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In Your Dreams

By: nushu2



Jessie woke up in a mess. The sheets had been pushed to the side and her t-shirt was wrinkled up above her naked breasts. The cool night air was welcome on her warm sweaty skin but that was not what had awakened her. The dream was so realistic that her panties were damp. This was not the first time that she woke up like this. It started about a week ago and had happened every night. Before that, Jessie could not recall ever having an erotic dream. The alarm clock glowed, 2:48, in red against the blackness and Jessie threw her head back against the pillow in exasperation.

"I really gotta find a man," she sighed to herself.

She laid there, recalling the dream, when things suddenly changed. She felt a cool hand glide along her stomach up to her breast. She bolted up and focused her eyes but nobody was there. That was the end of the sleep she would get for the night. She tried to convince herself that she imagined it but it was just too real. She was scared and she didn't get scared. She was always in control but she didn't know how to control this. Jessie didn't believe in ghosts. She didn't disbelieve either. It hadn't seemed important till now. The difficulty wasn't the concept, but the belief. In her mind, faith and trust were synonymous with betrayal. She drank coffee until it was time to go to work. She was afraid to go back to that bed. 

Jessie liked her job but she felt she had hit that glass ceiling. She had enough money that she didn't need to work and she had tried that for a while but got bored. She is an advertising exec and had pursued her career with undaunted ambition. Nothing was more important to her but she often remembered her younger, simpler life and wondered if she had taken a different path. She had all but given up on her youthful dreams of a family of her own. There was that one time that it was within her grasp but she had other priorities. Mostly, she didn't want to have a family like the one she was born into. The best day of her life was when her father died. If it wasn't for his insurance, she wouldn't have been able to go to college. She resented her mother almost as much for her silence when her father abused her.

She called her secretary into the office. She needed somebody else's opinion but she didn't have many friends she could talk to. 

"Trish, this is gonna sound weird, but do you believe in ghosts?," she asked pensively.

Trish was confused at her boss's personal question. Jessie had never spoken to her about anything other than work. 

"Ya, I guess so," she answered reluctantly.

Actually, Trish loved this kind of stuff. She had a whole library of books on the subject and has always considered herself to have psychic ability. 

"Have you ever seen a ghost?," Jessie continued with more confidence.

"No, but I, sorta, felt them," Trish answered as she sat down on the opposite side of the desk.

"What do they feel like?," Jessie pounced

"Well, it's like they have something incomplete, like they didn't finish something in their life."

"But have you, actually, ever been touched by one"?

"Ya, it was kinda like a cold breeze that went right through me."

"Through you," Jessie repeated as if relieved.

"What happened," Trish asked as she began to clue in.

"It was probably just a dream."

"Was it a good dream or a bad dream?," Trish asked coyly.

"I don't know," Jessie answered, "It was just a dream."

Trish realized that life had gone back to normal and excused herself to leave. 

"She really needs to get a man," she thought to herself as she went back to her desk, "Life's a bitch and so's the boss."

That night, Jessie had quite a bit more wine than usual before she went to bed. It didn't help. Again, she was awoken with her pussy on fire and her nipples hard. She waited a while to make sure she was completely alone and, in that time, decided she was being silly. Still, though, her body was aching for satisfaction and she slid her hand under her panties to finish the job. As her finger rubbed against her swollen clit, she felt her panties being tugged down to her knees as her legs were pushed together. 

"You like that, you sick bastard," Jessie yelled into the air, "You getting a good look"?

Suddenly, her ankles were lifted and the panties flew off. Jessie was more angry than scared. She's been through this before in her lifetime but, back then, he had a face. She felt just as helpless now and she didn't want to surrender without a fight but there was nothing to hit. She, sure as hell, wasn't going to let her see her cry, even if she remembered how.

"C'mon you bastard. You want some of this? Doesn't your little prick work unless we struggle. Fuck you. Fuck me."

She spread her legs and stared up to the ceiling. Agonizing seconds went by before she felt a touch. It was gentle and, in some way, caring. The touch wasn't sexual as much as affectionate and if it could be translated into words, it would say, "Shh, baby. Don't cry." Slowly, the tender caresses began to grasp and kisses as soft as butterfly wings fluttered on her skin. 

"Shit," she thought, "What kind of rapist would go down first." 

If nothing else, Jessie knew it wasn't the ghost of her father. This was just too weird for her and she pinched herself to check if she was really awake. Probably, all she had to say was, "Stop" or "No," but the words never left her mouth. She didn't want to enjoy it but she couldn't help it. It was like trying not to laugh when tickled. She couldn't tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. She even had to admire this faceless spectre for his skill. It just kept going at it and never lifted it's head from it's business. This was no cold breeze. It was a hot flood.

She screamed, "No, Not now," as she felt it rise from deep inside and , then, the flood gates opened.

That was it. He, or it, had gone an she was left wondering if she had gone insane. She knew one thing and that was she hadn't had enough to drink. She had to laugh at her predicament. She imagined reporting the incident to the police. Then, she imagined being locked up in a padded cell. 

Jessie took the next day off work and arranged to see a psychiatrist. She, also, reserved a hotel room. When she did go back to work, she called Trish back into the office.

"So, how much do you know about ghosts"?

"I've read a lot," Trish answered plainly, "What's going on?"

Jessie tried to talk but the words stuck in her throat.

"It's okay," Trish cut in, "I know somebody you can talk to."

Trish went to her desk and returned with a paperback book called "Spiritual ..." something or other and a piece of paper with a phone number.

"He's a friend of mine," Trish offered, "And he really knows what he's talking about."

Jessie glanced through the book but found it silly. She still couldn't bring herself to believe and always thought that those who did were idiots. She was a pragmatist and a scientist at heart but the fundamental philosophy of science is to be open minded. So, that night in the hotel room, she made a phone call. She had nothing else to lose.

Ernest Erikson looked exactly as she anticipated. He was a freak. He had long hair, a beard and round glasses but he seemed nice enough. It only cost her a dinner to talk to him and she had no trouble opening up with him. It wasn't likely that she would ever see him again. Still, she stopped short of incriminating herself. He had that way of answering a question with a riddle which is supposed to make him look intelligent. Jessie didn't fall for it and told him so. After that, it got better. He really didn't know anything about ghosts but he had an interesting philosophy.

"Everything that you can see or feel or know is false. Reality is just a persistent delusion. The light of day reflects abstraction and the dark of night shrouds the truth."

That sounded like poetic bullshit to Jessie too, at first, but he was serious and she started to think about it. Since her world had been turned upside down, an answer that was inside out seemed to make sense. She got out of there not knowing anything more but, at least, she knew that she didn't know anything. She was determined to learn the unknowable.

She checked out of the hotel and went back home. She sat in bed, with all her clothes still on, and challenged the ghost to return. She waited in vain for hours, debating her sanity versus her reality. Then, she remembered.

"The dark of night shrouds the truth."

She turned off the lights and returned to bed.

"What the hell," she thought and stripped down to her underwear. For some reason, she had chosen to wear a lacy black bra and panties that day, which could, more accurately, be described as lingerie. 

It wasn't much more than a breeze, but the breeze blew her hair back and kissed her on the neck. 

"What the fuck do you want?," she yelled into the darkness, "Who are you?."

She felt her hand get cold. The tiny hairs on her arm stood up and a chill went up to her neck. Her head tingled as if it were charged with static. It was just a touch but, like a picture, a touch can say a thousand words.

"Is that it? You want me to love you? Jeez, did you ever pick the wrong woman."

She remembered that she was in love once. She was capable of love. She even married the jerk but it ended badly, especially for him. "Any idiot can fall in love," was her philosophy, "just don't let it get in the way."

"If you want me to love you, make me an offer," she countered, "Let me warn you, I'm not cheap. It'll cost you."

If it takes honesty to dissuade a ghost, then let it see a heart colder than it's own. It wasn't really cold though. It was armoured and protected. Even when it beat strongly, it was still contained.

She felt him on her lips but she did not pull back. She kissed him back. If there had been something to hold on to, she would have. The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back being fondled. She didn't just feel it, she saw invisible fingers pressing into her flesh and her breasts moved from unseen forces. She didn't just resign herself to the situation, she volunteered. 

Before long, Jessie was naked to the night and welcoming it inside. Gentleness had gone and passion had taken it's place. The unseen spirit had a selfish side. It took what it wanted forcefully and violently. This was something that Jessie could relate to. The mattress compressed and bounced under her and she felt useless with nothing to hold on to. Jessie could feel it's presence pounding into her but she could not touch it. She prided herself on her sexual prowess but, now, she felt like a virgin, to misquote Madonna. She could only accept what he had to offer and she did so willingly. 

He wasn't cold anymore. It was as if her heat had transferred to him. As if he absorbed her energy to manifest himself. The hotter she got, the stronger he became and when she reached climax, so did he. It seems gross , but she wondered what kind of ectoplasmic goo was inside of her. He hadn't left, she felt the weight of his arm pressed against her and his hand moving from her thigh to her damp pussy.

"Shit," she exclaimed as she jumped out of bed, "It's you. It can't be. You're dead. I killed you."

She knew it was John, her late husband. Who else would do that? He had always haunted her memories and, now, he haunted her bed. They were married for two years when he met his death. Actually, he married his death but it just took a while. He was wealthy and well insured. When the opportunity came, and he was perched on the edge of a cliff on one of the hiking expeditions they both enjoyed, she couldn't resist. 

It was such a shame because she really did love him. Not at first, but she grew to love him. She even learned to enjoy sex for the first time in her life. He was a good man. It wasn't fair that he happened to be rich, as well. It never was the plan. The plan was to divorce him after a couple years but she lost the will to do that. She had learned about happiness, or had it within her reach, but she was still a scorpion on the back of a swan. It was her nature.

Over time, even nature evolves. Many years of festering guilt can change a person. It took years to form Jessie into what she was and it took many more to undo even a portion of that. Unfortunately, she could never live long enough to undo that one moment. 

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it," she pleaded, "I really loved you. I didn't want to. I didn't know how to. I didn't deserve you."

"You were there and I saw a way out. It was instinct. I didn't even think."

She was talking to the air. The sun had come up and that reality had retreated to the shadows. You would think she would have a better excuse after all these years. She had been rehearsing but she never expected to say it out loud. For days, she had hardly any sleep and she was getting groggy but, still, far too anxious for sleep. She shouldn't have bothered to go to work that morning but she thought it would be a diversion. It wasn't. She neglected her morning ritual of lipstick and eyelashes and a dozen other tricks that seemed pointless. She shut herself in her office and would not see anyone. Mostly, she just stared at a picture on her desk. It was the last picture taken of her smiling sincerely. She kept it there so that other people could see that she had been married once. She preferred being thought of as sad rather than pathetic. The truth is that nobody really knew her and, because of that, thought she was aloof. Beyond that, nobody cared. Who has time for mysteries anymore? 

The day had been just a waking dream. Jessie had to know if he had forgiven her. She waited, impatiently, for darkness and when it came, she forced herself to breathe as if she had forgotten how. She left the balcony window open to welcome the night and sat in silence, searching for a sign of his presence. She didn't expect what she saw. It was like a puff of smoke and, for a while, she thought it was from her own cigarette. It didn't reflect the light. It glowed with a light of its own. 

"John, is that you?" 

She didn't need an answer. She followed him to the balcony and when he dissipated into the air, she reached over the edge to touch him. Now that she got him back, she didn't want to let go. It takes a long time to fall fourteen floors to the ground but, in that time, she never lost her smile. The happiness that she couldn't find in life, she found in death. Scorpions can't fly, either.

In Your Dreams



I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything. I just got curious about some things, and one thing kind of led to another... It started when I was dating a nurse by the name of Luke. No, that sounds wrong. I really don't swing that way. I better back up.

She was called Luke by everybody, but her name was really Lucretia. That makes a lot of people think of poison, which concerns some patients, while a pretty young woman called Luke just makes them smile. Some of the other staff would refer to her as Miss O'Cyte, to see if the patient got the joke, and she did look Irish, it's true.

Anyway, Luke was interested in the whole thing of how the mind affects the body, and vice versa, but also how they could act independently. She had sitting in the apartment she shared a book about astral projection, or soul travel, or out-of-body experiences, or a couple other names. I looked over the book while I was waiting for her to get ready and I got curious. I had heard of it, of course, but never thought much about it.

We talked about o.o.b., as it's called sometimes, that night, and I got fascinated. Luke and I talked a lot when we dated, and maybe for that reason (or maybe despite it) never did much physical. Those conversations might be a sign that we were suited to be together, but we drifted apart anyway. We were friendly but hadn't dated for a while when she got a job in another city.

I doubt that she ever experimented with it, but I did. I trained myself, did meditation, the whole thing. Not very intensively; it was a couple years later before I felt I was getting anywhere.

