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Dream Come True

By: Ryan283



My name is Darren, and I have an interesting story to tell you. It all happened one night when I decided to drop by the local club for the old relaxation combo of wine women and song (mostly the second one, hopefully). I got a few appreciative looks from the ladies in my usual black button-down shirt and lucky blue jeans, and likewise several short skirts and tight tops drew my eye on the dance floor.

Then I saw her. The slits up the sides of her light blue dress showed a generous view of her crossed legs, and was open to leave most of her back bare from the hem at her waist to the string at the back of her neck holding the front up. The way the front of the dress flowed down her body showed a bit of cleavage, as well as a nice glimpse at the side of her breast. Her brunette hair was done up in a way that gave it a cascading look with a few strands falling in front of her face (something I've always found quite sexy). The dress also had detached sleeves that ran from the middle of her upper arms down to her hands, kind of like gloves but leaving her fingers uncovered.

When I see a beautiful lady like that sitting alone, especially one idly circling the rim of her glass with a fingertip while staring into it with a sad smile, I feel compelled to see if I can help brighten up her evening. I couldn't help but smirk at the sound of a good slow song starting as I approached her. Maybe on some subconscious level I knew something special was in the works tonight.

"Hey there beautiful," I said as I casually leaned an elbow on the bar beside her. "Care for a dance?"

There was a flash of something in her eyes (anger, frustration, who knows) that quickly faded as they met mine and we recognized each other. "Darren?"

"Colleen?" I chuckled nervously, realizing I'd been ogling and propositioning a girl whom I knew to have a boyfriend. She looked good all the time anyway, but tonight she was absolutely beautiful. I'd never seen her dress up like this before, which made me idly wonder what the special occasion was. "Sorry, I didn't-"

"Yes," she said with a slight waver in her voice. "I'd love to dance."

Taken or not, when a lady makes a request like that I can't refuse. Unsure of her intentions and trying to keep mine chivalrous I initially just rested my hands on her hips with a bit of air between us, but when her arms went around my shoulders and she pulled herself close to me I gave in and held her.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder, nuzzling gently at my neck. I gently stroked the small of her back, momentarily distracted by the soft warmth of her skin under my hands. She seemed to be in need of comforting, and I was happy to oblige.

I confess to having fantasized about Colleen on more than a few occasions, but thus far I had managed to be a gentleman and not interfere in her relationship. They had always seemed to get along well. And yet here she was in my arms, holding on to me like I was shelter from some terrible storm, causing my curiosity to rise. The feel of her lithe form in my arms and her soft breasts pressed against my chest was making something else rise too.

I took a deep breath to try to clear my head, knowing she'd soon feel what I was thinking through that thin dress, and tried to focus on more important things. Between her scent and her bared neck it was all I could do not to press my lips to her skin while whispering by her ear. "Is everything alright?"

Her arms tightened a bit around me as she murmured her reply softly against my shoulder. "Yes... no... I don't know..." The tone of her voice plus the feel of a tear sliding down her cheek onto my shoulder got my undivided attention, causing me to ponder doing some unpleasant things to whoever was responsible for making this lovely lady cry. "Adam left."

Well that explained why he wasn't here with her.

"With someone else," she added.

Ouch.

"I'm sorry..." It was the only thing I could think of to say. Holding her close seemed the right thing to do, so I did.

She tried real hard not to cry as her head lifted off my shoulder and she looked into my eyes. One stubborn tear escaped and I reached up to wipe it away, my other hand at the small of her back. She smiled that sad smile again and closed her eyes briefly, nuzzling against my palm as we drew closer. It does things to a man when she smiles like that. You just want to hold her and take her away from all her troubles.

The song (and indeed the rest of the room besides us, for that matter) seemed to fade away. I stroked my thumb comfortingly against her cheek as it colored with a slight blush, and I almost thought I heard her purr softly. She leaned in closer, lips just slightly parted. All I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears, and her body pressed so tightly to mine let me feel hers.

Her body was so warm, practically burning against my hands as they stroked from the small of her back to the back of her neck. Her fingers slipped around the back of my neck as her leg rose and curled around me. My hand somehow found its way to her thigh. I could clearly feel her stiff nipples against my chest through our clothes, and I knew my erection had to be quite prominent pressing between her legs by now. The brief touch of her lips against mine was like clouds brushing against each other.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I became aware of two things. One, that the song had apparently ended some time ago and there were more than a few people watching us on the verge of making out on the dance floor. Second, there was the nagging worry that I was taking advantage of Colleen in her vulnerability after such a recent (not to mention abrupt) break-up.

Pulling my lips away from hers was probably the hardest thing I've ever done, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Just the same I couldn't resist nuzzling her cheek to cheek just to stay close to her a little while longer. "Sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what came over me." I let her leg down but her arms stayed snugly around me, her fingers moving through my hair. "I guess I just needed... I mean..."

I felt her cheek get hotter against mine. Her breath was a bit ragged as she moved back a bit to arm's length, her hands on my shoulders and my hands on her hips. Our eyes met and it was all I could do not to pull her to me again and kiss her. I gave her my best comforting smile. "Don't worry about it. It happens."

She smiled back, and I was glad to see it wasn't quite so sad of a smile anymore. "I should probably get going." I could tell she was mulling something over in her mind, and it occurred to me that Adam was probably supposed to be her transportation.

"Come on, I'll take you home." Had I been thinking more clearly at the time I would have noticed how forward that sounded, but to be honest I was more focused on trying to help a lady in need. Honest. 

She took my arm as we headed for the exit. Seeing the snow coming down pretty hard outside I took my jacket from its hook by the door and set it around her shoulders. She smiled and huddled closer to me as we walked towards my car, where I opened the door for her. I got quite a view from above, but managed not to let my eyes linger too long.

We were quiet for a long while as I drove. Every so often my gaze would stray as she crossed or uncrossed her legs or the material of her dress shifted just right around her breasts, but for the most part I managed to keep my eyes on the road.

Once the heater got going she shrugged the jacket off and sat with her arms crossed under her breasts. Occasionally she reached up to brush an errant strand of hair away from her eyes. "Sorry about... back there." One of her fingertips began to stroke up and down her neck as she spoke, gazing out the windshield with a distant look in her eyes.

"My skin is really sensitive, and getting up close to someone, especially with a lot of skin contact involved..." Her eyes closed as her wandering finger slipped down along her cleavage. It was a good thing traffic was light at this time of night. "It tends to make me really..."

She paused, blushing as she regained her senses and began to fumble her hands in her lap. "Amorous?" I finished, figuring it to be a diplomatic way to describe it.

She nodded and smiled demurely at me. "Amorous." She took a deep breath and settled back in her seat. "Sometimes I'd let... him... spend the night," she began. From the weighty pause it was obvious who 'he' was. "Like a gentleman he'd sleep out on the couch instead of joining me in my bed. But every now and then I'd get in an... amorous mood." She smirked a bit at that. "I'd go out and curl up next to him, and he'd put his arms around me and just hold me." She absently rubbed at her arms, crossing and uncrossing her legs again as she chuckled softly. "Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about all that."

I smiled and tried to keep my eyes on the road instead of on the way the position of her arms made her cleavage a bit more prominent. "Nah it's alright. Talking is good. Helps you sort things out. Ah, looks like we're here."

I went around to open her door, mustering all of my willpower to not look down the front of her dress. Almost as if fate was conspiring against me in my battle against temptation, I caught the barest glimpse of soft white lace between her legs as she stepped out of the car.

I quickly regained my focus as she slipped on a patch of ice. In an instant our arms were around each other and once again I was stunned by her beauty. She didn't even seem to notice the snowflakes landing softly on her skin. I half expected her growing warmth to melt the snow around us.

The cold air seemed to make her nipples even harder as she pressed against me. Her hands, landing on my chest at first, seemed to be moving as if on their own up to my shoulders as she looked up into my eyes. Her lips parted slightly, almost begging to be kissed, and the feel of her body brushing up mine as she began to get her balance made me even harder.

Fighting to regain my composure I helped her find her feet and reluctantly walked her to her door. She held tightly on to my arm, perhaps not entirely just for physical support. We stood on that doorstep for what seemed like quite awhile, my hands on her hips and hers on my shoulders. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. "Thank you," she said. "For everything." Her kiss on my cheek seemed even warmer in contrast to the cool night air.

This was the junction. Whether I stayed or left, something would be different between Colleen and I after tonight. I was stuck between not wanting her to think I was taking advantage of her and just wanting to hold her tight, damn the consequences.

"The snow is getting pretty deep," she said softly. "It'd be dangerous for you to drive home in this weather." She paused as she considered her words. We both knew there may be consequences, but we couldn't help ourselves. "Would you like to... spend the night?"

"Sounds like a good idea," I said with a smile. At the time it may have seemed like a somewhat foolish idea, but when a lady makes a request like that I can't refuse.

It wasn't the first time I'd been inside her apartment, though it was the first time I'd be staying there overnight. "I'm gonna go freshen up," she said with a smile over her shoulder. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.

I settled onto the couch and took off my shoes while she headed into the bathroom, washing her face from the sound of it. As I idly took in my surroundings and tried to collect my thoughts fate conspired against me yet again, this time in the form of the door being slightly ajar.

Her back was to me as she slipped the detached sleeves off and then undid her hair, running her fingers through it as she let it tumble down freely. Next she opened the small clasp at the back of her neck, shivering a bit as she smoothed the dress down off her body. There was barely anything to her panties, a skimpy white lace thong affair. As she bent to slip them off my mind wandered to a brief mental image of me coming up behind her to cup her breasts in my hands and kiss her passionately. Her breasts bounced just a bit as she took a step towards the robe hanging nearby, and I caught a more generous glimpse of them as she slipped it on.

As she turned to exit the bathroom it occurred to me what I was doing and I glanced around to try to find something else to stare at, shifting a bit to try to make my erection less obvious. I was probably slightly unsuccessful, as I caught her eyes flicking briefly to my lap as she came out. Likewise she probably noticed my eyes traveling up her body, as the hem of the robe came up rather high the front opened quite low.

Our eyes met as she stood at the side of the couch. Right about then I made a deal with myself. To keep my conscience clear I wouldn't press on, but by the same token if she came to me I wouldn't hold back. She seemed to be thinking something similar. After another long pause, she walked behind the couch towards her room. "Good night," I said.

"Good night," she replied. "Sweet dreams." Once she closed the door to her room I sighed, feeling like quite a yutz. I shrugged out of my shirt (for some reason I can't sleep with a shirt on, don't ask me why) and laid down on my side, eventually dozing off.

Some time later I felt something warm and soft nestled next to me in what I at first thought was a surprisingly realistic dream. As I opened my eyes and verified that I was quite awake I looked down to find Colleen lying next to me, fast asleep.

She had cradled her head on my shoulder and snuggled her body closely against mine, causing my pulse to quicken. Her warmth and softness felt quite nice, especially her supple breasts pressed to my chest and her hand resting casually on my shoulder.

In all likelihood she was just so used to curling up with Adam here that half-asleep instinct sent her here. Old habits die hard I suppose, especially when one is semi-conscious. Logically speaking I probably should have woken her up, but she looked too peaceful. Mostly peaceful, anyway. She let out a soft whimper and a bit of moisture formed at the corner of her eye.

Moving carefully so as not to wake her I touched my fingertip to her cheek and wiped away the tear, which made her smile just a little in her sleep. Alas, it faded as soon as my hand moved away. I resolved that the best way to keep her smiling was to take her in my arms and hold her close, and proceeded to do so.

She responded quickly to the touch of my hand on her hip, entwining her leg with mine and curling her arm around my shoulders to nuzzle closer into my neck with a soft purr. Her scent and her touch were intoxicating, and the brush of her thigh against my lap was making me rather horny as well. Feeling her nipples begin to stiffen as she rubbed against me was making it hard to think straight.

Eventually she seemed to be content with how tightly she was coiled around me and smiled contentedly. I couldn't resist gently stroking the small of her back as I savored the moment. Every contour of her body against mine, every soft breath she took, every beat of her heart. I'm not sure how long we laid there like that, but I know I relished every second.

A soft whimper from her caused me to stiffen, worried that she might awaken and leave for her own bed. Instead she nuzzled sleepily at my neck and began to slowly glide her hand in little patterns on my chest. Her leg was moving again too, continuing to harden me. A slight shift of her body against mine pulled her robe open just enough for me to get a rather nice view within.

I don't know how long I was peeking, but my attention was soon drawn to her hand as it moved to my shoulder and down my arm. Her lips moved slightly against my neck, almost seeming to be trying to say something in her sleep. With a soft murmur she suddenly shifted to lie on her back, her hand finding mine and holding it on her midriff while her other hand fell to rest on her chest just below her neck. Another purr escaped her lips as her fingertips made little movements against her skin, all still in a deep sleep. Whatever she was dreaming about must have been a lot of fun.

Her cheeks colored and her lips parted as her idle hand slowly made its way down her neck and settled in her cleavage while her other hand enclosed mine a bit more tightly. Her thigh shifted a bit against my erection, continuing to tease it to further stiffness while I watched her hand slip inside her robe. I found myself enthralled as a soft moan floated from her parted lips while she gently squeezed her breast.

Unsure of what to do I simply continued to watch as her breathing quickened, her head falling to the side as her fingertips stroked her nipple under her robe. She even arched a bit as she pinched it. Meanwhile, her other hand moved back up my arm to affectionately stroke my chest again. She wasn't kidding about getting amorous with physical contact; her arousal seemed to burn even hotter as she touched me, judging by the way she brushed her robe open.

Her breasts were nice and firm, just the right size and shape, and her nipples looked quite stiff. My erection was uncomfortably large by now from the grand view, not to mention the added stimulation of her hand moving down my body and cupping against my lap. Her other hand pulled weakly at mine (still asleep through all this, amazingly enough) and I let her move it upwards. I watched in astonishment as she smoothed my hand up her body and pressed it gently to her breast. I had never dreamed I'd be allowed to cup her lovely breast, and here she was practically offering it to me.

I was so aroused at this point that I could barely think straight. Objections to fondling a girl in her sleep were crumbling quickly under the encouragement of her hand over mine on her breast and her other hand squeezing my hard shaft through my jeans. She turned her head to nuzzle gently against my shoulder and purred softly from the slight friction of my palm against her hard nipple.

In-between the moans and murmurs it almost sounded like she was trying to say something in her sleep. "D... da...." Despite how much I enjoyed watching her blush and sigh blissfully with each little movement of my hand on her breast, I couldn't help but worry a bit. Was she saying "don't"? The last thing I wanted was to take advantage of her. But my fears were assuaged when she squeezed my hand tightly against her breast, her nipple trapped between my fingers, and quite clearly moaned what she wanted to say: "Darren..."

She was dreaming about me? That was all the encouragement I needed. At first I pondered waking her up to continue in a more conscious manner, but then I got a better idea. Making sure not to press too hard I began to slowly stroke circles around the edge of her nipple with my fingertip. She cooed softly and arched just a little against my touch.

Experimentally I did the same for her other nipple, then gave it a gentle pinch. She tossed her head slowly from side to side and let out a ragged breath in response. My fingertips brushed up between her breasts and along her neck, causing her to purr softly and nuzzle my palm. I then explored down, running my fingers slowly from her chin all the way down to her navel, drawing a soft giggle and some murmured words of encouragement.

Her supple body was a pleasure to touch, and seemed to get hotter with arousal the more I touched her. Driven by strong arousal (and more than a bit of curiosity at how far I could take this without waking her) I leaned in and tapped a gentle kiss on her nipple. Hearing her mewl with pleasure I gave the other the same treatment.

I shifted around a bit so as to better position myself to reach both her breasts, smiling as she squirmed and tossed her head from side to side while I teased the tips of her nipples all about with my fingertips. Adding my tongue at her neck rewarded me with her blissful whimper followed by her moaning my name again. By this point her eager hand had begun to slip inside my jeans, and her fingertips were brushing the base of my shaft.


Dream Come True



Driven on by her encouragements I opened her robe fully and caressed my way from her neck down to her thigh. I wasn't too surprised to find her already quite moist. Perspiration dotted her body as she writhed and arched against my hands on her breasts, her skin hot and flushed to my touch. I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid waking her much longer.

I kept one hand on her breast as I settled the other between her legs, fingertips stroking her folds as delicately as I could manage. Her moans and whimpers were nearly constant now. Giving her nipple a slow gentle twist while stroking up and down her center caused her hips to rise. Her fingers curled around my shaft inside my jeans. Carefully I teased her folds, stroking a little deeper here and there without going inside just yet. She was quite moist for me by now, and every little touch made her mewl with ecstasy.

Reluctantly pulling away from her exploring hand I shifted my position, moving carefully to keep from jostling her as I settled in between her thighs and pressed my lips to her center. I'd been complimented on my skills in this area in the past and I intended to give her my best performance yet. I started by peppering her folds with soft kisses, relishing the textures and contours against my lips.

As her flower started to bloom for me I began to nibble at her petals, occasionally growling softly to vibrate them. I could tell from her blissful whimpers that she really liked that so I kept at it for a bit while I reached up to cup her breasts. Guided by amorous instinct she arched against my touch as her hands roamed, one to the back of my neck and the other over my hand, encouraging me to pleasure her further.

Entranced by the intoxicating scent and taste of her arousal I applied my tongue, fluttering it against her folds and smiling as the sensations made her semi-conscious body writhe nearly uncontrollably. I even eased it inside her a little, though not too deep so as to avoid ending the dream too early. I then delicately enclosed her clit in my lips and gave it the triple threat of gentle sucking, tender tonguing, and soft growling vibrations. She expressed her approval by loudly moaning my name again.

From the way she was quivering I knew she had to be on the edge (both of orgasm and of consciousness), so I decided it was time for the big finale. I moistened my thumb with her arousal and slowly circled her clit with it while slipping a fingertip gently inside her, curling just right to stroke her g-spot and her clit simultaneously. To top it all off, I leaned up and gently pressed my lips to hers. After all, what better way to awaken sleeping beauty than with a kiss?

She shuddered hard as she reached her orgasm and brought her hand to the back of my neck to pull me closer. I'll never forget the way she progressed from sleepily accepting my lips on hers to hungrily consuming them in one kiss, lingering for what seemed like forever.

Her body was still quivering from the orgasm as she took in ragged breaths, stroking my cheek affectionately as she slowly opened her eyes. They met mine with curiosity and I struggled to find the words to ask for her acceptance.

She answered by smiling up at me as she pulled me in for another kiss, offering me her tongue as she curled her leg around me to hold my body tightly against hers.

When a lady makes a request like that... well, you know.



Dream Come True



The bustle of the airport barely reaches my fuzzy mind as I step off the plane. My tired eyes scan the area looking for the baggage pickup area. Off to the right I notice a man holding a sign with my name on it. I approach him curiously since no one was due to meet me here. 

"Hello there. I am Christy," to me he looks as though he might be a limo driver in the get up he is wearing. 

"Good evening, madam. I hope you had a good flight. Please follow me. I will see to your bags once you are comfortable." He motions for me to follow and my tired mind is too confused to do anything but obey. 

The night air is still warm as we leave the terminal to approach the line of taxies, cars and, limos. The man is opening the back door of a long black limo. 

My eyebrows shoot up and a million questions come to my lips and freeze there as I see you seated inside waiting for me. A confused smile brightens my face as I slide in next to you and the door closes behind me. 

"What...."I begin only to have you place a finger over my lips. 

"No questions, just sit back and enjoy." With that you place a fluted glass in my hand and pick up one for yourself. 

"To the lovely weekend ahead of us," you clink your glass against mine and we both sip the cool drink. You put your glass down and reach for a long stemmed rose that lies on the seat between us. 

You slide until our thighs are touching smiling at me sexily. I nervously drain the glass of its contents, immediately knowing that was a mistake since I hadn't eaten since that morning. The room drifts out of focus leaving everything soft looking. Smiling I reach to bring the blossom you to my nose and smell it, closing my eyes as the scent fills my nose. You slowly trail it over my lips to caress my face. 

The satiny rose feels cool and welcome against my warm skin. Heat follows the path you take over my cheek and neck to brush at the cleavage of my shirt, softly caressing the tops of my breasts. My eyes flutter open when I feel cool air on the skin of my stomach. You have just unbuttoned the last button on my shirt exposing me to your gaze. 

Your eyes smile deeply into mine when you unclasp my bra laying my upper body naked before you. Once again the soft petals of the rose run over me from my neck downwards between my breasts to my stomach before trailing over my nipples causing them to harden into tight peaks. A sigh escapes me when your mouth replaces the sweetness of the flower. The heat of your tongue elicits moans of pleasure. I thread my fingers in your hair holding you against me.

Your hot mouth suckling my nipples causes a warmth to pool deep inside me. My moans of pleasure escalate when you run your hands over my thighs and slip under my skirt cupping my already damp mound. I raise my hips as you strip my panties off of me. Your fingers are just beginning to lightly trace the damp folds of my desire when the door to the limo opens to allow a dark haired gentleman to slip in and take the seat opposite us.

I gasp in surprise and attempt to cover my self but you place your mouth back over mine in a deep passionate kiss, cupping my breast and lightly pinching the nipple drawing another moan from me. I momentarily forget our audience as I lose myself in the heat of your touch. 

Your mouth leaves my lips to place sucking nips along my neck to my aching breast and licking down my stomach until you reach my dripping pussy lips. My head rolls back. I place one hand on your head holding you to me as my other starts to caress my breasts. 

I cry out in pleasure when you draw my clit deeply into your mouth sucking it softly at first then with more determination. A hand rubs its way up my thigh then I feel a finger slip inside me. The passage is so wet it slips in easily. I arch against your hand moaning and pinching my nipple as you continue sucking my swollen clit. 

My eyes flutter open and meet those of the other man. He has moved to sit on the seat to the side of us giving him a better view of your mouth as it works over me. He smiles as I stare at him. He holds my eyes as he slips into the seat next to me. I start to squirm trying to get away from your mouth, fighting the waves of pleasure that are washing through me.

My mind is not able to function; I am too overloaded on feeling to think straight. You hold firm to me sucking harder and slipping another finger into me bringing a small cry from my lips. My eyes drift closed and I forget the presence of the man until I feel my hand pulled from its place on my breast and then his mouth was on me, suckling and nibbling. 

The feeling of a mouth on my now pulsing pussy and lips sucking my breast is incredible. At this point I am uncaring of the strangeness of the man being there and am not able to think of being embarrassed of having a stranger see me all but naked and being taken right there in the limo out side the airport. All I could do was enjoy the overwhelming feelings coursing through my body. 

The mouth leaves my breast and settles over mine kissing me deeply as you leave my pussy to suckle my breast, then your mouth replaces his allowing me to taste my sweetness as you slide your tongue past my lips. I feel him slide his fingers inside me, one, then two in and out deeply. Then one finger slides out and rubs against the tight pucker of my ass, sliding over it, testing my reaction. I moan into your mouth and arch against the seeking fingers and it slides in slowly taking its time. Soft cries fall from my lips to be captured by yours. 

My eyes open and stare into those of the limo driver's in the rear-view mirror. I can't even think to be embarrassed. I only smile at him and close my eyes again savoring the wonderful feelings burning through me. A second finger joins the first inside of my tight ass allowing me to relax before sliding in and out. When I don't think I can take anymore, the fingers are removed and you pull away from me. I look up to see him pull his pants down and sit next to me once again. I am moved to sit astride him in the seat his cock rubbing against me. Your hands guide my hips downward until he is deep inside my pussy. 

I moan and place my hands on his shoulders holding tightly. I feel movement behind me then feel you settle against my back, your hard cock straining against the entrance to my ass. You hold my hips as he caresses my breasts licking first one nipple then the other. You slowly slip the large head of your cock into me, allowing me to loosen and open for you before slipping all the way inside. The moans from all of us echoed in the small space. I had two wonderful hard cocks filling me for the first time in my life!

You both filled me completely taking turns moving in and out of me. I would rock back and forth, taking him into my pussy then you into my ass. It took no time at all until I felt the tight heat in my stomach signaling my pending climax. 

"I'm gonna cum," I moan loudly. You both increase your pace thrusting hard and fast into me. I scream just as you both emit loud growls from your throats and spray you're hot cum deep inside me. I pulse around you both repeatedly having the biggest orgasm of my life. We all collapse against one another.

You pull away from me and sit back. Pulling me with you. The man smiles and straightens his clothes then slips out of the limo. You help me get comfortable on the back seat and pull me into your arms. 

"I hope that was at least close to your fantasy, honey," you say.

"Better than I could have hoped for," I whisper against your chest. I had never thought I would get to live out the fantasy of having two men at once. It is an experience I will never forget. 



Dream Come True



My father was looking at me funny. I know, I know. How eloquent of me. How incredibly well worded. But that's it, really. That's how it started. 

I was at my parent's house for dinner. It's a monthly "tradition", a feeble attempt made by my mother to keep our family close. But, the problem is... we were never actually close. Definitely not one of those tight-knit families you see on TV. Anyway, I am twenty-four and have been living on my own for five years, and now my brother was away at college, my mother had started to freak out. Empty nest, and all that. So, she imposed this stupid monthly get together rule that we all pretty much hated. 

This happened on the sixth month of this new ritual gathering. My mother was called away, thirty minutes into our dinner, because my aunt had been in a car accident. That sounds cavalier, I know. I should say she left in a rush, or that she was in a frenzied hurry to get to her sister's side. She wasn't. She never is. My mother is cold and meticulous. That's how she's been since I was born, as far as I know. She took the time to set dinner in front of us, she picked out a book to pass the time in the hospital, she changed her clothes and refreshed her makeup. And then she left. 

Absolved of his familial duties, my brother left soon after she did, to go see his girlfriend of one year. And so, for the first time since I can't remember when, it was just my father and me. We ate dinner in near silence. I think he asked me about my job, but he always does, so I don't really remember. I helped him clear the table and rinse the dishes. After that, I didn't know what to do. It was only seven. Usually, we forced ourselves to play a card game or watch a movie before my brother and I left for our respective houses. 

