0 comments/ 9429 views/ 4 favorites Awoken By: fungetter I can't seem to stop thinking about you. All I can think of are your lips on mine, your hands caressing my body, your flesh pressed tight to my own. Tonight, I'm taking you from your dreams into mine. I've prepared myself specially, just for you. I seem to do it anyways, whenever you're on my mind. I subconsciously dress sexier, use more "va-va-voom" make-up, and have a particular sway in my hips that makes me feel like a sizzling temptress. I've put on my favorite scent, all the right places are shaved smooth, and I'm wearing my sexiest lingerie. With careful hands, I lift your comforter and sheets and slide in beside you, taking care not to unduly jounce the bed. I want to keep you asleep for as long as I can. I snuggle close, barely touching, but enough to breathe in your scent as I press feather-light kisses along the nape of your neck, trailing down your spine and back up. My fingers gently rub your shoulders, and I hear your murmur quietly in your sleep. My touch eases, but stays steady and constant, and soon you are at peace again, relaxed and comfortable in your warm cocoon. My fingers ease down your side, reaching your bare hips. I smile in delight, knowing that you haven't disappointed me in your habits. Tonight, as usual, you are sleeping nude... which gives me wonderful access. Draping my arm lightly over your waist, I let my fingers dangle temptingly at your groin. My sensitive fingertips brush your velvety softness, and I chuckle quietly as your member jumps as if in surprise. In a teasing mood, I let my finger circle the tip gently, over and over, with just enough firmness to not tickle. You respond easily, your breathing already getting deeper and rougher even as your cock begins to harden, thrusting into my hand in eager anticipation. You shift, rolling onto your back, and my breathing quickens as my imagination runs more wild than the throbbing in my pussy. Eager to wake you, I move carefully on your bed to position my moist hotbox over your face, hovering in the perfect spot for you to inhale my feminine arousal. Too horny to go slow, I lower my head over your rapidly growing cock and breathe hot air onto your tip. It jumps, and opening my mouth, I engulf your head into the wet heat of my mouth, cradling your entire on my tongue, my lips kissing the skin at your base. I pause there, your shaft half-flaccid in my mouth, and let the situation sink into your dreams. I don't even have to wait, for you continue hardening, and I moan in delight. I feel you shift again beneath me, and I gasp through your cock, legs wobbling slightly, as I feel your tongue follow the deep crevice between my smooth pussy lips. Heat washes through my core, almost making me black out, but your tip butting against the back of my throat keeps me in reality, and I swallow reflexively, trying to keep from gagging. My knees almost buckle as your talented tongue finds my swollen clit, swirling and suckling it. In a desperate attempt to keep you going, I begin deep-throating you, rising up to your tip, swirling my tongue, then delving back down, kissing your base, before rising up again. My hips buck against your mouth, grinding your lips in near ecstasy. I shudder as your tongue sheathes itself inside, pistoning in and out of my delicious depths even as I bob on your shaft. I moan as best I can through my mouth-ful of cock, and grab your hands to place them on my breasts, having you cup their heavy fullness in your palms, letting you feel my pebbled nipples. I can feel your guttural moan vibrating my pussy, and I raise my head, licking my lips. "You like this for an alarm clock, baby? You enjoy waking up to a bare pussy straddling your face? Or do you just like that I was swallowing your cock?" You don't answer, and I collapse onto my elbows as you give my nipples an extra hard pinch while nibbling my sensitive clit between your sharp front teeth, shuddering from the onslaught of sensations. "Oh fuck, baby... you always know how to get me going." I grind into your mouth, greedily begging for more, but you turn your head in denial. It's okay; I know what you want. I know you want to pound my tight cunt... I know you want my luscious tits hanging above your face while I ride you... I know, quite simply, that you want me as much as I want you. Swinging a leg over, I turn to face you. Kneeling by your side, I lean down, kissing you, letting my nipples scrape against your chest. You give a guttural grunt, saying to me, "Take off that fucking nightgown, sexy." I oblige immediately, peeling it off over my head and tossing it to the floor. Not saying a word, you grab my hips, and looking into your eyes, I straddle you, slowly impaling my dripping wet cunt with your rigid shaft, throwing my head back in delight as I release a long, low moan. Seated, I rock forward and back, my nails raking across your chest as I make a tempo. Your hands hasten my journey, and soon I'm riding you fast, flesh making a slapping sound as it meets your own. Your hands slide down to my asscheeks, cupping them firmly, as you adjust and guide my movements to meet your own firm thrusts. Soon, this isn't enough, and you twist, turning us together so that now it's my own back on the bed, while you are on your knees, pounding yourself into my eager body. I grab your wrists firmly, staring at you as I groan and writhe with your movements. My hips rise to meet yours, and I move your hands to my tits, begging you, "Please, baby, grab me, squeeze me. I need your hands on me!" You oblige, a wicked glint in your eye as you roughly knead my mounds. I throw my head back, an almost feral cry emerging from my throat followed by frenzied, heavy breathing as I try to stave off my orgasm. "Don't fight it, babe," you urge me, "I'm aching to feel you." Encouraged, I tighten my insides, gripping you tightly, enjoying the feel of you pumping in and out. "Look at me," you whisper hoarsely, and I open my eyes half-way, trying to focus on you, but before I can, convulsions wrack my frame, and I shudder ferociously, my head thrown back to release loud cries of ecstasy. Barely have I drift