0 comments/ 325098 views/ 57 favorites Asleep By: spoonbender My childhood was a dichotomy. On one hand, I had my loving father, who was always pleasant and sweet and did everything for the family. On the other hand, I had my shrew of a mother, who was always mean and nasty and bitching about everything, mostly my father. I can remember night after night of her harping on him for one stupid thing after another. As much as I wanted the family to stay together, I sometimes wished that she would just leave. She was always the cause of the fights, and was never satisfied by anything that anyone else in the family did. You would have thought that a mother would want to bond with her only daughter, but that wasn't the case. She was never nice to me at all. But enough about Mother. This story isn't about her. I mention her because it was her constant shrieking that brought me and my father closer together over the years. We had a common enemy. I didn't know what he saw in her. Perhaps she was different when she had been younger. Perhaps he liked the challenge. I don't know. But for whatever reason, he stayed with her and he loved her and he did his best to please her. It wasn't enough of course. After years and years of being displeased, she finally left. Dad, being the kind of man he is, took it hard, really hard. He was almost inconsolable. I felt really bad, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I tried to tell him that it was for the best, and now maybe he could be happy, but he wouldn't listen. He started staying out late at night drinking, and I was worried for him. Several nights he didn't come back at all. By now, I was almost 10 years old. I was very protective of my Daddy, and I didn't want him to get hurt. I couldn't even really sleep knowing that he was out there, somewhere, doing god-knows-what. I had been trying to sleep in my own room, but it wasn't working. When Dad came home drunk he wouldn't wake me up. I was afraid that he would get in trouble if there wasn't someone to watch him. Then one night, I had an idea. I'd sleep in my parents' room. That way, when he got home, I'd be there and he would have to wake me up. That idea made me feel better, so that night, after waiting up for him as long as I could, I crawled into my parent's bed and fell right asleep. My scheme worked perfectly. At about one in the morning, Dad came home, stumbling around, but trying to be quiet. I wouldn't have noticed him if I'd been in my own room, but his bouncing around woke me up, at least a little. I opened one eye as I saw him struggling to get ready for bed. I was too tired to actually get up and help him, but he was doing an ok job by himself. I just remained in the bed, half-asleep. I had intended to get up, help him to bed, and then go back to my room, satisfied that he had gotten home safely. But, now, in the middle of the night, I was too tired to move. He didn't turn the light on the whole time he was getting ready. I could only see him because there was a full-moon that night and because he had the hallway light on. I supposed that he had been conditioned not to wake up his wife, so he was used to getting undressed in the dark when he came home late. He was so considerate! I heard him go into the bathroom and then I drifted off to sleep again. As I said, it was pretty late. A little while later I felt him get into bed and put the covers over himself. I was lying on my side, where Mom used to sleep, and he got in on his side behind me. He reached over and mumbled something. Then he put his arm around me. It felt so comforting to have Dad's arm over me. He hugged me close and then began to ‘spoon' me. Since I never got too many hugs from Mom, I had always been deprived of cuddling. It was so nice to have Dad's warm hugs around me. I smiled. We lay there for a few minutes in silence. Dad was snoring a little. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had hit the bottle pretty hard that night. I was glad that he had made it home alright and that I was here for him. He really needed someone. I shudder to think what would have happened if he had been alone when Mom left. Slowly, in his sleep, Dad began rubbing my stomach. Up and down. His big hands crossed my tummy. I'm a pretty small girl, even for an almost-ten year old girl, and Daddy is a big man, so his hand almost completely covered my stomach. I loved getting my stomach rubbed. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I'll even rub it myself it feels so good. Daddy snuggled closer to me. He began to mumble something. It was inaudible at first, but he got clearer. "Come on Ellen", he was saying, "How about it?" Ellen is my Mom's name. He was evidently dreaming about being with Mom. Maybe in his drunkenness he didn't remember that Mom had left him. He reached under my nightgown and put his hand directly on the skin of my stomach. His hand was cold, and it gave me goosebumps. Then he moved it up, and cupped my small breast. I opened my eyes wide. I didn't really know what to do. At almost-10, I didn't exactly have breasts, but the area had recently become extremely sensitive. His cold fingers made my nipples rock hard as he sensually and softly kneaded my tiny breast. I just lay there in shock for a few seconds. Then he snuggled me tighter. I felt a poking sensation around my butt. "Oh no, he's naked", I thought. I didn't realize that my father slept in the nude. He started rhythmically pressing his hips up against my ass. His hand began squeezing my breast in time with his gyrations. I was a little scared. I mean, a father shouldn't be doing this to his own daughter right? It was weird, and a little sick. Of course, he had no idea what he was doing. As far as he was concerned, he was just trying to have a cuddle with his wife, which is a completely natural thing to do. I wanted to wake him up, to tell him to stop. To warn him what he was trying to do to his own daughter. But then I decided that I couldn't do it. If I embarrassed him like that, he would get even more depressed. He would feel like a complete pervert. I couldn't do that to Daddy, he was a good man. I tried to scoot out of the way a little, but Dad followed me across the bed. "Please Ellen?", he said, "It's been so long." He sounded so sad. He sounded like he really needed it. I didn't want to deny my own Daddy, he was such a great guy. He had been through so much. I wanted to be a good daughter to him, to make him happy, to make him feel good. I was the only family he