With out my mother or my brother, a card game was pretty much pointless. But I felt bad leaving my father at home alone, so I helped him pick a movie. My parents, when I moved out, had turned my bedroom into a media room. It was halfway down the hall in the back of the house... the only room past it was their bedroom. When I walked in the media room, he was crouched on the floor in front of the bookshelf where they kept the movies. 

That's when he looked at me funny. Like he'd never seen me before, or like he'd just been thinking about something he really wanted and then there it was. He wanted me. That much was clear. My heartbeat accelerated and I felt my face and neck go flush. The minute our eyes met, I stumbled back into the doorframe behind me. He rose from his crouching position and stalked forward; eyeing me like a wolf might stare down a deer it was hunting. 

There were no words. I met and held his piercing gaze, and when he stopped in front of me I bit my bottom lip. He knew me well enough to realize that I'd looked at him this way before, he knew well enough that I wanted him the way he wanted me. His hands reached up and grasped my arms, the tips of his fingers burned into my skin like a hot iron. They moved down my arms, leaving a tingling trail behind them, and stopped when they wrapped around my waist. 

And then he lowered his face to mine. His hot breath smelled like red wine, and the closeness of his lips was making me dizzy. When they finally touched mine, I nearly fainted. I'd been waiting for this moment for years. I hadn't even been old enough to understand my own desires when the fantasies of being wrapped warmly in my father's arms began. 

The heat from his lips ran down my neck and settled in the pit of my stomach. I had butterflies. Delicious butterflies. My father moved his hands up from my waist to grip the sides of my face and hold me to him. His tongue, hot and moist, ran across the top of my bottom lip, and when my mouth opened to emit my cry of pleasure, he thrust it inside. His fingers threaded into my hair, pulling me closer while his tongue moved greedily in my mouth. 

I wrapped my arms around him. I pressed myself into him; I could not get close enough. Plus, I needed his strength to support me... I was shaking like a leaf in the wind. I grew bolder as his kisses got hotter and more intense. Soon my tongue was matching the strokes of his, my fingers were clawing their way under his shirt and scratching at the skin on his back. And I was purring. Moan after moan vibrated from my throat and into his mouth. 

He broke the kiss and pulled my head back softly by my hair, exposing my pale neck. I cried out when my father's tongue touched the base of my throat. I couldn't breathe for five excruciating seconds as he ran his tongue boldly up to my jaw, stopping just by my earlobe. His breath was heavy, slow, and it tickled the hairs at the nape of my neck. His fingers and lips blazed trails all over my tingling throat. Then his warm fingers reached the top of my shirt. They hooked around the edge, and pulled it down, leaving the top of my chest bare. 

He kissed down the front of the bare skin, leaving goose bumps everywhere they touched. My breasts, still covered by my lacy pink brassiere, begged wantonly for his touch. I moaned angrily when his lips stopped just shy of the rise of my creamy breasts. He raised his head and stared at me, his eyes flaming. 

Then my father left the room. Left me, leaning precariously against the wall of what was once the room I'd spent nights touching myself and pretending my hands were his. 

I felt like crying, but then I heard his voice, floating on the air from the living room. He was on the phone. I could tell, by the terse responses and simple questions that he was talking to my mother. 

He came back. This time he didn't look at me. He wrapped his fingers around my much smaller hand and led me back, down the hallway through the door to the bedroom he shared with my mother. That's when it dawned on me. He'd been checking on her. He wanted to see how long we had together. My passionate acceptance of his wandering caresses had not left him dry and disappointed. My obvious innocence, my pliant woman's body and my willingness to be led rather than to lead had him wanting me more. 

My father stopped me in front of the bed and smiled into my eyes. "I love you, baby girl." He whispered. The first words either of us had spoken and they rang in my ears like sweet bells. 

He brushed his fingers under my chin before grasping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. Then he hooked them into the band of my skirt and drew it down, letting it drop to the floor once it passed my knees. He knelt on the carpet in front of me and pressed his head into my smooth belly, the flat of his palms caressing my bare back. He sighed and looked up into my eyes, which were staring at him in loving wonder. He was my hero, my rock star, and forgive me the blasphemy, he was my God. 

"I love you too, Daddy." I said, my voice low and soft for fear of shattering the moment with loud noise or the wrong words.

He grinned up at me and kissed my stomach. Then he moved his hands downward, stopping shortly to cup my buttocks and grin again before running them down the entire length of my smooth legs. His fingers tickled the back of my knees and traced the muscles of my calves before burning their way up the inside of my thighs. 

He pulled my panties off, rubbing the soft fabric between his thumb and his middle finger before putting them in his pocket. Then he nuzzled his way into the hot space between my legs. I spread them wide for him and dug my fingers into his hair. He kissed the soft, trim hairs just above the folds of my vagina. He used his thumbs to part me, and the first touch of his tongue on my clit was enough to make me cry out, "Oh God!"

I felt him smile between my legs; it was a brief smile, before he began to lap eagerly at my young pussy. I was so wet for him, so hot for him. I had been for years. My legs were shaking, tingling, and the whole time he was pleasuring me all I could think to myself was "That's my father. That's my daddy loving me." 

He knew just were to touch me. His thick finger pushed gently into my vagina, curving over and tapping and thrusting against the fleshy walls. I heard his muffled voice then, as I was dripping and moaning and clinging to him. "Cum for me, Baby. Cum now for Daddy."

I'd do anything for him. Even cum on demand. So I did. Every muscle in my body tensed and collapsed. My fingers dug roughly into my father's scalp, my toes curled under, and I screamed. And fell. I landed on my back, still quivering and staring up at the ceiling of my parents' bedroom. 

My father ran his hands lovingly up the sides of my legs and my waist, lifting himself up on the bed and over me. He leaned down with a soft smile and kissed the side of my mouth. My breathing gradually grew quieter and more balanced, but he didn't let it stay that way long. As soon as I could breathe right, he was trailing wet kisses over my throat and my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and unhooked my bra, leaving my eager breasts naked. 

He looked at them. He touched them lightly. He brushed his fingertips over the erect nipples. He cupped them loosely. My father studied my supple breasts in obvious awe. Then he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around a nipple. The glorious, stinging heat of it was too much, and I cried out loudly. My bare body lifted against his still clothed one and my hands sought something to cling to. 

By the time he stopped, I was writhing under him like a cat in heat. He pulled away from me and lifted his shirt over his head. His body was beautiful... masculine. Hard and covered in crisp, dark hairs. I was still staring when I heard the metal clink of his belt buckle being loosened. I sat up and watched my father as he pulled his pants off and let them and his boxers fall to the ground. His liberated erection sprang upward, hard and wide and smooth. It was impressive. Better than I'd imagined. I couldn't help myself, I wanted it in my mouth. 

Still on the bed, I crawled toward him, a devilish grin blossoming on my face. I moaned when it was finally in my hands. The firm, smooth flesh strained against my palm, but I wasn't there for a hand job. So I lowered my face until my lips were touching the tip of his cock. Daddy moaned, and loud, when I opened my searing mouth and wrapped my lips around his salty shaft. His fingers threaded into my hair and pulled me forward, pushing my wet mouth down the length of his dick.

I moved over him, working his cock. I licked him, tasting the sweaty tang of him. I reveled in him, how smooth he was, how hard he was. I've never wanted anyone inside me more than I wanted my own father, and that thought was making me drip. 

Sooner than I wanted, he pulled away from me. I moved to take him back into my mouth, but he restrained me. "No, Baby." He said. "I want more from you than this."

Then he stood me up and whipped the covers off the queen sized bed. I sat down and scooted toward the headboard, and he crawled toward me, a new, fiery hunger burning in his eyes. He grabbed my legs and pulled me until I was lying flat on my back with my legs wrapping around the sides of his body. 

He leaned forward; I felt his dick pressing against me. I couldn't speak; my breathing was harsh and uneven. I begged him with my eyes. He kissed my forehead before speaking again. "For years, I've been making love to your mother in this bed. And for the last five years, I've been imagining she was you. You're my dream, baby girl. I've wanted you for so long."

Then he grunted and thrust himself into me. He filled my pussy perfectly. He pushed into me, pulled out of me and every motion was precise. He set me on fire. I was ready to cum again when he pulled out and away from me. He saw the sorrow in my eyes and grinned. 

"I want you from behind." He said. 

"Okay, Daddy." I got up and waited for him to direct me to where he wanted me. He had me on my hands and knees on the soft bed.

As he pushed his incredible cock into me again, he grunted and said, "Your mother never lets me do this."

I wiggled my butt against him, and looked behind me. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Fuck me hard." I whispered. 

"What?"

"I've wanted this for as long as I can remember. Please, Daddy. Fuck me hard."

He sped up, thrusting into me faster and faster until I felt his balls smacking my clit. I was so excited, he felt so good pounding into me that I started to squeal with every thrust. 

He rubbed his hand up my back. "I'm going to cum, Baby girl." He said, and slowed his thrusting.

I pushed back against him. "Don't stop, Daddy. It's fine. I want to feel you cum inside me."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He drove his cock deep inside me and released his warm sperm with a loud cry. All I needed to have my second orgasm was this... the sensation of the semen that had made me, spurting deep into my womb. I screamed again, my body convulsing, the walls of my pussy squeezing his shaft, greedily pumping him for more. 

We both collapsed. It was several minutes before I asked, "How late will Mom be out?"

He looked at the alarm clock. It was ten-thirty. "I don't know."

The phone rang. He trudged to the living room to answer it. Minutes later he returned. "Your aunt is sleeping. Your mother's on her way back now."

We both rushed to get dressed, and I helped him make the bed. He gave me a long, not at all fatherly kiss before I left. It wasn't until I got back to my own apartment that I remembered my father still had my panties.



Dream Come True



This is entitled "Dream Come True" because this story is based on a dream I had about a girl I know.

I have also changed the names of myself and the girl for her sake.

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Ch. 1 Sunrise

Her breathing was soft and her chest barely moved as she slept. The edge of the horizon was getting lighter, the night retreating to the west. Michael knew he had to move fast if he wanted this to work out the way he wanted it to. After near two years of talking with her online, and years more of knowing her in person, he knew exactly how to make this work. He also knew she was a light sleeper, so he had to work fast. 

Walking around her bed, he attached a pair of handcuffs to each bed post, making sure each pair was the kind that wouldn't leave marks or cut into her skin. Now standing at the side of her bed, he took a moment, just a moment, to admire her beauty. Smiling softly, he crouched down and gently rubbed her lips with his finger. One of the things she had told him was that she would always love to wake up to a dick in her mouth. When she opened her mouth, still mostly asleep, he slipped a sex toy gag into her mouth instead of his cock and tied it tight behind her head.

Feeling the gag in her mouth, Lara started to stir, now only half asleep. The next two moves needed to be done before she woke up anymore so he picked up pace. Taking a hold of her hand, he cuffed it to the headboard and hurried around the bed, cuffing the other wrist to the headboard. The important steps done, he took his time walking to the base of the bed, letting her finish waking up as he cuffed her ankles to the bottom bed posts. Her eyes opened just as he moved to her second ankle and she tried to pull it away, not recognizing him right away. Grinning to himself, he grabbed her ankle and cuffed it to the bedpost, already knowing what he would find under the covers. 

Lara then started to struggle, even after noticing who the man was. Michael started laughing and pulled the sheets off the bed, revealing her bare form. Now in no real rush, he took his time admiring her beautiful form. Without saying anything to her, he started stripping off his dark clothing, all the while gazing at her body. The idea of what he was going to do with her and her amazing body had him hard long before he even started undoing his belt. When all his clothes finally fell to the floor, Lara's eyes grew wider, the entire weight of what was going to happen falling on her. 

His eyes darkening with lust, Michael crawled over Lara and gazed down into her eyes. Her eyes were wide and frantic, which just turned him on more. The pre cum already coming to the surface made it clear he wouldn't last long the first time. Realizing this, he took his time teasing her, getting her wet. The tip of his swollen member slowly moved up and down her wet slit, pressing harder into her as it went over her extremely sensitive clit. After a few minutes of this, she was dripping wet, her body all but begging to be invaded by him.

Michael slid his strong hands down her body and lifted her hips, using the little bit of slack the cuffs allowed and finally pushed inside Lara's warm depths. Her pussy felt like living silk every time her muscles squeezed and pulsed around his hard shaft. He knew he wouldn't last long and, even thought this wasn't willing, wanted her to cum just as many times, if not more times, than himself. Gripping her hips, he started moving his hips with force, staring at her face. 

To keep from cumming to soon, he distracted himself by tracing the lines of her face and neck with his eyes. The hot blood pulsing hard through his shaft made him feel even harder inside her, stretching her inner walls wider. Michael was forced to close his eyes when he felt her silken walls tighten around him, making his balls tighten with his own unstoppable orgasm. Forcing himself to hold out just a little longer, he gripped her hips harder and started thrusting into her tight pussy with more force.

Her orgasm was like that first wave of hot water when you get into the shower. The feeling was so incredible; it didn't so much push him over the edge as hit him with a speeding car. His release sent stream after stream of hot cum deep into her womb, a shudder running through both of them. Completely unaware of anything other than what was happening right then, he ground his hips into hers, the last of his orgasm flowing into her. 

Drained, Michael moved off of Lara and smiled down at her. "Now that was simply amazing." He gently laid his hand on her stomach then turned and left her cuffed to the bed. The sound of water filled the room as Michael turned on the shower and took his time cleaning off. When he was done taking a shower, he walked back into the bedroom, drying his shoulder length brown hair and started searching the closet. Finding a suit he liked, he tried it on and found that it fit him wonderfully.

Smiling, Michael turned, facing the bed. "Love the suit; hope whoever owns it doesn't come back anytime soon." Grinning he left the room and then the house. As he got in his car, he tied his hair back and sat at the wheel thinking. 'I'll be back for lunch,' He thought to himself, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway.

Ch. 2 Lunch

Laughing to himself, Michael drove up Lara's driveway and parked the car. Taking a few extra minutes, he jacked off in the car, getting the first orgasm out of the way. After turning the car off, he got out and pulled the pizza box out of the backseat. Locking the car, he went inside and to the kitchen. Pulling a straw out of his pocket, Michael put two pieces of pizza on a plate and took the plate and a glass of water back to the bedroom. 

Noticing a few scratches on the floor, Michael could tell that Lara had struggled, moving the bed as she did so. Setting down the food he walked to the side of the bed and smiled down at her. "Scream and I'll take you in the ass without lube." When she nodded with understanding, he undid the gag and fed her. When both the plate and glass were empty, he picked up the gag.

"No, no, please, you don't have to gag me." Michael simply smiled and pried her mouth open, putting the gag back in place. Laughing at her groans and squeals of complaint, he walked to the bottom of the bed, watching her squirm. Once he reached her feet, he undid the cuff on the bed post then put it on her other ankle. When her ankles were cuffed together, he took off the other pair off cuffs and then cuffed the chain of the pair on her ankles to the middle of the bed frame base after turning her hips over. Her complaints drew another laugh out of him as he did the same with her hands. Lara was now on her stomach, and the new restraints gave her more slack. 

Michael started undressing, watching her struggle in a vain attempt to undo the cuffs. Staring at her ass, he reached into her bedside table cabinet and pushed things around. He tore his eyes from her ass and smiled, seeing her personal sex toys. Moving a few aside, he pulled out her lube and moved onto the bed. Her body wiggled and shook, trying to move out of his reach, which only made her tight ass shake and turn him on more. Smiling, he gave her a teasing slap, leaving a light red mark on her ass.

His raging hard on was begging him to fuck her, and he opened the bottle of lube. Using two fingers, Michael worked the lube deep into her tight entrance, and then started rubbing some on his cock. All but drooling over her ass, he gripped both of her ass cheeks and spread them wide, pressing the tip of his cock against her ass. He could already feel the warmth of her back door against his skin and didn't waste another moment, sinking his slick hard on deep inside her.

The feel of her pussy, while softer, had nothing on how tight her ass was. His entry was smooth and by the moan he got out of her, he knew she loved it to. Gripping the soft flesh of her tight ass, he started thrusting into her, burying himself from tip to base inside her. With each hard thrust, his heavy balls slapped against her soaking wet pussy and he knew if it wasn't for him jacking off in the car, he would of cum already. 

Lara's first orgasm of the afternoon came fast, gushing out over his balls, the warmth sending a shudder up his spine. His grip tightened and he leaned into each thrust, burying himself deep inside her, starting to pick up pace. The friction from still very tight inner walls was pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm.

Neither one of them could tell you how long he rode her for, thrusting his swollen shaft so deep and so hard into her ass. As she neared yet another orgasm, her muscles contracted, gripping his shaft harder. He wouldn't have believed it was possible for her ass to be tighter until it happened, another wave of hot cum gushing out of her pussy over his balls. The feeling of her orgasm was too much for him and he pulled out of her ass, cumming all over her. Nudging her ass, he forced her to lay flat and started cumming all over her. 

Leaning his head back, he groaned softly, the last few drops of cum landing on the curve of her ass. Smiling, he got off her and slapped her ass again, getting off the bed. "What an amazing body you have. It craves sex almost as much as I do." Grinning at her glare, he walked into the bathroom and cleaned off. After dressing himself, he ate his lunch and once again left the house.

Staring at the house, he smiled, and started the car. "Oh, tonight is going to be fun." He redid his ponytail and pulled out of the driveway, driving off.

Ch. 3 Sunset

As Michael drove home, the smile never left his face. The thoughts of what was to come left him very stiff. As he parked the car, his pants felt like a prison, confining his hard cock. He didn't have a time limit this time, and didn't feel the need to get off before going inside. After locking the car, he walked inside and went straight back to her room.

In the doorway, Michael froze, not believing what he was seeing. The bed, which when he left, had a woman tied to it, was empty. Not only was it empty, but it was clean and made, the scratches buffed out of the floor. Shaking his head, he walked to the bed and ran his hand over the comforter, wondering where she went. Oblivious to anything but the bed, he didn't notice when the closet door opened and a shadowed hand shoved a stun gun into his back.

When he started coming to, Michael opened his eyes, greeted with a dark room. When he attempted to rub his forehead, he found his hand bound to the bed post. After more pulling, he found all four limbs secured. The light came on and he turned his head, the light hurting his eyes. He then felt soft hand going up his body and one wrapping around his shaft. Surprisingly, even after all of this had happen, he still had a raging hard on. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw who his attacker was. The woman from before. 

Lara smiled and picked up the stun gun, waving it in Michael's face. "Keep quite and open your mouth or the next stream of volts goes through your balls." Not wanting the extreme pain, he opened his mouth for what ever it was she wanted to do to him. Grinning, Lara slid the gag she had been wearing all day into his mouth and tied it tight behind his head. "Now for my fun."

Lara moved up onto the bed and straddled his face. Lowering her hands, she slid her fingers into his hair, starting grind her soft pussy on his lips and the red rubber of the gag in his mouth. The harder she ground her hips into his face, the better it felt, and soon was all but riding his face. After a long while of this, she came hard, her warm cum flowing over his face and past the gag into his mouth. Loving the taste, Michael lifted his head and moved it in sync with her hips, causing her to scream out as her orgasm doubled in strength.

Done with simple pleasures, Lara moved down his body, tracing his muscles with a finger. Smiling, she traced around his groin and up his hard shaft. "Such a big boy." Grinning, she moved herself over his large cock and rubbed the tip of it with her wet pussy, stopping when he slipped just inside her. Moaning softly, he gripped his hips and impaled herself on his long shaft. Groaning loud, the feeling was so intense, she could barely stand it. 

Little droplets of blood slid down Michael's hips as Lara dug her nails into his sides. Her body felt like it was on fire as she started riding his long shaft, her C cup breasts bouncing with each hard thrust. The sheer force at which she was impaling herself on his hard cock was rocking and sliding the bed, putting more scratches in the wood floor. She loved the feeling of his hard shaft stretching her inner walls and simple rode him faster.

With her on top, Michael had little control over his own orgasm and came much faster than he wanted. He feared as soon as he started to cum, she would pull away, not wanting him to cum inside her. Much to his surprise, she kept riding him hard, enjoying ever powerful jet of cum flowing deep into her body. Throwing her head back, groaning again, she came violently over his hard cock, covering him in both of their fluids. 

Not nearly satisfied enough, Lara lifted her hips and impaled her ass on his still hard cock. His thick cum, the old, dry lube in her ass; that becomes slick again when something wet mixes with it, and her cum, made the entry smooth and amazing. Riding him again, she stretched her ass over his hard shaft, her breast bouncing more than before. 

By now, Michael's back was arched, and he was moaning and growling through his gag, bucking hard to meet her ass. Yet another orgasm was approaching fast, and he still couldn't believe how amazing her ass felt around his hard shaft. Screaming loud, Lara lifted her hips to his tip and impaled herself on his entire length, cumming so hard over his muscular stomach. As her hot cum gushed over his stomach, his cum flooded into her hot depths, causing her to collapse on his chest from the intense feeling. After a few minutes of laying there, Lara unlocked the cuffs and freed him completely.

Grinning, Michael kissed her hard on the mouth. "You've never done that before love. How in the hell did you get out of those cuffs?"

Lara laughed softly and tapped his chest. "You leave the key in the same place each time." Kissing his neck, she felt the vibrations of his chuckle.

Michael picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, turning on the water. Smiling, they cleaned each other. When they finished cleaning one and other, they both used their mouths to give each other one last orgasm. As the water started getting cold, they got out and dried off each other, heading to the guest room to sleep. Their bed was soaked in each of their fluids and neither of them felt like cleaning it before resting. 

Just before they drifted off Lara smiled. "You could have at least told me it was today, I had shopping to do." Laughing, they both drifted to sleep.



Dream Come True



Another little story I had in my head... may continue it. Let me know what you think.

"What about you, what accomplishments have you had in life?" Mr. Tolard asked Taryn. 

"In high school I kicked the winning goal for the last soccer game of the season." By 'winning the goal for the last soccer game of the season' She actually meant 'She drunkenly fucked her ex-boyfriend the day before his wedding.' So she lied. Taryn didn't have any real accomplishments. She was never on any teams or in any clubs. She definitely didn't participate in REAL after school activities. Taryn really had nothing to be proud about. 

"That's great. And how did it make you feel?" Like shit.

"Like I was on top of the world." This was English class not therapy. Why the hell are we talking about this? 

"Ok class I want you to write a paper about you're biggest accomplishment. Due next week." God she hated school. It wasn't always like this she didn't used to hate it. Hell, she loved high school. But not college, well community college at least. Taryn couldn't quite afford to go to a big university. Fucking community college. Yeah, she felt like she was better than this, smarter than this. She slipped out of her seat slowly ready to finally head home. 

"I was on the soccer team too in high school!" An eager blonde girl tapped her on the shoulder. 

"Cool." Code for: I don't want to talk to you.

"What position did you play? I was goalie." Shit she wants to be friends. Her smile was a bit too big. 

"Me too!" Taryn was so going to hell for her lies.

"Oh my god this one time I was blocking a ball..." Taryn had to cut her off. This was not storytime and quite frankly she didn't give a damn about this girls' life.

"I actually have to go. I'm running late for this thing." She turned on her heels and headed for the door. She could hear the blonde shout goodbye from the classroom and gave a wave without looking back. She did the very least in acknowledging the girl. 

This school thing wasn't working out. She was miserable and feeling like she wasn't going anywhere because community college felt like high school. Minus all the fun. She had matured quite a bit and all the people she had been hanging out with seemed so immature. She wanted to be a responsible adult. Driving down the street she stopped off at a local diner just to sit and rethink her life. Taryn slid into a booth and laid her head on the table. She felt like she was going through a midlife crisis, except Taryn was only 19. Quarter-life crisis? "It's too soon for me to be worrying about these things." She muttered out loud. 

"Can I get you something?" The mans voice caught her off guard. For a minute she actually forgot she was at the diner. 

"Milkshake... strawberry." She ordered not even bothering to lift her head from the table. She listened to his footsteps getting further and further away. Finally looking up she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out her cell phone. 3 missed calls... all from Darren. "I hope you don't think I'm calling you back" When they had met two years ago he was the perfect guy for her. Today he is that same exact man but Taryn was a completely different woman. They just don't fit anymore. She had told him yesterday that it was over and they could still be friends. She wasn't lying about the friends part either, Darren was her best friend and she never wanted to lose that between them. He's been calling her all day trying to convince her that she didn't mean it, that they should still be together. Taryn said she was pretty sure she knew what was best for her but based on his 3 calls it looks as though he disagrees.

"Strawberry milkshake" He gently sat the glass down in front of her. "Can I get you anything else?" She stared at the shake.

"Fries? Can I get some of those?" She hadn't had French fries and a milkshake in forever. 

"Yea no problem." Taryn sipped on her shake savoring the creaminess. She wished she could make milkshakes at home. Good ones, not the bootleg kind that ended up being more like floats. Her mind wondered how much a machine would cost. Lately randomness has taken over her thoughts. She figured it for a mild case of ADD or something.

"Fries." Shit that was quick. As soon as he set the fries down he sat across from her in the booth. He was cute. Short dark hair, dark blue eyes, and dimples, cute, sexy dimples. He just sat there staring at her. His nametag said Cydney.

"Uh, I usually leave the tip after I'm done eating." What is he doing?

"What's your name?" He asked casually. His voice was deep and kind of raspy. Sort of like how a person would sound just waking up in the morning.

"Can I help you with something?" She really wasn't in the mood to talk to strangers. A small smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I like to make conversation with the customers, helps me feel connected with the world while I'm stuck in this diner." He shrugged his shoulders and peered out the window. "I've never seen you here before so once again I'll ask, what's your name?"

"Taryn." She said plainly as he eyed her up and down.

"Taryn." He repeated more to himself than to her. "I'm Cydney." He stretched out his hand to shake.

