2 comments/ 53096 views/ 2 favorites In Dream. By: pooja I am Pooja Chaudhary from Lucknow. I am 21 years old. I am 5'5" tall with big breasts and big swaying ass. Fair color. I have firm breasts and I am very proud of those globes. They make every male look at me twice. I have good figure 36-26-36. I Have light brown color pointed nipples with big areola. It is my last year in college. I had applied for one entrance. Last month I got admit card for the entrance. The center was far from my place. John is one of my class mate. He told me that his entrance center is same as mine. So I decided to go for the test with him and told him to book two tickets. I told him nothing to worry about staying at that place as I have some relatives home at that place. The come when we started out journey. The train was in the night. As we reach our coach, I noticed a gang of 5, good looking, males in the end of coach. The rest of our boggie was empty. They were dressed in tight fitting jeans and all of them were following us with their eyes as we took our seats. John didn't pay any attention to the young males in the boggie with us. He was busy rubbing my leg just below my skirt and whispering in my ear that he would like to take me back to his place for fuck. I must admit that John was really turning me on and I just laid my head back on the seat and enjoyed the touch of his hands. John started rubbing my arms and would brush his hands along the sides of my breasts as he moved them up and down the length of my arms. I was aware that my breathing was becoming heavier as John's caresses grew more and more bold. He was beginning to place his hands on my breasts and would gently squeeze them through my blouse. I looked up and noticed that the men were watching us and a couple of them were rubbing the crotches of their jeans. I sat up and told John that we were being watched and to stop his affections. He told me to relax and not to worry about the men in the boggie. Suddenly, all the lights in the boggie went out and I felt the train starting to slow. John said not to worry that it was probably a temporary power failure and it would be over soon. As we sat in the dark I heard some fight in the passageway of boggie and some low whispering from a few feet away. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark somewhat and I could make out the shadow of several of the young males standing in the passageway. John spoke up and said, "Well, what do you want?" and put his arm around me in a protective manner. I heard the men laugh and then they pulled John from our seat, out into the aisle. I became terrified as I listened to the sounds of John being beaten and the horrible groan he was making. Then it was quiet again and I saw the outlines of the men gather around me. I started to scream but one of the men put his kerchief in my mouth. One of the men said, "Hey, somebody get behind the bitch and hold her arms." Another voice said, "You do it man, I'm fucking her first!" The men started arguing with each other on who was going to go first and I thought that I might be able to escape but I was pushed back into the seat. Then someone was standing behind me and he grabbed my wrists and held my arms up so they were fully extended. One man who seems to chief of the gang standing in front of me stepped between my legs and commented, "Well baby, lets have a look at those tits". Then he pulled a large blade knife from his pocket and proceeded to cut my blouse from bottom to top until it fell open. I was shaking my head and trying to scream but it was useless as the kerchief was in my mouth. I heard someone say, "I can see the nipples poking at her bra!" Another said, "Hey, cut that bra off man. What's wrong with you?" Then I felt the cold blade as it was inserted between my skin and the bra I was wearing and with a quick flick of the knife man's hand the fabric separated. My bra snapped open in the middle and my restrained breasts swung free. The man holding the knife gasped and remarked, "Oh!, man! Did you ever see tits like these?". And then he put his free hand up to my left breast and began squeezing it and rubbing his fingers across the nipple. Then the bastard held his knife to my throat and said,"There's going to be a little party in your pussy tonight and you are going to be real nice and invite us all, if you want to live." I became even more terrified and just nodded my head in an up and down motion. I closed my eyes and waited for what was to come. I felt my skirt being torn from my waist and hot, sweaty hands were rubbing the inside of my thighs. My panties were then ripped off of me and someone began running his fingers through the hair on my pussy. The knife that had been pressed against my neck was removed and I heard one of the men say "tu cheese badi hai mast mast" and then all the men began to laugh. I still couldn't bring myself to open my eyes but I felt the man standing between my legs move away and the one holding my arms released them. For a moment I thought that it was over and that the young men were just having some fun. I slowly stood up and opened my eyes to see one man kneeling on the seat in front of me, the others were standing in the side and were removing their jeans. I knew then that it wasn't over yet, it was only beginning! The man in front of me told me not to scream and he would remove the cloth from my mouth. I nodded slowly and the cloth was pulled from my mouth. I started pleading with the men to let me go and one said," OH. Don't worry Rundi. We're going to let you go, but first we got to finish something!" The man kneeling before me told me to move closer to him and to remember what would happen to me if I didn't cooperate. I nervously inched my way closer to him and closed my eyes again. I felt his hands lifting my breasts as if he were weighing them. He said, "Lady, I can't believe the tits you got!" And then he pulled me even closer and I felt his tongue flipping at the underside of my nipple. Then someone moved in behind me and pushed me up against the seat back in front of me. I shut my eyes even tighter, hoping this was all a terrible nightmare. My hands were gripping the seat back and I started shaking uncontrollably. The man behind me moved my feet apart with his and pushed on my back so that I was bent over the seat. I heard someone say,"Man, look at those big tits swing!" I could hear the man in front of me breathing heavily and I heard his jeans zipper being pulled down. He then said, "Okay, baby, now I'm going to give you something nice to suck on while you get some exercise from behind! Be nice and don't bite or you know what will happen." I felt his cock press against my lips as he fondled my breasts. He said, "Now be a nice bitch and open up those pretty lips." I opened my trembling lips and the large cock began moving in across my tongue. I could taste the pre-come on it as it slid farther and farther into my mouth. The man behind me was rubbing his cock along the underside of my pussy and he was commenting to the others, "You ain't felt nothing like this pussy! It's hot like hell, man!" Then I heard him tell one of the others to give him the hair oil he carried with him. I felt his hand rubbing the oil on the lips of my pussy and he told me, "This oil should help that pussy hair of yours look real nice and it's gonna help me get this up inside you!" Then he spread the lips of my cunt and eased his prick inside. He said, "Oh, Rundi you are tight! But once I shoot a load into you will need no more lubrication!" Then he laughed and proceeded more of his swollen cock into me. I tried to scream but the cock pressing against my throat was pushing its way further down. The cock in my pussy was now pumping in and out and I was going crazy with fear, anger, and humiliation. I started feeling like I was going to orgasm and I was angry with myself for letting those feelings come, but I couldn't stop them. Suddenly the cock in my stretched mouth was spewing hot streams of cum down my throat and the hands holding my breasts and pinching them. I heard the man coming in my mouth and then he pulled is dick out and spray it on my face. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw another man move into the seat and hold his rigid cock up to my lips. The man fucking me from behind was grunting and saying, "Oh Shit!, baby I going to fill your tight hole with some hot cum!" I could feel the large dick twitching it my cunt as the jet of hot sperm shot deep inside me. I was screaming with my own orgasm when the man in front of me slid his cock into my wide open mouth. The cock in my cunt pulled out and a another man moved in behind me. Cum was running down my leg and out of the corners of my mouth. I was unconsciously sucking on the dick in my mouth as the next cock started it's entry into my dripping pussy. I started feeling some pain and realized that the shaft insinuating itself up my cunt was much larger than the one that just finished fucking me. The owner of the huge member was groaning and said, "This bitch is so tight I don't think I can get my dick in all the way!". I was about to faint when the dick I was sucking pulled out and drenched my face and tits with hot cum. I was moaning as the monster stuck in my pussy slowly pulled out a little and then rammed in again to enter a few more inches into me. The man was pushing cock further and further into me with each powerful stroke. He grunted loudly and then "Rundi Get ready!" Then, he pulled out almost the entire length of his enormous dick and, with one quick thrust he buried his dick deep in my hot cunt. I screamed out and the man in me just froze