0 comments/ 29812 views/ 1 favorites Dreamfest Ch. 01 By: chillout My work takes me away from home more than I’d like. A couple of times a year these travels take me to some of the nicer cities in Europe. The days involve hard negotiations while trying to fit into local cultures. Drinks, dinner and socializing seal the deal. I look forward to coming home days in advance of the actual return. I miss the warmth of your body next to mine from the first to the last night. I imagine the welcome I’m going to get when I get home. In fact I spend a good amount of that eleven-hour Heathrow to LAX flight working through the possible welcomings. In the end, though, I always go back to my favorite coupling, so it’s not surprising that when I get home I’m wiped-out but very worked up and only one thing is more important than sleep. I always stumble off to bed at eight or nine pm since its four or five am European time. You arrive in bed at a normal time for adults several hours later and slowly begin to wake me. As I lay on my side facing away from you, you begin rubbing your hand up and down my back, up to my shoulders and down over my naked ass. My arms and legs are the next to receive your attentions but I don’t begin to stir until your hand is rubbing my chest and giving my nipples attention. Slowly coming into consciousness I roll to my left onto my back making it easier for you to reach another area that’s stirring. Your ministrations achieve the desired result - what you hold is soft and smooth on the outside but rock solid underneath. You don’t waste any time. You climb aboard, impaling yourself on my ready cock, and besides letting me suck on your luscious tits a little, you are simply going to ride that cock hard and ride it fast. This is not about slow drawn out passion. This is about pent-up need and being close to the edge. As I watch your lusty face, your eyes have a glassy far away look as they stare at the wrought-iron headboard and the wall beyond without seeing any of it. They slowly shut in concentration as you tilt your head toward the ceiling in a slight circular motion. My eyes are drawn to the beautiful curves starting with your breasts up and over your collarbones to the beginnings of your neck continuing up to where your graceful throat gives way to the roots of your curly shoulder-length hair that is sweeping around following the motion of your head. Your tempo becomes more urgent, and your tits are bouncing fiercely until you squeeze your arms in to control them by forcing them together. You rise and plunge hard a dozen or so times until you begin to cum. As the orgasm overwhelms you, the plunging stops. You jam your pelvis as far forward as possible and grind your clit back and forth quickly against the base of my cock. Your soft whimpers aimed toward the ceiling reach my ears as you shudder harder than usual. At same time I hear the wet sound of my cock engulfed in your pussy and our pubic hairs being mashed into each other. Your sweet impassioned womanly smell engulfs me. The long week along with the sights, sounds and aroma of the sexiest woman on earth shaking uncontrollably in pleasure is more than I can take. I shoot shot after pent-up, gravity-defying shot of cum into that already soaking pussy. You can’t hold my load forever and make sure you allow a good amount of leakage before standing up. Then it is time to collapse and for you to go to sleep in my arms – completely satisfied. It will be our first decent sleep for over a week. As events turned out on my most recent trip home, not only didn’t I get my preferred welcome home, I didn’t get any romantic attention. . . but that didn’t stop your passion from waking me up. Confused? The method of being awoken was the only surprising thing, but we’ll get to that in a minute. Only a terrible cold could have kept you away from me, so bad timing on your cold for the both of us. When you come to bed at 10pm, you only have energy enough to throw my arms off your side of the bed. You don’t throw yourself on me. You climb into bed, but you don’t mount the present that arrived after the arm tossing awoke me. You are going to sleep. I was still exhausted, but it was hard to get back to sleep with my enlarged condition. No sooner had I fallen asleep than some noises woke me up. What the hell? It was you moaning. You woke me up. Ok, I’d actually gotten a few hours sleep, it was about 1am, but you never wake me up. You said you were sick earlier in the evening, but these are not moans of suffering. Oh no, these are most definitely moans of passion. Pleasure moans. What is going on? Do you have a hand between your legs? No. You are motionless except for your breathing, which is a little shallower than typical when you’re sleeping, so you must be dreaming. What are you dreaming? It could be just about anything involving lovemaking. Were you reading a trashy book overflowing with graphic sex? Hormones overcoming your cold once you fell asleep? Are you dreaming of me or someone else? We talked so much about the past recently when the kids stayed at a friend’s house one night. We talked and talked – not to mention making love for half the night. I’d always wanted to know more about your sexual past, but I had never asked. You hinted once or twice and one old high school loser boyfriend has contacted you a couple of times. This time I asked and you surprised me when you started telling me about your sexual history with all the help of my prodding and probing questions and wine. I wanted to know it all. Your different experiences - first