"Yeah yeah, nice to meet you. I actually came here to clear my mind..." She waited for him to take the hint and leave. It's not that Taryn wanted to be a bitch, she just didn't feel like talking to him. Had it been any other day she would have been happy to sit and have a conversation with him. He just sat there still looking at her. "Ok, that was a polite way of saying I don't want to be bothered." 

"Well we can't always get what we want now can we?" He took a few fries from her plate, dipped them in her milkshake and ate them. "Mmm, good choice. This hits the spot." He nodded his head agreeing with himself while chewing the fries.

"You're kidding right? This is a joke. You didn't just do that." She was surprised at his boldness.

"Oh but sweetie I did. And I'm doing it again." He announced as he once again reached over ready to dive in the fries. She quickly smacked his hand foiling his attempt to kidnap her food. 

"You must be crazy." Who the hell did he think he was? He had a cocky smile on his face. "I want to speak to your manager."

"Really? And what are you going to tell him sweetheart? That I ate your food? I'll have you know I'm a cherished employee and it's your word against mine." She couldn't even believe this was happening. What is with this guy?

"Well I'm the paying customer. And the customer is always right. Now go get your manager."

"Ok... whatever you say." As he stood up from the table he picked up her milkshake and with a big grin, poured it on his shirt as Taryn sat there in confusion. This wasn't cute anymore, now it was just annoying. Within a few minutes a man dressed in black pants, a white button down and a blue tie, presumably the manager, walked over to her. 

"Ma'am we do not tolerate patrons abusing our employees. You were being very rude so not only am I going to have to ask you to leave, but I would also like you to apologize to Cydney."

"WHAT?! What the hell are you talking about? All this because I didn't feel like talking to him?"

"Ma'am that language is uncalled for. You dumped a milkshake on your waiter. He deserves an apology." Swear. To. God. 

"He did that to himself! I had nothing to do with that!" Taryn peered over at Cydney. "Besides I really wanted to eat that." She added as an afterthought. She actually got a little sad thinking about her poor milkshake.

"Right. He poured it on himself." The sarcasm was so uncalled for. "Please leave." This was more than she wanted to deal with. Fuck it. She stood up and headed for the door. But not without sending a deadly stare Cydney's way. He returned it with a smile of course. 

Once outside Taryn immediately felt like something was missing. She had parked her car directly across the street but wasn't seeing it anywhere. Thinking maybe she had 'missparked' her car further down the road she started walking hoping this was all in her head. She paced up and down that street for a good 15 mins before she noticed a sign that said no parking after 7pm. 

"If you parked it over there it was probably towed." A familiar voice said from behind. Taryn spun around to find her asshole of a waiter standing looking even sexier under the moonlight. She shook her head reminding herself of that bitch move he pulled in the diner.

"We are not on speaking terms." She started speed walking down the street knowing she wouldn't find her car there, just wanting to get away from him. But no such luck

"I got you a new strawberry milkshake and some fries." He was right on Taryn's heels.

"What do you want... a tip?" She slowed her pace a bit thinking he was going to actually go away.

"I just want to talk to you. That's been the goal all along." He laughed quietly to himself.

"So you got me kicked out of the diner? How was that plan going to work for you? Please share your logic." She stopped in her tracks and leaned up against a brick building waiting to hear how his master plan was supposed to play out.

"You didn't want to talk to me in there, you made that pretty clear." 

"So why didn't you take the hint." Not even hiding the aggravation in her voice.

"You should get to know me." Cydney took a deep breath.

"Why?" Taryn rolled her eyes.

"Because we get married and have a family together." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Taryn was getting uncomfortable around this man. He must have meant for it to be some creepy pick up line. She wondered who that line could have possibly worked on.

"This is going to sound crazy but I had a dream a few nights ago. It started out just like this. Like everything that has happened so far happened in my dream."

"Ok... I'm leaving now." She didn't know what exactly he had been smoking but she didn't feel like dealing with it. Turning to walk away from him Cydney stopped her with a very desperate look on his face.

"Just listen." Taryn decided what the hell. She let him speak. "After we met it was like I was watching a video montage or something. It had music and everything!" She could see the excitement in his face as if he was reliving it.

"What song?" She humored him.

"Before the Worst" He smiled. "The Script. It was us together laughing and kissing. I was down on one knee, you were pregnant, we shared a home, a bed, a family. I just got all these flashes of us happy together. It was this timeline of us."

"So it ends badly?"

"I don't know. But I want to find out"

"Maybe it's a warning, so no one gets hurt. As the song says...take it back before it all went wrong."

"We looked way too happy for anything to go wrong." He smiled to himself remembering flashes from his dream.

"How do you know it was me?" 

"I've been looking for the beautiful woman that I'm going to marry for a week now. Honestly I thought it would take me longer. But baby you're it. I knew it the second you walked in the diner." She could feel him analyzing her features. "The woman in my dreams was always smiling. She has this amazing smile, so genuine and sincere. That's the only thing you're missing but I want to put that smile on your face. I know it sounds corny but I want to make that dream a reality."

"This is weird. Too weird." What are you supposed to say to that?

"You don't believe me?" His smile was gone. "I don't know why I expected you to. It sounds insane." Taryn was silent. Feeling a bit overwhelmed from such an awkward situation she began walking away.

"We had two little boys, Jacob and Elijah. And a puppy named Gazpacho." He said hoping she would turn around and listen to him. "So what? You're just gonna leave?"

"Yeah I'm calling a cab." She heard him sigh. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel about this. Cydney seemed to really believe it, she didn't know if he was crazy or it was the truth. It was fucking creepy that's for sure. But she was curious. Who wouldn't want to know their future. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Taryn laid in bed thinking about Cydney and his creepy dream. She tried to imagine what their life would be like. Long walks in the park? Vacations on the beach? Two little boys? She wasn't sure about that part. Taryn was never the type to want a kid, and definitely not KIDS plural. The dog she could deal with. She couldn't help but wonder what Cydney was like. How would he treat her? Would he pull her close and kiss her at random times, catching her off guard, making sure she knew she was loved no matter where they were or what they were doing? She pictured him down on one knee with a smile on his face, she heard his deep raspy voice asking her to stop being so stubborn and marry him already. Taryn smiled to herself. She dozed off thinking about him.



Dream Come True



Chapter I

Dream come true

Larry floated to the surface of consciousness, disoriented and confused. Where was he? The room slowly came into focus and memory started to return. The room was bright with afternoon sun, clinically bright, white, and clean. He was in hospital and he began to remember why.

A door opened and a smiling nurse entered. "You're back with us I see. Don't move just yet. You have a catheter draining your urine and we don't want it dislodged do we?" She stood by the bed, alongside the small trolley she had brought in which held a thermometer, blood pressure monitor, and other medical odds and ends. "Just relax and 'go with the flow' until the anaesthetic is fully out of your system. I guess you have a mouth like the bottom of a parrot's cage, well once Dr Mendez has given the all clear you can have a drink. He should be here any minute." She busied herself checking him over. "Your 'vitals' are fine." She said, replacing the tools of her trade on the trolley.

The door opened a second time and a dapper moustached, white coated figure entered. "Ah this is Dr Mendez Mr Soames." The Dr gave a small bow and smiled. "He's recovering fine Dr so I'll leave you, but I'm only at the desk outside the door if you need me."

The Dr checked Larry's pulse, examined his pupils and pronounced him 'Recovering nicely'. "I know it's been over 24 hours since you've eaten but we won't push our luck. Fluids only until tomorrow I'm afraid. I'll leave instructions with nurse Perero on my way out and I'll see you tomorrow." With that he left, waving casually.

Nurse Perero returned with a jug of iced fruit juice and a tumbler. "OK Mr Soames, let's see if we can sit up shall we?" Why did nurses always use 'we'. She helped him to a semi-sitting position and gave him sips from the tumbler.

The effort left him surprisingly tired, and his head spinning. "Just lie back and relax. You'll probably drop off to sleep again now which is just fine. Is there anything I can do for you?" He was becoming so sleepy he couldn't think of a think. Had there been a sedative the drink? Who cared? "No thank you he," murmured".

"Well, I'm right outside if you need anything. Just push this button." She placed the small alarm unit in his hand but he was already on the way to the 'land of Nod'.

The following morning he awoke refreshed and feeling almost back to normal. After a few minutes a new nurse appeared, and after the usual 'vital signs' checks offered to bring him hot water and washing materials. He found sitting up unaided no problem, though a slight tugging between his legs reminded him of the catheter, and after a good wash and shave felt fine.

After breakfast Dr Mendez appeared. His examination this time included a careful inspection of the surgery he had performed the day before. "Fine, he declared everything settling nicely. Well leave the catheter in place until the site has healed in a few days. If you need to empty your bowels the nurse will help you with a commode. You must keep scrupulously clean down there so as not to infect your relocated Urethra. You may get up and move around as soon as you feel like it, but don't overdo it and I'll see you again tomorrow when we can have a long discussion about your surgery and what to expect in the near future. Keep a note of any queries you think of and I'll answer them then if I can. Bye for now," and he left smiling.

The nurse returned."Dr Mendez says you're doing fine. If you want to get up give me a buzz. I'll help you the first time so you don't get tangled up in the plumbing she joked. You'll probably feel a bit unsteady anyway."

She fussily straightened his bed sheets, fluffed his pillows and went out.

As he lay there, the realisation of what had happened began to dawn on him. He had to know but was almost afraid to find out. Slowly he felt downwards over his abdomen, lower until he encountered a thin strip of surgical tape. No bandages or heavy dressings. No drain tubes. There was nothing else. He suddenly checked, heart pounding. THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE. He carefully felt between his legs moving toward his butt and located the catheter, just in front of his Anus. From now on the opening that it was temporarily draining would be his 'Peehole'. Dr Mendez had done it then, exactly as Larry had asked.

He felt surprisingly numb in his loins, but that was nothing compared to the excitement he felt at being as he had wanted to be, for as long as he could remember. He cautiously lifted the bed clothes and saw exactly what his fingers had told him to expect, and what he thought he would never see.

He buzzed for the nurse who helped him out of bed and into a chair. "Walk around if you like Mr Soames, but if you do, don't forget to take the cradle holding your urine bag with you. If you want to leave the room it's OK but tell me if you plan on leaving the ward." He strolled around the ward, sat in the lounge and read the month old magazines for a while, ate and drank normally and even managed a shower. Toward evening Dr Mendez arrived and together they returned to his room. He stood whilst Dr Mendez examined his handiwork and pronounced himself pleased with the result and the speed with which it was healing. "O.K. Mr Soames lets sit and talk." He said at last.

They settled into the only two chairs in the room. "How does it feel down there?" He asked, nodding towards larry's groin.

"Strange, not what I expected, although I don't actually know what I expected. The end of my Penis seems detached from the rest, floating somehow."

Dr Mendez nodded. "Don't worry. How it feels now is temporary. We wanted to use the smallest possible incision through which to introduce your Penis into your scrotum. This meant a bit of squeezing and pushing, as well as some stretching of the skin of the Scrotum over the top of your Penis in order to get as much as possible inside before we sutured it closed. At the moment a lot of what you feel is a result of this trauma, and local anaesthetic which has not fully worn off. It will change in the coming days."

"How long will it take to 'stabilise'? I won't say 'get back to normal', that's the last thing I want," asked Larry grinning.

"Well" said Dr Mendez "From the medical standpoint your Penis is in the perfect healing environment. Protected from germs and infection, bathed in sterile body fluids at body temperature, give or take a degree or two and cushioned from shock and injury. I would say, what it feels like forty eight hours from now is what you can expect long-term. After all, we did little invasive surgery on your Penis, only an incision on top, near the base to receive the scrotal skin where it enters your Scrotum, and that is mostly external" He paused "If you've no more questions for the moment I'll see you again in a couple of days and if everything continues to progress as it is now we can remove the catheter and sutures and think about discharging you. In the meantime if you have any concerns you can always contact me by asking a nurse." With that he shook hands and left Larry to ponder his new situation.

The two days passed uneventfully and as Dr Mendez had predicted the sensation in his genitals subtly changed to what was to become the new 'Norm' for him. 

Dr Mendez arrived after the evening meal, and after a thorough examination pronounced himself satisfied, and instructed the nurse to remove the catheter and all sutures. When she had finished and left the room Dr Mendez motioned Larry to a chair and himself, sat in the other.

"So Mr Soames, Is it what you hoped? How does it feel now?"

"I have much more feeling than I had but subtle, subdued somehow, and the head of my Penis still feels detached unless of course I squeeze and massage it from outside and then things get a bit more intense"

Dr Mendez nodded "Let me explain" he said. "What was the external part of your Penis is now fully enclosed within your Scrotum, surrounded by fluid which damps or cushions movement. Within there, the only contact it has is with your testicles, which are soft and whose motion is also damped by the fluid, and the inside of your Scrotum which is soft mucosal tissue. The fluid also acts as a lubricant. The only part of your Penis which is sensitive enough to feel these subtle contacts is the head. The shaft having far fewer receptors, as well as being covered in skin is not sensitive enough to feel anything. In addition there will be no sensation of temperature, such as the cool touch of a cold hand, or a hot bath. Everything in there is at the same temperature. That's why the head of your Penis feels detached. It's the only part of it which is sending signals to your brain from within your Scrotum,but as you say, if you stimulate from outside you have feeling along it's whole length."

Larry nodded, satisfied. "What about erections doctor. Is there enough room? So far on the couple of occasions I've felt it becoming aroused I've done mental arithmetic to stop it!"

"The Scrotum is very accommodating" He replied. "Think of the difference in size between a cold shower and a hot bath. I'm sure you will be able to manage. You may find you have to manipulate the skin around it, and you may have some discomfort particularly when you ejaculate but it shouldn't be painful. In addition, when your scrotum reaches the limit of it's elasticity, continued extension of your Penis within will tend to pull it bodily away from your body, hence the discomfort, but it allows for more erection. Finally your Penis can also extend backward a little into your abdomen. It all helps. Having said all this, some discomfort when aroused might be one thing you have to learn to live with. If your worst fears are realised there is always the possibility of reversing the procedure, or opening up the scrotum and performing a partial penectomy to shorten it but I can't see it. As for involuntary night time erections there is every chance that in time your brain may adjust through biofeedback. As the pressure increases to discomfort level this may signal the brain subconsciously to halt the erectile mechanism. It may be though that disturbed sleep is a price you'll have to pay to be the way you want. Having said all that, your penis is quite small, and maybe as a result of the hydrocele from which you suffered a couple of years ago stretching the tissue, your scrotum is quite large, so everything is in your favour." After a pause he continued "Well Mr Soames if that's all for now I'll leave you."

"Oh just one thing Dr. Could I have a mirror. I haven't actually seen myself properly?" 

"Sure" he replied I'll send the nurse in with one.

A few moments later she entered wheeling a full length mirror. As she turned to leave some impulse made him suddenly call "Stop!" Lowering his voice he said quietly "Would you mind staying a moment?"

"Not at all Mr Soames" she replied.

He dropped his robe and pyjamas and stood naked before the mirror seeing for the first time in total the new reality of his body. He turned to the nurse. "Could you come to terms with a man who liked like me?" He asked.

She looked and noticed the small mound just above his testicles which she concluded must be the head of his Penis. "If I loved him enough Mr Soames, I hope I could come to terms with anything. If I couldn't, would you want to know me anyway?"

"Thank you nurse. You don't know how that has helped.".

"I'm glad I could reassure you" she said smiling as she walked out.

As he continued to analyse his new manhood, he felt a stirring within his scrotum. As he watched in the mirror, the 'mound' began to move slowly downward. He was having an erection. Instead of mental arithmetic he began to fantasise and it became more intense. He felt the pressure against the end and pulled skin forward and upward to create some room, this was soon filled and his scrotum began to take on a pear- like shape. The narrow end pointing away from his body being pushed by his penis, the bulbous part near his abdomen formed by his testicles as they were being squeezed against the shaft by the tension in the skin. He gently began squeezing and massaging, but the barrier of his scrotal skin subdued sensation and reduced the effectiveness of his efforts. He squeezed and massaged harder, pulling, pushing, anything he could think to bring it quickly to a conclusion. On the verge of pain it came suddenly. His Penis pulsed as violently as it could within it's prison of tissue, three times. He cried out involuntarily and even as he watched, the mound began to move back and his scrotum began to take on it's usual shape. He felt his testicles slowly drift downwards to base of his sac, while his Penis came to rest, finally, its head just above, and just touching the upper surface of his balls, completely relaxed.

He became of aware of the nurse at his side. "Are you OK Mr Soames? I heard you call out, are you in pain? Can I do anything?"

He was consumed with shame, embarrassment, humiliation, and guilt. He replied, thickly, unable to meet her concerned gaze "I'm sorry nurse, I couldn't help myself. I guess I could use some Kleenex, and something to clean the floor."

She left briefly and returned with medical wipes, Q-tips and paper towels. As he reached out to take them she stopped him gently. "It's O.K. Mr Soames. It happens all the time. Let me do it, it's what I'm paid for, it's why I'm here. If I couldn't do this kind of thing I'd find another job. Everything's alright, honestly." He sighed and dropped his arm.

She knelt in front of him and began to raise his scrotum to reach his perineum, something made her stop, something odd."Is this O.K. Mr Soames? I don't want to hurt you. I've never nursed a man who's had your procedure." 

"You're not hurting me" he replied quietly, still embarrassed.

At that moment she realised what was odd. The presence of his Penis occupying the space inside his Scrotum made it a little less soft and offered a little more resistance than normal. She cleaned his perineum and gently swabbed inside the end of his Urethra with a Q-tip and as she lowered his Scrotum noticed once again the almost imperceptible, smooth mound caused by the head of his Penis within, which appeared just above his testicles beneath the skin. She wiped the Semen from the floor where it had dripped from his Urethral opening.

"I guess I'll have to find a way of preventing that" he said with a self conscious chuckle.

"I'll work on it" she replied

"Has anyone ever told you what an angel you are?"

"Oh yes. Believe it or not Mr Soames, most men in here who have penile surgery do what just happened to you. We usually put it down to having their most intimate parts handled by us in the course of changing dressings etc. But your surgery was so minimally invasive in that area we've hardly touched it. Probably just relief of tension and excitement now the job's done and you're going home. Forget it."

"If there was a bar around here I'd buy you a drink," he grinned.

"Well there isn't, so how about a warm drink and a light sedative to give you a good night's sleep?"

"Sounds fine to me."

As she disposed of the soiled material she mused on Mr Soames. He puzzled her. She had nursed men who had undergone genital modification for years. It was one reason she had left the States for her current post here in Sri Lanka. The subject intrigued her.

She could appreciate that some men thought of their penises as 'growths' or 'tumours' to be excised, misguided and mentally deranged though they might be, and if penectomy left them happy that was fine. Similarly, she could appreciate men who were unhappy with their masculinity, the body hair, the aggression, the sex drive and wished for a calmer gentler existence. Well, castration was quick and usually effective. Mr Soames fell into neither of these categories. He was quite happy to keep his Penis, fully intact, well as fully intact as any man who undergoes a vasectomy. His testicles too posed him no problem. He seemed quite happy to retain all aspects of his manhood. He just wanted them 'put beyond use'. It reminded her of UK news broadcasts about the IRA who would not relinquish their weapons, but would put them 'verifiably beyond use'.

She would never understand. Maybe he didn't understand himself. It was though an obviously compelling need.

She returned to his room a while later with the drink, a pill, and 4 or 5 small yellow cylinders about 2cm long and half a centimetre diameter.

"Try these" she said as she offered him all but one of the cylinders. Memory foam ear defenders, smallest size. As she spoke she rolled and squeezed the cylinder into along thin cone. See if you can get it about half way in, but don't lose it!"

He easily and painlessly pushed the cone halfway in and felt expand until it filled the end of his Urethra. "Takes about 30 seconds" she said. "O.K. Pull it out gently."

He was surprised at how firmly it was implanted but removed it without difficulty. "I guess that would hold until I was ready to get rid of it. Can I keep these?" Sure she replied "I'll give you some more before you leave but you can get them in any Pharmacy." With that she watched take the sedative and left.

The next he knew it was morning; he was fresh, relaxed and ready to go.

Dr Mendez arrived early, gave him a thorough exam and pronounced him fit.

"The nurse tells me you had a good night." He said enigmatically. "There no clinical contra-indications so if you're happy, when the paperwork's done you may go."

"That's fine by me Doc. The sooner the better."

"I'll see you in two weeks in my outpatient clinic. The nurse will arrange an appointment. If everything goes as it should, and I'm sure it will you may fly home a new man."

Thirty minutes later he was in a cab heading for the holiday chalet he had rented for the six weeks he thought the whole job might take. The way things were looking though, the next month could just be one long holiday. He felt once again the stirring within his scrotum as he moved his legs to adjust his position. He just smiled noticing the gentle pressure inside the end of his urethra. He still had three ear plugs left.

Chapter II

Living the dream

Three years had passed. Three happy and fulfilling years. He was back in SriLanka, permanently. He had applied for, and got a government IT post in Colombo which was now his home. He had met Zoe, also an 'ex pat' and local school teacher who from the outset had no qualms regarding his altered sexuality. For over six months now they had been what most people would consider 'An item'. She seemed happy to please him in every way possible without demanding anything herself. Even heavy petting which was the most he could offer seemed to be something she enjoyed for his sake rather than her own. He often wondered about her background. Perhaps there was something religious, a vow of chastity maybe and his condition made her feel safe from her own human frailty. Even if her resolve failed in a moment of weakness there was no way he could penetrate her. Perhaps she had been abused as a child, or raped and felt secure in the knowledge that his 'manhood' presented no threat. Who knew? Who cared? He didn't pry. Nor did she pry into the reason for his genital modification. They just accepted each other, thanked their lucky stars and were happy.

Larry had begun to sense that subtle changes were taking place within his scrotum. The head of his penis didn't always feel so detached, as it had in the past. When he became aroused and the glans moved forward beyond his testicles he sometimes thought he could feel them brushing against the shaft.

By the end of the year he was sure. His penis was definitely becoming more sensitive. The discomfort on ejaculating which he had learned to accept as a normal part of his orgasm was increasing, almost becoming painful. He also found that he could stimulate the head of his penis through his slacks and shorts. He'd been able to do that before the surgery of course, but his penis wasn't inside his scrotum then. On Zoe's insistence he phoned Dr Mendez.




Dream Come True



"Just to be sure nothing sinister is going on."

His appointment was for the following afternoon and he was early. Dr Mendez secretary, it seemed to him always gave him a 'knowing' smile. As though she was fully aware of his secret down below and wanted him to know. He usually founded it slightly arousing and returned as good as he got, but not today. She became serious and ushered him into the office.

"Hi Larry. You're looking well take a seat" After long association with Dr Mendez through his regular checkups he didn't mind him using his Christian name, but could never bring himself to call the man opposite anything other than Dr Mendez or Doc.

"What can I do for you?"

Larry explained his concerns.

"O.K. let's have look. Drop your pants and lie on the couch."

Dr Mendez did an exhaustive visual exam of Larry's scrotum and declared nothing visually amiss.

"I'd like to palpate you if I may Larry."

"Sure doctor, anything you need to do."

The Doctor carefully probed his scrotum and gently rolled his testicles between finger and thumb. When he began to feel along the length of Larry's penis almost immediately it began to respond.

"See what I mean Dr Mendez?"

"I certainly do Larry. It wasn't reacting like that at your last exam. Your diagnosis of increased sensitivity seems correct. O.K. Get dressed."

"Well I can rule out two things would really worry me. I thought maybe the increased discomfort when you climax might be because your scrotum was shrinking for some reason. I haven't any historical data to compare it's current size with unfortunately, but I'm fairly certain it hasn't shrunk. Would you agree?"

"I've certainly no reason to think that, and Zoe hasn't commented and she examines it every bit as thoroughly as you do" he grinned.

"Good. The other worry was that your penis was getting bigger, maybe total immersion in fluid for so long was causing it to absorb and swell, like your skin does when you stay in the tub too long, but there's no evidence of that either. What do you..and Zoe think?" he said laughing.

Dr Mendez returned to his desk and pulled out some forms.

"I think we need to run some tests Larry. Some scans. I'd also like to take some fluid from inside your scrotum, we'll numb it, it won't hurt and have it checked. Is that O.K?"

"Sure" said Larry go ahead.

"I'll fill out the scan requests now and take the fluid sample myself. My secretary will give you a ring when the scans are set up."

"That's fine doc I'll wait to hear from you." And with that he returned home.

A couple of weeks later the results were in and he was back in Dr Mendez' office.

"The news is all good, at least I hope you think it is. This is absolutely fascinating. You would make a great research topic Larry. We ought to discuss it sometime."

"If you don't mind doc, I'd rather discuss what's happening to my penis right now".

"Oh! Sure. Sorry. Well the scans show a change in density and texture of the penile tissue and the fluid sample I took was really exciting. There was an extremely low level of squamous cells, far lower than we would expect. Let me explain. Squamous cells are skin. Your penis is covered in skin and like any other organ sheds and replaces cells regularly. In your case the old cells are shed into your scrotal fluid and ultimately broken down and reabsorbed into your body. But there aren't enough of them. What we found were more mucosal type cells, the cells lining your mouth and nose, or a female vagina. The results can indicate only one thing. Your penis is changing and adapting to it's new environment. It no longer needs 'outside skin' to protect it so it is gradually replacing it with the type found in 'internal organs'. It doesn't need protection from the external environment so it's shedding it's armour so to speak. That's why it's more sensitive. The glans, the head, is becoming more sensitive for a similar reason. You were circumcised, and as I'm sure you know, circumcised men lose sensitivity in the exposed head as a result of friction with clothing etc. Well your glans has been protected from all that for over four years and so it's sensitivity is returning."

Larry nodded.

"The only cloud on the horizon is that I don't think that your penis in it's present state would survive outside your scrotum. We have passed 'a point of no return'. I don't think the modification could now be reversed without sacrificing your penis."