back to earth before your hand reaches between us to stimulate my already highly-sensitized clit. I cry out again, going straight back to my orgasm, my legs wrapping around your waist to pull you in closer. Dimly, through the haze, I feel you reach your own release, made more recognizable by the way you twist my breasts in your palms. Panting, you rest on your elbows, kissing my face and nuzzling my neck, and I turn tiredly to kiss your lips. "Give me half a hour of sleep," I whisper with a smile, "and I'll give you another good ride." Awoken Author's Note: All participants are over the age of 18. This is my first submission and constructive criticism is appreciated. I hope you enjoy. ***** "Anybody home?!" Matt shouted into the quiet house. He let the front door close behind him as he dropped his backpack next to his suitcase. "Hello?" "Matt?" The voice came from behind him was a woman's and was at the same time strange and familiar. Turning around, Matt saw a blonde blur before he was almost bowled over by a person about a head shorter than he was. He felt slim but strong arms wrap around her chest and smelled a familiar scent of strawberries. Jen. There was a great sense of calm that Matt felt at his sister's arms around him. He had been away at college for a full 8 months without coming home and didn't realize how much he missed his family until then. Matt glanced down to confirm his suspicions and indeed saw a blonde head resting against his chest. With a smile, Matt took Jen by the shoulders and pushed her back to examine her. "See I've got a sister," he said with a smile. "But you are waayyyy blonder than she is!" Jen smiled back and gave her hair a little flip. "Do you like it bro?" Matt opened his mouth to speak, but was momentarily lost for words. It wasn't the hair that struck him dumb, but his sister herself. When he had left for college in September, Jen had been growing into womanhood, still awkwardly trying to find herself. Yet over the last few months, she had grown into an amazing woman. Matt had seen pictures from her 18th birthday that had hinted at her beauty, but to behold her now, he was speechless. Gone were the braces and glasses with scraggly hair and instead was a perfect smile set against soft, smooth skin. Her now blonde hair fell gracefully onto her shoulders, resting on the blue tank top she wore. The fabric hugged her body, her breasts perfectly round and pushing on the straps. Her legs were bare, her hips and ass tucked into a pair of jean shorts that left little to the imagination. Matt's breath was taken away as he beheld the woman before him "Seriously do you like it?" Jen asked again. "I'm starting to feel self-conscious" "No!" Matt said quickly. "It looks great." Jen smiled and gave him another big hug. "I'm glad you're home. I've really missed you." As she turned and walked away, Matt couldn't help but watch the gentle sway of Jen's ass as she sauntered off. He was distracted enough that he stood there for a few minutes after, painfully aware of how hard his cock had gotten looking at his sister. Carrying his bags upstairs, Matt tossed them onto his bed and made his way back downstairs. Hearing the TV in the den, Matt followed the sound to find Jen sprawled on the couch watching some show about housewives of some city. Pretending not to see her, Matt went and started to sit on her stomach. "Hey! Cut it out!" Jen said with a laugh. "Oh sorry," Matt said with mock sincerity. "Didn't see you there." Jen slapped his shoulder and sat up. "Bastard." "Oh you know it," Matt laughed, settling into the couch. "Where are mom and dad?" "The Dominican." "What?!" Jen laughed. "Yeah they didn't tell you. One of their friends had a deal or something like that so they are on vacation for another week." "And they left you alone?" "I'm 18 now thanks," Jen said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not a little kid anymore." Matt was almost too eager to agree with her. "No you aren't." Jen rested her head on her brother's shoulder. "I've really missed you. It isn't the same not having you around the house." Almost instinctually, Matt wrapped his arm around her, resting his palm on the side of her stomach. He pulled her close to him, feeling the warmth of her body as she tucked her legs under her and snuggled even closer into him. He felt the slow rise and fall of her chest as she lay against him and to Matt, nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. After a few minutes, Jen tilted her head up to him and Matt looked down at her. Jen's lips were barely parted and it looked as if she wanted to say something, but the longer the gaze lasted, the more intense it seemed to get. Maybe it was Matt's wishful thinking, but he could've sworn Jen was about to kiss him. But the moment passed and Jen laid her head back down on his shoulder, this time shifting her position so her breasts were firmly against Matt's body. Not for the first time today, Matt felt a stirring in his groin and was suddenly worried his sister might notice. He didn't have the biggest cock in the world, but he was pretty well endowed and his shorts were loose enough to betray his erection. Matt shifted a little but his hand slipped down and he only managed to grab his younger sister's ass. "You bad boy," Jen mock scolded. "Were you trying to grab my ass?" "I, uh, no..." Matt started, suddenly embarrassed and stuttering. This only made Jen laugh more. "It's okay brother," she said giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "You're not the first guy to go crazy over my ass." Jen got up off the couch and made her way outside, exaggerating the shaking of her hips for Matt's viewing as she walked away. Through the sliding door Matt saw her push the jean shorts to her ankles revealing a tiny red bikini bottom and pulled her tank top off to reveal an equally small top. The fabric barely covered her areola and offered a magnificent view of her breasts and ass. Jen's bronze body had seen a lot of sunlight and she kept it in great shape. Almost instantly, the erection Matt had been staving off was at full salute. As Jen splashed into the pool, Matt made his way upstairs