had left. The only person he could trust. "You know, I could just let him do it." I thought. Who would know, right? I mean, he thought that he was having sex with his wife, so for him it was perfectly ok. I would know what happened, but as long as I kept quiet, it would be ok. After he was done I could just sneak back to my room, and when he woke up tomorrow, he would just think that it was all a dream. I decided that I would do it, that I would let my Daddy fuck me. I reached down and slowly pulled my panties down to my knees. Then I backed up a little bit and opened my legs and inch. My Daddy's penis slipped between my thighs. I closed my legs and squeezed on it lightly. It was so warm. It felt quite good. It was really stiff on the inside, but the outside was really soft and smooth. He rubbed himself up between my thighs for a while as I hesitated. Did I really want to do this? I decided that I did. His hands were all over my tits. They were making me wet between the legs. I didn't understand how he couldn't tell the difference between me and Mom. My breasts are way smaller than hers, but he kept rubbing them anyway saying, "I love you Ellen, I love you." I opened my legs a little and touched Daddy's dick with my hand. I maneuvered the tip up against the lips of my vagina. He did the rest. With one stroke he was inside me. I gasped a little. I squeezed my legs closed again. I wanted to be tight for Daddy after all. He started to pump me, in and out in and out. He really knew his way around a woman's body. He varied the length and time of each stroke, so I didn't know how far he was going to go in, and how long he was going to pause between each pump. Mom was a really lucky woman if she was getting this treatment regularly. He put his hand on my hip and pulled my ass closer towards him. He kept going for a good fifteen minutes. All the while he was whispering "Ellen, Ellen". He was still dreaming about fucking his wife. I have to admit that it was very strange at first, pretending that I was my own Mother, but after a while I sort of got into it. I even started whispering back, "oh Harold, Fuck me Harold, harder, harder." (My Dad's name is Harold). My Dad's penis really felt good inside me. It was like something that I'd always been missing. We had been so close before, now we were even closer. I felt so good with myself that I was making him happy like this. I had tried so many other things to replace Mom since she left. I had cooked him dinner and cleaned the house and all that, but I never felt that I was giving him what he needed. Finally I found a way to make my Daddy happy. I was grinning ear to ear when he finally climaxed inside me. We lay there quietly for a minute or two, breathing hard. Then he pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. He was spent. After a minute I could hear his snoring. He was back in dreamland. I rolled over and put my arm around his chest. I could feel his semen slowly leaking out of me. He was beautiful. I looked down and finally saw my Daddy's cock. It was kind of soft now, but it was still pretty big. I couldn't help myself. I had not had much experience with boys before, and I had never really gotten a chance to explore a man's body. I reached down and took it in my hand. I played with it for a while, stretching it and bending it and just seeing what it was made out of. I'm sure all girls do that when they have a chance, at least the curious ones do. To my surprise, it started to get stiff in my hand. I couldn't believe it. I had always heard that once a guy has an orgasm, he is done for the night. But here my Dad was proving how amazing a guy he was yet again. As I rubbed my fingertips over it, it got longer and longer and thicker and thicker. It was rock hard in just a few minutes. Wow! I really should have left then. I should have gone back to my room and let Daddy sleep and let him wake up and think that everything was a dream. But I was fascinated by his dick. It was much wider than the ones that I had seen previously. It was pretty long too. I needed a closer look. I scooted down and put my face right next to it. It looked like a weapon. I started imagining what it would be like to actually see it shoot sperm. I figured what the hell, and lowered my head down to it. I started kissing the shaft. The skin was softer than a set of lips. It was still a bit sticky from being inside me. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, just below the head. It tasted like my own juices. I lifted it up a bit and took the entire tip in my mouth. I had never let a boy put his cock in my mouth before. I had thought that it was pretty gross actually. But it was different with Daddy. He could put his cock in my mouth anytime. I started sucking on in. Just a bit of suction at first, then more. I tried to get as much in my mouth as I could, but I have to admit, I couldn't take too much. Daddy started groaning in his sleep. He was enjoying himself. I sucked it for a while and then gave up, it was too big. I just aimed it at the ceiling and I started stroking it up and down. I've given several hand jobs in my life and I have been complemented on my technique. The key is to hold lightly and let the skin slide beneath your hand. I wasn't sure, because it was hard to see clearly, but I think that it had gotten even bigger than before. It looked absolutely huge. I couldn't believe that just a few minutes ago I fit that whole thing inside me. I kicked off my panties and began rubbing my pussy with my other hand. Although Daddy had fucked me for a long time, I hadn't come yet. I guess that I was too weirded out at first to enjoy myself. I was getting more comfortable with the idea now. I wondered if Mom ever gave Dad a hand job like this, and if so, was she as good. I hoped not. I hoped that she really sucked in bed. Maybe whatever man she ended up with would find out and leave her. So, my left hand was stroking up and down on Daddy's dick, while my right hand was tickling the fur between my legs. I never shave down there, I like the hair, it adds to my pleasure to have the hairs played with. I rubbed my little clit up and down. It was still all wet from my juice and my Daddy's semen. My head was on Daddy's stomach, and I watched his cock as I rubbed it. I wanted him to come again. I wanted him to shoot. I imagined what it would be like. Would it dribble out? Would it squirt to the ceiling? I had no idea. How much would there be? I got my answer a few minutes later. A thick