Well, if you don't believe in such things, you don't have to. There IS a potential for self-delusion there, certainly. But the evidence is pretty good if you study it. And me, I have to believe considering what happened.

The usual start is standing in your bedroom looking at your sleeping (or tranced) body from outside. With a little practice you can roam around outside. Some people claim they have gone places I don't want to believe exist or can be gotten to that way, like Hell or other planets.

Having somebody take your body while you are out is an obvious notion. There's an H.G. Wells story about it, and a Hindu story about two men switching bodies and having sex with each other's wives. But there is no authenticated case of it happening. That just may mean it can't be proved. Though I sort of have...

Anyway, I should get around to what I was going to talk about.

I had met at work a woman named Josephine Fields. Dated her a couple times, and I think I liked her more than she did me. It happens. I felt like a session of flying around and it occurred to me that since I knew where her apartment was I might look in on her. Voyeurism doesn't usually do much for me, but here I was tempted. Odds were she wouldn't do anything all that interesting anyway.

When I got into her bedroom, up by the ceiling, I found her sound asleep. 

But the night was a bit warm, and she had kicked off the covers, and she was sleeping nude. I looked down at her, her mouth slightly open, arms out from her sides, legs spread, breasts thrust up. I thought to myself how much I would love to just slide into her...

Well, with astral projection, the will is very important, since about all you have is will. And before I knew it I was inside her, but not the way I wanted. I was walking into a room where she was sitting in a chair. Everything seemed distorted in a way that was half-familiar, though the room wasn't familiar at all. I realized that I was in a dream of hers.

I didn't know what to make of that at first, but I didn't want to upset things, so I let Josephine do the driving, so to speak. It turned out that she was less inhibited in her dreams than in life - I guess we all are -- and it didn't take too long before we were kissing. When we got serious about it, I tried influencing things, and somehow the living room changed into a bedroom, fancier than hers was, and the full set of clothing she started with gradually vanished as I touched areas of her body. My own went as she fondled me, which seemed fair.

She liked a lot of foreplay, a fact which I filed for future reference, and when we had gotten to that point I found that the erection she wanted me to have was no longer than I really did, though it was thicker.

She felt very good, and I wasn't sure whether that was because she wanted to feel good to me to increase my reactions to her, or if I was idealizing myself -- it was sort of my dream too. There are worse philosophical problems to face.

I was not sure whether I even could have a climax when I was out of my body, but I decided to try to avoid it. It might wake me up, and it might well be messy. (Mind-body problems too.) And in any case I like giving women as many orgasms as I can, and in this situation there was no reason not to keep going for hours if she wanted me to. So I worked at it.

I fondled every part of her body that I could reach, including some I would have trouble with awake, penetrated her everywhere with my fingers, experimented freely because I got instant feedback, and could both do exactly what she wanted and give her a lot of surprises. Josephine was mentally exhausted and I'm sure physically satiated by the time we were done. She dreamed that we fell asleep together.

And I went back to myself, not actually feeling very horny. I went to normal sleep, and didn't actually feel any psychological effects until the morning. I did wonder then, though, how Josephine would feel towards me. Was she going to want to jump me? Or would she have been worn out for a week?

Neither one. She acted no different at all. A couple of days later I visited her dreams again and we did much the same again and it made no difference again. That puzzled me, and made me wonder if it was all just my dream.

Then I thought about dreams. The theory is that we dream many times during each night, and the only ones we normally remember are those at the end, the last one before waking in the morning unless something else (including a dream) wakes us.

So I went to bed early. I slept my normal quotient, and set my alarm to go off a little early, before Josephine would be getting up. I put myself into a trance, flew to her bedroom, entered her and her dream and then her again, brought her to an intense peak -- and got thrown out when the orgasm woke her up.

This time there was an effect. She recalled dreaming about me, and what we had been doing with each other, and she was timid about speaking to me. She was timid a few days later when I did it again. She was still timid and cautious the next time we dated. The time after that it was a whole other story.

We went back to my place and it only took a few minutes and a few kisses before I could see the lust in her eyes, and not much more time before she was naked. Once I was, she lay on my bed and raised her knees and lost any hesitation, exploding under me a couple of times then, and then again in the morning. (And fairly often in the next couple of weeks.)

As it happened, the relationship didn't last, but it was certainly intense while it did, and we are still good friends. Since then I get to know a woman to a certain point, then investigate her, so to speak, to see what she might want me to do. I certainly don't want you to think that any woman I want falls into bed with me. Not all, if you want, follow their dreams. They won't do anything they really wouldn't consider anyway. They just consider it earlier and oftener.

An edge is about all you can expect from life.



In Your Dreams



I had an interesting dream last night. 

I dreamt we went to a bar and you wanted me to find a sancho. We were there and you went across the bar from me so I was alone. I was sitting there and this guy started talking to me. He asked if he could sit by me. I looked over at you, seeing you nod yes, so I told him sure. He sat down on a barstool, kinda behind me so he could have me between his legs. He was talking to me and putting his arms around me. I kept watching you, having drinks across from me talking casually to people. 

You would occasionally smile at me and nod in approval. After a while, I see you motion for me to invite him to our house for a drink. So I explained to him I was looking for a sancho and I pointed you out and said you were my husband. You held up your drink. So then he was telling me how cool it was that I wanted a sancho and you were ok with it. He said he would be my sancho whenever I wanted him. So I asked him if he would like to go back to our place to get to know us. So we stood up and I hadn't realized how tall he was. He was pretty tall, about 6'4" black and nicely dressed, I was surprised he would want to be with me. He kept hugging me from behind and kissing my head lol. When we got up to leave, you came over and introduced yourself. 

As we were at home having drinks, talking and laughing, I started telling my new sancho that we wanted to find someone who would go out with us or just me to swing clubs so I could have some extra attention, he would say sure he would love to as long as he only had to be with me. Soooooooo, then we told him we would like him to come over sometimes to our house when the kids were gone. He would said that he's available any time except while working, I think he was a paralegal or a lawyer cause I remember talking to him about some legal stuff we saw on the television. 

So after he agrees to everything we want. It starts to get hot, VERYY HOT. You tell him that I like to be kissed on the back of my neck, so he tries to kiss me there, but my collar is in the way. While he's standing behind me, he unbuttons my shirt while you are watching, I'm not wearing a bra and I'm already turned on having him do that and you watching. So he moves my hair and kisses the back of my neck. I can't decide if I want you participating or just watching, cause both scenarios are exciting, which do you prefer? Mmmmmmm, he's kissing the back of my neck and you come in front of me biting my nipple. You want to show him what drives me crazy. I love getting kissed from both sides. Sometimes I manage to turn and kiss him. You're still paying attention to my nipples and I am getting incredibly wet. You take down my skirt for me and I undo his pants while he undoes his shirt. 

We go and he sits on the edge of the couch and I sit on his hard cock but facing you. He continues kissing my back and neck while I ride his hard cock. I kiss you passionately while his hard cock is in my pussy. I am completely turned on from that I turn and face him while I ride him on the couch. He takes over my nipples sucking, biting them. You take down your pants and come up behind me and you take my ass from behind while I'm riding his cock. At this point I am so excited I start yelling out "oh my god yes, fuck me hard, both of you, fuck me" Well, you seem to really like it, cause that's when you start pulling my hair and telling me to take your hard cock. You tell me to ride that big hard black cock in my pussy. My new sancho starts telling me to ride his cock harder. You tell him to talk nasty to your bitch. He tells me that he wants to fuck my asshole. But I'm really enjoying having a cock in my ass and my pussy, with both of you kissing me and you nibbling on my back. I want you to pull my shoulders down as you push your cock harder into me driving him deeper, mmmm yes fill both my holes. I'm your sluttttt wife. He tells me to ride his cock harder. I'm his slut too. You run your fingernails down my back and I arch because it feels so good. When I arch back he grabs my nipple in his mouth and bites it hard. Mmmmmm I get so close to coming, but you pull away. You want to watch him fuck my ass doggy style from behind. Mmmm, my favorite when getting strange cock. I climb off the hard cock and get on all fours. 

You sit a few feet away grabbing the camera. He gets on his knees in front of me. I see his unattended cock and I grab it and pull him to my face. I start sucking his black cock and taking it all into my mouth. You start taking pictures of me his big cock in my mouth. I love cock in my mouth. He pulls out and strokes his cock a couple times. He goes behind me and rubs his cock all over my ass leaving drips streaking all over my bare ass. Mmmm yes I love when going bareback. You take pictures of him rubbing his dripping cock on me. I'm so turned on honey. I tell you as you take pictures and stroke your cock. You love me like this honey. He guides his cock up and down my crack. He finds my asshole and slides his dripping cock in. You get a picture of my face just as he gets his cock in. You tell me that's your favorite look on me. It feels soooooo good when he fucks my ass. You come over and play with my nipples. I start to shake with pleasure. I want more cock. I want your cock in my pussy. I want to be filled with cock again. 

We move back over to the couch and I ride your cock and my black rancho takes the camera and takes pictures of us fucking. After a few shots, he comes behind me and gives me his hard cock. You ask me, "Do you like his cock in your ass?" and I scream, Yes!!!!!! I like his cock everywhere. Mmmmmmm you guys are fucking me so good. You're playing with my nipples while he's kissing my neck. It doesn't take long before I start to quiver violently all over. 

You tell sancho that I'm going to come soon. When you tell him that, he pulls my hair and shoves his cock hard into my ass, pushing you deep into my pussy. OMG!!!!!!! YESSSS FUCK YESSSSS. God your cocks feel so good. FUCK ME HARDER BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSS FUCK ME HARDDDDD. My voice gets higher and higher the closer I get to climax. Oh yes, fuck me I'm your dirty slut Fuck me hard honey. Make that cock go deep in my ass. I have a big black cock in my ass and I love it OMG!!!!!! YESSSSSSS, Give me more cock. I ride you both so hard. He's got his hard cock in my ass, and it feels incredible. I start to come on his big black cock in my ass and your thick cock in my pussy. Just as I come, he starts to come and fills my ass with his load. You can feel me pulsating and him coming in me. You can't wait either, as you cum deep inside me. I love it bareback. 

Tell me you love your slutwife and you give me your load. You scream out loud "I love my slutwife!!!!" He loves his new slut too. We are all coming and touching and hot, and sweaty. Give your slutwife your load. Mmmmm Show her it turns you on to see her with her new black sancho.

WOW I can have some good dreams huh honey lol You like me slutty. Maybe we'll have to go out tomorrow so I can be slutty. I love cock. You know I do. I couldn't get enough that night at that parking structure, I was soooo turned on, you want me finding my own cock. I wanted more guys to come by when I was being taken up there.

But I also fantasize about you bringing cock home to me. Mmmm, just every time you're out without me I always wonder if you will be bringing me home a surprise.

All true, hope you like our first story posting. Weekends coming up, maybe she will get to that surprise soon ;) Keep ya posted.



In Your Dreams



A few quick keystrokes and the computer began to shut down. Derrick pushed his chair back and raised his arms over his head in a stretch; quietly his back popped as he wiggled in the chair. Standing up he stared at the wall and sighed, another night, another empty bed. He turned towards the bedroom and froze in place. 

"How... how did you get there?" He gawked dazedly at the girl standing in the doorway to his bedroom. She was dressed in a simple purple tank top and shorts, her long blonde hair in a fray around her shoulders. 

"I don't know. You tell me." She blinked at him. "I'm as confused as you are... Derrick??" She rubbed her eyes. "It is you! You look just like your picture!"

"Wait, Sasha? But you're on the opposite end of the country right now. How the hell did you find me?"

"I didn't find you. I went to bed and woke up standing here. Wait. I must be dreaming. Cool... no wait, not cool, not fair." She frowned furiously. "Well, hell, if I'm dreaming don't wake me up." She grinned at him. 

"But, I'm not dreaming, hell I haven't even gone to bed yet."

"I can tell. You're still dressed. Typically my dreams don't involve clothes." She winked at him. "I have to say though; your place is tidy and boring."

"What do you expect? I'm a single guy who takes a lot of trips, there's never anyone here to mess it up." He stepped towards her slowly. She was looking around the room not really paying attention to him. She jumped slightly when he put his hand to her cheek. 

Sasha looked into Derrick's eyes and smiled softly. She placed her hand on his wrist and lowered her eyes. "It is good to see you up close, even if it is only in my dreams." Her eyes met his again.

"If it is a dream, I don't want to wake up. You feel real, that's good enough for me." He pulled her face up to his and began to kiss her slowly. His hand dropped down and pulled her hip to him, the other hand went up her back. Her hands slid up his back and to his shoulders. The response drove him on. 

Her lips parted slightly and he eagerly accepted the invitation. Faster he delved into her mouth, enjoying her taste and her responses. Their feet shuffled and he pressed her against the door jamb behind her, one hand behind her neck, the other across her ass. 