to his room, quickly closing the door behind him. He pulled his cock from his pants, all seven inches of meat laying in his hand as he frantically and almost desperately started to stroke it. Matt tried to think of porn stars or celebrities that he would fuck but his mind went back to Jen over and over again. He imagined her soft lips pressed against his, imagined her tight little body wrapped around his shaft, imagined her moans of pleasure as they fucked. It didn't' take long for him to finish, coming into a sock like he had back in high school. His orgasm was intense, and it left him flushed and breathing hard. Matt cleaned himself up then collapsed in bed. He told himself that all he needed was a nap; that he was horny after not getting laid for two months and this was just a manifestation of that. He told himself he didn't want to fuck his little sister, but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't the truth. Matt pulled off the remainder of his clothes and lay on top of the sheets in his boxers. His mind wandered, but it wasn't long before he fell asleep. Matt was awakened by a bouncing sensation and awoke with a start to see Jen straddling him, bouncing the both of them up and down on the bed. "Wake up!" She shouted, her damp hair falling like a curtain around them. It took Matt a few seconds to fully awaken but the realization of his circumstance didn't take long to register. Every time Jen bounced, she was landing her still wet bikini clad pussy right on top of Matt's boxers and his growing erection. "Come on," Jen repeated. "Get up!" "I, uh, just give me a sec sis." "What is this distracting you?" she asked, increasing the speed of her bouncing. "Fuck yeah it's distracting me," Matt said quickly, "Knock it off." Jen stopped bouncing for a minute and leaned in, bringing her face right to Matt's. "Make me." With a grin, Matt rolled over, pinning her underneath him. They had played this game for years as children, even though Matt had always been the stronger of the two. As she had grown, Jen had become stronger too, and now she was wrestling Matt and giving him a run for his money. The two of them rolled around on the bed, each trying to get the upper hand on the other. Jen squealed and laughed as they rolled around until finally she grabbed a pillow and hit Matt over the head with it. In defeat, Matt lay down on the bed as though he'd been knocked out, supine and at her mercy. Jen straddled Matt and raised her arms in victory, but instead of a smile, her face took a more serious look. As Matt caught his breath from the exertion and laughing, he realized in the struggle he had become fully erect again and Jen was sitting right on his boner. Jen seemed transfixed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Matt was aware of how warm her crotch was pressed up against his. He tried to shift himself, but only managed to rub his hard cock right over Jen's pussy. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn't move away. Matt propped himself up and looked at her. "I'm sor..." Jen put her finger to his lips. Hesitantly leaning forward, Jen pressed her lips gently to Matt's. They sat like that for almost a minute, their lips barely touching, feeling their bodies pressed against each other's. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," Jen whispered when the kiss was broken. "Would it be crazy if I said I wanted to do it too?" "No," she said with a smile. "You know why I never stayed with any of my boyfriends?" "Why?" "They weren't you." "But I'm your brother." "So?" Jen leaned forward and kissed Matt again, this time deeply and passionately, pressing herself against his body, grinding their crotches together as their mouths danced together. Jen ran her tongue over Matt's lips and he responded by sucking it gently. They ran their hands over each other's body, reveling in how the other felt. Jen was rocking her hips over Matt's cock, grinding her barely covered pussy against it with frantic desire. Matt's hands slid down to her ass, pressing her harder against him as he matched her thrusts with his own. The second time Jen broke the kiss. She gazed into Matt's eyes, her own filled with desire. She reached to her back and undid the strap of her bikini. She let the fabric fall away onto the ground and she gently caressed herself as Matt watched. "Do you like them?" she asked, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Matt pulled her close for another kiss. "I love them" he whispered in her ear. Sitting her up again, he kissed down her neck, her chest until he reached her bare breast. Jen's nipple was hardening in the cool air conditioning and Matt sucked it into his warm mouth. Jen gasped in pleasure, continuing the slow grind as her hands caressed the back of Matt's head. After a few minutes of one nipple, Matt switched to the other with the same effect. Jen's breathing was becoming more ragged as Matt's careful ministrations continued, her panties were soaked with desire and her crotch radiated heat as she straddled her big brother. "Matt?" she said, barely able to whisper. "Yes?" "I want to suck your cock" Matt leaned back from her breasts and smiled. "Then go ahead." Sliding down the bed, Jen slowly worked her brother's shorts to his ankles, unleashing his cock from its fabric. Jen felt her pulse quicken as she saw his wide and long Matt's cock was. She had always imagined how big it was, but finally feeling the hard, hot meat in her hand was more amazing than she had imagined. Slowly, she leaned forward, licking the pre-cum from the tip before she swirled her tongue around his head. "Fuck you're so good at that," Matt groaned "Mmmmm you ain't seen nothing yet big brother" Jen took a breath then slowly sucked his cock into her mouth. She could feel her mouth spread a little as she took his cock deeper into her mouth, sucking gently. Matt's tip left her mouth with a pop, leaving a trail of spit behind it. Jen took it, rubbing Matt's shaft and getting it wet with her saliva. Then she really went to work, bobbing up and down on his cock, pushing it as deep as she could into her mouth before pulling it out with a gasp. Matt