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Sleeping Beauty

By: Bob Alpha



We had been drinking for a few hours at our annual summer fling and the guest were beginning to leave. Another year at our house with close friends spending time together talking about life, our careers and families. This year was a rather special occasion because on that night we had another reason to celebrate, my wife Caprice had turned 21 years of age.

Needless to say, she had her share of drinks. She was not a very wild person, but on this night, she decided to pull out all the stops. Having exhausted herself from a night of partying, Caprice excused herself from the guests in the living room and stumbled to the bedroom for some much needed rest.

The party quickly reduced itself to myself and four of my old high-school buddies. We sat around talking about past girlfriends and comparing notes. Who had the best breasts in high-school? Who had the tightest ass? Who had the nicest legs? To my amazement, my wife placed #1 in several of the categories.

Standing about 5' 8", softly curled waist length blonde hair, her light blue eyes the color of a tropical sea. Her deep tan was kept year round, apparent when she would dress for the beach and expose her ass in a thong bikini. Her tan lines were perfect. Her breasts were perky, with pink, puffy nipples that would leave nickel-sized protrusions sticking out of her bathing suit. Her nipples were always hard. And she liked to show her tits off by wearing tight blouses with no bra. Thin, white t-shirts were her preference, as you could see not only the puffiness sticking out, but often could pick out the outline of her darkened nipples. She loved to tease men. I wasn't complaining.

Hormones oozed from our man-group as our conversation delved deeper into the erotic. We began talking about my wife. None of them had ever been with her, so they were interested in hearing every detail about our lovemaking. Ever more excited, I decided to check in on my wife. Stepping through the bedroom door I could see laying on the bed a vision of perfection. Bathed in candlelight, Caprice lay face up on the bed wearing nothing but the silk negligee that I had bought her for her birthday. Looking at her I could see the translucent white fabric caressing her breasts in a gentle flow of intoxication. Beneath the gown her beautiful puffy nipples stood erect, the visible outline of her breasts stood white amidst the tan of her abdomen. Her arms were stretched above her, the hem of the fabric nightie bisecting her lower abdomen to expose her freshly shaven pussy. My God, this was incredible! The thought of me standing there, with my naked wife and my buddies in the other room, was exciting. My cock already partly swollen began to get hard. I walked over to Caprice and lightly kissed her on the lips. She was sleeping soundly. Close to her I could smell the aroma of flowers. Beckoned by this sweet scent I slowly moved my head about her body, starting at her head and working down her body. I placed my hand into my pants and touched the tip of my cock. Pre-cum was oozing from my cock. With a circular motion, I rubbed the salty fluid around the head of my penis. Man, I was getting turned on. Moving down, I paused as I reached her midsection. My senses alive as my nose was now only inches from her fleshy cunt, I could see a slight glistening escaping from her velvety love hole in the flickering candle light. Her pussy looked juvenile, soft smooth lips held tight against the opening of her cunt. She was very cautious not to overwork her body through sex lest she become loose and non-attractive in this area. A vision to behold, the moment froze in time and permanently etched itself in my mind. Her pussy was so perfect.

She was emitting a sweet womanly smell in this region. Thoughts dashed through my head as I took in the splendor before me. I wondered if she was awake long enough to hear our stories of delight from the other room. I opened my mouth and slowly, delicately, touched the tip of my tongue to her smooth pussy lips. No movement. Slowly I traveled the full length of her two inch-long opening with my tongue. Caprice was passed out. At this moment my thoughts shifted to my friends in the other room. I had an erotic desire for them to see, in the flesh, what they had lusted for. I wanted them to feel her soft flesh. To taste her salty juices. To satisfy every urge with her. To fuck her.

I returned to the front room and without a word invited my male counterparts to the bedroom. One at a time, all four men entered the room. Standing in awe at this sight, and without word, I began to undress. Gazing at each of my friends, there was an unspoken message, a sort of communication that took place and they too, shed their clothes. Raising my hand to my mouth I moistened my palm and began to masturbate. Flickering light danced about the room as each man engaged in sultry self-gratification while they absorbed the sheer beauty before them. One by one, I allowed them to touch her. She lay motionless. I watched as each man took turns between my wife's legs tasting her juices and exploring the depths of her womanness. She was so tight, a single digit was all she would permit within her love hole. Still no response from Caprice.

I knew what was to happen next. Could I avoid it? Did I want to? Emotions were mixed as I initiated the next move in this game of love, which would ultimately lead to one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life. I grabbed my best friend, my best man, and moved him to the foot of the bed. Kneeling naked over my wife, and looking at me for approval, he placed his meaty cock on the wet folds of Caprices' pussy. I nodded indicating my approval of his upcoming action. Holding my wife's legs apart with her knees placed near her head and his eyes affixed on me, Brian slowly pressed the head of his cock into my wife. A brief pause as he gazed around the room to find every man staring in disbelief at what was happening. My wife was being fucked by my best friend. Slowly he began to slide his meat rod out. Then in again. Then out. The fucking built with mounting fervor. No response from Caprice. The men were in utter delight as the sight before them and surround this love feast with focused anticipation. Everyone was stroking their cocks as pre-cum began to drip from their rock hard cocks and drip on my wife. Faster. Deeper. The fucking became forceful. Caprices' body heaved under the pressure of the cock inside her, and her large, round breasts undulated as the shock waves traveled through her body from Brian's manly pounding. Brian's pace quickened as he rammed into the tight love hole. Faster and faster, his cock completely leaving the sanctity of her hot hole with each thrust only to disappear again into her deep gorge. I never fuck her like this, I thought. The audience stroked faster. Several hands fondled my wifes' breasts and pinched her nipples. Faster the fucking became. I could see the muscles in Brian's back begin to tense and his breathing became pronounced. He was about to come in my wife! Looking at me again, with one final thrust Brian bottoms his cock as deep as it will go into my wife's cunt. His body tense, I could tell that he was releasing his juices into her. His breathing became labored. Sweat dripped from his body and drenched Caprice, her negligee translucent from the sweat. Brian's body relaxed. After a moment of silence, he continued his love dance with my wife, but now the movements were slower and more rhythmic. The sound of squishy fluid filled the room as the salty payload leaks past his engorged cock and runs down between Caprice's ass cheeks. Unable to control myself, I move in to deposit my message. My cock heaves mightily and washes her body in semen. I release my load all over her, being sure to distribute it over her face and breasts. Her negligee, not able to absorb my sticky fluids lies stuck to her body, leaving her breasts in full view. Come drips into her beautiful mouth and runs down her cheek.

Her body still motionless, the circle of friends shifts to the left. We are gang fucking my wife! A new man is in position. My god Mark's cock is huge. It must be 12" long and as big around as a beer can. I wondered if this thing will hurt her, and at the same time am wildly excited at the thought of my wife's cunt stretched to capacity, yielding to this wonderment of manliness. Was she aware of what was happening? Should I be allowing this? Past the point of no return, I watched as Mark navigated his massive black member into position. Utilizing the semen that was left over from the prior assault, he lubricates his tremendous shaft. Then he turns Caprice over. No I thought. He wasn't about to...he couldn't. Caprice was face down now. No movement. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, her tan lobes of flesh held captive in his hands, a white line from her thong bikini creating an arrow pointing down to the round opening below, Mark inserts his index finger into her beckoning asshole. Slowly, he stretches her anal muscle by pulling his finger from side to side. In and out of her butt his finger glides preparing the area for what is about to come. A moment later and satisfied, he drops some saliva from his mouth into her anal orifice. Mark positions his cock at the opening of her ass. Pressing forward, ever so slowly, with a noticeable "pop" the crown of his massive black cock disappears into the fleshy abyss. Cum showers down from above as Adam releases his load all over Caprice. He had been mouth fucking Caprice. Her back, now covered in cum, glistens in the candlelight. Harder and harder my wife's ass is reamed. Twelve inches of cock being buried into her tight butt hole. My unit quickly becomes hard again at the sight of my best friends fucking my lovely wife. I continue to stroke. The smell of flowers in the room that was so prominent before gives way to the sweet, salty aroma of cum as love juices intermittently stream from the party of men. Mark with his massive cock lies atop Caprice and rolls her over. Still no sign of movement from the human love doll. Now beneath her, his big, black cock fully seated in her ass, Caprice's legs spread apart to reveal a slightly reddened pussy, the final act of love begins. What happened next was disturbing. Bob, the last man to get his chance with Caprice moves into place. Pinching her pussy lips between thumb and forefinger he spreads her vulva apart. You can see the visible bulge from Mark's massive cock just on the other side of the thin membrane separating her ass from her cunt. The final conquest begins as Bob presses into my wife, feeling the movement from the other cock sharing his joy. Caprices body, wet in semen undulates in the human love sandwich. I kneel beside the trio with cock in hand, watching for signs of movement from my wife. Still passed out. Both men continue pounding her flesh incessantly. Faster, harder they go in unbridled passion. Bob quickly stands on the bed, removes his cock, grabs Caprice by the hips and forces her down deep on Mark's cock below. The semen dripping from her now gaping pussy hole indicates that Bob had contributed nicely to the mixture of bodily fluids within her. My cock, harder than ever before, is next to perform. It glides effortlessly into her cunt. Unobstructed by the now flaccid cock taking up residence in Caprices' ass, I fuck her like you read about. Slamming into her with such force as to move my trio up into the headboard above, I can feel the spastic pulsating from my cock neighbor. In and out I glide, ever widening expanses of flesh as the cock beyond begins to retract. She's all mine, I thought. Almost unable to remain on top of this slippery cum covered body, I insert two fingers into her pussy to tighten the hole and improve sensation. Quickly, and without warning, my body begins to warm. Chills begin to cascade down upon me as I enter a world like no other. A world of light, love and tranquility. The present removes itself from time and I am now alone. Motion slows as I feel my manhood well up with semen. Bolts of lightening travel from toe to head as I release. Warm fluid gushes around me. One more thrust as I remove my now embedded hand from my wife's cunt to allow my cock to take in the last moments of heaven alone. I collapse on the motionless mass of flesh before me. Breathing deeply, I kiss my wife gently on the forehead and try to regain a sense of reality. Others around stand gasping for air, perplexed, naked with flacid cocks, some still dripping with come. A calming sensation envelopes the room as I personally embrace each member of the love party. Even in our nakidness, I felt that this was the thing to do. I had just shared my most prized possession, my wife, with my friends. Her cunt was filled with their come. We stared at her for a few moments reflecting on what had just occurred. Her body still motionless lay in a pool of semen, her pussy and ass hole left wide open from the assault now complete.

What would I tell her? How would she react? How would I explain her soreness that she would inevitably feel tomorrow from being gang fucked? We picked her up and carried her to bathroom. We took turns cleansing her and probing her depths one last time. I changed the bed sheets and we carried her gently back to the bedroom. We tucked her in and each friend gave her a kiss. After bidding farewell to the boys, I returned to the bedroom. Slipping between the sheets I gave my wife a final kiss. "Thank-you" she muttered as I lay beside her. These, the only words from her lips, and nothing more. Next years' birthday is sure to be a treat.

Sleeping Beauty



My wife is a beautiful woman. She is strong and independent but she has an amazingly sweet and caring nature. There is one hidden secret that she has from everyone but me. My wife gets incredibly horny while she is asleep. She wakes with no recollection of what's happened. I have discussed it with her many times. At first I used to just watch and listen to her. She blushed when I had told her.

"It's not happening. I don't do stuff like that!" she said her face glowing red with embarrassment

I left it for a while and said nothing while I enjoyed the nightly shows. She needed to know this part of her. Everytime I raised it though she denied it point blank. Sure we made love while she was awake and don't get me wrong she fulfilled my every wish. We made love in every room when we first moved in and in every position we could imagine. I loved touching her and making her orgasm, knowing that her twitching and shaking was due to something I had done to her. We jelled sexually mainly from just listening to her and watching her bring herself to orgasm every night. I would listen to my friends complain about their wives.

"They expect us to know what they want without saying. Then they get annoyed when they don't get it." 

I would laugh along with my friends but for the opposite reason. While they were often puzzled by what women wanted. I knew exactly what my woman needed and wanted.

We carried on together living our normal day-to-day lives. I would then watch her delightful shows at night that would leave me erect and needing to masturbate to release my tension. Again I am not complaining as I swear my dick grew in size, length and girth from being used to often. I just wished she would know what she did when she fell asleep. She never once questioned how I knew her body so well. It was after a particularly momentous night that I vowed that she had to know. I hatched a plan to record her the very next night.

I set up a camcorder in the bedroom aimed at her space in the bed whiles she was downstairs watching TV. I set it to night vision and put the remote control under my pillow. Then I went downstairs. She curled herself into me as we sat on the sofa as she did most nights. There was a film she wanted to watch and soon she was laid out on the sofa resting her head on my leg and I played contentedly with her long soft hair. A perfect night being with my darling beautiful wife. Within no time at all it was half nine.

"How about an early night?" she said, "I feel like an early night!" she said winking at me playfully.

"You naughty girl, come on then." I said eager to make love. 

We went upstairs her leading me by my hand. When we got to the bedroom. She slipped her arms around my waist and soon we were kissing. Her soft lips against mine as I pulled her closer. She pressed her body tighter to mine. I loved feeling her breasts against my chest. My dick started to grow so I pushed my groin closer to her. She let her head back and let out a moan. I leant forward and gently kissed her soft pale neck.

As my lips gently pulled at her neck her hands moved to her blouse and started undoing her buttons. I slipped the blouse off her shoulders as I continued kissing her. My hands moved to her back and soon I found myself undoing her bra. I sat on the bed and pulled off my T-shirt, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. She moved so that my mouth found her right breast. I started sucking on her nipple whilst my hand mimicked my mouth on her left nipple. I felt her hair around me so knew she was watching everything I was doing. She moaned and groaned as I switched from sucking to flicking my tongue and finger rapidly against her hard nipples. I moved my mouth to her left nipple and my hands moved to hitching up her skirt so that she was wearing it like a belt. She had on sheer nylon stockings. I love the feeling against my hands and she knows this. My dick was aching in my pants, straining against the fabric.

She bent down and undid my flies and my dick sprung out at full attention. As she stood up my hand moved to her panties. She was wet and she needed me as much as I needed her. She turned away from me and slowly removed her panties, letting them slowly drop to the floor before bending over to step out of them. She knew that this drove me wild, her pert ass inches from my face. My eyes followed her long legs down to watch her take her panties off. Her face appeared from behind her legs she was smiling.

"Are you ready for me?" she asked smiling.

I nodded and she straddled me guiding my dick inside her. She teased me only letting my bulbous head inside her. She felt so great inside so wet and warm.

"Come on baby don't tease me you know I want to be deep inside you" I found myself begging. After what seemed ages I put my hands to the waist of her skirt and pulled her down onto me. It felt great plunging inside her. Her pussy felt great around my hard shaft, her muscles tightening around me. Her nails dug into my knees bringing me back to reality and stopping me from exploding inside her. Then she stood up. My dick ached to be inside her and bobbed about frantically on its own accord.

"Let's get naked" se said undoing her skirt.

"Leave your stockings on darling!" I begged as I kicked off my shoes and getting out of my jeans.

She responded simply with a giggle before she lowered to her knees parting her legs.

"I'm going to suck you but don't come inside my mouth" she ordered me.

With her large eyes looking up at me. Her long hair framing her face and those deliciously soft lips about to suck on my dick how could I possibly refuse?

"Oh babe" was all that I could muster as my hands ran through her hair as she lowered her mouth around my dick. Her tongue eagerly licked at her juices that were soaking me. She swirled that tongue quickly, then slowed as she sensed my nearing orgasm. Her nails dug into the flesh of my thighs.

"God you're going to make me cum you naughty girl" I said "don't torture me babe cause if you keep going like that I'm going to shoot my cum into that sweet mouth and throat of yours!"

"Then I'd better stop would not want you doing something you didn't want to do now do we?" she questioned me further "Where do you want to cum? How do you want me?"

"I want you doggy style. I want to cum deep inside your hot sweet pussy." I said getting to my feet.

She knelt at the side of the bed and her head turned around to watch me. My hands ran up her nylon covered legs. They felt so good. My right hand went through her legs and straight to her clit, it was so large and obviously sensitive. As soon as I found it she bucked wildly. My left hand stroked her soft skin on her back. When I knew she was ready I plunged deep inside her. The muscles on her vagina soon gave it away her orgasm was imminent. I love it when she cums as her whole body shakes. It was so obvious when she came and I enjoyed seeing her cum over and over.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" she screamed before her muscles clamped me firmly around my dick. Her muscles were so tight that I couldn't help but shoot my load into her. I emptied my cum inside her completely before letting my dick slip out of her. She slowly dropped herself onto the bed and I climbed in next to her and kissed her neck and shoulder.

"Let's get you ready for bed!"

I whispered to her as my hands fumbled at undoing her suspender belt and slowly rolling her stockings down her long legs. As I climbed back up the bed I gently kissed her and covered her with the blankets. She was falling asleep as I covered her shoulders turned the lights off and slipped my arm protectively around her waist. It felt great holding her naked body against mine. Soon we were both asleep.

I woke as usual to sounds of loud moaning. The room was filled with lights from the street lamps I checked the clock it was a little after 2am. I don't know how long she'd been at it but was glad I hadn't missed it. I needed her to see one of her nightly shows for her to finally believe me. I reached under my pillow and found the remote for the camcorder. I pressed the record button.

She was lying on her back her knees bent up holding the blanket. I slowly edged the blanket off her as I'd done countless times before. Her hands were squeezing and moulding her breasts. Her hips had started moving rhythmically.

"Oh babe that feels good. I love it when you do that. I've been a naughty girl and you need to punish me" she spoke firmly.

I watched as her hands lowered to her pussy. I loved watching her masturbate before I went down to watch the full show. I had to suck her hard nipples. I flicked my tongue across the nipple nearest me and sucked gently. I'm careful not to use my teeth, as I don't want to wake her. I can feel my dick stiffen so I moved down the bed to watch the display. I sat back on my heels and masturbated as I watched.

Her fingers were busy tonight. One hand was holding her lips open and the other was swirling around her clit. 

"I need your dick inside me," she groaned

I so wanted to mount her and comply to that instruction but I just would feel awkward with her still being asleep. I so wanted to reach my head down and cover my mouth in her sweet juices. I would love to lick her big hard clit and suck on those wondrous pussy lips.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now you fucking bastard. I need you now you fucking prick. I'm going to cum"

She shouted as she thrashed around on the bed like a woman possessed. She was about to cum. I loved watching her cum while she was masturbating they always seemed quicker and more intense when she was in control of her clit. I was going to cum too. I aimed my pulsing dick towards me and came all over my chest. God that felt good.

I watched her convulsions over and over she came. The bed underneath her was wet with her sweet juices. Soon she tired herself out and she fell back asleep her hands still resting on her crotch. I lovingly pulled the blanket over her and before I cuddled in again to her. I remembered to turn off the camcorder.

I woke to my usual alarm at 7am. The sun was starting to stream through the gap in the curtains. I loved summer mornings and stretched out completely in the bed. My dick was as always at full attention. I turned and cuddled into her letting my dick stick into her butt cheeks. I draped my arm around her and pretended I was asleep. I pushed my hard dick further inside until I knew she'd wake up. She turned around suddenly to face me. She started kissing me and I rolled her over getting in between her legs. My dick found her soft warm folds and I slipped gently inside.

"Oooh I needed this" she started "and you say I get horny in my sleep?"

To shut her up I bent down and kissed her passionately. I loved making love like this all slow and relaxed. I loved feeling her naked flesh against mine. I couldn't resist whispering to her.

"I love you... I want you to come..." 

I said in-between soft kisses with her delightful lips. I let her kiss me, her probing tongue entering my mouth in rhythm with my dick entering her. Her tongue was more flexible and explored my mouth sharing all of our juices together. It felt amazing. As we both finished I collapsed into her arms. She kissed me gently on my forehead.

I hated getting ready for work as it meant time away from my wife. All that day all I could think of was how I was going to show her that video. How would she react? Would she think I was trying to hurt her? Maybe I should delete the film and leave the shows private? By the time I got home I still had no idea what to do or say. As I opened the front door my heart was fluttering I felt weak at the knees.

"I'm in here darling!" she called from the front room. "How was your day? Dinner will be ready in about an hour!"