guy, first orgasm, first orgasm with a guy, first time outside, first car, first blow job, first time someone went down on you, biggest cock, etc. The big events returned easily to you though, understandably, the juicy details were a little fuzzy given how far in the past they occurred. This is something we’d never discussed in our 15 years of marriage. It was ‘stimulating’ for both of us. Did I awaken an old memory just as you reawakened my lust tonight? Those sexual memories recently awakened were lodged in your subconscious. Are you dreaming of New York in the Mid-Town Tower in 1985? I’ll bet you are. You lived with your girlfriend in a big two-bedroom apartment below 34th St. You’re just out of college in a great, southern facing apartment on the 25th floor. There are terrific views of the MetLife and Woolworth buildings and of the WTC. These moans in your dream are getting more urgent, so all the clothes must already be gone in your subconscious as you replay the scene. Is the guy’s name Kevin? I remember you telling me about him. Unless I miss my mark, your dream is going something like this . . . While there are no lamps on in the room there is plenty of illumination from the city lights for you and Kevin to view each other. The light plays over your bodies creating sexy textures like a grainy black and white photograph. A phallic shaped shadow joins the silhouette of jutting breasts on the cream colored sheets. When you swivel turning right to left, Kevin gets a surreal show of your chest going from full to partial to no light – body art in the truest sense. Your left breast and its hard pointed nipple casts more and more shadow, first bridging the cleft between your breasts and finally blocking the light previously showcasing your right breast. Your body acts just like a sundial and Kevin’s body is where the shadow is falling as you turn towards him. Your swollen rigid aureoles create hundreds of their own shadows as they pucker and move with you. The dark sun-tanned skin of your thigh flows into the darker juncture between your legs. The lighter skin, obviously hidden from the sun by your bikini bottom, provides the backdrop for the wispy pubes above your mound creating faint indistinct shadows on your upper right thigh. He pulls you into his arms. His skin touches yours from chest to thigh as he envelops you in a tight embrace. The side of the embrace facing the window looks like a half moon reflecting the light while the opposite side is like the dark side of the moon in total shadow. You glue yourself to as much of his hot smooth skin as you can while you kiss each other fully. Kevin’s hard cock can’t be ignored as it presses against your stomach, emanating heat. You barely remember the feeling from the last time you opened yourself to a man, let alone a great guy like Kevin, but that will end in mere minutes. Anticipating the main course is delicious! The anticipation may be delicious but the appetizers are pretty damn good, too. Kevin’s no fool. He passionately licks, kisses and nuzzles his way down your neck and chest to those perfect breasts that he has had his eye on for so long. (C’mon, surely you caught him staring at your chest more than once.) Those lovely breasts with the large dark-skinned centers hang naturally and beautifully. Even though the luscious orbs are full and heavy, gravity is very kind to them. Stepping back slightly and turning you so you face the light again, he stands in front of you as he cups both breasts in his hands. He bends over to begin to slowly licking all around the nipple of your left breast. After slowly licking gently, and then harder, sucks the sensitive tip into his mouth. He alternates between licking in broad long strokes and sucking. After several minutes of attention he turns to the right breast and repeats the process. Only this time he starts kneading your left breast and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. This has only turned up your body heat and your skin tingles all over. You look down and see the top of his head moving in time with his tongue and run your fingers through his thick dark hair. Your left breast glistens with the moisture from his mouth as his hand continues to gently squeeze it. He hasn’t touched your pussy yet which aches and only gets wetter. After all the attention on your breasts, your legs are weakening and you sit back on the bed. With the light coming in from the side window you’re able to see the outline of his cock. Your lips part slightly in preparation as you think about taking him in your mouth, but neither of you can wait any longer. You reach down and position the palm of your right hand parallel to his hard steady cock almost as if you intended to push it away. With your left hand you gently cup his hairy balls while your other hand inches forward until it comes in contact with the underside of Kevin’s cock. It covers the full length of your hand. You let go of his balls and grip his cock which jolts a drop of his precum onto your hand. You remove your hand just long enough to sensually lick the drop from your hand looking into his eyes the whole time. After taking a hold of him again, you lie down and insistently pull him on to you using his cock like a handle. As he climbs on top of you, did you keep your grip on that hard cock and direct it to your opening or did he zero in on your full moist lips? Whatever the method, it is there now and the entrance to your wet pussy stretches to take the head of his cock as you gaze into his eyes. Did you call out Kevin’s name when