A muffled cry caught his attention and he felt her hands on his chest. He pulled back with regret and looked at her glittering eyes. 

"Air! I need it!" She gasped.

"I'm sorry!" He let go and stepped back.

"No, it's ok." She panted and ran her tongue across her lips. "Though, I am surprised to find my lips still intact." She grinned in a wicked way that made him want to grab her again, but instead he blushed and lowered his head slightly. 

"I'm sorry; I just got a little carried away. It has been... You know what, never mind, not important right now." He ran his fingers through his hair. "God you look beautiful."

That laugh, that weird laugh he'd only heard slightly garbled through a mike startled him. "Me? In my P.J.s? Beautiful?" She spread out her arms in indication. "Ah, I guess everyone has their own tastes." 

"Ok, stop. Just stop that." Derrick pulled her to him. "I've heard just about enough of you and your self hate. You're a beautiful confident person, and I can't believe you'd doubt yourself in anything."

A grin so mischievous it was almost evil preyed across those slightly swollen lips. "How about you prove it to me. Hmm?" She winked as she shrugged. "I know that I am comfortable in my own skin. Sure I hate my voice, it's awful and irregular, but the rest of me..." 

She pushed him back and turned around, taking a couple of steps away. Stretching her arms up as her body arched was only describable as a cat-like motion so slow and deliberate it made his mouth water. Sasha looked over one shoulder and grinned. "Come and get it."

He moved in close, his hands reaching around to her stomach, the fingers of one hand across her stomach, the other moving carefully up the top of her shirt. His lips closed on the curve of her neck and he ran his tongue along the ridge there and sucked long and hard. Her gasps of pleasure drove him harder and deeper, the shivers along her sides distinct. He let go with a slight pop and licked the bruised that formed there. 

She turned around so fast he barely had time to register her movements. "Oh now, I'm going to have to pay you back for that one." Her face dove for his jaw and began to place kisses and nips along his jaw. Her hands moved along the front of his shirt as her lips worked their way to his neck. She sucked hard just as she yanked open his shirt, ripping a random button or two. She pulled back and grinned. "Oh but you are built, I like that." 

"Well," He stammered. "With my work you kind of have..." 

She placed a finger over his mouth. "Oh, enough of that." She pressed her body up against him, the soft material of her shirt brushing his chest, their lips raced together in a meeting of flesh and passion. Their legs shifted and shuffled along the thin carpet. His hands ran up her shirt and his fingertips brushed the undersides of her breasts. She gasped softly. "Oh but it's hard to resist my own body." She murmured into his lips. 

She pulled back slightly and yanked off her own shirt. He stared briefly at her beautiful breasts before bending his head down and taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth and sucking. She moaned loudly and grabbed his neck. He placed kisses and quick licks across both breasts. She fell onto the bed and he grinned down at her. He removed his damaged shirt and yanked off his belt. She grinned and started to pull off her shorts. 

"Don't. That's my job." He grinned down at her. 

She licked her lips and watched him yank off his pants. As the pants and underwear came off she sat up and tried to lean down, he caught her by the shoulders. "Oh, no you don't."

"Why ever not?" She pouted.

"I want this dream to last a bit thank you, and if you do that..." He grinned at her. "It'll be over entirely too soon." 

He kissed her kips gently and pushed her back. Tugging the shorts and panties off, he ran his lips down her belly and took little nips along the way; she gasped sharply as he made his way down her body and ran his fingers in her soft and damp hairs. His mouth graced the inner flesh of her thighs as he teased her with his deft fingers. He slipped a finger in carefully and flicked his tongue along her slit. 

Yanking the sheets around her, Sasha's hands grasped at the bed. Her body shivered almost violently as he had his way with her most sensitive areas. As she gasped for breath he moved swiftly up the bed and nipped her neck. He placed his hips between her legs, his hard dick just out of reach.

"Oh, please." She gasped. 

"I said I wanted it to last a little longer." His lips ravaged hers as his fingers moved across her soft and heated body, her nails dug too deep into his arm and he yelped as they cut a gash in his skin. She looked up, dazed. 

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

"I'm made of stronger stuff." He murmured into her lips.

With a quick shift of his hips and legs he was buried deep inside her. She cried out softly in ecstasy. "Oh yes." She hissed into his ear. 

Slowly and deliberately trying to hang on, Derrick moved within her warm wet folds, his breath as ragged and harsh as hers. When he could hold back no longer, they both began to move in a rhythmic motion faster and faster until every nerve was raw. He felt her convulse and clamp around him, she shivered violently and he let go, his own body relieved of the strain. 

They panted and gasped, drenched with sweat. Unable to move, he buried his face in her hair. 

"That was awesome." She panted.

He laughed and rolled off of her. "Well, that's a new one." 

She rolled on her side and put her head on her hand. "I can't help that I'm a sexual creature. My dreams are always awesome sex."

"Well I, for one, am glad to be part of your so called 'dream'." 

She laughed again, this time a sound so innocent he almost wondered if it really came from her. He smiled at her and ran his fingers in her hair. 

"I'm going to hate waking up in the morning." He sighed.

"Yeah, me too." She ran her fingers on his chest. "But for now, let's just sleep like this."

"Let's." He smiled and closed his eyes.

Derrick winced at the sunlight streaming through the window. He jerked awake and grabbed at the bed. The sheets were wet with sweat. He looked at his shoulder, at the bit of dried blood that still sat there. He jumped up and ran around his apartment looking for her, for any sign, but there was none. He sighed and flicked on his computer. A message popped up on the screen.

It was her. "I had the most amazing dream last night! You'll never guess what it was about..."



In Your Dreams!



Although it's late April, I can feel the cold deep in my bones. Well, when I stop to ponder this fact, I realize that it's not so much cold as it is damp. As I stop momentarily just inside the door to let my eyes adjust to the ambient light, I quickly scan the room. Most of the room's inhabitants are gathered along the bar, sitting and talking or sipping from their chosen liquid remedy. Since I don't notice anyone familiar in those first instants, I move to an open spot to order my own poison.

That's when I notice HER. I've seen her before but not behind the bar. In fact the last time I saw her, was about a month ago and she was outside smoking a cigarette and she was alone out there. I was out there cheating. I had stopped smoking about a month before, and as I finished and was moving to go inside, we noticed each other at the same time. She was the first to acknowledge the attraction that I, at least, felt. She nodded and said "Hi". I did the same but continued moving towards the door and remember thinking "What kind of asshole are you? She was pretty and she was friendly". Now, while I know that I wasn't going to get laid, I should have at least chatted her up. Let's see (weighing the options in my mind), talking to a pretty woman or standing by a pool table, alone, listening to the music of The Center St. Band. I could not for the life of me know why I chose the latter. In fact on the way home, after closing time and not being able to find her again that night, I promised myself that when I next ran into her, I wouldn't pass up that opportunity again.

Well, here was my first opening. I smiled at her while she floated towards me. When she reached me, I said hi and told her to pour a drink for a friend of mine down at the end of the bar. While she did it, I said, " I haven't seen you bartending before, are you new here?" She glanced at me. I noticed that her eyes were bright and affable, as she said, "No I've tended bar here. I've seen you, before. My name's Michelle." "I'm Rum. Well, that's what my friends call me, anyway." I wondered if that meant that she noticed me from behind the bar or last month. I decided not to pursue that line of thought, though. I could feel the woman next to me taking all of this in while we chatted. When she had poured and passed Jim his drink, I asked if she wanted a pop. She declined and I ordered a coffee with Jameson's and Bailey's. When I had my drink she asked if I wanted a shot. I declined but asked if it was too early for her to have one. She didn't answer but turned around and grabbed the bottle of Jameson's, again. She poured a shot, returned the bottle, lifted her drink and wished me good luck, as did I. Michelle tilted the glass to her mouth and drank it in one swift swallow. "Ah. Just the way a shot should be handled", I thought. I just took a sip of my own drink in response and looked at her and smiled.

After I paid for the drinks, I heard another friend call me from the other end of the bar. At the same time she was called to renew someone's drink. We just smiled at each other. She moved to do her job and I moved towards my friend. I held eye contact with her for as long as possible as I walked down the bar. She kept my gaze for about 4 steps as she moved to her customer. When I reached Donna, I hugged her then shook her husband's hand. I told Wayne (Donna's husband) that the next time the bartender came this way that I was going to ask her to marry me. He laughed and told me that I didn't have the balls. I told him to fuck off and raised my hand to get both of them a drink. Michelle came down the bar and I held her gaze as she floated towards us. I don't think that my obvious attraction was wasted on either Donna or on Michelle. After Michelle filled the order I said "Michelle, let's just blow this popcycle stand and get married." I thought Wayne was going to swallow his tongue but Michelle grinned and said, "I don't think my boyfriend would like that." "Oh, he can come, too, but just to the ceremony. The rest of the night is just for you and me." She laughed and said "Ok." 

The rest of the night was a typical night at the "One Too Many" bar; friends, loud music, a good time and I went home alone...again. When I got home, I went to bed right away. In fact, I feel asleep right away, too. I wasn't anywhere near drunk but I was tired. 

Now before I go any further, I have to tell you that I'm the kind of guy that hardly ever remembers my dreams. In fact, if truth be told, I almost never wake up and remember what I've dreamed. Maybe that's because I never ask myself about my dreams. Whatever. This night, however, it felt like I dreamed from the time that I fell asleep until I awoke. 

Here's how it went. We were sitting behind the bar smoking a cigarette (I'm still craving cigarettes). As we shot the breeze, she mentioned that she was cold and I retorted that I could warm her up with a complete body massage. She just looked at me and said. "What do you mean complete?" My confidence was high so I said. "Just what I said...complete." "That's a pretty tall order," she said. "Well if I could deliver, would you accept?" "Where would we do this?" "Anywhere your perfect little heart wanted", was all I could say. The next thing I saw was that we were in an apartment, and it wasn't mine. I have no idea how we got there, where we were or even what time it was. All I could discern was that Michelle was dressed as she was at the bar. She had a jean type skirt with a loose button down shirt and boots. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra because her boobs are small. I simply love small breasts on a woman. To me, they are as natural an attractant as most other men feel towards the more voluptuous women. 

We started he massage when I removed her boots as she lay face down on a bed that I assumed was hers. I massaged her feet and moved slowly up her legs. When I neared her thighs and the hem of her skirt, I just slid under the hem and up towards her ass. I spread her legs as far as the skirt allowed but never touched her sex. I slowly massaged whatever skin I could touch. The back of her thigh, the sensitive area of her inner thigh got special attention. I just grazed the panty line along her pussy but no further. I did massage her ass, too and gave that area special attention, too. I wanted her to feel aroused but not so aroused that we would forego the massage that I'd promised. 

After being sure that I had her just slightly stimulated, I moved from under her skirt and moved to her lower back. I wanted to make sure this was a total massage. Over the shirt gently and slowly upward until I confirmed that she was indeed wearing a bra. To her shoulders and down her arms, then back up the arms to her neck. I decided that massaging her skull was in order, too. If this were reality, I'd guess that all of this would have taken at least 20 or 30 minutes.

I told Michelle to turn over. She didn't move for a moment. When she did move over onto her back she looked me in the eye with a slightly apprehensive gaze. I whispered, "Shhh...Relax, I'm not here to hurt you nor to take advantage of you." I then proceeded to caress her face as I gently forced her eyes closed. I moved down towards her neck and shoulders then to her arms, again. The moment of truth came when I again reached her shoulders and slowly and gently moved down towards her breasts. I was looking at her face in case she panicked and opened her eyes and stopped me from proceeding further. She never did any of those things to my wonder. As I reached her breasts, I felt their mass and shape. I stopped with my hands just on her breasts, not moving, just grateful that I could touch and feel their flawlessness. Through her bra, I felt her nipples firm up to hard little nubs against my palm. I removed one hand to unbutton her shirt. I detected rather than heard her breath quicken slightly as I did this. When I had her shirt unbuttoned I opened it all the way so that her entire torso was exposed. That wasn't why I did it, of course. I wanted to see her bra. Thanking my stars, I saw that it was a front opener. Manipulating the bra open I began again to massage her breasts, to see her nipples in all their puckered glory. Visual stimulation goes a long way with us males! 

I didn't spend a long time with her breasts because I wanted her trust as much as I wanted her. Moving down her torso was hard to do with her breasts exposed and begging to be suckled. Reaching the belt of her skirt. I asked her to lift her butt. I was very surprised when she did so without any sign of apprehension or trepidation. I raised her skirt to her waist. This allowed her panties to become exposed. Oh! How her simple and plain panties on display delighted my eyesight. I could barely make out the dark triangle of her pubic hair. All the while taking in the magnificent spectacle before me, I gently massaged her lower belly and moved on to the junction of her legs and torso, just where her panties ended. I'm sure that she expected me to move under those panties to her hidden treasure.