for what seemed like a whole minute. I could feel his cock swelling in me and then long jets of hot cum began splashing against my womb as he started fucking in and out. I passed out and didn't know, or care, what the last man did to me. I only remember that my father was trying to awake me for collage . Ohh It was a dream, thank god!!! Bye for now. Love you all. Pooja. You can send your experiences, stories and dirty comments to the address in my profile. You can also send me stories in which you having sex with me or good and meaning full themes for stories. In Dreamland "On your knees, bitch! That's right! Keep that butt up high so that I can get in there!" Vincent said swatting Jacqueline's buttocks sharply. It didn't really hurt, but it was nice to feel the slight burn and hear his appreciative groan when her flesh jiggled. "Mmmmmmmm," the woman stirred slightly and sighed before snuggling back into the cool comfort of a dream that didn't need to end because she remembered, subconsciously, that it was still very early on Saturday morning. She felt full and contented. She sighed and beckoned to a deeper state of relaxation to envelop her. She cuddled up next to her husband, took his beautiful cock in her hand, weighed and measured its length and girth, stroked it gently, played with his precum, spreading it gently over the smooth hard helmet. She liked to hear him gasp, and watch his cock spasm and spew his clear liquid uncontrollably. She loved the power that she felt when he couldn't control himself around her. She bounced his dick around on her palm, sucked it a little to moisten it, kissed it, bounced it some more and finally, give him a deliciously slow hand job. "Mmmmmmmmmm, yessssss. Yessss, yessss, yessssss!" he hissed as he spurted cum all over her hand. She thought about tasting it, but somehow didn't bother. Seeing his arousal excited her. He always excited her, but she didn't want to seem like a whore, so she played it cool sometimes. Still, if she let her minx out to play every now and again it would keep him interested, but not lose his respect, she reasoned. She wanted him to put his cock in her. She wanted to fall asleep again with his cock rammed deep in her ass. "Ohhhhhhh." Her nipples stiffened and her clit throbbed painfully at the thought. "Mmmmmm." He knew exactly what she needed. She didn't even have to ask! Maybe anal really was his thing! Somehow she had always thought it was vaginal. Perhaps they had more in common than she'd realised! She fought off the impulse to scream her pleasure and encouragement. "Baaaaaby, mmmmmmm. Yes, baby! Fuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk," she slurred, instead. "Oh, baby...yes, that would be something... a little hard to sleep....with a cock in your ass but if that is what you want....here I come....aaaaahhhhhhhhh far up, and I'm rubbing your clit with my hand!" Something wasn't right. Vincent wouldn't say that he was rubbing her clit with his hand; he would just do it. So, she made him do it. He was perfect! "Mmmmmmmmm... Vincent," the woman groaned when her husband responded in just the way she liked to her exhortations to fuck her hard. Unconsciously, she swung one leg over the other and curled into a semi-foetal position that stretched her spine and made her more comfortable; much more comfortable as it turned out, as her feelings of fullness and well-being intensified. She sighed contentedly and spooned up to the man cuddled next to her. "Mmmmmmmm yes...good girl! Come to papa! This way I can get to your tits easily. Do you like me to squeeze them hard and pinch your nipple? I'm hungry, baby! I want to suck you. I want your nipples baby, turn over. But it's easy to fuck both your cunt and ass when you're like this! Wait a minute, my love..." Uncharacteristically, he fumbled at first, but eventually he slowed down and got it right. He played with her ass, relaxing her pucker with nimble fingers until she was relaxed enough and he could mount her and ease himself in. Somehow it felt different from all the other times he had done it though. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she was aware of the fact that she was enjoying herself being fucked outside in the soft grass under the trees in their backyard, to the accompaniment of birdsong and cool gentle breezes on a beautiful Saturday morning in Kingston. She thought fleetingly about the neighbours, but dismissed them as being irrelevant. "Mmmhmmm sounds good to hear you groan for me like that! What a sweet little slut! You're giving it to me even when you're asleep! I love being married to a freak!" Vincent declared. It was the word "freak" that awakened Jacqueline with a start. She turned to see her husband lying on his side watching her wide-eyed with great interest. He smirked at her, delightedly. "Well, that must have been some dream, baby!" he said quietly. "Do you have any idea how sexy it is to hear you curse like a sailor and moan like a porn star and know that all the time, you're dreaming about me? Come, tell me what we did; maybe I can make your dreams come true." In Dreams The dream begins with perfect clarity, of thought and atmosphere, touch and taste and colour so sharp it burns into my consciousness... We are, I think, in Goa, or another holiday place - just the two of us. We have a hotel room, and we've checked into it, but we haven't been here longer than is necessary to put down our things and go out. It's evening and we're returning. You're wearing a red spaghetti top, white shorts and a yellow cap with a little peak. Your feet are bare -- as you climb the stairs before me I see them clearly. I don't know whether you left your footwear somewhere or you chose to go out barefoot. I think the latter, somehow; this is what make me think we're in a holiday place where it is OK to go out without shoes. Today we arrived, I know, and we will stay for several days. And tonight we're going to make love for the first time. I know this, you know this. Even as we climb the stairs our anticipation builds. You have the key, you unlock the door. We enter, and you snap the lights on. There are bright fluorescent lamps, but you put on the dimmer yellow lamps in holders high up near the ceiling, so that the room is lighted by an amber glow. There is a large bed with a cream or pale pink bedspread, and a light coloured carpet partly covering the floor. On one side there is a large mirror. Heavy drapes cover the windows. As soon as I shut the door behind us, fumbling for the latch, you are in my arms. You throw yourself on me, wrapping your arms about my chest, raising your face to mine for me to kiss your mouth. The peak of the cap comes in the way, I can feel it crumpling against my forehead. With an impatient gesture, you reach up, pull it off, and fling it on to a chair. Your lips purse and plant a little rosebud-kiss on mine. My hands are on your shoulders, at your back. I stroke the curve of your back through the cloth of your top. I trace the dimple of the small of your back. Your hands are urgently at the back of my head, pulling my face down to yours. I taste the salt of a bead of sweat on your lips. Your tongue meets mine, a tiny electric shock as the tips touch. We are still standing just inside the door. You stand on my feet -- you're barefoot, so it doesn't make it too difficult to walk with you till the bed. You let go of me, sit back on the bed with a sigh and smile up at me. You raise a hand and reach out to me, and when I hold the hand you pull me down to you. You push me on my back on the mattress, so I'm half sitting, and half lying, and then you swing yourself over and straddle my chest. You're smiling, looking down at me, and you reach down and begin to pull my t-shirt up over my chest. I lift my head and you pull it off over my head, and as I raise my arms you remove it entirely and throw it away. You bend forward from the waist and begin kissing all over my upper torso, as much as you can reach. Your hands, too, wander over my body, grasping, rubbing. I feel my erection begin. I push myself up so I am sitting now, you're now kneeling across my lap, and to save yourself from falling off you throw your arms round my neck. Your head falls back and I kiss the centre of your throat, lick down the line of your neck muscles. You swing yourself to one side, not letting go of my neck, so you end sprawling on your back and pull me down to you. Through your top I can feel your breasts rise against my chest. I kiss your forehead, your eyes. "Let me take your shoes and pants off," you say. I roll over on my back, and in an instant I can feel your hands at my laces. In another moment they are easing off my shoes and my socks, the fingers running down the line of my soles lightly, enough to torment me with tickles. But you are too impatient to spend too much time tickling my feet just yet. You unbuckle my belt, pulling through the loops so quickly that it catches and I have to lift my hips so it finally comes off. You undo the hooks at the waist of my trousers, pull the zippers down and then draw my pants off. I'm now completely naked except for my underpants and my watch. I remove the watch, myself, and as I put it aside you throw yourself on me, lying down on top of me and letting your hands explore my body all over. You still have your clothes on. I push my hands under the back of your top, roll it up and over your head, and pull it down and off in front, so that your breasts are the last to be released, the cloth cups holding them in to the last before they pop out and touch my chest. You rotate your chest, using your nipples to trace circles on my chest. It drives