he first entered, or did you simply moan, ‘uhhhhh’, his cock forcing the breath out of you, like you just did in your dream in our bed? Kevin pushes his way in slowly into your sopping pussy forcing your insides to give way until there isn’t any more to push, and he rests there – both of you enjoying the sensations. It’s not the first time, and Kevin isn’t the first or even second lover, but he almost feels like the first. No pain, just that unexpected incredible fullness. You don’t remember feeling this full before, it’s been so long. It all feels good. Is that your dream? Pressing his chest to yours, he forces your breasts towards your own chest, but being the size they are the breasts spill over to each side between the two of you. First you were full and now it’s harder to breathe with his chest on yours. He feels oh so good, so close to you as your arms and hands move up his side, around the back and down towards his butt. You grab his butt and feel the motion, the rhythm of his body. As he withdraws his ass relaxes, but his push into you creates a ridge of contracted muscle on either side of his cheeks. You grab his butt for leverage and pull him in deeper. You are so into it, so attuned to his pace, pushing your pelvis up to meet each thrust. Kevin’s timing is perfect just like a pianist with a metronome in his head. Taking a little weight off you by lifting his body up slightly, Kevin begins to move his torso in concert with his cock allowing your tits to move as he moves. His cock is gliding back inside, back home, so not only is he filling you, bringing you waves of pleasure, but your tits are moving up with his chest and once they can’t move any farther, Kevin’s chest drags across your nipples. As he starts to withdraw again he moves down farther than your tits can go so as he has almost slides his cock out of you, his chest is dragging across your breasts and your nipples stand at attention. Kevin stops thrusting just long enough to lick each of your nipples taking the already intense feelings to the next level. Your pussy has never felt better and those nipples are now reinforcing the pleasure throughout your body. More moans from your lips reach my ears tonight as Kevin’s cock continues the action in and out of your swollen pussy in your dream. He lifts his torso completely off you and shifts his hips up while bracing his arms on the bed. Instead of coming straight in, parallel with your body, his cock is now angled so it’s coming from the top – which results in full contact on your clit for the entire stroke. You moan again, ‘Hmmmm’, which I hear back in the present day, and it only takes three or four more thrusts from Kevin for you to understand what is about to happen. The feeling is centered on your incredibly sensitive and overwhelmed clit and explodes from there moving quickly up and out across your body. You’re hands go from his back to the bed to grab the sheets in your fists and you start to feel claustrophobic as the building wave of your imminent orgasm rises rapidly. As the wave starts to crest your pussy grips Kevin’s cock like a vise and your hips buck urgently, faster than Kevin is thrusting. Sensing your need he picks up the pace – timing his thrusts with your own. The pleasure, which was wonderful before, rockets in intensity. That ‘Hmmmm’ of moments ago is now, ‘uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh’ in your sleep as the primal sounds escape your dream. The plateau of pleasure rolls on as your clit and pussy receive stroke after full contact stroke from Kevin’s plunging cock. You are coming for the first time with a man. A man you care about, who warmed you up and turned you to putty, is the privileged first to complete my future wife’s sexual experience. He was the first to give you a toe curling, cramp inducing, earth shattering experience while your pussy eagerly swallowed his cock over and over and over. He provided all the ingredients you needed. It’s important to me because I care about your pleasure. Anything that made, or makes, you feel good is good as far as I’m concerned. My cock is completely rigid stirred by the passion in your sleeping sounds. It’s impossible to ignore. The sound of someone making love is a powerful force. Have you ever heard someone in the room overhead exercising the bedsprings or been in a hotel with thin walls where the woman announces that she is coming to the adjoining rooms and then leaves no doubt whatsoever? How about listening to someone make love less than a foot away and not participating at all? There isn’t any video link into this dream of yours but the audio is coming through loud and clear. I’d like to step into your dream and watch you shudder with a man for that first time. At this point I’ll have to settle for listening to you. The sounds that escape your lips betray your passion, as Kevin continues to work his cock in and out of you, your own body twists and strains in every direction possible to prolong the feeling. Time has stopped for you but in reality it’s several minutes before you finally start to come down and begin to catch your breath. Just as you begin to relax, the sights and sounds of you cumming push Kevin over the edge. He begins to grunt as well as thrust harder and deeper as he lets go. You feel his urgency and hold him closer as the cum explodes from his body and fills you. After five or six spurts he shudders and presses down on you and the two of you kiss and nuzzle and cuddle. Two thoughts have pushed all others you have aside. First, ‘That was incredible.’ Second, ‘I have to get me some more of that.’ I’m sure between your hands and mouth (complimenting him of course) you were able to convince Kevin an encore was a good idea, but in our bed you seem to be quiet for now. I think of him as your ‘second first’, since your first sex was with the high school boyfriend. I feel embarrassed as a member of the male species that none of your lovers before Kevin took the time or had the wherewithal to give you that climatic pleasure, since its against everything I stand for. The lady’s pleasure is most important to me. You also have to hand it to Kevin, although I guess you already did. I have never had a problem getting you to come, but it took me many more years to fall into the technique that gives your clit those full-contact strokes. It obviously made an impression on you because it was one of the few details you did remember. Kevin didn’t stick around long enough, thankfully for me. He got himself a pretty lady back then, but the goddess I love and sleep with today puts that 22 year-old to shame in bed and in looks. My stunning lady seems to be satiated for now and quieting down so I can get some more sleep. Even though it’s now 9am in Europe, I need it. Only I need you more. What line are you going to use on a woman with a cold that obviously has just been fully satisfied though? I struggle off to sleep. Dreamfest Ch. 02 It turns out my husband is a good dream interpreter. Based on a few moans and some panting he was able to nail my first dream pretty closely. I felt more comfortable recording the second dream of the night rather than telling my husband and have him do the writing. I’m positive I’ll never tell another soul the really wild things that occurred in my last dream of the night. But who knows, if the feedback from this story is good it might compel me to change my mind. The second dream begins during a recent child free mini-vacation. The evening kicks off with a casual barbecue dinner filled with sexual innuendo and me silently mouthing some downright nasty thoughts to my husband, Joe, just to get him a little worked up. Oh, believe me, it works. Not that he needs working up in any way, but its fun to tease and see the hunger in eyes as he listens to the words and takes in my body with his eyes. In fact, if his painful looking gait as we leave is any indication, I may have overdone it. We made our way back to the hotel room to enjoy an evening of locked in each other’s arms. In the room, Joe futzes around in the large bathroom for a couple of minutes lighting some candles, pouring wine and filling a Jacuzzi tub complete with fragrant oils. The room smells like a rain forest with a hint of citrus as I join Joe in the tub and it’s blissfully relaxing as we recline in opposing ends breathing in the steam rising off the water, letting the whirlpool jets melt away the stiffness from a hike earlier in the day. There isn’t any conversation as we silently sip our wine and sink deeper into the tub while enjoying each other’s company. Someone better do something soon though or I’m going to fall asleep. As if on queue Joe lifts my left leg, pours massage oil on my foot and proceeds to gently massage my foot rubbing the arch and moving up to the Achilles tendon. I fight the exhaustion to open one eyelid and briefly check out the scene, but since it feels just as good with my eyes closed, I give in. He hooks his fingers, from bottom to top over my foot and gently torques it from side to side. He moves his slippery digits between my toes and I must be tired because I don’t event flinch when he does it. Several toes crack as he first bends them back towards my shin and then when pushing them down toward the ball of my foot a few more pop. I reward Joe with a ‘don’t you dare stop’ sigh to share the positive effect he’s having. I force my eyes open again. The first things that come into view now are the nipples of my large firm breasts peeking above the water. They are in a relaxed state at the moment. I have no doubt their condition will change very soon. As my Joe says, my nipples are either hard or waiting to be hard. Joe continues his rubbing journey. After he rests my foot on his knee, Joe squeezes another generous portion of oil into his hands and continues his journey of rubbing on my left calf. Between the deep water and the foam from the jets I can’t see his hard cock, but I know exactly what it looks like after all these years and my pussy begins to tingle as I think about it sliding into me. His short blond tousled hair is wet on the ends from the steam and water looking very sexy, and I can’t get enough of the way he makes love to my leg and foot with his hands. After lovingly massaging the calf and shin for about 5 minutes Joe moves his attentions to my other leg. The right leg now receives a matching rub. After finishing my right foot and leg he tells me turn around and it takes a serious effort to break the inertia that holds me. I eventually twist around and scoot back to Joe’s end of the tub. He grabs some more oil and begins working on my back. The warmth of the bath, oil, hands and wine flow across and through my body resulting in supreme relaxation. My upper and lower back, neck, shoulders, arms, all receive the same lavishing with oil, love and muscles. I twist my neck around and give Joe a wet sloppy kiss because while my muscles feel supple and relaxed other parts of me are getting jealous about not have received their touches yet. He’s thinking along the same lines. He makes me scoot forward a little, now left, oops too far he says so I move a little to the right as he places each foot on the rim of the tub. ‘oooh . . oooh . . oooh’ is the sound escaping from my mouth with little shallow gasps for breath that I’m sure he heard back in our bedroom at home in the present because it slipped from my mouth back there too as the whirlpool jets begin forcing themselves on my private parts. It’s throbbing and intense, feeling a little bit like a vibrator. He has me partially recline across his lap with his legs extended on either side of me which is nice except for the erection poking me in the neck. Once I settle in he begins work on two of his favorite body parts. He reaches over the top of my shoulders to access the water and oil slicked hard nipples. I watch him gently tug outward on each one, and we’re both fascinated, as they remain erect protruding farther than I’ve ever seen them. They are aching for more attention as the forceful stream of water is relentlessly massaging my clit and trying to enter my pussy. There is nothing to do but let the man and the water have their ways with me. Joe holds the oil bottle high in the air over my chest and squeezes out a liberal amount. I can feel the warm oil trail tracing a pattern on my body as it falls a couple of feet from the bottle. After putting the bottle down, his hands travel down my stomach to the edge of the water line. The hands then slip up underneath my breasts, cupping and massaging the aching globes moving left and right as well as towards and away from my chest. They continue sliding up the outside and down back underneath my heavy breasts with each hand. After moving plenty of oil in this manner he moves to the front of my breasts mashing them gently into my chest. The water and his hands have taken me to the brink and I grip his ankles in preparation. Joe chooses this moment to concentrate on my sensitive nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger trying to force the oil into every pore. This pushes me over the top. The magic water pulsates into my clit. I go rigid and arch my back as the pleasure rolls through me and Joe doesn’t let up as he squeezes a breast in each hand from the base to the top culminating in pinching the nipples each time. As the jet becomes too much sensation, I lower my feet down into the tub and bring my knees together. My hands reach up and encircle his wrists ending the movements on my breasts. ‘Phewwwwwww.’ is all I can say. Totally content, I just need a few minutes to recover before giving Joe his reward. What happens instead though is I fall into a deep sleep. A few hours later . . . Slowly. Ever so slowly I rise to semi-consciousness. I was deeply asleep but the growing ache between my legs has gradually returned me to the world. I feel so wiped and think back to how draining the last few days of almost constant sex has been. Then I remember my last waking feelings. ‘Oh yessss’, I mumble through sleepy lips with a lazy grin on my face recalling the intense feelings the hot tub jet and Joe’s caresses created. I felt incredibly tired after the hot bath and the pulsing orgasm that never seemed to end and don’t remember coming to bed at all. Obviously I was deeply asleep moments ago, and now a certain part of my body is waking up faster than others. I glance down and discover the reason for awakening and for my rising temperature and quickening pulse. There is a head moving around between my thighs. My husbands face connected to that head is really working some magic. ‘Ahhh, forget alarm clocks. This is the way to get woken up every day,’ I think to myself. Day is a stretch though as my body is angled across the bed at a 45 degree angle with my feet towards the French doors which lead to the 2nd floor patio. I can see now the moon is full and reflecting on the lake outside the door and the sheer curtains only diffuse the light. ‘Every woman should have a man 100% dedicated to her pleasure. To think that some women will never know how good this all can feel is a shame,’ I mumble, or I think it. I’m not sure. Everything still seems a little muddled. My mind certainly hasn’t woken up yet. I stretch luxuriously with nothing on my mind but enjoying every single sensation until Joe pushes me over the edge and I cum hard in his mouth. Wowwww,!! Everything feels better, more intense than usual as he continues to DaVinci my sex doing whatever he does down there - my sex is the canvas and his tongue is the brush. Maybe it is being woken up without warning or the after effects of tub jet. Something is different. As long it doesn’t stop, I really don’t care what the hell it is. The sensual unrelenting licking slowly sends me over the edge. As my body shakes and clenches, Joe continues to feel fuel to my orgasm as his pistons his tongue into my cylinder while frequently moving up to flick and lick my pleasure injector. As I come down, he’s not willing to join me yet despite my whimpers and pleas. He stays away from my clit, which can’t take any more right now, and moves to the other triangles – the two between my pussy, upper thighs and pelvis. I sink further into the bed resigned to another mind and body-bending orgasm at the tip of this consummate pro’s tongue. His tongue alternates between running figure eights to nibbling the sensitive flesh. He thoroughly licks the area on either side of my pussy being careful not to touch it quite yet. Maybe it was the bikini wax before I left on the trip, or the water jet, or the culmination of days of near incessant attention, but it really feels much more intense and sensitive than