wad of sperm shot out of my Daddy's dick as he groaned. It went up in the air about a foot or two. Then it came back down and landed on my cheek. Then another shot. Three shots in all came out. The last one dribbled down my hand. I guess he was done. The thought of having my father's sperm on my face was just too much for me. I rubbed my clit once more and I came. I came pretty hard. I usually have pretty strong orgasms, but this one was especially intense. Maybe it was the taboo aspect that really got me off. Maybe it was the knowledge that I was doing something for a person I really cared about. Maybe it was because Daddy's cock was so huge. But for whatever reason, I really came. My body was shaking, and I saw stars. It was so intense that I immediately fell asleep. Totally naked, with Dad's cock in my hand, and his semen all over my face. I didn't wake up until the following morning. I dreamed about how happy I could make Daddy. I had meant to get up and leave before my father woke and found himself naked in bed with his own daughter, but the orgasm had exhausted me. Early in the morning Dad woke up to find himself naked, with his daughter's hand still clutching his cock. "What the hell?",. he said loudly, pulling himself up into a sitting position against the backboard. I rolled off of him and woke up. It took me a few seconds to remember what happened that night, but once I did, I looked up coyly at him. "Don't be mad Daddy", I said in my best little girl voice. "What are you doing? Where are my pants?", he said. "I was just trying to make you feel good. I was waiting in bed for you and you home drunk. I was worried about you." "So you thought that you would sleep with me, that's sick!" Daddy was looking quite upset. I explained the whole story to him, I explained that he thought that I was Mom, and I wanted to please him so badly. I wanted him to get over Mom and move on with life. I told him that it was ok, and that it felt good. He hadn't done anything wrong to me, on the contrary, it was beautiful, and I had wanted it too. "That doesn't make it right", he said. "I know, but it can be our little secret. Who has to know what goes on in your bedroom? Let me be there for you Dad, at least for a little while. I know that you need relief sometimes, I know that you get horny. Why don't you just use me for relief? I won't say no like Mom used to. I promise." "But I can't fuck my own daughter." He said. "You can't fuck this?" I spun around and lay on my back with my feet towards Daddy. I opened my legs as wide as I could, reached down, and opened my pussy for him. It was wet again., How could it not be with my Daddy's naked cock in plain view. "Don't you want this pussy Daddy? You can have it whenever you want. I won't tell anybody." I looked down, his cock was starting to get stiff again. He must have liked what he saw. "How can I stay mad at my little girl?" he said with a smile on his face. He came over and started to kiss me. First, it was like a Dad kiss, a gentle peck. Then it got harder. I opened my lips and put my tongue in his mouth. We rolled around on the bed for a while, I had my hand on his dick, while he inserted a finger in my wet cunt. God, even his fingers were big! Then he did something which no boy has ever been willing to do. He put his head between my legs and licked my clit. God that felt good! I kept screaming, "Lick it Daddy, lick it, lick my cunny." That got him going more and more, and I eventually climaxed on his face. He pulled his head up, my juices were all over his cheeks. I pushed him onto his back and got on top of him. I lowered myself onto his big cock and started pumping away. When I had fucked Daddy the first time, I was just passive, and I was pretending to be Mom, so it didn't really count. But now I was on top of him, actively fucking my own father. His dick felt even bigger at this angle than it did last night. I kept screaming, "Fuck me Daddy, fuck your daughter's tight pussy! Make your little girl come!" He had his hands on my hips, lifting me up and down on his shaft. My comments seemed to turn him on ever more. I think that most people are originally turned off by the thought of incest, but once they get into it, it makes you horny as hell! We fucked for a long time. I was getting tired. Dad has a lot of stamina. Most of the boys I had been with would have shot their loads in a minute or two, but my father just kept going. I thought about what it would be like when he came. He was in the same position as last night. Would his sperm shoot up into me a foot or two? Would I be able to feel it? Would I be able to get him hard again in a few minutes? Then Daddy groaned. He strained his hips and squirted semen into his little girl's pussy. It felt great. Just watching the look on his face, knowing that I had made him so happy. We cuddled for a while after that. Then we had sex again. Then we cuddled. We talked about the future. About how I would be there for him when he needed me. About how we wouldn't talk about our sex lives with other people who might get the wrong idea. Then we took a shower together. I can't wait to have sex with Daddy again tonight. He told me that he won't drink anymore, and that he'll come home early. I'm going to be ready for him. I'll put on my sexiest outfit. We're going to go out. Not like father and daughter, but like boyfriend and girlfriend. Then we'll come home and screw until we pass out. I think I might let Daddy squirt in my mouth tonight, I've never tasted semen before, and I'm curious. But whatever happens, I'll always be glad that Daddy and I found each other, and that we're going to be way happier together than Mom will ever be wherever she winds up. Asleep & Awake (This is my first venture into the erotic writing world and I hope you all enjoy it. I know the title is lousy so don't hit me too hard on that, I'll try to do better in the future. Any comments or suggestions, good or bad, are welcome. However, if you don't like what I've written, please send constructive criticism and not just comments like ‘it sucked', so I can improve what's lacking. Hope you enjoy.) Gina was lying in bed beside her best friend, Denise, and unable to sleep simply stared up at the dark ceiling. Although she could hear the steady breaths signifying Denise's slumber, she found her mind racing in too many directions in order for her to find her way to her own restful dreamland. Turning her head on the thick pillow, she again looked over at her friend's peaceful