me half crazy. I reach down and cup the dangling globes of your small breasts, holding them away from myself. You reach down and take my hands off your breasts, and then clasp me to your body, so that your breasts are squashed tight against my chest. Your face nuzzles the hollow of my neck and shoulder. I feel your tongue lick my collar bone. We are now lying full length on the bed, clasped together, both nude but for our respective underwear. You begin kissing me, down to my chest, planting little kisses all the way down my body, to my navel and lower. Your tongue races a little circle round my navel. You kiss your way down the length of one leg, the thigh, the knee, down the line of my shin bone, and then you kiss my ankle before beginning the journey up again. My erection strains at the cloth of my boxer shorts. My hips rise at your kisses on the skin of the inside of my thighs. I gasp softly. You lick the insides of my thighs, you blow at my crotch, and then you kiss your way down the other leg again. My penis has begun to lubricate, soaking the fabric at the top of my erection. You kiss your way up the other leg, then kiss around the top of my briefs. You pull my briefs off slowly, and my erect penis comes to view. You smile and kiss the sides of the shaft. I thrill to the touch of your lips. Your tongue snakes out and licks quickly around the tip, the groove below the glans, and then quickly up and down the shaft. It is incredibly erotic. "It's incredible," I sigh, "that you've never done this before." "No," you say, "but I've thought about doing this to you many times. I practised it in my head, over and over again. I just enjoy loving you." Your tongue licks down and under my testicles, your lips gently pinch the skin of my scrotum. Your hand clasps my penis, and the other hand reaches under me to clasp my buttocks. I wriggle side to side a little. I feel the tension rise in me and I know that it's time I took a more proactive role before you make me explode prematurely. I get up, hold your upper arms and firmly draw you up to face me. Your eyes and mine are opposite each other, we're looking into each other's eyes, we are breathing together, and kissing, kissing. We're kissing now open mouthed and passionately. My hands find your breasts and my palms cup them, running little circles over the nipples. I feel your nipples harden against my palms. I pull you to me and kiss you again, hard. Your arm goes around my neck, the other hand still holds my penis, squeezing gently but rhythmically. I can feel my heart thudding fast against my chest. It's as if this is the first time I've ever been with a naked woman. I push you down on your back and begin kissing down the line of your body. My Mouth finds your breasts. I take the nipples gently between my lips, suck them, areolae and all, between my lips and lick them with my tongue, first one breast and then the other. You hold my head and push it down on your breasts. I feel your breath coming in short gasps, your ribs rise and fall against my face, and I bury my face between your breasts. I breathe in your scent. I feel the slickness of your sweat between your breasts, on my face, and salt on my tongue. After a few more moments your hands urge my head lower. I kiss down to your navel, that cute little dimpled navel, and I lick it and put my tongue into it. You give a quick little buck of pleasure, and then I'm kissing lower, below the navel, tracking down to your panties. I bypass your panties, and kiss your thighs. I hold your thigh with my hand and plant my lips on it and suck hard enough to give you a little love bruise. It's dull red on your skin. I kiss and lick down your thighs to your feet, turning from one thigh to another, and when I get to your feet I kiss the tops of your insteps and down to your toes. I kiss the tips of your toes and you shiver with delight. I turn you over -- I just have to urge with my hands and you turn over -- and I kiss my way up. I kiss the soles of your feet, and then go on to the backs of your legs, your calves, and when I get to the backs of your knees I lick in circles. You bend your knees reflexively and squeal. I press your legs flat down with my hands and kiss up the backs of your thighs, plant a little kiss on each panty-clad buttock, and then lick my way in a line up the small of your back to your neck and shoulders. You turn your head, grab me by the neck, and bite my chin quickly and gently. You turn over on your back and push my head down again. I know where you are urging me, and as I find your panties I breathe in the warm musk of your smell. The fabric is soaked in a spot between your legs. I put my hands on the waistband of your panties, and then, as slowly as I can, I draw them down. You've reached a peak of arousal where you can no longer bear to keep them on -- you're desperate to get rid of them now. I draw them down as slowly as if I was peeling them away from your sweat soaked body, and I can see the soaked fabric strip away from your vaginal mucous membrane. The panties come free and I draw them over your legs and feet, running my fingers -- as you did -- over the soles of your feet, and I drop them over the side of the bed. You squirm and spread your legs as wide as you can, opening your vagina to my view. It looks like a half opened flower. I put my hands on your vaginal lips and draw them apart, so that you open up to my gaze like the petals of a flower, and your musky, special scent is in my nose. Even in the dim light I can see the moisture of your tissues, and when I give you a kiss right there I can feel the salt essence of your sexual secretions on my tongue and lips. You thrust your hips up towards me an I lick the line of your opened vulva with the tip of my tongue, in quick light licks all the way up and down the slit. You moan and I can feel your shiver as I blow gently over the warm moist tissues. I find the little nub of your clitoris, and as I lick it gently you move so violently I nearly lose contact with it. I adjust my weight across your legs to control your movement, and I kiss and lick you again, so that you begin to heave up against me, until, suddenly, you begin to thrust and buck so violently I do lose contact this time. I wait till you finally quieten down before I move up your body and let my hand fall between your still widely parted thighs. I touch your vagina with my fingers. You part easily to my finger, and I slip my right middle finger inside you. Your eyes are closed, but I kiss their lids, and meanwhile my finger makes little circling motions inside your vagina, touching the walls till you begin to heave again. You reach to me and try to pull me over you. We both know it's time. I'm over you now, I'm lying on top of you, my chest against your breasts, my hips between your legs. My penis is rigid and lubricating, your own secretions are slick on your upper thighs. You look up at me with a mix of trust and desire that is more erotic than any amount of foreplay. I raise my torso off yours with my arms, so my chest is no longer crushing yours, and my hips are bent forward to push our pelvises together. My penis falls between the lips of your vagina. I feel the wet slickness on either side as my penis moves up and down between your lips, the top of the glans rubbing against your clit. I reach down with one hand and guide the head of the penis into the mouth of your vagina. I push forwards, my penis slipping slowly past the orifice of your vaginal opening, and your hymen parts for it with not the slightest twinge of pain for you. The sensation of my penis nudging past the opening of your vagina fills your consciousness, you feel the moment of the loss of your virginity with a pleasure and a sense of fulfilment so great you reach up and pull me to yourself. I keep pushing, firmly, in, and I feel your vagina clasping my penis, its moist hot grasp all around, and you whisper "I'm a woman, I'm having sex, with you, and it feels so good I never want it to stop." You begin undulating against my body. I begin slow thrusts, my penis almost emerging each time before pushing in all the way, and you begin to sigh as you are aroused more and more. I begin to make my strokes shorter and harder, as your arousal mounts. I am myself not far from orgasm, but I try to hold back for you. You feel my penis inside you, the heat of it radiating inside your vagina, and the pressure of my pubis on your clitoris as I come against you. And as the pressure mounts and mounts within you and the orgasm hits, wave after wave crashing in you, you cry out and grind your pelvis against mine, and I explode in orgasm too, you feel my penis spurting inside you, and the sensation drives you over the top, and your orgasm builds up and breaks all over again. After that, sighing, we lie in one another's arms, my penis still inside you, gazing into one another's eyes and wondering who is who and whether we are still separate individuals after the experience we've shared. It is not fucking or even having sex. It is making love. In Dreams In dreams, sometimes, you just find yourself in situations. You don't know how you got there or how you know some of these people or what caused this scenario in the first place. It's as if your spirit wandered around for awhile and found your body (or one just like it) and you can kind of share that body's thoughts. Thus, I found myself sitting in a large room with what must have been 20' ceilings. Huge picture windows looked out over a sloping valley covered with snow. Mountains surrounded the place. It was dark outside except for the lights shining down the slope further away and not at all intrusive