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Dream Love

By: Ecstasy_Unlimited



"Mmmmmmmmmm. Yessssssss, right there. God, that is soooooooooo fucking good..."

On my way to bed, I stop before my daughter Kristin's bedroom door when I hear this. It is definitely her voice, and I think for a few moments she may have someone with her. But then it occurs to me that it's more likely that she is dreaming: Kristin is a deep sleeper, but quite vocal when she dreams. Still, I decide to peek in to make sure she is indeed alone. Too, I am curious: I've heard her murmuring in her sleep as though she was talking to a friend, her brother, me, or even having a nightmare; but never had her dream talk sounded so...erotic.

I slowly open the door and peek in; by the glow of the streetlight outside her window, she is easy to see. She lays in her full-sized bed on her back, the sheets kicked away, wearing what I know to be just a tank top and panties, and is obviously writhing; as she continues to murmur ("oooooooooh, Jesus, yessssssssss, suck them, suck them hard...bite them! Ahhhhhhhh..."), her arms and legs move up and down, side to side; her fingers grip the sheets; her back arches and her hips thrust up; and her head thrashes back and forth as she pants. This display of lovely, sinuous delight is very captivating; quite unconsciously I open the door more widely and enter my daughter's room, slowly walking toward her bed. I also hope she might give me some idea as to whom she's with.

I stand above Kristin as she moves in seemingly increasing pleasure, alternately gasping and biting her lower lip. In the streetlamp's light I can see beads of perspiration on her smooth, soft, pale skin; see her small, round breasts quivering, and her rose-petal nipples becoming tight and hard under the thin tank top; and quite to my surprise and confused fascination, smell the sweet-salty scent of her arousal. My gaze travels down her slender body to the crotch of her panties; I take in a quick, quiet breath as I see the small but spreading stain there.

Watching my daughter's erotic dreaming, I can't help but look at her in a manner different, yet somehow complementary, to the way I usually did; as my beloved child but also as a sexual being, delighting in herself and her capacity for pleasure. Only 19, Kristin is lovely: around 5'4 and 105 pounds; shoulder-length chestnut hair; oval face with large, jade eyes and a small, full mouth; slim-formed, with round, high breasts; a narrow waist and a flat tummy with the cutest slit of a navel; gently rounded hips; long legs with full thighs and narrow calves; tiny feet with long toes, curling now in her abandon; and glowing, silken, pale skin over every inch. I am maternally proud of my daughter's beauty, and now am taking a certain perverse pride in her sensuality nakedly on show before me. Plus, I find that my curiosity about Kristin's dream-loving is turning more...personal.

As I stare, seemingly hypnotized, I discover that I'm becoming aroused: breathing faster, my nipples tightening, and squeezing my thighs together; quite unconsciously for us both, Kristin's delight is turning me on, as well. At the first touch of my fingers to my aching breasts, I jerk back to myself: what am I doing; becoming excited, then even more so, as I spy on my daughter's erotic dreams? At that point I know, morally and ethically, that I should withdraw and let her have her delightful visions alone. But...I've long known myself to be a highly erotic person: easily aroused, if rather shy about seeking its fulfillment with someone else. So seeing someone so obviously in the throes of passion, despite that person being a young woman and my own daughter, I simply can't help being caught in the delicious trap of becoming turned on, too...I-simply-can't. Even the sudden, shocking, and self-disgusted realization that my spying on Kristin, asleep and unaware, is increasing my arousal can stop me from continuing. Throwing convention to the wind, I cup my breasts and pinch my now-erect nipples between my fingers as I watch my child's erotic display.

Panting now myself, I continue to touch and caress myself as I concentrate on Kristin's murmured gasps: "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, that is soooooooooo fucking fine! I love what you're doing with your tongue! Yessssssssssss, put your fingers there, oh right there...ahhhhhhhhh fuck, what you're doing to me...ohhhhhhhhhh!" Need I mention that her foul language, so unlike my darling, baby girl, is turning on me even more? And, oh my God...is that the sound of wetness I hear as my daughter's legs thrash in her ever-heightening ecstasy? My hands glide, quite without control now, down over my heaving tummy and over my hips, pressing on my soft cunt, now becoming moist with my own excitement. Even the thought of discovering who she is dreaming of has completely slipped my mind in the haze of my growing arousal.

Any hope I have of ending this madness is rapidly fading.

Breathing so hard and fast, Kristin thrusts up her hips again and again; the stain now spreading all over the crotch of her panties and her scent filling the room with a heady sweetness. She whispers, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! God, when you lick me there, you drive me fucking crazy! So, so, sooooooooo fucking gooooooood!" Her soft hair, matting with her perspiration, is thrown over her face as she shakes her head wildly. Again, without conscious thought, I reach down to move her hair from her face; as I do, I almost jerk my hand back when Kristin smiles and murmurs, "I adore your touch; so soft and loving". With that, and with being struck by the silken, baby-like smoothness of her pale skin, I know I have to touch more of her. So, my fingers slide, ever so gently, down over her temple, her cheek, her mouth...and I almost climax right then and there when she opens her lips, then closes them around my finger. She sucks my finger gently at first, then harder, as I struggle to not let my now-weak knees cause me to collapse to the floor; I tremble as I feel my pussy's nectar flow over the swollen lips and trickle down my thighs. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as Kristin's soft, wet tongue snakes over my finger.

Not wanting to, but at the same time desiring to continue my fingertip exploration, I gently take my now-glistening finger from my daughter's warm mouth and glide all my fingers down the fevered skin of her throat; as I do this, Kristin sighs and throws her head back. My fingers find their way down onto her chest, then circle her small, quivering breasts; she pants, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, oooooooooh, I love having my boobs touched and played with, and you do it sooooooo nicely!" I smile to myself as my fingers spiral inward, ever closer to her tiny, hard nipples. When my forefinger touchs her left nipple she gasps, and her back arches again. She whispers, "Yessssssssssssss!" She thrashes all over the bed as I first caress, then flick, then pinch her erect nipples. She gasps and cries out, and her hands cover mine; I almost stop touching her, but she does this only to push my palm onto her lovely, ever-so-soft breast.

Suddenly, she whispers, "I can't stand this anymore!", and for a heartbroken moment I think she wants to stop. Instead, she continues: "Your touching me is soooooooooooo fucking good, I'm about to cum! Fucking god, make me naked right now; I need to feel your hands and mouth all over me!" I gape stupidly for a few moments, only slowly realizing my own daughter wants me to undress her so I can further take advantage of her! Well, sad to say that by this time any compunction and self-control I may have had is long gone; I am almost mindless in my arousal, and wanting nothing more than to make love with this beautiful young girl, writhing and panting before me...who happens to be my own flesh-and-blood, and only dreaming this. Those facts make the prospect almost unbearably delightful...

My heart in my throat, my tummy almost painfully knotted, and my cunt pulsing with need, I whisper, "Sit up, darling." And Kristin immediately sits up, and without my prompting raises her arms over her head; her eyes still closed and she seemingly still deeply asleep. With trembling fingers, I fumble with the hem of the thin tank top and then pull the shirt over her head and off, tossing it uncaringly away. I stop a few moments to admire my daughter's exposed beauty in the lamplight: those small, high breasts, quivering with her heartbeat and breathing; those nipples, usually round and plump like pink rose petals, now tiny, dark and hard; her flat, soft tummy with its delightful little navel slit, gently undulating as she breathes; her pale skin showing tiny glints of sweat. I'd only seen her nude recently in passing, and paid attention to other girls her age only when I was a teenager too and we played our little, erotic games; I'd never fully appreciated how gorgeous she was becoming, nor had I any idea that she could arouse me so...far more than anyone, man or other woman, had before. I realize that my danger is not only possibly alienating my daughter if she discovers that I'd had sex with her while she was asleep, or getting caught during or after the act by others; no, it is occurring to me that I would have to fight falling in love with Kristin...

She smiles and whispers, "Now...", and lays back down on the bed, pushing her hips up; it is obvious what she wants. I smile an affectionate, aroused smile as I take the elastic of her now-sodden panties in my fingers and pull them down and off of her smooth, soft legs, tossing them away as well. Now my daughter lays naked before me: her gently flaring hips heaving slowly; her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistening with her honey; her legs splayed in naked invitation; her delicate, swollen pussy lips opening and closing with her legs' movements. Her eyes are still closed as her body undulates gently, her breath comes in small, fast gasps, her fingers clutch and release the damp sheets. I tremble again as I gaze upon her, a last whisper of sanity dying in my mind as my desire surges: I am going to make love to my sleeping, dreaming daughter, and to hell with the consequences.

Kristin reaches up to touch me for the first time (a hazy part of my mind is amazed that she can detect so much in her sleep, such as where I am at the moment); my whole body jerks and I inhale sharply as she lays her hands on my hips. I am crushed when I see her frown as she caresses me; I think she's disappointed with the way I feel. In fact she is, but not in the manner I think; she lets me know this by murmuring, "You're not naked, too? Ohhhhhhhhh..." I laugh softly but giddily with my relief, and whisper, "Just a minute, precious". I straighten to unbutton the top of my satin pajamas, then shrug it off. It is followed by the bottoms, then my quite-soaked panties. As I turn slightly to throw the pajama bottoms to the side, I catch my reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the wall. I turn fully to look at myself in the mirror for a few moments, perhaps to see myself as Kristin might see me: a 39-year-old woman, about 5'7 and around 135 pounds; shoulder-length, dark brown hair, surrounding an oval face with hazel eyes and a wide mouth; fairly bosomy, with large, round, brown nipples now tightening to aching points; a narrow waist, and a slightly-rounded tummy with a wide slit of a navel; a bit hippier with age, but not too much; a mound covered thickly with long, straight, dark hair, now dewed with droplets of my excitement. I turn once more, enough to see my bottom: round, high, full, but with no big pocks of cellulite. I smile appreciatively, and think to myself: "all in all, Trish, not bad for a part-time college English instructor with two kids. Except for the maddening horniness, divorcing Ron hasn't hurt you a bit. And now, to claim the best of all possible rewards for my patience..."

I turn fully back to Kristin, who is still writhing on the bed. She whispers just as I finish turning, "Mmmmmmmmm. That's the way I adore seeing you. You're so beautiful and soooooooo fucking hot, I want and need you to fuck me right now, so hard and so long that I pass out. Come on...fuck me!" Had I been in anything like my right mind I might wonder if she is still asleep, despite her eyes being closed; either she's awake and fully consenting to this delicious insanity, or her erotic dream is perfectly timed with reality. Sadly, I am far beyond caring; I'm not thinking, only feeling.

I lay down beside Kristin; immediately, she takes me into her arms and pulls me close. The feel of her hot, moist skin against mine is intoxicating. She takes my face between her hands and presses her lips to mine; she kisses me with a passionate abandon, and I return it in equal measure. Her tongue glides over my lips, then pushes into my mouth, entwining my tongue as I close my lips around her tongue and suck. My fingers slide over the soft skin of her back, up over her shoulders then down, down, down over her spine to the small of her back; I give in to temptation and take her round, quivering bottom in my palms, squeezing both cheeks; she giggles into my mouth, then gasps as my fingers glide over them into the cleft of her bottom. Her fingers tighten painfully in my hair, where they had been just caressing. The now-combined aromas of our flowing cunts are growing thicker and headier by the moment. I wrap my legs around my daughter, and feel her do the same to me.

After kissing, tonguing, and caressing for what seems a blissful eternity, Kristin breaks our kiss and trails her tongue down my chin and onto my throat. While I have given in completely to sin, I still know what I want first and foremost: to give pleasure to my darling daughter, and so receive it in return. Thus, I regretfully lift her head from my neck where she's been kissing, licking and sucking the skin of my throat, and whisper, "Ah-ah, baby doll; you wanted pleasure, and you're going to get as much as you can stand." She gives a mock pout, but then smiles and lays on her back, her arms out to me, and her legs spread; her scent wafts even more thickly, and I almost lose control. But as I move to poise myself above her I think we both know she will get what she desires, and what I desire above all else to give her.

I lay down on top of my nude daughter, my arms closing around her as her arms and legs snake around me. We press our breasts and pussies together hungrily as I kiss her again; the heat of our need is almost unbearable. This time it is my tongue that thrusts into her mouth, entwining itself around her tongue, and it is her lips that close to suck. I gaspe into her mouth and push my breasts and cunt against hers even more forcefully as I feel her fingernails raking down my back. God, she is a natural at this! Or has she lots of experience...? I push the thought out of my mind as I tangle my fingers in Kristin's fine hair, first caressing, then pulling; she cries out into my mouth as she wraps her legs more tightly about my hips and humps my mound even harder. I fuck her pussy with mine until I feel the first glimmering of an orgasm start in my erect, little clit. I then regretfully pull my dripping cunt away from hers despite her disappointment, breaking our kiss to trace my tongue down onto her throat. There I lick and suck the soft skin, to her gasped cries of pleasure and her sinking her nails into the cheeks of my bottom.

After crazily making sure my daughter will have a hickey that will last a while (and no doubt make her wonder how she could possibly have gotten it), I glide my tongue down her chest and around her lovely breasts; her chest and tummy heave with her excitement. I swirl my tongue over the silky-soft flesh of her left breast to the little nugget of a nipple crowning it. As I lick her, I smile as she whispers, "oooooooooh, Jesus, yessssssssss, suck them again, suck them hard...bite them like you did last time! Ahhhhhhhh..." I am happy to know my contribution to her fantasy is as good as that of whomever she's with in her dream. I flick my tongue over the hard little button of flesh then take it between my lips, sucking it in deeply then gently closing my teeth around it. Kristin's fingers delve into the cleft of my bottom as I suck and nibble her nipple, squeezing my cheeks painfully as she gasps, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssssssssssssss!" and rubbing her sodden cunt over my tummy. Her skin is delicious, especially marinated in her adolescent sweat.

I release her nipple to a small cry of disappointment; but she is soon crooning in ecstasy again as I trace my tongue over to her other breast and nipple, sucking the tiny nub of hard, sweet flesh into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue tip, nibbling it with my teeth. Kristin buries her face in my damp hair and whispers hoarsely, "I had no idea how good you'd be, no idea at all. Oh, my fucking Godddddddd..." I smile again as I release her sensitive nipple and trace my tongue over to her armpit; raising her arm, I bury my mouth in it, licking it to taste her still-childish sweetness; she is almost crying in her pleasure.

I kiss and lick down further, over her side. At this she jumps and giggles, whispering laughingly, "Stop it! I'm ticklish, ya know!" I do know, but my pleasure at making love with my daughter has made me sillily giddy, and I continue to tickle her. She laughs harder, though never higher than a whisper, until she is gasping and hiccupping. I only relent when she chokes out, "Stoppppp---it! You're making me---pee on---myself!" I nip her skin with my teeth, catching a whiff of something: yes, I guess I have made her wet herself; I suppose that I should feel bad about it, but somehow it only arouses me all the more. I let her lay there and catch her breath as I kiss and lick over her heaving tummy, tasting the milky sweetness of her young skin and the salt of her sweat. She gasps almost loudly and grips the wrought-iron headboard when I plunge my tongue into her navel; she coughs out, "Oh, my fucking God! I can't believe how good this is!"

By now, the scrumptious scent of Kristin's glistening pussy is driving me wild; I've never tasted a woman's juices save my own, but there is nothing more exciting, more intoxicating at this moment than the smell of my daughter's cunt-nectar...mixed with the aroma of her urine, it somehow makes me even more needful. I kiss and lick my way down her tummy, holding her more-or-less still by her hips. I push her soft, moist thighs further apart, then kiss, lick and nibble the satiny flesh of their inner sides. The only idea I have as to what to do at this point is what I know I like, so I employ it...and it seems to be working, as my daughter becomes increasingly agitated: gasping, moaning and cursing, and her pussy is now saturated by its look and smell.