was beginning to twitch and jump with pleasure as Jen sucked him. He could feel his head touching the back of Jen's throat as she gagged on him. Matt held his breath for a moment, caressing his sister's hair. "You're gonna make me cum" he whispered. Jen smiled as she pulled his cock from her mouth. "Mmmm not yet handsome. You gotta make me cum first." Matt grinned as he sat up, giving Jen a quick kiss as they changed positioned. He spread her legs, moving his face closer to her panties. He could smell the sweetness of her sex as he saw the dampness on the fabric. He slowly moved her underwear to one side, exposing her slit. Starting at the very bottom, Matt slowly ran his tongue up the length of her pussy as Jen gasped and moaned loudly. "You like that little sister?" Jen didn't answer, but tightened her grip on her brother's hair as her legs trembled on the soft mattress. Matt dove back in with gusto, licking and sucking as Jen practically screamed in pure pleasure. He watched for moment as her juices dripped from her pussy down her asshole and onto the bed. Matt licked up every drop her could, his tongue teasing his sister's asshole as he did so. She jumped and squealed with delight. "You're gonna make me cum big brother." The words were barely a whisper. Jen's breathing was ragged, her moans now simply gasps as she felt her orgasm building inside her. Her words did nothing but spurn Matt on as he slipped his tongue inside her wet slit, teasing and toying her clit, desiring nothing more in that moment than to taste his little sister's cum. It wasn't long before Jen's back was arched, her pussy grinding against Matt's face, her heart pounding, legs shaking as the orgasm crashed over her. She settled back down to the bed, legs twitching as she looked down at Matt. It seemed to Jen she had never seen Matt smiling so big. She could see her wetness on his face and was even more aroused as she saw Matt sticking his tongue out as far as he could to clean her juice from his face. As Matt finished cleaning his face, Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. They sat and kissed for what seemed to Jen like blissful hours, though it was only a matter of minutes. She felt Matt's warm, hard body pressed up against hers and knew there was only one way the night could end. Without breaking the kiss, Jen leaned back in bed, pulling her brother with her. Reaching down to his pulsing cock, she gave a few short strokes before she guided it to her aching pussy. Matt suddenly broke the kiss and tried to move away, but Jen's arms were around his neck and he couldn't move far. "But Jen," Matt whispered. "We are..." "I know," she whispered back. "We are brother and sister and it's wrong and taboo and we shouldn't do it and I don't care. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me yours because I've always been yours." Matt's heart nearly burst from his chest as he listened. He saw his sister, the woman, not just the little toddler who he annoyed and the younger sister who had always followed him. He saw that she was a woman. Saw that she was his woman. Without another word, Matt positioned himself over her and started to slide himself into her warm wet pussy. The head parted her lips and spread her wide as he slipped inside her. Jen gasped and moaned, body trembling with delight as Matt went deeper and deeper inside of her, her wetness providing more than able lubrication for him Jen moaned loudly, holding Matt close as she felt him enter her. She could feel her pussy stretch around his hard cock and it felt to her like something she was missing her whole life had been returned to her. The pair paused as Matt slid completely inside her, his balls resting against her asshole. The two stared into each other's eyes as they savored the sensation of one another. Matt gasped as he saw tears slowly running down Jen's cheeks. "Jen..." he started, and began to pull away from her. Jen immediately wrapped her legs around him, pinning him inside her. "Don't," she whispered. "It's okay." "Then why?" he asked, his hand moving to her face to wipe away the tears. Jen smiled and kissed him tenderly. "Because you belong inside me. It's just...perfect." Matt leaned in and kissed her deeply. His arms wrapping around her as he began slowly rocking himself inside her. Almost immediately their breathing became heavier as Jen thrust her hips up to match his strokes. She gasped each time she felt the full length of his shaft inside her, her hands moving over her brother's back as his tempo increased. The slapping sound of their bodies echoed in the still house, both so engrossed in one another that the world around seemed to fade away. Matt's strokes her coming hard and fast now, his cock burying itself to the hilt inside Jen's soaked pussy. Bringing one hand to his tongue, Matt licked and sucked the tips, getting them wet with his spit before moving down to circle Jen's clit. His touch had an immediate effect as Jen sat upright almost immediately, mouth open and panting with delight. Her fingernails dug into Matt's back as thrust upwards to his hand and cock. Without warning, Jen's body went stiff, and a loud groan emanated from her throat. She pulled herself to Matt as she came, her pussy spasming around his hard cock. As the orgasm receded, Jen caught her breath and looked into her brother's eyes. "I want to ride you big brother." Switching positions took a matter of seconds. Matt held his cock upright in his hand as he watched his sister lower herself onto it. There was no hesitation this time, no slowness as she took his full length immediately and started to ride him hard and fast. Matt's hands grabbed her ass as he thrust into her. Jen sat up and leaned back, savoring the cool air on her bare breasts, teasing her rock hard nipples as she felt her brother slamming her pussy. Matt watched his sister above him, her body bare and warm, glistening with a soft layer of sweat. Her pussy was wrapped tight around his shaft, her juices running down his balls and legs, more dripping out with each thrust. Matt slowed his pace, feeling his orgasm close and not wanting the moment to end. He leaned