"That's a lot to take in doc. I'm not worried about the point of no return thing. I've never for a moment wanted to be back the way I was. The only cloud on my horizon is will the changes stop. At the moment I'm mostly enjoying the increased sensitivity, but much more and it could become a painful problem".

"Oh yes Larry your penis will stabilise at it's optimum for the environment it's in, in terms of tissue structure. I can't say when that will be but now we know we can monitor it's progress via fluid samples and measure the rate of change. I'd like another sample now if that's O.K.?"

As Larry walked down the hospital steps he felt his testicles gently rubbing the shaft of his penis, and the head gently pushing at the inside of his scrotum. His penis was now so sensitive he was almost constantly aware of it. 

"How much more sensitive could it get?" He wondered..and worried slightly

The sensitivity very gradually continued to increase. In fact it was now so sensitive that the slightest movement caused a reaction, thus when he walked for instance, his penis was permanently erect to a degree.

He also found it increasingly necessary to orgasm to obtain relief from the almost constant sensation in his scrotum. He was also finding that reaching a climax was taking longer and he was making increasingly frequent demands on Zoe. He could do it himself of course, but with her help relief came quicker, and consequently the pain, the discomfort he had always felt in the latter stages just before ejaculation was now quite definitely pain didn't last as long.

The distraction due to the activity inside his scrotum was lowering his performance at work and both colleagues and management were noticing. At the moment they were attributing it to overwork, or maybe a little stress, but it was showing.

He began to drink, just a little, because the effect of the alcohol lowered his libido and he was less conscious of the sensation in his genitals. Nocturnal erections though were a different matter. He now awoke moaning with the pain until the erection subsided. He began taking sedatives. Was the dream becoming a nightmare? It was time to call Dr Mendez.

He was in Dr Mendez office on the couch. Dr Mendez immediately saw Larry's condition. Instead of the gentle mound toward the top of his scrotum which in earlier times had indicated the resting place of his flaccid penis within, he could now clearly see the distension of the lower part of his scrotum caused by the pressure from inside.

"Ok Larry. Get dressed" he said thoughtfully."I have some good news. The rate of tissue change is quite obviously slowing. Your penis must be nearing the optimum in terms of tissue structure. Once that happens, and the sensitivity stops increasing things may settle. In a manner analogous to the lack of sensitivity in the uncircumcised penis caused by constant contact with clothing etc., this process is presumably going on within your scrotum, albeit more slowly due to the lubrication in there and the nature of the tissue with which it is in contact. At the moment it is being 'thwarted' so to speak, or counteracted by the increasing sensitivity which is currently occurring."

He looked at Larry sympathetically. "Is it intolerable Larry?" he asked gently.

"Not quite doc. The pain towards the end of an orgasm when it's pushing at it's hardest, and the subsequent 'ejaculation' is the worst, but pain and pleasure often go together and I can tolerate it at the moment, but not if got much worse".

"OK Larry" Dr Mendez replied."We'll keep up our regular sessions but if it becomes intolerable in the meantime you have my number."

The process went on until one night he awoke screaming in pain and Zoe called Dr Mendez. He came and gave a Larry a knockout shot.

"We have to do something Mrs Soames. Pain is nature's way of telling us to stop. There could be permanent damage occurring in his scrotum which could have implications for the rest of his system."

"What can you Dr.? You said yourself his penis couldn't now survive outside his scrotum even if you removed it. If you did he would lose it altogether."

"Maybe that's a price he'll have to consider paying for the six years he's had living his dream." I'll call by tomorrow when the sedative has worn off and talk to him. Goodnight for now Mr Soames" and with that he left.

Zoe looked down at her partner, and went to replace the covers which were still where Dr Mendez had left them after his exam. The tension in Larry's scrotum was gone, but the bulk of the still partially erect penis inside was clearly visible. Even heavy sedation couldn't completely reverse the tumescence. A tear rolled down her cheek as she gently covered him and turned out the light.

Larry was awake but still in bed when Dr Mendez arrived. He gave him a quick 'once over' then sat on the edge of the bed.

"You can't carry on like this Larry. Zoe tells me you're in almost constant pain to some degree, and that you have to masturbate daily, if not more to get any sort of relief. You're drinking and taking sedatives too. You're doing yourself real harm Larry. Its not just your penis. This almost permanent erection is putting pressure on your testicles too."

Larry realised that Dr. Mendez was right. "What now then doc?"

"I've been thinking about this for a while, it was obvious that some form of intervention would probably be needed. Even though your penis seems to have stabilised, it will be a while before it becomes desensitised. Hear what I have to say and don't interrupt. I want you to let remove one of your testicles. Yours are a bit larger than average, maybe a hangover from your hydrocele, some tissue thickening, perhaps. Also some tissue from the thickened membrane which once covered them will be there too and I can remove that, along with the spermatic duct and any other redundant plumbing I can find in there. I can also get a firsthand look at what's happened to your penis. With unnecessary organs and tissue gone there just might be enough extra room in there to make things more comfortable."

Larry thought and replied, "I hadn't planned on castration as a solution doc. If I can't enjoy my situation you may as well take the whole lot."

"I'm not talking castration Larry. You won't miss one testicle, apart from the relief you'll get from being able to move around in there. You'll be able to enjoy your situation again, instead of painfully tolerating it. The remaining testicle will be more than enough to maintain normal libido."

"I don't have any choice do I doc?" He smiled

"Not unless you want me remove your penis, or give you female hormone to remove your sex drive entirely."

"Take the testicle doc. When do you want it?"

"Tomorrow Larry." I'll book the room and time in the operating as soon as I get back there.

With the decision made, and the prospect of relief Larry felt more relaxed than he could remember, relaxed at least apart from his penis, which he felt stirring once more. He called for Zoe. When they were through he asked for the phone. "I'd better book some sick leave." he said.

Three weeks later and he was speaking to Dr Mendez. "Well how are things Larry? "

"Just great doc. My penis is still sensitive and tumescent a lot of the time but there's room for it now. I think also getting stimulation from contact with only one testicle is arousing it less. I'm back at work tomorrow and looking forward to it."

Over the coming months things just kept on getting better. The sensitivity of his penis returned to earlier levels. His sexual responses were back under his, and Zoe's control and his penis spent most of his waking hours nestling snugly above his ball in the top of his scrotum. His health, his relationships, his life were restored and everyone said how glad they were he'd come through the stress, which they believed he'd been suffering.

The pain during the final moments before orgasm were still there of course, but if anything it only added to the pleasure, maybe BDSM had something going for it he once joked.

His meetings with Dr Mendez had become little more than old friends chewing the fat, until one afternoon he almost blurted out "I want an implant Doc."

Caught by surprise Dr Mendez hesitated and asked "Why?"

"I, we, Zoe and I miss the symmetry. I miss it when I look in the mirror, I miss the contact with that side of my shaft, I even miss it's weight. I never wanted to lose anything as part of the modification and It doesn't feel, well, complete. It may sound trivial but to me it's important."

The doctor considered. "Have you ever thought that increasing the stimulation of your penis this way may cause a reversion to the permanently aroused state we have treated? We removed your testicle because of insufficient space, why would you want take up the room we made with a prosthesis?"

"That was when it was permanently erect doc. Space was always tight during orgasm and I handled, no enjoyed that. It was the permanent state I couldn't tolerate. I feel back to square one now, or minus one." He joked feebly.

"Wait until our next meeting. I'll think about it. I promise"

A month later and they met again. "I've thought over what you said. Hear me out. An implant will need another incision. Every incision leaves scar tissue which compromises you scrotum's elasticity and flexibility, and hence it's ability to accommodate your erection when you have one. You already have three scars. The one from your hydrocele reduction, your penis insertion scar, and the one where I removed your testicle. I cannot open you up at any of these sites again as the resulting thickening of scar tissue would be unacceptable. I can make one more incision without compromising your scrotums natural properties too much but it would be the last. Any future problems requiring surgical intervention would be restricted to removing your penis, which as you know, because of it's current constitution would mean losing it altogether. Your playing your last card Larry"

"Let's play it doc" he replied.

"On one condition. You let me implant a prosthesis slightly smaller than the testicle I removed. Because I removed some ancillary organs along with your testicle, that plus a smaller implant will still leave a little more room than you had before."

"Half a testicle is better than none at all I suppose." Larry replied.

"Oh I wasn't thinking quite that small, maybe 75 or eighty percent of the original."

Larry brightened. "Let's do it doc."

The surgery was only an overnight affair two days later and he and Zoe had decided to take a holiday to celebrate being as near 'normal' as he could ever expect to be.

He visited Dr Mendez on his return. "Everything OK Larry"

"Great doc. As far as sensation in my penis goes I really can't tell much difference between my real testicle and the implant. If I feel them through my scrotum I can feel a slight difference but not much. The extra stimulation hasn't roused the beast either, unless I or Zoe want it to." He grinned.

"Well let's hope this is the end of the climb. It's been over six years since we started but we've learned a lot. If I perform this procedure in future I'll remove a testicle at the same time as standard protocol."

Dr Mendez opened a drawer and removed a DVD. "I thought you might like to see this." He said, slotting into the PC on his desk. He turned the monitor so Larry could see."While I was doing the implant I decided to have a look around with an endoscope. It's absolutely fascinating what has happened in there. I had the recorder going so here it is."

He gasped when he saw his penis. The last time he had seen it so many years ago it had been olive brown and covered in wrinkled skin. Now, slightly erect it was pink and glistening smooth along it's length. It seemed so benign, incapable of inflicting the agonies he had suffered as it metamorphosed within him. It appeared to be covered in a thin almost transparent membrane, remarkably like a condom he thought."Wow" he exclaimed."That is just beautiful. It looks like that's where it's always belonged. Freeze frame doc, just for a minute." He stared in awe at the image. "I often fantasise about what it looks like but I never imagined anything that could produce the sensations It is capable of when roused could look so gentle and docile when relaxed. Beautiful, just beautiful complete with it's own contraceptive!"

"I thought you'd like it. I doubt that the membrane serves any contraceptive purpose .Although I do believe it is the reason for it's reduced sensitivity. Having lost all protection as it lost it's usual dermal covering, the membrane developed probably as a result of prolonged contact with your testicles and inner scrotum. Like hands which develop calluses as a result of years swinging and axe. Or the thickened skin on the feet of people who habitually go barefoot." 

"Pity it couldn't have developed a bit quicker." Replied Larry smiling ruefully.

"You paid the price for being a pioneer. But you've conquered the mountain at last, and what we learned will help those who come after."

Handing the DVD to Larry he said "Maybe Zoe would like to see it."

Dr Mendez continued. "We've come a long way Larry as I said before. I think I know you better than anyone else I know. These meetings now serve no clinical purpose. Can we continue our relationship as friends rather than Doctor and patient?"

"I'd like that doc." Larry replied.

"My name is Enrico." He smiled proffering his hand.

The nightmare it seemed was finally over and he was back in dreamland.

Chapter III

They were enjoying a BBQ with Enrico and his family when his friend asked him into his study.

"I wonder if you could help me in a professional capacity Larry." he said

"How? Theatre assistant?" He laughed.

"No you idiot. But in a consultancy capacity."

"Sure If I can. You know I will."

"I have a patient who is suffering from Body Dysmorphic Disorder. BDD. Have you heard of it?"

"Yes I have" Larry replied, "And because you're telling me I guess I know which part of his body he doesn't want."

"You've got it in one my friend. Conventional treatments, drugs, Psychoanalysis, Behavioural Therapy haven't worked so he's been referred to me for a Penectomy."

"OK" said Larry."Where do I come in?"

"It's well known that many men, having had a penectomy, regret it. The consequent emotional turmoil can be worse than the condition which triggered the desire in the first place. I mentioned your genital modification as a possible compromise. If his penis were out of sight, it might also be out of mind.It also leaves him the option of Penectomy should it not work for him. He asked if he could talk to you about it. Anonymously of course."

"No problem Enrico. Glad to help. Go ahead, fix it up."

"Thanks Larry. I thought that would be your reaction."

A few days later Larry strode into Dr Mendez' office where he was already chatting to his new patient. They turned toward him and he offered his hand to the stranger "Hi. I'm Larry, pleased to meet you."

The stranger took the proffered hand "Pleased to meet you Larry. My name's Vince. Vince Harris."

Enrico spread his hands and took on a look of resignation. "So much for patient confidentiality! I'll leave you to it. There's coffee in the pot and I'll tell my secretary you're not to be disturbed. Let her know when you're through and she'll buzz me. Lock the door if you like." With that he left.




Dream Come True



Larry's first reaction was how young Vince was. Mid- twenties tops. Young enough to be his son!

"Thanks for agreeing to talk to me." Vince said. "I guess Dr Mendez told you what my problem is, and what he suggested."

"Yes. He suggested my genital rearrangement surgery might help you. So what can I tell you. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not. Ask anything you like."

Vince swallowed nervously "I guess I most want to know what it looks and feels like to you. Is it visible, at all? Does it feel like it did when it was on the outside? Does it still work? And if it does it like before?"

Larry took a deep breath."Lock the door Vince."

When Vince returned, Larry had dropped his slacks and shorts. "Come and take a good look. It's O.K."

Vince moved toward him noticing the slight mound at the top of his scrotum."Is that it?" He asked quietly, his hand moving involuntarily toward Larry as he spoke. He checked himself. Larry breathed deeply again. "Go ahead Vince touch it."

As Vince gingerly extended a couple of fingers Larry gently squeezed either side of the hidden member to make it more prominent. "I hope you realise I don't do this for any man I meet." Said Larry, laughing nervously to break the tension. As Vince's fingers touched the mound they were both shocked. It stirred within. Larry was having an erection. He hadn't planned on this. Vince withdrew taken aback."God I'm sorry Larry. Did I cause that? I didn't mean...." 

"Neither did I." Larry replied. "But as it's happening we might as well let it." He massaged his Penis, pausing to pull spare skin from beneath, forward and upward over the head of the lengthening member. Vince watched in awed silence. Larry eased his testicles backward and his scrotum took on its familiar pear shape with his testicles either side the base of his shaft. He stifled his moan as he felt the familiar pain of climax. He felt, and Vince saw his penis pulse twice and then begin to relax. He was always surprised at how quickly it now returned to it's flaccid state. Much quicker than it had before the modification. The tension left the skin of his scrotum. He felt the familiar caress as his testicle slid past his retracting member and returned to it's resting place just above them.

"Well Vince. You've seen everything now. Any more questions? "

"Where do you cum? Is it in your sac?"

"No I ejaculate into my Urethra." He bent slightly backwards and lifted his scrotum so Vince could see his relocated Urethra, with its yellow memory foam plug. "The plug stops it leaking out. I usually wait until my bladder needs emptying and just pee it out."

"Wow! Any time, any place, anywhere and no mess. That was awesome Larry. I have to have it. I have to be like you."

"Well if that's it Vince I'll get dressed and you can get the secretary to buzz the doc."

A few minutes later Dr Mendez walked in. "Well?" He quizzed, "How did you get on?"

"Larry was, is great doctor. I know everything I wanted to know. I want Larry's Procedure"

Larry looked thoughtful. "Do still have the endoscope DVD Doc"

"Yes it's right here. Why do you ask?"

"Why not let Vince see it." He replied.

"Sure if it's ok by you. I'll just get from the filing cabinet."

He returned and placed the DVD in the PC. "So that's what it looks like now," murmured Vince. "If mine looked like that I wouldn't mind it on the outside."

"If yours looked like that Mr Harris it wouldn't survive more than a few days on the outside. I can assure you though that it will become just like Mr Soames' once inside your scrotum."

"Do it Dr Mendez. Do it soon. Please." Vince almost pleaded.

"Before the end of the week then. My secretary will phone you."

As they all rose to leave Vince turned to Larry and thanked him once again. "Can we keep in touch Larry? If you're prepared to be a one man support group."

"I'd like that," he replied "Be interesting to compare notes."

"My secretary has both your contact details. I'll get her to give you both a copy. Now if you'll excuse me I have other patients. Leave when you're ready."

Chapter IV

The end of the dream

The years were kind to Larry and Zoe, they grew old gracefully and their unique relationship never faltered.

Larry retired a little early, and so did Zoe but their pensions were sufficient to ensure financial security. Larry was even put on the hospital payroll as a 'Specialist counsellor' at a nominal salary.

But as the years passed Larry once again felt that all was not well.

His orgasms were taking longer and longer to achieve, and consequently the pain of the final stages lasted longer than he could sometimes endure, and he begged Zoe to. "For God's sake get it over." Though he knew she was doing all she could. The involuntary night time erections were even worse.

He began to refrain from sexual activity for fear of the pain. He was constantly active, desperately trying to find something, anything to prevent the thought processes which might lead to an erection, to divert his sexual energy into other channels. It helped, but he couldn't control the unexpected. A film, a picture in a magazine, a pretty girl on the street, Zoe naked and pink after a shower, even though, aware of his dilemma she hid herself as much as possible. He turned once more to alcohol and sedatives. He became morose, short tempered, withdrawn, sometimes hardly speaking for days.

Zoe feared a repetition of the scenario of all those years ago, before he had one of his testicles removed. She shuddered at the thought.

Enrico couldn't help noticing the change in his friend, and the doctor in him became worried.

Sitting on the veranda one evening after a dinner party, the women doing whatever they do while men enjoy a drink and talk about ball games, Enrico said, "It's the constriction problem isn't it Larry?. Not enough room in there again? . Why don't you let me take a look at you? I know you're having trouble; it doesn't take a doctor to see it. Stop by the hospital next week and let me see what I can do, before I'm too old and shaky to do anything at all. Please. " He smiled at his friend, genuine concern in his eyes.

Larry knew he had no choice and agreed.

Later that week Enrico examined him. "You're losing sensitivity aren't you Larry? I can tell by the minimal reaction to my palpation. It feels a little denser too, not so soft and resilient. Your scrotum is shrinking too. I'm afraid Larry it's old age!!"

"I guess even you can't turn the clock back doc," Larry said quietly.

"I'd like to do an endoscopy. I'll use a Uroscope designed to down a normal Penis into the bladder. The invasion will be minimal, and I'll go through your scrotum as far back as possible and come forward. The scar when healed will be tiny, and won't interfere. Can you come in tomorrow morning?"

"Is it that urgent doc?". Larry asked.

"It needs sorting," his friend replied.

Larry, Zoe, and Enrico were sat around a coffee table in Larry's lounge. Enrico had called in with the result of the Endoscopy. He looked serious.

"O.K." said Larry," let's have it. 'Warts and all.'"

Enrico removed a photo from his briefcase. "Remember this?" He asked, handing the print to the couple. They both smiled at the image of Larry's glistening, pink penis of almost thirty years ago. "I see you do. He smiled, but his face quickly resumed it's earlier look. "Prepare yourselves for a shock," he said quietly, handing them a second photo. 

Silence. 

Larry finally spoke, clearing his throat he asked, "What's happened doc, what's going on." His penis was now a milky white colour, fatter and longer than before. It was bunched up with the two testicles in what was obviously a more confined space.

"Ageing Larry," Enrico replied. "Years of abrasion and contact, however gentle, plus years of masturbation have thickened the membrane that surrounds it. The membrane now has little of the elasticity it was had, making it impossible for your penis to retract fully even when quiescent. The same has happened to the lining of your scrotum. Years of contact with a penis that it was never designed to accommodate has thickened it, and seriously compromised it's elasticity. It's also thickening and shrinking with age in the normal way. I'm amazed you weren't aware, or at least didn't suspect some of the changes." He looked at Larry.

"I guess I did doc, I just daren't admit it." He paused. "What will you do doc? Remove the prosthesis?"

"I'm afraid it's way beyond that Larry. Things are so confined in there that even without it they would still be cramped. Additional loss of scrotal tone caused by another scar would compromise it so much you wouldn't feel any benefit."

"You want to amputate my penis don't you?" The question was almost inaudible. Zoe squeezed his hand and tears filled her eyes as she imagined his turmoil.

"No Larry. I want to remove the prosthesis, your other testicle, and anything else in there that you don't need." He paused to gather his thoughts then continued. "With only your penis in there, it should have plenty of room, even in it's currently enlarged state. With no more contact with testicles or scrotal wall we can expect the thickening to stop, if not reverse. Similarly without the irritation of erections etc., the wall of your scrotum should stop thickening too. Finally of course, with no testicles your need to masturbate will cease."

"Larry brightened a little. "How about HRT?" He asked hopefully.

"Larry, Enrico admonished, it's over. Stop tormenting yourself. You're pushing seventy. I'm pushing sixty. You've had a great time. Nearly forty years of your own brand of sexuality. Let's both retire gracefully and take up golf." He said trying to soften the blow with a little humour.

Zoe squeezed his hand harder and looked into his eyes. "In all our life Larry I've never asked for much, but this, Do it, please. For me. For us."

Larry slumped into his chair. "Do it doc." Was all he said.

Larry, and Zoe grew old gracefully. He stilled enjoyed being caressed and massaged by Zoe. He still retained some sensitivity in the end of his penis, even though he now no longer had any urge to initiate activity, Zoe seemed to sense something and it was always pleasurable. In some ways Larry felt he enjoyed it more than before. No longer fearing the excruciatingly painful outcome which was the inevitable price for his own, or Zoe's attention. That, or the frustration of not going to completion and remaining unfulfilled. Sometimes even both. They tried experimentally to see if they could raise an erection. They managed it once or twice but the result wasn't worth the effort. Zoe too seemed happier than before, perhaps happy in the knowledge that she could give the man she loved as the attention he wanted with no risk of causing him pain.

As time passed there 'love making' became less frequent. He was noticing changes in his scrotum. It was visibly shrinking, and when was bothered enough to find out, he was sure his penis was becoming increasingly more difficult to locate.

He mentioned it to Enrico in passing one day.

"Do you want me to have a look?" asked his friend.

"Go ahead doc." He said.

Enrico knew what he would find.

"It's atrophy Larry. You know. 'Use it or lose it'. With nothing in there to stimulate it, and your loss of libido I guess means you and Zoe don't give it much attention anymore it's shrinking."

"Is there any treatment? " Larry asked.

"You could try regular massage to slow, or even halt the process, but it's irreversible I'm afraid, and would there really be any point?"

"You're right. Let it go"

"I'm sorry Larry, truly I am. I wish I could help."

Larry gripped him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"My friend, you gave me the best forty years of my life. You, of all people, have no need to feel sorry."

That evening he told Zoe.

"I guessed something like that was happening," she said simply and hugged him a long time.

Later that evening, lying on the bed, Zoe gently caressing him he knew now that the dream was finally over, but he could imagine worse endings. 

He was content.



Dream Come True



My name is Taylor. I always had the same dream. My twin sister Makayla and I finally got what we had wanted for so long, and fucked our daddy. He would ride us for hours until finally cumming on our faces, and I would wake up, my pussy soaked. Then I'd go to school and think about it all day. It was an endless cycle.

Our mother left our daddy when we were twelve, about five and a half years ago, and he'd raised us alone ever since. She was an idiot for leaving a man as clever, kind, and sexy as him. I didn't understand why she did it...

Anyway, Makayla and I often fantasized about our daddy, sometimes masturbating together, but we'd never had sex, with each other, or any other boy. But when we were seniors, our long dream finally came true.

We had just come home from school, and we saw our daddy working out in the garage. He was a very strong man, and was benching about 300 lbs.

"Wow, daddy," Makayla said, "you're really strong." Makayla was wearing a sleeveless blue top and jean shorts that hugged her hot ass very tightly. Her top showed off her small, perfect 26B tits.

Daddy grunted and set the bar back on the bench. He was wearing bicycle shorts and no shirt. His muscles gleamed with sweat and he panted us a hello.

I walked over and pressed the button, closing the garage door. Makayla and I has gone over this plan at least twenty times that day, and we were ready. We walked daddy back inside and I got him some water. He said thanks and drank it quickly.

"Hey daddy?" I said slyly, "Now that I'm 18, I was thinking about getting some breast implants." I gestured at my small but firm titties.

"No daughter of mine will ever get any form of plastic surgery!" he said strictly. "Besides, it's not like you need implants." He blushed very soon after saying that, and left the room. Makayla and I followed him, our chocolate brown hair sweeping behind us.

"I don't know daddy." Makayla said. "Taylor might be right. I mean, look." She started rubbing my tits with both hands. "They seem pretty small to me."

Daddy moaned quietly, and I could see a slight bulge coming from his bike shorts.

"You're one to talk." I told Makayla. "Yours are smaller than mine." I said as I fondled hers in return.

Daddy moaned a bit louder and said, "Girls, stop this right now." But we had him right where we wanted him. I tore at Makayla's shirt, ripping it and exposing her bra. She cried out and did the same to mine. We started "wrestling" on the floor, and deliberately undid each others' bras in the process. Our bare tits bounced around slightly as we groped each other.

"Girls!" Daddy shouted. We stopped and looked over at him. His bulge was now huge as he stared at our slim bodies. "I want you to..." But he never got a chance to finish, I reached over, pulled down his shorts, exposing his large, beautiful cock, and popped it in my mouth.

Daddy groaned like I'd never believed he would. I felt his hands on the back of my head, and thought he was going to make me stop. Disappointed, I was ready to give up when he pulled my mouth toward him, wrapping my mouth completely around his dick, all the way to the base.

I gagged as my throat stretched, and I had tears in my eyes, but I finally had what I wanted, and wasn't about to give it up. I vigorously started working his shaft with my mouth, savoring the flavor of his large manhood. I could barely contain it. I swear it was at least 7" long.

Behind me, I heard Makayla unzipping her shorts. She came up behind me and played with my tits. Daddy looked at his twin girls lovingly, and with something new. Lust. He took his cock out of my mouth and I pouted.

"It's Makayla's turn." He told me. So I let my sister take over and I undid my pants and pulled down my panties. I sat there and watched them, my pussy growing wetter and wetter until I had to finger it. I moaned and moaned for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, at long last, Makayla was done sucking. Daddy looked satisfied with us. But he hadn't cum yet and I wasn't anywhere near done with him. I pushed him down on his bed, took his cock, rubbed it on my pussy, and shoved it in forcefully.