"Oh fuck, oh God, oh Jesus, please...I can't take anymore! Fuck me now, lick me now, make me cum now. Fuck, fuck, fuck...now, now, NOW!" Kristin is almost crying again, thrashing, thrusting her cunt toward my mouth; I look up to see her pinching and pulling her nipples. I smile and relent once more; my darling is going to get what she wants...now. 

I press my lips to the soft, thin hair on her mound; she immediately thrusts her pussy up again. I kiss and trace my tongue over her mound, then down between her inner thighs and her cuntlips; my first taste of her honey is almost overwhelming: sweet, tart, and beyond divine. As I trail my tongue lightly over her swollen pussy lips, she gasps hard and fast between her teeth, pushing her cunt up and out again and again. I taste her pee when I glide my tongue tip downward over her slit; lightly salty, wholly delicious. After this delight, I open her pussylips with my tongue and push it inside my daughter. She reacts by arching her back and crying out, pumping her oozing pussy to my mouth, fucking herself with my tongue; I can feel her hard, little clit tickling my nose. 

I don't relent this time; I thrust my tongue deeply inside her, tasting her, swallowing her delectable nectar as it flows into my mouth, tracing my tongue tip over her sugar walls as far back as I can go...then push deeper as Kristin grasps my hair and pushes my face deeper into her now-sloshing cunt. I almost drown, never dreaming and not caring that a girl her age can get so copiously wet (even I didn't do so at her age), only continuing to tonguefuck her, drink her, relish her, love her. But, as it seems she will last longer than me I pull my tongue out but continue to lick her inner and outer lips, enjoying the mixed flavors of nectar and pee as I never thought I would.


Dream Love Continues



Quietly closing the door of my daughter Kristin's room I stride quickly, still nude and with pajamas in hand, down the hall to stand before my son Nick's room. Once again, my heart is in my throat, my tummy teems with butterflies, and I'm trembling; I realize, ever so clearly, that what I'm about to do is wrong in so many respects, yet the desire I feel for my son (every bit as intense as that I felt for Kristin when I made love to her this very night) leaves me no choice but to go to him and love him even more than as a mother...but also as a lover.

I stealthily turn the knob and slowly push open the door. Peering inside, I'm able to see very well by the glow of the same streetlamp that lights Kristin's room. I inhale sharply but quietly when I take in Nick. He's sleeping exactly in the way I pictured him while still cuddling with my daughter: on his back; no sheet covering his slender, firm torso, nor a shirt; the sheet over his hips and groin, tented with his morning erection...sweetly high. I'm momentarily disappointed when I notice that he's not murmuring in his sleep as was Kristin, which caused me to enter her room in the first place. But only momentarily; I will begin making love to my sleeping son, and then we'll simply see what happens next.

I come into Nick's room and approach him, dropping my pajamas uncaringly to the floor. As I gaze upon my 18-year-old son I shudder in wanton delight, different from the other times I've noticed this: my boy is beautiful. I take in his tousled, curly blonde hair, framing a narrow face with full, sensual lips, and a firm jaw and chin. His 5'10, 145 pound frame, though trim, is obviously hard-muscled; his tiny nipples erect in the cool night air. And his cock! I bite my lip hungrily as I look at the height to which it pushes the sheet; I must see it in its full glory, and soon. His body, including his pale blue eyes, is so similar to that of his father's; the one gift of Ron's that I still cherish.

My arousal growing by the second with my large, dark nipples tightening and my inner thighs pressing against my already leaking cunt, I bend down to touch the face of my sleeping son; as I trace my fingertips over his soft, cool skin, Nick inhales deeply and seems to mutter something very quietly. I smile slightly; this is a good initial sign.

My fingers continue gliding down: over his cheek and jaw; over his throat and onto his bare, hard chest. As a fingernail gently scratches his right nipple, he takes in another sharp breath and writhes; his back arches slightly. I smile more widely as I trace my fingertip around then over his nipples, scratching them randomly with my fingernails; his breath comes faster and his movements more energetic.

I kneel beside Nick, then lower my head to lightly touch my lips to his. As I begin to kiss him, I grasp his nipple between my fingertips and pinch it gently; he gasps into my mouth, which I take as an invitation to kiss him more firmly. He murmurs something unintelligible again as he returns my kiss and I feel the tip of his tongue touch my lips, then my tongue tip. I purr with pleasure as I open my mouth further for his entry; in the meantime, I pinch his nipples harder, causing him to hiss into my mouth and squirm even more.

So my darling Nick and I kiss: not the peck of mother and son, but the full, urgent press of excited, needful lovers. I feel my nipples ache as they brush against his arm; my pussy throbs, its lips slippery with my flowing honey. I tighten my fingers, which had been simply caressing, in his hair; my other fingers pinch his nipples still harder, and he cries softly into my mouth. I close my lips and suck his tongue deep into my mouth; both of us are panting, our desires becoming too inflamed to control.

Quite unconsciously, I rise enough so that I can straddle Nick's writhing body. Bending down again, I feel the tip of his sheet-encased prick touch the swollen, glistening lips of my cunt; I groan as I fight the want to simply move back and swallow his cock with my wet pussy, sheet and all. Instead, I wriggle so that his cock just glides over my slit; however, doing so pulls the crumpled sheet off of his erection, and it's the naked, hot skin of that lovely rod that slides over my cunt...ahhhhhhhh, god! Control, Trish, control!

Shivering with mounting need I break our kiss, then trace my lips and tongue over his firm jaw and chin down to his throat. There, I suck the skin, right above his carotid artery, long and hard; Nick and Kristin both will sport vivid, possibly puzzling, hickeys. Nick's hands rise to my back, stroking it from my shoulders over my spine and down, down, down to my bottom. 

As he kneads my bottom's cheeks, he murmurs his first understandable words: "God, you have such a soft, gorgeous ass! Feels sooooooooo fucking good! And I love you sucking me like that; love the pain!" My eyes widen, but I don't relieve the pressure till I am sure a nice, dark hickey has formed.

As Nick's fingers push deeper into the cleft of my bottom ("Mmmmmmmm, nice and hairy!") I break my seal on his throat and lick lower, circling his left nipple with my tongue, then flicking it with my tongue's tip; he inhales sharply. 

As I suck and lick his nipple, Nick hisses, "Yesssssss! Lick it, baby! Suck it! Bite it!"

I'm more than happy to oblige, sucking his small, hard nipple deep into my mouth while lapping it constantly; my fingers continue to pinch his other nipple. His back arches (pushing his prick almost into my hungry cunt; I sob quietly as I shift my hips again) and his fingers tighten around the globes of my bottom.

I release Nick's nipple with an audible pop, then glide my tongue over to the other nipple, kissing, licking and sucking it until the thrust of his hips is constant and his fingernails push deep into the soft flesh of my bottom. Looking up, I can see his teeth clenched as his head is thrown back. I cry out into the flesh of his chest when, sucking, biting and pinching his nipples harder, I feel his fingernails scratch down my bottom cheeks.

Taking my lips and fingers from his nipples, I take his arms in my hands and push them above his head. 

He laughs softly when I do this, whispering, "Yeahhhhhhh! Tie me up; I wanna know what that feels like!" 

I smirk when I hear this, wondering who is getting the benefit of his raw lust in his dream. I press first my nose, then my mouth, to the moist skin of his right underarm; taking in the scent and taste of his fresh, young sweat. I tremble, and my cunt pours forth yet more nectar.

I trace my tongue tip down over Nick's side, causing him to shudder and buck; I feel the head of his cock sliding over my tummy. I glide my tongue then over his firm, sculpted tummy, rising quickly with his breath. Pressing my lips to his tiny, round navel, I kiss it, then slide my tongue around its rim and bottom; he cries out in a low gasp, pressing his tummy up to my mouth. His prick is now caught between my pendulous, quivering breasts, pressing achingly into the soft flesh.

Both of us panting now, I kiss and lick lower still. I get my first glimpse of my son's naked cock...and it is a beauty. Imbued with the iron-like stiffness characteristic of morning erections and a lovely purple-pink in its tumescence, it's fairly long (somewhere between 6 and 7 inches, I estimate) and slender; its length curves upward to a proud, oval head, the tip now leaking drops of sticky preseminal fluid. It shudders and sways with his pulse and excitement.

Deliberately avoiding touching his cock, I instead glide my nose and tongue through Nick's thick, wiry pubic hair. My hair, however, brushes his prick: when I turn my head, I see a thick string of his precum attached to my hair and to his cocktip; I tremble at the sight. I breathe in his clean, slightly sweaty odor; the earthy scent of his crotch causes my heart to race and my tummy to knot.

I push his slender, hard thighs further apart so that I can lick down between his balls and thighs, then up onto his inner thighs. Kissing, licking and sucking the smooth, softly-haired skin of his thighs causes Nick's whole body to tighten and his breath come in gasps. I then raise his balls gently so I can lick behind then, this makes him jerk and spread his thighs even further apart. His tiny, brown, spasming anal flower is thus revealed to me, and of course I must press my mouth to it; kissing it, then tracing my tongue around it. 

Licking his flower causes my aroused son to cry out in his breathy, slumbering voice, "Oh my fucking Goddddddddd! I love you licking my ass! Fuck, yeah!"

I lick Nick's rose bud for a while, savoring its clean, manly flavor. But with his balls pushed against my nose and the scent of his precum lingering in my nostrils, I can no longer ignore the sweet sight before me: his gently nodding prick, drops of precum trickling down the head and shaft. But first...after breaking my kiss of his flower, I open my lips wide and take one of his large, tight balls into my mouth. He hisses and thrusts his hips wildly; I hang onto them so as not to hurt him. I suck his testicle, separating it from its mate while snaking my tongue around it; its flavor is rich and lovely, and I swallow as I suck and lick.

I try, and succeed, in taking both of his balls into my mouth; full to bursting, I do little but gently suck and knead them with my tongue tip. This seems to be enough as Nick is almost sobbing in his pleasure, humping my mouth as his hands grasp the wooden headboard. But the hot, moist skin of his cock as it taps against my forehead and nose prove too much: I must have it, and now.

Releasing his balls from my mouth, I take his prick in my hand for the first time. I gasp at the feverish heat of its skin as well as its velvety softness; the moistness of his precum causes the skin of his cock and my hand to stick together. Just grasping the lovely thing causes it to drool more clear, viscous fluid; this time the warm, thick liquid runs over my fingers.

I breathe deeply: the scent of Nick's overheated skin, sweat and precum mix to make my head swim in delirious delight; the imagined taste of this potent brew is more than I can stand, and I press my tongue tip to the shaft of my darling son's cock. And thus I find my imagination pales to reality: the flavor of his prick's skin is divine, and I shudder in a near-orgasm. The salty-sweetness of his flesh marinated in his precum is making me ravenous, and I lick it like the proverbial lollipop; as I do I can feel a blood vessel throbbing beneath my tongue, and the sheer joy of this wicked, delicious thing I'm doing bursts within me all over again.

I lick my son's prick avidly, from root to tip, savoring the lemony sweetness of his precum as it drools onto my tongue and thus down my throat. As I love his gorgeous cock Nick writhes, his hands now on my head and his fingers tangled in my hair, his hips thrusting faster. Soon his prick glistens with a coating of his precum and my saliva. 

Kissing and licking his beautiful cock causes Nick to moan, "Oh Godddddd, oh fuckkkkkkk! Lick my prick! God, I'm close to coming! So fucking close!"

Not wanting to waste Nick's sweet seed by having it shoot into the air in his adolescent eagerness, I press the tip of his cock between my lips then let it slide into my mouth. Shallowly at first, I take more of his lovely rod into my mouth with each thrust; as I suck, I entwine the head then the shaft with my tongue, delighting yet again in his unique, savory flavor. Finally, despite its length my lips are wrapped around the base of the shaft, his pubic hair tickling my nose; his cockhead bumps against the back of my throat. Then I begin sucking my baby boy in earnest: my wet mouth tight around his prick, my tongue circling it and licking it, pumping up and down. And Nick does the same: he thrusts his cock in my mouth, fucking my mouth as it fucks him. Our mutual ecstasy builds this way to an intolerable point, and then...

Nick comes in my mouth. How inadequate that sounds to the actual experience: he hoarsely cries out, "AHHHHHHHHH FUCKING GODDDDDDDD! YOU'RE MAKING ME COMEEEEEEEEEE! I'M COMING, KRISTIN, YESSSSSSSSSSSS I'M COMINGGGGGGGGG! SUCK MEEEEEEEEE! YOU'RE SOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD, SIS, SO FUCKING GOODDDDDDDDDDDD!" 

His body is rigid, his back arched, his head thrown back and his eyes still closed, his hands pressing my head down while his fingers pull painfully at my hair...and the thick, sticky, salty-sweet mass of his semen shoots into my mouth, filling what space isn't taken by the girth of his prick so that I must swallow repeatedly around his swollen cock. And still it comes: in lessening jets, filling my mouth as I pump it over his prick, and I swallow still more. 

Finally though, his cries quiet, his writhing stills, and his fucking of my mouth slows then stops; he lays gasping, trembling with the force of his orgasm. I now have time to savor the divine flavor of his cum; I glide my tongue over my teeth, collecting every drop, then leave it on my tongue for a few moments to enjoy before swallowing.

It's during this time of enjoying my son's cum that his words in the heat of passion finally make an impression on me: he called out his own sister's name; so in his dream, it was Kristin who had gone down on him and made him come in her mouth...Kristin with whom he is making love! I must admit, I'm a bit taken aback: while I had only a slim hope it might be me whom he was dreaming of, I thought it more likely it was some girl he knows at school or at work...but his sister? "The plot thickens", I think giddily. This could complicate things. 

But on second thought...his sister fantasized she was making love with me when I seduced her in her dream; Nick has every right to dream of his sister in the same erotic way, or it will all have to end...and I have no intention of ending the deepening and widening of the relationships I have with my son and daughter. If he wants Kristin, then Kristin I will be if he cares to continue tonight.

I lick the still-oozing droplets of Nick's cum from his cock, then get up to lay back down beside him. I take him into my arms as he pants and twitches; his soft, smooth skin now glows with sweat, and its scent makes for a heady mixture when combined with that of his cum and my now-sodden cunt. 

I hold him close and stroke his hair, whispering, "You were incredible, dear brother, and incredibly tasty! Now relax and let Kristin take care of you." 

He snuggles into me, his head on my breast as I bury my face in his moist hair. I look down and note with some amazement that his cock has lost none of its rigidity. 

"Teenage boys!" I sigh to myself.

And I'm correct in my surmise of his recuperative powers, for it's not long before he is nuzzling my breasts and caressing my tummy and thighs. I quiver as he touches several right places and his lips and tongue are pressed to my still-hard nipples, making them even tighter and more sensitive. 

He murmurs to me, "I knew you'd be great, Kristin, I just knew it! I can't imagine fucking anyone else would be as incredible as with you!"

Despite the delightful sensations mounting in my breasts and pussy, I smile mischievously and whisper, "Not even Mom?"

Nick actually stops his excruciatingly pleasurable torments to think for a moment, then replies, "Yeah, you're right. If I thought Mom would give me a chance, I'd fuck and suck her right after you. You're both too hot to be real!" 

He then simultaneously closes his lips on my nipple while teasing the glistening lips of my cunt with his fingertip; I can't help but cry out and my body jerks. Without another word, I push his face into my breast.

He swirls his tongue around my hard nipple as he sucks it deep into his mouth; the sensations come too hard and fast, and I gasp and writhe without thought or reason. When one of his fingers pushes between my swollen pussy lips and he pinches and rolls my other nipple with fingers from the other hand, I feel a climax helplessly begin in my stiff, little clit.

With mixed relief and regret, I relax as Nick stops sucking my breast and fingerfucking me; I feel a dim amazement when he whispers, "No, Kristin, I don't want you to come just yet. I have to taste that sweet cunt I've been wanting for so long!" 