on the atmosphere inside. Inside, the lights were subdued, but it wasn't difficult to see. Large comfortable sofas formed a semi circle around the fantastic fireplace set in the middle of all those picture windows. Thick, soft rugs covered the floor in front of the sofas. There were four couples and one single lady in the room. One was sitting just about the center of the couch arrangement, one couple was standing a little way from the fireplace talking to the "single" lady; one couple was at the unattended bar nestled in the far corner of the room under a loft; and I was sitting to the right of the couple in the middle with Stella sitting on the luscious rug between my legs. Her left arm was resting on my thigh with her body turned toward the "middle couple" and that smile shining up at me. I wish I could describe that smile. That lower lip pouting out a bit, with one corner of her mouth slightly higher than the other which invited a thousand thoughts of lust. Her eyes were sparkling. Her short skirt was nestled around the tops of her thighs. Her blouse was an exquisite black affair with a low cut back and a neckline that plunged practically to the top of the skirt. Cleavage showed everywhere which made it difficult to look anyplace else. When she turned or moved, glimpses of her full breasts were able to be seen which caused not unsurprising results in my manhood. When she sipped on her drink, it was like she was doing foreplay, only causing more arousal from me. My spirit in this dream entered a happy time with laughs, talking, teasing and a generally charged sexual atmosphere. I leaned forward to respond to something Stella said. She looked up into my eyes. The conversation was temporarily forgotten as her mouth opened invitingly, her eyes closed somewhat, and we engaged in a most breathtaking kiss. As the kiss ended, I became aware that the couple from the bar had come over and sat next to us -- on my right. She was a tall blond, slightly built, with long hair and cream tainted coffee colored skin. He was tall, about 6'3" brown hair and quite large. No, not fat. Not fat at all, but large wide shoulders, narrow waist, and a ready rugged smile. We all instantly began chatting. Ingrid and Max. We must have met them, at least briefly, before my spirit entered this dream state because we were all very comfortable. Ingrid wore a tiny miniskirt that looked like it may have been painted on her. The blouse was somewhat opaque, small, and very fashionable. When she moved a certain way that caused her breasts to push against the fabric, you could see the color change from breast to nipple. Her areola looked like large candy kisses and the nipples stuck out like pencil erasers. Concentration was getting difficult as my eyes kept glancing from Stella's beautiful full breasts to Ingrid's nipples. However, my attention was mostly on Stella which wasn't in small part because her free hand kept brushing across the growing area in my crotch. Soft music was playing. I'm not entirely aware of when it started or if it may have been playing all along. All I know is the volume became audible and the couple to our left kicked off their shoes and started a slow grind that simulated a dance. My "spirit" suddenly remembered their names as Don and Maria. Don was about 5'10" with Tom Cruise good looks. Maria might have been 5'1" with a tiny body topped by huge tits. The "dress" she had on was split on both sides to the middle of her hips. It was strapless and I can't figure out how it stayed over those huge melons. You could put a cocktail glass in her cleavage and never fear it would be dislodged. When she raised her arms to go around Don's neck her dress rode up exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. When the two danced longer, the dress rode even higher. Maria seemed not to care a bit and continued to snuggle into her partner's arms. A very cute little ass it was too. Stella joined me on the couch facing toward Ingrid with her left foot on the floor and her right leg bent in front of her as she leaned back against me. Max must be getting quite a shot of heaven because that skirt was much too short to allow modesty in that position. That was okay by me as I had an even better look at Stella's dual assets and it was less difficult to glance at Ingrid's gum drops, although Maria's ass was a little distracting. But it was a very pleasant distraction. And then there were the three talking by the fireplace. Mickael and Misha were both Swedish born but long time residents of the U.S. Mike, as we called him, was sophisticatedly rugged; about 5'11" and looked to be strong as an ox. Misha was not the typical Swede. Although born there, she was Eurasian with all the positive features that one could inherit from such a union. Her father was a Swede and her mother was Thai. Misha had beautiful features and a great figure. She was small in every way, but perfectly proportioned. They were talking to Trish, born and raised in Ireland and what you might expect. She had very red hair, freckles, a great accent, and a luscious body; large breasts, small waist, flaring hips and legs that wouldn't quit. Trish was dressed in a dark green skirt that went to her knees, but was split up the front almost to her crotch. Her blouse matched the skirt but was unbuttoned nearly to her waist. Her pendulous breasts were un-tethered, undulating precariously and seductively. Misha wore a red dress that was simply unbelievable. It was diaphanous with flowing folds which did nothing to hide her perfect figure. After a few minutes, they came over to join us, followed by Don and Maria. In dreams, things happen without explanation, so the next recall was all of us on the plush rug sitting on and leaning against huge cushions and pillows placed in a circle. "Truth or Dare" was proposed as an activity and widely accepted. At first it was relatively tame with all taking "Truth" instead of a dare. Sexual preferences, first times, craziest time, wildest time, and so forth were asked and answered. Then, a little more risqué with wettest, biggest, largest load, multiple orgasms and more. Then Ingrid's turn with "who, besides your partner, would you most like to have sex with out of this group?" She looked around a second and said, "hmmm, Stella!" That seemed to get the ball rolling (so to speak). Max, then, took the first "DARE". Partners were responsible for coming up with the first 3 dares and they had to be approved by the group. Or at least the group had not to object. So, Ingrid told Max to fondle someone above the waist. All dares were limited to a minute with one of those sand timers from some game being used. Max picked Maria. It was hot with someone finally saying time was up. Stella was next -- DARE. I told to her to kiss someone like she meant it. And she did! ME! OMG it was quite titillating. The group objected AFTER the kiss, so she picked Mike. He didn't know what hit him. She was already primed and when time was up Mike was panting. My turn. Stella had been watching me watching others and said fondle someone's ass. The group said "not Stella's!" So, Maria got picked on again. I mean, it was readily assessable and I'd been eyeing it for awhile. She wiggled and giggled at first, but by the end of the minute the giggles were turning to gentle groans of pleasure. Trish was next, but didn't have a partner so quiet little Misha spoke up and told her bare her breasts and stick them in someone's face. Well, Trish did just that -- to STELLA! And Stella got into it. This all went on for awhile (to which I will gladly describe in some detail at a later writing). Misha, Maria, Ingrid, Trish and Stella had all been fondled, kissed and played with and the guys were quite satisfied with the proceedings as well. The quiet one, Misha, was beginning to show her wild side even more than some of the others. So, when Trish's turn came up again, Misha told her to remove her blouse, pick a man, take down his pants, and rub his cock between those big breasts. Trish looked mildly surprised, looked around, and picked Max. What a job she did! Max was my hero for enduring that pleasure without creaming although he must have come very close. After, the minute, Trish reached to put her blouse back on and Misha told her NO. Once you lose an article it stays off for the duration. This was a rule not discussed, but Trish just shrugged and no one objected, so the rule was set. Max began to pull up his pants, but Misha said "that goes for you too." After some discussion about he hadn't really taken his pants and boxers off, I offered that he should lose the pants but could keep the boxers for now at least. This was agreed to and the group voted me the official rule interpreter from then on (with, of course, consensus of the group). There were potty breaks and "nose powdering" along with breaks for drinks, but in short order all the clothes were gone. Someone suggested that the dares should be gender based so that all the men would do a dare at the same time (thought up by the ladies of course) followed by all the ladies doing a dare (thought up by the men). The first one was proposed by Trish for the men to "eat your partner." Of course, Trish didn't have a partner, but she indicated she would be happy to watch and would enjoy herself later. How absolutely lovely it was for me to bury my face in Stella's sopping, sweet pussy. Hearing her moans and then, her cries as she reached orgasm made it all the sweeter. Lapping her nectar from her thighs, pussy, and my own chin was heavenly. Our (the men) conferred and decided that Trish would get eaten, breasts, sucked and parts fondled by all the men