forward and took one of her breasts roughly in his mouth, sucking hard on her sensitive nipple, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Jen gasped and moaned, her hands finding the back of Matt's head and pressing himself into her breast, wishing the entire globe could disappear into his mouth. Jen ground herself down on his cock, savoring the hard meat inside her and judging by her brother's increased breathing that he was close to orgasm. She bounced herself hard, fingers caressing every part of him she could as she felt him pound her again and again. "I'm gonna come Jen." She needed no more encouragement. Jen rode him as hard as she could, squeezing him inside her as she bounced on his shaft. Matt put his hands on her hips and started to lift her off him so her could come, but Jen pushed herself down on him, pinning him in the bed and preventing his removal. Two thrusts later and Jen felt his hot come inside her, coupled with a loud groan for her brother. Jen rocked a few more times on his deflating cock before collapsing onto his chest. The two didn't move for a while, their breathing hard and their hearts still pounding in their chests. Jen felt Matt's cock deflating inside her, felt the warmth of his come as it slowly leaked out of her, mixed with her own. "That was..." Jen started to say, but trailed off, unable to find the words. "Amazing?" Matt asked. She giggled. "That doesn't seem to do it justice" Matt laughed at that. "So true." He sighed as she snuggled closer to him, his arms wrapped around her protectively. They lay in Matt's bed for a long time without speaking; the sweat and come that mixed between their bodies spoke more than they ever could. With a sigh, Jen sat up and moved to stand. Her legs were still a little shaky but she walked to the foot of the bed and picked up a towel lying there. She wrapped it around her body and went back to her brother. Awoken "I'm going to take a shower," she said. "Then bed I think. Getting fucked by my big brother is hard work." Matt smiled and pulled her down to his lap, kissing her softly and tenderly. "I think I'm gonna have a swim before I call it a night." "Don't wait too long," Jen said with a smile. "I need you rested for what I'm gonna do to you tomorrow." "Goodnight sis," Matt said with a chuckle as she stood. "No," Jen said, suddenly very serious. "Goodnight my love." The words hung in the air for a moment as the two of them processed what that meant. Matt stood and wrapped his arms around Jen, holding her close. "Goodnight my love," he whispered in her ear. Jen smiled, kissed him again, and then walked out of the room, down the hallway and into the bathroom. The room somehow felt empty without Jen next to him. But he took solace in the fact that he knew his sister was probably thinking the same thing about him. Heading downstairs, Matt didn't even bother putting trunks on. He dove into the pool, feeling the cold water wrap him in its dark embrace. The water was crisp, refreshing, and stimulated his mind. Matt replayed over and over what had just happened in his head. He knew he should feel ashamed. He knew it was wrong. And yet every time he replayed the events all he felt was overwhelming love for Jen. With a smile, Matt hopped himself up and sat on the edge of the pool. As he looked up at the night sky, he was free of guilt, free of pain, and filled with the hope and promise of what tomorrow would bring. Awoken in the Night Dreams of fondling fingers frolicking upon her flesh stirred her nether lips with the twinkle of desire. She softly awoke to the realization that she was not dreaming, nor was she alone. A startling cry escaped her lips just before an unfamiliar hand pressed down against her disturbed cry. She felt the weight of a silhouetted figure mounting her in the night. She tried to push, unsuccessfully, another hand grasped her throat. She wished for an instant that she didn't climb naked into bed that night. Her legs were pushed further open by the figure's hips. A prodding sensation against her thigh confirmed her thoughts. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt the violation coming for her. The penetrating glare the man gave her left her fumbling for words and yet submissive to his touch. She screamed a muffled cry for help, his hand held fast against her mouth and the grip on her throat tightened as he stabbed her with his swollen, blood filled lust. He pushed roughly against her, into her, disregarding the lack of moisture to welcome his needs. She was helpless against his pushing and pulling. She sobbed as he continued and in guilt of her secretions. Unsure if she should hate him for doing this to her or if she should like it since it had been so long since a man wanted to use her body for the beautiful dance of lust. She struggled against him, hitting him and slapping at him as he thrust into her. She felt her body being filled delightfully, despite the fact that he was violating her sanctity against her will. He seemed to laugh in the moans he breathed. Tears streamed down her cheek as his breath burned her skin. The sensation of being penetrated scared her and for some reason she could no longer find the words in her head to tell him to stop, much less attempt to speak them through his hand. His rhythm quickened and with each of her cries she found herself moaning deeply inside. Her hips began to buck against his as she continued to strike at him. His thrust only seemed to be urged on ever the more furiously as she fought with him. His lips seared her skin and his teeth sank into her shoulders. Soon she felt his hand slip off of her mouth and grab a hold of her breast, harshly squeezing it. She let a moan slip from her lips in between her sobbing cries almost silent in the background of his huffing. He whispered into her ear as he stabbed her more violently, "You like it don't you, you fucking whore? You've been aching for this fucking cock and as much as you hate me, you can't tell me to stop!" She let out a cry, almost as if in agony, but her hips pushing against his and the clasping of her thighs around his hips told them both of how right he was. She needed