With that he gently pushes me down till I'm on my back, my arms up and legs spread wide in hungering invitation.

Nick poises himself above me, eyes still closed. He then lays down on me with his lips touching my tummy just below my breasts; as he kisses me there he never stops pinching and twisting my nipples with his fingertips; thus, I have excruciatingly luscious sensations running constantly through my body...a most delectable form of torture. 

He kisses and licks his way down my tummy as it undulates with my panting breath. I cry out and arch my back as he covers my navel with his lips, then penetrates it with his tongue. After causing me to writhe and groan with this sweet agony for a while, he continues down into the humid, fragrant forest of my pubic hair.

Nick traces his lips and tongue through my pubic thatch, nuzzling it with his nose and pulling it with his teeth. 

As I writhe and gasp and moan, he raises his head and with his eyes still closed, murmurs dreamily, "Damn, girl! I'd always thought you'd be all shaved bald, or at least trimmed! It's all good, though: I love hairy, tasty pussy, too!" 

With that, he goes back to matting down my pubic hair completely with his saliva.

When he splays my cuntlips open with his tongue I gasp and arch my back, thrusting my hips up to push my saturated pussy into his mouth. He laps his tongue from my stiff, throbbing clit all the way down to just above my anal flower; I long to beg him to lick my rose bud, but decide to let him choose that himself, if he will. His oral technique is rougher than Kristin's, but no less exciting. Losing control, I fuck his mouth with my cunt, thrusting my hips up and causing his strong tongue to penetrate me more deeply.

As he tonguefucks me and I ride his sweet mouth harder and faster, and he continues to pinch and twist my nipples with his fingertips. 

I hiss through clenched teeth, "Ahhhhhh god, Nick! Fuck my pussy with that wonderful mouth and tongue, honey! Fuck me hard and deep! Push your mouth down in there and wet your face with my nectar! Fuckkkkkkkkk! I'm so close! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" 

And he loves me all the harder and more roughly for that; causing me to cry out more loudly and lose control, humping his mouth frenetically and grip his hair hard as I push his mouth deeper into my sloshing pussy.

As Nick gasps for air and makes my thick honey bubble, I feel the orgasm begin in my achingly-hard clit then burst downward into my cunt and thighs, and upward into my tummy, my breasts, my brain. I shriek gaspingly, my back arched painfully and my whole body rigid; if I was thinking at all I'm sure I would notice that I must be hurting Nick, as hard as I am riding his mouth. 

Instead, all I can do is come and hoarsely gasp, "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! I'M COMING, NICK! OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGGGGG! JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! SOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOODDDDDDDDDDDD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABYYYYYYYYYYY! MAKE ME COME MORE! MAKE ME NEVER STOP COMINGGGGGGGGG! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" 

Thrashing my head wildly, my breasts bouncing almost painfully, my damp hair covering my face, I continue fucking my son's mouth and tongue as my climax floods me with excruciating pleasure.

But sadly my orgasm ebbs, and finally I collapse on the bed. I pant loud and fast, trembling and jerking as after-sensations shock my overloaded clit. Nick drinks my honey, flowing from my cunt like a biblical flood; I sob with mixed agony and delight every time his nose or tongue contacts my over-sensitive nubbin. Still, I can't help rubbing myself on his mouth, tormenting myself as he is tormenting me.




Dream Love Continues



I drift into a doze, my damp skin cooling in the night air. After a while, I'm roused by someone laying on me. I rise to consciousness to realize it's Nick, rubbing his stiff prick on my wet pussy as he plays with my breasts and kisses me; I can taste myself, sweet, sour and divine, on his tongue as it winds itself around mine within my mouth. I wrap my arms and legs around him as we kiss, my hands and fingernails gliding down his back to his bottom, squeezing his cheeks and pushing my fingers into the moist, hairy cleft; he hisses as he feels this. His damp, hot skin and firm body feel heavenly against mine.

I begin rubbing myself on his cock, my still-erect clit sliding wetly over the velvety skin of his shaft; the sound of my wetness on his flesh is exquisite. We continue this way for a while: kissing passionately while my fingers caress deeply within his bottom's cleft, and he pinches and twists my nipples between us. 

But soon enough I feel his movements change and I realize that he's trying to enter me. I twist my hips slightly in order to push his questing prick off its course, despite his disappointed groan; I need a little time to ponder. Oh, you need not think I've lost the desire for my son to fuck me: I desire nothing more greatly at this moment. Rather, it's the fact that I have been off of my birth control pills soon after I divorced my husband; about six months ago. Obviously I'm fertile, so the chances are good I will become pregnant if Nick comes inside me. I know that while I have no moral or ethical qualms about getting an abortion, I should take the time to think if I want to go to that trouble...then I realize that my desire and hormones won't allow me that time: no matter the outcome (pun fully intended), I am going to fuck my baby boy until he shoots every last drop he has in his balls into my brimming pussy. But, not quite in the way he is thinking...

Nick lets out a surprised gasp as I deftly roll us over; within a few seconds, I am poised above him. However, this doesn't deter him from his thrust nor the downward push of my hips: another couple of seconds, and I feel the slender, iron hardness of my son's cock slide home into the sodden pussy from which its owner had sprung...and once more, I am complete; making love with another child of mine.

Despite those two children my cunt still possesses a certain elasticity and I press down, causing my sugar walls to contract around his swollen prick, grasping it snugly and wetly. I hold still for a few moments to savor the matchless, indescribable feel of my son's feverishly-hot cock completely inside me; every pulse of blood within its curved shaft, every swelling of its impatient head, is immediately, intimately known to me. I push down on Nick so that his attempts to pull out of me will be thwarted for a short time.

But as I have always been a mother who tends to spoil her children, I can't keep my lovely son waiting for long. I begin a rhythmic thrust against him, in time to his more urgent pushes up into me. And thus, we fuck: My measured, languid movements evening out his needful lunges; slowly, sweetly, the liquid sound of his prick moving within my saturated canal, our panting, even the creaking of the bed, all music to my ears.

As we fuck, I hiss in thoughtless joy, "Fuck me, Nick! Oh god yesssssss, fuck me hard! Feels divine! Push that beautiful prick of yours right up into my womb! Come hard inside me! Never leave my cunt! Fuck me forver!"

And my darling son responds, "God yesssssss! I love fucking you! You're so tight and wet! Better than any pussy Ive fucked before! I can hear your wetness...I can smell it! So goddamned fucking gooddddddddddd!"

Of course, it can't, and doesn't, last. As the sensations intensify, my sugar walls becoming agonizingly, pleasurably inflamed against Nick's cock, my clit caressing his shaft, and his head rubbing my womb's soaked interior, our movements become more swift and spasmodic. His hands, at first resting on my hips, rise to grasp my bouncing breasts; I cover his hands with mine and squeeeeeeze. My head is thrown back and my eyes closed; I can feel my whole body undulate with our combined thrusts, and the sweet sensations pump up and out into me from my swollen, aching clit in time to our fucking. I lower my head and open my eyes to gaze at the dreaming, pleasure-twisted face of my son; I wish his eyes could be open so I could see their pale-blue beauty as well as let him look upon the sheer wonder of his own mother riding his prick, harder and faster.

Yesssssss: harder, faster. Nick and I fuck as though there will be no tomorrow...and were it not for my children, I would die willingly at this most delightful moment. But I need not, and there is this more-than-heavenly thing we are doing...oh godddddddddddd, how unbearably good it is! I ride him harder, hissing and growling, my hair flying around my head; he lifts me bodily with his thrusting hips, his prick pushed so deeply within me that its head crashes into the wall of my womb. I let out a strangled cry; the best I can do now with all my breath pushed out of me by this singular pleasure. And we fuck, and fuck, and fuck...mindless now, all nerves, juices and hormones, our bodies bucking, our sweat flying, until...

We come. We climax. We orgasm. We succumb for those few, timeless moments. Simultaneously, as my internal electrocution begins in my clit and fans out excruciatingly over my body, I also feel Nick's cum jet within my womb; it packs itself thickly between his prick and my sugar walls. When I can bear to open my eyes for a moment in my exquisite agony, I see him rigid below me save for his hips as they thrust and thrust; each thrust sending a lessening spurt of his cum into me. 

And through the roaring in my ears, I dimly make out his hoarse scream: "GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, KRISTIN! I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGGGG! COMING SOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOODDDDDDDDDDD! FUCK ME, SISTER, FUCK ME HARD! SUCK ME DRY! TAKE MY CUM! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK, YES, BABY! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" 

I respond with my own strangled cry of ecstasy: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NICK! COMINGGGGGGGGGGGGG! I'M COMING SO GODDAMNED HARD! SOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOODDDDDDDDD! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I CAN'T TAKE IT! GIVE ME MORE! FUCK ME TILL I PASS OUT! SHOOT THAT SWEET CUM ALL OVER ME, INSIDE AND OUT! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

And I begin to weep when I feel my orgasm falter, then die; I weep for its loss, but also for its peerless sweetness. Nick lessens his thrusting, but doesn't stop despite the fact he is no longer pumping his cum into my overfilled, overflowing pussy. I fall forward to rest on top of my son, allowing him to thrust into me as I catch my breath; my tears fall on his shoulder. But it seems that even in his sleep, Nick knows more than I: he begins to pick up the pace once more, his still-hard cock again sliding effortlessly over my saturated sugar walls. And as his thrusting increases I feel renewed delight forming in my clit and cunt canal, and spreading out from there. In my son's new need, mine comes rushing back, as well.

This round, while not as wantonly animalistic as the first, lasts longer and builds up more agonizingly sweet sensations. Nick fucks me, at first; I simply lay atop him and accept his renewed eagerness. But as the feelings increase, I begin humping back against him, forcing my cunt down around his cock and forcing him to fuck me back all the harder. And so this point-counterpoint of lovemaking continues until we're pushing hard against one another, prick and pussy moving together wetly, his balls slapping against my bottom as he pulls its cheeks open and pushes them closed. Still laying atop him, my hot, moist skin sliding on his, my nipples hard and aching as they're rubbed on his hard chest; I nibble and bite on his throat as I hold his damp, blonde hair. And we fuck harder. And we fuck faster. And...

Once more, we come. Not as sharp as our first orgasms these are more drawn-out, and the more excruciating for that. We tighten against each other: his arms squeeze me as he humps frantically up into me; my pussy grips his prick, my thighs grip his hips, and my fingers pull his hair. As the slow, rolling climax spreads out up and down my body in waves, I shake and quiver. 

I gasp and shriek against his throat, "NICKKKKKKKKKKKKK! DARLING, BABY, I'M COMING AGAINNNNNNNNN! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, COMING SOOOOOOOOOOOOO HARD, SOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD! FUCK ME, HONEY, FUCK ME HARD AND FAST AND FOREVER! I WANT YOUR BEAUTIFUL COCK INSIDE ME ALWAYS, FILLING ME FULL OF YOUR CUM!" 

His balls leap against my bottom and his cum pours once again into my sodden cunt, filling it until it flows out between his shaft and my pussy lips.

He utters his strangled, dreamy cry into my hair: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK! GODDDDDDDDDDD BABY, COMINGGGGGGGGG AGAIN! KRISTIN, YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT! I LOVE FUCKING YOU, COMING IN YOU! I LOVE YOUR WET, TIGHT CUNT! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

When these climaxes fall off and die, we both know it's all we can do for a while. I slide off of my son to snuggle against him, both of us panting fast and loud. My oozing pussy leaves a glistening, butterfly-shaped spot on his hip as I push myself against him; the air is saturated with the mixed scents of our genital juices and our sweat. Soon, Nick's breathing evens out and deepens; he's dreamlessly asleep once more. For all my erotic labors, I only doze.

I rouse some time later. My skin is drier and cooler now, as is Nick's. My cunt is still quite sodden, though; I can hear its liquid sounds as I move slightly. I laugh softly to myself when I see that my hand, seemingly on its own, has found its way to his prick; my forefinger is tracing lazy circles in the thick, glistening layer of fluid covering his softening shaft. I draw a deep breath as I realize what a shame it would be for all that ambrosia to go to waste. So, I move down until I'm mouth-to-shaft with his semi-erect cock. Then I hold it gently by the base as I take long, appreciative licks on it, savoring the subtle flavors of our combined juices.

I am still orally worshipping my son's prick when I hear a sound that causes me to freeze, while at the same time an excruciating thrill runs through my tummy and up my spine:

"Mom?"

The End



Dream Love Fulfilled



"Mom?"

I straighten from orally loving my son Nick's delicious cock in order to face my questioner. As I do, a thick string of my saliva and his precum trails from my lower lip to the tip of his prick. It breaks: part of it falls on my lip and chin and the other drapes itself over my fingers, wrapped snugly around the base of his semi-hard shaft.

Looking up, I see who has spoken: my 19-year-old daughter Kristin, standing nude in the doorway of Nick's room. A delightful tremor of love and lust passes through me as I gaze at her: her slender, delicately-curved form framed by the doorway; her creamy, pale skin glowing in the low light of the now-rising sun streaming through the window, tiny beads of sweat glinting upon it; her tummy undulating with her breath; her high, peach-nippled breasts quivering with her heartbeat; her neatly trimmed pubic hair matted with her cunt honey and my saliva; her tousled hair arousing in its wild abandon. Even recently awoken, my daughter is a singular beauty.

Kristin's eyes are wide and startled as she takes in the scene before her: her mother kneeling before her naked brother as he lays asleep in his bed; her mother's fingers still grasping her brother's shiny, curved prick, her mother's lips and chin glistening as well from the all-too-obvious source.

"You did!" she breathes in amazement. "You did fuck me while I was asleep! I thought I was only dreaming, and all my orgasms and juiciness were just parts of a wet dream...but I guess we did fuck. And we weren't the only ones, huh?"

I should flinch and feel shame at her bald statement, perhaps even skulk away to hide from the plainness of what society would consider a horrific crime...but instead, I straighten my back and return Kristin's gaze without obvious fear. In fact, my only concern is that I've alienated my daughter with my utter wantonness, but I keep that thought to myself for the moment.

I reply, "Yes, darling; we did fuck...repeatedly. I heard and saw your erotic dream, and simply couldn't help myself; you were too beautiful, too exciting. I had to make love to you, then and there." I inhale deeply, then continue, "And the only thing I regret is if my love and lust for you has made you hate me."

Kristin walks silently into her brother's room. She climbs onto the bed, kneeling facing me. Despite my very real fear that I may have lost my daughter forever, the sight and sweet-sour scent of her cause me to tremble in renewed desire.

She smiles as she whispers, "Oh, Mom! How could I hate you for doing what I've wanted you to do for years?! You said you heard me; I was dreaming about fucking...um, making love with you! I've wanted you for so long, ever since I first realized I was attracted to women as well as guys. You were my first crush, Mom...I just never thought it would actually happen; if I'd known you could be seduced, I'd have done it years ago!"

I laugh softly with relief and delight; the terrible tension in my body releases and disappears in a pleasurable rush. I reach up to cup my daughter's gorgeous face in my palms.

"I'm so glad, my love," I murmur. "I would never, ever do anything to hurt you; for me, our lovemaking is only another way to show how much we love and care for each other, which I'd have done a long time ago too if I had known you'd wanted me so much. I'll admit that I was a coward for taking advantage of you while you were asleep...but I wanted you so badly, and was afraid you'd reject me if I'd woken you."

My daughter reaches up to run her fingers through my hair, gazing sweetly and solemnly into my eyes.

"Mom, the only way I'd reject would be if you rejected me first. I've always loved you, and I always will; this will only deepen our love, as far as I'm concerned."

We gaze silently at each for long moments, our caressing fingers the only visible signs of a communication that is mostly from our hearts.

Then Kristin smirks and whispers, "And it looks like you're big into sharing that special love of yours; I think Nick's had a lot of fun tonight, too."