normal. His hands go under my bum and lift it to provide better access while I struggle to lift up to my elbows. After a few moments of futile trying, I abandon the effort, collapse into the fluffy resort pillow and flop my arms on either side of my head. He starts to lick and bite where my butt begins to swell and moves up toward my pussy again. On this trip up, my pussy starts to leak again. As usual he’s played my body like a violin knowing when to play quietly and when to begin the crescendo to the climax. His timing is perfect once again. I know he’d like to eat me until I cum again, and more often than not, I’d let him, but this time I want his hard cock to push me over the edge. ‘I want you. Honey, I need you in me,’ I plead. He pauses and looks up. At that moment everything begins moving in slow motion. I can see the lips moving but I can’t hear the words, so great is my shock that it isn’t my husband looking up at me. The man looks directly into my eyes for several moments and then smiles, quickly flashing straight white teeth. I can’t believe my eyes, staring at this good looking dark haired, clean shaven man who has the juices from my most private areas all over his face. Alarm and distress rumble through my body as the stranger goes back to work licking and nibbling my pussy. ‘Oh my. . Oh my.’, I manage to sputter before he starts a slow drawn out lick on my clit that results in concentrated pleasure for three or four seconds. ‘aaaagggghhhhhhh’ is the most coherent follow-up I’m able to make to ‘oh my . . oh my.’ The stranger lifts up his head again and his dark piercing eyes move their way up my torso. If I’d seen him on the street I’d thought he was mentally undressing me. He didn’t have to go through the effort of undressing me this time. Instead he takes in my full breasts with the distended nipples, which are bobbing in fear and anxiety all around my heaving chest. His eyes finally make contact with mine and his intense look screams lust and longing. Just before I have to look away from the penetrating gaze his face relaxes and breaks into a smirk. This time I’m cognizant enough to hear his words in a deep baritone voice, ‘In case you didn’t hear me the first time, you’re going to have to be crystal clear in asking for what you want. In the meantime, I’ll continue to amuse myself down here.’ As he spoke the last two or three words he glanced down quickly and then back up at me. The smirk turned into a genuine smile. Whatever else you want to say about the man, it’s clear he’s truly enjoying the moment. I shake my head trying to clear away the cobwebs of sleep and shock and try my voice again, ‘Who are . . .? Wh Wh Where is my . . . .?’ C’mon I’m talking like a slug here. This must be more than simply related to waking up. Could I have been drugged? Maybe that explains why my limbs feel so heavy and I have no energy. The stranger doesn’t answer my partially formed questions. I lift my head up, which takes a supreme effort, to validate that I misidentified my husband earlier. Sure enough this guy has short dark wavy hair while Joe’s is dark blond and straight. This guy obviously has powerful hands (how did I miss that before?) as he lifts my bum once more and after running lazy circles around clit until I almost cum again despite my shaken nerves, he moves south into virgin territory. This is like Area 51 for me. I don’t want it to be seen or touched let alone anything else. I don’t even admit to it existing, but here is this highly sensitive tissue being assaulted by who knows for the first time. I can only try to get the words out, ‘Please d . . . don’t . . . ‘ It is difficult to form the words and get them out between the cloudy thinking and the brand new sensations I’m feeling. He lavishes attention in the area between my pussy and ass, before semi-permanently relocating to my asshole. After constantly flicking his tongue all around, he turns it into a hard mini-phallus totally intent on entering my off-limits place. I try to move my hips and ass so he can’t reach his target, but it doesn’t do any good. He holds me tight, and with the help of my traitorous juices and his saliva he e enters. The new feelings force me to moan again in the present day and shift slightly in our bed at home. However the dream rolls on in Technicolor surround-sound the stranger tongues me slowly in-and-out followed by a jackhammer tempo. I am extremely aware of every millimeter of his motion. The warm moist soft caressing is entirely new. I’m not willing to call it good yet, but it doesn’t hurt and it’s all erotic. While continuing to prop my butt with his right hand he kneads my breasts with his left until he moves down my stomach until his thumb finds and begins rubbing my clit. The new sensations and the clit massage has me on the verge of coming once again even if that’s the last thing I want given some stranger is probing out of bounds. Right before that happens, he gently disengages, lowers my ass to the bed and stands slowly, moving smoothly like a big powerful cat at the top of the sexual food chain - supremely confident. Perspective is tricky as I look up at him full frontal from my position lying on the bed with the diffused moonlight at his back, but I can tell he isn’t much taller than me, 5’8’’ or 5’9” maybe, but he is very broad. He’s broad from his neck to his chest to his cock. The head of his cock must be the size of a racquetball or something like that – surely bigger than a golf ball and smaller than a baseball. The tip of his cock is dripping from excitement while the