I didn't take advantage, though. I'd promised her a total body massage and I wanted to deliver on that promise. I continued down to the front of her thighs, then to her shins. Knowing that there isn't much flesh to massage on one's shins, this area got caressed until I reached her feet again. I again massaged her feet for a few minutes and stopped for a moment so that she knew that I had finished her massage. Looking at her face I saw that she was slightly flushed and her breathing was slightly deeper than normal. As her eyes opened I place my hands on her thighs, fairly high on her thighs. Holding still I whispered, "Relax. Close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations, ok?"

As her eyes closed, I began to caress her thighs. I wasn't massaging her; this was caressing her skin to elicit pleasure, nothing more. Slowly I moved upwards towards those simple, plain panties. This time, though, I captured her mound in my right hand while I teased my left along the opening of her right leg. I felt her hair crinkle beneath her panties as I caressed her slit with just my fingertips. Her breath seemed to have become more labored, now. I leaned down to kiss her panty covered pussy. My lips felt the slight wetness that had escaped the detection of my hand. I began to eat more firmly at her pussy through her panties. I remembered thinking that I wanted to tease her like this for a while until it was time to remove the barrier to her garden. Then I remembered thinking, "What the hell is that sound? It's really annoying!!"

Then I awoke!!! Fuck!!!! A really pretty woman was open to my every advance. She was, in fact, open to me in the most intimate way a woman could be and my fucking phone had to wake me up??!! This had better be good!! Well, as it turned out it was my daughter calling me to see if I was ok. I had been sick earlier in the week and she, being the dutiful daughter that she is, was checking up on me. When I rang off, I noticed that it was 10:30 A.M. and I had the hard on of the month. Maybe I could go back to sleep and finish the dream. No, I knew that wasn't possible but the next time I see Michelle, she would become fully aware of my desire to finish what we'd started...even if she didn't know what we'd started!



In Your Dreams



"I had a dream about you last night."

I looked up and across the table into her spectacle framed green eyes.

"Really?"

She had slightly, although somewhat pleasantly, surprised me with her declaration as she sat down to drink her coffee and light a cigarette.

"I hope you enjoyed it?"

Her eyes twinkled and a lascivious grin spread across her slightly chubby face.

"Oh I did, I enjoyed it very much, but I'm not sure about you."

I had not imagined myself being propositioned in such a way during my coffee break and I was flattered by the way the conversation was going.

"I would love you to tell me all about it, you never know, maybe one day we could make your dream come true?"

"Well, it was a bit of an odd dream I suppose, and I guess it's pretty unlikely, but we were................."

She stopped talking as the door to the smoke room opened.

"I swear if I have to spend another day in that damned packing room I will jack this fucking job in for good!"

I raised my eyebrows and tried to convey a disappointed look,

"better get back to work."

I winked at Roz before standing up to leave.

"Glad to hear you are having a good day Helen, I'll leave you two girls in peace to plan the demise of the management."

Helen scowled and sat next to Roz, "Fucking men!"

And with that I left and went back to my office.

I had been working with Roz for about six months and although her conversation had often been spiced with sexual innuendo, it had never been any more than that of several others of the female employees. It was just a bit of fun to get you through an often tedious day in a food factory.

I sat at my desk wondering about the content of Roz's dream and if some day it could indeed come true for her and at the same time resolve unfulfilled fantasies of my own.

Roz was a fairly plain looking girl, about thirty pounds overweight for her five feet two inches, but she was not unattractive.

Not someone I would think of settling down with, but certainly someone I could easily share a dream or two with.

Her prime attribute was her personality. She was very easy to speak to and extremely difficult to offend and she called a spade a spade.

At thirty seven years old she was 3 years my junior and like me, was married to an older person and had a teenaged son and daughter.

For the rest of the day I found myself periodically bringing her to mind and looking forward to her account of her nocturnal fancies. It was obviously of a sexual nature and as my home sex life was in a bit of a lull at the time, I planned to extract the most I could from the situation.

I didn't have long to wait. 

The very next day we, by chance, elected to take our morning coffee break at the same time. Disappointingly there were several others that chose the same period so we were not able to discuss the details of my role in her sleeping fantasy.

We were however able to sit opposite each other and, when I announced my intention to return to my daily chores, to my surprise she discreetly passed me three folded pages of notepaper which I gratefully accepted and placed in my shirt pocket.

I opened them at my desk and read in graphic detail how we had somehow been engaged to babysit for her granddaughter and once the young baby was fast asleep in her cot had taken full advantage of our time together.

I had seduced her, I had quickly discovered the absence of panties atop her stocking clad legs and relished her overly moist sex with an enthusiasm that I would find challenging to aspire to.

I developed a throbbing erection as I read on about her genuflection and impassioned oral stimulation of my genitalia.

I wished that the content of my dreams was as stimulating as her chronicle of hers.

We made love; (Yeah in your dreams) I chuckled to myself, as I pumped into her, piston like, until our licentious union achieved its orgasmic peak.

She finished the piece with xxx and a request.

(Btw, how big is your cock?)

I spent a lot of time in the remainder of the day in contemplation of how I would reply to her essay, finally deciding that a short allegory of my own would be most appropriate, and determined that I would set about writing the piece at some time that evening.

As luck would have it, I was left alone at home that evening for a few hours. My wife had gone to visit her parents and my kids were both out at friend's houses.

I found it a relatively simple task as I was using her story, and the accompanying boner that it gave me, as inspiration.

It detailed a visit that I would pay to her and the passionate and steamy embrace that would ensue the second we stood behind her closed front door.

How I would explore every contour of her body as we stripped each other naked in the hallway.

How I would lead her to the living room and ravage her on the sofa.

How I would eagerly lap at her most intimate fluid.

How my penis would explore the full depth of her vagina and push into her cervix and bring her to orgasm after exhilarating orgasm.

How we would lie together for just a few short moments before our passions were aroused and our celebration of sensual enjoyment would begin again with renewed vigour.

I finished with kisses as she had done and added;

(Btw, my cock is uncut and 8 inches long. Do you ever shave your cunt?)

I was a few minutes early arriving at work the next morning and decided to have a smoke outside the factory gates before entering as it was a fine and warm summer morning.

Before long I saw Roz walking toward me, so I retrieved the folded papers from my back pocket and passed them to her as we walked together into the factory.

She had a cheeky almost childlike grin on her face as she took them from me and thanked me. In my view she had grown from, just another one of the girls, into something extremely desirable and I hoped that her response to my composition would be a favourable one.

As we entered the main door I looked behind me to check if anyone could see, and then gently squeezed her right buttock as an intimate, but friendly, gesture before we parted company at the bottom of the stairs to go to our respective changing rooms.

I paused briefly to watch her ascend; my eyes fixed on the broad backside whose fleshiness I had just fondled.

Her tight black leggings that clung to her rump like a second skin displaying her ass crack to fine effect and leaving very little to the imagination as to how it would appear in the flesh.

I wondered at just how easily I was being filled with desire for her and how, just the thought of her, caused a profound stirring in my loins.

I had to mentally shake myself before I entered the male locker room to retrieve my white coat, and concentrated on my day's rota of meetings, quality control and the problem of the two tonnes of goujons that were being returned as unsatisfactory, in order to clear my mind of her and return my penis to its flaccid state.

Although we both walked to and from work we took different routes but I decided that, on that evening, I would walk with her as our break times had not coincided all day and I was extremely curious to find her reaction to my note.

We only actually lived about ten minutes away from each other and I thought it would give us an opportunity to chat on the way.

I felt slightly guilty and more than a little conspicuous as I loitered just outside the factory's main door as the workforce filtered by me at the end of their shift. Constantly shuffling through my pockets and walking back and forth in a feeble attempt to make it look as if I had forgotten something.

When Roz finally emerged I gave her a smile which she returned, and walked with her to the gates.

"You don't normally come this way John."

For some reason, that remains unexplained to me, I lied.

"Um, I have to pick up a bottle of wine, and there is an off-licence at the end of your street."

She actually thrilled me when she said, with a very girlie giggle,

"I hope you don't plan to lead me astray and take advantage of me?"

"Is that a warning or an offer?"

"It's whatever you like to make of it John."

At the top of the hill we stopped briefly at the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the lights to change before crossing the busy main road.

"I hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I enjoyed reading yours Roz?"

It seemed a long time before she replied,

"Did..........um... I mean would you, I mean, oh fuck, what the hell, would you like to do it with me?"

She seemed embarrassed at what she had just said and I have to admit to feeling a warm glow in my face.

"Yes.........I think I would....I mean........um... for fucks sake what's up with me? I would really love to do it with you."

I wanted to grab her there and then, and hug her and kiss her, and I have a feeling that she wanted to as well, but we were in a public street and we both knew that whatever we done had to be performed in seclusion.

"John?" She looked up at me with questioning eyes,"Is your cock really eight inches long?"

I confessed that indeed it was but was taken slightly aback by her response.

"Fucking hell John, that's nearly as big as my vibrator."

We were both still laughing as we turned the corner into her street but her face became more serious as she looked up at me and asked,

"How can we possibly meet? Most of the time it is impossible for you to visit me at home and I suppose it is just the same for you, but we really must do something. I've got a feeling that we could really enjoy some time together."

I had to agree with her but we had almost reached her house and we needed more time to talk about it.

I considered the situation for a short while.

"How about if we get up for an early start in the morning and take a nice slow walk into work together?"

Work in the factory was always available for people that wanted to start or finish an hour or two early or late, so it would be no problem to explain our early departure to our respective partners.

"I could meet you at the bottom of your street if you like?"

"Ah, don't know if that's a good idea as I think Linda is working early tomorrow, and she may be passing by. What about if I meet you outside the Methodist church in the High Street?

"It's a deal; I'll be there at ten to six."

"I will look forward to it John, see you bright and early tomorrow."

"Oh, by the way, I normally just trim, but I will shave it for you if you like."

"Trimmed is fine Roz, see you in the morning."

She went into her house and I walked on but at the top of the street I paused for a while before deciding I deserved a small celebratory drink, and went into the off-licence, thereby freeing myself from the pang of guilt I had felt when I lied to Roz.

Morning didn't come soon enough, it was a beautiful day and even at five a.m. the sun was shining strongly through the bathroom window as I showered and shaved.

I even turned the attention of the razor to my scrotum and trimmed by pubes.

I was also scolded by my wife for whistling, which is something I reserve for dressing to go out of an evening, and never do in preparation for a days work.

I chided myself for being so ignorant of the simple things that can betray a cheating husband to their wife.

I tried not to sound too cheerful as I pecked my wife on the cheek and said goodbye before I left home.

I was five minutes earlier than I needed to be, but this worked out well as Roz was early too and our paths crossed a couple of streets before our designated meeting place.

I think her mood was almost as buoyant as mine and we were instantly discussing how we would set about finding somewhere to experience our intimate encounter.

We turned into a back alleyway. I was hoping to find at least a few moments to steal an embrace and share a kiss, but I felt that we were still too public and vulnerable.

It was Roz that suggested that we explore an alley that led down the hill about a quarter of a mile from our workplace.

It was walled but overgrown with trees and bushes on either side of the steep steps that led down the hill, and completely deserted apart from ourselves.

We descended a dozen steps and then simultaneously stopped and held each other in a crushing embrace and kissed.

Her lips were soft and warm and her tongue instantly probed my open mouth, at first relaxed as it traced my lips, and then long and firm as she emulated coitus with it.

Our tongues wrestled frantically, exchanging saliva.

I sucked at her tongue; she sucked at mine.

I pulled her top lip into my mouth, gently nibbling on it.

We pushed against each other, my rigid manhood enjoying the pressure of her crotch on its throbbing length.

I slipped my hand inside the waistband of her leggings and under her panties, my middle finger pushing into the crevice and finding its way over her anus to her rorid sex.

She pushed her bottom backward causing my finger to engage with her clitoris as her hand began rubbing hard against the rampant bulge in my trousers.

I opened my eyes and noticed an entrance in the wall that was a few steps down from where we stood.

Reluctantly pulling my hand out and breaking our kiss I drew her attention to the gap and suggested we investigate.

About four feet in from the alley, there was a gate, it had become unattached from its hinges but remained standing, precariously supported by the branch of a tree that had been left to grow behind it.

I peered through the narrow gap between it and the gatepost to see a long forsaken and neglected garden.

I pushed on the gate.

It opened just wide enough for us to squeeze through.

We both surveyed the area and found that we were not overlooked and immediately resumed our coupling.

We kissed even more fervently than before and Roz fumbled with the button and zipper of my trousers to free my swollen prick from its undesired confinement and after our lips parted company, pulled them along with my underpants down to my knees.

I swiftly tugged her leggings and panties into a similar position and returned my hand to attend her increasingly moistening cunt as she bent and lowered her lips onto my swollen and tingling glans penis.

She pushed eagerly against me as I easily pushed two fingers inside her, rapidly vibrating them in the hope of bringing her to orgasm before I ejaculated.