face while she slept. Gina looked silently at her friend, admiring the way Denise's jet black hair pooled around and framed her beautiful face, highlighting the perfectly even light caramel color of her flawless skin. Gina had always been envious of Denise's skin tone. Since Denise was of Asian-American descent, she had a perfect tan all year round while Gina had to struggle to maintain her own color that, while nice, was no where near Denise's. As Gina's eyes fell to the tender perfectly formed slopes of Denise's lips, that were slightly open to allow soft breaths to escape, her mind again turned to the event earlier that evening that was currently keeping her from much needed sleep. The two of them had been at a party with some friends from school; drinking, flirting, and just having the usual brand of fun. However, as the party wound down until only a few people were left, someone had suggested a game of Truth or Dare and, always up for a fun game, Gina and Denise happily joined in. The usual round of questions and dares popped up until Gina dared one of the guys to run around the living room with his pants around his ankles. Of course, everyone had a good laugh as he did so, shuffling around with his pants around his feet and his Sponge Bob Squarepants boxers on full display. However, not to be outdone, the victim of her dare turned to the other guys present, when she was foolish enough to accept a dare from him in return, and asked for ideas. The boys huddled around and whispered before they all sat back with telling grins on their faces. With a wide challenging smile, the guy had dared Gina to kiss Denise on the lips for one minute. That wouldn't have been that big of a challenge, except he further clarified that it had to be a French kiss and with "plenty of tongue." The girls initially refused but after plenty of good-hearted teasing and complaining by the guys, the two of them eventually gave in and agreed to the dare. Gina could still remember how green Denise's eyes looked as they turned to face each other then slowly moved towards one another. Even as she rested on the bed, she could still smell Denise's subtle perfume that had so suddenly enveloped her senses as they nervously leaned into each other until their soft lips made contact. She could feel the warm tingling begin to build within the soft flesh that she held hidden beneath the dark blue material of her panties as she closed her eyes and remembered the way their soft lips had parted in order to allow their tongues to meet. The silence of the dark room surrounding her reminded her of the hushed excitement from earlier as their friends watched her and Denise explore one another's mouths with the probing lengths of their dueling tongues. She imagined how they must have looked, her own blonde hair contrasting against Denise's straight black strands while their open mouths allowed their tongues to meet in a moist dance. Before she was even aware that she was doing it, Gina moved her hand over and let it rest against her silk encased mons. Her trembling gasp seemed loud in the quiet room as her fingers began to slowly slide along the fragile silk of her panties while they traced along the soft edges of her labia. The quiet tingling that emanated from within her suddenly erupted into a throbbing demanding need as her fingers teased along her hidden folds. Her fingers pressed more firmly against her warm dampening slit as she remembered the delightfully perfect taste of Denise's mouth, the warmth of her breath washing against her own parted lips, and the inviting scent of Denise's skin mingling with the soft aroma of her perfume. Bending her right leg, she opened her thighs further, giving her fingers better access to the invigorating pulse that thrummed from her sex, while she turned her head and opened her eyes to carefully look at her sleeping girlfriend. She could hear the rhythm of her own breathing quickening as she looked at Denise and teased the sensitive nub of her clit through the thin curtain of her panties. The blankets from the shared bed were stretched warmly across Denise's stomach, leaving the gently rising and falling hills of Denise's large breasts exposed as the fleshy peaks stretched the soft purple silk and black lace covering of her cami. Gina was unable to prevent her eyes from dipping down and lingering on the full rounded globes of Denise's smooth breasts, and the deep valley of her cleavage, as they rose from the top of her cami. Unable to stop herself, Gina began rubbing the pads of her fingers in short quick strokes over the swollen pearl of her clit, sending delicious rippling tremors coursing from her eighteen year-old pussy up her frame before they curled in delightful vibrations around her tight extended nipples. Her clinging baby tee felt constricting as it molded to her own pert breasts while she stared longingly at her friend's much larger ones. Gina had been aware, and had grown comfortable, with her own bisexuality since that aspect of herself had been awaken the previous summer when she had been seduced by the woman whom she worked as a dog walker for to earn extra spending money. As she looked at her best friend's large, perfectly developed breasts, she marveled at how much larger they were than her previous lover's. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have those large mounds of flesh spilling from between her fingers as she held them. How Denise's skin would feel, smell and taste as she pressed her heaving swells against her face, allowing Gina to take one of those rounded hills into her suckling mouth. She could feel the silk crotch of her panties sticking wetly to the dewy surface of her pussy as her fingers ground in firm solid circles against her clit. Succumbing to the loud demand surging from her moist cunt, Gina moved her hand up then slowly wiggled her fingers under the snug waistband of her panties. She watched her friend's beautiful face, with a mixture of need and the fear of her waking up to catch her, as she slid her fingers through the thin strip of trimmed hair then along the slippery wet surface of her slit. Her breath caught in her throat for a fleeting second before it was released with a quiet whimper as she felt the soft slick folds of her pussy being spread by her fingers. She felt her eyes roll back before they were hidden under the closed lids of her eyes as she teased the dripping opening to her pussy with a finger before she slid it smoothly into the wet warmth. Afraid of