this and she was going to take it however he wanted to give it to her. Her cock filled pussy let out squeak after squeak of pleasure as it continuously soaked his advances. He thrust harder into her until she could feel the tip of his cock touching her innermost walls. She struck at him with all of her strength, only to show him how her strength fades in the bliss of an orgasm thundering through her body. "Fucking bitch," the man yelled at her. "I didn't tell you you could fucking cum on my dick!" His hand struck her face and she whimpered, but she couldn't help but to wrap her ankles around, trapping him between her legs. She grabbed a hold of the back of his head and looked him dead in the eyes. The surprise in his eyes left no room for response when she growled at him bucking her hips hard against his penetrating blows, "You're the fucking bitch and you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you!" Her lips pressed against his and in that moment he lost control. Roles had been reversed and his body shuddered in her grasp. She gripped him tightly as she felt his warm sperm spurting inside her body so deliciously naughty. His moans of pleasure matched his finishing thrusts and he soon let his weight collapse upon her petite figure. She pushed into him, slowly stroking his impregnating form inside of her now welcoming river of lust. She would wait patiently for his return. She would wait patiently for him to give her all he had now that he disturbed her peace, now that he had awoken her soul... The blissful moment washed away from his confused mind. Regaining control of his body, his erect form remained steadfast for the thievery he intended. Withdrawing from her body, silken moisture dripped from the tip of his marauding limb. She clung to him as he lifted himself from her. Placing a hand upon her chest, he pushed her down against the bed and bucked his hips forcefully from her clasping thighs. A gentle groan of exasperation escaped her lips before she regained her protest of his evil deeds. A crack broke the near silence in the room as she felt the sting against her thigh. Again the crack resounded in the room with the teasing sting burning her leg. She felt his hands grab her roughly, pushing her against her will. She found herself laying face down and before she could push herself up, his naked warmth pressed against her back. He pinned her down and the hardness of his masculine body poking at her should have disgusted her. However, she found herself secretly wanting to feel it press against her as hard as he could muster, as hard as his strength would permit. "Be careful what you wish for, pretty little thing. I might just give it to you," the intruder softly spoke. At that moment she felt her lips part at the command of his desire. She cried out into the pillow beneath her face as his weapon of choice pierced her flesh, wounding her dripping pussy with a deep thrust that sent chills up her spine. He shifted his hips into place as his face caressed her soft, dark hair. Lips touched against her head as he moved to take her more fully and deeply from behind. Bellowing a moaning sound of pleasure as his erection filled her with blood warmth, heated by his aggressive passion. Thoughts freely floating in her mind mixed with guilty emotions. Confused as he was when she grabbed hold of him, she had no time to debate that this evil was somehow justified and deserved; craved. Her hand pressed at his face, attempting to push him away. Responding to her now feeble attempt at defiance by grabbing a hold of her wrist, pinning it down. His motions slow and steady, she continued to struggle. Soon she found both of her wrists locked down as her body lay pinned beneath his weight. A pleasant crushing as he forced his desires on her; inside of her, leaving her no choice but to be his toy. Still, she fought with him, speaking out in anger, "Get the fuck off me!" Attempting to escape this wonderful nightmare, she kicked her legs and jerked her hips, but his pace seemed to gain momentum the more she struggled. Heated breaths splashed against her body with each penetrating blow. Sobbing into the pillow, still unsure why she kept pace with him. The struggle did nothing but allow him deeper inside of her. The hands that held her wrists in place quickly moved to her back. He pushed down on her with the weight of his upper body, pressing a gasp of air out from her lungs as his cock pressed a gasp of emptiness out from her sweet canal. Anger was welling up inside of her. The kind of anger that was beginning to make her mad. Her thoughts were turning into emotions and her emotions were running more wild than any thought she had ever had from birth to that moment. With her hands free, she again tried to reach his face, but to no avail. Instead she grabbed a hold of his flexing thighs and dug her nails into him. He let out a groan at the pain she gave to him, causing him to thrash her body with the solid spear, impaling her ever the more sharply. She grunted at his increasing aggression and she caught him moaning at her voice. Grunting again, she gripped him hard, trying to draw blood with her nails. The invader grunted aloud and stabbed her at a blazing rhythm. She prepared for his orgasm, awaiting the sensation of his semen splashing inside of her, warmly. This time when he would collapse, she would escape. Struggling against his movements, she bit down into the pillow, muffled grunts mixed with moans. Her grip on his thighs rose to her consciousness as her hands began to feel the need for rest. Trying to match his forceful pace, her hope was to bring him to that moment of calm. Suddenly she felt the sensation between her legs bursting inside of her. Loud moans filled the room, followed by his grunting approval of her pleasure. Exploding into a blissful storm, sending out shrieking cries of wild passion. Her flesh wrapped tightly around his, milking his advances as forceful entries continued in their quickened pace. She shuddered beneath his form, quivering as her body shook with each pummeling blow. His moans changed, such pleasure he felt in her contradictory torture! Devoid of any