She was just so incredibly adept at giving head, and I was so incredibly excited that I knew I would not be able to constrain myself for much longer.

I cupped my other hand behind her head, stroking her hair, caressing her ears, and encouraging her to take my whole length into the warm, wet embrace of her throat.

My other hand was so soaked with her vaginal effusion that I was able to push four fingers inside her, causing her to moan with pleasure and push even harder against the intrusion.

"Oh fuck Roz ...Roz...........oh fuck....I'm gonna cum."

Her only response was to suck harder at my cock.

I watched as she allowed me to face fuck her; the entirety of my spittle covered cock pumping increasingly faster into her mouth, covering her chin with drool.

My buttocks tightened as my seed forced its way through the length of my excited shaft.

Convulsion after convulsion overtook me as my sperm pumped from me into her throat.

She clawed at my arse cheeks as she tasted the first blob of my spunk, then pulled them apart and forced the tip of a finger into my rectum causing me to push forward even further and crush her nose against my pubic hair.

Her lips remained tightly sealed around my pulsing shaft as I emptied myself inside her, still sucking at me as it slowly lost its rigidity, but finally letting it leave her mouth with a plop.

She took it in her hand and looked up at me as she slowly stood, and licked her lips before saying,

"Fucking hell John, I hardly had to swallow that. It went straight down."

I pulled her head toward me and kissed her deeply, tasting my cum on her lips then looked her in the eyes.

"That was fucking amazing Roz, did you cum too?"

"Oh fuck, you bet I did.............three times!"

I lightly pushed her away from me and looked down at her hand still fondling my flaccid cock and then saw her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. I cupped two fingers between her legs and scooped out some of her juice and raised them to my lips to taste.

She ran her tongue between them to share her musky lubricant with me until I slipped them out of the way and our tongues joined together once again.

I know I shouldn't have done it, and I feel guilty for doing it, but I had to, I had to look at my watch.

"Oh fuck."

"Roz!...... Oh shit.....it's almost a quarter to seven."

I pulled up and refastened my trousers as she rearranged herself and then she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me even more passionately than before.

She was a fantastic kisser and I really wanted to reciprocate but we were supposed to start work at 7am and we would need five minutes to get there at a fast walking pace.

Fortunately Roz understood perfectly and we quickly squeezed back through the gate, almost skipped down the steps and turned onto the main road at the bottom, finally arriving at the factory gates with just three minutes to spare.

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Later that morning I did my rounds of the factory, performing the health and safety role that was an integral part of my job as quality assurance officer, and found Roz assigned to packaging at the end of a production line.

It was an ideal opportunity to talk to her as she was working alone.

"Roz, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Yes sorry, I feel I have used you."

"Um, excuse me, but didn't I use you too?"

The feelings of guilt that I had been experiencing since our early morning encounter began to disperse.

Although I was very pleased that Roz had assured me that she had achieved three orgasms, I still felt that she had serviced me like an unpaid whore and I hadn't come anywhere close to making her dream come true.

And then there was the guilt of having cheated on my wife.

I had spent several moments trying to remember times when she had given me a blow job equal to that which I had received from Roz that morning and they were all in the dim and distant past and in our courting days when she was the hottest sex partner imaginable. 

"I suppose you did to a certain extent Roz, but I do feel that we didn't really fulfil either of our dreams and fantasies."

She laughed, then displayed a more serious expression.

"Are you trying to tell me that this morning was the first and last?"

"Oh shit, no, at least I sincerely hope not"

"Then I will gladly accept your apology on the condition that you will arrange another meeting for us where I will enjoy more use of you."

"Same place, same time tomorrow?"

She agonizingly contemplated my question before questioning me.

"Did you notice the porta-cabin at the bottom of that garden?"

I had noticed the dilapidated structure but hadn't given it any thought as my mind was concentrated on more urgent matters, but I could see that it could potentially be of use to us.

"I did, yes."

"Maybe we should check it out tomorrow?"

I agreed with her, but became aware of our current situation and the inordinate amount of time I was spending with her.

Factories have a way of conjuring up all sorts of rumour and speculation about any liaison between opposite members of sex, or indeed, members of the same sex in one or two circumstances. The merest hint of any attraction between members of staff can have catastrophic and completely unfounded results.

"Tomorrow it is then."

"Could we make it a bit earlier?"

"Half five?"

"Suits me."

I left her and resumed my duties, ensuring that I spent more than my usual time with some of the other girls, in order to dispel any chatter about the attention I had given to Roz. Then I admonished myself for allowing my paranoia to get the better of me. 




In Your Dreams



I was pleased with my current predicament and sure that my worries and doubts were completely unjustified.

It was 5.20am when I left my house the following morning and I was surprised to find Roz waiting at the bottom of my street.

"John, I've got some good news! It had completely slipped my mind but hubby is on earlies this week and I had totally forgotten that my son is doing his work experience with him today, and as you know Kelly (her teenage daughter with the young baby) lives with her boyfriend and my house is empty."

My mind raced through a thousand thoughts as we walked back to her house. Most predominant was the idea that although we may not be able to satisfy the wish for her dream to come true, we could certainly satisfy the fantasy that I had detailed in my note to her.

She opened the door for me and I stepped into the hallway.

She kicked her trainers off as she leaned back against the door to close it and I bent to remove my shoes. I started to reach out to her as I straightened myself up but found she had already removed her jogging bottoms and revealed the black suspender belt and stockings beneath, that framed her now completely shaven cunt.

I dropped to my knees as she moved toward me, allowing me to use my tongue on the bald flesh between her parted legs.

My hands delighted in the feel of her nylon clad legs as I caressed her calves, nibbling on the hood of her clitoris as I felt up towards her fleshy thighs, and then pushing lightly on her inner thighs to part her legs further and allow my tongue to work on her delicious slit.

She was dripping, she was moaning.

She had removed her top and I was surprised that her tits were quite small in relation to her overweight body. I undone my shirt and removed it.

"Oh Fuck Roz, sit on me."

I lay back on the carpeted floor and she stepped over me, turning as she did before getting on her knees and slowly lowering her ample bottom down to my face.

Her quim glistened with my spit and her juice. I dug the fingers of both hands into her butt crack and pulled her cheeks apart to view her slightly puckered, dark brown arsehole as it sank upon me and came to rest on my nose.

I breathed in the ambrosial balminess of her back passage as my tongue sapped her vaginal exudation whilst she quickly relieved me of my trousers and boxer shorts and feasted once more on my ossified member.

She had that early morning fragrance, so hot and horny, accompanied with that illusive taste and smell that only a female can produce when they are aroused.

I clasped her buttocks in my hands and pulled her onto me.

My tongue tickling her stiff clit as tremors of excitement began to pulse through her sending wave after wave of glorious female wetness into my eagerly awaiting mouth.

I could have easily remained in this position until her oral expertise brought me once more to a mouth-filling climax but I had to exert control over myself and persuaded her to release me by pushing up on her bum and sliding from underneath her.

I brought myself to my knees and turned to face her, my cock already leaking pre-cum from its extended state.

She grabbed it and fiercely wanked me and I vibrated two fingers inside her creamy twat as we kissed again sharing each others genital and oral fluids.

I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet as I stood, and then turned her around, my cock pushed firmly between her bum cheeks as I cupped her tits in my hands.

"Take me to your living room."

She walked forward, opening the door on our right and went in to kneel in front of the sofa, just as I had said in my story.

She rested her head on the leather settee throwing her arms out on either side of her.

Her legs spread wide, offering me an exemplary view of her sodden cunt and anus.

I got down behind her and almost dived into her, my tongue poking at, and entering her arsehole before plunging once again into her delicious pussy.

I had to check myself again, remembering that in my story it was at this point that I had entered her.

I somewhat grudgingly raised myself up and directed my penis toward her holes, rubbing my deep purple dome between each orifice, teasingly pushing against each one before changing direction.

I pushed just the head of my dick into her cunt and then, using my hand to exert pressure on top of it, rubbed it hard against her clitoris.

Her response was instantaneous.

Her buttocks trembled like a huge white blancmange as she involuntarily spurted out more of her sex cream.

My cock became covered in the glutinous discharge.

I pumped my glans quickly in and out of her before thrusting full force into her.

The trapped air exuding a rush of wind between my cock and her thoroughly lubricated vaginal walls and emanating in a fanfare of sound more associated with a flatulent stomach.

The filthy sound spurred me on into a frenzied bombardment of her sex.

I pounded her, pumped her, grabbed her hair as I shafted her, and spanked her buttocks, reached under her to further excite her clit with my fingers.

She moaned, she trembled, she spurted she farted, she called for her saviour and her creator.

We both puffed and panted.

I screamed.

"Oh God, here it comes baby."

She blurted out.

"Yes... yes.... Yes.... YESSSSSSS."

I spurted out.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

I spurted inside her.

Her cunt now so creamy and wet I could barely feel any friction against my knob, just that mind numbing, almost indescribable and incomparable sensation of incredible orgasm.

I gradually slowed, I had to, and I didn't want my cock to fall out of her.

It was happy in her intimate warmth and wetness, it was enjoying itself.

It wanted to be full again, it regretted being male and cursed with incapacity after it had reached its glorious peak. It wanted to go on and on and delight its mate with its incredible prowess.

I was shrinking, I pushed into her as hard as I could.

I leaned back so that my pubic bone pushed hard against her rectum.

My once proud and rampant protuberance had lost its power and was finally defeated by the hot air of a woman and was duly ejected from her by another wet and spunky fart.

"Fuck John, that was incredible!"

My ego inflated slightly

I looked down at her arse and saw my cum leaking slowly and almost graciously from her distended pussy. Even her arsehole glistened with moisture and looked exceedingly inviting.

I couldn't resist it.

I went down on her.

"Do you think you can cum again John?"

I felt my cock.

It was not in its smallest state. In fact it was a little more than semi hard.

I sucked at her slit, savouring the taste of our combined ejaculate, realising that amazingly, I was still turned on and incredibly, beginning to regain an erection.

"Would it help if I sucked you John?"

My cock seemed to jump in my hand and I rubbed it lightly.

I slurped a little more from her cunt and then forced myself up and straddled the sofa offering my only slightly flagging cock to her mouth.

She took it eagerly between her lips.

It was the kiss of life.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and she sucked hard enough to draw any remaining fluid from my balls.

It was a fucking miracle, my cock lived to fight another day.

I started to fuck her face.

I knew she could easily take all of me, and I was determined that she would have all of me.

I extended my thrusts, feeling her throat clamp tightly around my bell end.

She sucked harder at me, bobbing her head up and down my shaft for all she was worth before suddenly pulling her head away and screaming, "FUCK ME!"

"Please, fuck me again."

I quickly knelt behind her as before.

I looked down at her and saw nothing but a wanton slut begging for my attention.

I pushed my knob against her bumhole.

It forced its way inside.

"Oh fuck John, please. Not in there. Please don't do me in there."

I withdrew for a few seconds, but seeing her arsehole gaping in front of me, somehow calling to me to use it; I replaced my bell end at the entrance to her rectum.

I pushed harder, watching as my purple dome slipped inside her.

"Oh shit John, PLEASE don't do it."

Two more inches of my now steel hard dick forced its way into her.

"Fuck John PLEASE, Oh Fuck John"

I withdrew slightly.

"Oh John, Please"

I pulled out.

"Please John, Please don't"

Very slowly I eased back into her

She, somehow, seemed looser and more receptive to my advance.

"Please don't John, please don't do me there."

I pulled out so that only my cock head was in her then pushed in further.

"Oh fuck John, Oh fuck, please, no, oh fuck."

I withdrew slightly before pushing half of my length into her.

"Oh my God John No."

Three inches of my rod were now pistoning inside her.

"Fuck John No, Oh fuck John no, Oh fuck John, fuck John fuck John Fuck me John."

I increased my stroke.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck me, yes, oh fuck me please John fuck me, ahhhhhhhhh."

Three quarters of my length was pumping into her arse.

I could feel a resistance at the end of each stroke that was further accentuated by her ooooooh's and ahhhhhhhhh's.

I stopped briefly, slowly pushing my knob into her.

Plumbing the depth of her dirt box.

The resistance gradually waned.

My prick became totally engulfed by her.

My bollocks resting against her labia.

Slowly I increased my pace until my groins were slapping against her flabby bum at the bottom of each stroke.

I was panting like a dog.

She was screaming like a banshee. Forcing herself back against my thrusts.

My testes once again sprang into action pumping my spunk through my urethra and into her back passage. Each spurt forcing me to ram my length deep inside her until finally I collapsed, sweating, onto her back.

She rolled over, my cock plopped out and we landed, sitting beside each other on the floor.

"That's the first time anyone has done that to me."

I caressed her hair and lent forward to kiss her.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry I made you do it, sorry I took advantage of you."