I was in heaven. The pain was delicious. It made me even hornier, and pleasure soon overtook it. I fucked him cowgirl style, loving the feeling of his enormous cock sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Something incredible happened inside me. Pleasure overtook me completely and I screamed.

"Oh my God daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your little girl! Make me cum!" I kept screaming until I could barely breathe. Daddy hadn't cum yet, so I got off his cock and let Makayla enjoy his cock. She gasped as it slid into her. She leaned forward so her ass was sticking out, and she kissed daddy on the lips. Their tongues danced across each other. I stared in awe as daddy's dick slid out of Makayla's pussy and slammed back into it. She gasped every time he did it.

"Oh my fucking god! Fucking cum in me daddy! Give it to me! I want to milk all your cum out of you! Uhh! Oh God! Ahhhh!" Daddy thrust in her one last time and groaned loudly. Makayla screamed and cum flooded her pussy. She slumped over daddy, her body spent of all its energy. But I still had one more fantasy to live before I could be satisfied. Grabbing her by her tits, I moved Makayla over to the bed, her back on it, and her legs hanging off. I took her legs and slung them over my shoulders. I stared at her pussy, just inches away from my face, and dove in.

I licked and slurped at her slit and she moaned with pleasure every time I tongued it. She started to convulse and I had to grab her legs to keep her from thrashing. Daddy held her arms down as she bucked and squirmed, screaming all the while. My twin sister tasted delicious. Her moist cunt tasted slightly of sweat, but it smelled like the melon body wash we use. I kept digging inside her until I got what I wanted. My daddy's cum. Excited, I dove my tongue inside her and ate our daddy's cum out of my sister's pussy. The taste of cum mixed with pussy was by far the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. I continued to tongue fuck her for about five more minutes until I was sure I'd gotten it all.

Makayla was absolutely spent. She passed out from sexual exhaustion. I walked over to Daddy and sucked his tongue. Then I walked back to his bed, leaned down on it, my body bent over, but still standing up, reached back, and spread my ass, revealing my small little hole.

"Oh Daddy," I sang, "I've got something new for you." An excited glimmer flashed across his eyes and he walked over. He drooled on my asshole, rubbed spit onto his gorgeous cock, and shoved it in my ass. It felt fantastic. I felt the walls of my anus stretching, even more than my throat did, and enjoyed him slamming into my ass.

"Daddy! Spank me! Spank me!" I begged, "Make me your anal cumslut! You can do anything you want if you spank me!" He bowed to my wishes and hit my ass, hard. I cried out with pleasure and begged him to do it again. He hit my ass over and over again. It turned pink, then bright red. I could still feel his huge cock sliding in and out of my asshole. He groaned, slid it out, and moved me over next to Makayla, so our faces were touching. She was still passed out, but I licked her lips sexily while staring at Daddy's eyes. He was jacking off furiously, and groaned loudly. His cum shot all over our faces, hitting my lips, cheeks, and neck. I looked over at Makayla and licked all of it off my sister's face. I then opened my mouth, full of cum, and stared Daddy in the eye as I swallowed.

So that was the first time I lived my dream. Now, five years later, I still continue to live that dream with my Daddy and my sexy twin sister.



Dream Come True



The locker room was always the most difficult part of practice—yet it always excited me. And watching Nico was always especially difficult. Oftentimes I couldn't even bear to watch him undress for fear that I would pop a boner right in the middle of the room. He was my age, eighteen, tall and lean and chiseled, with his Italian skin nice and tanned from the time spent playing in the sun. He had the type of wavy, dirty blonde hair that you just wanted to touch, yank, and run your fingers through. And his face was almost the definition of perfection, with a strong jaw set with pink, pouty lips and a soft cleft chin, along with brown eyes topped by arching eyebrows. And don't even get me started with what was below his waist: a good eight inches of meat in the front, and a round, muscular, protruding bubble butt in the back.

Like me, Nico usually said little in the lockers after baseball. I often sensed that he was looking over in my direction, although that was probably just wishful thinking on my part. Nico wasn't into guys, I knew. He went out with the prettiest girls, maybe even got laid a few times. My desire for him was limited strictly to fantasy, and that was that.

One day after practice, the coach asked me to clean out the locker room. We had been getting complaints from the janitor, and the coach wanted to make certain that we did our share to keep the area neat. I had avoided the duty for awhile, but this time I accepted without complaint.

"Nico," the coach said. "You're gonna help out Matt, too. Wait till everyone leaves and make sure the door is locked behind you."

My heart skipped a beat. Alone with Nico. Already my chest was pounding. Will he talk at all? Should I just act cool, or should I be goofy? My imagination was running wild.

Once everyone was out, Nico and I set to picking up the trash and spraying down the lockers.

"This sucks man," Nico complained as he sprayed cleaner onto the blue metal of the locker doors.

"Yeah I know dude," I replied. Below my shorts, my dick was struggling to upright itself. For the next few minutes, we cleaned in silence. Fuck, why doesn't he talk?

"Hey, this is random, but you've gotten so much bigger since the beginning of the season. Your biceps are, like, bigger than mine now."

"Thanks," I managed. I could feel my face reddening. "You're still in wicked good shape though, I dunno if I could catch up to you."

"Nah man, you could be just as good as me if you wanted." He set down the rag and bottle of clearner. "Can I feel your bicep?"

"Sure," I squeaked, pulling back my shirt sleeve as I flexed by arm. Nico came over and gripped the muscle. As he did, I popped a boner.

"Shit man, that's hard," Nico said. Glancing down, he noticed the bulge in my pants. "Damn, look what else on you is hard." Without warning, he reached and grabbed my dick. My entire lower body shuddered. I instinctively pulled back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I gasped.

"Come on dude, I've noticed how you look at me," Nico replied, moving his face closer to mine. His shorts had tented. "I know you like me."

"I wanna fuck you so bad," I blurted out. My voice was shaking. Shit, what have I done?

For a moment, Nico grinned devilishly. Then, grasping my face with both hands, he kissed me hard on the lips. Whether we made out for sixty seconds or sixty minutes, I don't know. We just kissed and kissed, our tongues intertwining. I slipped a hand into Nico's pants and began stroking his big cock. His hands worked their away toward my backside and found my ass. After what seemed like an eternity, we broke off, both of us breathing heavily.

"Let's get out of these clothes," I said without hesitation.

"Fuck yeah," Nico replied, panting. He ripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, then yanked down his pants and boxers to expose his huge cut dick and hot bubble ass. In a few moments we were both butt naked. We made out some more, and somehow both of us ended up sprawled out on a wrestling mat on the floor. Nico was astride me, kissing my neck. Slowly, he made his way down my tight body, kissing my abs and nipples. Before long, he was down near my dick, which was hard as a rock and throbbing.

"Go on man," I urged softly. "Suck it."

And sucked he did. As he placed his pouty lips over my cock head, I threw back my head in ecstasy. Nico sucked hard, expertly working his tongue as he pleasured me with loud slurps. At one point, he even managed to deep throat all of my eight inches. He gagged slightly, but it felt so good that I nearly vomited in pure pleasure. I yanked on his curly, dirty blonde hair as he gently took my balls into his mouth. Before long I was close to exploding right into his throat, but I didn't want it to end this soon.

I pulled Nico off my cock and kissed his plump lips, which were glistening with pre-cum. "I'll suck on you now if you want," I told him.

"Yeah," Nico breathed, getting up into a kneeling position. I positioned myself right in front of his thick Italian sausage and began teasing the cock head with my tongue. I licked up and down his shaft like it was a Popsicle, savoring the taste of his sweaty meat in my mouth. When I went down on his dick all the way, Nico let out a soft moan. I relaxed my throat muscles and took his cock to the hilt, my nose brushing against his soft pubes. At that, Nico let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

It only took a few minutes to bring Nico to the brink, so we stopped for yet another make out session. As we kissed I reached around and began squeezing his bubbly arse. God, how I wanted to fuck that perfect butt of his. Giddy with desire, I gently moved a wet middle finger toward his hole. Nico moved away slightly, so I took the hint and backed off.

"I don't know about this man," Nico said hesitantly. "We don't have anything to lube up with."

"Yeah we do," I answered back. "Get on your hands and knees and I'll show you."

Nico obeyed, getting down on the mat and sticking his beautiful ass in the air. Parting his muscular cheeks, I dove in and buried my face into his ass crack. I ate out his pink hole like there was no tomorrow, jamming my tongue into every crevice. Nico squirmed around, moaning even louder than when I blew his dick. Once his ass was lubed up with my spit, I again started poking around with my finger. This time Nico didn't resist.

"God that feels nice," he moaned. "Keep doing that."

With his encouragement, I slipped a wet finger past his sphincter muscle and into his butthole. God what a tight ass. Soon I was using two fingers, then three. Nico was clearly enjoying the experience, groaning loudly.

"This feels so fucking good," Nico panted.

"I know how to make it feel better," I said as I slapped my hard cock against his tanned ass.

"I want your cock in my ass," Nico said. "I want you to fuck me."

I didn't need to be told twice. Reaching for my wallet, I grabbed out a condom and pulled it over my dick. I knew that I would need to be lubed up nicely, so I rubbed generous amounts of my own saliva up and down my shaft. I moved into position behind Nico, who was still on his hands and knees. For a minute I teased his ass with my cock and rubbed it along the length of his crack.

"I've wanted this for so long," I whispered into his ear as I pushed my cock head against his pink pleasure hole. At last his ass muscles relaxed and my cock head entered Nico's hole with a soft pop. Nico whimpered in pain and pleasure as his perfect bubble butt engulfed my dick. At first I moved in and out slowly so that I could get him nice and loose. It was a struggle not to cum then and there.

"FUCK ME MATT!" Nico yelled out suddenly. "FUCK ME HARD!"

I grabbed Nico's ass and pumped into him harder and faster, his muscular bubble butt rippling with each thrust. Both of us were yelling out in pleasure as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. It was pure ecstasy. Nico was especially vocal as I slammed him.

"FUCK ME MATTY, OH FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS," Nico cried out as I gave him my cock.

Eventually we switched positions so that he could ride me cowboy style. He took my dick like a champ, bouncing up and down while I got a nice view of his sweet abs. We fucked in around half a dozen positions before Nico ended up on his back. I held one of his legs up in the air with my left hand as I jerked him off with my right.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, aww FUCK!"

Nico's cock opened up onto his chest, coating his abs and pecs with semen. As he came, his ass muscles contracted around my cock. The feeling of his cock pulsating in my hand while his asshole tightened around my cock was beyond pleasure. With that, I lost it. I quickly yanked my cock out of his butt and tore off the condom. Without even asking permission, I busted all over his face. Ribbon after ribbon of cum shot from my dick in the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Nico was clearly in shock, but he didn't attempt to move away as my semen soaked his pouty pink lips and ran down his cleft chin. I was screaming in pleasure as my nuts emptied all over his hot face. When at last I finished, Nico took my still hard dick into his mouth and squeezed out every last drop of my man juice. Smiling, he licked the cum from his plump lips and swallowed the creamy treat. I seized hold of him and kissed him deeply.

"That was fucking amazing," I said, flopping back onto the mat.

"We're doing that again," Nico answered with enthusiasm. "And next time I'm gonna get a piece of you." He slapped my ass.

"Fuck yeah, anything you want man," I breathed, kissing him lightly on the ear. "So long as it's just as fucking intense." I rolled back on top of him, and our lips met once more.



Dream Come True



I walked into the bar and surveyed the scene. At first, it was just the usual crowd. A few older guys sitting in a booth with some wine. A few young twinks obviously trying to pick up some sugar daddies. A few people were dancing. A few people doing shots. And then I saw him. The shock of it sent shivers down my spine and gave me an instant hard on. Trent. I couldn't believe he was here. He was the last guy in the world I ever expected to find in a gay bar on a Friday night. But he was here, standing less than twenty feet from me.

I had first noticed Trent on a flight to the remote work camp location where we both had worked. He was seated several rows away from me, and could not keep my eyes off of his fantastic bulging muscles and the colourful tattoo protruding out of his designer polo shirt. A few months later, I was able to start interacting with him on a professional level and I became more and more attracted. I nicknamed him "Perfect," which seemed appropriate considering how incredible he was. I was always too shy to see if he was even remotely curious, and he had recently taken a job at another site.

But now he was here, on my turf. But why was he here? Could he actually be gay? Or was he just here with a friend? Did he not know it was a gay bar? My mind was flooded with all these thoughts. I was flustered, trying to figure out what I should do. I could approach him, or pretend to run into him, or just leave. But this was the chance of a lifetime – Perfect was here and he was standing at the bar, all alone! Before I could actually decide what to do, I realized I was walking toward him.

"Trent?" I said, excitedly, pretending I had just noticed him as I approached the bar to order a drink. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. In that moment, I wasn't sure if he was glad to see me, horrified to see me, or just surprised to see me. But I didn't care, because now I knew that my Perfect was standing there, right in front of me, and he wasn't running away!

"I was just thinking of leaving, actually," he said. "But now that you're here I'm going to stay. I'll buy, you like rum & coke?" I just about fainted with elation. It felt like a dream, and if it was, I did not want it to ever end.

"Why don't you go grab us a booth and I'll get the drinks," he said, leaning in close and putting his hand on my arm. As he leaned in, I got a fantastic whiff of his cologne, and his touch sent more shivers up and down my entire body. 

I grabbed us a booth over in a secluded corner, and he quickly joined me. Instead of sitting across the table as I expected, he sat right beside me, almost touching me. I was still a little nervous, and I think he could sense it as we talked. He leaned over, hovered his mouth over my ear and whispered, "Relax, I like you. I've liked you for a long time, and I am so glad you're here." This sent my hormones into overdrive, and magically I was able to relax. He put his arm around me, and I shifted over to get more comfortable. I nestled into his warm, muscular body and we talked and laughed for a while. After a few more rounds, he asked if I wanted to get out of there. I agreed, and we quickly got our coats and left.

It was a chilly night, and after walking around for a few minutes, I took a deep breath and asked Trent if we would like to come to my condo, which was only a few blocks from where we were. 

"I thought you'd never ask," he quipped, putting his muscular arm around me as we continued to walk.

When we got up to my place, I asked him if he'd like a drink. He replied with a simple "not really," grabbed me and started kissing my neck. 

"You smell fantastic," he said as he turned me to face him, and began kissing me passionately. "This is my first time with a guy, so please be patient." 

I was extremely turned on by his admission that this was his first time, and told him I would do everything I could to make sure it was an amazing experience. We agreed we both wanted to go slow and make it last.

He started unbuttoning my shirt while continuing to passionately kiss me. When my shirt was off, he quickly removed his, revealing his huge pecs and rippling abs. I ran my hands over the smooth skin of his entire upper body as I made my way to his now-bulging jeans. I undid the button, slowly slid down the zipper, revealing the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. Huge and perfectly proportioned, with a gorgeous mushroom head and a long, veiny shaft. I quickly put my mouth around as much of it as I could, and he moaned with pleasure. I sloppily wet the entire length of his nine- inch member, and began stroking with my hand as my mouth took care of the head. After a few minutes of orally enjoying his glorious cock, I stopped, and removed his pants and boxers. There he stood, completely naked and in my apartment. I still couldn't believe it. I started kissing him again, this time leading him to my bedroom. I had an amazing view of downtown, and was far enough away from any other buildings that I never needed to shut the curtains. 

"Time for you to get naked," Trent said with a smile. 

I smiled, and invited him to undress me as he saw fit. He wasted no time with my undershirt. He smiled when he saw my hairy chest. His mouth immediately went to my nipples, which by now were hard as if I was naked outside in January. While he was still licking and nibbling my nipples, he reached down and retrieved my hardened cock from my pants. He spit on his hand and began stroking while still paying oral attention to my chest and nipples. After a while, he resumed his task of undressing me. Off came my pants and my boxer briefs. He rubbed his hands down the length of my body; back and front, then pulled me close.

"I love chest hair!" he exclaimed. "It feels even better than I had fantasized." We kissed for a while longer, and then he shimmied me over to the bed, threw me down, and quickly started servicing me with his warm mouth. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I don't think that my cock had ever been that hard in my entire life. And after a few minutes of sheer ecstasy, I began to wonder if Trent had been telling the truth of never having been with a guy before, as his skill level seemed exceptionally high. I didn't care, because it was the most amazing blow job I had ever received. I laid back on the bed, and Trent's hands began rubbing my chest as his head bobbed up and down, up and down. I ran my hands through his soft blond hair.

As he enjoyed me, I realized I would soon explode. I asked him to slow down a little, and he began long, slow strokes of his tongue from the base right to the tip. Then he licked my balls, taking them all in his mouth. I'm sure my eyes were rolling back in my head! I asked him where he would like me to cum when it was time. After pondering it for a few moments, he replied that he wanted to swallow. 

"Well then get to it!" I said with a sly smile. He resumed his milking, and a few moments later I let out a loud moan, and my load began shooting out. I think the shock of the explosion startled him, so I placed my hands gently but firmly on the back of his head. When I was finally able to think again, I let go on his head, and he flopped down on the bed net to me. He kissed me, the remnants of my load still around his lips. 

"How was your first load?" I asked between kisses.

He sighed, and simply replied "Absolutely amazing!"

I leaned over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and took out the bottle of lube. He smiled like a kid on Christmas morning, flipped me over on my front and, to my complete surprise, started rimming me! His tongue, still wet from my blow job, was now working its way into my tight hole. I squealed with delight like a little schoolgirl, but I couldn't resist. My squealing went to moaning and his tongue penetrated the entrance to my ass. I was still in heaven. I lost all sense of time as he worked my hole, his warm wet tongue entering and exiting me. Next, he began to finger me, my warm hole sopping wet from his saliva. 

"Do you like that?" he asked innocently. 

"More than I could ever tell you," I replied between moans.

"I can tell you're pretty tight, and I'm pretty big, so I want to make sure you're ready," he explained as if this was my first time as well. I smiled at his innocence and assured him he was doing fantastic.

His fingers were long, and he wasn't shy about getting them in as far as he could. All of a sudden, he stopped, four fingers shoved as far up my ass as they would go. He rested there for a few seconds, and then pulled out. He grabbed the bottle of lube, but I told him to wait – I wanted to taste his cock again before sex. He laid down on the bed, and I went to work on his beautiful piece of meat. I once again took that massive mushroom head into my mouth, licking and sucking. He tasted so good, so manly, so...perfect. But now, I wanted all of him inside me. I poured lube directly onto his cock, and slowly rubbed it all over. His head went back and he moaned intensely. When his cock was sufficiently lubed, I got on all fours and told him I was ready.

He did a quick fingering of my hole for good measure, then set to work inserting his massive dick inside of me. At first he was very cautious and slow, but when he realized how hungry my ass was for his cock, he sped up his insertion. The initial shooting pain was almost more than I could handle. But I immediately remembered who was fucking me, and then I smiled, put my head down on a pillow and began moaning. It's amazing to me how something that can hurt so much can feel so incredibly good. 

He managed to get his whole shaft inside of me, left it there for a few seconds, and then started thrusting away. The pounding felt so good I squealed and moaned and yelled out his name. He slapped the side of my ass as he fucked, pounding away like there was no tomorrow. As he fucked me, his beautiful dangling balls slapped against me like the waves on a rocky shoreline. He alternated between hard fast pounding and slow, sensual lovemaking. It was beautiful.

"I need to see your gorgeous face," he exclaimed all of a sudden, pulled out, and flipped me over on my back. I raised my legs up and before I knew it, he had my ankles in his hands and was back to thrusting. The pain finally subsided, and complete pleasure took over. I watched him as he thrusted, his long member smoothly penetrating the entirety of my ass. I didn't want it to end, but could tell by the expression on his face that he was getting close.

I started jerking myself, hoping that maybe we could cum together. He took turn for a few seconds, but then it was clear he was going to blow his load and put his hands on either side of my body. I frantically jerked while he thrusted and then it happened. I felt his huge load shoot out of him and into me. The look on his beautiful face was priceless. His orgasm lasted a considering length of time, and I continued to jerk myself, still hoping to cum. He slowly removed his cock from inside of me, and before I had a chance to realize what he was doing, his mouth was back around my cock, and in a few seconds I exploded. This orgasm was way more intense than the first, and he swallowed my whole load again. While he was doing that, he began to rub my hole, which was now oozing with his precious man juice. When I was sufficiently drained, he laid down right beside me, holding me tight with his huge, muscular arms. He kissed me over and over and over, as if he couldn't get enough. 

"That was .... I can't even put words on what that was. All I know is if I had have known it could be that amazing, I would have done it years earlier," he whispered into my ear. I simply kissed him and told him he was amazing. We fell asleep shortly after that, and I had the best sleep of my life, sleeping securely in the strong arms of Trent. 

I woke as soon as the sun rose. I looked over at Trent, and was so happy I hadn't dreamt the amazing night. I rubbed his chest lightly, and he woke up, saw me, smiled and said good morning.

"Do you like morning sex?" I asked. He smiled, and before he could say anything, I was lubing him up. I climbed on top of him and rode his cock until I was full of him cum again. 

Trent certainly lived up to his nickname. Perfect in every way.



Dream Come True?



I was on Literotica about six months when I started on line chats and personal messaging with a 22 year old whose screen name was, I believed quite appropriately, "yeah_one_sexybitch". Her real name was Gabrielle. My name is John, I'm 45, divorced, in very good shape for my age, but not realistically thinking that I could handle someone as young and hot as Gabrielle, if the photos she posted were anywhere close to real. She also was sharp mentally, with a quick wit, and a really strong "take no prisoners" personality. 

Gabrielle's mind and attitude would make her sexy regardless of how she looked. However she alleged that she was 5' 6" with a DDD cup, slim waist, and killer ass. The faceless photos that she posted on her profile page and sent to me by email confirmed that; but of course you never can be sure in electronic communications whether someone is who they say they are. The first few months I communicated with her she could have been a 350 pound Sumo wrestler for all I knew (assuming that such an individual could communicate the sexy attitude that she exhibited).

As our communications continued it seemed like that she enjoyed my attitude too. We had some really lively exchanges. Despite our dynamic exchanges, however, I kept wondering "How could she possibly be interested in me – guys must be hanging all over her." Assuming her profile photos were real, what I suspected was that guys she knew in real life were intimidated by her good looks and wise cracks, whereas I gave shit to her just as good as she gave it to me.

After a few months, much to my surprise, Gabrielle asked for my phone number and promised that she would call between 7 and 8 p. m. the next Thursday night. I figured that this would allow me to at least confirm that yeah_one_sexybitch was a woman, if she really would call – a big if.

Another surprise; she actually did call me when she said that she would. Her voice alone was enough to make a eunuch cum. It was silky, sultry, and sexy. She knew all about our previous communications including me once joking with her that she probably had a gravelly voice from swallowing too much cum.

After talking with Gabrielle on the phone, I thought maybe I really did have a chance. I certainly was going to continue further communication.

We talked on the phone at least three dozen more times. It got to the point where we talked almost daily, and those conversations were the highlight of the day for me.

Although hardly humble, Gabrielle was not vain enough to tell me that my suspicions that most of the guys she knew were intimidated by her looks and personality were true. However, after talking with her so much on the phone, I was sure that was the case; and it was the thing that most gave me hope.

In one of our conversations she told me that a cousin was getting married in a different suburb of the same city that I live near. She was thinking about coming to the wedding but didn't know if her finances would work out. Gabrielle said that she had only enough money for a plane ticket, not a place to stay or a rental car. I told her that if she came she could stay in my guest bedroom, and I would drive her to the wedding and pick her up. When she agreed, I almost creamed my pants. 

She got a plane ticket, said a cousin would pick her up at the airport in the afternoon, and after visiting with her, the cousin would drop Gabrielle off at my house on Friday night.

As soon as I got home from work Friday night I quickly prepared for Gabrielle's arrival. I didn't really know what to expect. While I was pretty sure that she would look like her photos, I still couldn't be sure. Plus, I still wondered if there was any chance she was actually sexually attracted to me. Just in case, I made sure that I looked as good as I was capable of looking, and took a nap on my living room couch. Falling asleep I kept saying to myself, hundreds of times, "Don't get excited, Stay in Control," "Don't assume that she is interested in sex," "Be considerate."

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I awoke from my nap about 8:00 p. m. when the doorbell rang. I opened my door and standing on my doorstep was someone with a body that looked like the provocative photos that I had received. I saw her face for the first time. Holy Shit! Her face was as beautiful as her body, with big brown eyes that literally sparkled, and short silky brown hair. She was dressed very slutty; a real tight low cut crop top on short shorts. Her shorts were so short that if they were a millimeter shorter you could have seen her bulbous ass. Also, her shorts were so tight that if she did a jumping jack she would have split them in two. Her outfit was topped off (actually I guess bottomed off) by six inch stiletto heels.

Her outfit screamed "I want to fuck your brains out." 

Her mouth said "Hi dude, I'm Gabrielle."

I wanted to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating, so the first thing I did (aside from my involuntary flag pole raising), before I even said anything, was to pinch her ass. God, what a luscious hunk of meat! She was real! I must have had a shocked look on my face, because she laughed, then started talking to me. 

I was overwhelmed by her appearance. I saw her lips moving, but I wasn't really listening; not that I didn't want to, it was just that I was spaced out. 

Even with her six inch heels on I was still five inches taller than Gabrielle. So I picked her up by her ass cheeks, and smashed my lips into hers. At first she seemed insulted that I would interrupt her conversation; but then I could tell that she warmed up. She opened up her mouth and let my tongue invade. I held her like this, trying to lick her tonsils, for a good two minutes, before slowly letting her slide down the front of my body. She slid down me like she was sliding down a stripper pole, in control herself but causing havoc with my senses. 