at once. Not exactly a dare for the women, but everyone unanimously agreed. I think the timer got overlooked a little, but when someone finally called time Trish had been thoroughly ravished and ended up with one man on each breast, one sucking her snatch and some guy with a dick in her mouth. Trish pleaded mercy and said she'd sit the next round out. The ladies then picked the next dare which was doing the same thing to each of them as was done to Trish. The next 10 minutes (timer? What timer?) were quite nice with each man alternating positions to each of the ladies in turn. Stella went quite crazy as I observed from position above her head with my cock in her mouth. Oh how nice to see this fantastic lady enjoying the ministrations of four men. Next the men sat on the couch and the ladies lined up to suck on them. We were all fearful of cumming and ruining the rest of the evening. So, each lady had 30 seconds, then switched, 30 more seconds, switch and so on. So for 2 and ½ minutes the men were treated to 5 mini blowjobs. Who knew that 2 and ½ minutes could seem sooooo loooong and feel soooooo goooood. Poor Max, the biggest man with the biggest tool lasted just under two minutes when he erupted in Misha's mouth. She pulled him from her mouth and he squirted all over her face and breasts. Then she put him back in her mouth and very gently cleaned him off. Then took him out of her mouth again and licked him 'til he sparkled. Stella had the last 30 seconds with him. And, well, she brought him back to full staff before the time ran out. Don almost got the same treatment as he was nearly screaming while Misha, again, nearly made it two in a row. Somehow, he held out. I have no idea how I kept from blowing myself. I told the group the guys were done for awhile or we'd spoil the evening. So the next dare was for the ladies to form a daisy chain and eat each other. Protests were not in evidence while they pondered how they were going to accomplish this. Stella had been Ingrid all night and Trish obviously wanted Stella. Misha and Maria were game for anyone. Describing the scene still gets me going. Stella on her back with Trish kneeling between her legs and Ingrid kneeling over her face. Ingrid eating Maria who was on her back and who was eating Misha laying on her side who was eating Trish. There was no timer. There were pauses as one lady after the other came, but then resumed their ministrations until their partner came. Finally all were satisfied and all were laying down panting. I offered Stella a drink of water which she gulped thankfully. I held her hand and pulled her to her feet, walked her to the stairs heading to the loft and helped her up to our bed. We made gentle love at first and ended in a frenzy of lust. I woke up. In Dreams... Thanks to Muddy Nitrocircus for helping me edit my first story. In Dreams... I am wearing a corset, very confining, deep red with black lace over top, black thigh highs and red heels...no panties. I have a box in the chair that has 'toys' in it...though I did not peer into the box I knew what was in it. On the bed there is a man, bound...he is lying on his belly, his arms and legs spread and tied to the posts. I walk to the box and take out a riding crop. The tile floor echo's loudly beneath my heels as I approach the bed. I take the riding crop and gently, slowly trace it up his leg, butt and back. I see his face now, I do not know him...he turns his head to look at Me and I see he has My panties shoved into his mouth... I firmly tell him, "You do not get to look at me, that is a privilege you must earn,"...and I bring the riding crop down hard across his ass as I say it. He winces in pain and I hit him again to let him know I mean what I say. "Now apologize to Me." The apology comes out muffled. "I can't understand what you're saying," and I strike him again, only this time across his thighs. I pull the now saliva soaked panties from his mouth so that he may tell Me again. "Miss, i'm sorry," he apologizes very nicely. A smile spreads across My lips, "Yes, you are quite sorry...I don't even know if you are worth My time." I run My fingers through his hair and viciously yank it back...looking down at him, his face contorted in pain...I let go of him and put My riding crop next to the bed; I position Myself so that My back is against the headboard, My legs are straddled over each of his arms, this puts My beautiful juicy cunt at his face. "This is your chance to show Me how sorry you are, lick My cunt and you had better make Me cum." "Yes Miss" is his only reply before I feel his tongue on My smooth lips. I shifted Myself back a little more so that he has to strain his neck to reach My pussy. "If you do not make Me cum soon, I will be forced to punish you." Looking down at him, his face reddening with strain to reach My cunt. Knowing he will not be able to reach Me enough to bring Me to climax. I let him writhe a few moments longer before I get off the bed and shove the panties back into his mouth. He listens to Me cross the room. I am back at My box looking at My collection of sensual toys that can bring pleasure or pain. I find what I am looking for and slowly walk back to him and put a blindfold on him. I am enjoying his anticipation, he is breathing heavier now. I crawl onto the bed, in between his legs. My hands begin to caress his legs. Long strokes up the back of his thighs, and back down slipping My hands to the inside of his thighs. I cannot help but caress his exposed balls...he is clean shaven and they are smooth to the touch. I lean forward and lick them. I hear him inhale sharply, and I stop. I begin rubbing him again, this time slipping My hand under him to feel his cock. The little fucker, he is rock hard. I grab his dick, its thick and very hard, I can feel it throbbing in my hand. I stroke his cock a few times...letting his body relax and enjoy this slight pleasure before removing My hand. Rubbing his thighs and moving up to his ass, kneading and spreading it...running My fingers across the welts. I am incredibly horny right now...looking at this man, bound and helpless, marked by Me. "It is time to please Me again you fucking wimp." I get off the bed and unbind him and take the panties out of his mouth. "Here, you are to wear these now, put them on quickly." Blindfolded he puts them on backwards and they are tight on him, "You look fucking ridiculous in My panties" I taunt him, adding to his humiliation. "Now for your punishment, get on all fours bitch." I harshly command. I watch him do as I say quickly...so ready to please Me. I slide back onto the bed. I am in front of him, his blindfolded face has no idea what is coming. "Suck Me," and I thrust My strap on cock into his mouth. "For your punishment I have decided not to use lube on your ass when I fuck you, however, I will use the saliva from your mouth, so you better suck Me good." The shock on his face is priceless. Absolutely beautiful...I don't take it easy on his mouth. I fuck his face and shove My cock down into his throat. Gagging on My cock, he tries to pull his head away...I grab the riding crop and smack him hard on the top of his ass. "Pull away from Me again and I will not enter your ass slowly, that is your only warning pet." I feel his throat relax and take all of Me in...what a good bitch he is turning out to be. Watching his mouth suck My cock, his saliva running from the sides of his mouth...I want him, oh god he's so fucking hot right now. I pull out of his mouth and slap his face with My wet cock. I smile as I move behind him. Moving My panties to the side, I spread his ass to get a better look at My property. I see his tight ass pucker, his breathing harder...My cock lining up with his asshole and I push My way in...slowly, only because he was good. I see his body tense as I enter him...he's holding his breath...I love his anticipation. The head of My cock is in...his body tries to relax to accommodate My dick, as soon as he stops, I thrust all the way in as hard as I can, he screams from the discomfort and I wait, holding Myself all the way in...stroking his hair and back gently...he is perspiring, the sweat is rolling from his back. As he catches his breath I reach My hand around to feel his cock...it is impressive, swollen from his pleasure. "Nasty little shit...you love this, tell Me how much you are enjoying yourself." In short breaths he replies, "Thank You Miss, i am having a great time, i love the way You fuck me." "I haven't even begun to fuck you," I inform him. And with that I unmercifully begin to pound his virgin ass...it isn't long before he is pushing his body into My cock...taking it deep and hard; moaning his pleasure. I remind him, "you must have permission to cum fucker." "Please Miss, may i cum?" "No" "Please Miss...PLEASE" he begs. The urgency in his voice brings a smile across My lips..."start stroking yourself as I fuck you." I see him wrap his right hand around his cock and he begins to jack himself off. "Don't cum until I tell you." Thrusting Myself deep inside him, My juices already running down My thighs... "do you want to cum?" I ask him. "Yes, please Miss...may i cum?" I make him wait, his body heaving with desire, the sweat rolls off his back, down his ass. I force My cock as hard as I can, ramming his tight hole; his whimpers only accelerate My climax as I feel My juices flow from My cunt. "Cum, Now!" And with that, he screams his release... his seed spurting all over the black satin bed sheets. "Look at the mess you have made...you nasty little wimp...I expect you to lick it all up, every drop. And then you will clean Me." "Yes Miss," is all he says as he begins to lap it up. In Dreams As I slept, I thought felt you near me. My cunt wet..wanting you. I was dizzy thinking about it. I would wake in the middle of the night imagining you standing near me..stroking your cock..watching me as I sleep. Your eyes wandering down as my thighs parted, showing you my glistening slit. You breathe my musk in deep, flaring your nostrils as your hand fists your thick prick, making it drool streams of precum. You cup your heavy spunk filled balls, rolling them in your other hand, massaging them, moving your cock and balls in one unit. Your breath ragged as I move my hands down in my sleep, rubbing my clit into a hard nub, making it stand past full plush cunt lips. Moving closer, almost unable to control yourself, your fingers slip into me, probing slow. Bringing dripping fingers to your nose and mouth, tasting me, smelling my want. I moan softly, still in my sleep. Back go your fingers, pushing deeply now. You watch as I roll to my back, spreading open to you. Plunging in deeper, making my breasts shake with each thrust. I cry out, in shock and surprise. You cover my mouth with yours, taking my cries deep, drinking my screams. A knee splaying me wider. You hold my arms over my head and ram your thick cock into me. My body rolls to your thrusts, knowing you now, wanting to be fucked, to be rutted hard by you. Your hands tight on my wrists, not letting me go as you pound into me. The wetness of my pussy shocks you. You tell me what a slut I am for you..that I was so ready to be fucked by you. I moan yes to you as you tell me to turn on my stomach, that a hot bitch in heat needs to be taken like an animal. I comply, rolling, shoving my ass in the air. Your hands pull my arms back and you lash them together with your tie. Knocking my legs open wider..teetering on the edge. I feel you looking at me..exposed..wet..deep red and pink. My clit a jutting little cock, dark thatch of hair swirled around it. Burying your face deeply and kissing my cunt, tonguing me. Fingers teasing my tight asshole. I cry out as you slap my clit with your tongue in beat with your slaps on my white cheeks..gasping...moaning..yes yes...make me cum..make me flood your mouth. Faster faster your lips tug and suck, fingers plunging my ass and cunt. Then I feel your fingers filling me..3 fingers now 4..ohhh god! Stuffing your shirt in my mouth to keep me from screaming. I hear you spitting on your hand, telling me how you will fist me. Shaking, feeling your thumb fold in with the rest of your fingers. My cunt..yawning..stretching. I scream in silence..wanting it all..to be your slut...your whore. Your fisting hand works into a tight cunt..finding the spot deepest in me and I arch.. gushing sweet waters over your wrist.. Mewling as you wet your cock with your fingers, pushing now into my ass, taking me over. My body shudders as you split me, your're breathing deeper..groaning...hips slamming your hands slapping..telling me you're going to fill me. I hear the shouts of your cumming and feel the heat from the bolts of cum jetting from you. Sweat dripping on my back. You untie me, removing the gag, easing from me. Warm fingers tracing my cheek. Falling into a deep sleep. I wake to find myself alone. Wet between my thighs. Did I dream you? In Dreams I was in that twilight, somewhere between sleep and dreams were you don’t really feel real yet, that’s when he always comes. He’s like a light breeze, the kind you feel when you leave your windows open in the night during summer because it’s so hot. I had been dreaming, the same dream I’ve been having since he died. We were together somewhere in the countryside amidst the rolling green hills of myth and legend and I could smell the earth on him when he held me close, and I could feel every dark and hard inch of his body that fit so well against mine. The moon was full in the late summer night sky and the dew on the ground reflected it’s misty light. I look around and we are in an ancient garden, in a forever land that seems far away and so familiar and I know I’ve been here so many times before with him, my eternal flame. We walk for a while hand in hand, he starts to ask me all the mundane things, like how is work going for me and are the kids doing okay without him. I give him vague responses, I don’t want him to know that life is hell without him, I don’t want him to know that the boys still cry every day because they miss there father so much. These things would only mar the few precious moments we have together tonight, it seems these night time visits are the only thing that god will allow. ‘Soon I won’t even get to do this you know’ he tells me this night. ‘Soon I’ll have to let you get on with your life, you need to move on and I know your lying to me, I know you and the boys aren’t okay and I blame myself for not being able to stay away.’ Throwing my arms around him I can feel him tremble ‘no, please don’t say that, this is the only thing that keeps me going. You were always the only one, I could never love anyone else like this, every mourning I wake up is like a nightmare, and this is like reality for me, this all the living I do, here with you in our garden under the moon.’ I felt him pull away from me, he lay down on the grass and opened his arms to me and I eagerly went down next to him on the bed of cool damp grass. He let his hands go absently into my hair while my hand went to palm his chest and my head found the warm and comfortable nook in between his head and his shoulder. His other arm came to rest on the curve of my waist and stole upwards to stroke the side of my bare breast, my breath caught, as it always did, at the very real sensation of his nocturnal dreamy touch and I could feel goose bumps breakout all over my body. I turned my head up to his and stared into his velvety brown eyes, silently inviting him, it was all the invitation he needed. I felt his hot breath on my lips, and it seemed like hours before his mouth finally came down to mine. His kisses are always exquisite, and this one was no exception, he gently coaxed my lips apart and his tongue came in to stroke my own. I brought my hands up to play in his damp curly black hair, and his hand went back to my breast to tease and taunt my nipple, squeezing it gently between thumb and four finger. I felt a soft moan escape his lips when my hand came away from his hair and stole down to grasp his sex. I started pumping him up and down to the rhythm of our tongues, his hand went to my hips and moved my body to put me underneath him. He was up on his knees looking down on my nakedness, his eyes felt like fingertips lightly touching every thing they fell upon, I could feel the wetness of my own sex collecting between my legs. The moon was so bright I could make out my alabaster form and figure in the reflection of those amazing eyes. He reached down and spread my auburn hair out like a fan behind my head, bending down to smell it he whispered in my ear, sending shivers through me ‘the angels in my heaven are no rival to the beauty that I hold before me, you are truly for me the one and only, I will find a way back to you my love.’ His kisses were like a trail of fire that lead from my ear down my neck, and stopping to take into his mouth each nipple in turn, swirling his tongue around them with expert knowledge of every move I love. His hand stole between my legs, I eagerly spread them for his fingers to explore my most hidden of secrets. He easily found all the right buttons and I could feel him sinking his fingers into me like I was potters clay waiting to be molded. I was breathing so heavily I felt I might faint, and nearly did when his mouth closed onto my nether mound. He was sucking the nectar right out of me like a man who had starved for days with no food or drink; his kiss was ecstasy to me. Watching him down there, where only this man had ever been, I could have wept for thought that there would ever have to be another, as he continued his loving ministrations I felt myself tense up as the snake started to unravel in my womb, I could feel the fuse light, the fuse that would lead to a million tiny little explosions all over my body. I arched my back and started to moan out his name over and over again, my legs locked around the sides of his head, and his mouth buried deep inside of my cleft licking and sucking with a ferocious energy to please. ‘Oh god, I love you, I love you!’ I said it again again breathlessly, panting it like a chant, while my vision went white with my orgasm, and I spasmed against his mouth. ‘You taste like manna’ he said licking his lips, he bent down to kiss me to give me a sample. He moved in between my legs, his weight was perfection on top of me, his sex slipping into mine like a hand into a wet silk glove. We moved in perfect time with each other, our hips like the ebb and flow of the ocean tide ‘oh this is heaven, that I would never wake up and have you forever like this’ then I heard something screaming into our perfect dreamy union. It sounded like a bomb siren, and as it got louder everything in my vision began to vibrate. My senses began to dim, his touch went from firm and hot to feather light and cool as that summer breeze that comes through your window at night. I looked up into sky, and where the moon had been, there was a now rift in the night sky. I could see it widen like a tear in a cotton sheet, letting in a blinding light that no matter how hard I tried I could not look away from. I could feel my husband slipping away from me even though I could no longer see he him. I started to feel like I was falling through the sky, only there would be no ground beneath to fall on. When I fell it was onto my big empty bed; my fall was back to the cold gray Friday mourning of July 11th. A reality that hadn’t seen the blessed union of my lovely husband and myself in over eighteen gray and lonely months. The siren was my beeping alarm clock letting me know it was time to go and sell advertising space on network television to a bunch of soulless executives. I indulged that mourning; I lay in bed and cried for fifteen minutes instead the usual allotted five before I got up to start my day. Another empty gesture for the masquerade of the living. In Dreams The low throb of bass coming from the stereo seemed to match his heartbeat as he cautiously entered the small room. The music was something he'd never heard before, yet at the same time seemed familiar in a creepy sort of way. He knew he shouldn't be here but something drew him inexplicably to the small room, in a place he wasn't supposed to be. ***** She had had a long day, the longest. Work had gotten the best of her, and she'd had to stay late dealing with matters that weren't even part of her job description, but no one else seemed to feel like getting them taken care of. Irrevocably responsible, and utterly bored, it was the story of her life. She rolled her eyes as she slipped into her favorite satin nightshirt, sighing in pleasure as it slipped down over her body and settled just right around her lush curves. One of those silly expenditures she shouldn't have made, but if you couldn't allow yourself a few simple pleasures, what was the point of ... anything? Smoothing the last of the expensive lotion over her legs, she threw the bottle away and slipped into bed. ***** At first, he thought the bed was empty but a nearly burnt out candle danced in the light breeze coming from the open window, flickering low shadows over a sprawled shape amidst the abundance of blankets and pillows heaped haphazardly about the bed. The sheen of her satin nightie barely covering her breasts catching his lingering gaze distracting him, causing him to let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding with a whoosh, the noise causing her to stir. He quickly ducked back into the shadows, shaking his head at his own foolishness... Why was he even here?! The alluring figure merely turned onto her stomach, drawing her gorgeous well-muscled ass into view, the satin of her blue-black gown just barely covering her, giving a hint of the perfection lying beneath. ***** Sighing in pleasure, the comfort of her cloud-like bed engulfing her, she smiled as she luxuriated in its depths. The night was warm, so she threw most of the covers aside and rolled to her side and let her mind drift. To her dismay, her mind kept turning to thoughts of pleasure, fingers drifting down to slide along her slit to test the juices inside her pussy. She pulled her hand away and slid her fingers into her mouth, moaning softly, longingly, at the sweet, erotic taste of her own juices. She tucked her hands safely beneath her pillow, chastising herself with the promise she had made to her boyfriend 3 months ago, that she would not pleasure herself until she had an actual orgasm during sex with him. She thought that his request was a bit selfish; shouldn't he be able to make her cum if she could make herself? But he assured her the fault was with her mind, not with him. So she was trying desperately to learn how to have orgasms with a man, and only ending up utterly frustrated. She was afraid she was truly addicted to masturbation... to orgasms..., as her boyfriend was always telling her, and she was never going to get over this incredible driving desire to masturbate all the time... unless she used better will-power. Sighing grumpily, she flipped out the light, and glanced toward the scented candle across the room, noting that it was almost out of wax and would blow itself out shortly. Too lazy to get up and do it herself, she shut her mind off and forced herself to go to sleep. ***** His eyes drawn to her sinfully erotic form, his feet seemed to move of their own volition until he realized suddenly that he was within touching distance of this vision of satin and curves. Her pale skin illuminated in the dim candle light, a low, throaty moan emanating from her throat as she shifted her position yet again. Asleep but restless. His own heart pounding faster now, as if timing to the beat of the music she left on all night, her heady scent drifting up to tease him, engulf him, bewitch him. He glanced uncertainly at the half open door, but knew for a certainty that no one would be coming. A solitary life this girl led, almost as solitary as his own. As if of their own volition, his feet slipped from his shoes, and he drug his shirt over his head, revealing incredible well-built shoulders ands chest, his abdomen hard as a rock... more from necessity than desire to be built, he thought as he slid his hands across the hard ridges and planes of his abdomen, silently pulling the whisper light pants from his legs, he placed a knee on the edge of the bed, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. This was just simply not his style, but damn if he could resist the woman of satin and candlelight, whose scent had entranced him. His will of iron melted into molten heat, flames pushing him towards her silk-clad body. Her breathing stayed even, apparently hard asleep, as he gently slid his entire body onto the bed, and lay on his side, just gazing at her beauty and perfection, fighting to control the shiver of anticipation racing through him. ***** Something shifted in her head as a manly scent drifted to her senses, sending her dreams into a more erotic turn of thoughts... not unusual for this highly passionate young woman. She shifted into a more comfortable position, causing the man beside her to hold his breath in fear that she was about to wake up, but she was deep into her dreams and there was simply no chance of that. Her hand slid down to her breasts, teasing the nipples through her satin gown, the hard nubs standing proudly, straining against the cloth. He watched in fascination, realizing that this sensual creature was beginning to pleasure herself in her sleep. His cock hardened with flash-fire swiftness, throbbing eagerly as his eyes wandered to the hemline of her gown, aching to feel what was beneath. She soon saved him the wonder as her hand slipped down beneath her nightie, flipping it up to expose her beautifully toned stomach, as she slid her fingers into her own moist depths, sliding them along the cleft, across her clit and then back up to cup her breast, with a frustrated moan. He blinked in amazement at his luck, and her innate sensuality, and slowly slid his hand across her flat stomach to slide a finger into the place hers just left. He gasped inwardly to find it already slick with her juices, as he silently brought it to his mouth to taste, barely suppressing a moan as her feminine scent and taste grabbed hold of him causing his cock to jump and throb demandingly. He shut his eyes tightly and reined in his burning passion, reminding himself of why he was here, and wasn't supposed to be... Her body jerked briefly at his sensual touch, her dreams swirling with desire and her deepest fantasies, back arching deeply, her pelvis begging for his touch to continue, a low, pleading moan escaping her lips, begging him with her instincts to come back and pleasure her. Groaning low in his throat, he obliged, caressing, teasing, seducing her clit; drawing out every ounce of moisture and slickness her body could provide until it was pooled in the juncture of her thighs. The slippery wetness clinging to his every move, her body responding like a dream, like no one he had ever experienced. His eyes glued to her gorgeous pussy, he continued to caress it, aching to lean down and taste, but fearing that doing so- would surely wake her up. Her dreams bring her a mysterious lover, someone who would seduce her and bring her pleasure she had never known, and then disappear into the night, only memories to be left in his wake. The sheer brilliance and the challenge of the unknown... the thought of no one ever knowing... were bringing her mind to such heights that her body could not comprehend them, sending her even further from reality; not asleep, but not awake. The hypnotic state doing nothing but enhance the already incredible sensations rioting through her body. She was trembling constantly and uncontrollably, being brought time and time again to her peak by his talented fingers sliding skillfully in and out, over and around, pulling and rubbing... and then falling away before she could reach it. Her dream lover was a man of marvel, of extreme knowledge, his masculine scent lingering in her nostrils... a headier perfume she had never known. The pleasure engulfing her to a magnitude she was sure would surely cause her to lose her mind if he did not penetrate her pussy with his perfect cock. Her legs spread apart in an open invitation for him to enter her as he skillfully keeps her from yet another climax, she moans in frustration... evoking an arrogant smile on his lips. He is pleased with his own instincts, having been completely able to control her orgasms... fear of her waking up if she were allowed to peak keeping him especially attentive. Enjoyment from her pleasure and wild unbridled passion keeping him intrigued beyond reason. His raging hard-on a constant reminder of his own needs, but her beauty and complete trust in the innocence of dreams, keeping him from making that plunge.... Her body's demands, beckoning, beseeching, begging him to end this highly erotic torment was his undoing. Swearing to