She looked down at the puddle of sperm that had formed between her legs, and then looked back at me and smiled,

"John, you have been a naughty boy."

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Three Months Later........

We met at the top of the alley that led to our secret garden.

Roz was there first as usual.

I took her hand as we bid each other good morning and after a brief, tongue wrestling, kiss, we walked down the steps.

"What the fuck has been going on here?"

"Jesus, John, what are we going to do?"

I couldn't answer her. I just stood and stared, open mouthed, at the scene that lay before us.

The gate was lying on the ground inside the entrance. The branch that had been supporting it had been sawn off, but worst of all, our porta-cabin that we had used at least twice a week for the last 3 months was now a pile of twisted metal, scorched timber, and ashes.

Our early morning boudoir had been destroyed.

As had the erection that had been an integral part of our rendezvous from the moment we first kissed.

I turned to Roz and saw the tears welling up in her eyes..........

I remembered the first time we picked our way carefully through the jungle that had at one time probably been the impressive garden of the cliff top house that had long since disappeared under the erosion of time.

How we had avoided the bramble and vines that could so easily ensnare an unsuspecting foot and cause you to crash to the ground.

And how we had arrived at the threshold and peered in to the dank interior.

The mouldy stench of damp rotting carpet and other unrecognizable debris that had been left to decay, that had at first appalled me as it hit my nostrils, but now strangely awakens a vision of lust in my mind.

It had obviously been used initially as an office but judging by the assorted litter strewn over the floor it had seen many other uses.

The cabin was divided into two rooms; the room to the left contained a filthy mattress, that a vagrant or drunkard had seemingly found use for as it was surrounded by numerous empty beer cans and bottles.

The room to the right had two large desks, a slightly marked but still serviceable swivel chair and a couple of moulded plastic ones.

There were quite a few used condoms lying around and a couple of girlie mags and a discarded pair of quite small sized, black lacy panties, that I imagine were left behind after having been used to wipe something after a sexual encounter.

Roz saw them and remarked,

"She must have left in a hurry."

I looked at my watch and thought we had better get a move on too.

With that I took Roz over to the desk by the window.

It was relatively clean but on that first occasion we only used it to place our bags on and for something for Roz to lean on.

I crouched and pulled her jogging bottoms and panties down allowing her to pass one foot out through the legholes and part her legs.

I think Roz's expectations of our morning encounters must have been similar to mine, as her cunt was as wet as my dick was stiff when I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and tongue tickled her clit.

Whilst imbibing in the ambrosia that was her most intimate offering to me, I undone my trousers.

It was always hard for me to pull my mouth away from her deliciously juicy cunt.

It was always so natural. It was clean but un-perfumed.

All of the flavour and odour was manufactured entirely by Roz.

It was her very own and unique designer fragrance and I loved it.

I ran my palms up her legs, briefly squeezing her buttocks, before going under her top and then her bra to rest on her small tits, my bollocks coming to rest against her shaven mound before bending my legs slightly to allow her to deftly guide me into her.

It was the first time we had fucked face to face and although I had enjoyed so much taking her vaginaly and analy in a doggy fashion, I was totally smitten with the sensuous warmth of our bellies pushing together and our mouths entwined as my penis snuggled in the luxurious wetness of her perfect place.

She clenched my bum cheeks, drawing me into her.

"I love you inside me John."

I scooped under the weighty flesh of her derriere, jiggling each pudgy orb before pulling them apart to finger her arsehole.

Roz had already inserted one of her fingers into my backside, supplying me with added impetus to push deeper inside her.

"John, I'm sorry, but I'm still a bit sore there."

I removed my finger.

"Would you like me to kiss it better for you?"

Roz kissed me, then giggled her most alluring and girly giggle that I adored so much.

"Maybe next time. Do you want me to take my finger out?"

"Oh Roz, keep it there, it is working a special kind of magic for me."

With another girly giggle she said,

"It will give you an idea of how it felt for me yesterday."

To this day she remains unaware that I am totally familiar with how anal sex feels for both participants.

I felt the moisture in her cunt increase around my cock as she gyrated her hips, pushing hard against my pubic bone.

Our lips met and she sucked my tongue into her mouth as her orgasm began and then she whispered in my ear.

"Don't cum inside me John, tell me when you are ready and I will take you in my mouth."

I was almost bunny hopping as I bent, then straightened my legs, hoping that the pressure and action of my ramrod prick would heighten her climax. Knowing that I would very soon have to withdraw as she had requested.

She must have sensed my impending ejaculation.

"Give me your spunk John, feed it to me, I want to eat your cum."

With immaculate timing I pulled out of her soaking snatch, grabbing her head as she bobbed down and took my shaft in her hand to wank me off, into her mouth.

My first blob landed on her top lip and partially blocked one of her nostrils but the remainder could not miss their target as her lips enveloped my bell end and slid down my pulsing pole, sucking so hard her cheeks squeezed in.

I don't know how Roz had mastered the art of performing oral sex on a guy, but I am sure that a lot of people could learn from her.

Lightly squeezing my balls as she sucked and sucked at my cock.

Removing the finger that had been vibrating inside my arsehole at just the right moment, and not allowing me to fall from her lips until she had drained me totally, but still lightly stroking my softening member as she opened her mouth to show me its contents, and then swirling her tongue around the jizz before swallowing.

"Fuck Roz, you are bloody marvellous."

She looked up and winked at me whilst displaying her empty mouth.

"You're not so fucking bad yourself John."

She grabbed my wrist turning it over to look at my watch.

"If this is the right time we better get going."

My thoughts of our first encounter at the cabin left me as we continued to stare, open mouthed, at its burnt out shell.

"We will just have to find a way around this. There must be somewhere else we can use?"

Roz undone my trousers and put her hand inside to feel my sagging knob.

"Yes John, we have certainly got to do something about this."

Although it was the beginning of September there was still a good amount of heat in the rising sun and a considerable amount of warmth in Roz's hand as she expertly brought my cock to erection.

I had to stop her for a moment to pick up the fallen gate and place it as best I could between the gate posts, and we found that the tree trunk, whose branch had previously propped it up, made a satisfactorily comfortable place to rest against.

It was not ideal, but it was satisfactory for the matter in hand.

I started to slide my hand inside her waistband but surprisingly she stopped me.

"I'm afraid I won't be much use to you down there today John, I started my period last night, but I am more than happy to blow you."

I knew that she would satisfy my desire completely but I felt guilty about not being able to satisfy her.

I closed my eyes as she started to work her magic on me, thinking of times past.

After our first meeting in the porta-cabin we had to take a couple of days off for the weekend as we were not at work, but we arranged to meet once more, early on the Monday morning.

I decided over the weekend to take a few things along with me to tidy up our little love-shack so as to make it a bit more comfortable for us.

I had procured a couple of large plastic bags from work and put them, along with an old beach towel, into the bottom of the knapsack that I usually used to carry my lunchbox.

Once again Roz was waiting for me at the top of the steps.

"Good morning Roz, did you have a good weekend?"

Her only answer was to push out her bottom lip and raise her eyebrows.

"I was so looking forward to this morning I didn't enjoy mine either and I think that's the first time I ever looked forward to going to work on Monday morning."

A smile spread across her face and I took her hand and led her down the steps.

The gate was already open enough for us to easily get through and I became cautious wondering if the cabin was vacant.

It was always a consideration that a homeless drunk or some such other itinerant person may have taken up residence there.

I quietly pushed the door and crept in.

Thank goodness, it was empty. Although I have a suspicion that it had been used as it didn't seem to be in the same order of chaos in which we had left it.

I pulled the door wide open and invited Roz to join me.

We put our bags on the desk that we had used for support previously and I received a quizzical look as I opened mine and took out a small clothes brush.

"What's that for?"




In Your Dreams



I started to brush the debris from the desk top.

"What?.........Did you think I had planned something kinky?

I really didn't know quite what to make of the look she gave me. 

Was it that something kinky would offend her, or was it just like my cock was telling me, that she would be up for some kinkiness?

I pulled out the towel and spread it on the desktop.

"How's your bottom today?"

"It's all right now thanks..........Why?"

"I was going to kiss it better for you."

She hopped up onto the desk to sit on the towel and took off her trainers.

I spread one of the plastic bags on the floor then took off my shoes, trousers and pants, and then helped her remove hers.

I lifted her tee-shirt up and pulled her tits out of her bra then leaned forward to suck on a nipple as my fingers found her juicy twat.

"I thought you were going to kiss my arsehole?"

I released her tit from my mouth, kissed her, and then whispered in her ear.

"Would you like to get up on the desk?"

I grabbed one of the plastic chairs and made myself comfortable as she arranged herself on the desk.

It was perfect; my head was level with her backside.

Her smooth vaginal lips were parted slightly allowing an alluring glimpse into the pale pink wetness inside, and the light brown crinkled ring around her anus stood out in stark contrast to her lily white skin.

I moved in, pushing my nose against her crack, breathing in that musky scent as my tongue lapped at her labia.

The tip of my nose pushed hard into her arsehole as my tongue stretched to reach her clit and was met by her fingers.

I retraced my path and headed upwards toward that tasty little chocolate button to administer my remedial osculation as her fingers frigged her increasingly soppy hole.

"That feels so good John! But I don't fully understand the pleasure you get from it."

"Don't worry about me Roz, I am loving it"

I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her beautiful back passage, my rigid shaft started to tingle in the firm grip of my hand.

"Fuck John...............I'm coming!" 

The sloshing sound of her fingers fucking her cunt increased and I felt a splash on my chin.

I briefly pulled away from her arse and watched her squirt before returning to catch her juice in my mouth.

"Oh shit John........No........Don't..........Of Fuck.........I'm sorry."

I swallowed the delicious mouthful of gooey liquid.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry John, but..........um.......sometimes I can't help it........I'm sorry........sometimes I just wet myself when I come."

"Jesus Roz, it's lovely, I really enjoyed it."

"But John...........it's not nice........it's..........it's pee!"

I had to laugh.

"It didn't taste like pee, it tasted bloody lovely!"

"John............Fuck me...............Fuck me now please!"

Roz turned around on the desk and lay on her back and I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding easily into her saturated (pee hole).

I drove slowly but fully into her, rubbing my pubic bone hard against her at the bottom of each stroke.

"Nobody has ever done that to me before."

"Done what?"

"Licked my bumhole"

"Not even your husband?"

"Ha, it's been ages since he's done anything, and he wouldn't do that anyway. He just gets on top of me, wriggles about a bit, shoots his stuff up me and then rolls over and goes to sleep."

"But Roz, you are so good."

"Do you want me to do it to you?"

"What, lick my bum?"

"Yeah, I mean, it does feel good, and at least your arse isn't hairy like my old mans, and you said you liked doing it, so I don't mind giving it a try...........if ya want?"

My cock was slick with her creamy juice when I pulled out of her and turned around to offer her my arse. She took it in her hand and then licked up and down its length before using my cheeks and thighs to maneuver me into a felicitous position.

I thought that I had long outgrown ticklishness either because of my age or the fact that it had been so long since I was last tickled, but Roz found a spot that made me wriggle and squirm like an infant.

The lapping and fluttering of her tongue between my ball sack and thigh was almost too much to bear.

She stopped briefly, giggled, then started again with enough added ferocity to make me spasm and jump away from her.

"What's up John.............Ticklish?"

"Fuck Roz, I love it, but I just can't stand it."

I lowered myself, to once more endure the blissful agony, and tried to administer a similar treatment to the corresponding part of her anatomy beside her labia, but to no effect.

I felt the pressure of her nose on my anus as I drove my tongue into her soaking slit and she sucked my knackers into her mouth, and then the exquisite delectation as her lips found their goal and her tongue opened my sphincter.

For just a few short seconds I delighted in the ecstacy of her anal incursion but, thinking that she had found it distasteful, she ceased her chore.

To my delight, my doubts were completely unfounded,

"Mmmmmmmmm, John............that's not bad at all."

And she returned to her activity with a reborn ardency that spiralled my enjoyment into previously untapped heights.

To this day I have never delighted in a soixante-neuf of such magnitude.

We enjoyed our oral enterprise for several more minutes until Roz, on the brink of orgasm, pleaded,

"Fuck me John, fuck me now, fuck me from behind I want you deep inside me."

We fumbled liked abecedarian athletes to assume a position on the floor that was conducive to rear entry, and, with Roz prostrate on the desk I shafted her anxious quim.

Her cunt progressively lost its grasp of my pounding prick as it became increasingly slushy and my sperm blasted into it to create a gelatinous goo that oozed its way out as I pushed in.

The thought of that epic climax in our second porta-cabin encounter was still with me as I looked down at Roz licking her lips after swallowing my cum.

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I could not have envisaged the dramatic effect that the devastation of our little cabin would have on our relationship.

Both Roz and I racked our brains trying to think of alternatives.