I giggle softly at my daughter's teasing, then reply, "Yes, darling; your dear brother has had a lot of fun...and all of it asleep and dreaming, like you. Do you think, as I hope, that he'll be as accepting and wanting of more lovemaking--" I smile wickedly, then continue, "--more fucking like you, when he's awake?"

She bites her lower lip at my gutter talk, then whispers, "Oh, no doubt, Mom. I don't know if you've noticed but he's always looking at us both, stripping us with his eyes...especially when we're in our jammies or bathing suits! He's a total horndog, Mom. To be honest, I've always been tempted to flash him with my boobs or my ass, but was too afraid. Not anymore!" She grins courageously.

I smile with pride at my daughter's bravery and lustful love; I think Nick is going to be in for a very sweet awakening. In fact...

I lean forward to press my lips to those of my daughter. She murmurs in surprise and delight before returning my kiss; her mouth opens accommodatingly as my tongue traces its way over her lips before pushing in, entwining around her tongue. We hum happily as we kiss, our breasts and nipples touching tantalizingly.

While continuing our kiss, I reach down with one hand to gently shake Nick's thigh. Getting no response, I shake harder until I feel him move and murmur as he awakens.

"Mom...Kristin...is that you? What's going on...oh, JEEZ!" Nick finally focuses on the sight before him; he props himself up on one elbow.

"What...what's happening? What're you guys doing? Fuck...am I still dreaming?" From the corner of my eye, I see him actually shake his head and rub his eyes, disbelieving what is right before him.

Kristin and I giggle into each other mouths as we continue our deep, loving kiss; our hands drop to cup one another's breasts, and our breaths and hearts pick up speed as we flick and pinch the other's nipples to aching hardness.

Even though I'm sorely tempted to continue this divine kiss, to our mutual disappointment I break it. I then turn to the flabbergasted Nick, as does his sister.

"Good morning, honey. Sleep well and have nice dreams?" I ask my son with a brazenly feigned innocence.

"Yeah, tell us what you dreamed about, Nick!" Kristin can't seem to help giggling as she joins me in this silly seduction.

Nick just stares at us for several moments, his mouth as wide as his eyes. Of course, I notice that seeing his mother and sister kneeling nude on his bed is having another effect on him: his prick is rising and thickening, resuming the lovely hardness I'd so lately enjoyed. A drop of precum has already oozed out of its head slit.

"I-I-I dreamed...oh fuck, I dreamed of you, Kris! I dreamed that I fucked and sucked you!" Even in the low early-morning light, I can see he is blushing despite the erotic tableau before him.

Kristin laughs and claps her hands in delight. "Did you, Nick? Did you really? That is soooo sweet, little brother. I'm so happy...I only wish it had been me that had fucked you for real."

"Say whaaat?" Nick's perplexity climbs a notch, and he has another conundrum to go along with waking to find his naked family in his bed. 

Poor darling! I decide to take pity on him; after all, it's a lot for an 18-year-old boy to take in at one time. 

"Baby, you were made love with while you were asleep and dreaming. Only...you just dreamed of Kristin; it was me who fucked you."

Somehow, my lovely son's eyes become even wider, and his cock jumps and takes on its characteristic rigidity more swiftly. He props himself up on both hands; I sigh and tremble as I take in his slim, firm form all over again.

"You...you fucked me while I was asleep, Mom?" It only takes a few moments of pondering before he blurts, "That's awesome, Mom! You are so fucking hot! I never thought I'd have a chance with you. Only...does it bother you that I was dreaming of Kristin while we fucked?"

I laugh gently and cup his darling face with my palm. "No, my love, it doesn't bother me. I knew it, and was glad you loved your sister in that way, too. If you still desire it, that will make our new relationship so much easier and deeper." 

I reach out with my other hand to grasp that of Kristin's; we squeeze each other's hand in reassurance. I continue, "I want this family to be able to love each other fully in this new way, without favoritism or jealousy. After we've all thought about it a while longer, can we agree to that?"

Kristin releases my hand, only to lean forward so she can embrace me tightly. Murmuring into my shoulder, she says, "I don't need to think about it any longer, Mom. I love you and Nick with all my heart, and my body now, too. I'll love and fuck you both for as long as you'll have me, period."

I reach around my luscious daughter with one arm and hug her just as tightly. I bury my face in her hair and kiss her there. The women of this family: loving, alluring and loyal to a fault! 

"Thank you, baby. Thank you so much." We both sniffle for a bit, tears dropping on to bare skin and into hair, then break our embrace to gaze at one another adoringly.

It doesn't take long before Nick surges up to take his sister and mother both in a strong, heartfelt embrace. He kisses us both on the cheek, then says, "Me too, Mom! I love you both more than anyone else alive, and there's no one else I'd rather fuck, suck and drink than my beautiful Mom and Sis!" 

I smile proudly at my son's gallantry...and at the singular sensation of his fine, young prick prodding my tummy gently. I shudder, realizing that my desire is returning swiftly; I must make love with my darling children again, now...and this time with the both of them in the here and now!

I lean back to hold both of them at arm's length. We trade loving and increasing lustful gazes: for the first time my teenaged babies are looking at their mother completely nude, and wanting to ravish them again as much as they wish to ravish her! But another need is making itself known, and urgently.

I smile hugely as I say, "Loves, as much as I want you, and right now, I really need to take care of something else first...I have to pee!"

Nick, Kristin and I laugh at the intrusion of such a prosaic bodily function in the midst of this incestuous love feast. However, both admit it's something they must attend to soon, as well.

With that, I slide off of Nick's bed, my children's hands still firmly held in mine. Thus, I lead them to the bathroom, on the opposite side of the hall. Once there, I turn and look at them both.

"Sweethearts, why don't one then the other of you go on ahead; I can hold mine for a while," I say.

Nick, hardly able to keep his eyes from my and his sister's bodies, gulps then says, "Mom, this is really weird, but...would you mind if I watched you pee? I kinda like watching women do that." And he blushed furiously and adorably.

Kristin stares at him a moment as if disbelieving, then turns to me smirking and says, "Yeah, Mom; could I watch, too? I mean, I want to share everything with you both...and after all, you've already seen me pee, right?" She winks and giggles.

I'm nonplussed for a moment. It seems my children are far more kinky than I would ever have believed. But I do have to admit Kristin is right on both counts: we should share at least most everything with each other, within whatever passes for reason now, and I had watched her pee on herself...after I had caused it by tickling her! And I can't help but feel a delicious quiver in my lower tummy at the thought of being watched while peeing...and watching my babies do the same. 

I nod as I say, "You're right, darlings; I want you both to watch me pee...and I'll watch you, yes?"

I hold back a laugh as I watch their eyes widen and they look at each other, but they are my children; their lust and desire to please will overcome most any inhibition. They too nod.

"Lovely!" I say, and lead them into the bathroom.

I raise the lid of the toilet, then sit on the cool seat. Kristin and Nick stand somewhat awkwardly before me. As much as I love having their young, beautiful bodies so close and on display, I want them to enjoy this new thing with me. So I motion for them to sit on the edge of the bathtub, behind them.

"Sit, my loves. After all, it is the best seat in the house." They both giggle and groan. But then they quiet and widen their eyes as I spread my legs for them, then reach down to do the same with the hairy, swollen lips of my pussy.

"Watch, sweetnesses. Watch your Mom pee." 

And I let my urine gush forth. God, it felt so wonderful after holding it in for hours! The clear, thick stream strikes the cold water, causing drops of it to splash on the backs of my thighs and bottom; I wriggle pleasurably and sigh. 

I then look up at my children; they're watching fixedly, staring at the jet of pee issuing from their mother's cunt. And I note that, quite unconsciously, Kristin's hands are moving: one to cup and squeeze her breast; the other to slide down her flat tummy and cup her pussy, which she gently massages. Her breath comes faster as she pleasures herself and watches me pee. Nick too is enjoying my show: unknowingly, he caresses his sweet cock, rubbing the leaking precum into the soft, hot skin with one hand while cupping and rubbing his tight balls with the other.

I tremble as I gaze at my children: the show they're giving me is at least as arousing as the one I am giving them! And I tell them so: in a breathy, tremulous voice, I cry, "Yes, babies, yes! You're so beautiful, touching yourselves, playing with yourselves, pleasuring yourselves! No, don't stop, beloveds! Continue, and excite your mother and your sibling even more!" I of course can't help but caress my stiff, little clit as I watch them, and my pee flows out of me.

And so we show our love for one another by giving the others an erotic display, a display caused by, and meant solely for, each other. Such a naked, wondrous show of honest affection and lust!

Finally, my torrent slows to a trickle; I breathe a another sigh of relief. I reluctantly stop flicking my throbbing clit and release my wet cuntlips; I don't want to climax, not just yet. The children also stop their self-ministrations, their breaths now gasping and lovely red flushes on their chests and faces. I wipe myself with a handful of toilet paper, then stand.

It's then my turn to blush as my children actually clap and whistle. "So hot, Mom! God, I loved watching that! I wanna see it again soon!" they call.

"Thank you, my loves; anything I can do to excite you, I'll do." I stand above and close to them, my hands on my hips and radiating my heady odor of sweat, cunt honey, and pee. "Who's next?" I invite.

Nick and Kristin glance at each other, identical expressions of raw need on their faces. Kristin says, "Go ahead, Nick. I know you're holding in all that soda from last night...and besides, I really want to watch you!"

Nick says, "Um, okay. Just remember, it's really not easy to piss with a hardon!" He then stands; as I step to the side he moves before the toilet and raises the seat, holding his curved, hard prick in his fingertips. 

The poor baby! I can see he's struggling to urinate through such a rigid erection. When he finally does manage to pee, it spews all over the bottom of the seat and lid, the toilet rim, and the floor; little of it makes it into the bowl. Kristin, sweet child that she is, doesn't laugh at her brother's discomfiture.

To help him in his plight, I quickly stand and move behind him. I put my arms around him and place my hands over his, holding his cock gently. I hold him close, whispering into his ear.

"Relax, my love," I say. "Relax; take your time. Enjoy fulfilling your need as much we enjoy watching you do it." And I kiss and lick him on his ear and neck.

Nick's urine stream ceases for a moment, then continues more sedately; I help him guide it into the toilet bowl. Most boys his age would protest their mothers helping them to pee, but then most boys don't have their mothers as lovers! He leans against me as together we direct his lovely, yellow flow into the toilet.

I look down at Kristin. She's quite lost in the sight of her mother helping her brother to pee by holding onto his prick: her eyes are startlingly wide; her mouth is open as she pants; her breasts quiver with the movement of her arm as she massages her now very slippery cunt; the creamy-wet sounds as she moves her hand over her pussy is exquisite. This is a moment I know I'll treasure forever.

Even after his pee stops gushing, Nick holds my hands on his cock. He growls, "Just rub a little, Mom. I'll shoot all over the wall!"

I smile as I whisper, "I know, precious, I know. But let's save that lovely stuff for a little while longer, alright? I think I know of someone who'd like to have it shot in their direction even more." And I look pointedly down at his sister; he gets the idea, and allows me to let go of his cock...to my disappointment, to be sure.

"God, Nick, that was incredible! I was sooooo close to coming, just watching Mom hold your cock! And watching you pee...well, we'll have to do that again, okay?" Kristin's eyes are shining with the desire and love she feels for her brother. He grins with pride and nods.

I sit beside Kristin and say, "Now, sweetheart, it's your turn."

She smiles and stands. As she passes her brother, her palm quite deliberately brushes against his stiff cock; they both shudder as their mutual lust surges through them. I will have to get them together very soon, I think, as I doubt my poor boy will last much longer...and I'm not sure about my darling daughter, either!

Kristin lowers the toilet seat, then sits gracefully upon it. Like me she spreads her legs wide, then opens her soft, pink cuntlips with her fingers so we can have an unobstructed view; she trembles as she does this, her breath hissing. After relaxing a few moments her light-yellow stream comes forth, splashing into the cold water.

Nick and I watch avidly. My daughter is peerlessly beautiful as she urinates, casually flicking and rubbing her hard, little clit with a fingertip; her whole body quivers as an especially electrical sensation shoots through her. The whole bathroom now smells of our urine, our sexual fluids and our sweat; it is indescribably delicious.

I have both hands between my legs: one is caressing my clit and pushing fingers in and out of my cunt; the other is pleasuring my bottom, stroking it and pushing a fingertip inside. I gasp and moan; I'm being very careful regarding fingertip pressure as the wrong movement could send me reeling back into the bathtub, screaming as I helplessly climax.

I look over at Nick. He is masturbating his iron-hard, slippery cock again, and playing with his swollen balls. But even as I watch, he orgasms. 

As he shrieks, "KRISTIN! MOM! OH FUCK! COMING! AHH! YES!" his body goes rigid and his teeth clench. But his eyes remain open and fixed on his sister as his white, viscous seed jets out, splattering all over Kristin's breasts, tummy, and thighs. And it keeps spurting, in lessening streams; the amount of semen his testicles produce never ceases to amaze me. It strikes her again and again, until it flows in slow rivulets off of her breasts and nipples, down her swiftly-undulating tummy, her quivering thighs, and her soaked pubic thatch. My daughter is a mess from her brother's climax; she's also incredibly gorgeous.

Watching her brother come and feeling his semen splatter against herself repeatedly now drives Kristin over the edge as well. I turn to her as she strokes her clit furiously, her pee still gushing into the toilet bowl. Suddenly, she begins to shake, her small breasts bouncing, her plump nipples now tiny, dark points, her teeth clenched, and her eyes closed tightly. She reaches up to pinch and twist her sticky nipple excruciatingly.




Dream Love Fulfilled



As she comes, Kristin screams, "YES! OH MOM! NICK! GOD I'M COMING SO FUCKING HARD! SO GOOD! LOVE YOUR CUM COVERING ME! LOVE YOU BOTH! AHH!"

Watching my daughter climax, I find I'm on the verge myself; only a few more flicks of my finger will cause me to lose control. But as badly as I want to consummate this lovely moment, I have an even better idea; one that will surely further inflame my wanton children past the point I'd woefully underestimated only minutes ago!

I drop to my knees before Kristin; she is still in the electric throes of her orgasm. Placing my hands on her thighs, I lean forward and begin to lick my son's ejaculate from her silken, hot skin: long, laving licks, savoring every drop of his precious seed as I wipe it with my tongue from her breasts, her tummy, her inner thighs before swallowing.

The effect of my little display on my children is galvanizing. Even coming down from her frenzied climax and her pee flood ended Kristin grasps my hair with one hand to push my face against herself, tightening her fingers as she directs my mouth and tongue to the various splatters of her brother's cum.

She hisses, "Fuck, Mom! Even though I don't know how much more I can stand, that feels so fucking good! It's driving me crazy! I love you so very much!"

I hear Nick gasp behind as I continue to lick his semen from his sister's lovely body, "Yes, Mom! Lick all my cum off of her! Drink it! Swallow it! I wish I could fuck you right now, fill you up with more cum! I will soon, though!"

I smile to myself as I finish cleaning my daughter of the cum bath she's just taken. I swallow the last of my son's scrumptious semen, then trace my tongue around my mouth to get any stray droplets. Finally I straighten, then face my lovely, sensual children.

"Naughty, naughty Nick; not controlling yourself!" I mock-admonish my son. "I think your next flood should go in its proper place: your sister's or my mouth or cunt!" To show him I am only teasing, I smile and caress his cheek; he smiles as he realizes that not only is he not in trouble, but that further delights await him.

I take a hand of both of my children, and say, "Thank you, darlings; that was marvelous! I love you both in every way, now. But now that we've enjoyed watching each other do this, I think we should go somewhere more comfortable...my bed!" Their eager smiles tell me that they agree wholeheartedly.

They help me to rise to my feet. I then escort them into my bedroom, the morning light shining into it strongly now. I have a king-sized bed; another of the few things my ex-husband left me that I actually appreciate. The satin bedclothes are still neatly turned down from the previous night. Releasing my children's hands, I go to the bed. I take the covers and fling them onto the floor; for what this bed will soon be used for, it and we won't need them.