I hung up my coat and went into join her.

"Honey are you alright? You're so pale!"

"I'm OK!"

"No you're not. Come sit down!" 

I could hear the concern in her voice. I sat down next to her and there was no way of hiding it now. She held my hands and looked me in the eyes.

"Darling I've done something I shouldn't have done. You're going to hate me!" I started.

"What tell me what have you done?"

"Last night I recorded you whilst you were asleep I've felt guilty all day about it!"

"Why?" she looked so puzzled.

"I've tried to tell you what happens when you're asleep but you never believe me. I just wanted you to know. If you want me to delete it then I will!"

"And exactly what was I doing besides sleeping?" she asked her voice obviously angry.

"It was beautiful. You were masturbating until you came over and over." I said quietly smiling shyly at her.

"How many times must we have this discussion? I do not and never have masturbated in my sleep. Go get this video and it will back me up then I want to hear no more about this."

I went upstairs and dutifully got the camcorder and fixed it up to the TV. In some ways I hoped it was bland that I had just dreamt it but in other ways I wanted her to see the nightly torture that I endured. I pressed play and an image appeared on the screen. I watched her intently as the camcorder played. She blushed as she watched herself squeeze her breasts and then she looked horrified at the sight of us both masturbating.

"Turn it off! I've seen enough and delete it I never want to see it again!" she ordered.

The rest of the night she remained quiet, hardly saying a word. How I wished that I could rewind time and not have pressed that damn record button. It continued until bedtime. She had gone up for 'an early night'. I went up for a shower. Should I sleep downstairs or try the bedroom? I might as well face the music. I went into the bedroom it was dark, but I could hear her gently sobbing.

"Babe!" I said getting into bed. "I'm so sorry if I could take it back I would. I am really sorry!"

"Its not your fault. I can't believe I have been like that it's disgusting!"

"No babe, don't think that!" I said kissing her neck gently "its beautiful and I love watching you!"

"Have you ever fucked me when I've been like that?" she asked nervously.

"No!" I insisted, "I've wanted to boy I've wanted to but I would want to take advantage. Also if you woke up I wouldn't want to freak you out. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you!"

"It must have been terrible hearing me say all those things especially when you couldn't join in! I'm so very sorry!" she said turning around slowly to face me.

"Far from it babe" I started "I love you talking dirty and I think its excellent watching you masturbate. I know when you're awake you feel self-conscious but honestly you shouldn't. You should never feel ashamed or embarrassed around me. I love you dummy!"

"I love you too," she said putting an arm around my waist. 

I kissed her face tasting her salty tears then I hugged her tightly. After a while she spoke in an almost whisper.

"Next time I'm like that if you want to joining in then you should. Its unfair of me to tempt you like that and not let you touch me, I know that you wouldn't hurt me!"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"You are my husband and I love you and I also trust you!" she replied.

My mind raced. I couldn't believe that she was giving me permission to do that. Should I? I'd have to wait and see as my nerves were just on edge and all I wanted to do is repair the damage that I had done.

Later that night the moaning started again and as usual it woke me up. She seemed more animated tonight more vocal.

"Mmm I like that baby" 

She moaned as she gently stroked her soft neck.

"You are horny tonight. Good just like me. I need you!"

She was squeezing her breasts and I could feel myself getting harder.

"I hope you're going to ride me as I've been such a naughty girl. You need to punish me!" she murmured.

I so wanted to join her but didn't know if I should. One hand remained on her breasts alternating so that each nipple was large and erect and the other hand started to go between her legs. I held out as long as possible until I could resist it no more. My mouth found her neck and started kissing. She groaned with pleasure. I moved down her body and was soon sucking her nipple. God she felt good.

"Fuck yeah that's what I need!" she said loudly.

My mouth was soon on her pussy lips, she was so wet. She moved her hands down to hold them open and my tongue flicked away at her lips. Her clit was hard and each time my tongue touched it she would arch back and shout and swear uncontrollably. My cock was eager before now it was starting to ache.

I moved up the bed and knelt next to her head. Should I? I would try; would she would suck my cock with that beautiful mouth? My cock edged closer and she seemed to devour it. She used her tongue like never before. She licked the shaft and swirled her tongue around the end plunging her tongue in and out of the eye. Her hands moved to my ball and were squeezing them gently and then pulling them gently away from my body. She used her nails gently to smooth the creases on my balls. God she was good.

I withdrew my dick and she was moaning and starting to thrash around in the bed. I mounted her, restraining her arms with my hands. I locked my hands firmly around her wrists. My dick slipped deep inside her wet pussy. Her muscles were contracting around my shaft.

"I'm a bad girl! Fuck me like the bitch I am"

She was now screaming at me. Her legs wrapped around my back as she pulled me closer. I moved my hips around to hit her clit as much as I could. I let her arms go and she released her legs and drew them back with her hands. I sat back as I fucked her. To steady myself I held on to her ankles and leant heavily on them. She thrashed, moaned and swore like I'd never seen before. I couldn't last much longer. Her muscles were so strong on my dick now. I came deep inside her and she shook with her orgasm.

I slowly disengaged myself from her and lay next to her on the bed. Wow that was amazing. I gently turned her on her side and cuddled into her backbone. I kissed her shoulder as I did and as I did she rubbed her nose murmured then said something that I couldn't quite hear before gently snoring. I whispered gently in her ear.

"Goodnight my Sleeping Beauty!"



Sleeping Beauty



AN: All characters involved are 18 or older. Enjoy!

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There’s a time between 6:15 and 7:00 that I love the most. Monday through Friday, sometime after the first angry slap of the snooze button and our last kiss goodbye, I feel completely at ease. 

45 minutes, that’s all.

45 minutes. 

10 of which I lie beneath you, unmoving, counting the grey hairs in your bangs. Yesterday two, today maybe three. 

Small, slim fingers twisting around soft locks – dancing across skin that looks remarkably pale against the pads of my fingertips. My soft, full lips find your neck, that sweet spot just under your ear, and brush. 

I study you then, and see the bright red mark I left behind the night before. Biting, sucking, licking, the raised flesh is a lovely reminder of how wild you’ve driven me. I remember how well we fit together – no matter where you beg entrance.

6:25.

I let my eyes flutter close when you stir, your arm gently unraveling from my body. For a moment, I lose your warmth as you lean over to check the clock, but in an instant you’re back, cuddling me to your chest.

Do you feel it?

My heartbeat – so soft and nervous, and when you lean in, I’m trying my hardest to keep it from racing. I never get used to the closeness – the absolute proximity of intimacy. I sigh out loud, but try to mask it as involuntary. Your hand remains over my breast and squeezes ever so slightly.

“You awake?” you mumble against the shell of my ear, but I pretend not to hear you – pretend not to feel the way your fingertip trails lazily around my dark nipple. I can imagine you watching it pucker and smiling at the way my skin gets goose pimples at your touch. 

“No?” you ask me again and slide your open mouth over my breast. Before your tongue can flick out, I turn over with a little moan. 

They’re much more sensitive than those of anyone you’ve ever been with, and when you suck them, I whimper and moan in pleasure. 

“Okay, sleeping beauty…” you stroke me beneath the sheets. “Keep pretending.”

“What will it take to wake you up?”

You give my sides a tickle and I hide my smile in the pillow. Then, you use both hands to roll me back over. I always forget how small I am beneath you.

“A kiss?” you murmur the words on my lips, and it takes everything in me not to giggle. 

You remember what that sounds like, don’t you? Light and airy and so fucking sweet. 

You pull the sheets away from me completely and my breath quickens. Although I can’t see you, I can feel you over me, gaze like fire on my bare skin. Your warm palm caresses my breast again and I can feel moistness gathering between my thighs.
You know what I need. You know what will awaken the naughty little girl in your bed. Make me cum and I’m yours. Yes, it’s true the real sleeping beauty awoke with just a kiss from her prince, but I’m not nearly that easy.

After meeting your needs all the time, I need an incentive.

“Sleeping beauty, sleeping beauty…” you taunt me – your lips run up the side of my tummy and skim the underside of my breasts.

You know how self-conscious I am about them. Not big enough to fill out sexy dresses, but not small enough to go bra-less. You say you like the way they fill your hands, but I think you’d be satisfied touching anything at all.

I moan softly as in sleep while you work your way down my body. I know what’s coming, and part my thighs without thinking.

I feel your mouth there, planting gentle kisses on the smooth lips of my pussy. My breath catches a little and I feel myself getting even stickier. 

Just a little further, prince. 

You murmur something about how wet I am, but I can’t hear you. When you spread me open with your warm tongue, I’m lost. 

My heart thuds in my chest and you slide a thick finger into my tight, wet heat. Each time with you always feels like the first time, and I clench around you in reflex. 

Your tongue plays with my clit, flicks and teases the stiff little button and I silently curse myself for being so sensitive. I can already feel my nipples tightening, my pussy and body aching for release.

I bite my lips together to stifle a “please,” but its obvious what I need, isn’t it? My skin is sheened with sweat and my breath coming in quick pants. 

It’s just like when I’m underneath you, begging, and your cock is hammering in and out of my little cunt. I squeeze my eyes shut and think about how you look must look – bent between my thighs and feasting on my sweetness. 

I imagine my hot juices filling your mouth, your tongue darting in and out of me, and that finger stroking my core. 

For a moment, I see stars. Your sleeping beauty arches her back and fists the sheets in her trembling hands. When I cum, I’m not quiet about it. I twist against you and thrust my pulsing heat in your mouth, squealing as you suckle. 
When I open my eyes, you’re leaning over me, smirking as always.

“Morning,” you whisper. Your lips are glistening with my cum, and I’m dying to taste it.

“Prince…” I reach up and wrap my arms around your neck. 

When I sling a leg up around your hips, I notice a rather large something that wasn’t there before.
Pushing at your briefs is your cock, hard and ready for me. I push down your briefs and try to line my hips with yours, but instead, you pull me down and point the wet tip at my lips. 

6:45.

We don’t have time to really fuck – at least not at the hot, slow pace I desire.  My hand molds around you first, like a tight sleeve, and my tongue flicks out against the dripping head. Precum is dribbling onto my chin, but I don’t want to miss a bit. I know you like it when I’m a bit messy, but I want to take my time.

Slowly, sensually, I rub my thumb up against the ridge on the underside of your cock, while I run my tongue over the wet, pink head. 

You stretch out on the bed and I take my place, bent between your thighs. I can feel the muscles in your abs tightening up when I suck, and your eyes meet mine. The sight of my big brown eyes peering up at you makes you moan, and I love it.

You bite your lips and your cheeks take on this red hue I find adorable. While I tease you, you make sure I know what a good girl I am, murmuring it over and over. When I lean in further to suck your balls, your hands instantly make a grab for my hair. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it daddy?” I whisper, but you only grunt. 

I lick you, twirl my tongue around you, coat you in saliva, making you my messy treat. You feel the warmth of my mouth and the tight little squeezes I give to your shaft and it’s almost like you’re inside me again. Over and over, my sweet mouth glides over your wet skin until I feel you’re on the brink. 

“You gonna cum?” I murmur, sending a shiver up your spine. My little hands run up your thighs, and to smooth stomach – massaging you. 

“Will daddy cum for his little princess?” I begin to jerk you quickly and I feel your hips lift up from the sheets. 

My heart is pounding when you flip me over, kissing me hungrily. I don’t even have a chance to squeal. Fumbling slightly in the heat of the moment, you grab your shaft and thrust into me without warning. There’s no romance in it- and I don’t mind at all. All I want is that fucking incredible feeling, you banging me and my tight, slick walls squeezing your dick. 

You take complete control, pinning my arms above my head. You want me to tell you how much I like it, but I can’t speak. Just know that your princess, your little beauty loves daddy’s cock in her cunt. She can’t get enough of your hard, hungry pace.

All sleep is gone from my eyes while I’m thinking: “fuck me harder, harder…”

When you cum I can feel it – it almost hurts. You bite my neck and groan and I claw you, my pussy spasming wildly. You don't pull out of me immediately, but when you do, I feel the hot cum dripping from my warm cunt.

How does it feel? I wonder. How does it feel to know that I’m your own little slut and that your cock and cum are the only I’ve ever taken?

You start to move, but I lock my arms around your shoulders. I want you. I want you so bad I don’t care that it’s already 7:00 and I’m gonna be late for my first class.

I whisper, “let’s go to sleep,” but you just chuckle.

We give it a few minutes more together, but I know it’s only a moment of time before we’re back to that same routine, before I slip a backpack over my shoulders and you pick up a briefcase by the door.

Oh well…

I snuggle into your shoulder. 

Until tomorrow, I guess…



Sleeping Beauty



The sight that greeted me as I unlocked my front door and stepped into my front room was my sister's arse, clad only in loose fitting pink night shorts, as she knelt in the corner of the room, rummaging through mine and my wife Rachel's DVD collection. She turned abruptly, obviously shocked and instantly blushing. 'Adam! Oh!' She exclaimed. 'I err... Rachel said you wouldn't be back until later.'

'Jenny, hey! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, the guys were heading into town and I couldn't be bothered to join them, so I just came straight home from the pub. What are you looking for down there?' Jenny had stood to her feet, turning to face me in the process. I couldn't help but notice she'd gotten dressed in her nightclothes and, in the process, removed her bra. Her nipples poked stiffly through the flimsy material of her nightshirt and her gargantuan breasts swayed freely as she turned. I fought to prevent a stiffening in my crotch, reminding myself that she was my sister. Hell, we'd known each other so long; she might as well have been my real sister.

'Rachel went to bed early.' She answered, dodging the question. 'We've both had a few drinks and I think it hit her more than me. I went for a shower, came back down and she'd gone to bed. I was going to have a couple more drinks.' She motioned to the drink on the floor next to the sofa. 'I completely forgot you were coming home. Sorry.' I noticed she was slurring a few of her words, suggesting she was already on her way to getting drunk herself. I had known she was coming round tonight, her and Rachel had planned to go out for a run, and then have a few drinks. I figured Rachel had burned out early.

'I'll go check on Rach,' I said, 'then do you mind if I join you for a drink?'

'Sure, sure...' she replied, her pause told me she wanted to say something else.

'What's up?' I asked.

'Do you, umm... have any weed?' she managed to ask, before blurting out 'I've just been really, really fancying some all evening and Rachel said you had some, but I know she doesn't like smoking it, so I figured I wasn't going to have any, but now you've come in and...'

'Sure,' I laughed, 'wait right here.'

Ten minutes later we were sat on the sofa, watching some Spaced on DVD, I had rolled a nice fat joint and we were drinking some vodka. Rachel had indeed been passed out in bed, naked and on top of the sheets. I was almost tempted to just forget about Jenny and wake my slumbering woman up, but by the sounds of those snores I didn't think I could wake her if I tried.

'So anyway,' I said as I passed her the joint, 'you never told me what you were looking for when I came in. You looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car when I came in the house; like I'd caught you stealing or something.' Jenny visibly blushed as I spoke to her, dragging deep on the joint to avoid answering. 'Tell me...' I prompted, giggling.

'...' She looked so embarrassed, and, I have to admit, hot, as she squirmed in her seat. Her and Rachel looked quite similar facially, big eyes and cute little button noses, but it was the figure where they differed. Rachel had always been tall and athletic looking, with perky little B-cup tits and long, slender legs. Jenny was more glamour model-esque. A bit shorter, but fuller in figure, with huge, swaying tits and rounded, hourglass hips. That big old arse of hers firm and very fuckable. I had always fought against lustful feelings for her, being that I was married to her sister, but I must admit, sometimes my imagination ran away with me.

'Come on,' I prompted once again.

'Rachel had gone to bed and I wanted to watch a DVD.' She finally blurted out.

'That's it?'

'Well yeah, but you know, not just any DVD... I was looking in your collection to see if I could find any, you know, adult DVDs.'

'You mean like porn?' I said, laughing at her embarrassment.

'After a few drinks, I get... you know, urges.' She took a deep swig from her drink and flopped back on the sofa, the drink and weed clearly getting her as she became less inhibited about what she was saying. 'My God, I can't believe I just admitted that,' she said, then burst out giggling. Her nipples looked like they were about to burst out of the top she wore. I had to readjust myself to hide my now throbbing erection. We sat in silence for a while, drinking, smoking and watching the TV screen. Well, I pretended to watch the TV. In my head I was playing a fantasy where I'd arrived home just 10 minutes later and caught Jenny sat on my sofa, finger fucking her sweet little pussy.

Jenny snapped me out of my fantasy. 'It looks like I'm not the only one to have urges!' She said before bursting into a fit of giggles. Snapping my head down, I saw my throbbing tent-pole, bursting at the fabric of my jeans, almost twitching in my lap. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed as I grabbed a cushion in a vain attempt to hide myself from her. To add to my embarrassment, Jenny, without missing a beat, swung her feet up and plonked them onto the cushion, my throbbing erection straining at the touch. 'Relax,' she slurred; the effects of weed and booze clearly visible now on her flushed face. 'Besides, you've had a good few looks at my nipples so far, you naughty boy. Don't you know i'm basically your sister?'

'I... err...' Flustered by her straight talk, I couldn't even muster a response.

'I'm only teasing. So I saw your erection,' was that a subtle stroking of the foot I felt? 'It's not like you were fantasizing about me or anything.'

'Of course not' I managed, a blatant lie, but I wasn't going to admit that, was I?

'Well then. No problems. Besides, I know my sister's sexy, why would you lust over her older, saggier sister?' That was definitely a stroke of the foot! 'God i'm so drunk... and stoned.' She giggled and relaxed more on the sofa. Her legs flopped apart on, feet still together, forming a perfect frame for the outline of my cock, pushing through the cushion. Her pussy would be displayed open to me, were it not for the flimsy material of her cotton night shorts. 'Massage me please. It's ok; i'm your sister...' She managed to slur, although, to the untrained ear it would have likely sounded nonsense.

I knew it was probably a stupid thing to do, but, in my drunken, stoned, horny state, I took her dainty little left foot in my hands and begun to rub and stroke her beautiful little size 3. She must know i've got a foot fetish, I thought, sisters tell each other that kind of thing, right? She let out a soft moan as I expertly kneaded her beautiful, curved arches. My dick throbbed painfully against her right foot. Gently, but definitely perceptibly this time, she began to softly rub her right foot against my erection, while I massaged her left.

Throughout all this, she purred contentedly, her body writhing gently on the sofa next to me. She moved as though in the throes of passion, her right hand traced outlines of her nipples through her nightgown. I swapped feet and deftly, Jenny knocked the cushion from my lap. As I began to massage her right foot, she wasted no time in rubbing her toes up and down the outline of my cock through my jeans. The contact now was much more real and deliberate. We continued this illicit activity for the next five minutes or so, swapping feet occasionally. I'd not noticed the growing sluggishness of her stroking, nor the gradual deepening of her breaths; so it rather surprised me when I heard a soft snore escape her nose. She murmured something sounding like '... so wet...' but she was definitely asleep.

Not really knowing what to do, I continued to massage her foot. As I looked nervously down her body, I felt myself, almost against my will, raising her foot to my mouth and taking a tentative suck on her big toe. I froze as she gasped, but it sounded more like a contented mewing and then, more confidently, sucked again. As I finally dared myself to look between her legs it hit home that she had definitely just murmured that she was 'so wet.' The damp patch between her legs was clearly visible, soaking through the pink cotton of her shorts. This was so wrong. I decided in a moment of clarity, that I should get up and go to bed. Being as careful as possible I placed her feet behind me on the sofa and stood to my feet, which I found rather difficult, given the iron rod in my jeans, but I did my best.

Jenny didn't stir, but her lips pouted softly as though she had just been enjoying something which had suddenly stopped. I decided that I should get her a blanket, so shuffled stiffly from the room. By the time I had found a blanket, my dick had softened to a semi, so it was easier to walk. I crept back into the room to cover Jenny with the blanket and gasped at what I saw. While out of the room she must have wriggled a little to find a more comfortable sleeping position. In doing this though, her baggy nightgown had ridden up her stomach and stopped just below the swell of those huge tits.