Explaining to my wife that I suddenly needed to drive to work was out of the question, so a drive to a secluded place and a back seat shag was a non runner, and Roz didn't hold a drivers licence or have use of the family car.

We did try a shelter in a nearby park but it made for a longer round trip before work and did not guarantee us the degree privacy we required for the more adventurous of our sexploits, although I have to say, we did both achieve orgasm there on the two occasions we visited.

The weather played a major part too, as it was becoming increasingly unreliable.

Our less frequent visits to make use of the tree in our secret garden were sometimes spoiled by a sudden and unexpected downpour, and performing the most basic of sex acts is pretty uninspiring beneath the cover of a golfing umbrella.

Roz also had to have time off work because of a back problem, so we gradually saw less and less of each other.

I wished we could turn the clock back and return to the blissful times that we shared in the porta cabin.

I know it was a filthy little shack but somehow that fact added to the excitement.

It added a naughty aspect; something akin to sneaking out for a ciggy behind the bike sheds at school, and it didn't matter what we done in there.

One time I needed a pee and so I went into the section that we didn't use and done it on the floor.

I don't know if seeing me pissing encouraged Roz's need, but she immediately followed suit and squatted to relieve herself on the floor next to my puddle, the sight of which, for me, added impetus to the enjoyment of the sex that followed.

Three weeks after the destruction of the cabin we were offered an opportunity that neither of us expected, although in retrospect we both should have held it in our minds as a distinct possibility.

During Tuesday morning coffee break Roz told me of the request she had had from her daughter Kelly to babysit for her on the Friday night.

It was Kelly's boyfriends birthday, and they planned to celebrate it with a meal and then go on to a club as, due to him working on the offshore oil rigs, and having the baby, they seldom had the chance to enjoy a good night out.

Her husband was on the late shift working from 10pm until 6am, so he, luckily, wouldn't be able to accompany her. 

I don't think either of us could believe the fortunate turn of events.

I had always harboured doubts about the dream that Roz had recounted to me, assuming she had first told me about it purely and simply as a chat up line.

The old chestnut:

"I had a dream about you last night."

"Did you?"

"Nah...................you wouldn't let me!"

Both parties are then supposed to fall about laughing; something that rarely actually happens.

Either way, it was now of no consequence whatsoever.

Whether it was a waking fantasy, or an astral experience in her sleeping state, didn't matter in the least.

Roz, it seemed, had predicted the future.

I had no difficulty in finding a plausible excuse, to tell my wife, for the desire to go out on a Friday night, as I would quite often have a night out with the lads.

In that respect we had always had a quite open and trusting relationship and she too would very often have a night out with the girls.

I didn't have to withold my whistling as I got showered and shaved on that Friday night, as it was one of my annoying habits, before an evening out, that my wife was well accustomed to, but I hoped she wouldn't notice the absence of after shave and deodorant.

I had also advised Roz not to wear any perfume, as the scent of another person is a dead giveaway to nasally astute or suspicious partners.

Roz had asked me to leave it until 9pm before I arrived and that she would sit in the front room, which looked out onto the street, with the curtains open to await my arrival.

It was all very cloak and dagger stuff.

I left my home at 8pm, allowing sufficient time to have a couple of beers at the pub, on the way.

After all, I was on a night out with the lads, and would be expected to imbibe a few alcoholic drinks.

The pub was a pretty grotty back street affair and I felt like a spare dick at a wedding as I supped my ale. The other patrons were couples or groups of regulars and my strangers face seemed to be attracting a fair degree of attention, but on the plus side, I was not familiar with any of them, so I was undisturbed as I watched the clock lazily tick its way toward nine o'clock.

I called in at the off licence and bought a couple of bottles of wine on the way to Kelly's.

I rather selfishly chose a red, for me and a chardonnay that seemed to be a popular choice with the ladies then, for Roz.

As I walked slowly to the front door I could see Roz sitting in the front room, with the baby cradled in her arms. I slowed my pace, wondering what to do, but advanced to the front door when I saw her get up with the child still in her arms, and walk out of the room.

The front door opened and she whispered,

"She's just gone off."

Quietly I followed Roz inside the hallway and into the dining room.

"I'll see if I can put her down in her cot."

I put the wine on the dining table.

"There are glasses in the kitchen; make yourself comfortable; I'll be back down soon."

With that, Roz took the infant upstairs and I went to the kitchen to search for the wine glasses.

It felt curiously surreal to me.

Being in the home of a person I barely knew and prying into their cupboards, and then, hopefully, having sexual intercourse with their mother.

I didn't dwell on the thought for long; fearing that it might dampen the buoyancy of my mood. Instead I looked forward to the baby's undisturbed sleep and the uninterrupted intimacy that I was soon to enjoy with her grandmother.

I found a corkscrew in the kitchen drawer and opened the bottle of red.

I had just popped the cork and poured myself a glass when Roz re-appeared.

"She's out like a light"

"Red or white?"

"Either"

She surveyed the bottles.

"Red is fine John, I'll put the other in the fridge for later"

"You look like you are ready for bed?"

She came back from the kitchen and opened the front of the nightgown, displaying the black suspender belt and stockings she was wearing underneath and I stepped forward to hug her.

To my utter dismay and astonishment she allowed me only the briefest kiss, and feel of her buttocks, before she pushed me away.

"Give me a sec to draw the curtains and then bring the wine through."

I took my jacket and shoes off in the dining room before obeying her instructions.

She was lying on the sofa illuminated only by the glow from the barely audible T.V. set.

Her nightgown beneath her but her arms no longer in the sleeves.

She had raised one leg up onto the back of the sofa, hooking her heel over the top and allowing me an unobstructed view of smooth shaven sex.

She was teasing me.

I hurried to free myself of my clothes as she nipped her cunt lips between her fingers and thumbs and pulled them open.

I stumbled out of my underpants as she pushed two fingers into the pale pink wetness of her open twat and frigged herself.

I could hear the sloshing of fingers in her fanny as my vision was disturbed by my sweatshirt as I pulled it over my head.

I sat, facing her, on the arm of the settee, my cock in hand, gently stroking it.

We watched each other masturbate, sometimes mimicking each other as a finger strayed to probe at our arses.

I could not grip my shaft as hard as I would have liked for fear of sending me into premature ejaculation but I was happy to see Roz close her eyes, gyrate her hips and tweak her nipple as she succumbed to an early orgasm.

I could resist no longer and lurched forward to put my lips on hers and taste her divine juice.

She was so wet.

Roz was always wet. Her ability to produce that magnificently sexual liquid was second to none; but on that night she excelled herself.

My hands enjoyed the sensual feel of her stocking clad legs before fondling the soft white fleshiness of her inner thighs as I drank from her.

My thirst was insatiable as I lapped at her, even though her capability to supply the joyous liquor seemed to have no bounds.

I slid my hands around beneath her fleshy bum cheeks and at my touch she raised herself up.

I pushed my face into her cunt.

I was soaked from the bridge of my nose to my chin as I bathed in her clamminess.

My nose excited her clitoris as it pushed into her and my tongue found the chocolate rosebud of her back passage.

I stiffened my tongue, defeating the resistance of her tight ring as I entered it.

Her fingers slid beside my nose and I moved and allowed her to rub herself as I pushed my tongue deeper into her pooper.

My cock rubbed against the sheer nylon covering on her leg as she sprayed;

I replaced my tongue with a finger and opened my lips to accept it.

Her knuckles banged at my nose as she brought herself off into my eager mouth.

I continued to suck it in, even after her hand had left her quim and gently removed my finger from her butt.

I raised my head, then licked, firstly her smooth pubic mound, and then up and over her belly, between her tits, to her neck and finally her lips, as I slid on top of her.

My prick drifted easily between the folds of her labia; like a guided missile finding its target.

I started to fuck her, but she clenched my buttocks and drew me to a halt deep inside her.

"Lay still for a moment my sweet, tonight we don't need to hurry."

She kissed me, sucking at my tongue then giggled.

"It's like licking my own cunt."

I had to smile at the matter of fact way she described the situation.

"Mmmmmmm, lovely isn't it?"

We lay quite still for some time asking each other what we would like to do next; trying to discover if either of us had some hidden fantasy or fetish that we had not as yet discovered.

"Where would you like to cum first?"

At that moment I would have liked to have started fucking her and shot my load into her womb, but Roz suggested that my first offering would likely be the biggest and she would be happy to receive it in her mouth as she liked the taste of it.

"How many times do you think you will be able to cum, I mean well, we have got about four hours and you have done two in less than an hour."

I guffawed.

"Roz, I hope your calculations have not brought you to the conclusion that I will be able to manage eight times?"

Her belly laugh was perhaps not as raucous as mine had been but it was more than her usual childlike giggle.

"If we are lucky I may be able to regain an erection a few times but the prolificacy of my ejections will be severely diminished."

"Hmmmm, I think we should suck it and see."

I backed my tensile penis out from the warmth of her snatch and we both sat beside each other and reached for the drinks I had placed on the coffee table in front of us.

"A couple of these and I'll be anybody's"

"I better go and fetch the bottle then."

She nodded her approval and I got up to go to the dining room.

When I returned with the wine she was kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa.

I passed her the bottle, which she immediately took a rather large swig from before looking up at me.

"I get really horny when I'm pissed."

I took the bottle from her and leaned over to replenish our glasses, leaving her with a dilemma.

My cock was right in front of her face and she didn't know whether to start sucking it or have more wine.

Her compromise was to give my knob a wet kiss and a swirl of her tongue and then turn to pick up her nightgown and spread it on the wooden floor beneath us, before draining her glass as I drained mine.

She had retained some of the Beaujolais in her mouth before she took my cock between her lips, and I was delighted by the sensation and the sound of her slurping as she sucked up and down my shaft.

Roz was obviously enjoying it too as she took a second mouthful of wine after having swallowed all but the few drops that escaped her lips and trickled over my balls.

To me, for some strange reason, it seemed extremely rude, but highly erotic.

Maybe it stemmed from recollections of admonishments I had received as a young boy for slurping my tea, but it did sound naughty.

So naughty in fact that, as soon as she had slurped her second mouthful and taken my prick in her throat I gave her the gob full of my seminal cream that she had requested.

I really hate to say it, because it is such a clichéd remark, but she sucked me dry.

My cock was as clean as it's ever been when it eventually plopped out of her mouth.

I looked down at Roz.

She licked her lips, then her tongue disappeared inside her mouth and she swallowed.

She opened her mouth and I could see her tongue probing every part of her gums and teeth before she smacked her lips shut, and swallowed again.

I sat down.

Roz turned to give one more, enthusiastic, suck to my now flagging penis, and then joined me on the settee.

We both reached for the wine bottle.

Roz beat me to it, pouring herself a glassful before refilling mine

.

She downed her glass.

"I really lubbed dat, yur lil winky......................"

She twirled her finger around my now flaccid member, and then, fiercely, grabbed hold of it, in a desperate effort to wank me.

"Wassamatta?.......... no more spunky wunky for me?

I was a little concerned for her obvious state of inebriation, but also quite excited, remembering her declaration that she got horny when she was pissed;

But it was only seconds after I had shot my lot and no matter how hard I tried, my lil winky was not going to respond.




In Your Dreams



Given the amount of beer he'd consumed that night, Ken was surprised the dream came again. The buzz of alcohol in his blood just seemed to soothe him into the hazy scenario that much more easily. The girl was lying naked on her bed, as usual... or he assumed it was her bed, anyway. The details didn't mean much to him just then, not while watching her fingers spread her pussy lips and dance on her clit in a wanton display he could watch forever.

A moan of irritation rose from her and he tried to step forward to help, but something in the dream held him back. He wasn't restrained in any comprehendible way, but yet he couldn't go to her, his dream girl.

"Damn you," she moaned, to his surprise. He hadn't thought she had seen him yet.

Peering closer he saw her eyes squeezed shut; he was right. She wasn't talking to him. Blinding fury burst in his veins so suddenly he grunted, even though the sound never reached his ears. He was restrained in more ways than one. Who the hell was she talking to, if not him? Ken couldn't believe the rage seething through his veins. She was just a dream girl. So why did it irritate him so fully to think she was imagining another man?

"It's not fair," she panted, still rubbing the hood of her sensitive clit for all she was worth. "Fuck! I can't do it!" With another moan her body slumped, defeated, her fingers pulling away from her reddened flesh.

The anger in his veins cooled instantly when he realized she was frustrated without his help. The pleasure that replaced the fury made him tingle all over. Dream girl or no, he couldn't imagine feeling this happy about anything else ever, real or imaginary. His eyes ate up the sight of her, lying spread out on top of her quilt, knees spread, hands limply resting on her stomach for lack of energy to move them further. He licked his lips and felt the fog lift; he could speak. "You just lack incentive," he purred, surprising them both with the heat in his voice.