I sit on the edge of the bed, then beckon Nick and Kristin to join me. She kneels before me, and her brother emulates her; they both place a hand on my thighs.

"Before we continue our newfound way of loving each other, there's one more thing I have to do, lovelies," I say.

At their quizzical expressions, I laugh softly, gesture to the bedside digital clock, and say, "Look at the time, darlings! You should be at school soon. But I think we have so much more to teach each other here this morning, don't you? Besides we don't want anyone prying into our family time with questions, right?" They assent enthusiastically.

I pick up the phone receiver on the bedside table and dial their high school from memory. As I listen for an answer, I notice Kristin nudge her brother. Nick looks at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, but when she makes a low sucking sound he seems to get the idea; what that is I don't know, myself. But I all too soon learn...

My darling children lean forward simultaneously, taking one of my breasts in a hand each; Kristin on my left, Nick on my right. They then begin to kiss my breasts, their lips tantalizingly soft on the sensitive flesh. I inhale sharply, trembling.

Finally, through the sudden, blinding haze within my brain, I notice the school's answering machine picking up. Just as I begin to speak, my mischievous children close their mouths on my achingly hard nipples, their tongues tracing sweet patterns on the tight skin as they suck my nipples deep into their mouths.

Trying to concentrate, I stutter, "Hello-o-o, this is-- ahh! --Trish Morton. My daughter and son-- umm! --Kristin and Nick go to school-- oh! --there. Well, they-- oh, god! --have an appointment this morning that-- mmm! --they must go to. I think it will-- yes! --take all day, so they probably won't be back till-- sss! --tomorrow. Thanks and-- Jesus! --goodbye!"

I hurriedly put the receiver somewhere near its cradle, fleetingly worrying about what the school employee who listens to that message will think; then I simply cease to care as the divine sensations of my children sucking and licking my nipples overcome me. I reach up to grasp their heads, pushing their mouths deeper into the buoyant flesh of my breasts. I then close my eyes, throw my head back, and simply drown in feeling.

As Kristin and Nick lick and nibble my now-erect and excruciatingly sensitive nipples, their hands aren't idle; sliding over my tummy, sides, back, hips, and inner thighs, their touches are electric. With my eyes still closed, I listen to the sucking sounds, combined with murmurs and moans; many of them my own. I realize I'm wetting my satin sheet with my trickling nectar...and just do not care. My eyes do fly open, however, to look down at them both when Nick puts his hand on my shoulder to push me down.

"I think we owe Mom a little something for getting us into all of this loving fucking, don't you, Kris?" he says with a smile.

Kristin gazes up at me and smiling too, replies, "Yep, little brother, I do. And I think I see what you're suggesting." She then adds her hand to my other shoulder, holding me down.

Looking up at them now from my position on the bed, flat on my back and legs spread wide, I soon realize their plan. I then throw my head back once more and moan, long and low.

My babies are kissing and licking their ways down my quivering tummy, their mouths and tongues creating exquisite sparkles of sensation within my flesh. When they reach my sides, they discover my weakness: like Kristin, I'm terribly ticklish there. It doesn't take them long to use that knowledge to their advantage; soon I am convulsing with laughter.

I hear Kristin murmur gigglingly, "What's the matter, Mom? Ticklish?"

I gurgle between gales of laughter, "Stop--it! I'm dying! Oh, god! Stop--the both--of you!"

But of course they have no intention of ending their affectionate torture; they nibble and lick the soft flesh of my sides and hold me down as I writhe, my back arched, screaming with helpless laughter. Before long I'm hiccupping, and only a little while after that I feel the pressure in my bladder; their relentless, sweet torment is going to make me pee again! Unfortunately, I am laughing and hiccupping too much to form words of warning; so when my urine flows out between my cuntlips and down over my anal flower, it's the scent that alerts them. 

Nick stops licking first to cry, "Oh, yeah! Mom's pissing again! Sweet!"

Kristin pauses long enough to reply, "Mmmmmm, nice! Don't stop! I want her to wet herself like she made me!" And with that they continue their devilish torment.

When they finally cease I simply lay there, gasping and hiccupping; my pussy, inner thighs and bottom soaked with my cunt honey and pee. My children, however, do not relent in their quest to give me ultimate pleasure: they continue tracing their tongues down, over my lower tummy, skirting my sodden pubic thatch, and lick and nibble my soft inner thighs. I simply moan, mindless in my sybaritic lust.

When with their faces pressed close together my darlings' tongues finally touch my wet, swollen folds, it's galvanizing: I cry out, spreading my legs wider and thrusting my hips up. 

My teeth gritted, I growl, "Eat me, my loves! Eat your Mom's pussy! Lick it! Suck it! Fuck it with those divine tongues! Make me come till I pass out! Drink my honey! FUCK ME!" 

I'm dimly surprised at how fierce my need has made me, but then cease to notice or care as my sweets eagerly comply with my hissed desires.

I feel their tongues lave my soft, wet pussylips, over and over, drinking my fluids as I commanded; the feelings rocket up through my tummy to my erect nipples, and down into my trembling thighs. My back is permanently arched now, my head thrashing from side to side, the only sounds issuing from my mouth now are unintelligible hisses and growls. And then, simultaneously, they push their tongues inside me...

Oh, dear god! Has any sensation ever been so singular, so exquisite, so divine? I cry out without thought, only feeling as my children's tongues penetrate me, splaying my cuntlips as they push deeper, drinking in my gushing honey and pee. They thrust into me until it's almost painful, but I have no desire to tell them to stop even if I could; I just push my pussy more forcefully into their faces, fucking them as they fuck me.

Kristin's long, talented tongue and her brother's only slightly less so tongue lick my spasming sugar walls, delving deeper, going round and round my flowing canal; my wafting salty-sweet scent in the air is exquisite. As I hump their mouths, my soaking pubic hair and cuntlips wetting their cheeks and chins, and I reach down to pull their hair, wanting, needing them to go deeper still...and they do. I sob as I scream, the sensations nearly overwhelming me.

It doesn't take but a few strokes of their lovely tongues on my electrically-charged clit before I climax...and all feelings prior to my orgasm pale in comparison. My whole body goes absolutely rigid, my back painfully arched, my legs shaking in the air, and I shriek as my damp hair covers my face with my thrashing:

"FUCKING GOD! DARLINGS! YOUR MOM IS COMING! SO FUCKING GOOD! YES! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! DON'T STOP! LICK ME! FUCK ME! LOVE YOU EVER SO MUCH! YES, BABIES, YES!"

And naturally my children, so like their mother in their insatiability and eagerness to please, comply: they alternate licking and sucking my erect clit, and two fingers of one of them (I can't determine who) are thrust into my spasming cunt, adding to my delicious agony.

To my delight and pride, they don't stop even when it is obvious my orgasm is ebbing. They continue licking my clit and fingerfucking my pussy as I collapse, gasping and sobbing, nearly undone by coming. My clit and cunt seem numb for long moment, but my children are persistent; and soon they are rewarded, as am I: a second, more drawn-out climax overtakes me. My body shakes once again; my hips thrust up, fucking myself on their marvelous tongues; my breasts jiggle painfully; I grab the sheet and nearly tear it in my vise-like grip; and I scream, utterly without thought, only delicious sensation:

"GOD! COMING AGAIN! OH FUCK DARLINGS I'M COMING AGAIN! FUCK FUCK FUCK ME! YES! BABIES LOVE YOUR MOM! MAKE HER NEVER STOP COMING! LOVE YOUR TONGUES! LOVE YOUR FINGERS! LOVE YOU!"

Sadly, my second orgasm ceases too, of course. But I don't witness its end: I actually pass out. For an unknown time I am adrift in a dreamless, dark place, my body drained by the ferocity of those twin convulsions. I am at peace...but not for long: my babies' desires won't allow it.

I awake to find Nick and Kristin on either side of me, propped up on one hand, the others holding each other's faces as they kiss. And for a timeless moment, I wonder if I am dreaming; such a beautiful sight surely can't exist in the waking world. But it's true: my babies love each other in every way there is, now.

I watch them as their tongues glide over each other's lips and chins, gathering my nectar still glistening there. Then Kristin's tongue thrusts and disappears into her brother's mouth; he sucks it like a little cock as his hand wanders down her neck, her shoulder and onto her chest to cup then squeeze her pert, quivering breast. He flicks her erect, dark nipple with his fingertip, and her cry is muffled by his mouth. He then pinches her nipple, twisting it as her free hand finds its way into his lap; there she takes hold of his slender, throbbing prick for the first time, caressing and squeezing it, causing more precum to ooze out of the headslit, down the shaft, and over her fingers.

I am transfixed: though my cunt pulses madly, my juices trickling out anew, and my nipples so hard they positively hurt, I can't take my eyes from this divine sight; my children kissing and touching each other in the most deliciously intimate ways.

But being teenagers, they can't contain their lust for long; Nick, especially. Crawling over me and still kissing his sister, he grasps her shoulders, and tries turning her to the side; she resists at first, enjoying their fevered kissing and not understanding what he wants. But soon she submits, and is turned until she is on her hands and knees facing away from Nick and toward me. Her brother, my son, then moves behind her on his knees, his rigid cock standing proudly before him; his precum drips in long, thick strings to the sheet below. The swollen, purple head of his cock is only an inch or so away from his sister's, my daughter's, slick, pink pussy.

Kristin recognizes now what Nick wants, and fully submits to it; in her ecstasy of surrender, she goes down onto her elbows, her bottom thrust up sweetly before him, her legs wide to reveal her gorgeous, finely-haired cunt shining with her dew. I tremble at this sight: my son, painfully engorged in his need, is about to fuck his sister, holding herself fully, wantonly open for his entry.

I wonder idly in a brief bout of traditional mother-thought if either or both of my children were virgins before I made love to them in their sleep; or if either had engaged in intercourse prior to last night and this morning. Then I realize that that doesn't matter: anything that came before this time was and is irrelevant; only our loving now and in the future is important. I shake my head slightly and refocus on the divine display before me.

Nick moves forward slightly and grasps his sister's bottom with both hands, pulling her cheeks open further so he can see her pussy even better; he moves his hips forward, his hard cock arrowing toward Kristin's waiting, wanting cunt...and with a sure thrust slides his prickhead into it, accompanied by her hoarse cry of delight, and continues impaling her until he is buried to the root in her snug, sloshing pussy. He stays there for a timeless moment, savoring the sensation of his sister's wet pussy grasping his erect cock. Then he pulls out slowly until just his cockhead is inside his sister, then pushes forward again; he's beginning to thrust. With each slap of his hips against her quaking bottom, Kristin simply grunts and bites her lower lip; she seems to be too overwhelmed at the moment to express more.

Watching my children make love, I finally come out of my focused trance; none too surprised, I find that my hands have made their ways to my breasts and cunt of their own accord: my right hand squeezes my breasts, its fingers pinching and pulling my achingly erect nipples; my left hand is between my open thighs, its fingers caressing my glistening cuntlips and occasionally dipping between them to stroke my upright, little clit. For a few moments, I simply enjoy the sight of my darlings fucking while I pleasure myself; but I think that my angle of viewing isn't optimal, and I move over until I am facing Kristin and Nick, staring at them between my spread legs as I resume loving myself.

Kristin, being my daughter and despite being fucked with ever-increasing enthusiasm by her brother, upon noticing me reaches up to grasp my thighs in order to pull me and my sopping pussy toward her; she never lets her own delight get in the way of her desire to give pleasure to others. But I move back and out of her grasp; despite her disappointment, I mouth, "No, darling; this moment is yours and Nick's, so enjoy it." I accompany this gentle denial with an affectionate smile; she returns it in a strained way, then simply gazes into my eyes as she is energetically fucked and pushes herself back onto her brother's prick, and I continue to pleasure myself.

As he thrusts into her harder and faster, Nick gasps, "God, Kris-sis, you're so fucking wet and tight! I love fucking you, as much as I do Mom! I wish we'd done this a long time ago!"

Kristin replies in a breathy, strained voice: "Yes, darling brother, fuck me with that sweet, hard prick of yours! Feels sooooo good...you're touching me all the way back in my womb! Love your fucking! Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me forever!"

My children thus fuck each other harder and faster: Nick pumping his stiff cock, now shining with his sister's fragrant honey; Kristin pushing her hips back, keeping her cunt firmly grasping her brother's eager prick; the wet sounds of their lovemaking is music to my ears, while the thick, salty-sweet scent of my daughter's and my nectar, filling my bedroom, is divine. As my children make love, I penetrate myself with two of my fingers and continue to caress my throbbing clit with my thumb; with the sensations growing to orgasmic levels, I only hope I don't climax before they do!

But I need not have worried: Nick is realizing his adolescence-long dream of fucking his own sister; his sheer need and excitement guarantees that he won't last too long. Even though he does continue his wild thrusting past the point I would have expected, he does come soon enough. And as he does, he loses all control: he grasps his sister's hips painfully hard as he slaps his own hips against her bottom again and again in a frenzied blur; his face is drawn into a grimace of agonizing ecstasy as I know his semen is jetting forcefully into Kristin womb, load after thick, sticky load.

As he climaxes, my son cries out, "KRIS! FUCK! I'M COMING! YOU'RE MAKING YOUR BROTHER COME! SHOOTING MY JIZ IN YOUR TIGHT, WET CUNT! I FUCKING LOVE IT! I FUCKING LOVE YOU, SIS!"

And her brother's orgasm combined with the powerful thrusts of his hips and swelling, spewing prick cause Kristin to come as well. Grasping the sheets in bunches with her tight fists, pushing her hips and pussy against her brother/lover, her slender body rigid except for her swaying breasts and wildly thrashing head and waving hair. I am surprised: I've seen my daughter in the throes of delight before, but never have I witnessed such naked, ferocious passion in her...but even more I am thrilled and proud that she is capable of the like!

Between grunts as her bottom meets Nick's hips so forcefully, Kristin shrieks, "YES! OH FUCK NICK BABY, YOUR SISTER IS COMING! OH MY FUCKING GOD YES! SO GOOD! YOU FUCK ME SO VERY GOOD! LOVE YOU SO MUCH! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME, LITTLE BROTHER, NEVER STOP!"

This delirious, delicious display soon sends me over the edge, as well: their erotic abandon combined with two of my fingers thrusting into my tightening, slippery cunt and my thumb flicking my rigid clit all cause electric, unbearably sweet sensations to fan from there up to my pinched, twisted nipples and down through my quaking thighs and shaking legs to curl my toes. My back arches painfully with my orgasm; I can't keep focused on my children's lovemaking as I close my eyes and throw my head back. I surrender to my orgasm, fingerfucking myself heedlessly now.

I scream in a transport of ecstasy, "DARLINGS, BABIES, YOU'VE MADE MOM COME AGAIN! OH FUCK YES! YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE WATCHING MY CHILDREN FUCK! I LOVE YOU!"

The three of us descend from our Nirvana after an all-too-brief eternity: Kristin collapses on her tummy onto the bed gasping and sobbing as Nick does the same on top of her, his still-stiff prick buried inside his sister; I too fall back, trying to catch my breath as scintillating orgasmic aftershocks cause my body to twitch. We simply lay there for some minutes, utterly spent for the time. But such desire as we share for each other doesn't allow us to rest for long...




Dream Love Fulfilled



I'm aroused from my torpor by the bed's movement; it's Nick, sliding off of his sister's back, his prick making a drawn-out, sucking sound as it withdraws from her pussy. Kristin murmurs in disappointment, then turns to snuggle against her brother, now on his back with one leg crooked up; they smile at one another as they gaze into the other's eyes. They are lost in themselves and each other for the moment, but I am not in the least disappointed or feeling ignored; I have had my delicious moments with both and will again...this time is theirs, and I hope they live and love it to the fullest.