thought, her emotions failed her in preventing the moans of delight from rewarding him. Her anger guided her to wanting more as she felt her nether region tingle in the moment before another orgasm stripped her of any ruse of defiance. Her anger could fuel her fight, but they both knew fully well that there was no turning back. He was breaking her in and regrets this night would no longer be possible. Her spirit had approached closer than ever before; the summit of knowing nothing beyond her own wants laid before her eyes like sunset upon the western lakes. In this tumultuous night, she had never before felt such need to be needed as she had felt now. Awoken to Fantasy Its late one night, I've been curled up on the sofa in front of the fire reading a book with my cat curled up next to me keeping me company. I look at the top of the fire place and decide its time for bed. I put the book down, turn off the fire and head towards the bedroom. I flick the light switch in the bedroom, but nothing happens, I slowly walk across the bedroom to find the free standing church candle holder that I keep in the corner. I light each of the 6 candles and the room slowly lights up with a soft glowing light. I turn back around and walk over to the bed pulling my jumper over my head as I go, turning momentarily to chuck it over into the wash basket by the door. I kick my trainers off and push them under the bed and slide my trousers down over my hips and let them fall into a heap at my feet. As I step out of the trousers I reach round and undo the clasp of my bra letting the straps slip down over my shoulders, down my arms and eventually letting it fall to the floor. sliding my hands down to my hips I hook my thumbs into the sides of my satin thong and gently slide it down my legs to join the pile of clothes that has now gathered there. I lean forward and pull back the black satin sheets that are on my King-size 4 poster bed and sit on the edge of the mattress. Swinging my legs round, I slide into the middle of the bed, the satin sheets soft against my skin, the soft glowing flames of the candles reflecting in the mirror on the wall, making the room seem so different. I lean back against the pillows and pull the satin sheet up around my shoulders, shivering slightly as the satin tickles my skin. I lie and watch the dancing flames of the candles as I slowly drift off to sleep. I wake up suddenly, it takes me a few seconds but I can sense someone else in the room, I'm lying face down on the bed, and I feel slightly strange. I open my eyes, but I can't see anything, I lie still for a moment, I can feel a strand of my hair across my face, as I go to raise my hand to tuck it behind my ear, I realise I've been tied up. I can't move, and then it dawns on me that I've been blindfolded. My first instinct is to get the hell out of there, heart racing I struggle but I soon realise I'm fighting a loosing battle, not only are my arms tied above my head, but I soon realise that my ankles to have been bound. My minds spinning, trying to work out what's happening to me. I lie still as I try to work out who is in the room with me, is it someone I know? a stranger? is it someone playing a joke? am I in danger? with my mind in overdrive it takes me a couple of seconds to pick up on the sound of someone walking across the room. I dare not breath, so I can hear every move they make. the footsteps come to a halt somewhere to my left hand side, then, again, nothing, I can only sense there being there, I can't hear them or see them, I'm totally reliant on my hearing, but even now that's of no help. Against my better instincts I begin to relax slightly, I can feel the comforting silkiness of the satin beneath me, and the warmth of the covers feel as though they are protecting me from who ever else is in the room with me. The bonds that hold me still feel soft against the skin on my wrists and ankles and the more I begin to relax, the more I realise that my body is starting to respond to the situation I'm in. I'm warm but I get a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my nipples harden against the satin sheets beneath me. I've forgotten about the feeling of someone watching me as I concentrate on the feel of the satin sheets and the bonds that are restraining me. Any normal person by now would be scream and shouting, begging to be untied, but as this thought passes through my mind, I realise that this is always what I've wanted, to be controlled, to be tied up and blindfolded, to be completely at someone else's mercy. Without warning, my thoughts are pushed from my mind, as I feel the satin of the covers above me begin to move down slowly over my body. the satin gently slides down my back, revealing my naked back and shoulders to who ever is in the room with me. The satin stops for a moment then starts again, even more slowly than before, down the small of my back, over my bottom, and down my legs until I am completely uncovered, and completely exposed to my intruder. The feelings of panic start setting in again, Being tied up by someone u trust is one thing, being tied up by someone who's broken into your home is another! I hear footsteps again and breathing, and catch the scent of male after shave. Its a nice one, I can't tell which, but I'm sure its expensive. I breath in the scent, there's something strangely calming about it and again I start to relax. I hear the click of a lighter, I figure the power must still be down as I can smell newly lighted candles now instead of the after shave. The footsteps come back towards the bed and at last I get my first clue as to what's happening, I can feel the side of the bed sink slightly as the person sits down, they lean over and whisper so quietly that I can hardly hear them ' relax, this is your fantasy come true!' not that many people know about my fantasy, so I at least I now know that I know this person! For several minutes nothing happens, I'm left lying there, all I can hear is my heartbeat and his breathing. I try to imagine what he'll do, but I'm so turned on by this point that every thought I have vanishes as quickly as it appears. I don't know how