She felt my rock hard cock as she was sliding down, and it almost penetrated her pussy through her shorts. What it more than "almost" did was to stimulate her so that she obviously started leaking pussy fluid, wetting the front of her shorts; she was no longer in complete control.

Once her feet hit the ground I stopped smash mouthing her, lifted her off the ground so that my left arm held her legs and my right her back, and carried her into my house. I was so out of it I left her suitcase on the front stoop. I told her "You're way too fucking sexy for your own good!" I wasn't kidding.

Taking her in with all of my senses was itself almost orgasmic. Her looks caused my eyes to water. Her touch sent shivers down my spine. Her smell was overpowering, loaded with pheromones, causing my brain to be incapable of resisting my primal sexual drives. As I moved my lips to her neck to search for an erogenous zone, my hands and dick almost spontaneously violated her.

I literally ripped her top off, exposing her intoxicating mammary glands. The sounds coming from deep within her stimulated me even more as I moved my mouth from her neck to a nipple, sucking it like I was a starving baby as I simultaneously vigorously massaged her turgid mammoth breasts with my hands. Gabrielle started groaning loudly and when she moved her crotch so that it pressed on my hard on, at which point I was certifiably out of control.

I pulled her shorts down and off as I moved to my knees. While still fondling the spectacular orbs on her chest I licked her delicious shaved cunt up and down, penetrating it with my tongue as best I could. Her juices were now flowing like a river. My rock hard dick told me that it must have attention, NOW! So I rose, bent her over a padded chair in my living room, and stabbed her anxious wet hole with my fuck tool. I held onto one of her insanely awesome tits with my left hand, stuck my right thumb in her asshole while massaging her right ass cheek with the fingers on my right hand, and gently nibbled on the back of her neck.

I pounded her so hard that you would think that her ass would be flattened. That didn't happen! Instead, she continued screaming at me to fuck her harder, so I did, fucking her harder than I have ever fucked anyone else before; I was a veritable endorphin-producing machine. I had no idea where I got the energy. It was like a stick of dynamite was shoved up my ass. 

Endorphins flooded our brains so rapidly and forcefully we were simultaneously pushed over the edge! I filled her expectant cunt with a half dozen blasts of cream, each one eliciting a primordial scream from both of us, as she flooded any remaining volume of her vagina with her cum. I collapsed on top of her as we both panted, occasionally murmuring "Holy Fuck". I felt the warmest most serene feeling ever wafting through my body.

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I suddenly woke up. "How in the fuck did I get in my bed?" I asked myself. "Am I dreaming?" 

I felt a warm female naked body touching my back. I felt my cock, and it obviously had been in a pussy, with female cum caked on. I joyfully turned over, put my arm on her shoulder, reached over and groggily brought my lips toward her. Before my lips touched her flesh, however, I was jolted to full consciousness.

Laying there next to me in my bed was the ugliest woman I had ever seen in my life. She was almost toothless (maybe good for a blowjob, but not a fuck), with sores and warts all over her body, and misshapen facial features, deflated tits, and a crotch so hairy that it looked like she had Chewbacca in a headlock between her legs! Ugh!

I jumped out of bed and stumbled into my office, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. My computer was still on. I hit a key. Up popped an hours-old personal message from Gabrielle: 

"Sorry, John. I got sick and won't be able to make it to see you. Maybe some other time! Love, G!"

Goddamn It!



Dream Come True



Okay I am supposed to be studying right now but I am just not feeling it. It is too late for me to really get in the zone. I have always wanted to write a story because some of the stories I read are missing something. They just don't get me hot. So this is my first story. I would love some feedback.



I couldn't stop laughing. My friend continued her little anecdote about her horrible trigonometry teacher. She always makes me laugh. We were sitting in my living room on the couch just talking while some of our favorite movies played in the background. We would stop our chatter for a while when the good scenes came on but for the most part we were just catching up. Finals were last week and we were both utter she- beasts during that week, barely acknowledging each other's existence. I was great to have my friend back. I was even better to be able to relax again. My phone buzzed and it was my mother telling us to quiet down. We giggled a little. I hadn't realized that it was already one o'clock in the morning.

We relocated to my bed room and sat on the bed and just stared at each other in a kind of calm silence.

"I am going to take a shower" I announced. "Want to keep my company?" I suggested. I went to my dresser to pull out my night gown while I waited for your response.

"You mean take a shower with you?" She asked with a confused look on her face.

"Um... you can, it saves water!" I answered in a joking way, but I wasn't joking "But I meant sit there and talk to me." She looked away from me to think. 

Without looking back she responded. "I might as well that way you won't have to wait for me to take a shower." 

She got up to get her sleeping clothes as my heart started to race. After all the months of my gentle flirting with her, this is what it took to finally see her naked. I was in shock. I went into the bath room and started the shower. I all of a sudden became really nervous. We closed to door behind us and locked it. We undressed in silence as I tried in vain not to steal glances at her beautiful body. Her long pale legs, full breast, the swell of her hips and then finally between her legs. She was breathe taking head to toe. I became really self-conscious about my not so perfect body. 

I jumped in the shower first hoping she wouldn't notice the wetness that was already starting to seep from within me. I couldn't think straight. She got in and we traded places so that she was under the stream of water. I admired her backside as she began cleaning herself. We traded places several times not saying a word then she asked me to wash her back. I was trembling as I did it.

"Thanks, turn around let me do you too." She said in a low voice, almost a whisper. I only nodded and obeyed as I wasn't able to form any words. I completely melted as she touched me, barely able to stand. Before I knew it I had let out a moan. We both froze, I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. Then I felt her against me and her lips on the back of my shoulder. One of her hands had wrapped around to fondle my breast and the other was holding me around my waist. She turned me around quickly as kissed me on the lips. I returned her kiss with passion. She pressed me against the wall and I moaned into her mouth. 

Her hands were all over my chest and waist. She broke away from our kiss, giving us both a chance to breather. She looked into my eyes and I saw something there I had never seen before. She kissed my chin and then her lips made contact me my neck. My knees went weak and she pressed harder against me. I couldn't stand any longer.

She pulled away from me long enough for us to get out of the shower. As we dried each other off I couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. We couldn't bring ourselves to stop touching each other though. Once back in my room we both sat down on my bed.

"I'm sorry" she started "do you want me to leav-"

"No please don't, you have no idea how much I have been wanting to kiss you." She looked up at me with unsure eyes. I leaned in and kisses her. "Please don't go Lily." Her hands wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to her and she kissed me again. This time harder than before. I couldn't believe that my dream was finally coming true. Everywhere she touched me I felt on fire.



Dream Come True



It's Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at me. I'll elaborate on that in a moment but first I'll give you some history.

I am twenty five years old, married for six years (to Jenn) and have a three year old daughter. I am six feet tall, good build, dark hair, shy but friendly and like, on the whole, to keep to myself. I have got a good job, well paying and lead an everyday, normal life. No real excitement or scandal, just getting from one day to the next. I'd been thinking about this for a long time and this weekend seemed to me to be the perfect time to do it. I'd had dreams and thoughts and fantasies of doing it for nearly a year now. My wife was staying with her mother for a week (she was ill) and had taken our daughter with her. So I had had a week of my own cooking, a week of my own company and a week of my own thoughts and planning. It had been a long week.

So, anyway, I decided that maybe I shouldn't be doing this and as a final check as to what fate intended for me I invented this test. It's stupid, I know. If you really want to do something you're going to do it no matter what, so maybe this was just a way to reduce my guilt or conscience, that what I was intending doing was the fault of fate and not me. I don't know. Anyway, I decided that if five of my favorite pop music video stars were on the various music stations as I clicked through them between eleven and twelve I would do this . If they weren't, I wouldn't. They were, in no particular order:

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Avril Lavigne, Rachel Stevens, Girls Aloud, Destiny's Child, Christina Milian, Jennifer Lopez, Kylie Minogue, NataliIe Imbruglia.

All hot young pop babes. See I'm not gay am I? I told myself. I couldn't be.

Then why is that if I see five of these that I am going to go up to the public toilets in town and enter one of the cubicles, strip naked and hope that someone saw the message I wrote on the wall a week earlier and comes to have their cock sucked by me?

Ten minutes later and I'm walking up the High Street feeling like I'm in a daze. Of course the videos came on, they were really bound to. My legs pulled me in the right direction as a battle raged in my mind as to whether I should be doing this or not. I didn't notice anybody that I walk past, all headed into town for their Saturday shopping. The further I got from the center of town the less people I passed and the more my confidence and resolve to do this grew. Now I started to pay more attention to who was around me, what cars were driving past to the car park I was headed to. Up the pavement to the final road leading into the near deserted car park and as I had the Saturday before my eyes dart nervously and guiltily around, looking for movement, relieved there was none and now my every move strikes me as being furtive.

I've thought about my approach and I actually walk past it's entrance on the other side of the road, check no-one is about and then casually veer over and nip in between the stone walls at the buildings entrance.

I cautiously entered the old stone entrance and swiftly ascertained there was no one there already. What I would have done if there had been, I don't know. I looked around more slowly and took in my surroundings, they were hardly inspiring, but that had been part of the thrill of this from the beginning. The walls were slate grey and uninviting, as if determined that patrons should spend as little time as possible here. High, blurred windows over the urinals to the right of the entrance allowed a modicum of natural light into the place, while the rest came from the open entrance I had just stepped through. As I stood just in from the entrance I was faced by the slightly intimidating prospect of three open cubicle doors. I made straight for the one furthest to the right. On trembling legs I made for it, I was not going to turn back now.

Through the prevailing smell of stale urine I stepped into the cubicle and slammed the bolt home on the heavy wooden door. My heart was thundering inside my chest but I had made it. I swiveled and viewed the words I had written on the wall, in amongst the rest of the graffiti, the previous Friday afternoon.

I WILL BE NAKED, ON MY KNEES AND WILL SUCK YOUR COCK HERE NEXT SATURDAY AT 12:30

And here I was, Saturday, twelve twenty five, in the cubicle, dressed and on my feet. This had been the fantasy which had dominated my thoughts for the past year and here I was about to live it.

I had lived these moments in my mind for a long time and it seemed second nature to me as I pulled off the loose jumper and shirt I had worn and dropped them at the back of the cubicle behind the toilet bowl. Not pausing, fearing that I may back out, I undid my belt and slid my jeans and shorts off and my socks soon followed them onto the pile of clothes. As my suddenly exposed body felt the chill draft coming from under and over the locked door, I relished the feeling of my skin turn to goose flesh This was daring, this was exciting, this made me feel more alive than I had in years. My cock reacted by rising up and standing to attention, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager having sex for the first time.

I closed my eyes in enjoyment of the moment and dropped to my knees on the cold, unforgiving, tiled floor and waited for whatever would happen.

I waited for five minutes during which my ears heard all sorts of noises that seemed to indicate someone had come in or was lurking outside or a vehicle was slowing down. But nothing seemed to occur. I resisted the pressing urge to stroke my hard cock and revel in this feeling and concentrated my mind on reading the filth upon the stone walls around me.

Then a definite footstep at the entrance to the toilets, I froze, my heart stopped and I couldn't even breathe as I strained to hear more. For a moment the silence is total. Had I imagined it? No, because the steps came again, louder, clearer and coming this way. I dared not move and my eyes followed your movements as if I could see through the wooden door and stone walls. Staying stock still on my knees, I couldn't see you pause outside my closed door but I knew you had and at that moment I knew that you had come here to act on my message and I thought for sure that my heartbeat was likely to explode.

But you didn't pause for long, you moved on and I followed the noise of your footsteps past my door and heard the door of the cubicle next to mine squeaking open and shutting and it's bolt sliding home. I took a quick breathe and when I resumed my silent vigil I could hear you unzipping your trousers. Seconds later I could hear what can only be the noise of a penis being slapped against a palm next door. The skin slapping continued for at least half a minute and I could no longer prevent my right hand reaching down and gently stroking my own hard cock. And then you stopped. I trained my ears again, had someone else entered? What were you doing? I could hear a faint scrabbling and scrapping and then a piece of paper was slid under my door ( there was a small centimeter gap at the bottom of our joined wall).

It read:

UNLOCK YOUR DOOR IF YOU MEANT WHAT YOU WROTE ON THE WALL.

So here it was then. The crux of the matter. I guess I could have still get out of this situation, get dressed, sit it out until you left and put it all behind me. Not run the risk of this. Part of me wanted to do that, to go back to my nice family life, nobody any the wiser. It would have been easy. So why is it that I watched as my hands come up off my stiff cock and reached up for the bolt and the noise sounds deafening as I slid it back and open. And waited with baited breath.

In slow motion I could hear the door to the next door cubicle open and watched in growing fear/excitement as the large wooden edifice before me opened slightly and then swung open fully and you stepped in and quickly turned to slide the bolt back into place. You turned to face me and instantly I knew that I would do whatever you asked of me.

Our expressions matched our positions. Me, on my knees, looking weak, expectant and submissive, like a dog desperate to please it's master. You, towering over me, looking impassive as you scanned my kneeling form with a mocking sneer, about ready to enjoy this afternoon. You undid your belt and allowed your trousers to drop and I was suddenly faced with your intimidating, large cock. Wasting no time you stepped forward and I felt the slimy touch of your cock on my lips. It was at once repulsive and intoxicating and my body ruled my mind as my lips separated and you wasted no time in pushing your cock into my mouth.

The taste and smell were new to me but I had little time to dwell on them as you rammed your lengthy tool deeper into my mouth and I felt it scrape along the top of my palate. This is what I wanted, this is what I fantasied about for so long but my mind raced and I could not relax and enjoy it and take everything in as you hurried your cock further down my gullet and I felt your hairy balls bounce on to my chin. I put my hands up to try and take some control of the rate but was somewhat taken aback as you reached down and wrenched my hands away and hissed down at me.

"Keep your hands down, I'm in charge here. You asked for it, now take it!"

Immediately I obeyed and dropped my hands to my sides, my mouth completely at your mercy and you seemed not to have a lot. There was almost a frenzy to your thrusting, you seemed to be in a desperate hurry, I guess the prospect of discovery is the same thrill and concern as it was to me.

Meanwhile, I was trying with all my will to calm down, to relax and enjoy this glorious moment, trying to breath through my nose and allow your thick, slimy cock to slide easily in and out of my mouth and throat. But I was struggling. Your fierce rate was too much for me and part of my mind was switching off, disgusted at what I had allowed myself to do. I could feel your foreskin peel back inside the tight confines of my mouth and I could feel your pubic hair flit through my teeth. Though all of this my cock was harder than I can ever remember it and on a base level I know that this is what my body had been craving for the last twelve years.

And then it all changed, with almost a sneer you looked down on me and carefully reach down and pinch my nose shut between your forefinger and thumb. I started to gag on your cock and couldn't get any oxygen into me and I knew my hands were free and I could bring them up and change this but I didn't I left them hanging submissively by my side. You were in control and I would do whatever you ask of my body and mind. I raised my hazel eyes to meet yours and convey all this in just one simple look, I'm happy to see you smile down at me and continue to fuck my willing face.

All of a sudden you froze. Literally you go from perpetual, hard motion to absolute stillness, with your thick cock still embedded in my mouth I looked up questioningly and you put a finger to your lips telling me to be silent. You released my nostrils and then I heard the footsteps outside our cubicle, they do not pause as yours had, rather they pass onward toward the row of urinals and I listened intently as whoever is out there unzipped their trousers and pisses into the urinal. The threat of discovery has never been higher and I was more turned on than ever, after all it is me who was naked and on my knees with your cock in my mouth. My god, that could have been someone I know out there, a neighbour, a work colleague, a friend, just yards away as I sucked another mans cock.

The taps run at the nearby sink and I heard the man out there whistling, I wondered if he looks at the closed cubicle door and wonders who was in here. We each listened to his footsteps fade then disappear and with an audible exhaling of your breath you resumed the fucking of my virgin mouth. This interruption had only brought you nearer climax and it is a mere few seconds before I felt your cock throb and pulse in my mouth and you reached down to hold my head and mouth over your cock. I would be tasting you today no matter what. But I wanted to taste you and I awaited your load.

It came at once in one long spurt that fired at least four thick loads deep in my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could but also felt nice and nasty as the cum dribbled from your cock's tip and played over my lips and chin, as you finished you club your cock over my cheeks, my chin and mouth and have me suck it over every last drop.

Standing over me you spoke quickly and quietly.

"Good boy. Now if you want more get dressed and I'll be waiting for you outside, we can go back to my place and I'll give you just what you want."

You left me there and I was quiet as you exited, wondering exactly what I would do. All sorts of things flew around my mind, there really could only be one thing you had in mind if I agreed and part of me wanted so badly to do it. But another, saner part of me wanted to end this now. To leave now and be content that I had done what I had dreamed about for so long. That I had experienced the thrills and excitement and lived to tell the tale and not be discovered. Despite the rationality of that argument as I exited the door having dressed myself again, I knew what I would do and knew that it would be to do as you said.

The bright early afternoon hit my eyes as I stepped outside, once more smelling the fresh air that I seemed to have been deprived of for so long. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had only been in there for half an hour. It felt so much longer. Squinting around I looked for movement in the car park and saw a red car approaching and halting level with me. I felt so self conscious as I stood there waiting for the passenger window to descend.

"Get in the back seat and lie face down on the seat, pull the rug up over your head, I don't want you to see where I live."

No turning back now, I clambered into your car and did as I was bid, pulling the heavy rug over me and engulfing me in a musty darkness. I listened to my own heavy heartbeat as you moved off and initially I tried to work out the direction you were taking but after a few stops and turns I was lost and gave up. I was in your hands now, whatever may come.

Sometime later we pulled into a driveway and idled to a halt with in a darkened garage. You got out and I heard the noise of the garage door shutting and I waited a moment for you to open the car door and I lifted my head and clambered out, blinking my eyes, adjusting from the pitch blackness I had been in to this half gloom. I took in my surroundings, the garden tools and implements on the wall as you led me towards to door inset in the garage wall which led into your house. I still had no idea at all where we were. The hall we entered from that door gave no further clue and we headed up the steep flight of carpeted stairs in a nervous silence.

I was second guessing myself now. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I should make my excuses now and leave. But I didn't, I just followed you up until we reached the landing. My nerves seemed to have transmitted themselves to you and rather than speaking you pointed towards the half open door on the right and I couldn't bring myself not to enter. I stepped into the bright room, which overlooked a leafy garden, I still didn't recognise any landmark and then I heard the clunk of the door closing behind me and your steps towards me.

"Get undressed and then get bent over that bed."

Straight to the point. But I hesitated, still not sure if I could really go through with this, even after all I have done. Yet I knew, deep down this is what I wanted. Still I was too slow for you.

"Come on, you know you want it. Just a few minutes ago you were buck naked on your knees in a public toilet begging to suck the cock of me or anyone else who came along. So why so shy now, eh? Just and oral tease are you? Or are you man enough to take it round here."

You reached behind me and groped my ass as you said this. It made my mind up and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my jumper and shirt and pulled them both up and over my head, leaving me bare chested - I am committed to this. Your rough hands played over my hairy chest and centre on my hard nipples, you pinched and played with them as my hands fumbled at my belt and zip and I let my trousers drop to my ankles. My socks last no longer and as quickly as that I was reaching for the belt of my shorts. You stopped me and hooked your own hands in there and I shivered in anticipation as you slid my underpants off and I stood before you, naked. I was aware that my cock was rock hard and pointing towards you and this is all the encouragement you needed and you wrapped your hand around my cock and pumped it backwards and forwards a few times before leading my by it over to the bed. I sat on it, looking up at you.

"Release my cock. You've never taken it in the ass have you boy? Didn't think so."

I reached forward and once more loosened your belt before pulling out your stiffening member into my hand. This time there was no rush, no intense hurry, no risk of discovery. I took the time to stroke and study your thick cock. I was amazed that I had taken it in my mouth and found myself growing even harder at the thought. I strained my neck forward to lick it instinctively but with just one lick you pushed my forehead back and spoke.

"No, we've done that, roll over and lift your ass up and spread those ass cheeks as wide as you can."

Obediently I turned over and buried my face into the musky smelling mattress and reached both my hands behind me, stretching my fingertips over my soft ass then pulling the cheeks apart. I couldn't believe what I was doing, I felt so exposed, so open.

"Hold them like that, I'll give you a little lube."

I sensed you crouch down behind me and spit into my spread asshole, feeling sensations I had never experienced before as you spat again and I felt your phlegm wetly drip from me. I can't believe how magnified each touch and movement is when I'm like this and I feel a sexual rush surge through my bloodstream. I tensed myself in preparation of you penetrating me and I felt you enter me but I quickly realised that it is not your magnificent penis that has invaded me but, the hardness tells me that it is a finger probing inside my virgin ass. God, even that is tight, how could I possibly handle your thick cock? 

With spit and finger(s) you worked my ass for five minutes, all the time slowly working your erection with your free hand so that the helmet of your cock is dripping with pre-cum. Then with no word of warning you stood up and drove your cock inside me. It was so tight back there and I grimaced and then squealed in pain and shock to begin with before taking the majority of your length and finding that I could, just, accept you.

I've pleased you I can tell, by taking it all, and as I lay face down on your bed my mind gave a thought to my pretty young wife. I was cheating on her I knew. I will attempt to justify this to myself by saying it was something I had to get out of my system, something I had to do. But was adultery, it was cheating and for that I felt shame but the sheer adrenaline surge of pleasure is enough for just now to forget that. You woke me from my thoughts by reaching forward, grabbing my hair and yanking it back as you thrust deeper inside me.

"Yeah, that's it, take it all. You're my bitch today ain't you? Ain't you?"

I nodded and attempted to answer in the affirmative but at that moment I felt your body tense up and you take a firm hold of me around the waist as you gave a couple of final thrusts and fire a sticky load of your cum deep in my bowels. You gave me no chance to recover from this, turning me over and clambering atop the bed yourself, your dirty dick hovering over my face, your knees either side of my head. I knew what to do, with no prompting I opened my mouth and took your spent member in my mouth and lick and suck it clean. I was still as hard as ever and to deal with that you pulled me to the floor on my back and lifted my ankles up high and bend me over on myself like a jack knife. With you supporting me I looked up and was looking straight down the barrel of my own hard cock.




Dream Come True



"Come on lick it bitch!"

I strained my head up, desperate to achieve that but with tongue extended I could manage only the briefest of licks but all the time you were working my cock roughly and as I lay under it with mouth and eyes wide opened I shot the biggest load of cum I have fired in my life all over my face, spilling into my mouth.

After all that, of course, things were nervous and tense and I just wanted out of there and I thought you did to. You insisted we return to the car park the same way we had arrived, with me buried in the rug. The last I saw of you was your car speeding away form the car park as I stood dazed and confused outside the public toilets. What did this all mean? How would today change me and my life? What would I do? Would I every see you again/ And did I really want to?

As I contemplated all these things and more I walked distractedly around the car park and finding myself at the toilets again I studied their entrance to see a guy enter them in a low brimmed hat and overcoat, very furtively. 

I could not stop myself following him inside. This was a hell of a day...



Dream Come True



"Kiss my ass!!"

It's amazing how long I had wanted to hear those words and how much they would change the relationship between myself and the person that said them. However, I'm getting ahead of myself.

My name is Scott. I'm a forty-two year old, divorced male that works for a large-sized manufacturing facility close to Daytona Beach, Florida. I love the weather here so I tend to spend the majority of my free time doing something outdoors. Biking, surfing and volleyball are some of the activities that I enjoy. By staying active, I keep myself in pretty good shape. Most of the girls I have dated since my divorce did not believe me when I first tell them that I am actually over 40 years old. I am definitely not the best looking guy in the world, but I'm not too bad either. Ok, enough about me.

I've worked at the same place for the past twelve years and have successfully moved up from a mid-level supervisor to a Production Manager in charge of an entire wing of the facility. Up until about eight months ago, my boss was a woman named Michelle. I say my boss, but, to be honest, we were more like colleagues. 

Michelle came from outside the industry, so she didn't have the background knowledge needed to make the management decisions she had to make on a daily basis. This meant that she relied heavily upon me. I didn't mind and actually wanted to help her look good to her bosses.

Over the years, I found myself growing closer and closer to Michelle. She was a very pretty woman (damn close to gorgeous!!) and had one of the best personalities I've ever seen. She was always in a good mood and would probably be best described as "bubbly". Some of our operators called her "our little cheerleader", but in a kind way. Although she was no longer a cheerleader, she was definitely little. Maybe 5'2" in heels and that's probably pushing it.

The only negative aspect about Michelle, from some of the guys' point of view, was the size of her hips. I wouldn't say they were huge, but she did have a big ass. I think the fact that she was so short may have made it look bigger??? I'm not sure, but it was something that you noticed when you first met her.

Now, I'm sure most readers on here know that guys typically fall into one of two categories: you're either an ass-man or a tits-man. Yes, you can like both. But, typically, most guys are really turned on by one or the other. As for me, I was definitely an ass-man.

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with a woman's breasts and I spend a lot of time with them when I have sex with a woman. But, to me, there is nothing sexier than a woman with a nice ass. Especially, a woman that likes to use her ass for her pleasure. I love the feel, smell and even the taste of a woman's backside and will spend a lot of time kissing, licking and massaging her back there if she'll let me to make her feel good. And don't get me started about anal sex! There is nothing better than the feeling of sliding your cock inside the anus of a woman. However, when I'm with a woman, the pleasure is all about her, so anal sex should be her idea not mine. Believe me, I'm ok with just using my tongue back there if that's all she wants at that time.

Being as ass-man, I noticed right away that Michelle had what most people would call a big butt. And that meant that she would normally be off my radar. But, for some reason, over the years I found myself very sexually attracted to Michelle. Like I said, she was very pretty. Maybe it was her personality? I don't exactly know what it was, but over the years I found myself very sexually attracted to Michelle and can't tell you how many fantasies I had thinking about her ass.