waking Denise, Gina bit down against her lower lip, hoping to stifle the whimpers that threatened to leap from her mouth, as she began to slowly piston her middle finger in and out of the gripping tunnel of her pussy. She could feel the silk backing of her panties being wedged into the snug crease of her ass while she pulled her probing finger back, only to add a second finger before she slid them smoothly into the slippery tissue of her pussy. Her short jagged breaths seemed loud as she continuously mined her fingers into the dripping cavern of her sex, while her slender hips began to squirm against the mattress. Her tight nipples were throbbing, demanding attention as they were teased from the suddenly coarse sensation of her tee, as it pressed against her larger than a handful sized breasts. The fleshy hills were aching to be touched, squeezed, but Gina was too afraid to tend to their need since her free arm was pinned between her and Denise's bodies. In order to quell the ache in her breasts, Gina pressed the heel of her hand against her throbbing clit, grinding against it while her fingers deliciously probed inside of her clenching dripping cunt. She could suddenly smell the husky scent of her leaking, finger-filled cunt as it rose from beneath the covers. She began working her twin fingers faster, stabbing them into the clenching flesh of her pussy as she imagined Denise laying atop of her, both of them naked with their hands exploring one another while their tongues probed into each other's mouths. Arching her back, allowing her tee to stretch deliciously over the puckered pebbles of her nipples, Gina pressed her writhing hips down against the grinding heel of her palm, mashing her clit delightfully beneath it, as she thrust her fingers completely within her clenching cunt. Even with her biting down on her bottom lip, she was unable to prevent the seemingly loud whimper from jumping from her throat while she swirled her fingers within the sensitive walls of her slightly stretched pussy. Just as she began to resume her fingers forward and back thrust, allowing her thin fingers to spear through the puffy folds of her dripping slit, Gina felt Denise move beside her. Before she could register what was happening, Gina felt Denise roll over onto her side and lay her left arm across Gina's stomach. Freezing with her fingers still buried within the yearning depths of her pussy, Gina carefully peered over to her friend. She saw Denise, her eyes closed and apparently still asleep, laying against her and she was suddenly aware of the soft warm pressure of her friend's breasts pressing against her arm that lay pinned between them and the presence of Denise's smooth legs lighting touching her own. But what was worse, or better, was that Denise's arm was lightly resting just beneath the rise of Gina's own breasts. Gina lay rigid, even as her center demanded that she resume her self-serving attention, until she was sure that Denise was still sleeping. With small subtle pokes, Gina began slipping her fingers into the anxious opening of her slippery sex again. Closing her eyes again, Gina delighted in the feel of Denise's body so close to her, the feel of her warm breath washing softly against her arm, the light pressure of Denise's arm laying across her as if holding her, the warm smooth length of Gina's leg that had slid atop of her own but, mostly, the delicious pressure of her girlfriend's breasts as the silk covered pillows of Denise's breasts nuzzled against her arm. Her fingers began working in long deep strokes, slowly filling then emptying the gripping furnace of her cunt. She knew she should stop, well aware that her friend could wake at any second and catch her with her hand inside her panties and two fingers buried inside her slit, but the danger of being caught, coupled with the vivid images of Denise naked and enjoying her body, caused her excitement to override any common sense she may have had. With steadily increasing thrusts of lust filled determination, Gina began feeding her needy cunt her twin fingers, pressing them inside herself until they were completely hidden within her gripping slit. Her breaths were leaping from her parted lips in jagged labored gasps while her fingers tended to her undeniable hunger and brought her closer to the release she needed so badly. She swam within the intense shudders that rippled through her while her fingers repeatedly dove into her dripping pool and she was held in her friend's soft sleepy embrace. She was unable to stop the sudden breathy gasp of, "Oh god!" when she felt the unexpected movement of Denise's hand smoothly slide up the rise of her right breast before her friend's palm molded to the fleshy swell and laid still. Leaving her fingers entombed in the slippery grip of her cunt, Gina opened her eyes and peered down. She felt another trembling ripple race through her as she looked at her breast and saw the cotton-covered mound held lightly within the palm and spread fingers of her best friend. She could feel the sharp tingle of her nipple as it stabbed against the fabric of her top, aching to touch the bare flesh of the palm that rested against it. Although she left her hand still, pressing her palm to her dripping mound, she was unable to keep her fingers from their needed work. The long slender digits curled and straightened before curling again as she held them buried inside of her, allowing the pads of her fingers to drag across the giving tissue at the roof of her pussy. Then something totally unexpected happened that caused Gina to suck in a hissing breath and had her teetering on the edge of a mind-numbing orgasm. She felt Denise's, presumably asleep, hand begin to slowly move along her breast. Her flesh seared with intense tingles as Denise's hand explored the round fleshy mound of her breast, the slender fingers of her hand occasionally pressing into the yielding flesh with soft squeezes. Wiggling her fingers frantically within the gripping confines of her cunt, Gina pressed her head into the soft surface of her pillow as a low mewling whimper escaped her lips. Gina felt another sharp shudder reel through her small frame as she felt Denise's fingers sliding slowly over her breast then graze across the turgid sensitive bud of her nipple. She could feel the intense sensations curling from her tight bud, as Denise's fingers traced slow circles around the tight point, and slithering down her body before coiling deliciously in the pit of her stomach. When