I stopped short of the sofa, letting the blanket fall to my feet. If I just ease that top up a little more, I'll be able to see my sis's tits, I thought Feeling oh so naughty I reached down and began to tease the fabric up, my cock stiffened instantly as her huge, rock hard nipples were revealed. I'd never seen anything like it, her nipples were thick and long and hard. I just had to suck them. Fuck it, I thought, I was going to Hell anyway. I bent over, watching her face all the time for signs she was stirring. A soft whimper escaped her lips as I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked gently. There was something undeniably naughty about this whole experience and it drove me wild. She snored gently while i sucked and licked her huge tits. The way she laid on the sofa caused them to flop either side of her, God I wanted to fuck her from behind and reach around to squeeze those huge bangers.

I squeezed them together, confidence growing now that she wasn't going to wake up. I even unzipped my fly and allowed my grateful cock to spring free, precum oozing from its tip. I wanked mere centimetres away from her nipple, daring myself to take that final plunge, when the sight of her open mouth, a little run of drool starting to form at the side, caught my attention. No way, I thought, I cannot do that... Can I? I took a step back and observed her sleeping for a few moments, steadily stroking myself as I looked at her body. She was definitely sleeping. I stepped back in slowly, quietly, positioning my swollen cock so close to her open mouth I could feel her hot breath. Gently I pushed into her mouth, feeling her jaw open slightly, with no resistance, as I pushed first my head and then, the first couple of inches, into her mouth.

I repeated this steady progress; fuck knows how I managed not to blow my load, until I had worked my head to the back of her throat. I leant down and began to massage her tits as I slowly fucked her mouth, her soft snores sending pleasurable vibrations down my shaft. I had to have more! Regretfully, I slowly worked my cock from her mouth, fetching with it a long strand of my precum and her saliva. When it snapped back it slapped against her cheek, leaving a nice looking drool trail down her cheek. 

Being as gentle as possible in my drunken fog, I lifted her left leg and gently brought her foot to the floor beside the sofa. She didn't even stir. Heart thumping in my chest, I teased the damp material hiding her pussy to one side and leant in close to admire the view. God, she was completely shaven and, completely open. Her pussy was dripping and flushed full pink. Mesmerised I leant in and inhaled her, rubbing her ankles and foot with my right hand, stroking my throbbing cock with my left. Cautiously I took a lick, tasting her sweet muskiness. There was no response. Bolder I pressed my tongue flat against her opening and licked her like an ice cream cone. She emitted a soft, low moan from deep down. I licked again, and again. She writhed gently, but showed no signs of waking; even as I grew in confidence and began to push my tongue inside her velvety soft folds, sucking up all I could along the way. I was in heaven and began to tongue fuck Jenny in earnest. Loving how deeply she slept, even as I stopped rubbing her foot and began to squeeze and grab those tits, mauling them while I attacked her clit.

Lost to my lust I now brought my fingers to her pussy and slid them deep into her slickness. Quickly I began to work her G-spot, my tongue still relentlessly attacking her clit. I felt her body tensing and worried she may wake. Her moaning gradually became more audible and her breath more shallow. I should stop, I thought as I pulled my face away, watching her lick her lips, eyes scrunched slightly; but I was way, way too far into this to stop now. I continued to rub her G-spot as she tensed and tensed some more; sensing this I picked up the pace of my fingering. She came! I couldn't believe it, but she came and she stayed asleep. Her mouth pursed in a perfect 'O' and she soaked my hand and the sofa with her fluid. Yet still she slept. I continued to softly slide my fingers in and out of her now relaxed pussy, while she let out a series of soft whimpers in her sleep.

Finally withdrawing my fingers from her opening, I raised my index to her parted lips and gently smeared them with her cum. Like the sugar on a doughnut, she couldn't resist herself; she flicked her tongue out and licked her cream like a cat.

Stop now! Stop now! I told myself, before you go too far. I knew I should just go to bed, wake Rachel up and fuck her with my throbbing cock. But I couldn't make myself leave the front room. I had already crossed so many lines. I had Fucked her mouth and tongue fucked her pussy. I had to finish the job, didn't I? I stepped back and slid my trousers all the way down and off, naked from the waist down now I moved in close to Jenny again and began to gently work her body round so that she sat slumped in the middle of the sofa, her bare feet flat on the carpeted floor. Other than a soft snuffling, she did not stir.

Now for her shorts; I had to get in real close and work my hands under her big firm arse to grab a hold of the elasticated waist band. In order to do this my face had to lean in really close to hers. As I lifted her gently from her sitting position I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. It was so fucking hot. 

'You're so fucking hot' I whispered into her ear as I worked her shorts down, lifting each foot out in turn. I raised the shorts to my nose and inhaled deeply, loving her scent. My cock throbbed with anticipation as I got myself into position between her legs. I had to raise both of them to my shoulder to get a good angle for penetration and I loved the feel of her warm soles pressed against either side of my face.

I looked down and watched as I placed my head at her opening; her pink lips parted and beaded with her wetness. Slowly I inched myself in, gasping at her tightness. Her pussy seemed to suck me in. To say she was a few years older than Rachel, her pussy was so fucking tight, and wet! Fuck me was she wet.

I watched her as I began to slide myself in and out of her, she murmured something in her sleep, and oh my God it was hot. Feeling brave I picked up the pace slightly, the whole deviant activity made my cock throb inside of her. I licked and kissed her beautiful feet as I fucked her. She began to softly moan in her sleep, I looked down and saw that she was so wet, that the patch of sofa directly below her pussy was damp with her juices.

'Mmmmmmmmmmmm' she purred as I rubbed her clit gently while I fucked her, now at a more steady rate, my balls slapping gently against her arse with every thrust.

She began writhing below me, her moans gradually growing shallower. Her right hand moved to her breast and she began to softly massage it as we fucked. I panicked, thinking I may have gone too far; but I was way too close to cumming to stop now.

If anything, the thought that I may get caught only increased my arousal and I felt the stirrings of my climax building deep in my bowels. She was panting now, gripping her tits as she came closer and closer to her climax and, possibly, closer and closer to waking.

I fucked her in earnest, sucking hard on her big toe to stifle my own grunts and moans. Her pussy clamped down tight on my cock and she started to shake and quiver below me. Her orgasm hit with force. As it did her eyes flew open and she stared right into my own as she came. Too late! I came like a freight train as we stared at each other, her eyes revealing nothing but pure pleasure as her pussy milked my cock. I shot my load deep into my wife's sister, screwing my own eyes shut as I emptied myself into her.

'Fuck, FUCK FUCK!' I screamed silently to myself as I felt my cock softening inside of Jenny. I still had my eyes shut, afraid to face the consequences of what I had just done. Sure, she had been rubbing my cock when she was awake and sure, she had been dripping wet. But she had been pissed and stoned and, most importantly, asleep for the most part.

Cautiously, I opened my eyes, preparing to meet the accusing stare of Jenny. I breathed the hugest sigh of relief when I looked down and saw she was sleeping, peacefully! Fuck, had she just cum and gone back to sleep? I wondered if she would have any memory of this in the morning. There hadn't been any kind of acknowledgement when she'd woken up. She'd just stared at me as she came. Maybe she'd thought it was all a dream, I thought.

Without ceremony I positioned her back on the sofa and covered her with the blanket. Too scared to risk waking her by attempting to put her shorts back on, I guiltily stuffed them under the blanket with her. I picked up my jeans and crept upstairs. Fortunately, Rachel was still in pretty much the exact same state as she had been before. I crawled under the covers next to her and fell straight to sleep. The paranoid thoughts of a stoned, sleep rapist haunted my dreams.

The next morning I awoke alone in bed. From downstairs I heard the familiar chatter of my wife and her sister. Within the first instant of waking, all the events of the previous night came flooding back to me. I groaned into my pillow as I remembered what I had done. I pulled the blanket up over my head to try and block the reality out. I worried that Jenny was telling Rachel everything and that they were calling the police right now; but the chat seemed relaxed though from what I could hear. But still, I thought, she must have woken up naked from the waist down, her pussy dripping with my cum? Surely she knew.

'Adam...' A shout came from downstairs. 'Wake up sleepy head, breakfast is ready.' I shouted out a response, autopilot somehow kicking in. In a trance I got up and slipped on my dressing gown before padding cautiously downstairs in my slippers.

In the kitchen Jenny and rachel were already seated at the table. The first thing I noticed were that they were both showered and dressed and both had a plate of scrambled eggs and a coffee in hand. My plate was opposite Jenny.

I sat down, unable to meet her gaze, I knew I must look guilty, but I didn't know how else to be.

'I didn't hear you come in last night honey. Sorry, I was so drunk; I was in bed real early.' Rachel spoke as I sat down.

Before I could respond Jenny piped up. 'It's ok, I was still up. We sat and had a chat for a while. Didn't we Adam?'

'Umm... Yeah.' I replied as I tried to swallow down some breakfast.

'I must apologise though,' she turned to Rachel, 'I totally fell asleep on him. But he's so cute; he got me a blanket to sleep under, didn't you?'

'Yep.' I managed to respond, finally daring to meet her gaze. Her eyes were twinkling mischievously.

'I was just telling Rach about my dreams last night, wasn't I sis?' 

Rachel laughed, 'Jenny, you don't want to repeat those kind of things in front of Adam do you?'




Sleeping Beauty



'And why not?' Rachel replied 'He's practically my brother anyway. Besides, it was only a sex dream, it's not like he's going to get turned on by the thought of me having sex.'

As she spoke, I felt a barefoot brushing up against my calf. Wait a minute, I thought, was that a stroke?

'Well,' she began, 'it started with the most amazing foot massage.'



Sleeping Beauty



My first wife was a very sound sleeper, it would take the loudest claps of thunder to rouse her. Once she got to sleep she'd be immobile for hours, especially if she lay on her stomach (which was her favorite position). This I knew because I was just the opposite, often stuck with bouts of insomnia that book-reading would sometimes cure, but I was still awake far longer than she.

New England summers weren't as hot and humid then as they can be now, so even in August an open window was all that was necessary. It was on a particularly warm, moonlit summer's night that I came back to the bedroom after a late-night piss and noticed that Cynthia had tossed off the bedsheet on her side; since we both slept in the raw, the light from our bedroom window gave me a nicely- framed view of her attractive bottom. 

I got back into bed and listened to her contented deep breathing. I reflected upon how lucky I was to have her there, how much she meant to me, and how even in her sleep she could arouse me physically. That damned moonlight illuminated her backside so effectively that before I knew it I was sporting an aching erection.

Well, as they say: a stiff prick has no conscience, and mine certainly led the way as I gave in to my feelings and reached out to softly caress the satiny cheeks of her ass. Supple, warm and buttery was her skin as I tentatively ran my fingertips over the generous but well-maintained geography of her derriere, watching for a change in her breathing.

Nothing. The same contented, soft breaths continued, unchanged. Emboldened, I moved down the bed just a little and began to caress her flesh with the palm of my hand, becoming more aroused as each second passed. My desire was caused as much by the novelty of the moment as by the feel of her; it was far from the first time I'd felt her backside up, the difference here was that she was asleep.

She stirred not a bit as my hand roved over her cheeks, feeling both the softness and the musculature beneath. After a bit I used just my fingertips to gently probe the division between them, careful not to use too light a touch as to be ticklish. Her skin was warmer there, and in my mind I imagined what lay in between and below, which caused my arousal to grow more fierce.

I expect part of my strong feeling was the illusion of control; it was a common fantasy of mine (and, I suspect, of others, especially during that rage known as puberty) to be able to magically explore a woman's body at will, without fear of consequence, and even to bring such a fantasy woman to life with my touch. So, here I was, reliving that feeling.

"Cindy?" I whispered, trying to make sure she was asleep. No response. I said her name again, a little more loudly, but still nothing.

I felt my heart pounding with excitement in the silence of the room. A soft breeze drifted through the window as I raised up a bit and rested on my elbow, intent on getting a better view if I could. But there was only so much the moon could impart. I made do with bringing my face as close as possible to her naked form as I ran my fingers slowly down to the juncture of her thighs.

Cindy's legs were tightly held together; did I dare try to urge them to loosen up? I did, feeling the super-smooth flesh of her inner thigh skin give to my touch, gradually, as I painstakingly pushed with the ever-so-lightest pressure of my fingertips. This seemed to take hours, but I feared that rushing things might rouse her prematurely. 

I almost gasped aloud when my wife suddenly shifted in her sleep. Holding my breath, I kept my hand in place between her thighs as she miraculously moved them slightly apart and then abruptly settled down. I stayed there, frozen in place, waiting an eternity to be sure her breathing hadn't changed.

"Cin?" I whispered after awhile, and then repeated, "Cin?" Looking back now, it seems silly that my mind started to think up things to say, as some sort of an excuse, should she have awakened right then; I mean, what excuse would suffice, other than telling the truth?

After a long while I continued, even as I wondered to myself what I was doing. Why not just prod her slowly awake and see if she'd be open to making love? Something drove me instinctively along, though, and I'm glad it did.

I caressed her inner thighs with care, urging her to part further. I paid no mind to the aching elbow of my other arm as my palm cupped the base of one ass cheek and my fingers gently probed up and under. I was centimeters or less from her sweet center, and not about to quit.

Taking her steady breathing as encouragement, I took tentatively ran one finger in to probe the lips of her pussy. The soft, sensitive skin there was familiar territory, but in the darkness it seemed like I was discovering her for the first time. I ran my finger up and down her outer labia, testing to see if my touch would change anything. I could feel the fragile hood of her clit, the nub just under that covering, and the barest slickness of her inner flesh. My cock ached and throbbed even as I felt my breath coming in short, worried bursts.

Soon my palm was pressed tightly to her saddle, two fingers stroking at her outer portal. Her thighs had moved gradually more apart from my urgings. By this time I had resigned myself to the fact that I'd be waking Cindy sooner or later, so I concentrated on softly rolling and rubbing her clit. Giving in to my protesting elbow, I carefully put my left knee on the bed between her legs and my other knee outside them, getting into a close crouching position, one that brought the tip of my hardness into soft contact with her upper thigh. Thank goodness the bed didn't creak!

To my satisfaction, Cindy's lower body began to slowly respond. It was slight at first, but I could feel her opening up, and her breathing started to become more pronounced and shallow. Excitedly, I deliberately probed between her pussy lips to test if she was wet, and to my joy my fingertip was met with a familiar, silky dew. Was she still asleep? At that moment, it didn't matter; I'd instinctively gone ahead with my reckless actions and succeeded in arousing her, that was all I could concentrate on. 

She started softly rocking against my fingers; growing bolder, I slid my hand almost completely under her and concentrated on steadily but softly caressing her warm cunt, rubbing her clit with my fingers. Cindy took a few long, satisfied-sounding breaths, so I knew I was doing something right. My cock crying out for some sort of touch, I dragged it carefully over the back of her thigh flesh, feeling a bit of my precum smear across her skin.

No doubt about it, my wife was growing very aroused. Whether it was a hot wet dream she was experiencing or she was feigning sleep hardly mattered now, but I hoped it was the former situation. Her hips started to roll slightly and her legs spread more apart, pressing slightly against mine as I straddled her. I could feel her wetness on my fingers.

Purposefully, I shifted slightly to get more comfortable and brought my other hand into play. Carefully I caressed her bottom and softly prized her right cheek apart from the other, giving me better access to her charms. I was howlingly aroused by now, and had to scrunch a bit then to keep my stiffened manhood in contact with her leg, so I'm sure that to anyone bursting into the room right then I'd have looked like some sort of animal. I stayed like that for awhile as I concentrated on bringing my wife as much pleasure as possible, hoping to bring her out of her sleep with a bang; I stroked, rubbed and slid my fingers over, under and into her sex, mindful that if Cindy were awake my insistent movements would have actually been too stimulating for her.

I was rewarded with her responding, all in a rush, as though she were on the short road to a super climax. It was hard to believe that she was still not awake as her hips raised slightly from the bed and she started rhythmically humping at my hand, her breath now ragged, little sounds of pleasure coming from deep in the pillow. My fingers were being ground against, to tell the truth; there was no mistaking the urgency in her movements. It was one of the sexiest memories of my life.

And then she was awake, like that, as though someone threw a switch. "Wha? Derek?" came from the head of the bed, jolting me out of my sexual reverie. The darkness of the room allowed me only to catch the shadow of her face as she struggled to turn it toward me. I marveled that her lower body continued to hump my hand.

"Oh, ohh..." she groaned with passion. I felt her hand reaching back at me. Miraculously, it found my dick just when I needed her touch the most. She grabbed it, moaned again, thrust at my hand more urgently, and then started pushing my swollen member toward her ass.

I came out of my stupor enough to get into position behind my wife just as she managed to struggle herself up onto all fours. I'm happy to say, at just that moment before I entered her willing cunt, the moonlight was coming through the window at just the right angle for me to enjoy the sight of her spread open before my lustful eyes. Even in the dim light I could see the slickness covering her naked sex, and above it the deep crevice of her ass and the cute pucker of her rear entrance.

I was in her like a knife through warm butter. Never had Cindy felt more velvety, wet and tight, all at the same time. And never had she cum so quickly from having me inside her than she did that night; it couldn't have been more than two or three thrusts, thrusts that brought my lower body into such delicious proximity to her needy passion that my groans joined-in with hers, when she tensed and cried out with joy. 

Her hips ground at me and her body shook, then ground and shook some more, then began a close, almost violent twisting that culminated in a big backward thrust against me. I held myself fully inside her and grasped that magnificent backside of hers with my hands, feeling her inner muscles spasm around my dick as she came. Now the bed was creaking!

It was very much all I could do not to cum inside her, but I stupidly hadn't prepared myself with a condom and we didn't want any babies; I forced myself to cease moving until my own passion subsided, delighting in the way my wife's orgasm gradually wound down until she collapsed onto the bed, taking me with her.

I reluctantly pulled out and lay by her side, holding her still-shaking form until she finally went still. When she turned sideways to face me I ran a hand down to touch her again, lightly, giving her one or two more pleasurable feels before resting my hand on her face. Wordlessly she reached down to return the favor, finding me still rampant and needy. 

We didn't say anything as she languidly stroked me, as familiar lovers know how to do, just kissed deeply as she jerked me up and down, using the remnants of her own arousal as lubrication. 

I played with her nipples, bent to suck at them, kissed the deepest part of her neck, and generally enjoyed playing with her luscious body as she continued to bring me pleasure. When, from the urgency of my deep kisses she could tell I was close, Cindy lay on her back and fluffed up the pillow behind her head.

"Bring that up here," she whispered, and soon I was again straddling my wife, this time with my knees on either side of her head. Cindy's practiced hands were manipulating me to the utmost, one cupping my hanging balls and the other stroking my cock as she held it before her face. It was a smooth, unhurried manipulation, one that drew me again and again to the point of orgasm, lessening just as she sensed I was about to cum. All the while she held her mouth open and her tongue outstretched; in the dim light it seemed sexier than ever, more shadowy and dreamlike than the many times she'd done this in better light.

Finally she ceased teasing and brought me all the way. I cried out from intense pleasure as I spurted my seed onto her tongue, over her lips and across her face, barely able to keep from falling over as the cum poured out of the tip of my swollen cock. Cindy waited patiently until I'd spent my load before wrapping her lips just over the head of my dick and swirling her tongue over it. Then she gently sucked at me to wring the last out, milking me into her warm mouth.

"Ready?" she asked sleepily. That meant, was I ready for her to turn on the bedside lamp? She knew how visual a man I am.

"Ready" I agreed. The brightness of the lamp nearly glued my eyes closed, but it was worth it to see my beautiful wife lying naked on the bed, like in some old oil painting, but in this case with her lovely features speckled, draped and smeared with the evidence of the great pleasure she'd given me.

I'll always remember those times. And, in case you're wondering: no, it wasn't the last time I woke her from a dream.



Sleeping Beauty



It's a mixture of shame and pride that I feel when I reminisce about the night I had sex with my son's girlfriend. Well, that sounds more polite than what actually happened. It makes me cringe to say it, but the fact is that I didn't do anything as sterile and euphemistic as "had sex" with her. I fucked her. Saying it makes me embarrassed, yet it also gives me an erection, which makes me feel bad all over again. But the memory is so compelling that I keep returning to it over and over -- I have probably masturbated remembering it at least fifteen times. I'm hoping that when I write this and get it off my conscience the thoughts will abate.