A lot of times she would lean across the conference table when we were in daily meetings and her ass would be about 2 feet away from my face. I would want so badly to just stuff my face into her crack and breathe in her scent. Several times I would have to leave the meeting room after everyone else because I was scared people would notice the tent in my pants. I was constantly worried that people would notice me trying to catch a glimpse of her butt as she walked past or that she would somehow read my mind and know what I was thinking. Would she be turned on? Or think I was some discussing pervert and tell me to fuck off??

I never really though I would have a chance to see Michelle's ass because, unfortunately for me, she was married. And from what I could tell, happily married. In fact, her and her husband had recently had a baby boy. I was kind of shocked when she had told me she was pregnant since she was almost 40 years old. But, I guess they had been trying for awhile and it just now worked.

Anyway, the years passed with her and I working together and me secretly lusting after her and her big butt. Until one day, the company decided to make some changes. I had heard rumors about some moves, but didn't really pay them much attention. I knew that with the relationship I and with Michelle, she would tell me if I needed to be worried. So, since she hadn't said anything, I didn't really worry about it.

Then, one day, Michelle came into my office and said we had to talk. I knew something was up because Michelle didn't typically come out to my office. When she needed something, she normally asked me to come to her office.

She walked into my office and immediately shut the door. 

"I've got some news for you. I guess it could be good or bad. Depends on how you look at it, I guess" she stated.

She sat down in chair beside me and went on to tell me that she was being transferred to the supply chain division. This meant I would no longer be reporting to her but directly to the Director of Manufacturing. Now, this really wasn't a big deal. Like I said earlier, Michelle never really acted like my boss. And I had always gotten along really well with the director so I wasn't worried about that. The only problem I could see was I would get to spend as much time with Michelle as I had been used to. Up to that moment, I didn't realize how much I actually cared for her. Or should I say, lusted after her?

After a couple of minutes of discussing the moves and how much it sucked, I made a stupid comment to try to make light of the situation:

"Well, the only good thing I can see happening from this move is you and I can now have that affair we always wanted and not get in trouble since I no longer report to you!"

Now, Michelle knew me pretty well and was used to my sarcastic since of humor. So her response was a little chuckle and "Yeah, right! You're so crazy."

I laughed along with her while thinking "if she only knew!!"

The position moves were made and I no longer reported to Michelle. Weeks went by and I still seen her at meetings or in the hallways, but no where near what I was used to or wanted. Then one day, I was walking past her new office and seen her sitting at her desk seemingly staring at her phone. I knocked on the door jamb and said:

"Hey! What's going on? You liking the new position??"

She turned to me and I immediately noticed that her eyes were wet and her face slightly puffy. For some reason, she had been crying.

"Come on in", she said. "I'm not really doing that well."

"What's wrong", I asked. "Is there anything I can do?" I turned to shut the door to her office before taking a seat across from her. I wanted to save her the embarrassment of someone else walking past and seeing that she had been crying.

She sighed deeply before saying: "Ron and I aren't doing very well. I'm really starting to think it might be over."

Ron was obviously her husband. I had met him a couple of times at holiday parties and to be honest, always thought he was somewhat of a douche bag. I often wondered leaving those parties what she was doing with him. But, as they say, love is in the eye of the beholder. Or something like that.

"That sucks", was my witty reply. "I know how you feel. If you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with, let me know."

She stood up and starting walking to the door. "Thank you," she said. "But, I don't really want to talk about it right now."

I stood up and followed her to the door. Before she opened it, I said, "Well the offers there, so feel free anytime you want to."

She turned to me and smiled and then reached out for me. I was shocked at first, but this wasn't her wanting something sexual. This was a friend just needing to feel some human contact. I hugged her back and told her, "It'll be ok. Trust me."

She smiled at me as I left the office and said, "I know it will. It'll just take a little time."

Well, time indeed did go by. I seen Michelle every once in awhile and it seemed like she was doing ok and back to her old self. In fact, about a month after the hug in her office, she called me on my cell phone.

"Hey, it's Michelle! How are you doing?"

"Hi, Michelle, I'm doing good! How have you been?'

"Pretty good, but I did want to ask you a question, if I can?"

"Of course. What's up?"

"Remember when you said I could talk about my issue with you whenever I wanted?"

"Yep. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes. I was thinking maybe we could go grab a drink after work and just talk. I'm not sure I want to discuss that, but just wanted to spend some time with you."

To say I was shocked would be a major understatement! Here was a friend of mine that just wanted to talk and all I could think of is "I wonder if I get her drunk, she'll let me touch her ass?" What a dickhead!!

"Sounds great to me," I replied. "Want to meet about 5:30?'

"Ok! I'll see you at the usual place." With that she hung up. I immediately looked at the clock to see how long I had to wait. Lucky for me, it was already 3:30 so it wouldn't be too long.

Around 5:20, I shut down my computer and started to leave. The people from work always went to the same place for happy hours and to just relieve some stress, so when Michelle said "the usual place" I knew where she meant. I got there right at 5:30 and got us a booth.

About 5:40, Michelle walked in and walked right over. I stood to welcome her and she immediately gave me a big hug like she hadn't seen me in years.

"God, I've missed hanging out with you!" She stated.

I hugged her back and actually gave her a little smooch on the cheek. "I've missed you too! You're definitely a better looking boss than the one I have now!" 

She sat down and we ordered our drinks. I got a beer and Michelle went with a white wine. We talked, drank and munched on some appetizers for what seemed like hours. Finally, I asked her, "So, how's life at home?"

She gave me this big smile and said, "It's over! He moved out two weekends ago. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm so happy right now!"

"Well, I'm sorry about your marriage, but I'm glad you're happy," I said. "What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

She took a long drink and said, "We were drifting apart for a long time for one thing. But then he had the nerve to ask me to try something with him! I just wanted to punch him. Instead, I gave him a choice. I would do what he wanted, if he did what I wanted. He told me I was crazy and we had a big fight. The fight lasted for weeks and made me realize that I don't want to be with this guy anymore."

I was kind of in shock and trying to figure out exactly what each of them wanted the other person to do. Man, my mind was spinning and not just from the alcohol.

"I'm really curious about what it was you wanted him to do," I said. "But, I got a feeling you're not going to tell me."

"Nope. I'm not. But, I will tell you, that the one thing I'm scared about is getting back into the whole dating thing. I'm too old for that shit," she said.

"Michelle, you're not even 40 yet! And I know guys would be lined up to have a shot with you," I said. "Believe me, if I thought I had a chance, I would be the 1st in line!!"

As soon as I said it, I knew I had made a mistake. This was a friend, my former boss for God's sake! And I just basically told her I wanted her! What a dumbass!!

Luckily for me, she just laughed and said, "Whatever! You're just saying that!! Besides, I'm not even close to your type."

"My type? You don't even know what my type is!"

"Right! I've seen you with girls and I know what body type you like and I'm not even close!"

Now, this was getting interesting! "Really, so why are you not my type?"

"I'm too fat," she stated blatantly. "You like the skinny girls with the tight asses. Have you seen my butt? It's way too big!"

I chuckled and said, "No, I haven't seen the real thing, but I would like to! Trust me, you have a nice ass."

Unfortunately, I made the comment right as she took a drink and I seriously thought she was going to choke!

"Nice! Whatever! You're just saying that to make me feel good."

Finally, I'd had enough. I needed her to see what I saw in her. "Look Michelle, no I've never seen the real thing, but I'm pretty sure it looks as good without clothes as when you have them on. And, no, I'm not just telling you that to make you feel better. Over the years I've had a lot of time thinking how much fun you and I could have with that specific body part of yours."

She looked at me, smiled and said, "Ok. I believe you. And thank you for the kind words."

Unfortunately, the discussion then turned to more mundane topics and we didn't talk about her ass anymore. About 7:30, she gave me a small smile and said, "I had fun, but I really need to head home before I drink too much. Can you walk me out?"

"Sure, I will," I said. I flagged the waiter over and took care of the bill. We walked outside and starting heading toward her care.

She asked me, "Exactly what kind of fun where you talking about?"

After the beers I had drunk, I had to think about what she was asking. Then it hit me, she wanted to know what I wanted to do with her ass!

"Whatever would make you feel good," I said.

"I want to know exactly what you want to do when you think of my butt," she said while leaning into me with what I could tell was a buzzed look.

"Ok, if you really want to know. I would basically worship your ass. To start, I would pull down your pants and panties, kneel behind you and put my face right into the crack of your butt. I would inhale your scent and then run my tongue around your tight little hole. Once you were relaxed, I would push my tongue inside your ass. Basically, tongue fucking you. After that, I would use some fingers if you wanted me too while I ate your pussy until you came in my mouth." "Does that describe it enough for you," I asked.

She looked at me with half closed eyes and said, "God, I think you just made me wet my pants! And not from peeing either," she barked. "You have a very dirty mind!"

"You have no idea," I countered. "But, I would be glad to show you if you want to come back to my place. I'm only about 8 miles away."

She looked at me and I realized that she was actually thinking about it. Then she asked, "You would actually lick my ass right now?"

"Of course! I would love to," I said.

"But, I haven't showered since this morning so it probably smells bad right now," Michelle said. "I would be embarrassed."

I knew that if I ever wanted a chance to tasting her ass, I needed to get her away from this type of thinking. 

"Michelle, trust me, there is nothing better than the natural smell of a woman's ass! I guarantee you smell, and taste, great right now. Even without a shower. And if you want, I can prove it to you!"

"How are you going to do that," she asked.

"Come here," I said as I pulled her close like I was giving her a hug. I slowly slid my right hand down her back and over her ample backside.

She gave off a sigh that reminded me she hadn't been touched by anyone other than her husband in several years.

"Trust me," I whispered into her ear as I slowly slid my hand into the back of her pants. I gently cupped her cheeks before running my index finger down the crack of her butt. I could feel the heat of her ass and the slight moisture of sweat trapped inside her crack as I circled her puckered ring with my finger. Since this was just to get her to trust me, I never tried to penetrate the tight opening, just massaged it with the pad of my finger. I could feel my cock hardening as I thought, "I am finally holding Michelle's ass!"

I pulled slightly away from her so I could see her face. She had both eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I asked her, "Are you ready to see if I'm right?"

Michelle just nodded her head without saying a word. I slowly pulled my hand from her pants and brought it up between us. Since we were still in the "hugging" position, our faces were mere inches apart. I brought my hand with the index finger up between our faces and said, "Smell it."

She looked at me like I was crazy at first, but then started to lean in. I also bent forward as she did and we both took long sniffs up my finger from opposite sides that had just been massaging her asshole.

To me, that smell, no matter who the girl is, is always amazing. A mixture of sweat and the other musky odor is enough to make me almost cum in my pants. Michelle's scent was no less intoxicating. I pulled away again to look at her face. Her eyes were still closed, but now she had this smile that told me she liked the way she smelled.

Not to lose the moment, I asked her, "Smells awesome doesn't it? Are you ready for a taste?"

Again she just nodded, so I slid my same hand back into her pants. This time, I wetted the tip of my finger with a little saliva before going back in. When my finger touched her asshole, I circled it like I did last time, but then slowly slid in the tip.

I could feel Michelle's body tense, but she didn't say anything. "Relax," I told her. "I'm not going any further."

With that comment, I could tell she relaxed and leaned back into me. I kept my finger just inside the rim for about a minute and then asked, "You ready?"

"Um hmm," was all I heard.

I pulled my hand out of her pants and placed my finger in her face. "Taste it," I told her.

I thought Michelle would just lick the side of my finger, but much to my surprise, she took the whole finger into her mouth and sucked like she was giving a blow job. I don't think my cock was ever as hard as right then.

She sucked on my finger for about 10 seconds before pulling back and saying, "Ok. I trust you now." She then gave me a big hug and said, "But, I still need to go. Can we talk about this later?"

"Of course," I said, as she opened her car door. I shut her door for her and told her to be careful. As I turned to leave, I heard her roll down her window before saying, "Hey, come here."

I walked over and said, "Yes ma'am?"

"Do you want a taste?"

"Jeez, you know I do," I stuttered.

"Then I guess you'll have to get it off my tongue!"

I grinned like I had just won the lottery and stammered, "I would be glad to," before bending through her window for the kiss. Our lips met gently at first and then the kiss grew into a passionate tongue battle. Unfortunately, I couldn't really taste her ass, but just the thought that I was finally kissing Michelle made me delirious with lust. 

Sadly, she finally pulled away from me and said, "I'll see you next week," as she waved and pulled off. I stood there wondering to myself where this would go and how it would end.

A couple more weeks went by without much interaction between Michelle and I. We seen each other occasionally, but never really had a chance to be alone. And, definitely never had a chance to discuss that night in the parking lot. I was beginning to think that it must have been the alcohol and there was no way she was actually interested in what we discussed.

Until...

"This is Scott," I said into the phone before I had a chance to look and see who it was.




Dream Come True



"Hey, it's Michelle. How's it going?"

"I'm good," I said while secretly hoping she was calling for another reason. "How have you been? I haven't seen you for awhile."

"I'm doing ok, but I was wondering if you could help me out. I've got a presentation tomorrow afternoon and 2 of the slides are dealing with production issues. You know way more than me about that, so I was hoping you could help me with some ideas?"

"Of course I can. What time you want me to come up," I said trying to hide my disappointment.

"How about around 1230?"

Michelle knew that I typically didn't go to lunch and, if I did, it was more of a quick snack. "Ok, see you then."

Right at 1230, I walked into the second floor of the office side of the building. I immediately noticed that most of the office doors were shut and didn't see many people in the open cubicles. So different than the production environment where it was always very busy, no matter what time it was.

I found Michelle's office and walked right on in. She looked up and said, "Hey! Come on in! I don't think this will take long since I know you're busy."

"No problem. Believe me, I'd rather be up here with you," I said while giving her my biggest smile and sitting in one of the open chairs across from her desk.

"Yeah, right," she retorted. And started walking towards the dry erase board that was hanging on her wall.

"I was thinking we could just jot down ideas on the board before typing them on the presentation to save some time. What do you think?"

"Sounds good," I stuttered as she turned to face the board and now pointing that ass at me. She had on a pair on tight grey pants that hugged her butt so closely. My mind flashed back to that night in the parking lot and the smell of my finger as I pulled it from her ass.

While I was day dreaming, Michelle was talking and trying to erase the information that had previously been written on the board. Now, as I've said before, Michelle is pretty short. And, based on the height the board was hanging, the person that had the office before her wasn't. So, she was struggling trying to reach the upper 3rd of the board with the eraser.

Trying to be helpful, I asked her, "do you want me to get that for you?'

Now, throughout the years, I had made countless snide remarks relating to her height and she always laughed them off and came up with some rude comment to fire back at me. But, this was actually me asking her if she needed help. I really wasn't trying to joke around.

Based on the look she gave me, I knew she didn't take it that way. Michelle gave me a really dirty look and said, "Kiss my ass!"

I sat there in shock as she turned back to the board. Was she really mad at me, I wondered? 

"What did you say," I asked.

"You heard me! You can kiss my big ass!"

I didn't know what to do. Was she that drunk the night in the parking lot where she didn't remember me clearly describing what I would like to do to her ass? Kissing was a very good start!

"Promises, promise," I said. Hoping she would take the bait!

Michelle then turned to me and said while smiling, "No Scott, I really want you to kiss my ass. And now! I don't want to wait any longer!"

"Come here," I told her and she started drifting towards me. When she got close enough, I put my hands on her hips and slowly turned her around. Now she was facing away from me and, with me in a seated position, her butt was right in my face.

"How well do you trust locked doors up here," I asked her.

"Everyone's gone to lunch," she said, "but no one will try to come in if it's closed."

Although she had faith in her colleagues, I didn't, especially knowing what was about to happen.

I stood up and grabbed her stack of post-it notes. I wrote "Conference call with customer for an hour" and placed it on the door before shutting it and pressing the lock.

"That should slow them down."

I returned to my seat and again placed my hands and Michelle's hips. "This is it," I thought. "The moment I've been dreaming of for years."

The site of that big butt about 6 inches in front of me was a beautiful thing. Even in the pants. But, then I had an idea.

"You know, I take whatever I do very seriously and kissing is one of those things. I don't think I'm going to be able to do a very good job with these pants in the way. You're going to have to pull them down a little," I said.

I heard her give a slight exhale and say, "Alright." She reached in front of her and I heard the clasp of the pants come open and the zipper come down. She then slowly lowered both her pants and panties at the same time, until she stopped at just above her knees. I was mesmerized! I had often fantasized about the sight of her ass, but the real thing was amazing. It looked liked 2 full water balloons framing a dark canyon.

Now that Michelle's perfect ass was actually in my face, I froze! There were so many things I wanted to say and do, but I didn't know where to start!

Lucky for me, Michelle broke the ice. "I think you said you would start with sniffing my butt."

That was all I needed! I put both hands on her ample backside, one on each cheek, and slowly pulled them apart. I was actually surprised at how tight her cheeks were. Although her butt was big, it seemed like it was solid muscle. I stared at my prize nestled in between those beautiful globes of flesh. The area around her anus was a dark brown, which led to a slightly pink center. Her anus was the shape of a rain drop. She obviously shaved back there, but did have a few stray hairs circling that tiny hole. I didn't mind though. For some reason, I liked when a woman left some hair back there. Maybe it reminded me of how dirty and taboo what I was getting ready to do was?

"Oh well, enough waiting," I thought and leaned in to run my nose from the bottom of her cheeks and into her crack.

"Aaahhh..." was all I heard.

I ran my nose up and down the crack of her ass for a couple of seconds before settle ling on her asshole. I placed my nose right up against it and took the deepest breath I could.

The smell!! Oh my God! I'm surprised I didn't cum right there! There was no mistaking where my face was - no hint of soap or lotion. All I could smell was Michelle's butt and I was in heaven. Of course, after each inhale, I would slowly exhale through my nose which blew a slight breeze across her anus. She obviously liked it based on the low moans I was hearing.

While I had my face in her ass crack and my nose pressed against her asshole, she said, "You remember when I said I wanted him to do something for me and he wouldn't? This is what I wanted."

I did remember the conversation we had weeks ago about why her and her husband got into a fight. "You wanted him to sniff your ass," I muttered with my face full of her butt.

"No. I wanted him to lick it. He wanted me to have anal sex with him. I've never done that and really didn't want to do it with him. So, I told him if he wanted to fuck it, he had to lick it first."

"Wow," I thought. "What a dumbass! I can't believe anyone would pass up that opportunity. But maybe I can score from it!"

I slowly pulled my face from her ass and said, "Ok. I think you're ready for the kissing to start. What do you think?"

"Oh, hell yeah!"

I'm still holding her cheeks apart and, with my mouth only inches from her crack, I knew when I talked she could feel the air. I looked down past her anus and could see that her pussy was wet. I couldn't wait to get a chance to taste that too, but today was about something else.

"Well," I said, "If I'm going to actually kiss your ass, there are a couple of things we need to agree on."

"Ok."

"First, once I put my lips there, this ass is mine," I said as I gave her a little pat on the right cheek, "no else can touch this, ok?"

She jumped a little with the quick pat, but said, "I'm fine with that, what else?"

I was slowly massaging her ass cheeks in a circular motion as I continue to talk with my face in her crack.

"Since this now belongs to me, anytime I want a quick feel, smell or taste it's mine for the taking, right?"

"Oh, yeah," she moaned and I knew she was really getting into this.

"Ok, last thing and then I'm going to kiss you like you've never been kissed before. Since we're getting ready to take care of the one thing you wanted, next Friday, we're also going to take care of that other thing you said you've never done."

She pulled away slightly, enough for her to by able to turn and look me in the face and say, "If you kiss my ass right now, you can fuck it whenever you want!"

I smiled at her and gently turned her back to where she was facing the opposite direction. We both knew that my "conditions" were more of a joke than anything. I was going to lick her ass and if she wanted to do other things later, it was up to her. I would never try to force her to do anything.

But, now it was time to do what I had wanted for years. I was going to lick Michelle's ass! I leaned in, this time leading with my tongue instead of my nose. I started at the bottom, right above her pussy, and ran slowly up to the top of her crack. The gasp I heard told me she definitely felt it. But, did she like it?

"You ok," I asked.

"Yes," she whispered, "just tickled a little. Please keep going."

I returned my tongue to the place she wanted, this time running it in circles round her tight little orifice. I was giving my former boss a proper rim job!

This went on for several minutes, with me alternating between circling her asshole and licking up and down. Michelle was starting to breathe heavily so I took this as a good time to reach up and gently stroke her pussy. 

I felt, more than seen (since my face was covered with ass!), her knees begin to buckle and I could feel her pussy juices on my hand. 

"Starting to feel good," I asked.

"Umm hmmmm.," was all I heard. "I think I'm going to cum!"

I knew that although I was a pretty good ass-kisser, this was still pretty quick for a woman to cum so it probably had a lot to do with the sense of taboo we were doing, more than the act itself. However, I said, "Play with you clit for me."

I removed my hand from her pussy as she reached between her legs. Since I had some of her pussy juices on my hand, I had an idea. "I'm going to finger you a little to get you asshole to open up some. That way, I can get my tongue in deeper."

Michelle didn't say anything, just moaned.

I placed the tip of my index finger against her rosebud and pushed gently. It slid right in to the first knuckle! I left it there, allowing her to get used to the intrusion while she played with her clit. I then pulled my finger out and replaced it with my tongue, darting in and out like it was a miniature cock. Once I felt she was wet enough from my saliva, I pushed my finger back in, this time to the second knuckle. I continued to alternate this way for a couple of seconds, tongue then finger, tongue then finger.

"Oh God," she screamed as she kept frantically rubbing her clit. I could tell she was getting close now so I started to push and pull my finger in and out. Next thing I knew, Michelle's knees completely bucked, which pushed her ass back into me, forcing my finger into her butt as far as it could go.

"Aaahhhhhh," she stuttered as the orgasm hit her! She didn't exactly squirt, but I could see her juices running down the insides of her legs. I couldn't stop myself and leaned in to lick the juices off her thighs. As I licked her legs, to clean her of her juices, I could tell she had stopped playing with herself. She slowly started to pull away from me, and at the same time, started pulling up her pants.

Once she had her pants (and underwear) back where they should be she went and sat down at her desk and looked at her computer. She sat there, for a couple of seconds, just breathing heavily.

Finally, she looked at me and said, "I've never cum that hard so fact in my life! I don't know what you did to me!"

I stood up, walked over to her and kissed her on top of her head. "I just did what my former boss told me to do. You said to kiss your ass, so I did." With that, I turned and tried to push my softening cock back to a place in my pants where it wouldn't be obvious as I walked to the door.

"Scott?"

I turned back and looked at Michelle. "Yes?"

She smiled and said, "It's yours anytime you want it and don't forget next Friday. We've got another thing I need you to take care of!"

"Yes ma'am," I said as I smiled at her. I turned and left her office thinking along the way, "My God, I could really fall for a girl like that!"

Although this story was mainly background on how the sexual relationship between myself and Michelle started, we had numerous other encounters throughout the following weeks. These included toys and, of course, anal sex. Maybe one day, I'll feel the need to record some of those encounters. Until then, be well my friends. And, remember, be careful when you tell someone to "kiss your ass!" You never know where those words will lead!!



Dream Come True



A noise in the night wakes me and I open my eyes to find Nick standing over my bed. Something in the way he looks at me, a certain need, freezes me as well as send a deep heat to the very center of my core. Without a word he takes my hand and presses it to his lips. I watch transfixed as his soft mouth glides down my arm and he eases himself over my small frame. Pressing my hand against the pillows above me Nick kisses my other arm, locking it over my head with the other. Kneeling between my legs he pauses, looking down at me. I can tell he's barely holding himself back. The passion in his eyes is a fire that burns a thousand forests wide and a thousand times as hot.

"Nick." I breathe, almost begging. The thin ice holding him back breaks and he comes down on me, lips pressed to mine. Warmth spreads from his soft kisses and my entire body tingles with need. With lust. I open my mouth and suddenly his tongue is exploring me. The feeling of desperation adds passion to our kisses, twisting the sheets as we spin and claw each other. My shirt is pulled over my head but by whose hands I can't tell. Nick's shirt is off as well and his hard chest presses down against my breasts. The feeling of his hot skin on mine almost pushes me over the edge and I find myself fumbling with the button on his pants. Nick's hands slide up and down my body, finally landing on my heaving breasts. He squeezes my tit, leaning down to lick around my nipple. I shiver under his mouth, moaning his name. Nick chuckles against my neck.

"Tera. Tera, Tera, Tera. God the things I want to do to you." Nick's voice is deep and husky with lust. "But," Nick lets go me, "I won't without your say so." I look up at him, already missing the way he held me. Missing the feeling of control he gave off. 

"I trust you." I pause, letting the statement sink in, "I want to be yours. All yours. I want you to do everything you want to." Nick sits up, pauses, and reaches down beside the bed, coming back up with a heavy rope. We stare at each other for a moment before he opens his mouth to speak.

"This would be everything." He says quietly, "Now we don't have to..." 

"Yes. I want everything. Give me everything." I cut him off before he can finish, "Please." Nick surveys me for a moment, "Please." I say again and Nick takes the rope, tying my wrists to the headboard. It's rough, scratching my skin. Wetness pools between my legs. I nod and he stands, pulling the sheets off the bed, unmasking my half naked body. He slides down his pants and I take in his strong legs, large arms, and chest. A line of hair leads down his navel to his large erection. I suck in my breath looking at it. It's big, too big. The pain would far surpass the pleasure. I pull lightly at the ropes around my wrists. They hold. There was no getting out of this one. Nick is staring at my mouth and I swallow nervously. I definitely wouldn't be able to fit my mouth around his giant dick.

Nick takes a step towards me, waving his giant cock in my face. He lifts a cloth from the table and ties it over my eyes with a smile, cutting off my vision.