Denise's hand again pressed against Gina's cloth covered breast, her fingers spread wide over the plump mound, a strong shuddering spasm caused her needy frame to tremble sharply. Looking over, Gina suddenly felt her body tighten and butterflies slap sharply against the insides of her stomach when she saw Denise's head turned towards her and her eyes very much open. Her body froze as she stared wide-eyed at her friend, waiting for the expected words of shock from her friend. However, the slow careful movement of Denise's hand on her breast reminded her of what her friend was doing prior to her seeing that Denise was awake and she felt herself relax a bit. She could feel the muscles of her pussy gripping at her fingers, trying to draw further movement from them as she stared into the beautiful green pools of Denise's eyes and whispered, "Denise, I-" Denise cut her off with a smile and a whisper. "Shhh," she breathed as she raised her torso up upon an elbow while the tips of her fingers slowly glided across the trembling hill of Gina's breast. "Don't say anything. Just don't stop. You look so good and seem like you're so close." Without another word, Denise leaned over and pressed her lips against Gina's. The pressure of her friend's mouth upon hers, gave Gina's hand permission to continue. Her fingers resumed their delving inside of her creamy slit, stabbing steadily into the hot embrace of her sex, as she parted her lips, inviting Denise's tongue inside of her mouth. Gina was unable to prevent the loud lingering moan from vibrating from her throat as she felt Denise's soft wet tongue slide into her open mouth. While her fingers continued to stab inside of her leaking hole, the palm of her hand squirming against her swollen slit and clit, she hungrily feasted on her friend's tongue. She desperately revolved her own tongue around Denise's while their lips pressed almost bruisingly against one another. Her moans and whimpers seemed to come unceasingly now that she knew that Denise was awake and was actually encouraging her actions. Gina swam in the mind numbing sensations of Denise's slender fingers as they gently kneaded and squeezed the firm hill of her breast and her own fingers anxiously stabbed into her quivering clenching center. Gina released a low frustrated groan when she felt Denise withdraw her mouth from hers, her tingling lips demanding that the tender press of her girlfriend's lips be returned, and she opened her eyes to look at Denise. Gina found her breath sucked from her chest as she saw Denise's beautiful green eyes hovering above her, the long straight black hair of her friend hanging down and hiding their faces in a soft black curtain, while her hand pressed firmly into the heaving swell of her breast. The two girls silently stared at one another. Denise stared down with warm loving eyes as she leaned against her friend, feeling her breast pressing into, and gently pancaking against Gina's while her hand continued to caress and squeeze into the giving flesh of her friend's other breast. Gina's eyes looked on need fully, the wide blue orbs glazed while her jagged breaths broke against her friend's so close lips, her body releasing small jerks and shudders as she continued to feed her wet slippery fingers inside of her anxious cunt. Gina felt her inner walls clamp tightly against her deep probing fingers as she heard Denise's soft whisper. "God, Gina," she breathed. "You look so beautiful. Can I..do you think I can watch?" Gina felt a fresh rush of warm juices slice over her fingers and coat her palm as she heard Gina's soft voice. Afraid of voicing her thoughts, Gina simply nodded in response. With a bright smile, Denise started kicking at the covers, pressing them down with her foot until the blankets lay in a heap around both of their knees. Denise turned her head and peered down Gina's body. She silently watched the motion of Gina's pistoning fingers, the movement of her hand causing the blue silk of her panties to raise and lower with the motion of her hand. She felt Denise's hand slowly slide from her breast before the warm palm skimmed over the surface of her tight flat stomach. Denise's palm burned delightfully against her bare stomach, skimming along the hem of her short tee, while her friend watched her hand feed itself into the dripping hungry hole of her sex through the concealing curtain of her panties. "God, that's so sexy," Gina breathed as she watched the pistoning motion of her friend's fingers. Turning her head, she looked at Gina and found her friend's eyes closed again as she enjoyed the sensations she was giving herself. Darting her eyes down, Denise watched the rise and fall of her friend's pert breasts, the firm hills trembling with the ripples of her body, and found her eyes lingering on the definite points of her friend's nipples as they puckered the tight fabric of her top. Sliding her hand over the trembling surface of her friend's taut stomach, Denise hooked her thumb under the snug hem of Gina's tee shirt and began sliding it up her torso. She felt the sharp shudder reel through Gina's body as she pulled the shirt higher, the fabric catching on her friend's plump breasts before slipping over the upraised mounds. Leaving Gina's shirt gathered across her chest, Denise gazed at her friend's freshly exposed breasts while her tongue instinctively washed over her lips as she saw the hard turgid pebbles of her friend's nipples. Moving her hand down, Denise cupped the warm flesh of Gina's breast and lifted it while she leaned down. Parting the slopes of her lips, Denise allowed her tongue to extend then slowly trace around the steely tip of Gina's anxious bud. Denise felt Gina's free arm worm underneath of her before wrapping itself around her back. As her friend clung tightly to her, Denise drew Gina's breast into her mouth, her tongue rolling and flicking against the hard nipple. Denise heard Gina suddenly gasp, the loud breath mixing with the low throaty moan that surged from her lips, as she suckled at her breast, unaware that Gina had just joined a third finger inside of herself. Denise's lips pressed tightly into the smooth flesh surrounding her friend's nipple while her tongue and teeth teased the engorged bud with wet swirls and careful scrapes. She could easily hear the wet sounds of Gina's fingers thrusting inside of herself as she fed on her trembling breast and her ears filled with the delightful sounds of Gina's whimpering pleasure. Asleep in the Library You smile