To keep this as anonymous as I can, I will use pseudonyms...Let's just say my son's name is Kyle, and he is a senior at the local public high school in the suburb of Cincinnati where we live. His girlfriend is "Kellie," also a senior, although she is eighteen. (I may be a traitorous scumbag, but I'm not a criminal!) From the minute Kyle brought her home I have been attracted to her. She's amazing -- perfect, even. She has long, dark brown hair which she normally keeps back in a ponytail, and light green eyes. Her skin is smooth and glowing, with a healthy tan that she has achieved largely by laying out by our pool all summer in her bikini. God, the times that I have looked out the window and watched her sprawled on a towel, only a piece of tied nylon across her back and the snug bottoms of her bathing suit hugging her round little ass so tightly. When she is on her back her breasts are firm enough to lay high on her chest and her bathing suit stretches wonderfully taut across her little mound. I can't help but compare her to my wife, fifty years old with breasts that sag into her armpits when she lays on her back and a vagina loosened by two births. Kellie's body is so firm and lean and young. Her legs and arms so slender, and her face so fresh and beautiful...I'm sure you can tell she drives me wild.

I had known that Kyle and Kellie were having sex before the night of the "incident." There was one late night when I was up with horrible insomnia that I heard Kyle's bedsprings creaking through the wall. I started listening harder and was able to hear Kellie making little noises, grunts and moans. I lay there next to my sleeping wife as I listened -- with a raging erection, I need not add -- to my son's girlfriend cum. God, when I write it all out like that it seems so sordid...and I guess it is.

Anyway, I will get to that night. My wife and I had gone to a friend's cocktail party. We had driven separately since we had both come from work. Kyle was on a camping trip with some buddies, and, as he was our usual sitter, we had recruited Kellie to watch our youngest -- Vanessa, 11 years old. That night I was tired from a long day and had gotten pretty buzzed at the party and left a bit early. My wife left as well but headed off to the house of a friend of hers to talk about some redecorating plans over a nightcap. So I arrived home alone around 11:30. When I walked into the living room it was fairly dim, only lit by the tv and a small lamp on the end table. Kellie was asleep on the couch, sprawled rather sloppily on her back in a skirt and tank top. Her legs were slightly parted, and I couldn't help but take advantage of the situation to have a little peek up her skirt. All I could see was a faint blur of her panties, but even that was enough to make my cock start twitching. I might be 53 but I'm not dead! I walked over close to the couch to turn on the brighter lamp on the other end table and kicked something under the couch. When I bent down to pick it up I was surprised to find a pint of booze. Vodka, actually. Empty. I was pissed at first and tried to wake Kellie up to give her a piece of my mind about drinking while she was responsible for my daughter. But she didn't respond to my saying her name or even to my shaking her shoulder. Then another thought occurred to me.

She was drunk and dead to the world. Surely she wouldn't wake up if I touched a tit. I should have just stopped then and told myself I was being ridiculous, but I didn't. I reached out and softly cupped her right breast. God it was so perfect, it filled up my hand, a soft little globe. I tried to find her nipple with my fingers but it was difficult to make it out through her bra. So my next idea was to pull her shirt up and have a little look, just to satisfy my curiosity, I told myself. I looked around the living room to make sure that Vanessa wasn't sleeping somewhere nearby, then slowly, slowly pulled the hem of Kellie's shirt up. I had to sort of pull it up under her back, too, which was tricky and took some time, but eventually I got the shirt hem up to her armpits. Her bra was white and made out of a see-through lace. I could make out the light pink of her nipples through the fabric. Now I was raging hard. So what do you think I did? I lifted up the bottom of her bra over her titties. They were two triangles of white in the middle of her tanned torso, topped by soft, slightly puffy pink nipples. I palmed one of them. They were warm and soft, and I tickled her nipple with my finger really softly. It puckered up and got stiff. Kellie didn't even stir. I hardened up her other nipple.

I got down on my knees beside the couch and leaned over and, looking out of the side of my eyes so that I could see her face and watch for any signs of waking, I sucked on one of her young breasts. I didn't even think about them being the same breasts that my son probably sucked and licked. And then I did what was to me the next logical step and pulled up the bottom of her skirt. She had panties that matched the bra -- sheer lacy white. I picked up her nearest leg by the knee and calf and pulled it to the side so that her lower leg dangled off the side of the couch. I reached between her legs and pulled her panties gently to the side -- just to look, I said. Her little peach was smooth as a baby's bottom -- not a hair or even stubble in sight. Her lips were parted and her clit poked out ever so slightly. Surely she wouldn't wake if I just stroked her with a fingertip. I ran the tip of my index finger gingerly up the crack of her pussy, up over her clit, and sure enough she slept on. I wriggled a fingertip inside her hole. She was wet -- must have been having a good dream. I had to taste her.

I carefully pulled her legs to the front of the couch and gently set her heels on the floor. I inched her panties off of her hips, down her legs, and finally off of her feet. After a moment's consideration, I pulled her legs apart wide enough to fully expose her pussy. She slept peacefully, unaware of the slutty, brazen posture of her body. I got back down on my knees between her legs and leaned in. With both of my index fingers, I pulled her pussy lips wide open and allowed myself a long look at the beautiful, pearl pink of her vulva. I could smell her: that warm, salt-scented tang of fresh pussy. I moved my face between her slender, tanned thighs and wriggled the tip of my tongue into her vagina. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth to taste her -- she was sweet and fresh and salty like tears. I can exactly remember the taste as I type -- as well as all the guilt and fear of discovery that I felt even as my penis strained at the front of my slacks. I slid my tongue back inside her and surreptitiously fucked her with the tip of my tongue. I moved my mouth up and suckled her clit gently. Her left thigh twitched against my ear and I stopped in horror, thinking that perhaps she had woken up. But after a pause of 30 seconds or so I felt comfortable enough to get back to it. I started slowly circling my tongue in circles around her clit, and noticed that it had become slightly fat and swollen. I was turning her on.

By now I had a hard-on like I hadn't had in literally years. My cock and balls were pounding and aching. I undid my pants and pulled my cock out with the thought of stroking myself off while I continued to eat her out, and directly afterwards putting her panties back on and laying her back down, perhaps with a blanket over her to complete the appearance of innocence. Instead I gently gripped her hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch. I remember I could barely breathe as I got up on my knees and sort of waddled up between her legs. On the tv a newscaster was talking about a water main break that had flooded a local elementary school, and I remember making a note that it hadn't been Vanessa's. With the thumb and index finger of my left hand I spread Kellie's labia, then leaned over and let a glob of spit fall onto her. I was aiming for her hole, but hit her clit instead. I watched the saliva run down over her little pink nub, down in between her inner labia and finally pool in the opening of her vagina. 

With my right hand I grabbed my erection and steered it toward her. When the head of my cock reached her entrance I rubbed it around to slick up the head; I rubbed it up and down the opening of her vagina, then briefly over her clit until all of her vulva was shining and wet. Then I returned the head of my cock to the opening of her cunt and -- going agonizingly slow -- eased the tip of my erection inside her. I watched the fat, swollen head of my cock slowly disappear underneath her juicy, swollen clit, and felt it enter the slick, hot velvet of her cunt. I wish I could properly describe how tight and elastic she felt, and how her pussy felt like it was gripping me. I spat in my right palm and started to jerk off, just holding the tip of my penis inside her. When I stopped holding her lips apart with my left hand, they naturally spread out slightly around my cock so that her clit was still exposed. I should mention that I have been gifted with a larger-than-average penis. It's not porn-star quality by any means, but it is nearly 8 inches long and -- a feature that I know my wife once enjoyed -- quite thick. I don't know the exact circumference. So it wasn't too difficult for me to start masturbating while half inside her.

The only real problem was that I couldn't keep myself from pushing further and further inside Kellie, until I finally dropped all pretense of masturbating and took my hand away. I worked myself up in her cunt until I was all the way inside her. I could feel the head of my cock pressed against her cervix. Her pussy felt so tight that it was almost like it was squeezing me back out. Once again I compared Kellie to my wife, whose vagina had lost most of its elasticity. I could only get real enjoyment out of it in certain positions where my wife's legs weren't spread very wide, thus making at least the outside of her vagina tighter. Kellie was entirely different. It reminded me of having sex when I was a teenager -- both the feel of her and the quality of my erection and arousal.

I tenderly put my forearms under Kellie's knees and lifted them onto my shoulders, then leaned over her with my hands on the couch cushion at her sides. I couldn't hold back anymore. The only thing I could think of was just to fuck her fast enough to make me cum before she woke up. I started to thrust in and out of her. I could feel my balls pressing against her firm little ass. Her tits jiggled slightly with every stroke. It was heaven. In less than a minute I felt my balls tightening up, and I was unable to stifle a groan. Suddenly her legs came to life on my shoulders! She stirred and mumbled my son's name! There was no stopping now. I needed to cum fast. I started jackhammering into her cunt, and her eyes fluttered open. She said my son's name again, boozy and slurring. I said her name, I don't know why, and felt my balls shift and my cock surge and strain in her tight, young little cunt. I knew I should have pulled out, but instead I drove into her as deep as I could and unleashed what felt like a pint of semen inside her. I was trying not to make any noise but wasn't very successful. It was the most intense orgasm I think I have ever had. Just as my cock was finishing it's final contractions, Kellie said "Mr. Hammond?" sounding very puzzled indeed. I panicked. I yanked my penis out of her and fumbled it back into my pants. Her legs flopped limply back onto the floor but her arms were moving and her eyes were struggling to focus.

"C'mon, honey," I said as I stood up, then pulled her up. I had to literally hold her up as I straightened her skirt back down over her ass. There was no time to mess with her panties, she was becoming alert quickly. I pushed her panties underneath the couch with my shoe, then quickly steered her toward the door. Her legs were buckling under her the whole way, and I practically had to drag her. "We need to get you home, it's late," I kept telling her, trying to sound normal. I dragged her out of the house and plopped her into the front seat of my car. As I helped her with her seatbelt I noticed that her bra was still up around her armpits and her tits were hanging out. No time to fix it - at least not in my driveway, where my wife would be arriving any minute now. I backed out of the driveway and drove off.

Those are the most important details. I got her home and had to watch her stagger into her house, hoping and praying that her parents didn't wake up and notice her state of disarray. I wondered what she would think in the morning when she awoke with a pussy full of cum...I hoped that she would attribute it to Kyle. The fact that I had ejaculated inside of her set me off on several panicked trains of thought. Pregnancy, DNA tests, that sort of thing. As of writing this, to my knowledge no one has found out about what I did. I found out that Kellie was taking my wife's pain medication, and had probably taken some of it that night, which would explain her absence of response during the act and absence of memory afterwards. Even though I had busted her abusing alcohol and drugs in the house, I didn't prohibit Kyle from seeing her. She still comes over all the time. Honestly, I am secretly waiting and wondering if I will ever get another golden little opportunity like the last time. The thought sickens and intrigues me. Every time I look at her, I remember what her little cunt looked like wrapped around my cock. My writing this detailed description -- aside from giving me an exhibitionistic thrill -- will hopefully dull these memories and give me some peace. I hope that you got some enjoyment at my expense.



Sleeping Beauty



On the day she turned eighteen, Rose fell under an awful spell, making her sleep for one hundred years. But her true love, Prince Philip was not letting that happen. He slayed the evil witch and dragon with help of a magic sword and shield. He ran up to the tower where Rose slept in a white night gown made of fine silk. Even in the state of sleep she aroused him. It had only been yesterday he met her deep in the woods gathering wild flowers. They had danced and began to kiss and touch. He had layed her on the grass and made her cum wildly for her first time. No other man had touched her like him.

Her golden hair was around her and her lips were full and colored as roses. He wanted that mouth on him. He wanted to claim her now so no one would take her from him again.

Philip went to her and kissed her softly, and within seconds her eyes opened. Those violet eyes saw him and smiled. He smiled and kissed her again. 

He looked down at her. "Let me make you mine now, my Rose."

"Yes,"She begged."Take me."

She went into his arms and he held her against him, letting her feel his hard erection. He kissed her neck making her moan.

I want to be deep in that tight pussy of yours," Philip said to her.

"Then do it. I want you." She breathed.

He tore her silk gown off, and groaned at how lush and perfect she was. She had full breasts with pink nipples. Her bottom was small and softy rounded. He squeezed it in his hand and began to suck on a nipple making her cry out.

"Yes... oh yes, harder"! She begged him.

From behind his fingers found her wet slit and stroked her. She was so wet for him he wanted to take her now. Yet it was her first time so he would be kind.

"Please," She moaned.

He kissed down her sweet body and moved her legs apart and put his mouth on her pussy, making her whimper and tug on his thick hair. He sucked on her clit and she screamed, cuming hard.

He picked her up and set her on the bed, and began to undress. Rose took in the sight with pleasure. He was tall,well muscled and hard all over. Then his thick cock sprang out and she shivered. She wanted that body on hers!

"Oh, Philip," She licked her lips. 

He came and laid over her, his brown eyes meeting her pretty violet eyes. He rubbed his thick cock along her wet slit. "You are so lovely."

She smiled and kissed him, tongues meeting and he thrust deeply to the hilt with one strong thrust. She cried out in pain against his mouth.

"Easy, my love," He said softly. "Lay still for a moment."

Rose hurt, he was so big and thick! She felt tears stinging her eyes. She moved her hips, and he moved with her, and began to thrust. It began to feel better and then he began to suck on a nipple and her body felt no more pain. He groaned, thrusting deep. She felt so hot and tight and just amazing to him.

Philip kissed her breasts and neck and she ran her fingers down his spine, making him thrust roughly. She moved with him really wanting to cum again.

"Yes, harder... More," She asked, panting. 

He thrust hard to the hilt and ground his pelvic bone against her clit and she cried out, arching as she found release. He spilled his hot seed inside her.

Philip was still inside her. She was flushed and panting, pleasure all over her face. He pulled out and she sighed.

"More," She said and smiled at him. " Oh please!"

Philip grinned. "You like to cum"?

"Oh, yes."

"Want me in that tight wet pussy"?

"Yes"! She begged.

He chuckled and flipped her onto her belly and went on his knees behind her. He pulled her bottom up and nipped her cheeks and then thrust deeply, making her scream in pleasure. 

"That's right, Rose. Take me hard and deep." He said roughly and she moaned in bliss. He pounded into and she accepted him. He pulled her up so she was on her knees and her back against his chest. 

"Touch those nipples, Rose."

She moaned and did, playing with her pink nipples and squeezing her breasts. He found her clit and rubbed. Rose bucked and squeezed her breasts harder as he pumped. He kissed her shoulder and then bit, giving her a love bite. 

He came deep inside her, and she followed, bucking against him.

After he pulled out and they fell on to the bed. Rose was in his arms still panting, with a satisfied look on her pretty face. Philip held her to him, thankful he woke his Sleeping Beauty.



Sleeping Beauty



This is an entry in the Nude Day Contest, but it's not a Nude Day story. Contest rules suggest exhibitionism or public nudity as acceptable themes, so I thought I'd write a little piece about an experiment from my second marriage. (We are no longer married.) If you're going to vote, please read clear to the end. Thank you for stopping by.

Sleeping beauty (An erotic experiment pushes the boundaries of marriage.)

"Are you sure about this?" Harley asked, scratching at his scraggly beard. "What if she wakes up?"

"Dude," I reassured him, "my wife can sleep through a hurricane."

"And she's gonna be naked? No ratty old T-shirt? No panties?"

"Bare-assed naked, 365 nights a year."

As I lead Harley down the hall, I couldn't help but wonder if I was making a horrible mistake. Is it normal, letting some loser you used to know from work see your wife naked? Of course not. Why was I doing it? I was asking myself that very question, standing there in the doorway, blocking Harley's view.

"Dude!" Harley whispered, trying to peek over my shoulder, "you promised."

"And you promised not to tell, right?" That was the important part. My wife is a public school teacher. She can't afford any kind of scandal that could threaten her job security, especially now that my unemployment benefits have expired and I still can't find a job.

"I promise," Harley whispered. 

Against my better judgment, Harley and I entered the bedroom. Adjusting to the dim light cast by the tiffany lamp, we found my wife lying on her side, her long black hair splayed on the pillow like an ink spill from an artist's pen. Her alabaster back was half hidden under the sheet, the curve of her body swooping down from her shoulders like a roller coaster bottoming out at her waist and then climbing back up at her hips. 

The smell of Zest soap hung like a wispy cloud over the bed. Silently, I lifted the sheet and slowly pulled it down her languid form. From our vantage point, we could see her right breast cradled in the crook of her arm, the pink nipple soft and supple looking. As the sheet slithered lower, Harley let out a raspy gasp. One more little tug and her naked ass was showing, porcelain white and glassy smooth. She was in a relaxed fetal position, revealing her anus and the back of her puffy pussy.

As we tiptoed to the end of the bed, I took a deep breath, and with one final flick of my wrist, removed the last corner of the sheet from her beautiful body. Now we could see everything. Her labia appeared to be protruding from between her legs, almost as if her shaved sex was two sizes too large for her body. With her slit smooth and pink, the twin mounds all puffy and round, it looked like her whole body had been Photoshopped to perfection. Even her anus looked impeccable, like it had never been utilized for it's intended purpose.

Standing at the end of the bed, we could smell her sex; a rich animal odor tinged with something sweet, like candy. I crouched down for a better view, letting Harley know he could do the same. From this new vantage point, we could see that her slit was glistening wet, like a woman's mouth when she licks her lips before a kiss.

As we stood back up, I could see Harley readjusting his dick, aiming his hard-on out the side of his shorts, no doubt. Of course I was sickened by the thought of this loser scumbag having any sort of intimate relationship with my wife, but that was not the plan - at least not yet.

As we crept to the other side of the bed, Harley feasted his eyes on my wife's perfect tits. They're not large by any means, but they are proportioned in such a way that when you see them from the side, they appear to be slightly pointed, but when you see them from the front, they're more roundish. I admit, when I first met her, it was her tits that infatuated me, but as I got to know her, I realized there was much more to this lovely woman than just her amazing body.

Staring down at her angelic face, so peaceful, so innocent, I was struck with a profound feeling of loss, knowing that what I was about to do would change us forever. Letting out a quiet sigh, I reached out and gave her shoulder a tender nudge. As if in slow motion, she rolled over onto her back, her right arm flopping to her side, her soft breasts sliding across her chest searching for their new center of gravity. 

She was lying still now, her right tit settled with its rapidly-puckering nipple aimed directly at the ceiling, her left one pointing off to the side, which was a common sight for me, since that's the one I woke up next to every morning. While Harley stared, I crept back to the foot of the bed to make further adjustments. 

Meg's left leg was bent at the knee, but her right one was straight, affording a less than ideal view of her beautiful cunt. Carefully, with a gentle and loving touch, I pulled her right knee up and out, opening her up as if she was beckoning me to make love. Suddenly, Harley was at the foot of the bed next to me, his mouth hanging open, his breath raspy, almost as if he was snoring. We stared at my wife's pussy for a long time. It was totally exposed now, the lips pursed, the hood over her clit revealing the tiniest hint of her shiny red bud. 

With my last ounce of resolve, I leaned on the bed with one hand and then reached up with two fingers to nudge her labia open. She flinched when I touched her, and her breathing changed, becoming sporadic, labored. By this time, Harley had given up on hiding his hard-on. It was as obvious as if he had stuffed a pistol in his pocket. 

"Oh fuck," he whispered. "You are one lucky motherfucker." He pressed his hand against the bulge in his pants, contracting his body as if he had to take a crap. "I've got to get home and fuck the old lady," he moaned. "This is too much."

We stood there for a few more moments, luxuriating in my wife's innocent, unspoiled beauty, and then we left, creeping through the house in silence. On the one hand, I felt like a total sleezebag pulling a stunt like this. What kind of jerk invites another man into his house to spy on his wife while she's sleeping? On the other hand, I had this giddy feeling, like when you're a kid and you make it past the cash register at the corner store with a pack of stolen gum in your pocket. Yes, I had gotten away with doing something very bad, but was it worth it?

When we got to the front door, Harley turned to shake my hand. "I've got to hand it to you Jeff, that was better than my wildest dreams. You've got yourself one fine bitch there."

I bristled at the "bitch" remark, suddenly feeling quite protective of my precious Meg, but what could I do? The offer had been made to Harley, and he had accepted it. It was now time to deal with the consequences. I watched as he pulled a wrinkled twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and dropped it in my hand. Was a ruined marriage worth twenty dollars? I would soon find out. 