head is red and ready. It doesn’t appear as long as Joe’s average-sized, yet, totally satisfactory, cock. Since it’s pointing directly at me, the angle makes it difficult to tell. The scary massive head may simply be obscuring some frighteningly long shaft. It reminds me of a very big round lollipop dripping with wet sweet candy that somehow lost its stick along the way. I tear my attention away from this monster head for a moment to study the rest of the guy more closely. He seems to be built like a wedge with those broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist. His arms are muscled like a football player. He looks like he could lift a football player with each arm. His pecs are well defined and his chest is absent of hair. Now that I take another glance around, he doesn’t appear to have hair anywhere except for his head. There is something else about his chest. His nipples are erect too – each one with a gold ring piercing it which may or may not have something to do with them being widest erect nipples I’ve ever seen on a guy. They must be broad for me to notice them from the bed. He’s not stocky, simply solid with that active athletic look, but not over the top like a bodybuilder. He’s good looking like a shorter broader Christopher Reeve or Dean Cain with the same type of sexy dimpled superman smile. If I weren’t happily married and actually know who he was, this would be a no-brainer. All of sudden I realize he’s talking to me, and I look back at his face to concentrate on his words. ‘Ahh – it looks like I might have your attention now.’ he starts again. ‘Danielle, like I said before you have to tell me what you want. You are gorgeus woman, and I’ve never tasted better. My oh my, you are beautiful. That hair sprawled on the pillow, the classic curvy figure and best of all, the ‘I just need to be fucked’ look about you.’ I can satisfy your need.’ As he speaks this last sentence he pushes his erect cock down slightly only to have it swing back to full attention. After silently doing this a couple of times, I can feel that his eyes have never left mine, so I’m totally busted. He knows I’m mesmerized by the slowly swinging cock which looked like a yo-yo bobbing in slow motion on a short string. With his whole cock on view, I can now see the head is huge and the shaft while not that long is thick in proportion to the head. ‘You’re pussy needs to be filled, and I have just the thing, Danielle. I dare you to tell me you don’t want your pussy wrapped around my cock. I know you want it, but I need to hear you say the words. Until then, I’ll continue to amuse myself.’ Again he glances down and this time my eyes follow his. There in plain sight is my well-licked clit and pussy. That’s when I realize just how clear the view is. ‘Shhiitt! . ., ‘I blurt out due to yet one more shocking revelation There isn’t a hair down there – not a single one in sight. I’ve always kept myself neat but was too modest to agree to Joe’s requests to shave everything. How many more shocks can I take? What the hell else can go wrong? He can go down on me all over again, that’s what can go wrong. Before I can tell him I can’t take anymore, he’s already returned to work. He is now licking everywhere it seems – all at once. My breathing becomes shorter and shorter and the back of my throat feels like the Mojave Desert in July. My chest heaves again but now my breasts are bobbing due to a physical anxiety. My entire consciousness is concentrated on the need to be filled. The stranger expertly pushes slides and turns all my buttons and knobs. The physical need makes it impossible to think logically or rationally. Time after time, he brings me to the precipice where I know it will take just one more lick to make me explode and sensing that he backs away and moves to a different area. My husband is an expert at going down on me and he also likes to tease, but it’s never felt this extreme. Is it the unconscious thrill of a stranger pleasuring me or that there isn’t any hair between his tongue and my skin or is it just plain persistence? I try to anticipate where his tongue will be next so I can shift my pelvis to position my clit in the right place, but its not working any better than when my ass was trying to escape earlier. He torments my clit when, and only when, he is ready. The whimpers coming from my mouth are closer together, almost continuous, and louder with each passing minute. (I’m sure Joe is hearing them through my dream.) Even as the sound escapes I try to shut it off, knowing that it’s not at all appropriate and it only encourages the guy. My brain is second in command now. I’m reaching some sort of limit I’ve never hit before. I need relief and I GOTTA HAVE IT now. Dreamfest Ch. 02 My craving pussy forces the words out of my mouth ‘G-G-Give it . . to . . me. . . . Give it to meeeee, UUUHHHMMM . . UUHhhhhhmmm . . uuuhhhmmmm’. He slowly stands up again saying ‘What do you want and where do you want it Danny?’ He keeps his hand on my mound rubbing lightly around and on my clit. ‘Bastard’, I mutter to myself. He knows exactly what I want and where I want it. Summoning up my voice one more time, I’m pissed and angrily drive the words out through clenched teeth having to concentrate mightily on every word, ‘P-P-Put your COCKKK . . . in my PUUuussy.’ ‘That’s my girl. Nothing would make me happier. Turn over.’ he orders. My pussy reflex instantly instructs my body to turn over, and I get as far as a quarter turn before falling back. What is going on? Turning over shouldn’t be as hard as climbing a mountain. Half a breath later his hands are under my hip and shoulder as he gently rolls me over and I get another hint of his physical power. He positions me on my knees and spreads my legs slightly. I feel him taking up the position behind me. His cock moves to the entrance of my starving pink pussy. My entire being concentrates on where that cock head is resting. I beckon his cock inside by pressing backward. His damn cock isn’t doing any good just resting at the entrance. What is he waiting for? The ache worsens knowing relief is so close. ‘Are you ready?’ he asks. Fucking bastard!!, I think. He knows damn well how ready I am even as he shifts his cock away from my thrusting hips. ‘Are you sure you’re…..’ he starts but even before he gets to ‘ready’ and I scream at him out loud, that huge head steadily bores through my tight, quivering insides. The head, which feels like a hot poker, sears all the way in and yanks steal my breath away. It’s like slamming a shot of whiskey or tequila but backwards. While liquor burns all the way down the esophagus, this cock is traveling slowly from the bottom up and feels much hotter than liquor, more like a hot curling iron as it opens a path. ‘SMACK!’, the stranger shocks me again with a sharp slap on my full ass which startles me enough to kick-start my breathing. Thankfully he waits until I adjust a little and begin to breathe regularly before he starts thrusting. The thrusting starts off slowly but gets faster and faster until he’s pounding into me, the front of his huge thighs smack repeatedly into the back of mine, jarring my whole frame. I strain to read the rhythm and push back to meet his thrusts once or twice, but the orgasm which I needed more than anything and was hiding just around the corner jumps out instead and I crash into it full speed. It stuns me with the intensity and I can actually see stars floating in front of my eyes. Now whether that’s because my eyes are squeezed so tightly or it’s actually resembling a climax from the old TV show ‘Love American Style’ I’ll never know. The stranger keeps up a steady stream of commentary. As I continue to roll with the orgasm I hear in the background ‘Oh Danielle baby. Oh baby. Oh baby.’ with each stroke of his cock. He slows down briefly after I subside and he rubs his hands over my body – back, neck, then reaching around to breasts, stomach, side, thighs saying, ‘ ‘I love your soft smooth skin, baby. Do you feel me touching you? I’m going to come all over this sexy body. I felt you cum so hard on my cock, squeezing it all the while you were whimpering. I’m gonna feel and hear that again. You better believe it. Your pussy is wrapped so tight around my cock. It feels so fucking good.’ ‘You taste good, too. I can still taste your juices in my mouth. Your ass was fine, mighty fine. No one has ever licked you there. I can tell. It tasted like virgin ass. It was so tight.’ My whole world is the sound of his voice and his thrusting cock that is starting to build the tension in my body again until my pussy lurches as the stranger abruptly withdraws. Before the missing cock becomes a crisis, he gently flips me over on my back as easily as a box of Kleenex. He kneels between my legs, carefully positions himself and without using his hands, he’s in again with a quick thrust. He holds my legs to the side and begins in a nice leisurely pace. I feel like a half an observer and half a participant. My eyes are fascinated by the entry and exit as my smooth newly hairless pussy lips flow in and out with the movements of his fat cock. My participant half then rears up and takes control. I fall into the chasm of an orgasm like a carnival ride drops without notice and puts you into free-fall. My head drops back into the bed as a cocoon of pleasure engulfs me. There is only one small opening in the cocoon and that is where the stranger’s cock is slamming in and out of my opening. In my subconscious I can hear a low moan that goes on and on. Only when I’ve run out of air and have to rush in a fresh breath so I can continue do I realize it’s me. As the strong sensations begin to fade away I open my eyes and check on the stranger. His eyes are closed and his face is tilted toward the ceiling. His cock continues to slide into and out of my pussy unabated and the strokes are coming more quickly now. His whole body glistens under a sheen of sweat produced by his exertions while the nipple rings bounce with the effort. His face is getting darker and veins are bulging in his neck and on his temples. He is talking again. “You came so good for me squeezin’ my cock soooo tight.” The tight words came out clipped and fast. ‘It won’t be long now. It won’t be long now. It won’t be long now’. After a few moments, I start to hear his grunts become more audible with each thrust. He hastily pulls his huge glistening tool out of my cunt and immediately a big stream of his cum lands on my sweat right soaked breast. Several more spurts erupt with amazing force and land on different spots around my torso. He is grunting and moaning now as he jerks his cock off – the low guttural sound coincides with each spurt. More cum shoots out and some makes it all the way up to my neck and chin. His mighty chest rises and falls quickly as it works to bring in more oxygen. My last sound is another sigh. Looking into the stranger’s tired smiling face – his dark eyes sparkled in return. Do eyes sparkle in dreams I wonder as my eyes win the struggle to close. Joe only got the sounds from my wild dream, but knowing him I’m sure he enjoyed it anyway.