With her brother still reclining, Kristin leans up to press her lips to his; they share a long, tongue-filled kiss as her free hand glides over his firm chest and tummy, scratching it with her nails and tweaking his small nipples; he gasps and growls into his sister's mouth as she does this. She moves her hand further down to trace her fingertips in his matted pubic hair, then grasps his still-tight balls; he groans and pushes his hips up. She gently kneads his balls for several moments, then moves her hand up to grasp the base of his yet-rigid prick; he hisses into her mouth and his hand, which was caressing her hair, now closes around it to pull; the fingers of his other hand close on her still-erect nipple, pinching it and causing her to give a muffled cry. Their foreplay is increasing their arousal, as I see both sets of hips begin to hump; his on her hand, and hers against his hip.

Kristin rises and straddles Nick; for a moment I think she is going to push back to impale herself upon him again. But no: her glistening, pink cunt slides tantalizingly over his stiff cock as she breaks their kiss then moves down to lick his throat, then his shoulder, and finally swirls her tongue around a tiny, hard nipple; this causes him to gasp and shoot his hips up, sliding his prickhead over her tiny anal flower; when he doesn't try to bury himself within his sister there, I am amazed at his control.

Sucking, nibbling and licking Nick's erect nipples while teasing his straining cock with her fingertips, Kristin soon has her brother gasping continuously and his body writhing. She ends her sweet torture of his nipples by pulling one with her teeth; he throws his head back and cries out. She then licks down onto his tummy, pulling the fine hairs there with her teeth. She closes her mouth over his navel, kissing it and thrusting her tongue within; Nick is almost sobbing in his endless, increasing delight.  

I see my daughter's lips curve in a smile, and I wonder what she is thinking. I soon learn, as she glides her tongue over to her brother's side; teasing flicks of her tongue tip soon set him to giggling, then laughing, then convulsing. Before long he's laughing too hard to even beg her to stop as his body flops on the bed; he tries to push her away but is too weak, and she is too determined.

I grin unashamedly when I see a fountain of his urine shoot from his cock to fall over the already-shining shaft; I even laugh softly as I realize I had never known that men could pee when tickled too long! Oh, well: it's a family weakness, and one none of us seems to mind indulging when making love. I do however make a mental note (such as I am able in my state of excruciating arousal) to mention to my darlings that it isn't necessary to tickle their lover to enjoy the feel and flavor of their pee...even if it was me who started the whole deliciously sordid thing!

Relenting in the torment of her brother Kristin traces her tongue down onto his lower belly, then pushes his legs further apart with her hands so that she can lick down between his balls and thighs. Her tongue snakes below his balls to touch his anal rosebud; and Nick, just recovering from his tickle torture, gasps again as that delightfully sensitive place is orally loved. He raises his legs to his chest so his sister can have easy access. Kristin presses her soft lips to his flower, then swirls her tongue around it. I watch avidly as Nick relaxes, and his sister's tongue tip pushes into his tiny opening; god, how I want to do that to him as well, now! 

Gasping hoarsely and crying out, Nick pushes his bottom back toward his sister. I am almost tempted to warn her of his impending eruption if she continues orally loving his rosebud, but she seems to instinctively realize this as she stops, then begins licking his balls; Nick humps his hips, grunting and growling.

Kristin licks his tight balls until they're coated with her saliva, then takes one into her mouth to suck; her brother cries, "Fuck, Kris! You're so fucking good! Love your mouth and tongue! Suck me, sis; suck me and make me fill your mouth up!"

His sister smiles around her mouthful of brother, then does just that: she releases his testicle from her mouth, then taking the base of his prick between her fingertips, begins tracing her tongue tip over the hot, sticky skin of his rigid shaft.

Idly pleasuring myself as I watch my children in foreplay, I am galvanized when I see my daughter begin to lick my son's cock; my temptation overcomes me, and I rise to join her. But upon noticing my approach, Kristin puts out a hand to gently stop me.

Stopping licking her brother's prick for a moment, Kristin whispers, "Please, Mom. We'll do this together soon, but this is my moment, right? I want it, okay?"

I smile at her, realizing she is right: I've had my intimate time with Nick; she deserves hers, as well. So I nod and simply lay on my tummy with my hand underneath and caressing myself, watching my daughter resume the oral loving of her brother's prick.

After licking all of the combined sexual juices and pee from his cock, Kristin takes Nick's cock ever so slowly into her mouth; I focus achingly as I witness his prickhead splay her soft lips open, then the shaft push them still wider. I'm almost without doubt that my daughter is no newcomer, so to speak, to fellatio as I watch that slender, purple, vein-ribbed rod disappear into her dainty mouth; when she stops her lips and nose are buried in his pubic hair, and when she pulls her mouth back Nick's cock gleams with her saliva. I sigh in appreciation: beautiful beyond compare.

My daughter then begins fucking her brother's prick with her mouth; it reappears between her lips, back, back, back until only the head is still within, then forward until it's hidden once more. Nick gasps in time to Kristin's movements, and returns her favor by thrusting his hips so that his cock slides into and out of her wet mouth more swiftly; soon their combined thrusting causes a wet, slurping sound like his prick moving in one of our cunts. I catch brief glimpses of that singularly talented tongue when my son's cock almost completely leaves his sister's mouth.

Breathing harder and faster through her nose, Kristin increases the suction on her brother's cock; her mouth thrusts forward and back more swiftly, too. Nick's hips keep time with her mouth's movements, and their synchronized fucking is a joy to behold. I'm astounded by the speed and passion of their loving; adolescent lovemaking is dizzying in its intensity, as I remember. Nick hisses and groans as he grasps his sister's hair and tightens his fists in it, pushing her mouth even faster over his surging prick. Kristin doesn't complain or slacken her pace; she wants this, like this, as much as he does.

Finally, however, it is too much for my teenaged son: his own sister fellating him while their mother watches excitedly and plays with herself. His orgasm almost catches Kristin by surprise; Nick actually begins spurting before any other physical or even verbal signs are apparent, and she gags for a brief moment as his thick, sticky semen strikes the back of her throat in its ferocious release. But being the erotic natural she is, she recovers quickly and continues sucking her brother as she greedily swallows his seed; doing so coaxes yet more of that delightful stuff from his balls, and some of it remains on his shaft as it nearly overflows from her mouth.

Losing all control, Nick fucks his sister's mouth with abandon; his upward thrusts appear painful, but she doesn't relent and neither does he. He groans loudly, his face red and contorted as he pushes his prick into Kristin's mouth again and again. Finally, he forces intelligible words out:

"OH FUCK! KRIS! SIS! GOD YOU'RE SUCH A GREAT COCKSUCKER! GOOD AS MOM! COMING SO GODDAMN HARD! SHIT! LOVE YOUR MOUTH AND TONGUE, GIRL! LOVE YOU!"

Nick's thrusts lessening in speed and intensity; Kristin's head bobs slow. Finally, her brother collapses on the bed, gasping and spasming; his damp hair is matted to his forehead and his face and chest are flushed. While he recovers, his sister enjoys leisurely cleaning his cock with her tongue and mouth; she licks the remaining droplets of semen from the purple skin of his prick's shaft and head, occasionally enclosing his cock between her lips to drop her mouth over it; he cries and struggles weakly, overwhelmed by his climax. 

After his prick glistens with nothing but her saliva, Kristin takes her mouth from her brother's rod then moves up to snuggle beside him; he turns his head and kisses his sister, not caring about his own semen remaining on her teeth and tongue. Moving myself to cuddle on his other side, I realize again how proud I am of my children's sexual openness.

Kristin and I lay there, nursing poor Nick as he recovers; we caress his hair and kiss him while idly pleasuring ourselves on his hips. We leave his still-tumescent cock alone for the moment, allowing it to gather strength again along with the rest of him. She and I look across Nick to one another and smile dreamily.

"My loves, I don't know about you, but I'm almost exhausted," I say softly. "I'll need some more sleep before long."

"No wonder," Kristin teases. "You were awake when you first fucked us; at least we were sleeping." She giggles mischievously.

I laugh softly and tweak her nose; she giggles again and bats my hand away gently.

"That's right. And I'm older, too; I don't have the stamina of you children."

Nick smirks and says, "Oh, I don't know, Mom; seems to me you've been fucking and sucking like a teenager all night long. And look! You're still humping my side! God, Mom; you're insatiable!" Both of my babies laugh at this.

I raise myself up on one elbow, gazing down on both of them. They're gorgeous in their sleepy contentedness and I am of course proud of them, but I put on a secretly-teasing, mock-stern face and voice: "Oh, you think so, young man? Think I can fuck and suck without stopping, like any slut? Do you? Do you? How about you, Kristin?"

Taken aback, both stutter: "No, Mom, I--. Wow, Mom, sorry we--. You're great, Mom. We love--"

But I am fully aroused in my fake wrath now. I hiss, "I'll show you both what a slut I am!"

And with that I swiftly rise, straddle my startled son, and lower my overflowing, sticky cunt onto his rigid prick, impaling myself with one, quick thrust of my hips. Before he can move or even start breathing again I've begun a slow, steady movement of my hips, fucking my son once more. I gaze down at them both in faux triumph, but then relent when I see the uncomprehending shock in their faces.

Taking each of their faces in my hands, I say, "Honeys! I was only teasing you because you were teasing me! I love you both more than life itself, and for you I'll be a slut in any way you desire. Now lose those faces and let's love!" 

It still takes a few moments for them to realize I am only joking, but once they do they again have happy, eager looks. In the meantime, I continue to ride Nick, and his cock realizes what for him takes time: pleasure is the order of the day, now; I feel it swell to fill my sloshing pussy delightfully, lengthening until it once more can reach the back of my womb with a downward thrust. Then I detect an upward movement from Nick's hips, and I again know that all will be well. With that, I speed up my thrusts, my breasts bobbing freely, nipples again tiny, erect points, my hair flying about my head. 

As I fuck him, Nick places his hands on my hips and increases the speed of his strokes. He looks over at his sister, then releases one of my hips to take her shoulder, to push her up. Again, Kristin doesn't understand immediately, but follows her brother's lead. She rises until she is kneeling before him; he grasps her hip to pull her toward himself. She then gets his idea: as he grins and nods, straddles his face. But she puts her own twist on his idea when she kneels facing me. She lowers herself until she feels his mouth and tongue on her swollen, velvety cuntlips. As I again admire her pale, moist skin glowing in the morning light, she sighs and gazes into my eyes; we smile at one another.

"Hello again, my love," I whisper.

"Hi again, darling Mom," she replies.

With that, the Morton family once again shows its love in its newfound, additional way: we fuck.

I move with my son's prick inside me at a slow, delicious pace: with his swollen shaft sliding sweetly on my sugar walls and clit and his cockhead pushing against my womb, I know it won't be long before I lose that control and the need to come becomes all; but for the moment, I am enjoying the fullness, the tiny, electric sensations, and most of all the reality of making love with my son and daughter. That reality becomes even more immediate when Kristin leans forward to kiss me; I surrender to her kiss completely. 

She and I embrace, fingernails sliding up and down each other's backs. I can feel her movements as she writhes and slides on her brother's mouth and tongue; her gasps and moans are muted by my mouth. We ride Nick in our own intimate ways, but we are all connected by flesh, desire and love.

I gladly accept her tongue as it pushes between my lips and into my mouth; I delight not only in its wrapping around my tongue, but the flavor traces of Nick's semen on it. As we kiss, I feel her fingers find their way down my back and grasp my bottom; to my delight, they then move within my bottom's cleft to touch and caress my rosebud; I croon my pleasure into her mouth. She hisses softly when she reaches further down and discovers her brother's prick sliding wetly in her mother's cunt; I giggle as I feel her fingers there enjoying this sensation of someone else's fucking.

Suddenly Kristin breaks our kiss to whisper hoarsely, "Oh fuck, Mom! He's moved his mouth down...or up...or something! He's licking my ass! God, that feels so incredible!"

"Relax, darling!" I reply excitedly. "Relax and let his tongue enter you. You'll enjoy it so much! Just relax; I know you can do it, precious."

She closes her eyes and relaxes for several moments. Then her eyes fly open and she gasps, "Oh my fucking God! His tongue is inside my ass! I can feel it--ahh!--around the rim, pushing in...yes! You're right, Mom; it feels so wonderful!"

I smile and let my daughter savor this new delight. In the meantime, I feel the sensations within my clit and pussy intensify; they cause my hips to thrust harder and faster against my son, and in turn causes him to fuck me more energetically. His prick swells even more and my cunt contracts to hold it more snugly. I close my eyes and let the feelings flow.

And how they flow! I am so lost in their increasing intensity that I don't notice that Kristin's arms no longer encircle me; thus I am sweetly surprised when I feel her hands on my breasts, squeezing them hard, her fingers pinching and pulling my nipples; I hiss for her to pinch and pull them harder. This in turn makes me fuck Nick all the more savagely. And during all this loving, Kristin's delicate scent and my stronger odor rise and combine to create a lovely bouquet that I breathe in, deeply and appreciatively.

In the deafening, blinding haze of my ecstasy, I barely hear Kristin gasp, "Oh God, he's tonguefucking my pussy again! Pushing his tongue inside me, licking and tasting me, swallowing my cum! FUCK! He's sucking my clit now, sucking it hard, flicking it with his tongue! I'm fucking his mouth and tongue! Getting close, Nick, Mom...so fucking close!"

I know what she means: the sensations are piling up, becoming ever more numerous and greater, becoming unbearable; I know I'll be climaxing very soon, and Nick along with me if his manic, barely-controlled thrusts are any indication.

In the last, barely coherent thought I have before my orgasm, I reach down to push a finger into Kristin's relaxed bottom and take her nipple between my other fingertips to squeeeeeze; she squeals, grasps my face and kisses me hard as she comes. Because of her frantic movements, our kiss breaks intermittently and I catch some of her cries:

"FUCK... NICK... MOM... COMING... GOOD... YES... CAN'T STAND... LOVE YOU... AHH!"

This is the spark that lights my orgasmic fuse. I give up trying to control my hips' thrusts on Nick, feeling my cunt tighten achingly on his prick as I fuck him without mercy, riding him to complete my pleasure. My breasts bounce painfully even in Kristin's hands, and my nipples feel like they have clamps on them instead of her fingers. And above all is my final climax of a long, delirious, singular night and morning; the bright sunlight is like a dim candle compared to the white light that explodes in my brain as I come; the sensations rocketing through me pass beyond pleasure and pain to become, briefly, satori.

I scream into Kristin's mouth, muffled though it is, "JESUS... BABIES... MOM... COMING... TOO... GOOD... FUCK... DYING... LOVE... BOTH... FOREVER!"

But even as my internal supernova burns me up, Nick's is overwhelming him. I feel his body go rigid save for his hips which thrust against my thighs and pussy bruisingly; his prick swells to fill me as never before; and his semen jets into my womb and pack itself there and in my cunt's canal. I can't make out any words he may be shrieking, but I can detect his muffled cries...even their tremors in his body are transmitted to my body. His thrusts and gushes lessen only gradually, and I am again awed by his capacity as well as that of Kristin's; they are certainly their mother's children!

Finally we all quiet...and collapse. Kristin has just enough energy to fall to the bed; I do the same, regretting its absence once Nick's cock has left my overflowing pussy. When I lay down I know I'm not long for this world; and my dream lovers, my real lovers, my children, snuggle against me, the scent of our sweat and sexual fluids still strong in my nostrils. Within moments, their gasping lessens and their gentle snores begin. I take them both in my arms and pull them close, descending myself into a dreamland that now holds nothing to our reality.

The End



Dream Love Returned



Trish Morton lays deeply asleep in her own bed; nude under the covers, and quite comfy. 