The second Harley's car door slammed shut, I hurried back through the house, anxious to get to the bedroom, and yet dreading what I would find there. At this point I was certain I had screwed up, big time, but we all have to learn the hard way, don't we? I reached the door, took a deep breath, and strolled in.

"Oh God Jeff," Meg moaned, "that was so hot!" Her legs were spread wide, one hand on her mound, the other with two fingers jammed into her cunt. "When you touched my pussy, I almost lost it." 

"That's how you wanted it, right?" I asked, hoping I'd handled the situation to her satisfaction.

"You did good, honey," she sighed, her hips rising and falling in a slow steady rhythm. "Now, come fuck me?" She closed her eyes and moaned the way she does right before she cums.

As I whipped off my jeans, I couldn't shake the pang in the pit of my stomach. Had Meg's little plan been a mistake? And what would happen next time? Or the time after that? Would it escalate to the point where other men would be fucking her while I watched?

Shaking off my crippling doubts, I climbed between her legs and shoved my dick into her welcoming pussy. At least there, buried deep inside her, I could pretend our love was safe and sound. 



Waking Beauty



She woke. Looking into the angry red glare of the alarm clock she wondered why she was awake at 4:13 am. The bed moved. And again... She lay still with her eyes open trying to keep from disturbing her mate. The bed moved again and a groan was heard. She smile acknowledging the rhythm that the bed had began moving with and the gasps of her lover. 

Being turned away from her partner, hearing and feeling the motion of the bed she clenched her thighs around her body pillow. As the momentum from the other side of the bed built she ground her now throbbing clit against the seam of the pillow. Slowly at first then faster as she felt her partner work towards climax. She knew now that if her partner wasn't lost in the throws of pleasure that they'd notice her humping her pillow.

"Uhhng." She let slip as she ground hard against her stuffed partner. 

She slid a hand between her thighs as she bit a finger from her opposing hand to keep silent. What the hell was she doing? If she just turned over she could touch a real live, warm, delicious, body hers for the taking.But to listen... oh to listen to her lover fucking themselves was so arousing she couldn't help but enjoy the near voyeurism of it. 

She slid her tongue across the ridge her teeth had left as she worked two digits between her slick folds, toying with her tingling edges. She stilled just at the brink of her tight eager pit as she felt the bed next to her convulse under the ecstasy of her partner. She let go an exasperated gasp knowing it was all over before it began for her. 

To ease her aching nethers she clenched and unclenched her thighs around her fingers and pillow moving as little as possible in hopes of cooling down without experiencing the hard ache that a sudden stop left. She felt her bed mate roll over.

If only they would fall asleep fast, she too could find her bliss. Again this was all crazy! She should just roll over and take them. Demand it, taste them, feel them, breath them, become one with them. But no... It seemed wrong, like she'd discovered a secret they wanted to keep.

Sucking on the finger she had chosen to keep her quiet, she began to slip the hand between her thighs away letting her hopes of self indulgence leave her. In her motion a warmth engulfed her hand causing her to yelp in surprise. A hand covered her mouth pulling her head back firmly as the warmth over her hand forced it back between her thighs diligently working her own fingers between the folds of her slick satin warmth. 

Startled, she calmed herself knowing that this was her beloved. She drew in a breath behind the hand that covered her mouth flexing against the dual thickness of the fingers inside her. Her two accompanied by her partners atop them while her sweet tormentor ground themselves hotly against her cool ass, thrilled her. 

Laying in the dark seeing only the red glow of the clock she lost herself in the forced flicks of her fingers via her lovers, nay, takers. At this point it was clear that she wasn't being loved, she was being conquered and forcefully as her partner worked her faster and harder sliding her hand away to unroll a third finger and force it along with their own inside her. It was almost too much but to feel the demanding wetness grinding against her backside spurred her wanton pussy into a frenzy.

She bucked, working her ass against the wet hot desire behind her and against the hands that worked inside her. The instigator of her pleasure groaned, moaned and bit her sharply. In a moment of overwhelm the hand over her mouth slid to bind itself with her now sex wild hair, pulling her roughly against them. She cried out only to have her conqueror jerk her tighter still, forcing more than she thought she could take inside her. Grinding and stuffing and pulling and biting, she'd only dreamed of such abuse in such a sweet way. 

Easing down the back of her body, she felt her tormentor slide forcing her beneath them as they still manipulated her own fingers like enchanted puppets. Spread open to the cool air she felt the magmatic heat of lips and tongue pulling at her clit, spilling her head against the pillows with a gasp ridden cry. The mouth worked her, the hand that held hers captive forced her open to make room for tongue. The fight was over. Her toes curled, her body no longer her own as she lifted her hips grinding against the efforts below begging for more. 

It came. The orgasm came so fast that there was no holding it back. Her heat filled juices rinsed her takers mouth while her inner ridges gripped at both fingers and tongue. Her hips worked hard, smearing against both her hand, her lovers and their face tightly against her tremoring pussy. 

Waves of heat and desire rolled through her body. She gripped her pillow, while her lover worked her slowly to the end. At last the last bits of sexual frustration were pulled from her via her own fingertips. It was as if forever and seconds passed simultaneously before she felt her partner move gently behind her and pull her into a warm embrace. 

"Goodnight baby" came the feminine voice behind her.

She smiled.

"Goodnight."



Sleeping Beauty



In a silent kingdom, in the depths of the woods, an entire village slept. The curse had remained for 100 years. The legend of Aurora, the Sleeping Beauty was heard on the lips of every parent and child for a century in neighboring lands. Princes, brave and honorable, had tried to save her, climbing through the deadly thorns of the roses tipped with poison, yet, none had survived. Well, Alaric DuPres was not a Prince, but he was not afraid of the legends, the mythical curse, and he doubted there really was a beautiful Princess in the castle. Alaric was the son of the blacksmith, you see, from a Kingdom not so far away from this one.

It was already late one evening, when Alaric had decided to brave the rose thorns, for he was an excellent climber, and go into the castle once and for all. Even Alaric was surprised to find that the task was easy for him. He could not understand why so many of the high bred Princes had failed. He found himself standing alone in the castle's banquet hall. He found a sconce quickly and lit it, finding himself not alone after all in the dim flicker of light. Dozens of nobles slept at the table. So, that part of the legend is true! He mused. But what about the Princess? He turned on his heels and hurried to search for her.

On a divan of blue satin, rumpled with the wear of age, he found her. Yes, this must be her, you see, for she was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. He feasted his eyes on her, a vision of supple breasts and curvy hips beneath the thin cover of silk on her nightdress.

Alaric had read the stories many times before and he knew what had to be done to wake her from the curse. Smiling triumphantly, he removed his shirt, the ballooning sleeves falling to the floor at his feet and he revealed a tautly muscular chest and narrowed waist. He kneeled to her and looked at her silky hair, long and auburn red, with curls at her temples. He let his hand move down over her sleeping body, to the thatch of hair between her legs that grew moist and warm the moment he touched it. This was the same silky red, and he took luxury in sliding his fingers through the slit there, feeling the little hard nub of her clit harden. She stirred. He must kiss her, he knew it, and she would wake from her slumber of 100 years!

He felt her stir sleepily under him, a smile on her face as if she were experiencing a lush dream. She touched her own breasts as in a private moment, and he took lead and pulled the thin straps of her dress away from her shoulders, pinching her hard little pink nipples in his thumb and forefinger. She moaned but still, she slept. Alaric tasted the hardness of her nipples, like two tiny stones, and he suckled them, softly at first, then hard, pulling and plucking to let her nipples snap back again when he released them from the grip of his teeth.

Her pussy became wet and he slipped a thick finger into the deep tightness there, parting her legs with one hand as he sucked her nipples. Oh yes, this was ecstasy but would she wake...he must kiss her! Slowly he moved down to her navel, pushing up her skirts to reveal a slender belly and jutting hips. Her legs were parted and the moist, glistening hair at her pussy lips welcomed him. He bent to her, touching lightly the soft and steamy pink of her exposed flesh, her pussy throbbing it seemed, under his touch. He could bare it no longer, his cock raging! With an almost violent plunge, he dipped his tongue into the folds of her pussy, lapping up the sweet musky juices and sucking at the tight lips. He felt her buck then in shock, and he playfully bit her secret lips before raising to see her eyes open.

And what lovely eyes they were, azure blue and full of wondrous spirit. She was awake, and everywhere throughout the castle, he could here the people come alive, stirring and confused. Aurora looked up at the man who had saved her, and she sighed softly with a shy turn of her head as she parted her legs and smiled.

Alaric unfastened his breeches and took out his impressive organ, swollen pink and iron hard with his passion. Aurora gasped a tiny bit and then became visibly excited, rubbing her clit with her delicate hands. Alaric obliged her and positioned himself between her lovely legs, and pressed his cock against the wet curve of her pussy and her thigh.

"My Prince..." she sighed.

And he plunged deep into her, hard and merciless, feeling the thin sheath of her virginity give way to the massive length of his cock. He rode her, pushing his cock hard into her, then pulling all the way out before slamming back in again, and she was inflamed, bucking her hips against him and crying out, not knowing what name to call.

Alaric felt his cock tighten and his balls brush repeatedly and pleasurably against her ass as he rocked her. Her breasts were bouncing with the movement and he watched them flush pink and swollen with her first orgasm rushing through her. She held to him tightly, sighing little "ooh's" when he slammed into her. Quickly, he turned her over onto her hands and knees and delighted in seeing the supple curve of her ass in the air and the pink and almost hidden lips of her pussy peeking out from between her thighs. He wasted no time in shoving his cock into her and skewering her on his length, helplessly. Another sigh from her and an orgasm flushed her again, this time, hot juices dampening her thighs and giving her pussy a magnificent glistening wetness. He gave her a few more ruthless thrusts and released inside her, spilling his boiling cum into her tightness and shuddering with the pleasure of it. She tightened around his cock, her pussy spasming and he leaned back to watch his own cum drip from her pussy like thick milk.

"Oh My Prince..." she sighed.

"No, Princess. I am a mere blacksmith's son. No Prince of stubborn birth could fuck you so hard." He replied.

Her blue eyes fluttered, "Then show me again, how un-noble you are." She almost purred.

Smiling, Alaric lifted her up from the divan. He had many things planned for this Princess. And now that he had lifted the curse, he had many things to teach her.



Sleeping Beauty



Time stood still for the people of Winico as the grave news of Princess Rose broke. Not only had a witch attempt to end her life but now the princess was in a fatal coma. 

For years I dreamed of confessing my undying affection for her but now that wish seems mortally unfeasible. 

Healers from all across the land rushed to the princess, trying their best to cure her and break her from the spell. But alas, only the witch that cursed her could save her from impending death. Many Princes travelled far and wide to join the hunt for the escaped witch as the King had promised his daughters hand in marriage to the victor. 

Never. 

Over my dead fucking body would I let another man touch my beautiful Princess. 

Without hesitation I rush to the palace to see the King.

"Your majesty, I am but a humble carpenter from our small town but, I would like to join the others in competing for your daughters' hand," I say, bowing my head in strict accordance. 

The King spits his wine in shock and throws his head back in hysterical laughter. He turns to the Queen who mimics his amusement. 

Her flawless beauty is undeniable. Creamy skin, dark hair, full red lips and a voluptuous chest with only a hint of a sag but, she doesn't compare to her nubile, virginal daughter.

"You? Peasant? Want to compete for our daughters hand in marriage? Are you ill with the plague or simply out of your mind?" she presses, stifling a grin. 

The servants join the King and Queen in ridiculing my plea with sneers and chuckles. 

I swallow hard but fight to retain my confidence.

"Your highness... Yes, I have no money or land but I do have expert knowledge of the woods where the witch resides. The others aren't familiar with our lands, surely I could be of great assistance at the very least," I insist.

The room quiets as the King holds his chin, contemplating my offer with a dim smile while the Queen glares violently, brusquely reminding me that I am beneath them.

She parts her lips to speak but the King stops her.

"The peasant has made a fair point. If he can find the witch and cure the Princess, he may marry my daughter." 

"Your Majesty!" the Queen objects, turning violently in her golden throne.

"But, since this outcome is highly improbable, he would in the meantime be of assistance to the more capable suitors," he finishes.

I clench my fist behind my back and grit my teeth, never have I been this humiliated. I will prove to them that I am more than capable of saving the princess. Biting my tongue I nod and leave the palace to join the others.

The sun has now set and many suitors have given up the search and acrimoniously returned to their kingdoms. 

I know the witch would be elusive but I'm confident in beginning my search. On my horse I enter the dark forest where only a few other suitors dared and locate the mystical waterfall I have been warned of. 

She's probably behind the stream. The water was said to be infested with venomous snakes, bringing instant death to anyone who entered. Staring at the bottom of the stream I contemplate my options and use my carpentry skills to build a raft. 

Once my raft is complete, I yield my sword and paddle through the snake pit nearly falling as I climb the unstable rocks. I jump, pushing my body through the stream and land in the cave it masks. 

I proceed with great caution - I have never faced a witch before.

I stop upon hearing a noise ahead that leads to a lit section of the cave. That must be the witch! I draw my sword and hold it at my side prepared to strike.

While the witch is focused on her bubbling brew I force my sword through her black heart. She shrieks in a deafening tone as she falls to the ground, writhing in agony.   

"Tell me," I demand. "Tell me how I can cure her!"

She spits at me and laughs. I press my sword further into her, turning the blade as I do.

"Enough," she cries. "Enough."

"Tell me witch!" 

"The only thing that can wake Princess Rose and save her from her impending death - is an orgasm," she chuckles, spitting blood in my face. 

I raise my sword and drive it through her head, killing her instantly. 

The sun is rising and the Princess only has hours to live. I rush to the palace as quickly as I can. 

I force my way into the royal chambers and hold a bag above my head.

"What is this?" he yells.

"That's the witches head. A deal is a deal your highness, I gave you the witch so I get your daughters hand," I demand.

The King struggles to find his words with an equally flabbergasted Queen at his side.

"Impossible!" she hisses.

I retrieve the bag and let the witches head roll to the Queens feet.

"If that's all, I'd like to go to the Princess now," I insist. 

The King reluctantly nods to the guard who takes me to Princess Rose's living quarters. 

The room is quiet, disturbingly so. The guard unwillingly leaves me and returns to his post at the Kings side. 

I marvel at the sleeping beauty before me, clothed in layers of white silk, a dress that covered her from neck to toe. Her gorgeous full lips are making my cock twitch. Finally, I am going to have my way with her, a woman I have fantasized about for years. 

I sit beside her, and brush her brown hair away from her gorgeous face. I pull her warm hand to my lips and gently kiss it. Fuck she's beautiful.

Unable to contain my excitement, I undo her white virginal corset revealing the most exquisite breasts I've seen. Her waist is small but fuck her breasts are at least a DD cup. My hand reaches for them, covering them and pinching her delicious nipples. Mmm, they're so firm.

I squeeze each one of her gorgeous mounds, unleashing my straining erection as I do.

Slowly, I lick each nipple. Encircling it with my tongue then sucking hard - she tastes so fucking good. I move my hand down between her warm thighs, parting her creamy legs. I kiss her all the way down till I reach her dark bush. 

I bury my tongue between her legs, slowly opening her lips and tugging on her clit when suddenly, I feel her move. 

It must be working!

I continue to tongue fuck her, licking her sweet nectar is driving me craze. I need to fuck her.

I know the Princess is a virgin but I would love to take her ass, maybe next time.

Her pussy is so wet, ready, and waiting for me to enter her. 

I take off the rest of my clothes and hers as well. The sight of her completely naked is enough to send any sane man over the edge but I have to concentrate – make her cum!

I position my throbbing cock between her milky thighs letting my tip open her lips. 

Her scent is intoxicating; her juices are dripping on the sheets. I take a deep breath and force my cock inside her. I'm fucking her as slowly as I can but she's so tight, making it impossible for me to stay focused. 

Her firm breasts are bouncing as I'm pounding her delicious flesh and I bite on her neck, unable to resist.

Fucking her long and hard, her legs begin to quiver as I feel her coming to orgasm.

I pound her harder, losing myself in her glorious pussy.

She lets out a loud moan as he pussy tightens on my cock; she squirts her juices on me.

Unable to hold it any longer, I thrust harder and harder into her shooting my cum into her deliciousness. Still inside of her, she finally opens her eyes.



Sleeping Beauty



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Sleeping Beauty



Catholic school field hockey practice is a bitch. It’s long, it’s hard, and because I’m the goalie, it’s lonely. Well, after practice on Friday when Michelle, our best forward, asked if I wanted to come over for a slumber party, I jumped at the chance.

“Sure,” I said. “How many people are going to be there.”

“Including you and me,” she said putting her hand on my shoulder, “two.”

We laughed and agreed that we we’d ride in her car and she’d take me back to pick up mine the next day. We had a good time and laughed the whole way to her house, talking about boys, what it would be like to be in college next year, and what a major league bitch our coach was. 

“I hear she’s a lezie, too” Michelle sneered.

“A what?” I asked.

“A lesbian, Sara,” she said. “You know, a ho-mo-sex-u-al.”

“Oh gross,” I said.

We arrived at her place, I met her parents, then we went up to her room to hang out. She had a cool room with lots of posters on the wall: Ben Harper, Phish, Widespread Panic, and more. I sat down on the edge of her bed. She sat down on a beanbag across from me. We got to talking about field hockey again, and I expressed how I felt kind of alienated being the goalie. If we won Michelle got the credit for scoring, if we lost everyone blamed me for not guarding better. 

“Yeah,” she said standing up, “But I know you love it.”

“Why would I love it?” I asked.

“Cause you get to watch all of us girls in our miniskirts from behind,” She turned around lifted up her skirt, exposing black silk panties, and wagged her tight little butt in my face.

“Not true,” I exclaimed and playfully slapped her ass.

“Lezie!” She gasped, shooting me a mock face of disgust. 

All of a sudden she jumped backwards at me, and we fell backwards towards the bed, my arms wrapping around her to catch her. One hand landed on her thigh, while the other grazed her breast. She reached up grabbed my hand and squeezed it to her breast, as she let out a little moan. My pulse jumped. I’d never touched another girl before, not like this. I’d never touched a guy for that matter either. But before my back even hit the bed we heard Michelle’s mom call from downstairs. 

“Dinner time!” she called up the stairs.

“We’re coming,” Michelle yelled back as she hopped off of me, hopped off of the bed. 

I lay there for a minute and watched Michelle throw open the door and hurry out of the room. What did all this mean? Was she mad at me? Did she hate me? Would she let me touch her again? I hurried downstairs.

I tried to enjoy my dinner, but Michelle wouldn’t make eye contact with me and her cute older brother, a sophomore in college, who was home for the weekend, kept flirting with me. I kept ignoring him, but it was all a little weird. When dinner was over we went back upstairs. We didn’t say much to each other as we took turns in the bathroom, brushing our teeth and getting ready for bed.

Still in my uniform, I laid down on my side on one side of the bed and waited for her to come in. She came in, also in her uniform and laid down facing me. 

“Do you like my brother,” she asked.

“What? No!” I said. “He wouldn’t leave me alone!”

We talked about it for awhile. She said that every time she brings a friend over they always talk about how cute her brother is. I assured her that I didn’t want anything to do with him, and soon the conversation drifted over to some other topic. We talked about a lot of different stuff, but at some point I must have drifted off to sleep. 

I awoke when I felt something nudge me and realized it was her leg. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even, but in her sleep she’d wrapped her leg over me. I looked at her pretty tan face, her long eyelashes, her blond hair, still tied up in a bun on the top of her head. Then I eased my eyes down to her tan thigh that was wrapped around me. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to touch her again. My hand gently rested on her calf. She didn’t stir, so I eased my palm up to her thigh, sliding under her field hockey skirt. She sighed, but still didn’t seem to be awake. Could she really be sleeping through this, the most exciting moment of my life? I remembered her black silk panties and I wanted to touch those too. I wanted to feel the soft material over her firm ass. I eased my hand higher and higher, slowly, eagerly awaiting when my fingers would graze the silk. You can imagine my surprise when I found she’d taken her panties off. She must have done it when she was brushing her teeth.

All of a sudden I got very very wet. Her face only inches from my own. She was still sleeping soundly, seemingly oblivious to this. Could she really still be sleeping? Now that I knew her panties were gone, I knew that her lips, mound and clit must be exposed. My heart fluttered. Slowly, gently, I eased my hand over to her lips. Wetness. She was almost as wet as I was and she whimpered when I touched her. 

“Michelle,” I whispered. No answer

“Michelle.”

She didn’t respond. I slid my finger up her slit and she whimpering more and thrusting her hips at me. 

“Michelle,” I whispered. “Are you awake.” 

Suddenly her lips were pressed against mine. She grunted and thrust her hips more forcefully against mine. I moaned in ecstasy, and slid my tongue into her mouth, she did the same to me, and we ground against each other, both moaning. With this affirmation, I knew I could take some initiative, so I rolled on top of her and continued to grind our pelvises together. 

Our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Her hands worked their way down to my full ass and began pulling harder against her. I felt faint. This was too good to be true. I needed more. I tried to squirm down her body, but she held me tight. Eventually she realized where I was going and released me. Her breathing was quick and shallow. I down got eye level with her beautiful lips, inhaled her musky odor and then glanced up at her. For the first time her eyes were open and she was staring at me as if she were terrified.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” she gasped.

I shook my head. “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head.

I rested my lips on hers. She inhaled sharply. Then slowly, slowly, I eased my tongue out and ran it up and down her slit, from her whole to her clit. Her whole body tightened up, both hands were clenched in fists around the sheets. I paused a moment. 

“More,” she hissed. “Please.”

I obliged. Now one of her hands was clutching her own breast, kneading it, the other was on the back of my head urging me on. It didn’t take long, or much, before she was cuming. Her juices overflowing into my mouth, sweeter than I’d ever imagined. She bit her fist to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

I squirmed up her body, lifting her shirt as I went, and began to suck on her tight little breasts. 

“No, no,” she said.

I stopped immediately and looked up at her in terror that I’d done something wrong. 

“It’s your turn,” she said and practically tackled me so I landed on my back. I began to kiss her way down my body, pulling my shirt off as she went. 

This was going to be good...



Sleeping Beauty



Things were always a dark situation for Amelia, her high school woes dragged out into long stories of vampirism and self mutilation, false suicide attempts and sniffing paint thinner. It was adolescence, her parents would tell family. It was schizophrenia, she would tell her classmates. 

One's good fortune is always interpreted differently. Nights where she was forbidden to attend raves and keggers (and didn't have the nerve to jump out the window) she would claw up her arms with razor blades to provoke guilt from her father. She couldn't stand the pain, and often times used hemorrhoid cream to numb the flesh first. She'd never tell anyone at school this. To them, it was her severe mental and emotional problems caused by a fabricated abusive childhood. 

It wasn't her fault the drama wasn't put on her. Often times she would wish harm upon herself and her home, just so she could reap the benefits of being a disadvantaged child. 

"I play in dark alleys," she once said to a man waiting for the bus. He gave her an awkward look, and she was proud of her statement of rebellion. 

She crept out her window one night; fell to the ground and the cement brushed her knees. She nursed the wounds even though there was no one around to witness her agony. After allowing herself insufficient time to recover (why not save and savour the pain for an audience later on?), she took to her feet and skulked through the alley behind her house. 

In all honestly, Amelia had nowhere to go. She lied to herself and believed it was important. Every time a new idea of where she was going burst, her pace would quicken with the anticipation of getting to her imaginary obligation. 

The girl was oblivious to all that was real; she stumbled over a dislodged brick and fell to her face. She managed to sit up, disgusted with her own incompetence and not a soul to see her misfortune! Blood dripped from her mouth, from a bitten tongue and a swollen lip. She brushed the droplets away with a finger before looking up into the face of a surly, young Hispanic man. 

They stared blankly at each other for a few seconds; she, stricken with fear at his emotionless gaze. His hand was at his waist. As she rose to her knees, he drew a gun. She laughed. 

"Down," he whispered in a low tone. 

She sat. 

"Down." 

She looked at him, confused. He grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her backwards. She hit her head on the ground. He put the gun down, beside her. He knelt above her and tore her shirt off. He smirked at her lack of development. He brought her pants and underwear to her ankles. She kicked them off. 

Was she pleased with the situation or just being overly cooperative? Tears slid down her swollen cheeks as he spread her legs. While he was distracted, she made a blind attempt for the gun. He snatched it up before she even touched it. 

He put one hand on her stomach to hold her, just for security measures. He held the gun against her throat, she swallowed, pressing the metal of the barrel into her flesh. He dragged it along her body; between her breasts, along her stomach, through her small patch of pubic hair, until he pointed it directly at her pussy. 

She shook with fear and the pain of his weight against her. He teased her with the weapon, running it along her slit, slipping a couple centimeters inside every so often. 

Her friends thought she was a slut, that's what she'd told them. She'd spread her legs at any opportunity, and she was good at it, too. Unfortunately, she was as fresh and virgin as the first flowers of spring. The thing hurt inside her, and muffled cries slipped from her lips every so often, as he'd shoved the whole thing in by this time, and did again and again. 

"The old in and out." She remembered the words from A Clockwork Orange; she'd told her friends it was her favourite film, but in truth had vomited halfway through it and given up on watching the rest. In and out, in and out, in and out... 

Her eyes were closed, her teeth were clenched, and she tried desperately not to breathe as the delinquent destroyed her purity. She wondered at his motives, successfully distracting herself from the motions she was so terrified of deriving pleasure from. 

A dull, bassy chuckle returned her to the cold against her bare back and the steel between her thighs. Her breath was cut short, unintentionally this time, as she realised that her own hand was resting on her pelvic bone, and she was caressing what he was abusing. She begged herself to stop but couldn't resist the forbidden stimulation. She opened her mouth to scream, but aside from the beginnings of a moan, no sound could come before the boy noticed her attempt and clapped a hand across her face. 

He left the gun inside her, stifled her whimpering with one hand, and began to remove his pants with the other. After some trouble (and amazement that the girl hadn't bothered to make use of her opportunity to escape) he'd succeeded and taken his hand away from her mouth. 

"No teeth," he whispered as he shoved his penis between her lips (which were equally virgin). She gagged and nearly regurgitated everything she'd eaten for the past six hours, but coaxed herself into keeping it down. She actually began to find the "fulfillment" comforting, and the gun inside her cunt made her ache with desire she couldn't help but admit to. She reached to the weapon, but had her hand pulled away. 

He grabbed it and began thrusting it into her. Her toes curled and her body shook with the joy she didn't want to be feeling. 

In one hopeless burst of longing, she gave in. She lifted her hips towards the sky, so that the gun could be forced deeper inside. She tried to scream her moans, but they were stifled by the flesh in her throat, which responded to the vibrations quite pleasantly, and the speed and strength with which he tore away her innocence intensified until everything he had poured into her body. 

She swallowed, perhaps for lack of choice, or perhaps for desire, and continued nursing from him. She wouldn't let him go when he tried to stand, and his legs buckled with the touch of her soft tongue, and he worked the metal inside her again, until he gave all that he could. She threw her hips into the air, longing for more, but the boy pulled from her lips, dressed himself, and ran away down the alley, taking his gun and the sweet smell of her lost virginity with him. 

Her body was shaking; suffering for satisfaction. Her fingers were still at work, but the relief would not come. She worked away into the night, sore and whimpering, attempting to find a climax, possibly waiting for the boy to return. 

The sun rose on a tortured soul, a damaged girl, and a sleeping beauty.



Sleeping Beauty



Disclaimer: This story is strictly fiction. All participants are 18 or older.

Driving home, the rain made the dark winding road seem all that much longer that night. The violent storm wreaked havoc, throwing leaves and small branches in front of us all the way. Finally we made our way up the driveway and parked. Running to the house we were both drenched. 

Standing on the porch I suggest to Amanda that we both get to bed. She had school tomorrow and I had to be at work early. She kissed me goodnight and headed to her room.

The light from Amanda's bedroom cascaded out onto the dark hallway carpet through her partially opened door.

As I started to shut my bedroom door, I glanced across the hall, peering into hers. She was standing there toweling off, listening to music. Amanda's back was to the door, her perfect young form silhouetted in the brightness of her bedroom light. I secretly watched from the darkness as she gracefully moved to the soft beat. The towel around her waist soon loosened and fell as she rocked her hips. Her tight young ass was flawless! Perfectly round, white cheeks outlined by a gorgeous tan. I smiled to myself at what a hottie, my now 18 year old, daughter had become and shut my door.

A bolt of lightning woke me at around 3 a.m. To my sup rise I had a pounding erection. I laid there, trying to remember what I had been dreaming of. A flood of warmth swept over my cock as I recalled the last thing I had seen before I went to bed.

The rain pounded loudly on the roof and a chill crept into the house. I got up to adjust the thermostat. Passing by Amanda's open door I glanced in. Her bed was cast in an amber glow from the night light on the wall next to it. Her precious body barley covered against the nights cold. I quietly entered her room to pull the blankets back over her. Soundly sleeping on her stomach, I lifted the comforter. Unintentionally, I exposed her naked beauty. The sight of her silky flesh bathed in the soft pink light spawned my first taboo thoughts. I quickly placed the covers down over her and left the room.

Laying in there in my bed, listening to the rain, I began to justify me feelings. I hadn't been with a woman since her mom and I split up, over a year ago. And here, just a few feet away, was soft tender flesh that I could easily touch without waking. Amanda wouldn't have to know and if she did wake up I could just pretend to be adjusting her covers. 

The thought of sneaking into her room and feeling her soft ass took hold like a wildfire. I was so erect I couldn't sleep. Images of my hand caressing her tight buttocks drove me crazy. The fantasy grew and I imagined it might even be possible to slide my erect penis down the crack of her ass.

I got out of bed and slowly made my way back to her room. I stood there for a moment, aroused at the taboo I was about to break. Kneeling at her bedside I carefully slipped my hand under the sheets. Touching her leg then running my hand lightly up her thigh, it was so warm and soft. 

Reaching the tight flesh where her legs meet her ass, I followed the sweet contour of her roundness until my hand was on top. Stroking her delicate skin I pulled my hard cock from my boxers.

Fondling her with one hand, I began stroking my shaft with the other. I listened carefully for any change in her breathing , but she was sleeping soundly. I began thinking about how it would feel to slide my hard erection lightly between her ass cheeks. 

I stood and quietly pulled back the sheet revealing her perfect little ass. Leaning over I carefully let my dangling cock slide across her tight skin. I hadn't felt this sensation in so long. Putting my swollen rod between her legs I ran it upward to her pussy. The tip of my engorged cock pressed softly up against her hot hole, but then continued slowly up over her ass.

I was getting so worked up I thought I should stop before I ended up waking her. I knelt back down moving my hands back to her ass and then ever so gently between her parted legs. I ran my fingers cautiously over her tight pussy. My anxious fingers parted her smooth labia. Slipping my index finger inside her, she moaned softly, but did not move. I wondered what she was dreaming of as I continued sliding my finger in and out of her hot body. Her legs parted, startling me, and for a moment I stopped in fear.

But it was obvious she was enjoying it. Leaning over I placed my face between her legs. I stretched my tongue to taste her sweet juices. Penetrated her with the tip, I heard a soft moan. When I could take it no more, I stood and let my throbbing cock rub against her sweet legs. I came in an explosion that covered her tight little ass with my shiny cum. After I regained composure I gently cleaned her up.

Amanda awoke the next day with no idea what had taken place the night before. To my relief nothing changed from our usual morning routine. "Hey, since I had to work on your 18th birthday last week, what do you say I pick you up from school and we go shopping," I surprised her. "Seriously? OK, I get out at 2:30," she happily said and kissed me on the cheek.

All that day at work I thought about Amanda's sexy, young body and how I was going buy her the shortest and tightest outfits we could find. 

Getting her to wear little mini skirts instead of jeans was easier than I thought. She loved the clothes and stockings we bought, saying how her mom would never approve. "Only wear them when you're with me!" I smiled "and your problem is solved!" I winked. The next week was pure fantasy land. Parading around the house in super short skirts and sheer tops, she made my life exciting again.



Sleeping Beauty



Awake again. Amy looked over at the fuzzy, half-inch high green numbers of her alarm clock. Three forty five, am. Lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, she tried to fall back asleep. She couldn't. This sort of thing drove her crazy -- she had class in the morning (an eight thirty lecture, which she hated). Her roommate had to be the most inconsiderate bitch ever. And yet somehow, Amy lacked the heart, or the nerve, to interrupt them.

Lying in her top bunk, Amy began to listen more closely now to the noise that had wakened her. In the bed below her, her roommate, Emily, was moaning softly. Glancing to her left, Amy could just make out the twin piles of clothing in the middle of the floor. And Emily's bra was clearly visible, draped across the back of her chair. Dan's pants, and a t-shirt were spread in a trail leading from the door of the room to the bed beneath her.

Dan and Emily had been dating almost two months now; they had been waking Amy at least one or two nights a week for a little less than a month or so. Once Emily had decided she was ready, she had hardly looked back. She and Dan slept together in her bed almost every night, although to Amy, it certainly seemed like they were getting less and less sleep as time went on.

As annoyed as she was, Amy was starting to lose interest in the various plans for revenge that were running through her mind. Emily's moans were getting shorter, and louder now, and Amy's attention was focused squarely on the sex her roommate was having below. The entire frame of their bunk beds was rocking gently now, and Amy could hear Dan's low grunts as the two of them began to speed their pace. It won't be long now, Amy thought to herself as she listed to Emily, now clearly audible and whimpering. Suddenly, a low groan, which built into something that was almost a shout, sounded from the bed beneath her. Emily, now mumbling "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," under her breath, was joined by Dan, who's loud, "uggghh fuck," punctuated his thrusts, just as he began to cum. The smack of Dan's thighs against Emily's ass cheeks carried through the air and through Amy like an electric current.

Amy could just picture the two of them, fucking and kissing below. Emily and Dan, two of her good friends, were treating Amy to a show, albeit only an audible, and not a visual one. Amy started to fill in the details for herself from memory.

After living with Emily for the better part of a year now, Amy knew her roommate's body pretty well. There are only so many times that you can see someone naked before the image begins to get lodged in your mind. Not to mention that Emily was a fairly attractive girl anyway, which made it easier. Emily had big breasts and wore a 36C bra. She had a big ass, too, although it seemed to suit her figure well. Her blonde hair was almost always up in a pony tail, and her face was nearly always tastefully and sparingly made up. Picturing Emily nude, Amy could just imagine her, tits swinging as Dan fucked her from behind, face screwed up as her orgasm built.

Amy couldn't help herself, and she plunged her fingers between her thighs, furiously touching herself. Discovering to her delight that she was already slippery, Amy slid first one finger, and then two inside herself. Working quickly, and in time with Dan's thrusts, Amy began to fuck herself in earnest. Rolling onto her side, Amy slid an already slippery finger into her asshole, and working now with two hands, began to finger herself quickly and firmly in both holes.

Dan and Emily's groans were just subsiding as the first wave overtook Amy. Above the two spent lovers, Amy's orgasm rocked her back onto her back, arching her back and thrusting her hips into the air. Biting down hard, Amy fought to stay quiet as she came. 

Collapsing onto her bed again, now beginning to wonder if Dan and Emily might somehow have heard, Amy tried to compose herself again. Glancing again at the clock, Amy quickly rolled over and tried to relax her tensed muscles and racing heart. Class in less than four hours. Fucking A. Something has to give, Amy mused. 

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The next night, Amy was out late at a party. Coming home slightly drunk, Amy found the door of her dorm room locked. Fumbling for her keys, and then trying to get them into the lock, Amy made enough noise she thought, that she would have woken anyone sleeping inside. But instead of finding that her inadvertent revenge had been a success, Amy discovered upon entering, that her room was empty. Amy climbed into bed, tipsy and sleepy. She fell fast asleep almost right away.

Amy woke up later on. It was still dark, and she was still sort of drunk. She listened, but it was quiet. She began to wonder why she was awake. And that's when she felt it again -- a hand sliding gently along her arm. Her first reaction was to panic, to jump up, to scream. But for some reason, she found she couldn't.

Opening one eye ever so slightly, Amy saw Dan, standing next to her bed, stark naked, and illuminated softly by the desk lamp on the table beside her. Amy was confused, but intrigued. Following Dan's eyes, she realized he was looking at her body, still wrapped in her bed sheet. She felt his hand again, and this time, realized what he was after. Her right arm, which he was gently stroking, was draped across her breasts as she slept. Dan was doggedly but gently trying to move her arm! Amy was unsure of what to do, wondering where Emily might be, and what Dan might really be up to. Amy felt light headed, her heart raced, and she remembered the previous night. Amy relaxed and shifted her weight imperceptibly, allowing Dan to move her arm.

Amy's breasts were soft and full. Her room, at the end of the hall in her dorm, was affectionately known by the boys on her floor, as boob central. If Emily's tits were big, Amy's were huge. There wasn't a guy she knew who wasn't at least curious about what it would be like to see them, let alone touch them. Dan, Amy realized, was no exception. He reached out and gently began to tug at the bedsheet, which was wrapped around Amy's shoulders. Pulling it down revealed Amy's tank top-clad torso. Another obstacle for greedy eyes and greedier hands.

Amy's heart was pounding now. Part of her wanted Dan to stop. Part of her wanted him to go as far as he could. His halting, gently touches were inflaming her terribly. Seizing in her mind on the excuse that she was asleep, and that if they were caught, it was his foul, she began to relax and allow herself to truly enjoy his hands.

Dan's fingers brushed Amy's stomach as he reached for the hem of her shirt and began to lift it. A slight gasp escaped Dan's throat as he raised Amy's shirt, revealing her soft, full chest. Amy's breasts ached to be touched. Dan hesitated, cupping first one, and then the other in his hand. Becoming more daring by the minute, Dan hauled himself up onto Amy's bed, and now, sitting next to her, began to gently knead her right breast with one hand. Opening her eyes a crack again, Amy watched as Dan began to stroke his cock with the other.

Dan's cock was enormous. Amy realized instantly why it was that Emily was always making so much noise. She was being fucked by the biggest dick Amy had ever seen! Hard and straight, Dan's cock stood out from a rough patch of pubic hair. He was uncircumcised, and Amy watched fascinated as he jerked off, pulling his foreskin back and forth over the head of his penis.

Amy's breasts were now in full view, and Dan alternating, squeezing and stroking first one, and then the other as he tugged at his cock. Amy wanted so badly to reach out and grab his dick. To jerk him off, to pull him to her and take his length inside of her. She wondered how far he might go, thinking she was asleep. And she allowed herself to relax, sliding gently backwards until she was lying on her back.

Recovering from the momentary fright her movement had given him, Dan was now tugging at the bed sheets again, this time, working to expose first her stomach, and finally, Amy's panty-clad hips. Dan's hands were now roving all over. Touching Amy between her legs, clutching at her breasts, and now, gently but firmly spreading her thighs.

Amy was beginning to wonder just where Dan was going to stop, when she felt him adjusting his position on the bed. With her thighs spread, her knees slightly bent, and her breasts pointed heavenward, Amy realized only just before it began, that she was about to be fucked.

Amy felt Dan's cock plunge into her pussy. Amy gasped out loud. Dan was now entirely past caring whether or not she was awake. Lost in the moment, he was sliding her length in and out of her and an increasingly furious pace. Amy was pushing back, bucking her hips against his thrusts, so that her tits began to jiggle and his balls began to slap rhythmically against her ass. Amy reached out and pulled Dan to her, so that his chest pressed firmly against her breasts and his heat mingled with hers. They fucked hard and fast, both suddenly aware, and terrified of what they had begun; both completely unable to stop. 

Dan pulled out, breathing hard, his cock slippery and glistening in the lamp light. He straddled Amy's waist, and slowly pushed his cock between her breasts. Understanding what he was after, Amy cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together around his cock. Dan began to fuck Amy's tits.

Amy watched Dan intently as he thrust between her tits. Catching the first signs that he was nearing the end, she began to move faster, now using her breasts to fuck him, to jerk him off. Suddenly, and at the last minute, Dan pushed Amy roughly back into her pillow, and grasping his cock, his fist pumping, began to shoot hot streams of cum across Amy's chest. 