slightly as the kisses move along your neck. Enjoying the dream, wishing it were real. You start to roll over, and wake suddenly as you realize you can't move. You're eyes snap open, but you still see only darkness. You must be blindfolded. Trying to reach for your eyes, you realize you can't move your arms, and begin struggling. "It's no use," the voice whispers in your ear. "I've tied your wrists and ankles to the couch. Nobody else is left here either," the deep voice continues in your ear. "You are mine to use as I please." You feel a tongue snake across your ear as the voice goes silent. What is happening? you wonder. You try to think back as the lips return to your neck. You were studying late in the library, waiting for a friend to walk you home. You had only lain down for a minute to rest your eyes. You feel hands groping down your body, touching your shoulders, breasts, and stomach through your clothing. I can't believe this. I must have fallen asleep. The library must have closed while you were asleep, but someone had been inside. And now his hands were fondling you, squeezing you. Reaching your waist, you feel fingers under your shirt, lifting it and exposing your tummy. "No, please don't," you call out. Ignoring your please, the hands continue, lifting you slightly, the hands roughly push your shirt all the way to your neck, the cool air striking your skin. Suddenly, your ball cap is gone, and the hands return to your shirt, quickly pushing it over your head and down your arms, the material bunched against your bound wrists. Growing nervous, your breathing grows deeper, your chest heaving under your black lace bra. Fingers grab your breasts, squeezing them hard, pinching at the nipples through the thin lace. You feel the fingers undoing the clasp between your smooth breasts. Suddenly, the fabric is gone. Your nipples harden immediately in the cold air. The hands immediately return to your nipples, tweaking then hard. Suddenly, you feel a hot mouth on your breast, greedily sucking your nipple. As the mouth milks one breast, the other hand continues to kneed the other. The assault on your nipple continues, his tongue flicking over the tip. You yelp as he suddenly bites your nipple, raking his teeth over you breast. You are scared, but the constant attention to your sensitive breasts is starting to arouse you. You don't know what to think as the unseen mouth moves to your other breast, nibbling and licking you again. Suddenly, you feel hands in your waistband and your sweats are pushed down your legs, exposing your black lacy thong, and your smooth thighs. This is going to far. Struggling, you try to pull your wrists from the bonds. "Stop!" he tells you, slapping your now bare ass cheek. You ignore his command and continue struggling, trying to get free. Smack! The hand spanks your bare ass much harder this time, the sudden stinging bringing a shout to your mouth. "I told you to stop," he says louder now. "You will do as I please." You stop struggling, scared and excited at what will happen next. Your sweats are now at your ankles, and the hands are massaging up your legs, touching every inch of your skin. The fingers reach your panties. Despite your fear, you are becoming aroused. You can feel the wetness seeping into your panties, but not for long. "You won't be needing these." The fingers grab your thong, and yank it down to your ankles. "You are enjoying this, aren't you. I can see your wet pussy." You bite your lip, not wanting to answer. SLAP! You cry out at the pain as he smacks your ass even harder. "Answer when you are spoke to little girl." You don't want to admit it, but you have no choice. "Yes," you answer quietly. Your body was reacting to the touch. You know you are wet, your clit hardening under its hood. The hands slide back up your legs, this time reaching your pussy and massaging over your smooth skin. You can feel your excitement growing as the fingers spread and explore your lips. You jump as the fingers find your clit, pinching the bud. Involuntarily, your back arches against the fingers. Suddenly, you feel fingers filling your now wet pussy, pumping in and out. The pressure on your clit and in your pussy is too much, and you are beyond fighting now. You begin rocking against the fingers, seeking relief. The hands leave your pussy, and you call out. "NO!" You wait, arching your back, trying to find the fingers again. The frustration growing, you suddenly feel the hands again, this time on your ass, caressing up and down the crack. The fingers, wet with your juices are now caressing your asshole, spreading your wetness over the bud. One finger begins pressing into your ass, stretching you open. You press against the finger, trying to pull it inside you. You feel the pressure on your clit again, but this time it is wet and hot. Feeling hot breath against your pussy, you realize he is tonguing your clit. A second finger presses into your tight ass as the tongue on your clit picks up speed. You can feel the pressure growing; you are about to cum. "Oh God!" you shout. "Oh, no you don't. Not yet," the voice shouts. Without warning, the tongue leaves you, and the fingers pop out of your ass. Alone in the darkness again, you writhe and twist, struggling to reach a climax. Squeezing your pussy, you try to release the tension, but you can't. You need to be touched again. It seems like an eternity, waiting for the fingers to return, trying to rub yourself against the couch, dying for relief. Then, you feel the hands on your head, running through your hair, pulling your face forward. You feel the pressure against your lips. "Suck me, baby." It is his cock. "Suck me, and I might let you cum." Willing to do anything to cum, you run your tongue over the head, tasting the pre-cum on your lips. He presses forward, sliding the cock into your mouth as your start sucking and tonguing. Your lips wrapped tightly as you pull him into your mouth. You run your tongue along the underside of his cock as he beings to slowly fuck your mouth. Fingers return to your breasts again, rolling and teasing the nipple. The climax begins building again. You start sucking with more speed as your orgasm approaches. The pressure on your sensitive breasts is almost enough. You suck the cock as hard as you can, diving onto the cock, wanting release. As if sensing how close you are, he suddenly pulls away, leaving you alone and unfulfilled again. "Damn you!" you shout. "You can't do this to me." "What do you want," the voice