroid thingy. It will be sorta like an ice age, or maybe a mini-ice age, and it will come on rapidly ... in just a year or less."
"Oh my god," both Margaret and Lilly said.
"We're going to have to move. If we stay here, we'll freeze and probably starve. Food is going to be a problem. Widespread famine, even here in the U.S. We need to be near the equator," I told them, and noted the shocked expressions on their faces.
"Oh shit!" Lilly exclaimed.
"Likewise," Margaret said.
"We need to buy some property in a country near the equator. Hopefully, a stable country with a strong police force or military to keep civil order. We will need to stock up on food, things with a long shelf life. Canned goods, rice, I don't know what else, we'll have to do research. We will need to be self-sufficient, and have a well for water, we'll plant crops, maybe have livestock. And we'll need to learn survival skills, take martial arts training and buy guns and learn how to use them," I told them.
"Holy fuck!" Lilly said.
"We'll need money. I've got about twenty thousand in savings and I can cash in my IRAs ... don't know how much is there. I don't really pay attention to the statements they send me every quarter, but whatever I've got, I'll share with you guys," I said.
"I've got a hundred thousand in savings and investments. If we're moving, I can sell this place and maybe get four hundred thousand," Margaret offered.
"I've got several million in the bank and investments. The escort business has been good to me," Lilly admitted.
"Holy fuck, Lilly," I said. "We'll need to start buying food and supplies right away. The closer this thing gets to earth, the higher prices will go. I suspect others may already be buying up stuff. We'll need to hurry."
Over the ensuing months, we purchased food in various forms (canned, freeze dried, MREs from military surplus) in quantities that should last the three of us at least five years. And medical supplies, including antibiotics, and strong painkillers. We rented warehouse space in a secure facility and had all the crates marked as things like: condoms, Halloween costumes, etc. Anything that would be useless for survival.
We bought generators, solar panels, wind generators and all the electronics needed to hook them up and spare parts to repair them when needed.
We took martial arts classes, classes on farming, raising livestock, and living off the land skills. We bought books, 'how to' books on various subjects critical to being self-sufficient.
We looked for land, enough to grow crops to keep us alive. Deciding to keep the canned food, etc, to supplement us if the crops failed, or if the weather became extreme, or whatever.
We also sought to increase our rapidly dwindling money supply. Only Lilly had a serious income stream.
"Okay, I have an idea on how to make more money, quickly," I said, early on in our preparations.
"I give up, what have you got?" Margaret said.
"Lilly, could you take Margaret and I into your, ahh, 'business' escort mersin where we each could make hundreds of dollars an hour?" I asked.
"Oh fuck, yes ... I could, easily. That's a great idea. You're both beautiful. You could each get at least a thousand an hour. And as doomsday gets closer, we'll up the price - there will be lots of people who will want to fuck one last time before the 'END' I bet," Lilly postulated.
Margaret was a little reluctant at first, since she was totally lesbian. Lilly said there were a fair number of women who wanted to pay for sex. Margaret could service all of them for our 'business' enterprise. Lilly and I would handle the men.
We quickly started bringing in over a hundred thousand a month, between the three of us. And it increased every month from there. We used my old apartment for "in-call" appointments. As unsettling as the impending disaster was, I had a ball fucking so many strangers. I've always been a slut at heart.
We started looking for property that would suit our purpose. We looked in several different countries through intermediaries and settled on Costa Rica. Not on the equator, but close enough. We bought a small farm with fields for grazing for cattle, acres of cleared land for crops, plus lots of bananas and other tropical fruits. It had a barn and house already on the property.
We contracted for improvements to the buildings, such as turning the house and barn into small fortresses, including hi tech security measures in case people started going crazy and wanted to take all of our supplies from us. Or, just as likely, 'men' who would decide that three beautiful women needed to be 'protected' (and fucked constantly). We would all have, at the very least, Glocks on our hips at all times, plus, having AR-15s slung over our shoulders (fully automatic) - these would be merely our 'visible' armaments. We'd have more powerful stuff tucked away, just in case.
We also decided we needed more people. We talked to friends - strong women we thought could handle the work and stress of surviving independently of the outside world. Gradually, we expanded our numbers to over a dozen. Many of the girls also joined our escort business and agreed to contribute ninety percent of their earnings to the communal pot, the rest of the women we recruited contributed whatever savings they had. We bought even more food. All the new girls went to the same classes we had gone to, including learning to speak Spanish. We added a new wing to the house ... all bedrooms and bathrooms. Thankfully, one of the girls was a physician's assistant who had all the skills of an MD, just not the title. A couple were registered nurses.
The months passed and my dreams had stopped after a few weeks. Toward the end, they had become redundant and were offering little new information as to what was coming.
Margaret sold her house and we all moved down to the tropics about six months before impact. We converted a good portion of our funds into gold, and some to diamonds. A large safe had been installed for our money, as well as, for our weapons and ammo.
We planted crops. One of the new girls who had joined us had grown up on a farm and went to an agricultural college. Sally became our farm manager. All the girls were assigned jobs around the farm. Many of us who had been turning tricks back home, picked up new clients in nearby San Josè, the nation's capital, so money kept pouring in and we didn't have to touch our savings - we figured that would change after impact.
We were as ready as we could be... until the police arrived. We were informed of certain local taxes (read bribes) we had to pay every month as long as some of us were working as escorts ... known as putas locally.
We paid the bribe money, and we also offered the cop in charge a sample of our services, making sure to secretly record the whole session for his wife, should such leverage ever become necessary. I volunteered for the assignment. The cop liked it rough, but then, so do I on occasion. He was a very typical latin macho male type and kept calling me puta over and over as he fucked me silly. As much as I adore making love with Lilly and Margaret, I also really love having a nice cock inside me from time to time.
As we were undressing for our romp in the hay, the Captain couldn't stop staring at the Glock on my belt.
"Hey, Señorita, you know how to use that thing?" he said in heavily accented English, as I placed my weapon on the nightstand next to the bed, and within easy reach. I didn't worry that he might grab it and try to use it against me, all of our weapons were special. They had sensors which allowed them to be fired by only one person. If anybody but me tries to fire my gun, the trigger just doesn't do anything, not even click.
"Si Señor, I can put three between your eyes at fifty paces," I told him with my sweetest smile. I wasn't lying. Then, I put his dick in my mouth ... he seemed nervous.
As D-Day got closer, we watched the news faithfully - we had a satellite dish.
People around the world were going nuts. Demonstrating and protesting, as if someone could just pass a law or somehow cancel the asteroid. And partying, there were lots of parties all over the world ... eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow ...