0 comments/ 25234 views/ 1 favorites My Dream Lover By: gr8shot2 This story is my first submission to any erotic writting site. I hope you enjoy it. It is based on a true encounter with my nextdoor neighbor. Please feel free to write me and express your thoughts. I will answer all. ***** I had been lying in the lounge chair by the pool absorbing the last few rays of the fast disappearing sun. It had been a lazy day and I had been lying around reliving the same morning scene that seemed so obsessive. It stirred a familiar feeling in my loins. My hand instinctively responded by slipping under my bathing suit and stroking my now semi-hard cock. Faith was beautiful. She had a set of store bought tits that just stood straight out and said “fuck me”. The rest of her body was trim and fit and was a testament to the benefits of exercise, something she did by their pool on a regular basis. Faith was my neighbor that lived right next door with her husband. She and her husband were what we call empty nesters. Their two children had grown, married and were living somewhere in Kansas. Her husband worked as an engineer for a very large construction company in town and his work often had him burning the midnight oil on many nights. I would guess that they were in their mid forties but it was hard to tell as Faith hid her age very well. I had often watched Faith working out each morning in her little shortie tops and cut offs, by the pool. It had become a ritual as I sat at the kitchen table, drinking my coffee and watching her run on one of those new fangled machines. The bottom of her tits were visible as they hung right about at the same line as her top bottom. Her large, dark nipples were clearly visible against the fabric that masqueraded as a piece of clothing. When she bent over, I was treated to a view of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. It’s what kept me coming back to this corner each morning as she started her workout. From time to time, she would look over my way and smile. Although I did not think she could see me, it was obvious that she thought she might have an audience. It had become my practice to watch her do her thing and stroke my cock as I daydreamed about what a great piece of ass she would be. That was the extent of our neighborly relationship until this morning. Faith had just finished her daily regiment and had disappeared into the house. I got up to pour another cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. It was unusual to have someone ring so early and as I approached the door, I could see the faint silhouette of a female form. As I opened the door, there stood Faith. Sweat was visible on her headband and top. She had a towel thrown over her shoulders and had a big smile on her face. “Hi Bill, I saw that you were up and I wondered if you wanted some company,” she said. “The coffee smells wonderful”, she said. I could say nothing. I was like a kid in a candy store. I swung the door open and led her to the kitchen. I managed to stammer a few syllables but nothing coherent. I poured two cups and she took a seat across from me. She sat comfortably in the chair with one leg raised and hanging over the armrest and made idle chit chat. Frankly, I couldn’t hear a word she said. My eyes were glued to the gap between her cut off shorts and her inner thigh. I could clearly see her bush. She had no panties on and as I watched hoping to see more, she continued her dialog on God knows what. I had been leaning against the sink with a clear line of sight to the treasure that was exposed before me. My cock started to rise and I suddenly became conscious of the bulge in my shorts. I put my coffee on the sink and placed my hands in front of my shorts trying to hide my excitement. From time to time, I would retrieve my cup and take a sip and as I did I would catch a key word and nod in agreement. “Bill, I do believe you are looking up my shorts, you naughty boy” she said. I was busted but I quickly stammered out a response proclaiming my innocence. To my surprise, she did not move her leg to cover the gap. In fact, she moved her other leg farther apart making the gap even wider. “Do you like what you see, Bill?” “You can try to hide that bulge in your shorts but I can clearly see you are enjoying the view”. “Remember this morning when I said I saw that you were up? I saw you, in your window, stroking your cock while watching me work out”. “Come here, Bill, let me help you with your problem.” It was like I was in a trance. I had no will except to slowly move across the kitchen to the front of her chair. Her hand and fingers kneaded the fabric of my shorts and my hard cock jutted out straining against her hand. With purpose and deliberation she lowered my shorts and they fell to the floor. “I thought you were big from a distance, but I never dreamed how huge you actually are up close and personal”, she purred. She knew just what to say to take the awkwardness of the situation away and bring me into the action. I stood proudly before her as she raised my cock skyward and licked the underside from top to bottom. When she got to the tip, a drop of pre-cum had formed and her tongue snatched it into her mouth, like a prize taken by the winning contestant. This girl displayed amazing talent as her lips surrounded the purple head of my cock and slowly four, six and then all of my cock disappeared into the depths of her mouth. I was like a man possessed, gently stroking her short blonde hair and guiding her head on and off my cock. I could feel her tongue swirl around my shaft as it violated her willing mouth. I felt like my knob was tickling her tonsils each time she deep throated me. As the veins on my cock enlarged and I felt myself getting ready to unload, she gently squeezed my sack and the base of my cock and slowly withdrew her beautiful lips from my organ. Grabbing me by my cock, she lead me to the stairway and said “Lets go shower, I have plans for you”. I followed Faith obediently to the bathroom, which is off the master bedroom. It is flanked by a wall of floor to ceiling mirrors. The shower is a modern glass encased shower with two showerheads strategically located one above your head in a normal position and the other about waist level. I loved this shower because it felt so awesome directing the lower head slightly down so that the hot water would beat against my cock or my ass if I turned around. It was the best feature of the house. As she stood by the mirror, she slowly raised her top over her head. As she did her beautiful tits swung free and begged to be manipulated. I would have to say she was perhaps a 38D but they were soft and not like any store bought tits I had ever felt before. Her fingers grasped the sides of her cutoffs as she unclasped them letting them drop to the floor. She grabbed my hand and led me into the shower. We embraced and kissed passionately as the water beat down on us. This caused my cock to, once again stir to life and press against her V and then shoot skyward sandwiched between our bodies. Her tongue explored my mouth as we kissed and as my hands explored her beautiful ass. As my mouth left the warmth and comfort of her lips, they forged a trail south to her eraser tipped nipples that were at least a half an inch long and getting bigger. I sucked a nipple gently into my mouth as her hands encouraged my head to continue my journey. As I approached a neatly trimmed pussy, she raised her leg slightly giving me complete access to the folds of her sweet treasure. I kissed and licked and finally sucked her clit into my mouth as water from the showerhead and juice from her wet pussy filled my mouth. My tongue probed deeper into the folds of her pussy as my finger explored the entrance to her puckered sphincter. I was on my knees sucking her pussy for all I was worth and she was arched back presenting her pussy to my eager mouth. Her fingers played with my hair and gentle guided me up again to eye level. Without missing a beat, she grabbed my cock and guided it into her waiting snatch. We didn’t move for what seemed like an eternity. Our embrace was tight and it seemed that we were both just savoring the moment. I then started to move pulling out ever so slightly only to retrace to my previous position. As we continued, my strokes got more rapid and longer so that almost the end of my cock would be visible at her pouting cunt lips and then it would plunge back into the depths of ecstasy. As I felt my cock starting to pulse, I held her ass tight and released a torrent of cum into the depths of her being. I was completely spent. Our legs were like rubber and we were almost unable to stand. We leaned against each other and embraced as the water showered our entwined bodies. Without speaking, I shut off the shower and we slowly moved away into the bedroom. I wrapped her body in my terrycloth robe and held her as tight as I have held any woman. We remained in this tight embrace for an eternity, as her body seemed to fit completely within my arms. I kissed her gently on the neck and my lips nibbled gently at her earlobe. Finally, my voice broke the silence as I held her out in front of me and declared that she was the absolute best thing that had ever happened to me. While I couldn’t yet say it was love I was feeling, it was strangely very different from any previous experience I had had to date. We dressed and I escorted her out of the house. I still awake early to watch Faith work out by the pool. From time to time, when her husband was away, we would hook up and have wonderful lovemaking sessions. Faith and her husband moved out of state, last year and we have not seen each other since. While she is no longer in my bed, she will always be in my memory. She and I went