After a moment, Amy sat up, but before she could say a word, Dan pressed his penis against her lips, past, and into her mouth. Tasting his cum, Amy began to suck gently at first, and then more determinedly. Dan's cock was hard again, throbbing and hot in Amy's mouth. Amy worked slowly, progressively taking more and more of the huge dick into her throat, until finally, her lips were wrapped around its base, Dan's nuts resting hot and hairy against her chin.

Dan continued to fondle Amy's breasts as she sucked, and before too long, was ready to come again. Grabbing Amy's head with both hands, Dan began to fuck her face in long, fast strokes. Jets of hot sperm shot down Amy's throat all at once, and she swallowed them hungrily, watching Dan's face and tickling his balls as she did.

And then it was over, as fast as it had begun. Dan climbed down from the bed, grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor, found a t-shirt near the chair, and walked out. Amy collapsed into her bed, exhausted now, and completely sated.

The next morning, over a tearful cup of coffee in the dining hall, Amy learned what she had experienced first hand the night before. Emily and Dan had broken up. Emily explained that at a party the night before, they had fought, and she had told him that she never wanted to see him again. She had gone home with Brad, another friend, and ended up sleeping on his couch. Amy couldn't help wondering, whether Emily had slept as well as Dan the previous night -- after all, Brad was kind of cute.

THE END



Sleeping Beauty & The Forest



Lucian, surprised but intrigued, began to dress and sat in his original spot, guarding and waiting for the lady to awaken. He vaguely wondered what she would be like when she woke up as the first rays of sunlight hit the sky. 



Sleeping Beauty Awakened



I wandered around the corner and found myself staring at a vision of utter beauty. I stopped, stunned. I'd seen some beautiful people during the day, but this girl really took my breath away.

She wore a pink, floor length ball gown and looked every bit the princess, for she was indeed a princess. She was Sleeping Beauty and how I wished that I could be the prince that would wake her with a kiss. Well actually I'd have liked to do that and then a whole lot more, but I'll get to that in time.

I was in California on a work trip and had taken a bit of time to go to Disneyland, a visit which had been a childhood dream. I'd done all the rides and seen almost all there was to see, but I hadn't wandered too far into the areas that catered to children. But with time to spare, I thought that I should try and see the entire park and this had led me to Fantasy Land.

I looked around to see if there was anyway in which I could get closer, but she was surrounded by kids. Then I saw where there was a line up for people that wanted to go in and have their picture taken with each of three of the Disney princesses. What the hell I thought, it's not everyday you get the chance to meet a princess, real or fictional.

The line was quite long and I stood patiently, aware of the looks that I received; a single bloke in line to see the Disney princesses. I think every other person in the line had kids with them except me. I think they probably thought that I was holding the place in line for a child who was on a ride somewhere or something. I certainly said nothing and gave them no reason to think otherwise, happy that I would get there.

When I reached the front of the line, there was a gorgeous young blonde dressed as a court attendant and I was almost tempted to try my charms on her and forget the princess behind the veil. After a brief discussion of where I was from (one of those things that the Aussie accent will get you) she asked me if I was waiting for any children to show up. She laughed when I told her no; this was especially for me, and then she admitted me to meet the princesses.

The first princess that was there to be met was Belle, from Beauty and the Beast (not that I knew at the time, my finer princess education came later). She smiled at me and asked if I was there alone. I replied that I was and stepped in close to her. We both turned to the camera and had our photo taken. She smiled at me again and released me to move to the next step of the chain, where I could see Cinderella waving good bye to the young girl in front of me who'd just had her photo taken. 

The process was repeated, though Cinderella turned out to be a little friendlier than Belle and we chatted for a few moments until it became clear that the third princess was waiting and the little girl behind me, waiting for her chance of a photo with Cinderella was becoming impatient.

The third princess that I was presented to was Sleeping Beauty. This was my reason for being there. Up close, she was no less devastatingly beautiful than I'd seen with my first glance. Her skin was flawless and her figure divine. She held herself as if she really were royalty and it was with some nerves that I stepped up to have my photo taken with her. When she smiled at me, I nearly lost my step. 

"Hello, alone today are we?" she asked me, a knowing glint in her eye.

"Yes, I am, unless I manage to sweep you off your feet," I said, cringing as I heard it roll of my tongue. I waited for the change in her countenance but she tittered delightfully and I assumed that she must be a consummate professional; one who's heard just about every line that there is to hear.

The photographer snapped our picture together and Sleeping Beauty asked about my accent. I informed her that I was from Australia and she delightedly told me how much she wanted to go there. I of course told her that if she was ever going to go, then I would be more than happy to show her around.

At that point, another princess came up and Sleeping Beauty informed me that it was time for them to change over. She asked if I'd like my photo with the new princess as well, but I declined, telling her that she was the only one that I was there for. 

Again she smiled and I bathed in the light of her eyes, wishing for so much more.

I think it was at that point that I made the inane comment, "I must be on the end of a long list of boys who want to be your Prince Charming, but if there's any chance that I could buy you dinner, I'd truly love it." I expected a negative reply to that of course but to my utter and unending delight, she replied, "I can't say it's the first time that I've heard a line referencing Prince Charming, but I would be happy for you to buy me dinner." 

At that point, I desperately tried to come up with something to say that wouldn't be a clanger of a cliché as well as not trip over my own feet in surprise. 

"Where do I meet you?" I asked, "because I assume that you won't be dining in costume?"

Sleeping Beauty smiled at me again and gave me a time and location to meet her at. I asked her what she had on for the rest of the day and she told me that she had a break for now, but that she then had to get back into costume for a Royal Court appearance and then a parade followed by yet another session of photographs.

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I looked at my watch and realized that it would be hours before I got to have dinner with her. She suggested that I continue to walk the park. We chatted for a few minutes more, but then she had to go to prepare for her next appearance. Rather than walk the park, I took a seat in the court and waited for the show to begin.

She eventually appeared along with the other performers and she still took my breath away. It was delightful to see her interact with the children and she was obviously very good at her job. She certainly came across as pure and innocent, just like one would imagine a Disney Princess to be.

I had reached the point of clock watching, waiting desperately for the time when I would get to be alone with my very own princess, and the minutes seemed to be ticking by at in inordinately slow rate. Surely someone was manipulating time just to make me suffer?

But inevitably, time did move forward and the appointed hour arrived. I waited outside the gate that was clearly marked for employees only and watched, waiting to see when she would arrive.

If it wasn't for her twinkling blue eyes and the smile that lit up her face as she came through the gate, I possibly wouldn't have recognized her. Her hair was a nice auburn colour rather than the blonde she had worn in costume and it was considerably shorter. Rather than the princess dress that she'd worn, she was now in a pastel blue summer frock with white strappy sandals. Every inch of her was a delight to see.

"Howdy," she said, smiling at me.

"G'day, I almost didn't recognize you," I replied. 

"I hope you're not disappointed by the real me," She said, that gorgeous smile still splitting her face.

"Are you kidding? How could I possibly be disappointed by this vision?" She blushed in response. "What I would like to know though, is your real name, I don't think I should call you Sleeping Beauty the whole time."

She laughed and held out her hand," I'm Lauren".

I took her hand and on impulse, bowed over her hand and kissed it rather than shook it, saying, "A true pleasure Lauren, I'm Dave. And the next thing that I need to know is where you would like to have dinner?" I asked.

"Well I only have an hour and a half break, so we can't go too far and need to eat somewhere close."

"Well I am happy to take you where ever you'd like, so you lead on and we'll eat when we get there," I told her.

"Sure thing," she replied, leading me away through the crowds of people.

We actually ate at a restaurant not far from the entrance to the park and spent an enjoyable 45 minutes getting to know a little about each other's backgrounds.

"So how long are you in town for?" she asked me at one point.

"Just for a couple of days, I'm actually on my way to Canada and thought I'd take the chance to come to Disneyland seeing as It has been a dream of mine since I was knee high to a grass hopper."

"And what possessed you to come and have your photo taken with the Disney Princesses?"

"To be honest, you did," I replied, "I saw you and was smitten. And when I saw that there was a line to get photos taken, well that was just too good an opportunity to pass up." Lauren blushed at the response and I laughed. "Sorry, but that's what actually happened.

"I guess it's not like it's the first time that it's happened," she replied, "but it's certainly the first time that I've said yes to meeting someone that has asked me. And that makes it the first time that I've actually had the chance to ask."

"Well I'm certainly glad that you said yes, you're the best dinner company that I've had in a long time."

"I have to say it's the best date I've been on in a long time too," Lauren told me. "I just wish that you were staying longer, I'd like the chance to get to know you a little better."

"You read my mind. What time do you get off work tonight? I'd love to catch up with you some more after you're finished."

"About 9pm. And I'd love to go out."

"Great, in that case, I'll hang around the park some more and after that you can take me somewhere where we can have a good time together."

"Sounds great," she replied. "Meet me back at the same place as before, ok?" I agreed. She smiled at me and I quickly stepped in close to her, lowered my head and kissed her on the cheek. I received another gorgeous grin in response and with a quick wave of her hand, she turned on her heel and made her way back to the employee area where she would be getting changed.

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Time resumed its unhurried pace as I made my way around Disney land, going on rides that I'd already been on, people watching and generally just wishing that time would move its lazy arse. 

Finally the time came to meet up with Lauren and I again stood outside, watching various people emerge and depart, waiting for that wonderful smile full of pearly white teeth that would tell me my princess had arrived.

Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and judging by the happy skip in her step, Lauren was as keen to meet up with me as I was with her. This time as she approached, she was the one to step in close and we exchanged kisses on cheeks. Then she took my hand in hers and led me out of the park.

We had a fabulous evening, dancing at a club, enjoying some drinks, swapping life stories and philosophies. It was a remarkable connection to have made in such a short space of time. I would have thought it just a popular fiction if not for my experience that night.

We discussed the job that she had as Sleeping Beauty and I commented that it must be hard to be on one's best behaviour all the time, particularly when you must get some kids that are absolute shits.

Lauren laughed. "I don't find it a problem at all. It just seems to go with the character. Its like I put that dress on and I really am a fairy tale princess, with all the charm and patience in the world. And you don't really get too many kids that are bad because those that want to see the princesses usually really really want to, so they're overjoyed to see you when they finally get to the end of the line."

"I guess I hadn't thought of it like that."

"And of course, when I take the costume off, I look different enough that I can be as naughty as I like!"

"Oh really? And just how naughty does the little princess get?" I asked with a grin on my face.

There was a sparkle in her eye as she said, "Very very naughty," and as she said it, I felt her hand close over my groin, groping me. I think I was erect in record time. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me and kissed her properly for the first time, our lips melding together as I used my tongue to tease hers, flicking and touching as we kissed. My hands ran up and down her back and I felt hers reciprocating. 

I allowed my hands to fall down to her perfect, pert little butt and cupped a cheek in each hand, kissing her again. I felt her jump and suddenly I was supporting her as she wrapped her legs around me. I couldn't believe that she'd done this right in the middle of a pub and soon there were a number of people cheering us on. I was embarrassed and ready to stop, but there was no stopping Lauren. I felt her start to rub herself against me, dropping down so that our crotches collided. I shifted first one hand and then the other under her dress to hold her butt without the fabric in the way and felt bare skin warming the palms of my hands. I moved my fingers around a little, exploring and discovered that it was because she was wearing a thong.

I wanted more, but not here and so I removed my hands from supporting her.

She continued to kiss and grind against me for a few moments her arms supporting her weight from my neck, before dropping back to the floor, grinning up at me. "Naughty enough?" she asked me mischievously.

"Not a bad start, but I can't say I like your choice of location very much," I laughed.

"Oh and what would be a good location for you?" she asked me.

"Hmm, the absolute perfect location? I think that would have to be tucked into some hidden little nook at Disneyland somewhere whilst you were looking so completely and utterly innocent dressed as Sleeping Beauty," I told her.

"Oh really, got a little something for Sleeping Beauty have you?" she asked me, reaching out to grope my hard cock through my jeans.

"Might have," I replied, twisting away and laughing.

"Well I just happen to have connections with princesses you know, maybe you should let me see if it's worth her getting involved or not; a little screen test kind of thing maybe?"

"Oh and you'd put a good word in for me would you?" I asked as her fingers nimbly released my fly and her hand slipped inside my pants to grope me further.

"Well, only if you're up to the sort of high standard that a princess expects of course," she replied, her hand manipulating my dick.

"I might be willing to undergo a screen test of that nature," I said, "though there's also the option that I just take you back to my hotel and fuck you because you're so gorgeous ..."

"Mmm, now that sounds like a pretty good option too," she said, putting on a thoughtful look. "How about we go back to your room and see which way we go?" She withdrew her hand from my pants and led me out onto the street, me struggling to get my zipper up whilst one hand was firmly entrenched in her grasp.

Lauren was about to hail a cab, but I told her that it wasn't too far and that I'd like the chance to walk with her, despite my rampant desire to strip her down and fuck her. 

We strolled back to my hotel, hand in hand, occasionally groping and teasing each other, the sexual tension building the entire way. By the time that we got there I was well and truly ready to jump her. I was tempted just to pull her into a garden somewhere and start the process but I waited until we were in my room. 

I closed the door behind me and turned to find Lauren standing, waiting. I took a moment to drink in her beauty and then stepped in to kiss her. I could have spent hours kissing her. The soft touch of her lips on mine was delectable whilst the almost desperate probing of her tongue into my mouth spoke of a much baser desire. 

I undid the button at the top of the back of her dress and then ran the zip down its length. Stepping back a little, I pushed the shoulder straps of the dress off of Lauren's shoulders as she stood there, arms by her side, looking innocent. 

Gravity whisked the dress to the floor and I watched in delight as it fell in a gentle cascade, revealing Lauren's petite body now clad in just a white lacy thong and matching bra.

"Mmm, nice underwear for a princess," I noted questioningly. She stepped forward and started to undo my belt, attacking my pants as I pulled my t-shirt off over my head.

"I told you, on the inside, I'm naughty. Sometimes I like to wear bright red satin underwear under the dress just because it seems so out of place. I even wore nothing once, just for fun."

"Why Princess, you are indeed very naughty," I said as she pulled my pants to the floor, dragging my boxers with them, revealing my erect penis. 

I stepped from my jeans as Lauren stood up again, and her hand grasped my cock. I kissed her as my fingers worked dexterously for a moment to release her bra. She stroked my cock in her hand as I pulled the bra away from her breasts, taking them in my hands to feel their firm perfection.

After fondling each other for a few moments, I kissed Lauren again. As the kiss ended I lifted her from the floor, carrying her over to the bed.

"Now that's treating me like a princess," she grinned as I gently laid her upon the covers. She stretched luxuriously, like a pedigree kitten in its own territory and I knelt on the bed at her feet, advancing slowly.

After she stretched, she lifted one leg up and over my head so that I was now crawling up between her two smooth, slender legs. My eyes struggled to take in the entirety of her, she was so perfect. Her face was a delight, her breasts perfectly shaped and proportioned and her taught stomach was merely a distraction from the curve of her hip, the shape of her thigh and the promise of what lay beneath the lacy white thong.

My hands ran over her shins, up the outsides of her thighs and back down the insides, drawing a shudder as she enjoyed the contact. Sliding them back up, I took her thong in my hands and slid it back down her legs, my eyes glued to the waistline as it slid down, revealing a perfectly hairless mound and then bald pussy lips as she lifted her butt from the bed.

"My God you are perfect," I said to her as I drank in every beautiful inch of her. 

"And I'm fucking horny!" she said, breaking the spell just a little.

"Then you'll probably enjoy this," I said to her, kissing my way up the inside of her leg until I reached her pussy. I ran a finger over it, feeling the moisture that spoke of her pleasure before running my tongue over her and tasting her for the very first time. 

"Oooh yes," Lauren moaned as I began to feast upon her sex, my tongue caressing and probing between her lips as it slid slowly up towards her clit. I caressed her stomach and breasts with my hands, using only my tongue to touch her in that most intimate of places between her legs. I could feel her body writhing on the bed as I sent pleasure coursing through her system. 

I felt her hands on mine as they roamed over her body, guiding me, indicating where she wanted me to touch her. I squeezed her breasts as I felt pressure on the back of my hands and then her hands ran up along my arms before burying themselves in my hair as I devoured her pussy.

I felt her fingers near my face and she parted her lips for me, holding herself wide open. I took a moment to inspect and admire her pussy, seeing the trail of her juice that was already seeping down towards her butt and above it, her clit, primed and perfect from the attention that it had already received, but ready for more.

I took it between my lips and sucked, drawing a cry from Lauren. I pulled her clit with my lips before allowing it to slip from between them, at which point I again gently assaulted it with my tongue.

"Oh God," Lauren cried, "Turn around, let me at your cock while you do that." I ceased my battering of her clit and grinned at her, kissing my way up her body until I reached her breasts. I lingered there, taking a nipple in my mouth and giving it the same treatment that I had just lavished upon her clit. I could feel her hands roaming over my body, searching and striving to try and get at my cock. I decided not to deprive her any longer. 




Sleeping Beauty Awakened



I turned myself around and lowered my cock down to her face, gasping as I felt her guide me into her mouth, her lips closing over me as her tongue swirled around the head. 

I used my fingers to part her pussy lips and resumed licking at her pussy as I felt Lauren's mouth on my cock, working back and forth. We stayed like that for a while, her sucking at my cock as I performed some oral magic on her clit, groaning and moaning at the pleasure we were giving each other.

"Roll over," Lauren said after a while and we swapped positions. I lay on my back and enjoyed the sight of Lauren's pussy as it descended towards my face. My tongue met it and began to once again probe within its delightful folds as I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock and her lips slide down over the top of it.

I could see the moisture of her excitement glistening on her lips as I continued to please her and I could feel Lauren's saliva running down my cock, beginning to coat my balls as her head moved repeatedly up and down my length, her thumb and forefinger sliding up and down the now lubricated shaft in a tight ring.

I was amazed at how good it felt and endeavoured to ensure that I was providing at least as much pleasure as I was getting. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and slipped a finger into her pussy as my tongue attacked her clit. I felt her push back against the penetration and slid a second finger in alongside the first.

Lauren's mouth left my cock and I felt her fist slide up and down my cock for a few moments. She then released her grip and used only her mouth, sucking my length up and down. Her hands wrapped themselves around my thighs as I'd done to her and I felt a hand grasp my balls, fondling them as her mouth worked at my cock. She pulled them up and away from me as she sucked and then I felt her finger running around the rim of my anus. I paused in mid lick on her clit as her finger centered on my anus and pushed. I felt her finger slip into my butt hole slightly then pause as it met resistance. Lauren sucked hard on my cock, up and down as she made small movements with her finger, wiggling it just within the entrance to my arse. I'd never had anyone do this to me and was apprehensive.

Lauren withdrew her finger and pulled my cock and balls out of the way. I felt saliva run down over my butt and her finger rubbed it against my anus before pushing into me. Again, it slipped in a small way and she paused, wriggling it. Then as I breathed again and relaxed a little, I felt her slide the finger much deeper inside me. 

At first I wasn't sure how comfortable I was with this development. My mind was telling me that I shouldn't be enjoying her sticking her finger in her butt. The reality was though that it felt amazing. I even found myself pushing back as she began to slide the finger in and out of my hole as her mouth worked up and down my cock.

"Do it to me as well. Finger my butt," she told me between sucks. 

I glanced down past her pussy and could see her juices glistening on her puckered little hole. I slid my finger back and forth in her pussy a few times and then ran it down to her anus, running it around in circles before trying to push it inside her.

I felt and watched my finger as I applied pressure to her anus and it slowly slid within her. I could feel her ring of muscle around as my finger as it slid deeper inside. I kept pushing and soon it was buried in her anus up to the second knuckle, at which point I decided that I should work on her clit as well.

I heard her cry out around my cock and she pushed her finger harder into my anus. As it wiggled about inside me, her mouth worked my cock and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer. My cock exploded and Lauren sucked and slurped as my sperm flooded her mouth. 

I felt her convulsing at the same time and was surprised to feel her anus clenching at the finger that I still had buried in it as she came in response to my orgasm.

"Wow, that was incredible," I said to her moments later, Lauren having rolled from on top of me and turned around.

"Was that a first for you then?" she asked, grinning.