"Trust me hun. It will be better this way. Now stick out your tongue." I open my mouth slowly and stick out my tongue, taking a lick of his salty tip. A shiver goes through Nick's body, encouraging me. I lick again, this time straining my neck to swirl my tongue around his hanging balls, up and down his veiny stick. Nick groans and grabs my head, pushing his tip against my lips. I open my mouth to protest and he thrusts between my lips. My jaw stretches wide, taking him all in, being careful not to scrape him with my teeth. Nick's firm hands grip my hair and he begins to fuck my face, thrusting slow and shallow. With no other options, I try to bring out more pleasure, pressing my tongue against his moving cock. Another groan rewards my actions and I feel one hand let go of my head and slide down to my breasts. Suddenly Nick stops, pulling out of my mouth. I hear something muffled that almost sounds like whispers but then Nick is back, stroking my hair.

"What was that?" I whisper.

"Nothing, love. Just another gift for you." I can hear the smile in his voice and relax.

"Then I must give to you first, sir." I say, opening my mouth. Nick chuckles, sliding back into me. I lick his dick as much as the small room in my mouth allows, sucking hard, making him begin to thrust again, a little harder this time. Fingers find my nipple, rolling it against his thumb. I arch my back, pressing up against his fingers. I suck and lick, Nick's thrusts getting deeper and deeper each time. The fingers on my breasts squeeze and pull as his groans grow louder. Suddenly there is a mouth on my breast, sucking and nibbling. I moan, the vibrations in my voice causing Nick to thrust all the way in, emptying his cum into my throat. Nick pulls out slowly and I swallow his salty cum, my jaw sore. Silence passes over the room, hands no longer on me. A few scuffles and dulled footsteps are the only things I hear for a long time. Fear begins to creep into me. Is he going to leave me here like this? Is that all he wanted? 

Suddenly his hands are on me, opening my mouth gently and slipping a cloth between my lips, tying it around my head. I feel my pants being unbuttoned and hear them flop to the ground and there is more scuffling. A gentle hand takes my ankle, wrapping a rope around it and tying it to the headboard. The same is done with my other leg. My face turns red as a breeze comes across my skin revealing how exposed I am. I squirm against the ropes, trying to say Nick's name but nothing but a muffled gurgle comes out. 

"Tera." I jump. The voice that says my name isn't Nick's. It's Luke. I begin to struggle, pulling against the ropes and yelling through my gag.

"Tera. Tera. It's okay. He's not here to hurt you." Nick murmers, stroking my face gently. After a few minutes I relax. Luke. I had been wanting him for months but was always too afraid to approach him. Afraid that I'd hurt Nick, not that he and I were exclusive. But still. Why is he here? Did Nick find out?

"A couple nights ago we discovered that we had a similar... Crush. At first, we were angry. But then we found that that crush might actually want both of us," Luke explains, "So we decided to put our chips together for your benefit."

"You don't have to, of course." Nick's voice is gentle. I swallow. My head is spinning. I couldn't deny that I'd fantasized about this moment before. But how could I know? Luke hadn't even touched me before. "We'll leave it up to you." Nick says, undoing my gag. He reaches for my blindfold and I get an idea.

"No. Wait. I know how to decide. I need you both to touch me. I want to make sure there is something there." There's a pause and I feel a hand slide up my leg. It's Luke's. Electricity shoots from everywhere he touches, sending wetness between my legs. A second later there's another hand on my tit, squeezing gently. A moan escapes my lips.

"Yes. Yes. I want both of you, Sirs." The hands leave and there is silence for a second then I feel something cold slide down my hip. There's a tug on my panties and then they are gone. Someone crawls between my legs. Luke. His hands glide across my legs and stomach, only barely touching my sensitive v. His teasing fingers drive me crazy and I press my head against the pillows, pulling at the ropes. Nick's mouth finds my tit and begins sucking, squeezing me hard, the way he knows I like. His teeth scrape against my skin and suddenly he bites, hard, just as Luke thrusts two fingers into my pussy. I gasp and moan, biting my lip. Luke starts fingering me, waves of pleasure and heat spreading from my pussy as Nick kisses me, silencing my growing moans. I feel Luke shift and his mouth clamps down between my folds, licking and sucking my clit as Nick moves down to bite and kiss my neck. Pleasure rides me and I squeeze my eyes shut under the blindfold. Wave after wave I get higher and higher. My moans get louder. The men can tell I'm almost there and double their affections. Squeezing, licking, and kissing hard and rough. Luke adds another finger, slamming hard and fast into me. I give out one last loud moan and arch my back, pulling hard at the ropes as my body shakes with my orgasm. Breathing hard, Luke licks the cum off me and sits back on the bed. 

Nick begins to take the ropes off my wrists and Luke does the same to my feet. My hands are retied in front of me and Luke lifts me out of the bed. My legs are spread wide and tied to something on the floor.

"What now, sir?" I ask tentatively.

"Our turn." Luke mutters. His voice is deep, controlling. I swallow nervously. 

"Touch yourself." Nick commands. I reach down, rubbing my pussy which is still throbbing and leaking cum. My tied hands make it hard and tiring and I slow after a minute of work.

"I said, rub it!" Nick's hand comes down on my ass and I jump, rubbing hard again. Nick's fingers caress where he slapped, stinging the sensitive skin. I whimper. Luke grabs my hair and bends me over, I barely catch myself awkwardly on fingers.

"That's enough." Luke says and I hear a zipper unzipping. A second later I feel his tip on my lips. My jaw is still tired from Nick and I shake my head.

"Open." Nick says, slapping my ass again. His hit sends me forward and my mouth closes around Luke's cock. It isn't as thick as Nick's but I can tell it's longer. Nick begins slapping my ass over and over, rocking me onto Luke's dick. I'm surprised to feel wetness slipping down my thigh as the heat from Nick's slaps goes down between my legs. I lick and suck Luke just as I did Nick, soon enough he is thrusting back into my mouth rather than waiting for me to rock onto him. Nick reaches between my legs, feeling the large amount of wetness that is collected there. 

"See. I told you she'd like it." Luke grunts and pulls out of my mouth. He straightens me up, tying my arms above me as Nick reties my gag. There's a second of shuffling and a cold liquid squirts onto my lower back. Luke rubs in the lube, letting it drizzle down between my ass cheeks and onto my tiny puckered hole. I suddenly realize what he's doing and I squirm, pulling on the ropes. Luke gives me a sharp slap on the ass, quieting me.

"Calm down." Luke says, "you'll like it." I feel his tip slide between my cheeks as one hand comes around, rubbing my clit. Without warning he slams into me and I let out a muted scream. The pain is almost unbearable but after a few thrusts, pleasure begins to follow. Soon enough I'm pushing back against him, moaning. Nick steps up in front of me, lining up his dick with my pussy. He bites my neck and thrusts inside, taking the same rhythm as Luke in a few thrusts. Strange feelings course through me, pleasure, pain, both dicks filling me completely. Luke kisses and bites my neck as Nick squeezes my tits. My moans turn to screams of pleasure. I can tell they are both almost there, their dicks swelling with cum inside me. An orgasm hits me so hard and fast I don't have time to moan before my body is shaking squeezing my walls shut around them. The world flashes black and white as they both shoot cum inside me, filling me with what feels like lava. I sag against my ropes as they pull out, exhausted. Slowly my ropes are removed, along with my blindfold and gag. Nick carries me to the bed where the two men sandwich me in an tired heap. I kiss each of them gently and fall asleep feeling entirely safe in the arms of the two men I love.



Dream Come True



~ Words Can't Explain

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I came back from work and went up to my room, putting my bag up then sitting down at my computer. 

It was another busy day at work. Over the holidays, it's been nonstop. I'm looking forward to when it slows down so we can all relax a little bit. 

I signed into my computer and checked my emails, and there was an email from my boss thanking everyone for their hard work over this busy time. 

I read it over, then closed my inbox. 

I decided to sign into Facebook, and see what's new. 

The moment I signed in, there were a few things on my news feed from a few of my friends. 

A lot of the things my friends post are funny. They share those funny pictures that certain pages put up. 

A message popped up from my friend. 

'Heyyy Nikky, drinks tomorrow?'

I couldn't help but giggle. Chelsea is always looking to go out for drinks. I'll get back later.

I scrolled down more and was met with a few more posts from a girl I've been noticing on my news feed for a bit now. 

I remember seeing her in the halls in high school. She's a few years younger than me. I'll be 21 soon and she just turned 18. 

She always seemed like a very outgoing girl when I saw her with her friends, but from the look of her posts, it seems like she has many struggles and insecurities. 

She often posts about her favorite band Bring Me The Horizon, how she loves Nike gear, and quotes about how she feels about herself and life. 

I always read what she has to say. For some reason, it intrigues me. I feel a connection to her, and that we can relate to a lot. 

I've commented on a few of her photos telling her how pretty she is, and many others have done the same. She just doesn't seem to take the credit for herself. Which is sad, because she truly is a beautiful girl. 

I notice a few of her posts revolve around love as well, and what she likes and what interests her. 

She's posted about neck kisses numerous times, so I suppose she likes those a lot. But who doesn't? 

She's posted about how she likes someone who doesn't like her back. 

And also about sex. 

Posts that it's been a while since she's had sex, to me, it seems like she misses it, or hasn't had much affection from others. Of course, she doesn't write it first hand, she shares what others have said about it. 

We all need some sort of affection. And it is something that can be dearly missed once it's gone.

I quite like her name too; Sydney. She has such nice long hair, beautiful brown eyes and a nice smile. If only she could see what others see too.

I wonder if we could ever do things together. 

Woah. 

I shook my head from the random thought, but it didn't shake. It stayed. 

Me approaching Sydney with all the things she likes, pushing her hair over and kissing her soft neck, making her moan. 

Nikky, stop. Just stop it.

Placing her against the wall, kissing her luscious lips, listening to every moan and whimper coming from her mouth as I caress her body with my hands. 

Stop. Stop. 

I'll pick her light body up and bring her to her bed and hover over her, kissing her neck again, just the way she likes it. 

Her hands tangled in my hair, moaning my name and telling me how good she feels. Telling me what to do in order to pleasure her. 

And I'd do anything she wanted. 

Okay, you can stop now. 

I came back from my thoughts, noticing that I was now wet in between my thighs.

That was way too far. 

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Nikky Reid. 

She is so sweet. She's commented on a few of my photos before, calling me beautiful. But she's the one who's beautiful. 

She supports everything I put up on my Facebook too, she makes me feel really special.

I wonder if she knows just how much I appreciate her. I hardly know her and only talked to her a handful of times, but there's just some connection I feel with her. 

I bet she's great in bed. 

Okay, Sydney, really? She's 21, she's way too cool for you. 

But what if we ever met up, and things got intense with us? Right here in my bed, making me feel so loved. 

I've had a few experiences with guys, but they weren't the best. A kiss here and there, make out here and there. Oral once. Sex almost.

I bet Nikky has been through all of that, and that she can do so many wonderful things. 

Stop Sydney, this is way over your head. 

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Well I better get going to bed. I'm so tired from this week of work.

I tried to stop thinking about the previous thoughts, but I couldn't. They just stayed in my head. 

I undressed from my uniform and hopped into the shower, turning on the water to warm. 

That wouldn't really happen, would it? 

Pfft, no way. Not in a million years. 

Yeah, what am I thinking? 

I showered off. Tomorrow is my day off so I can catch up with a few things around the house and pick up a few things at the store too. 

I got dried off and into my fresh clothes. I headed back to my bedroom and decided to give her favorite band a listen. I don't think I've ever heard them. 

I searched them up on YouTube and their song 'Drown' was the one of the first ones. 

I clicked it, waiting for it to load. 

The video came to life, and the singers were all on stage. 

They started to sing, and my jaw dropped. 

Wow... He's a great singer, the song is powerful. No wonder Sydney likes them so much. 

I ended up browsing through their music. They're really good. I'm sure they got albums and posters out too. 

I closed my eyes, resting my head on my pillow, falling asleep to the sound of their music playing from my phone. 

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I awoke the next morning half covered in my blankets and with my hands under the pillow. 

That was a good sleep. 

I bent over and picked up my phone. It was already past 11. 

I definitely think I needed that sleep. I haven't had a sleep like that in a while. 

I got up and brushed my hair, putting on some fresh clothes, then heading out to grab a few things at the mall. 

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I remember my brother said he wanted a new toaster for Christmas, and my sister has her eye on this dress too. 

I pulled up into the mall parking lot, finding a spot then parking. 

They have a kitchen store here and a Marshall's, so I'll just run into both and get those few things. I've been meaning to come here for weeks now but work has been just too busy. 

I ended up finding both stores and getting what I was looking for. There's my brother and sister done for Christmas. 

I continued walking down the mall, and came across the store Hot Topic. 

I gasped. 

That's Sydney's favorite store. 

Should I go in?

I'm going in. 

I walked up and opened the door, and music was coming playing and there were quite a few people inside. 

The walls were decorated with spray paint and they had posters, t shirts, albums. 

Pretty much everything. 

I looked at the t shirts and saw one of Bring Me The Horizon. 

I gasped mentally. Sydney would love that. I remember seeing on her Facebook that she wants it too. 

I reached up for it and grabbed a small size, then turned around to look through the posters. 

They had a poster of them too. I instantly grabbed it and payed for both. 

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I placed the bags in the back seat and got inside. 

I ended up going to the Nike store and picking up a tank top, and then to the chocolate store and getting a huge peanut butter cup. 

Sydney's favorite. 

Nikky what are you doing? She won't accept these, and you'll never be able to give them to her. 

I tried to ignore my thoughts and continued to drive home. 

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I awoke to the crack of the sun coming through my window. I stretched out, cracking my arms and feet. 

Ugh, that always feels so good. 

I remembered it was the first day of Christmas break. Christmas break goes until January 5th, and it's December 19th today. I can't wait for graduation. I know it's like six months away, but I can't wait for it to come. 

Christmas is only a week away, and I still haven't finished my shopping. Maybe I could get that done today while I have the time.

I got up and stood in front of the mirror, lifting my shirt up a little bit. 

Ugh I'm so fat, literally. 

I closed my eyes, suddenly thinking of Nikky here behind me. Holding my hips close to her body, kissing down on my neck from behind, playing with my hair. 

Sydney... What are you doing? She doesn't even really know you. 

But I bet she understands me in so many ways though... And that she can make me feel beautiful... 

She's already done it quite a few times on social media. 

I looked down at my arms that have scars from what I went through a few years ago... 

What if Nikky has scars too? What if she's been through what I've been through too? 

Something just tells me she has been through it too...

Mm.. Her hands trailing down to my arms as she traces my scars, and tells me how she's so proud of me that I came through my dark time... 

It was so hard, but dark times don't last forever. 

I tried to get out of my thoughts, and got dressed. 

I'll go to the mall and finish off my Christmas shopping. I need to get started on my wrapping too. 

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I arrived home. It started to snow pretty hard on the drive home. 

I got the bags and presents out from the back. Did I really pick up the things that Sydney likes? What was I thinking? 

I don't even know where she lives, so I won't be able to give her the presents at all... 

Oh wait, I do know where she lives. We were on the same bus in school, and I remember where her stop was. 

I know exactly where it is... I can't just show up...

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I was about to head out the door until I saw a note on the table. 

'Had to go out and get a few things. Can you please stay home and go to the mall tomorrow? I'm waiting for a call and I need someone there to answer it. Thanks, love you, -Mom' 

I sighed. I really wanted to go get my shopping done but I guess it can wait. 

My dad is at work and won't be home probably until later in the night. And I'm not sure how long my mom will be. 

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I was already starting to get dark once I headed inside and started to wrap the presents. 

What if I did just show up? Too creepy? Too weird? 

I have to do it. I want to do it. I need to do it. 

I grabbed all of the things I bought for her and placed them carefully in the car, and drove off. 

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I guess I'll just go back to my room until she comes back. 

I headed back up to my room and sat on my bed. 

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Oh gosh, this is her house right here. 

I turned the corner and pulled up into the driveway. I have an idea, I could just knock then place the presents there, then leave. 

That sounds good. She doesn't have to know it was me. 

I got everything out and walked up to the porch. It was still snowing, and dark in the sky. 

I took a deep breath in, and knocked. 

Go Nikky. 

I placed the presents on the porch and turned around, but the door opened. 

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I opened the door and was met with someone facing their back to me. 

'Hello?' I asked, hoping they'd turn around. 

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She's quick... 

I turned around, and there she was. Sydney was there, snow blowing softly in her face, one eyebrow slightly raised. 

She blinked. 

'Nikky?' she asked, widening her eyes. 

'Yeah, hey Sydney,' I said, smiling slightly. 

'Oh my gosh! Come on in! It's freezing out here!' she said, opening the door up more. 

'Are you sure?' I asked, picking up the presents. 

'Yes, of course!' she said, welcoming me in. 

She closed the door and it was just the two of us.

I can't believe this right now... My heart is pounding... 

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I can't believe Nikky is here... I've been thinking of this for a while now...

'What are all these?' I asked, referring to the presents in my hand. 

'Maybe I could bring them to your room and show you?' she suggested. 

'Sure, absolutely. How've you been? This is a nice surprise,' I asked, really happy to see her. 

'Good thank you, and how about you? You look great,' she told me as we made our way upstairs. 

'Aww, really?' I asked. 

'Of course,' she told me. 

'You look great too Nikky,' I told her. 

She looked at me as she smiled.

We reached my room, and we both sat on my bed. 

'Okay, so I know we've only talked a couple times, and I see your Facebook posts all the time, and I wanted to give you a couple things,' she told me. 

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Is this really happening? 

Her jaw dropped as I brought out what I bought her. 

'Oh my gosh, my favorite band! I love this!' she exclaimed, holding up the t shirt. 

I smiled as I watched her open the rest, and she became teary eyed. 

'Sydney, are you okay? I didn't mean to upset you,' I told her, rubbing her back. 

'No no, it's just, no one has ever done this to me before... It's just really special Nikky..' she explained. 

I wiped her tears. 

'I'm happy to be the first,' I said. 

She smiled, and gave me a hug. 

'Nikky, I know we don't know each other too well, but I feel like I know you really well,' she told me as we pulled away. 

'Really?' I asked her, smiling. 

'Yes... I feel a big connection with you,' she said. 

'That means a lot, because I feel the same from you,' I told her. 

She placed her hands on her chest, and she looked me deep in the eyes. 

'Thank you for this Nikky, it means a lot,' she told me. 

'You're welcome Sydney,' I smiled. 

She smiled back. 

'Well, I better get going,' I said, getting up. 

'Do you have to go?' Sydney asked. 

'Well, I don't need to do anything else, but I thought I'd go in case you were busy or anything,' I told her. 

'I'm not busy, you're welcome to stay longer,' she told me. 

I liked that idea very much. 

'I'd love to,' I said. 

'I can't believe you found out everything I like just through my posts, this means so much, I'll keep these all forever,' she said, putting everything back carefully. 

'I'm glad you like them,' I told her. 

She stood up. 

'I really do,' she said. 

'Sydney?' I asked. 

'Yes Nikky?' 

'Come here, stand in front of your mirror,' I told her. 

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My heart pounded. I had this vision last night... Oh my gosh... 

I slowly walked over to my mirror, and stood in front of it, and Nikky stood behind me. 

'Look at yourself. What do you see?' she asked me, moving the hair out of my face.

I got goosebumps all over.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I paused, then began to speak.

'I see.. I see someone who was broken, and still in recovery, still trying to find herself,' I confessed, looking down.

She put her arm around me and put my chin up again.

'What else?' she asked me in my ear.

I looked at the scars on my wrists.

Her hands trailed down and softly stroked my wrists, gently stroking the skin.

I closed my eyes.

'I see someone new,' I said, opening my eyes again.

'Someone stronger? Someone who can conquer anything?' she asked me.

'I hope so...' I said.

'I see your scars... They show that you are stronger now...' she said, stroking them gently still.

I breathed in, and I looked down, and I was able to see a small scar on Nikky's wrist too.

She has been through it too... She does understand...

'You're beautiful Sydney, inside and out.. You're stronger now, you can do anything,' she told me.

I let out a tear from my eyes.

'Nikky... Thank you so much,' I told her.

'I'm just saying the truth beautiful,'

I smiled, and I looked at the mirror once again. I could see Nikky's beautiful face behind my shoulder, and it felt so right.

'Keep looking at yourself beautiful...' she told me, gently pushing all my hair to my other shoulder.

I titled my head as she did so, and looked up to the mirror again.

I felt her breath sitting on my neck, and my heart began to pound.

***************

I can't believe I'm doing this, but it just feels so right. 

I placed my lips up against the soft skin on her neck, pecking her neck gently.

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I breathed out softly, and closed my eyes.

'Oh my... Nikky...' I couldn't help but moan.

'You like these too,' she told me, smiling, and then continued kissing my neck.

I lost my breath. I wrapped my arm around her neck from behind, and she kissed my neck so passionately, up and down.

'Nikky, that feels so good,' I told her breathlessly.

'You like this?' she asked me, holding onto my hips softly.

'Yes... Oh my God...' I moaned once again as her lips grazed my shoulder.

Her fingertips ran along my side up and down, and my goosebumps formed all over my body again. 

I turned around slowly and was met with her gorgeous face.

She placed her hands on my cheeks softly, and we both leaned in.

Our lips softly brushed.

***************

Oh my God. I can't believe I'm doing this with Sydney.

I've been thinking about this for days now, and it's happening now.

I hope I'm making her feel good, that's all I want to do.

She kissed down my neck and jaw, and I moaned as well.

I picked her up, and placed her back gently against the wall, and continued to kiss her neck and chest.

She leaned her head against the wall, holding on to the back of my head.

I held her from beneath her legs, and kissed her chest softly.

'Oh Nikky...'

'Sydney...' I said in her ear, kissing back down her neck.

I picked her up from the wall and placed her down on the bed.

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It's happening. I can't believe it's happening.

She hovered over me, and we began to kiss each other deeply.

Her soft hands touched all over my chest through my shirt, then she slowly slid her hand underneath my shirt, reaching up to my breasts. 

My back arched, and I gripped onto the sheets. 

I feel so good right now...

**************

I placed my hand underneath her bra, and gently massaged her breasts.

They were the perfect shape, so tender, so soft.

'You're so beautiful Sydney, let me show you...' I told her, gently lifting up her shirt and bra over her head. 

She shyly hid her breasts, but I gently placed her hands to her side. 

'They're so beautiful...' I said, holding them gently, leaning down and kissing them both gently.

'Oh my God...' she moaned, gripping onto my hair.

I licked her nipple gently as my hand gently massaged the other.

'Oh Nikky, just like that...' she told me softly.

'Tell me anything you want sweetie... I'll do it,' I told her, then continued.

'You're taking my breath away... Oh my...' she leaned her head back as I continued to lick and massage her nipples.

I moaned gently as I continued to lick and caress her breasts, slowly making my way down her stomach.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and I ran my hands up and down her stomach to soothe her.

'You're okay baby, just let me love you...' I said, looking up at her, kissing her stomach softly. 

'Nikky, how did I get so lucky right now?...'

I smiled at her, slowly removing her pants from her legs, kissing up her legs as her pants hit the ground.

I ran my hands gently over her panties, and she moaned.

I kissed up to her panties, pecking all over her panties.

She arched her back again, holding onto the sheets.

I licked her through her panties, and she gasped.

'Oh God... Nikky...'

I softly pushed her panties off to the side, and rubbed her gently in a circular motion with my hand.

Soft moans and whimpers fell from her mouth, and I leaned down, softly kissing her clit.

She moaned aloud, tightening her grip on the bed sheets.

I licked her clit gently up and down, using my whole tongue, while I carefully placed two fingers inside of her.




Dream Come True



'Oh... Yes... Yes...' she moaned.

'Does this feel good sweetie?' I asked her, looking up at her.

'Oh yes, please... Please more...' she told me, looking down at me.

She didn't have to ask me twice, and I continued licking her clit gently in a circular motion while fingering her softly.

'Oh my gosh... Keep going... Just like that...' she whimpered and cried out. 

I licked her clit gently and pumped my fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. 

'Just like that... Oh- you're going to make me cum...' she moaned aloud, then she fell silent as her entire body shook. 

She gave out one last cry as I slowed down my motions, and I kissed back up to her face. 

Her breathing was heavy then soon it became shallow, I kissed her cheeks and neck as she recovered. 

She opened her eyes and held my face gently. 

'Oh my God... Nikky... I...' 

We both heard the front door open from downstairs. 

'Shit, my mom's home,' she whispered, and she placed a blanket over us both, hiding me. 

Her mother opened the door. 

'Hey Sydney, I'm home. Thanks for staying. Did they call?' 

'No worries mom. They didn't call,' 

'Okay, thank you again. If you still need to go out, feel free,' 

'Thanks mom,' 

The door closed again. 

I came out from under the covers. 

Sydney giggled, and I kissed her cheek. 

I slowly got out, grabbing my coat. 

'Wait, where are you going?' Sydney asked me, holding my arm. 

'I better get going now that your mom is home. I loved this Sydney,' I told her, stroking her cheek. 

'I loved it so much more, but I have to return the favour,' 

'No you don't sweetie. I did that for you,' 

'But I want to,' she said. 

I smiled. 

'Maybe another time. As much as I want to stay, I don't want to freak your mother out,' 

'But -'

I placed a finger to her lips. 

'Shh baby, I'll be back. And I'll do whatever you want me to do,' I told her. 

'And I'll do the same for you,' she said. 

I smiled, and pulled her in for another kiss. 

We shared another deep and passionate kiss, then pulled away. 

'See you soon beautiful. Merry Christmas,' I said, stroking her cheek. 

'You too beautiful,' she smiled, holding my face. 

I got up, and quietly left her room and made it out of the house without her mom knowing. She must have been in the basement. 

I got in my car and started it, driving out of the snow. 

Oh my gosh, did that really just happen?

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I lay there in my bed, still naked under the sheets. 

I can't believe that just happened...

But it was all I ever needed...

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How was it? Should I continue? Hope you're all well!! 

Thank you for everything you all do!

'You're perfect just the way you are' - Katie xoxo