answers, somewhere below your feet now. "Tell me my little love." "You know what I want," you shout back. You are desperate for relief now. "Fuck me now." "As you wish," he replies, grabbing your hips and flipping you face down on the couch. He has untied your ankles from the couch, but they are still bound together. Lifting you by the hips, he makes you kneel on the couch, your face pressed down, your hands still bound above our head. Pushing your knees apart, you can feel his body straddling your legs. You wiggle your ass, trying to find his touch. Suddenly you feel the head of his cock on your pussy, sliding up and down your wet slit. Massaging your clit momentarily before returning to your hole. Without warning, he presses against you, filling you with his cock. You press back, impaling yourself on his dick. Both of you close to cumming, you begin to fuck in earnest. Driving his cock into you, as you press your hot ass and pussy against him. His balls slap against your clit with each stroke. He grabs your hips, squeezing you hard as he rams you back against him. You feel him begin to pulse as he drives into you one last time. His orgasm starting and pulsing against you. As the first squirt fills your hot pussy, your climax rushed through you. You writhe against him, your cunt milking every drop from him. "Oh fuck!" you shout, as you buck against him. He collapses on top of you as you fall slat against the couch. You are spent, and now scared to know what will happen next. Feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. Slowly, he rolls off of you, and reaches above you. Leaving your wrists bound together, he unties you from the couch, and lowers you arms behind his neck. You squint against the light as the blindfold is removed. As your vision clears, you see his face clearly before you... Your lover. It was him all the time. Basking in the afterglow, and now relieved to know your "attacker", you pull his head toward you, kissing him deeply. You taste your sex on his lips and your tongues meet. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms and legs around you. Feeling his warmth, you close your eyes again. You will have to get even with him for this, but for now, you snuggle against him and kiss. Asleep with Michelle When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate and I could not afford a two-bedroom apartment, so we got a one-bedroom and flipped a coin for who would get the bedroom. He won. The living room was very large, so I made part of it into my "bedroom," though it was not partitioned off. In fact, my double bed was right beside the door. I had introduced this stunning dark-skinned brunette bartender Michelle to him that I dearly wanted myself, but Steve, being a veritable babe magnet, came home with her to our apartment early one morning after she got off from the bar. I was very stoned and spanking the old monkey while lying on top of my bed with the bedspread still on when I heard their voices and his key slip in the door. Completely naked with no time to hide and embarrassed to the max, I just lay there face up with a huge erection pretending to be asleep. They noticed right away and giggled. I heard them walk over to the table and Steve, noticing the Hawaiian sensemilla and bong there, said to Michelle what potent weed it was and that I had obviously smoked myself into oblivion. A few moments later, I heard the bong gurgling as they helped themselves to several hits. Then Michelle commented, "From the looks of that flagpole, he doesn't appear to be in complete oblivion. Do you think he's having a sex dream?" "Probably," said Steve, "He's had rotten luck with girls lately. You know he has a big thing for you." "Really?" said Michelle, "I had no idea. He's too nice of a guy. If he wants to get laid, he needs to be more like you and take charge. Hell, I would've been delighted for him to jump my bones. You know I'm a wild woman." If it were at all possible, hearing this, my dick got even harder, and I heard the bong gurgling again. "Wow, this is some incredibly strong herb, and it's sure making me horny," said Michelle. "Yeah, me too" agreed Steve, "It's that body-high kind, and it's mega-expensive." More gurgling, and then Steve said, "I dare you to jump his bones right now, but remember, I don't eat pussy with cum in it." There was a long silence punctuated only by some giggling, then I felt lips on my cock! Michelle (I HOPED it was her) was sucking my dick!!! And, man, what a great BJ it was--nice long wet strokes slowly going up and down. After several minutes of this, she stopped for a moment, I heard some rustling sounds, and I felt a hand grasp my cock at its base. Then a fabulous and very wet pussy slowly eased all the way down on me. (Whew--that HAD to be Michelle.) I wanted so bad to see her beautiful brown body and feel those ta-tas and tiny ass but, of course, I was "asleep" and had to keep my eyes closed and hands down. She must have fucked me for a good fifteen minutes as I heard both her and Steve's muted laughing. It took every bit of willpower I could muster to keep from cumming in her soft, tight, drenching wet pussy. Then she stops, and goes back to sucking me, faster and more vigorously this time, until I blow my load into her mouth. Coordinating a shaft-milking one hand with a testicle-tickling alternate hand as she sucked hard and deep, she drank down every drop of cum. Pure ecstasy!!! "You are, indeed, a wild woman, Michelle," I hear Steve say, then I hear them go into the kitchen, crack a couple cans of beer (my beer, no less), and go back to his bedroom. The next morning I was up frying some bacon when they saunter into the kitchen, she wearing nothing but my button down collar shirt that I'd lent Steve for his date. I made fried eggs and toast, too, and we all sat down to at the table and ate breakfast together. I just couldn't help myself, so I said, "Wow, Michelle, what a coincidence, I had a dream about you last night." "Really?" she said, laughing, "It didn't happen to be a WET dream, now was it?" "Well, as a matter of fact, it was," I replied. "Dream on!" taunted Steve. They dated through the end of the quarter, and I would often spy on them fucking and sucking through the crack in his bedroom door that would not completely close shut. I never let on to either of them that I was actually awake the night of my "wet dream," and they never uttered a word to me about it, either. It was the only time I was glad that Steve had won the toss for the bedroom.