"Not the 69, but certainly it's the first time I've had someone finger my butt like that, or fingered someone else's for that matter," I replied. 

"Mmmm, then I am glad that I got to be the one to educate you," she grinned at me. "Does that mean that you've never fucked anyone up the ass?"

"Dead right," I laughed. "I've seen it in porn, but I've never come across anyone that was willing to give it a go."

"Well you have now, I love it up my ass and I've something else I want you to try too," Lauren said, moving to kiss me, her breast crushing against my arm as she leant over me. My cock twitched in response. Lauren reached down and enveloped my cock in her hand again.

"Mmm, still nice and big," she said, grinning. "Come with me." She jumped off of the bed and I watched in delight as her firm breasts jiggled with the movement. She held out her hand to me and I clambered off of the bed behind her. She led me in the direction of the bath room and then started the shower running before turning and kissing me, the two of us standing naked together in the bathroom. 

After a few moments of kissing and touching, she checked the temperature of the water and then stepped under the cascade, inviting me to join her. I stepped into the shower as well and stood beneath the water, holding her in my arms, my cock, already stiff again, trapped between our bodies. The feel of her breasts, crushed against my chest was wonderful.

Lauren picked up the soap and then slowly and deliberately began washing me. I was told to stand still and so simply stood there as she diligently applied herself to every square inch of my body. When she reached my cock, she took her time, caressing and fondling me, teasing, her lathered hands sliding up and down my engorged shaft. Once the water had rinsed away all evidence of soap, she took it in her mouth, sucking me briefly before telling me to turn around. 

"Touch your toes," she said to me. I obliged, bending over to place my hands on the floor of the tub, my body clear of the cascade of water. I felt her start to wash my buttocks, her hands caressing my cheeks, sliding all over them. She reached between my legs and her soapy hand grabbed my sack, pulling gently, my balls slipping within her grasp. I felt her finger run over and around my anus, quickly followed by the cake of soap being rubbed gently across it. 

This was replaced by her finger which diligently caressed my butt hole before sliding into it again. As it slid in and out, her other hand reached for my cock, tugging it. I still couldn't believe how good it felt. Her finger withdrew and I felt more soap. Her finger slid in again, but this time that wasn't enough for her and I felt her working a second finger into my butt. I tried to relax and Lauren was gentle, taking her time until she had indeed managed to penetrate me with two fingers. 

This continued for a few moments until she withdrew them and I felt water wash over my anus, her fingers stroking me, washing away the soap.

"Now watch me, no touching" she said. I stood and turned and Lauren moved to swap places so that she was now out of the cascade of water which fell across my back and shoulders. Lauren reached into the water to wet her hands and then lathered the soap between them, her eyes locking on mine, the gorgeous grin that had first captivated me plastered across her face. 

Her hands began rubbing over her body, commencing with her breasts, squeezing and pulling at them as she rubbed her soapy hands all over. My cock twitched to see her breasts manipulated like that and my hands itched to take over and feel the smooth soapy skin slide beneath my palms. Next she washed her arms, followed by her stomach, her fingers making it nearly to the top of the slit of her pussy, but not quite. 

Lauren lifted one leg to the side of the tub into which the shower fell and took her time washing it. I admired the way her calf slid beneath her hand, the taught curve of her thigh as it too was washed. When she'd finished one, she repeated the exercise with the other before her hand ran over her mound, her fingers curling down over her pussy lips. 

The soap was applied to her hands again and her fingers and soapy hands washed all over her pussy. I could just pick that she was sliding her two middle fingers of her right hand inside her pussy as she did so.

Then she stopped and turned to face away from me. Lauren knelt down in the bath and put her left palm on the bottom of the bath. Her right hand contained the soap and as I watched, she ran it over her anus and pussy again and again. 

Lauren allowed the soap to fall to the bottom of the bath. I was about to pick it up for here when I was stopped by the sight of her finger playing at her anus. Quickly it disappeared into her butt hole and I sighed in awe as I watched. Then, as she had done to me, she slipped a second finger into her butt before working them in and out, fucking her own anus and stretching it with her two fingers.

It was an incredible sight. It seemed all too soon that the fingers slipped out of her butt and she stood up again, stepping close to touch me as my hands seemed to leap the distance between us to seize her breasts.

With the soap washed from our bodies, Lauren announced that it was time to dry ourselves and return to the bed. She climbed onto it and lay on her back, her legs spread wide. I enjoyed the fact that she'd taken such control. It was such a change from her role as Sleeping Beauty. I found it an incredible turn on.

"Fuck me Dave, I want to feel that rigid cock of yours inside my pussy," she declared. I climbed onto the bed, positioning the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and thrusting, sliding it within her. She was warm and moist and I slid effortlessly inside her willing pussy, both of us groaning as I penetrated her.

I fucked her with long, steady strokes, feeling her pushing back against me each time our pelvises ground together. I held myself over her and her hands reached up to stroke my chest, her fingers playing at my nipples, pulling and teasing them as I knew I would do to her if the positions were reversed.

Lauren allowed me to fuck her like this for a while before telling me to lie on my back. I slipped from the loving embrace of her pussy and lay back upon the bed, wondering what she was up to.

Lauren moved down the bed until she was between my legs, her face close enough to my cock that I could feel her breath on me.

"I told you before that I'd teach you something else," she said, grinning at me from between my legs. She ran her tongue over the length of my cock, coated as it was in her pussy juice. She took the head of my cock in her mouth and raised me vertical before sucking long and hard down my shaft. Then she allowed my dick to slip from her mouth again and ran her tongue back down my cock. She didn't stop though and her tongue was soon tracing spirals on my scrotum.

She sucked a testicle into her mouth, and allowed it to slide back out, her teeth grazing my scrotum. She sucked on the second ball and repeated the process. Then her tongue worked down between my balls. Her arms pushed my legs apart and my knees up, towards my chest. 

"Hold your legs up," she told me and I grabbed my legs beneath my knees and pulled them towards my chest, my mind starting to consider what it was that was about to happen. 

Lauren ran her tongue down further and I felt it brush over my anus. It was, surprisingly, a delightful feeling.

Lauren grabbed my rock hard cock with one hand and licked at my butt hole, her tongue traveling in circles around my anus and flicking back and forth across my hole. She even pushed and probed inside me with her tongue, her hand still firmly wrapped around my shaft. 

I lay mesmerized as she pleasured my butt for several minutes, before her tongue wound its way back up over my scrotum and along my cock, which she then took within her mouth again. She didn't stop there for long though, continuing to use her mouth to explore her way back up my body.

She licked and bit at my nipples and I had my hands entangled in her hair as she moved closer and closer to my face, biting and licking. I felt her tongue on my collar bone, on my neck, then my ear and finally it was in my mouth as her pussy rubbed against and then slid down over my erection.

"Did you like that?" she asked me, taking a breath between kisses.

"I have to admit that I did," I replied. 

"Good, because now I want you to eat my ass for me, will you do that?"

"Anything you desire, my Princess," I said to her. She grinned at me and rolled over to lay on the bed, spreading her legs and pulling her knees to her chest in readiness.

I moved in between her legs again, first using my fingers to trace over her pussy and push within her folds and then my tongue, driving it as deep inside her hole as I could before trickling and trailing it down toward her anus. 

I paused before I did so, taking a moment to survey the puckered hole that I was about to use my tongue on. Thinking about how pleasurable it had been for me, I ran my tongue around her anus as she had done for me.

I flicked it back and forth and ran it around and around and the whole time Lauren sighed and moaned and cried out with pleasure. I wrapped one hand around her right leg and applied my thumb to her clit as I continued this new exploration.

I felt Lauren's butt cheeks part further and realized that she had released her knees and was now using her hands to pull her buttocks apart to give me better and deeper access to her bum hole. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could and rubbed my thumb hard against her clit. 

Lauren came and I slipped my tongue out of her anus, watching as her pussy and anus both clenched over and over again as the pleasure washed through her. 

"Oh fuck that was so good," she said to me, grinning. She pulled me up toward her and I kissed her, pushing her legs apart with my knee. They parted willingly and I slipped my cock back up into her tight pussy, still moving gently with the aftermath of her climax.

I started slowly, but couldn't hold back and started fucking her pussy harder and faster. As I approached my second climax, Lauren stopped me. 

"No, not in my pussy; I want you to cum in my bum," she demanded. She pushed me away and I allowed her room to move. She turned over onto her hands and knees and invited me to fuck her from behind. I slipped my cock back inside, feeling her along the entire length of my cock as I slid all the way inside her. Lauren pushed back, encouraging me to fuck her deep and hard.

I slid myself in and out of her pussy, enjoying each stroke until she reminded me, "In my ass, I need to feel your cock in my ass." My cock slipped from her pussy and I rubbed the length of it down over her anus before holding the head of it against her anus. 

As soon as it was centered, I could feel Lauren pushing back against me, urging me to get my cock into her bum. I applied pressure and then my cock was slipping inside the tight ring of her anus, sliding deeper and deeper until my balls were squashed up against her pussy.

"Oh fuck that feels so big!" she said, looking over her shoulder at me, grinning. "Fuck me, Dave, just fuck it like you were my pussy." I pulled back, feeling her anus slide over my cock before thrusting back inside her again.

"Oh fuck yes!" Lauren cried and I started working my cock in and out of her butt just as I had been doing to her pussy.

I reached forward and grabbed Lauren's tit with one hand, pulling on it and she reached back beneath herself with one hand to pleasure her clit. She dropped her head and shoulders down onto the bed and I had to release her tit as she now used both her hands to pleasure her clit and pussy. 

I kept fucking her butt and could feel my orgasm getting close, but Lauren beat me to it. With an ecstatic cry, she exploded and I felt her butt hole grabbing at my cock. It was more than I could take and my balls tensed and released. I felt my seed eject from my cock, filling her arse.

We collapsed together moments later, lying on the bed, content. 

"God I wish you were staying," she said to me sleepily a little later again.

"Or that you were coming with me," I said, my hands gently caressing her hair and stroking the line of her jaw.

"You fly out tomorrow night, don't you?" she asked me. I confirmed that this was the case.

"Can you come to the park tomorrow?" she asked me.

"I think I can scrounge up enough for one more day," I replied, "even if I only get to spend your breaks with you."

"Don't worry, I'll get a ticket left for you at the gate, I'm owed some favours," she smiled to me sleepily. 

"What time do you have to be at the park?" I asked her. She told me the time and I sighed. It was early.

"Will you stay the night?" I invited.

"Yes," she said, smiling. We kissed good night and dropped off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, there was a note on my pillow. (I thought that only ever happened in the movies).

Dave, you sex-crazed beast =)

You look just as good asleep as you do when you're burying that lovely cock in my pussy. I didn't want to wake you, so please forgive the note. I had to get to work, so when you get to the gate, go to the one closest to the road, there'll be a ticket there in your name. Come to the royal court and line up for a photo at 11am. I'll have one of the pages sort you out.

Oh, and check out your phone.

Luv Lauren xxx ;o)

My phone lay on the bed next to me, so I picked it up. The wall paper had been changed and now showed a picture of Lauren, standing in the hotel room in her blue summer dress. She had one hand on her hip, and the other held beside her. Dangling from it was the white lace thong. 

I grinned and barred up. I decided to check the phone for more pictures, just in case. I was glad that I did, because I was rewarded.

There were three more photos, one of Lauren lifting her skirt up to show her hairless pussy, one of her exposing her right breast and finally a shot of what could only be her finger sticking in her butt. She'd obviously had a very busy morning.

I was tempted to masturbate and blow my load, but held off, hoping that it might get taken care of later.

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I approached the first gate that I came to and stood in line at the ticket booth. When it was my turn, I said to the girl behind the counter, "I was led to believe that you'd have a ticket here for me ... my name's Dave."

"And can I ask who was going to leave this for you?" she asked me.

"Lauren," I replied, starting to think that there might be a hitch. The girl smiled at me and turned to pick up an envelope. She withdrew a ticket from it and scanned it before handing it to me.

"Have a special day," she said to me, grinning. I smiled at her, wondering if she knew more than I did or whether it was just one of those greetings that they use at these places. 

I glanced back as I passed through, thinking about it and she was still watching me. She winked and I was now convinced that she did indeed know something.

I looked at my watch. 10am. Too early to go to the royal court, so I took my time strolling over to Fantasy Land, watching the people with smiles plastered on their faces because they were in Disneyland. Young or old, they all had it.

When I did get to the royal park, there was a queue to get your photo taken with the princesses again. I stood at the end of the line and endured the same curious looks from the families gathered there with their kids, some of them dressed in the costumes of the princesses that they were there to see, that I had the other day when I'd stood in line childless.




Sleeping Beauty Awakened



When I reached the end of the line, the same blonde girl was there that had greeted me the first time.

"Back again are we?" she said smiling.

"I can't believe that with all the people that you must see each day that you even recognise me," I said, laughing. 

"Well I possibly wouldn't have if someone hadn't asked me to be on the look out for you," she replied, grinning. She had the same twinkle in her eye that the girl at the gate had had. "If you'd like to follow me please?" she said as the people in front of me made their way in to see the Princesses. 

Instead of taking me around to the area that I'd been to the other day, she led me to a door that was hidden in the side of the back drop against which the princesses had their photos taken.

She opened it for me and said, "If you could please just wait in here, your princess will join you shortly. She had a grin from ear to ear as she closed the door behind me. 

I was in a small room that was obviously set aside for the girls that were dressed as the Princesses to take a break and correct their make up and stuff. There were three small dressing tables with lit mirrors and a small fridge full of drinks. The only person in there was Cinderella. 

"Hello," she said as I entered and surveyed the area.

"G'day" I replied. 

"I think that's its time for me to give Sleeping Beauty a bit of a break," she said quietly, grinning at me as she slipped past me to leave via the door which I had entered. 

As she passed, her hand stroked across my stomach and she licked her lips, smiling. "Have fun," was her parting comment. 

I stood watching after her, somewhat stunned by her action and hadn't really recovered when the door opened again. My breath was taken away. Framed in the bright doorway was Lauren, dressed as Sleeping Beauty again in her pink gown, every bit as captivating as when I had first seen her. 

"We can't be loud," she said, advancing on me as my gaping mouth was slowly morphed into a welcoming smile. "And we don't have a lot of time, but I want to use every second that we have. She advanced on me and her hands immediately sought out my pants, attacking anything that kept them from falling to the floor.

Moments later I got to watch as Sleeping beauty squatted down in front of me and opened her mouth to start sucking on my dick. She gazed up at me as her mouth traveled all over my cock, her tongue snaking out and around and teasing it as well, one hand cupping my exposed balls and gently squeezing on them. There as something extraordinarily erotic about having a Disney Princess sucking on my cock!

"I so wanted to fuck you again this morning," Lauren told me between mouthfuls, "but I needed to be able to get to work on time, so I settled for the photos, hoping that they'd give you enough incentive to follow up and come here. I guess they worked."

"Finding them on the phone was the most amazing thing that's happened to me since last night," I replied, smiling as she sucked again on my dick. "Though I was always going to come and see you again, photos or no photos. Last night was amazing."

Sleeping Beauty stood before me again, kissing me this time before placing her hands on my shoulders and pushing me towards the floor. 

"Kneel for your Princess," she commanded with a faux regal voice and a grin. She put one foot up on a chair and started to lift her voluminous skirts. I knelt before her and grabbed the hem, pulling her skirts up and over my head. When I found her deep within its folds, I was rewarded with the fact that she wore no underwear and my fingers traced their way over her perfectly bald pussy. 

"Lick me, my Prince," I heard her say. I didn't need to be told twice and ran my tongue over her bald mound and then down to her pussy. I delved between her lips and flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit as she stood there. I could feel her legs shaking the longer I licked her and knew that she was enjoying it as much as I was.

As I licked at her pussy I thought about the previous night and decided that I would please her further. I maneuvered myself until I had my head right between her legs, facing the same way that she was. And then I licked down the length of her pussy until my tongue reached her butt hole. 

She wiggled against me as I ran my tongue across, around and into her anus. I continued to lick her for a while, using my fingers to tease and explore her pussy at the same time, but soon I felt her hand pushing my head away through the folds of her skirt. 

At first I simply sat stock still, thinking that maybe we'd been interrupted and that I might be able to hide within her skirt. But she was trying to step off from on top of me and so I quickly exited her skirt.

"Fuck me," she said intently, but quietly."

"With pleasure," I said. She turned the chair around and bent over it, placing her hands down on the seat. I lifted up her skirts and worked them up over her waist until I managed to expose her butt and legs from behind.

Her tight, cute little arse was such a perfect picture as she bent over the chair that I couldn't resist a little more fun before I fucked her. I knelt down behind her and spread her butt cheeks with my hands so that I could lick her pussy from behind and again, licked all the way up to her anus, rimming and licking at it. I slipped my tongue in her butt hole one final time and then stood up again, hearing Lauren moan as I briefly left her alone.

I ran my cock down the crack of her arse toward her pussy. I pushed my cock inside and Lauren pushed back against me.

"I can't believe I'm fucking Sleeping Beauty at Disney Land," I said, quietly, grinning.

"Then we'll have to take a picture so you can remember," Lauren said, laughing. "Let me move." I slid from her pussy and she stepped away from me, her skirts falling back to the floor. She turned around and sat down on one of the chairs, then lifted the folds of her skirts in front of her until I could see her pussy. 

"Kneel down again, Prince Charming and do your worst to me," she hissed. I knelt before her and slid my cock into her pussy. "Now you can get your photo," she said.

I fished around until I could find my telephone and then as my cock slid in and out of her pussy, aimed my camera at Lauren. She smiled her most beautiful princess smile and I snapped a photo that showed my cock in her pussy as she held her skirts for me. 

"You be sure to send these to me," she said.

"My pleasure, milady," I replied, bowing towards her as my cock slid in and out. Lauren grinned. 

'"We don't have a lot of time, I think I need you to cum for me," she said.

"Your wish is my command," I replied. "And how would milady like this accomplished?"

"I'll suck you off," she said, grinning. I pumped my cock hard and fast into her pussy until I was on the brink of cumming, then I stood up, my cock sliding from her. 

Lauren leaned forward from the seat and took my cock in her mouth, bobbing it up and down my length as she sought to make me cum. 

Just as I felt the rush in my balls that announced my explosion, the door opened behind me. Lauren turned to look with a gasp and I blew my load. My cum spurted against her cheek and dripped down onto her high pink collar. 

Cinderella had just slipped into the room, closing it quickly behind her. 

"Fuck Kathy," Lauren hissed, "I told you I'd come out when I was ready." Cinderella suppressed a laugh as Lauren stood up and she saw the cum splattered across her face. 

"God, I'm sorry Lauren, but Maggie came and you know what she's like when we mess up her schedule. I told her that you'd felt a little faint and that I was just covering for a few minutes. She bought it for now, but it was either her or me come in to check on you and I thought you'd prefer me seeing this than her." I was scrambling to get my pants back on at this point.

"Nice ass by the way," Kathy said to me, causing me to blush. "Maybe I should have grabbed you myself yesterday."

"Nuh uh, this Prince Charming is allll mine," Lauren said, having grabbed some wipes to clean my cum from her face.

"Can you give us a couple of minutes more?" I asked the girl dressed as Cinderella.

"Only if its desperate," she replied, glancing at her watch.

"it is, Lauren hasn't cum yet," I answered, pleased to see Lauren's mouth gape open as a blush bled down her face. Kathy stood equally stunned but recovered first.

"I definitely shouldn't have let you past," she laughed, "Be quick!"

"I can't believe you just said that to her," Lauren laughed as Kathy disappeared back out of the door. 

"Oh well, she'd already seen you covered in my cum, I figured there wasn't much point in being backwards now. Now sit down and let me eat you again."

Lauren sat back down on the chair and I buried myself in her skirts, delving until I found her pussy. Once there, I fervently attacked it with my tongue. It wasn't long until I heard Lauren whimpering and her body shook and shuddered as she came. 

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Shortly after, the royal page girl was leading me away from the court. 

"Damn you must be good, I've never seen Lauren look so happy," she said to me as we parted. That comment, along with the sight of Sleeping Beauty sucking my cock, will remain etched in my mind forever as memoirs of my trip to Disneyland. 

Not to mention the photos ...or the plane ticket that I have back to LA for next week ... or the job transfer that I've arranged ...