Most nights (and many days when she wasn't teaching) since seducing her sleeping children and then having an extended fuck session with both awake, she shared her bed with her daughter, Kristin, and son, Nick; fucking, sucking, and causing each other to cum repeatedly and so hard that all three dropped into heavy slumber, completely exhausted. But occasionally, like tonight, Trish begged off from the family's nightly lovemaking to catch up on her sleep. However, this is the first night in which she expected all three to sleep in their own beds, equally desiring an uninterrupted sleep.

However, Nick and Kristin, being 18 and 19 respectively and Trish's children, have other ideas.

Even after sharing each other's bodies for hours this evening, kissing, licking, caressing, drinking semen and pussy juice, and fucking grasping, greedy holes with fingers, tongues, and Nick's cock, the teenagers are still needful and desiring the one person who introduced them to this paradise of incest: their mother, Trish. Too, they wish to return the sweet favor she paid them a few weeks ago: seducing her as she sleeps.

So, after giving what they agreed was enough time for Trish to drift off, the kids, naked and trembling with renewed lust, tiptoe to her door. Kristin opens it slowly and carefully, and peeks in. She sees her mother in the low light of the street lamp, streaming through the window: even with the covers over her Trish's lush form is quite obvious, as is her deep, even breathing.

Nick whispers into Kristin's ear, "Is she asleep?"

Kristin turns to her beloved, beautiful brother, and murmurs back, "Oh, yeah; out like a light. Do you think we should just let her rest?"

Sister and brother, lovers, gaze solemnly at each other for a few moments, then giggle, whispering at the same time, "Nahhh!"

Kristin then opens the door wide enough to let herself and Nick through, then tiptoe into the room. They pause for a moment when Nick catches her wrist and pulls her to himself. Wrapping their arms about each other and pressing their bodies close, Nick's still-rigid and precum-dripping prick trapped between them, they kiss and caress for several moments, then part to gaze into each other's eyes in the dim light.

"God, baby, I am so fucking turned on, I can hardly stand it!" Nick murmurs.

Kristin giggles again, and reaches between them to grasp her brother's stiff, hot cock. "I couldn't tell, honey."

Nick groans, then gasps, "Kris-sis, if you stroke me much right now, you're going to get a cum bath all over your tummy and tits!"

Kristin bites her lower lip, and whispers, "I know, darling. I just can't seem to keep my hands off of this sweet thing! I guess we should save some of your delicious cum for Mom, though." She sighs with exaggerated frustration.

Nick laughs under his breath, and murmurs, "Yeah, and some of yours, too!" And he cups his sister's soft, swollen, moist cunt in his palm, gently massaging.

Kristin hisses, "Shit! We'd better get started seducing Mom, or I'm going to push you down on the floor and fuck you right here and now!"

Nick laughs softly, and after once more kissing his sister-lover passionately, moves away from her.

The children move to either side of the bed; then Nick slowly and carefully pulls the covers up and off of her their sleeping mother. They both pause for several moments to take in the divine sight before them: Trish's nude body. Laying on her back, one arm above her head on the pillow, the other on her soft, flat abdomen. Brother and sister gaze at her form: her peaceful face, haloed with her dark hair; her full lips slightly open as she breathes; her heavy, round, dark-nippled breasts gently quivering with her breath and heartbeat; the delicious curves of her tummy and sides flaring out to her hips; the dense, dark triangle of her pubic thatch; her long, full thighs tapering down to graceful calves and long-toed feet. Her skin, they know, is lightly tanned with titillating white triangles over her breasts and pubic mound. Now that the covers have been pulled back, they can smell the rich, heady scent of her ever-moist cunt. Her children-lovers shiver with heightened desire as they look upon her goddess-like form; for them, she is the very essence of love and lust.

Kristin and Nick now carefully climb into the bed with Trish, on either side of her. Stretching out beside her they then take a few moments to make sure they've not awakened her, as well as to appreciate the tableau of their naked sibling and lover beside their slumbering mother.

Kristin draws in her breath as she looks at her brother: his handsome face, framed in tousled blonde hair, blue eyes consuming her as her eyes engulf him; his slender, hard-muscled form; his almost-hairless chest, tiny nipples even smaller, being erect in his excitement; his flat, taut abdomen moving fast with his hard breathing; the thick, curly mat of his pubic hair surrounding the crowning glory of his stiff, curved prick, its head roundly swollen, resting lightly on their mother's hip and dripping precum onto her skin; his narrow hips; his long, slender legs such a lovely contrast to Trish's full, feminine legs. Kristin admonishes herself to keep control, so as not to press herself to her mother's side and ride Trish's hip with her aching, puffy pussy...at least, not yet.

Nick devours the sight of his beautiful sister laying beside their slumbering mother; for the life of him he couldn't say who was more gorgeous and desirable: Kristin's face is haloed by her silky, shoulder-length chestnut hair, her jade eyes heavy-lidded with unrestrained need, the lips of her small, full mouth parted as she quietly pants; her girlish, upturned breasts quivering, her plump, pink nipples now tiny, hard points; her flat, narrow tummy curving to gently-flared hips; her plump mound topped with fine, damp hair, now much thicker as she's let it grow since learning of her new lovers' preferences for natural, wild pubic lushness; her rounded thighs, laying sweetly atop one another tapering to firm, slender calves and dainty, long-toed feet, the nails painted a bright, fuck-me red. A fresh, thick fall of precum oozed from his prick to land on their mother's hip as the fevered shaft trembled and swelled even more with his barely-controlled lust for the most important women in his life: his sister and mother; his lovers.

Overcome with love and lust, Nick reaches out over their mother's sleeping body and whispers to Kristin: "I love you, Kris."

Kristin smiles, and equally overpowered with love, desire, and pride, she takes her brother's hand in her own and intertwines her fingers with his. She replies quietly, "I love you too, darling brother."

Then she gently places his hand on their mother's cheek. And so, the Morton children begin seducing their slumbering, unaware mother.

They caress her, following each other's movements. Their fingertips trace their way over Trish's face; over her forehead, her temples, her cheeks, her soft lips, her chin, and then back up to stroke her soft hair, burying their fingers in it as they do so.

With their caresses, they hear their mother murmur. Unintelligibly at first, just breathy whispers. But as their strokes continue, they make out an occasional word: "Ohhhh... Sooo nice... Love the way... Touch me... So gentle... So sweet... Yessssss..."

The children look up at each other and smile.

Their fingers find their way through Trish's thick, tousled hair to her throat, sliding down over her shoulders. Their fingertips and nails glide over her upper arms: Kristin caressing the arm over her mother's head; Nick, the arm resting on her tummy. They feel gooseflesh rising on her skin, and the first, faint trembling; Trish gasps softly as they tickle the crooks of her arms. When their fingertips slide over her underarms, she first hisses then giggles under her breath; as her children have discovered, she is extremely ticklish.

With their feathery touches, Trish becomes more intelligible in her sleeping murmurs: "Ahhhh... Wow, I love that... You know I love it, too... Know me so well, don't you... Sooo good..." And her body responds, as well: she begins to move, her legs slowly scissoring, her hips thrusting ever so slightly, back arching gently, and her breathing comes more rapidly. Her nipples are already erect, hard points; dark, wrinkled, and high.

Her children continue touching and stroking her. Their fingertips and nails glide over her shoulders and down around the curves of her breasts; at this, Trish gasps and arches her back more. Kristin and Nick caresses flow from the outsides of her breasts, slowly swirling toward her stiff nipples. She's becoming more agitated, panting and writhing, both arms above her head now, her head itself moving from side to side.

"Mmmmm, yesssss... God, that's wonderful... Sooo fucking wonderful... Touch me... Touch my tits... Play with my nipples... You know how much I love it when you do that..."

Nick and Kristin too are becoming more aroused as they touch their mother so sensuously. Nick's iron-hard cock now almost continuously dribbles sticky precum onto his mother's hip, and it trickles into her pubic thatch and down over her inner thigh. Kristin now presses herself without heed to her mother's other hip, pushing her puffy, wanting pussy to the soft skin and firm muscle there and pleasuring herself as she pleasures her mother; whenever her hard, tiny nipples brush against her mother's skin, she trembles with increased desire.

Their fingertips now circle Trish stiff, upthrust nipples; with the first touch to the tight, wrinkled skin, she cries out breathily and arches her back even more. The children lovingly torture her by first caressing, then gently flicking her nipples; Trish grabs hold of the bars of the headboard and hisses, "Oh fucking god, yesssss! Flick them! Pinch them! Twist them! Pull them! Gonna fucking make me cum!"

Her children-lovers already know this, and time their teasing exquisitely: enough so that their mother is set ablaze with want and need, but not enough to make her climax; they don't want that...yet.

So, they do flick, and pinch, and twist, and pull her hard nipples, and Trish is beside herself in her dream of escalating ecstasy; she rolls and writhes, arches and twists, grunting and hissing and moaning, uttering filthy entreaties with her nearly unbearable desire: "Shit motherfuck goddamn! Harder! Pinch and twist my fucking nipples harder! Make it hurt, hurt so fucking good! Goddamn it, suck them! Lick them! Bite them!"

And Kristin and Nick, being her children and thus so eager to please, do as she commands: after bringing her nearly to the edge of orgasm by pinching and pulling her nipples even more forcefully, they lower their heads and and take them into their mouths, closing their lips around them and sucking, their talented tongues tracing over the stiff, wrinkled flesh. Trish howls breathily in her sleep and puts her hands on their heads, tightening her fingers in their hair. Her children know how carried away their mother gets in her excesses of ecstasy, so this doesn't alarm them in the least; in fact, like her, they enjoy the pain of their hair being pulled.

Sucking her nipples deep into their mouth and sucking hard, they flick the hard nuggets of flesh with their tongues, and their mother rises to new heights of uncontrolled need: they must hold onto her as she rolls back and forth, her head thrown back, gasping her joy, her hips off of the bed and thrusting, the scent of her arousal filling the room now, joining that of Kristin's.

At nearly the same time, the children close their teeth around the nipples that once gushed milk for their sustenance, and their hair is pulled almost more painfully than they can bear...but they don't stop; they nibble, and lick, and suck, till they sense in her now-unintelligible cries and spasmodic movements her climax approaching. By unspoken agreement, they let her rock-hard nipples slip from their mouths with audible pops.

Trish falls back on the bed, gasping, shivering, her skin now sheened with sweat and her pubic matted with her thick, sticky cream. But she doesn't complain; apparently she knows that her dream lover or lovers won't disappoint her...nor will her lovers in reality.

After stretching over her to kiss, Nick and Kristin bend down again, this time to trace their tonguetips down over Trish's ribs and to her sides. Gazing at each other over their mother's undulating tummy, they lick up and down her sides; as they do, her gasps turn into giggles, then to laughter. Both children smile as they caress her sweat-salty skin with their tongues.

Her fingers are again in their hair and tightening as their torturous tongues glide over her sides, causing her laughter to mount and her whole body to convulse. Trish laughs with breathy abandon, her body again writhing, trying and failing to escape her tormentors.

"Fuck! You know I'll piss if you keep tickling me! Oh shit, stop! Goddamn you, you WANT me to piss, don't you? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shiiiit!"

And as her children desire, Trish is no longer able to hold back: as her body is wracked with helpless laughter from their relentless, feathery licks, she urinates on herself and on the bed; a spray coats her pubic hair, her inner thighs, and the bed before her cunt with clear, fragrant piss. Kristin and Nick watch eagerly as the spray continues; apparently their mother had had a fair bit to drink before bed, even though she used the bathroom before turning in. The gush continues for several seconds before faltering and eventually stopping. Then Trish lays on the bed again, trembling and gasping, muttering "Shit, shit, shit..." under her breath.

The teenagers stop the tickle-torture of their mother, instead gliding their tongues over her tummy, tasting the droplets of urine on her skin before plunging their tongues into her navel and causing her to gasp and arch anew, throwing her head back once more.

Then by unspoken consent their tonguetips glide down, tracing around but not touching her sodden bush; instead, they rise to kneel side-by-side between her legs, gliding their tongues over the satiny skin of her inner thighs, occasionally nipping it with their teeth as they know she likes. Trish hisses and spreads her legs more widely. The children hold her thighs as they kiss and lick and nibble her soft, sweat-, and piss-salty flesh, down to the hollow of her knee which they lick; this again causes Trish to convulse with laughter, and eventually a dribble of urine trickles from between her swollen pussylips down into the cleft of her ass.

Nick and Kristin rise, and knowing each other so well, realize exactly what the other wants. So, they push their mother's legs up until they rest against her abdomen and breasts; her cunt, densely covered with wiry, droplet-laden hair, is exposed to them. They then lower themselves once more.

They push their faces eagerly into the wet mass of Trish's pubic thatch. Kissing it, then tasting it with their tongue, they luxuriate in the matchless, mixed flavor of pussycream and piss. As they lick, then suck, the matted hair, their mother gasps and holds onto her own legs, knowing what is going to happen to her achingly-needful cunt in her delicious dream...and as her children know what they are going to do in their lustful reality.

Kristin and Nick rub their faces as well as their mouths and tongues in their mother's sodden, fragrant pubic hair, loving the taste of her juices as they savor them before swallowing. They work their way down to her puffy cunt, glistening in the dim light, her stiff, swollen clit peeking out from under its hood of pink flesh. Then they feast on their mother-lover's pussy.

Laving the soft, hot lips up and down, causing Trish to gasp and push her hips out, wanting more contact with those divine tongues, the children press their mouths to the cunt that bore them and lick. Kristin reaches up to part her mother's cuntlips with her fingers, and she and her brother gaze into the shadowy recesses of the cunt they love more than any other: they see the glints of light on the thick coating of cream and piss within Trish's pussy, and their mouths water even more in their desire for it. Thus, they lower their heads once more and pressing their tongues within, take their reward.

Their tongues push as deep as possible within her, tasting her inner lips, then her sugar walls. The teenagers swirl their tongues inside her, gathering up her flowing cream and swallowing it after savoring it. Then they move upward, alternating flicks of their mother's hard clit with their tonguetips, occasionally taking it into one mouth or the other, sucking it, nibbling it with their teeth, flicking and rolling it with practiced, loving tongues.

As her lovers make love to her in her dream, and her children make love to her in reality, Trish is losing control of herself: writhing, grasping first her breasts and pinching her nipples, then the sheets, and finally the heads of her lovers, her hips thrusting without shame but with unbearable need, her back arching painfully, her head thrown back and moving side-to-side, her face is covered with her sweaty, matted hair. A steady, hissed litany of obscenities pours from her lips: 

"Oh fucking shit, yeah! Fuck, no one knows how to eat my pussy like you do! Love the way you fuck me, then lick me! Drink my piss and cream while you eat me! Oh, goddamn, keep doing that! I'm going to fucking cum in your mouth! You're going to fucking make me cum in your mouth! Yessssss!"

And Trish is as good as her word. As Nick and Kristin continue to lick, suck, and nibble on her painfully-swollen, hypersensitive clit, she comes. She comes hard. She dies the sweet, little death.

Pulling her children's hair without mercy in order to push their faces deeper into her convulsing cunt, Trish screams a breathy, harsh scream as her body goes rigid, her hips thrust up and her back arches so high that only her shoulders and buttocks remain on the bed. Her legs wave above her and her toes curl. Her nipples become painful as orgasmic sensations flow from them to meet and meld with those flooding from her agonizingly-spasming cunt. As her lovers in both her dreamworld and in the real world don't stop licking that button of rigid flesh, so Trish continues to cum.

"FUCKING GOD YESSSSS! CUMMINGGGG! AHHHHH! BABIES! MAKING YOUR MOTHER CUM SOOOO FUCKING HARD! GOD IT HURTS SO GOOD! SHIIIIIT! NOT STOPPING! FUCK FUCK FUCK! CAN'T STAND IT! DON'T STOP! SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIT! LOVE YOU SO MUUUCH!"