himself, he releases his cock from his briefs and with will of iron slides his cock up and down her begging pussy, reveling in the heat and amazing wetness as it clings to his cock, glistening in the candlelight. Her head tossed uncontrollably back and forth on her pillow, her body arching, jumping and demanding. One hand clenched tightly into the sheets, the other, sliding up to tease her nipples into hard peaks, pinching them hard until they are throbbing with pain and pleasure. Goosebumps risen all over her flesh, the beautiful flush of lovemaking spreading over her pale body. Her dream lover is truly a man of talent, her breath coming in gasps as she silently begs for his touch. Begs for the feel of his hardness, willing it to penetrate to her very core. Aching... craving... feeling as if her life depended on his filling her completely with his cock. Her dreams surround the haze of arousal, her silence attesting to the fact that she is lost in this trance of pleasure. If only this man would give her this pleasure she is so close to feeling, to reaching... pleasure she has never felt with a real-life man... she could die then and never care. She felt him penetrate her ever so slightly, her hips bucking hard into him, desperately trying to get this dream man inside of her, but his skillful maneuvering leave her panting and empty; breathless in passion and so close to that elusive peak. Her mind wanders desperately... perhaps he is not a man come to give her incredible pleasure and leave. Perhaps she is a willing subject of a sexual testing society... used for research to be teased and tormented and tested to see how much pleasure the human body can handle before it spontaneously combusts. Orgasm testing; and good God, willing or not, how she wanted that orgasm. "Let me cum!" She screamed in her mind, not a sound escaping her lips, her lover continuing his never-ending taunting and pleasuring, just stopping before that wretched and ever-elusive peak of ecstasy. Reining in his rapidly dwindling control even further, he lightly teases her nub with a wet finger as he slowly lets himself slide all the way in, watching her flushed face as she holds her breath at the ecstasy from the feel of his hard length filling her to the core. He pauses deep inside her, holding himself there, regaining his own control and waiting to make sure she doesn't reach her peak just yet, before slowly moving inside of her, his finger lightly tapping her clit every other stroke, being sure not to let his body touch her writhing one. Unable to help himself, he wondered desperately what she was dreaming about as she moaned and fought to make him move faster inside of her. She was nearly hysterical with the need to cum. Damn these testing assholes, they should be in jail for this kind of torture! Out of sheer frustration, her mind slips to another time and place: she is being ridden by a wild Indian outlaw, who raced across the fields of her home to snatch her up and carry her away, forcing her to allow him to fuck her, while at the same time, bringing her the most incredible pleasure of her life. His throbbing, rock-hard cock strongly pound into her exquisitely tightening and clenching pussy. Reaching down between them she starts to finger her clit to bring her to that ever impending orgasm, he roughly shoves it away and stops his movement all together. She moans pleadingly, whimpering in pain and pleasure, her frantic need to cum sending her hands flailing for something, anything to grab and bend to her will. Her nails rake him across the chest and then dig hard into his back as she tries to draw him into her, her legs nearly kicking him with the effort to get him to move. Realizing it is time... anymore erotic torture, and she'll wake up from the pain of this exquisite frustration.... he moves inside her, strong and smooth. Her wetness slicks her passage and sucks him in deeper and deeper with every thrust until he feels her begin to tremble. Her magnificent pussy clenches his cock hard, her glorious body shaking violently as her scream of pleasure tears through the night air. He stiffens, fighting for his own control as he rams into her deeply, giving her everything he has and carrying her over through the most intense orgasm possible. Her pussy clenches and spasms with pleasure, squirting a creamy fluid over his raging cock, bouncing off his belly and dripping back down onto hers, the extreme wetness making him lose the last of his control as he pulls out and cums into his own shorts. Tears stream down her face at the intensity of the sensations ripping through her, again and again. She surely had 16 orgasms in that one stretch of time, they seemed to go on forever. She let her mind wander to the completion of her dreams... The sexual testing guys must have gotten years worth of work done in that one orgasm, she hoped they'd pay her well after this. Her Indian lover never came in her, she assumed he did not want to soil his seed with a white woman... she felt him leave her side and leave the room, but was completely unable to move. Her dream lover sure did know how to make a woman cum! She hoped someday he would stop in and pleasure her again, but in the meantime... she would just try to catch her breath and try to figure out If she was truly still alive or if that much pleasure meant she was actually dead and floating up to heaven. ***** He slipped out of the door, letting it click shut behind him. Leaning his head against the wall, he wondered what the hell that was and why he was so drawn to her. What made him do such a thing when he knew it was completely wrong? He resolved to find a way to meet her under honest circumstances and make her his wife, for she may not know him... but she KNEW him... and he her. In Dreams It was a dream. I know that now. Only a dream that felt so real. I awoke to kisses on my thigh. Soft kisses moving from my thigh to my hip and then back to my inner thigh. I could feel my legs being nudged apart. I kept my eyes closed and a small moan escaped my lips as I felt his tongue trail from my inner thigh, around the lips of my pussy to it's final target of my clit. My hands went to his head and he pressed on, licking and sucking my clit. His tongue darted in and out of my wet pussy over and over taking me higher and making my moans louder and louder. I was reaching climax and he could tell as he pressed on with his tongue, my hips moving slightly, his hands cupping my ass to bring me closer to him. With an electric shock, I came. I was moaning so loudly and telling him over and over, "I'm cumming." His tongue went inside my wet pussy to lick out the remains of my hot cum. I had barely laid my head back when I felt his lips on the small of my stomach. I looked down and he smiled up at me. "Happy?" he asked. I smiled. "I love you Baby. Yes," I sighed as I lay my head back down. "Very happy." Instead of laying down beside me to hold me as was his way, his lips continued to travel all over my body. After covering from head to toe, he rolled me over to caress and kiss my back. Laying over me, and kissing that spot that drives me crazy on my back, I felt him harden more against my ass. With the shock that always takes me when he kisses my neck, my ass bucked slightly back into his hard cock. "Oh yes," he moaned. "I love the feel of your ass pressing against my cock". I moaned at his words. Talking has always done something to me and he was taking me away with his words now. I continued to buck and allow him to rub his dick all over my ass before carefully sliding it into my pussy. The sensation of it was a shock. It had been some time since we had made love and although it was always amazing, I felt my body tighten even more as he slid slowly in and out. My pussy muscles tightening around him, his cock sliding so slowly in and out. I allowed myself to rise just a bit so that I was on my knees, kneeling over. The added arch to my ass allowed for him to plunge in that much deeper. I love the feeling of his so-hard cock. In my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy, or just rubbing it all over my body. There isn't much I haven't done and exploring it with him all over again is so erotic. It takes my breath away. Like a cat stretching, I pushed my ass back into him and he firmly grasped my hips to pull me tighter. My hands reached for the edge of the bed to hold and he began moving more rapidly. Harder and harder he pumped his cock into my pussy. Faster as we both moaned, now much louder than before. "God your cock is so hard." I moaned. "So hard and so deep inside me". I was losing my mind with the fury of our lovemaking. Never has he attacked me so. I began to slam my ass back into him harder and faster moving at the pace he had set. Harder and faster. He pulled me to him with the force of an animal. We were both acting like animals now. Taking from each other and giving so freely to one another. Without warning he stopped and grabbed my legs to turn me over. Flexing my leg muscles, he positioned himself over me, my legs around his neck. There was nothing soft in the way he entered me. With as much fury as from behind, he pumped his cock inside rapidly. All I could do was moan. He then allowed my legs to fall and wrap around his waist, his arms holding me tightly to him as we came simultaneously. Crying out in orgasm and clutching each other closely. He kissed my ear and whispered "I love you". My arms flew around his neck to respond that I love him so much too. It was over, although he was still buried deep inside me. His lips met mine many times before I felt his head rest on my shoulder. We held on through the night.