to places we had never been. My Dream Lover I asked him to meet me at my house tonight. Will he show up? I'm so hot for him. How can someone you don't really know alter your thoughts throughout the day? I watched a young girl walk past my window licking an ice cream cone, and I think what it would be like to make a sundae out of his cock and eat it while he watched. If I see his truck drive past me on the road or he phones me, I'm immediately wet with lust and anticipation. No man has ever had such an effect on me. I got undressed in the bedroom, wanting to be ready for him. It had been a week, and I ached to hold him again. I decided to shower, and just as I was relaxing and enjoying the hot spray of water, I felt his arms around my waist. Without opening my eyes, I felt for his cock. Slowly, I began rubbing it, feeling that he was ready for me. I had almost forgotten just how good it felt to hold it in my hands. I couldn't believe he was actually here – or am I dreaming again? Less than a second later, his tongue was forcing its way through my lips. We pressed our bodies together with urgency. I wanted him more and more each second. When he started to suck on my tongue, I had the vision of sucking his dick in my mind. I felt my pussy start to tingle at the thought. When his hands trailed down my back and he began massaging each of my ass cheeks, it drove me wild. He pulled me closer to him and I could feel his cock pressing into my stomach, begging for attention. I broke away from the kiss and got down on my knees in front of him. I felt the water surging down his body, making his cock nice and wet. It reminded me of the way it looks after I cum all over it. I looked up at him and started to lick around his cock in long and slow motions. I dreamed about sucking his dick night after night. Don't pinch me. I don't want to wake up. I paid special attention to the vein on the underside, making sure that the tip of my tongue flicked over it every few seconds. I could tell that he liked it, because he grew harder in my hands. I put the head of it into my mouth and started to make light vibrations, then making them stronger as I pushed more and more into my mouth. Slowly I sucked it in, and then pulled back. Pushing it in and out of my mouth, I went a little deeper each time, until he was completely in my mouth. I felt the muscles at the back of my throat contract around the head of his dick, driving him wild. While swirling my tongue around his cock, I pulled his ass cheeks, forcing him in and out of my mouth with a steady rhythm. Stroking the remaining length with my hand, I ensured that none of it was being ignored. To heighten his pleasure, I began to massage his balls. Moving lower, I suck on each one, giving one, then the other, a slight nibble before I put his cock back into the warm recesses of my mouth, letting him fuck my head. I sensed from his moans and movements he would not be able to hold it for much longer. I wanted to taste his salty cum, but I slowed down, took his cock out of my mouth, and licked it up and down. I continued like that until I had covered his entire cock with my saliva. I felt it start to tremble under my tongue. He could not hold it much longer. Just as I got the head of his cock into my mouth, I knew he was reaching his limit. I stroked the shaft and sucked the tip, just as he erupted. Shooting jets of cum into my mouth, I continued to hold him close, taking him deep. I felt the cum spray hit the back of my mouth. Not wanting to miss any, I pulled him almost all the way out of my mouth until only the head was inserted. His cum flooded the back of my throat so I could not help but swallow every bit of it. As I pulled him out, a final spurt hit my cheek and trickled down my face. I used the head of his cock to wipe it from my cheek, and then I licked it off his now drained prick. When I was sure that I got all of it, I stood up and gave him another kiss so he would know that I swallowed every bit of it. I could not wait any longer. I broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear, "Please fuck me, right now." It did not take much convincing. Quickly, we left the shower, dried our bodies, and hurried to the bedroom. I lay back on the bed with my legs off the side as he stood between my legs, tall and ready for entry. I was already extremely wet, so there was enough lubrication for him to make a quick entrance. Holding his body just over mine with his muscular arms, he thrust, pushing his cock deep into my willing pussy. Feeling him enter me made my entire body shiver. I felt him get bigger and bigger inside of me. We began moving in sync with each other. It felt so good; I could not stop myself from raking my nails across his chest. When he put his lips around one of my nipples, sucking gently, I could not hold back my moans of pleasure. When he started to gently bite my nipple, I could not remain quiet. I told him how great his cock felt in my pussy and how long I had waited for him to fuck me. I knew it was not going to take me very long before I reached my first orgasm. I looked down and I could see his cock pushing in and out of my pussy. With two fingers, I played with my clit. He watched my fingers rub gently around my pussy lips. I knew this would make it more erotic for him – fucking me as I played with myself. As he pounded me nice and hard, I licked my lips thinking about him licking my pussy clean of our juices. It was that thought that pushed me over the limit. "Oh, baby, I'm cumming." The muscles in my pussy started to contract around his dick, sending sensations throughout my body. I wanted him to cum with me, but I also wanted to be able to feel the full affects of it. My legs started to tremble, and my back arched. I pushed up as hard as I could so that he was completely in me. I wanted him to feel the full effect of my orgasm. I squeezed him from within as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. He held his cock deep within me as I came. As my orgasm started to subside, I asked him if he would like to try another position. I knew his answer would be "hell yes", so I told him to sit down on my vanity chair and to lean back. I stood in front of him, glistening from the perspiration still flowing down my body in little droplets. I turned around so that I was facing away from him and leaned back. I grabbed his cock and aimed it at my pussy and slowly lowered myself onto it. I waited a moment because I loved the feel of it all the way inside of me with my weight holding me down. Using the arms of the chair I lifted myself up and down on his cock. Every now and then I teased him by pulling him almost all the way out and wiggling around, until he was close to begging me to stop. Before he said anything, I pushed down until he was all the way in and leaned back against his chest, giving him the chance to massage my breasts. As he did, I massaged my clit. I could not help but moan at the immensity of what I was feeling. It felt to fucking good! He cupped my tits in his hands and pinched my nipples. I got so much hornier that I had to go a little longer. I did not want him to cum inside me yet, but I wanted him to be on the verge. I leaned as far forward as I could and started to push myself up and down on his cock. I knew he could see his own cock going in and out of me. He moaned, getting ready to cum, so I slowed. I was not ready for him to cum yet. I stood up and grabbed his hand. He did not protest. He knew exactly how I liked it. I walked over to the bureau, bent over, and spread my legs, exposing my swollen pussy. He got right behind me and I heard, "It's pay back time". He took the head of his cock and teased me with it. He rubbed the head up and down on my pussy lips but did not enter until I begged him to fuck me. I knew if I begged he could not resist. At that moment, he plunged his cock into me. Now it was all about him, he wanted to get off. He fucked me with such fierceness that I was close to cumming again. My wetness increased in anticipation of receiving his cum. It did not take long before I felt his cock start to swell and twitch inside of me. Now it was time for him. He kept pumping faster and harder. He was on a mission and he was going to reach his goal. He rammed me deep one last time and pushed his cock in as far as he could. Holding my hips, he came deep inside me. I felt his cum hitting the inside of my pussy. Suddenly, I was cumming again. My legs could hardly hold me up, but his strong hands held me steady as he poured his cum into me. So much, again! Our combined juices oozed out of my pussy and flowed down my legs. I had a purpose for making him wait until now. Standing in such a way as I was, it made more of a mess for him to clean up. I smiled at the thought of his tongue between my legs. I licked my lips as visions of him sucking on my clit came into my mind. As I felt the last of his orgasm, I could not hold back my eagerness. "Are you ready to clean up this mess you made?" As he withdrew from me, more cum dripped from my pussy. I walked to the vanity chair, sat, and spread my legs open as wide as I could. I rubbed my clit, slick with our juices. I put my other hand on my breast and started massaging it in sync to the hand that was playing with my pussy. He got on his knees in front of me and moved my hand out of the way. I grabbed his head and pushed it toward my begging pussy. He started to lick around my clit, giving it gentle flicks of the tongue. As he inserted a finger into my pussy, he licked all around making circular motions with his tongue. Adding another finger he started pumping them in and out making more juices flow from my pussy. He frantically licked around, getting every crevice and every drop that flowed out of me. He took his fingers out and put his tongue in their place, fucking my pussy with his tongue. I felt it going in and out of my pussy and surges of pleasure ran through my body. I reached down to rub my throbbing clit. He noticed that it was begging for attention and moved my fingers. He sucked and nibbled on my swollen clit, sending even greater surges through me. I could feel my orgasm coming. From the way I was moving my ass around, he could tell that I was close. He moved his mouth down further and started to lick around long and slow. As I came again, more juices started to flow. My lover did not waste any, licking up every bit of it. After getting the last of it, he trailed his way up my stomach leaving a wet trail with his tongue. When he reached my tits, he left fiery little kisses in a circle around each one and sucked on each of the nipples. I wanted that tongue in my mouth. I grabbed his head and pulled him face to face with me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me, pressing my lips against his and shoving my tongue into his mouth. I could taste the remains of our combined juices, as we kissed long and deep. After all that had happened, it was that kiss that left me feeling the most pleasured. I had the man of my dreams in my arms and his tongue in my mouth. I knew we were going to have many exciting nights in the future and I could not wait to get started on them. I could not wait to feel his cock in my warmest and wettest crevices once again. We broke away from the kiss and got into bed, naked and fully satisfied. I fell asleep in his arms and had the most peaceful night that I had ever had. My Dream Lover, or Is It? I was 16 when mom remarried. At the time, I was in boarding school and met my new family only at the wedding and later once a year, every holiday. My step father had two sons from his earlier marriage; both the boys were older than I. One was 18 and the other 19. After school, I went on to college and then started working. In all these years, I got a lot of support from my step-dad and some sage advice, whenever I needed a friendly shoulder. At 23, I got posted to the same town as my mother's new family. My step-dad suggested that I could move in with them, thus save a substantial amount on rent and living expense. The offer was too good to pass up and I agreed. My room, was a little away from the rest of the house, and had been used as a guest room, till I moved in. I had a separate entrance and could, if I wanted, go in and out, without the rest of the family knowing about it. Before moving in, I had a long talk with my mother and we both agreed that I would not be bringing in any of my boyfriends home. I could if I wanted to stay out in the night, but this was allowed only on the weekends, same as the "boys". Since, I did not know anyone in the city and my new family had been so nice to me, I agreed. My real dad had left mom for another woman, soon after I was born and had never bothered to help us out. Mom had been so hurt that she had not even taken child-support from him; she had raised me all by herself. For me, once I moved in, this was the first time that I had a real family. I loved playing board games with my "brothers" or the family dinners. The house always seemed to be full of laughter and fun. My step-dad had been a widower when he married mom, and both the boys confessed that they had moved in after the wedding, since they missed having a real family too. The family dinner and the post-dinner coffee became a ritual with us and all of us looked forward to this quiet time after the hectic day at work. While things couldn't be better at the family front, my personal life had completely gone for a toss. While moving in to this city, I had broken up with my boyfriend, and I had been dating him for 3 years. I hadn't met anyone yet that I found remotely interesting. A few of my colleagues had shown an interest in me, but somehow I found myself getting bored on the few dates I went out on. My mind would be running back home, and I found myself wanting to go back home earlier and earlier everyday. This new family was like a drug to me and I couldn't have enough of it. The fallout of this situation was that I missed sex, a lot. I had always been aware of my urges, but of late it was like a switch had been flipped. Maybe it was because I was more confident now and comfortable with my body, or perhaps I missed it because I was used to getting it on a regular basis, but whatever the case I found that these days I was almost constantly horny. The presence of three hunky, sexy men around me did not help matters at all. I figured that I had masturbated more in the past month and a half, since moving in here, than I had in the two years I had been single after college. Back then I indulged maybe a couple times a week if I was really horny that week. Now it was