The brunette's head flew up, brown eyes wide, her stomach tightening to pull her shoulders off the mattress as her arms struggled weakly to find positions to support her. Elbows propping her up, her face quickly melted from surprise into heat. He could practically feel lasers raking up and down his body as she looked him over. She had to lick her lips twice before she could make her lips form the words, and he enjoyed every glimpse of her tongue. "It's so late I thought you weren't coming," she panted. She couldn't still be out of breath from her abandoned masturbation session, could she?

Ken felt his chest tighten at the idea of missing out tonight, even if the thought had crossed his mind when his coworkers dragged him out to dinner and more. "I was out," he found himself tell her honestly. What did a dream girl care about such things? He felt the truth bubbling to the surface anyway. "A couple friends were trying to cheer me up because I haven't been sleeping well lately and apparently I'm so moody it's starting to affect my work."

He could see the curiosity in her expression at his first words squashed by the smile that blossomed across her face. "Oh?" she purred, and his cock jumped at the sound. He hadn't realized how painfully hard he was until that moment, and watching her lick her lips again didn't help things... it wasn't to moisten dry lips, that was for damn sure. Her brown eyes sparkled at him as she shifted her elbows, propping her naked torso up further and making her breasts thrust out at him. Her nipples were flushed and hard, standing out almost half an inch from her milky tit flesh. "Trouble sleeping, hmm?"

To his delight when he tried to move forward he found he could, nearly stumbling in his haste to leave the shadowy fringes of the dreamscape and climb between her wantonly spread thighs. Her eyes laughed at him as he barely managed to keep his feet, taking the two steps to her bed and crawling onto the mattress at her feet. "Sleep isn't the problem," he murmured, grinning at her. "It's this dream I keep having."

"Oh?" She smiled and tossed her head, making the golden strands in her wavy brown hair catch the light. "Bad dreams?"

He couldn't stand her teasing, he didn't care how much fun it was. Foreplay be damned, he wanted her now. Ken scrambled forward, roughly pushing her flat in his haste to cover her body with his. His cock landed flat against her own personal furnace and he clutched at the quilt on either side of her, burying his face in her shoulder to hide his fraying control. Her scent... he rubbed his nose in her neck, smelling a combination of her flowery shampoo, sweat, and of course her arousal which completely filled the room at this point.

His dream girl wrapped her arms and legs around him as soon as he reached his place atop her. When she tilted her hips, sliding slick wet heat against his cock it was more than he could take. With a groan he pressed his body up so he could glance down and aim his cock. As always, she was tight, almost too tight for his wide cock head to enter. Tonight he couldn't handle the slow torture of slowly readying her velvet sheath for him. He bent his head, clamped his lips over hers, and slammed his hips home.

Shrieking into his kiss her tongue slithered forward to claim his. She raked fingernails up his back, gripping his shoulders tightly enough her nails probably broke the skin. Her legs tightened around his hips, locking him in place as she broke the kiss and panted for breath.

Even in his drunken haze he saw the flicker of pain cross her forehead. "I..."

"It's okay," she panted, clutching him tightly. One hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his head. She pulled him down into another kiss, every bit as feverish as the first. When their tongues fought he thought he could feel echoing ripples in the silken walls gripping his cock. If he weren't already full to bursting he could've sworn his cock hardened yet further. This time they were both panting when they broke apart. Her brown eyes burned with fire. "You just surprised me. Don't let it stop you, lover."

Something about the passion in her eyes sent shivers through his body. It didn't matter that this was a dream, that she wasn't real. The animalistic part of his brain kicked into overdrive and his hips pulled away abruptly, just as quickly pounding back down and sheathing himself in her wet cunt once more, establishing a brutal pace that would leave bruises in a real encounter.

She cried out, arching against him, and dragged his lips back down to hers, but that didn't stop her cries of delight. Muffled against his mouth he could hear each moan and whimper. Tilting her hips to force them up against him drove him deeper into her and he groaned at the feeling. Fuck, he'd never felt such a perfect cunt. "Oh!" she cried, and he felt it too; he'd reached every inch of her and it was amazing. Her muscles rippled around him as she quickly jumped towards orgasm, breath catching in her throat. "Oh, fuck!"

The obscenity from her innocent lips made Ken shudder, a ripple of pleasure flowing all the way to his toes. His balls began to tighten and he thrust faster, all control of his body lost as the quaking started deep down inside him.

Her response was to arch against him, her nipples scraping his over and over again as she pushed her hips into the mattress and up to meet him, entire body bouncing to get the force she so desired. "Yes!" she shrieked, bucking harder. 

Oh shit. Her muscles rippled and then clamped down on his cock so hard it made his blood pound in his ears. A wordless grunt broke from him as his own orgasm rushed full speed ahead. He felt the wave hit, all his energy zapped into thrusting erratically, keeping the delicious friction going on his cock inside her grasping wetness. The first jet of his cum rocketed from his balls with such force his whole body trembled, crushing her beneath his weight when his arms couldn't hold him any more. His next thrusts didn't have the same force, but her muscles milked him of every drop he could give her anyway.

His shattered sanity slowly started collecting, and when he realized he didn't know how long he had been lying heavily on her, he used what little energy he had to push himself off her, groaning as his softening dick pulled out of her. At least her own groan mirrored his. It was some small boost for his mood. How could he have taken her so roughly? If he didn't have bruises on his hips, he was a girl. Though he wanted to bury his face in her neck and let the simmering pleasure dissipate at its own slow pace, he grunted and rolled away, lying next to her with a huffed breath. He really didn't want to be away from her yet.

He could feel her racing pulse when he fumbled for her hand, taking it in his own. "I can't believe you," he whispered, turning his head to eye her. "I've never felt like this with a woman."

Her eyes shone. "You really are everything I could dream of," she whispered. "You even know exactly how to make me feel loved. Why can't you be real, dream lover?"

He tried to open his mouth to reply, to laugh that he wasn't the dream, but once more he was frozen in place. No. Not yet, he cried mentally, but still, his body did not respond.

"I think I've fallen for you, and you don't even have a name," she whispered, her face already fading into the fogginess that heralded him awakening. Her eyes lingered a moment longer than the rest of the dreamscape, but the moment was far too brief.

Ken woke in his own bed, feeling exhausted. "No..." he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and willing himself to fall back asleep. To return to her side. It wasn't working. When he realized as much, he growled, gritting his teeth. How could a dream encounter with that sexy thing leave him feeling so drained? It was like he had actually been... the ache of his hips made him sit bolt upright, throwing back the sheets to reveal bruises already forming on his hip bones.

No fucking way.



In Your Dreams



I think I just had sex for the first time.

It's a strange sentence, I know, but give me a moment to explain. It's crazy to say, but I'm pretty sure it happened in a dream. I've even got proof, I think. She has to be... Wait, I'm going too fast. Lemme start from the very beginning.

First thing, this dream was super vivid. I looked off into the distance and saw the tiny silhouette of what looked like a woman in a loose dress. The next instant, she was right next to me, squeezing her body into mine, her excited blue eyes practically drilling holes into my head. She was grinning a sly little grin, and completely naked save for a blanket that she was holding over her body. I could only barely get a good look at her face before she giggled and threw her blanket over my face, and then tackled me to the ground.

I fully expected the impact to jolt me awake, but it didn't. It wasn't anything like the impact I thought it would be. Like a big, soft cushion rather than a concrete floor. When I pulled the blanket off, she was right on top of me, drawing circles on my chest with her finger and licking her lips. She leaned in and kissed me, and kept kissing for what felt like hours. Between the warmth of her kiss and the eagerness of her whole body pressed against mine, I couldn't help but get extremely turned on. My cock sprang up, just barely brushing against the inside of her thighs. She quite clearly noticed, since she let out a tiny little moan, but she didn't break off the kiss. Instead, she pushed her legs together around my cock, and then shifted her body down just a tiny bit – no more than an inch. My cock became rock hard, harder than it's ever been. Not because of the squeezing, but because her sweet, delicate pussy was resting directly on top of my shaft. 

If she had shifted just a bit more, I would have come on the spot, and apparently my face reflected that. She stopped kissing me, moved her legs back apart, and slowly moved her body down mine, excruciatingly dragging every inch of her warm, sexy body along the entire length of my cock. When her lips reached it, my shaft was almost trembling. She gave it a single lick all the way up, giggling at how much it twitched when she did. Finally, mercifully, she took in her mouth and started to work her tongue around it. Her left hand was firmly around my cock, while her right seemed to work its way down her body, working a finger or two in and out of her pussy. I was reaching my limit, and my involuntary gasps and spasms just about coincided with hers. I probably should have warned her that I was about to cum, but she didn't seem to mind. I blew my hot white liquid into her mouth, and she just shut her eyes and swallowed it. When she was quite sure that I was finished cumming, she released my now-limp cock, breathing heavily and looking at me with the naughtiest, sexiest grin I've ever seen. Her hand was still on her pussy, and before I could even attempt to move, she grabbed my shoulder and did something I couldn't really comprehend. She somehow pushed me AND spun me so that, in a split second, her dripping wet pussy was mere inches from my head. Thinking back on it now, that one can probably be chocked up to the whole thing being a dream, but I had more important things to think about. She looked down at me with a piercing stare. And I mean a PIERCING stare. It wasn't a "Aww yeah, we're gonna have sex, and it's gonna be great" stare; more like "oh god oh god I fucking need someone to fuck me RIGHT NOW FUCK FUCK WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR I NEED THIS JUST FUCKING DO IT FUCK HURRY UP AND FUCK ME FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA". She jammed her plump, wet pussy into my face, so I did the logical thing and started licking it. Immediately she let out a brilliant pent-up combination of gasps and moans, which only grew in intensity when I licked harder. Her hands kept alternating between pulling my head closer to her pussy and squeezing her perky tits, both of which were driving her ever closer to the edge.

It was only then that I had noticed her powerfully erect clit just below my nose. I flicked my tongue up and around it. She screamed through her pleasure. Her legs started to shake. I wrapped my lips around it and gave a single gentle suck. Apparently that was too much for her, and she came all over my face. Her legs twitched, her breathing steadied, and she removed her pussy from my face, revealing a thick coating of her own juices all over it. Out of curiosity, I licked my lips a bit, trying to find some sort of taste in her beautiful pussy's juices. Strangely enough, it tasted like fresh raspberries.

She stood up, finally letting me see her whole naked body. She looked fucking amazing. Long brown hair, shimmering blue eyes, big perky breasts, nicely toned legs, and an ass you could bounce quarters off of. She was perfect. The noticeable wetness of her pussy only made her look sexier.

I stood up next to her and whispered the only thing I could think of, "You taste like raspberries."

She smiled, "You taste like chocolate." Her voice was irresistible: smooth, bubbly, demure, and just a little bit lusty all blended together. I couldn't help but snicker at the thought of ejaculating chocolate.

She swung her arms over my shoulders and leaned in close for a kiss. It felt like another one of those hours-long kisses that never seemed long enough. Eventually she pulled her face away from mine to lick her lips for a moment with an inquisitive stare.

Before I could ask about it, her stare melted into an excited grin, "That's raspberries alright!"

All I could think to do was smile and hug her tight. Without missing a beat, she nestled her head in my shoulder and gave a satisfied sigh.

"I think I like you," she suddenly said, no more than three seconds into the hug, "Wanna fuck some more?"

I was thrown by the request, but my cock hardened anyway.

She glanced down and smiled, "I'll take that as a yes!" She giggled again, "Now don't move."

She moved my hands over my eyes, "And no peeking!"

About ten seconds later, she exclaimed, "Okay, look!"

She was on a huge, probably king-sized bed with her ass in the air just a foot from my head. She looked back and shot me a naughty grin, "C'mon, make me yours."

I couldn't hesitate. My raging erection wouldn't let me. Immediately I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her wet little pussy. She gasped and visibly grabbed at the sheets. With every push and pull on her hips, I felt every bit of her tight little pussy, and she felt the whole length of my cock. The two seemed to fit perfectly, like they were made for each other. Between her pussy and her lustful moans and screams, it wasn't long at all before I was at my limit.

"Fuck," I managed between thrusts, "I'm about to-"

She cut me off, only barely containing her pleasure, "Me too. On three?"

I didn't bother to go to the trouble of agreeing with her. Seeing her writhing and squirming with ecstasy was pushing me too close. I thrust forward forcefully, "One..."

She screamed, clutching harder at the sheets. I thrust again, "Two..."

Her head fell forward. She was squeezing her mouth shut, but couldn't help but let out a long carnal moan of pleasure.

I thrust one last time, ready to cum, "Three!"

And then I woke up. At first I thought it was all a dream; it wasn't the first time I had woken up with cum all over my boxers. Then I looked at my hand and noticed a bit of handwriting scrawled across it that said "Next time will be kinkier ;)". Just when I read it, I swear I could faintly smell raspberries in the air.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I need to buy some sleeping pills, as many as I can get.