long I've been lying there but it seems live ages now, I'm silently begging him to do something, anything, touch me, say something, anything, yet I'm left there, with still no clue as to what will happen. I begin to get frustrated, the cool night air on my skin is making me shiver in contrast to the heat that is rising between my legs. As if reading my mind, at last, I feel his fingers gently running down my back, and back up over my hip, I moan softly into the pillow as his fingers run lightly up the side of my body, gently brushing against the side of my breast as he carries on up to my shoulders and up to my finger tips. I feel him move slightly on the bed and the feel his hand again, but on the other side of me this time as he repeats the who process again. his hand runs down the back of the top of my leg, down my calf and stops at my ankle, he leaves his hand there for a few seconds, and then starts untying my ankle, then I feel my leg being pushed to the side of the bed, and feel the bond again as my ankle is tied back up. His hand moves across to my other ankle and repeats the same thing again, so by the time he's finished tying me back up, I'm lying face down on the bed spread out for all the world to see . He moves around on the bed again, he doesn't say anything but I swear I can feel him smiling as he looks over me, I know he's looking at me, I can feel his eyes boring into my back, and I can feel them move down over my body as he takes in the sight before him. I'm feeling a little akward, I still don't know who he is, yet I'm letting him do these things to me, I feel a bit of a slut and think about asking him to stop, but as I open my mouth the words are instantly forgotten as his hand slides up the inside of my leg, making me shiver with delight. his hand moves across to the other leg, fingers slowly sliding up the inside of my other leg, but stopping before he reaches where I am beginning to desperately wanting to feel his fingers now. I wriggle slightly and moan in frustration as he carries on with this torture. I hear him laugh quietly as he watches me. He moves his hand away and I cry out in frustration. his fingers start working their way up the sides of my body again, over the curve of my hips, the side of my rib cage then his hands slips beneath me cupping my breasts in his hands. I gasp as his fingers gently circle my erect nipples, the touch of his warm hands against me makes me shiver, his hands gently play with my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples lightly which makes me moan into the pillow. his hands then start moving down, over my ribs and belly and his fingers slide down a little bit at a time, making me wait for what I know is coming next. . . As he slides his hands down I feel the warmth of his breath on my back, his fingers now gently stroking the soft skin above where I really want them. my body arches as his fingers finally slip down to the warmth between my legs that I've been aching for him to touch for so long. his fingers slide down and explore me, taking their time, touching me everywhere. one hand moves up slightly, and his finger starts to gently circle my clit while he pulls his other hand away, within seconds the other hand is back again, between my legs, seeking out the hole that I so desperately want him to fill. the gentleness of his fingers around my clit change tactics, he's fingers start to rub my clit the pressure increasing, and then without warning, he plunges a finger into me, I arch my back as I cry out, this is what I've been waiting for. his actions start to become a little faster, as if he can read what my body is telling him. I can feel warm sensation in the pit of my stomach start to grow, I know I'm near now. Then all of a sudden he stops. Again I cry out, but I can feel him get off the bed and I hear footsteps as they walk away. I lie there, trying to catch my breath, annoyed at being left on the edge like that. I don't know how long he leaves me for, it could have been 20 seconds, but it felt like hours, I don't hear him enter the room again, I'm to caught up in my own feelings to notice. I don't even notice the slight pressure at the end of the bed as he leans forward, the only thing I notice from that point is the feeling that his soft wet tongue is creating as he flicks it lightly over my clit, gently licking and kissing me, teasing and tasting me as his tongue explores the folds of my pussy as I squirm with delight at the new feeling building between my legs. his fingers join in and he slips 2 fingers inside of me as he continues to lick and kiss my clit. his hands move up to my hips and he rolls me over, Its then I realise that the bonds on my ankles have been released. Now lying on my back with my arms still tied up above my head, he lifts my legs slightly and puts when over his shoulders and starts sucking at my clit, occasionally stopping to dart his tongue deep inside me, his hands slide up my body, to my breasts, his thumbs rubbing across my nipples and gently squeezing my breasts at the same time, That feeling in my stomach is getting stronger now, I arch my back, pushing myself against him, grinding myself down on his face, urging him on. His tongue darts deep inside of me again, and as he trails it back towards my clit I can feel my legs starting to shake, its coming, or rather I am, and he knows it, he moves one hand back down and pushes his fingers deep into me, thrusting in and out as he sucks hungrily on my engorged clit, then, as only he knows how, stops sucking and places the gentlest of licks along the length of my clit, tipping me over the edge at the same time, Back arched, his fingers now replaces with his tongue, my body shakes violently and I cry out as the orgasm engulfs me, flooding through me like hot molten lava ripping its way through a tiny mountainside village. I must have drifted off to sleep, I wake up and its day light, my arms have been untied and I'm curled up on my side. I'm smiling, I know who it was now, I know who made my fantasy come true, and as I turn over I smile an even bigger smile as I decide there and then to wake him up in way he won't forget!