almost everyday and I even did it a couple of times in one day, once when I woke up, after a particularly sexy dream, and then again before bed. That night, after I had pleasured myself, I slipped into yet another hot dream. This time the dream was so vivid that I could actually feel it. I felt someone nibbling my neck, while his hands fondled my breasts. I had taken off my clothes earlier, and the effect of those hands on my breasts, felt like an electric current passed through my body. I arched up offering more of myself to my dream lover, inviting him to take more of me. In my dream I could feel his heavy weight on top of me, pinning my arms to my sides with his legs so I can't struggle away. He forces my legs wide apart. I feel more exposed than I ever have, and still I can't help but feel myself growing damp between my thighs. I prayed that he wouldn't notice, but part of me knew that he would. His hands slide over my flesh; kneading my thighs and stomach roughly enough I was certain I'd be bruised. I knew that I could not fight him off. He had me pinned to the bed, was on top of me and I didn't have stitch of clothing covering me. I shook my head to let him know that I would cooperate, but the pressure of his hand only increased. I gave in then, letting my body relax and gave in to his explorations. He realized that the fight had gone from me; I was his to do as he pleased. He called me a filthy whore, and that he could smell my fear and desire just before slowly beginning to lick my exposed pussy almost tenderly. I writhed under his touch, disgusted with myself as I felt my arousal begin to burn in my groin far hotter than it ever had before. His fingers plunged into me suddenly, I twisted and tried to squirm away, and he began to suck my clit. I could feel the bed growing damp underneath me from my juices, and I blushed in desire and shame. I began to feel hot as his thick fingers plunged into me roughly, and I could feel my muscles tighten down on his fingers, making them feel even bigger inside me. My head swam, and my body was afire, tingling everywhere with need. Orgasms over take me, and then suddenly, his mouth and fingers are gone... My senses were hazy, in my half sleep, half dream state I can hear the sound of a zipper being yanked down. I shudder. It's not over yet, I think to myself, though my body still screams for more. All my senses are concentrated around his cock. His erection pulses, oozing with pre-cum eagerly as he stands beside the bed. He climbs between my legs, pressing his hard cock against my slick opening. He slides his erection against me, teasing my slippery sex. He tells me he wants me to beg him to fuck me, and I protest, tears running down my face. I am not sure why I am crying, I so badly need to feel him inside me. He continues to slide himself against me, and I weakly ask him to fuck me, my words barely audible. He slaps me, and demands I say it louder. I sob, and comply. He says it's my lucky night. With one hard stroke, he slams himself inside me, bruising my flesh a little in the process. He slams himself inside me, all the while saying I'm a dirty girl. I feel myself growing lightheaded, and I can feel that familiar tingling. I cry out in pleasure as much as protest, but I seem to have lost all words at the moment. I orgasm again, and he continues to thrust, extending the sensation for what seems like hours to me. I hear his breathing become erratic, and he continues to fuck me hard and without mercy. His breathing was ragged and he moaned as I felt the length of his cock throb and pump into me. I just lay beneath him as he fell on top of me and continued to pump his pulsing cock into me. After maybe ten minutes or so he just settled down and lay on top of me with his cock still deep inside of me. I felt a bit of liquid gush past his cock and it ran down my butt onto the sheets. I didn't care anymore, I slid into another dream. I let him have me all night long. I awoke alone, and the first thing I thought was it had all been a dream like so many times before. This time though was a little different, I was naked and my body ached pleasantly in various places. In one horror filled moment, I realized that the events of last night were real and not a dream. I had been taken by either my step father or one of my step brothers and I did not know who it was; all 3 men in the house had a similar built, large, stocky but athletic. Hearing voices outside, I decided to get up. My knees still felt incredibly weak, and I couldn't even walk straight - I had been well and truly fucked. I decided to take a shower and get dressed. As I join the rest of the family, I look for signs of acknowledgment, some signal that might let me know who it was. I can see no tell-tale signs and am none the wiser. I guess I'll have to wait till tonight to find out, that is if he decides to visit me again.