In their ecstasy of pleasure-giving, Nick and Kristin barely notice that their mother is pulling their hair not to bring their faces deeper into her sodden slit, but to pull them out; she is literally crying for them to stop now. But being Trish Morton's children, they love nothing more than giving her delight...and one of her most exquisite delights is to cum again after a first orgasm. It's hard on her, agonizing almost past the point of bearing, but they know she's capable of it...and wants it. So, despite her protestations, they continue to lick her erect, excruciatingly oversensitive clit.

And as they expect, they're eventually rewarded with their mother once more pulling their hair to thrust their faces back into her saturated canal, and she fucks their faces without caring as she climaxes again. This orgasm is less intense but more drawn out than the first, which makes it even more painfully divine.

"GODDAMN SHIT MOTHERFUCK! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING ME! CUMMING AGAIN! GODDAMN YOU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, BABIES! AH AH AHHHHH!"

And Trish's cries become a hoarse, extended, wordless gasp. She writhes in a feeble attempt to escape the torturing tongues, but to no avail; those relentless tongues continue to lick her indescribably throbbing clit until it's her nearly pulling their hair out that lets her children know that she's had all she can stand...and that amazes her children, themselves nearly insatiable and capable of huge amounts of pleasure. When they finally cease making love to her overwrought clit and commence licking and swallowing her flowing cum, she collapses onto the bed, shivering, gasping, and sobbing, her body wracked with aftershocks.




Dream Love Returned



Getting their fill of her tart, tangy cum and urine, Kristin and Nick regretfully leave their mother's spasming slit and crawl back up to lay beside her, holding her as she catches her breath and her tremors lessen. Smiling with lips still glistening from cum Nick pushes Trish's legs back down, and she cries out and jerks once more as her inner thighs brush her clit. As Trish rests, brother and sister lean over her to kiss, their tongues tracing over each other's lips, tasting their mother's earthy goodness before alternating pushing their tongues into each other's mouths. After a long, passionate snog, they part.

"Baby brother, you should let me take care of you; your poor prick is about to burst." Kristin points down to her brother's cock, which is iron-rigid, fatly swollen, and dripping a continuous stream of sticky, stringy precum onto their mother's hip once more.

"Thanks, Kris-sis, but I think Mom wants to do that. Don't you, Mom?" This last is whispered into Trish's ear, followed by a long, slow tracing of his tongue around her ear.

Trish moans and whispers hoarsely, "Yessssss..."

Nick smiles and murmurs, "See, baby; told you. And I think now is the best time..."

With that, Nick rises and throws his leg over his mother, straddling her. He moves up, his stiff, curved cock dripping precum on her chest, then on her chin. He rests the tip of his dribbling prick on her lips. 

Trish smiles in her sleep; then being who she is, proceeds to make love to her son's glorious shaft. Raising her hands to grasp his firm ass, he first pushes out her tongue so that it catches the drops of precum, letting them flow into her mouth and down her throat; she swallows, and purrs with satisfaction. Then, raising her head, she traces her tongue over the bloated head of Nick's cock, giving it a thick, shining coat of saliva. Being a sexual diva, Trish knows how give her lover the greatest pleasure, and derives the greatest pleasure from giving it; so her tongue swirls about his shaft, round and round, making it glisten too. Down she goes, over and under, adoring the feeling of the fevered flesh on her tongue, the salty-sweet taste of his manliness, giggling as his prick jumps when an especially sensitive area is touched. And reaching the base of his shaft she eventually buries her face in his wiry pubic hair, then ducks under his cock to lick his firm ball sac, all the way back to his asshole, then back again to take first one, then the other, and finally both of his balls gently into her mouth, sucking.

Despite knowing how accomplished his mother is at cocksucking, Nick almost falls over with the nearly-overwhelming sensations her tongue causes; only Kristin, now kneeling before him and kissing him passionately as their mother makes love to his rigid rod, holds him up. His sister smiles with her lips around his tongue as she recognizes how excited her brother is.

As the siblings kiss and caress one another, Trish releases her son's balls and moves her head back to take the head of his cock into her mouth. In her dream, she is amazed at how it fills her mouth, so swollen is it. She sucks it, swirling her tongue around it, and is rewarded with a fresh stream of warm, flavorful precum on her tongue; she can never get enough of his fluids. She then takes the curved, stiff prick deeper into her mouth, laving her tongue over it again and again as it pushes inward. Soon though, it's moving of its own volition as Nick thrusts himself deeper still into his mother's mouth. She almost gags, but pushes herself up so she can take his beloved cock fully into her mouth, as she desires more than anything. And she gets her desire as Nick's prick is finally pushed in its entirety into her mouth; her lips and nose are buried in his damp, fragrant pubic thatch. There she allows it to rest for a bit, savoring its mass, texture, and flavor on her tongue, precum dribbling directly down her throat.

But Nick's patience can't last, as they both know; and he begins to thrust, fucking his mother's mouth. And she revels in it, allowing his stiff shaft to move in and out, over her loving tongue. She bobs her head in time with his thrusts, and they fuck like the mother-and-son-loving couple they are. Their rhythm is slow at first, then picking up tempo. His cock, snugly filling her mouth and lovingly wrapped about with her lips, slides easily, from head to base of shaft, back and forth, her tongue never ceasing to swirl around, knowing and finding all the places that excite him the most. As his snogging with his sister grows more frantic, so does his fucking of his mother's mouth. Soon, his shaft is a glistening blur between her lips, and the obscenely wet, sucking sounds arouse the loving family even more.

All good things must come to an end...or in the case of Trish giving dreaming head to her son, must cum. And so it is: Nick is gasping in his sister's mouth, and his thrusts into his mother's mouth are fast and frantic; he can feel his climax rising from his balls and fanning out from his agonizingly-sensitive cockhead. And when he cums, even he is surprised by the sheer force and marvelous intensity of it.

His slender prick swells to seemingly-impossible size, the head filling the back of Trish's throat almost past endurance, Nick shoots jet after jet of globular, salty semen from his tight balls into his mother's mouth and down her throat. With the first jet Trish pushes her middle finger, which she'd wetted her cuntcream, into his asshole. This causes Nick to push forward, and almost gagging his mother again, to cum even harder, his cum soon filling her mouth around his cock when she can't swallow his lovely fluid fast enough.

As he cums, Nick cries out, muffled by his sister's mouth on his: "FUCK... CUMMING... MOM... SHIT... SOOOO GOOD... LOVE... YOU... COCKSUCKING... GODDAMN... KRIS... YESSSSS!" 

And his body, rigid and shaking, is again held up by his sister. She holds tight to her beloved brother-lover as his cock geysers lessening streams of thick, salty jism into their mother's mouth, causing it finally to overflow despite the tight seal of her lips around his pistoning shaft, dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts.

Nick's orgasm finally recedes and ceases, and he almost topples Kristin when he collapses onto her, bellowing and shaking. But their mother never lets his prick leave her loving mouth, and now she enjoys the subtle flavors of his semen as she swallows the last mouthful and cleans his shaft and teeth for more. Trish smiles with her mouth full of her son's still-rigid cock.

That swollen, glistening rod leaves her mouth with a wet pop as does her finger from her son's asshole as Kristin lays her shivering, gasping brother down beside their mother, then bends down to lick the splatters of jism from Trish's chest, chin, and lips; mother and daughter kiss lingeringly as they enjoy the last drops of Nick's seed. Then the loving family rests for a while, the mother's arms around her children and dreaming of their shared love and desire.

But Kristin's need has been too long denied; her nipples are tiny, rigid, aching points; her cunt is literally dripping, streaming cream down her inner thighs and tickling her winking asshole, and is swollen painfully; her clit is stiff and tingling, causing her to jerk with each incidental touch. Despite knowing how much her mother has gone through tonight (and Trish is a sweaty, glistening, panting, fragrant mess), Kristin will not be denied...and she knows that her mother won't deny her.

And she's right, of course: when her daughter rises to straddle her head, Kristin's thickly-haired, hot, moist pussy only an inch from her mouth, Trish is only too happy to grasp her daughter's firm, round buttocks and raise her head to bury her face in the cunt that she loves more than any other, even her own.

Even in her dream, Trish relishes how dense and soft her daughter's bush is after years of shaving and trimming; almost as dense as her own! And Kristin's flavor! Trish has enjoyed tasting herself for years when she masturbated, but nothing compares to the sweet, tart, savory taste of her daughter's cream. After a few mouthfuls of her son's scrumptious semen, what better digestif than Kristin's thick, sticky juices?

Kristin wavers above her mother, her body bombarded with exquisite sensations emanating from her needful clit. She crushes her breasts in her hands, twisting and pinching her tingling nipples as Trish traces her tongue around Kristin's puffy, humid cuntlips, from her spasming asshole up, purposely avoiding her pussy for the moment and instead licking, sucking, and nibbling the soft area between her mound and thighs, and up further to kiss, lick, and pull with her teeth Kristin's now proudly-thick pubic thatch. Then down again to tickle the hairs growing on her inner thighs. Her mother had never gone down on a woman before Kristin (which made the daughter terribly proud), but had quickly learned what her darling child loved, and usually gave more than her daughter could handle!

But all too soon, Kristin is panting, wanting, needing her mother's mouth and her tongue inside her; she grasps Trish's hair and directs her to her pussy. Kristin adores her mother's direct approach: rather than opening her daughter's cuntlips with her fingers, Trish pushes Kristin open with her mouth, pressing her lips inside and her tongue deeper. Kristin whisper-cries out as her mother's nose pushes against her aching clit; with no conscious effort, she begins thrusting her hips, riding, fucking her mother's mouth. Kristin closes her eyes and throws her head back, flowing with the waves of delicious sensations that wash over her as her mother eats her pussy.

Trish's tongue traces around outside Kristin's inner lips, then sucks those lips into her mouth, nibbling them with her teeth. As her daughter's juices stream down her throat and over her chin and cheeks, Trish corkscrews her tongue into Kristin, swirling deeper into her tight, grasping tunnel, tasting those divine sugar walls. Trish moves up only enough to take in a breath through her nose, then dives still deeper into her daughter's cunt, her tongue touching every inch of her undulating walls.

Gasping, hissing, moaning, cursing under her breath, Kristin rides her mother's mouth, her tongue; her hips thrust, her buttocks tighten in her mother's hands, her small, round breasts bob, and sweat glows on her pale skin as she dances her erotic dance. Nothing is in her head but the marvelous sensations rising from her clit and fanning out from her nipples...and then she cries out more loudly as she feels a mouth close around her right nipple, and a pair of fingertips on her left nipple. Opening her eyes and looking down, she see her sweet brother sucking her nipple while gazing lovingly up at her, her other nipple being delightfully tortured with twisting and pulling. She smiles strainedly, her almost-overpowering ecstasy making it hard to do much else.

Then Kristin throws her head back once more and closes her eyes; her mother's tongue loving her sugar walls and pressing to her G-spot while her brother sucks, licks, nibbles, and twists her nipples will bring her to her climax all too soon, she knows, and she wants to enjoy this beautiful moment for as long as she can.

But only seconds after Trish closes her lips around her daughter's rigid clit, holding it between her teeth, and begins flicking it with her tonguetip, Kristin feels her orgasm literally roaring from her clit to engulf her, to overwhelm her, to make her nothing but a bundle of divinely-tormented nerves...and this is made worse (and infinitely better) when her mother's wet finger is shoved suddenly and deeply into her tight, grasping asshole. Kristin's eyes open wide for a brief moment of utter surprise before closing again in unbearable agony/ecstasy...and this time it's her brother who keeps her from falling as her climax turns her muscles to jelly.

"OH MY GOD MOTHERFUCK! MOM! NICK! OH SHIT FUCKING YESSSSS, I'M CUMMING! OOOOH! GODDAMN SO FUCKING GOOD! I LOVE WHAT YOU DO TO ME! I LOVE YOU BOTH! SHIT DON'T STOP, DON'T FUCKING STOPPPP!"

Nick and Kristin are both lucky that Kristin's cumming is so intense that she can only scream in a hoarse, gasping whisper. Trish is relentless in her sucking and licking of her daughter inflamed clit, as is Nick in his tormenting of his sister's nipples, and Kristin can only cum and scream, scream and cum. Her body is painfully rigid except for her hips, which thrust and ride and fuck her mother's mouth and tongue without thought, without control; sweat flies off of her to spatter her brother and mother.  

But even when Kristin is trying to push away from the now-agonizing ministrations of her mother and brother, they won't let her go: Trish continues her loving of daughter's clit, and Nick doesn't stop orally and digitally tormenting her nipples. And Kristin realizes that they're trying to make her climax again...and that after a period of horrific sensitivity, she will.

And so she does. After pleading with her sleeping mother and conscious brother to stop, after trying to push them away, all to no avail, she cums again. This orgasm is somehow even more intense and drawn-out than the the first one, and in the first second of it Kristin wonders how she'll survive it...and then ceases to care if she will survive it or not. It spreads to every inch, every nerve, every muscle in her body; white agony/ecstasy explodes behind her eyelids, and she dies for a little while, an orgasmic zombie. Barely known to her overpowered mind, she is whisper-screaming again, but it's only a long shriek, filled with such mindless pleasure that it scares her a little to think of it afterward.

When his sister finally begins collapsing backward, Nick catches her and lays her down gently beside their mother; she simply lays there, twitching, gasping, unconscious for a while. In her sleep, Trish snuggles with her daughter, comforting her. Nick lays down on his mother's other side, and her hand moves over to grasp his bottom and pull him closer to her. And so the Morton family sleeps...but only for a short while.

Nick is awakened to a very pleasurable feeling; his cock is being gently masturbated. Distantly amazed that his prick is still hard, he opens his eyes to find his mother, her eyes still closed and seemingly still asleep, with her hand wrapped around his rigid shaft, stroking it softly. He lays there for a little while, letting the delicious sensations roll over him in waves...then he feels a soft, warm mouth on his. Opening his eyes once more, he looks into those of his sister, kissing him. Once his eyes are open she breaks the kiss, and gazes smiling down on him in the dim streetlamp light.

"Hi, baby. It's looks like someone still hasn't had enough; she was fingering me too, which woke me up." Kristin giggles softly, leaning over their mother to whisper to him.

"Daaamn! And I thought we were horndogs!" Nick smiles up at his sister and props himself up on his elbows, not disturbing his mother's gentle stroking of his prick. 

"I know!" Kristin gazes lovingly at her brother for some moments, then murmurs, "Do you want to go down her again? Or fuck her? Maybe that will finally knock her out."

"Ummmm..." Nick thinks for a while, then whispers more animatedly, "Yeah, I do want to fuck Mom again, but in a way we've not done before!"

Kristin looks at him quizzically, then asks, "Uh, how have we not fucked before? I think we've done everything that--" Then her eyes widen, and she gasps, "Oh my god! You mean...anal?"

Nick grins and murmurs, "Yep, that's exactly what I mean. Oh, we've had our fingers up each other's asses before, but never my cock! I think she'll enjoy it."

"Baby, I don't think she's done that before; you don't want to hurt her."

"No, I don't, and I won't. Here, I'll ask--" Nick leans over to his mother, and whispers into her ear, "Mom, would like me to fuck your ass?" I really want to, but if you don't want me to I won't."

To their mutual surprise, Trish smiles. Not stopping her masturbating of her son, she sleep-whispers, "Mmmmmm. I've thought about that for a while. Yes, baby boy, I'd love you to shove that delicious prick up my ass!"

Nick glances at his sister, smiles triumphantly, and says, "Okay, Mom; let's get ready!"

Still smiling, Trish finally stops stroking her son's curved cock, but only to slowly rise then turn around till she is on her hands and knees, facing away from them. Her wide, firm bottom is raised and swaying, her cheeks open and the mouth-watering scent of her sodden pussy and moist asshole wafts up to them; it causes Nick's prick to swell even more, and Kristin to gasp and tremble with increased desire. 

Suddenly, Kristin places her hand on her brother's arm and whispers, "Baby brother, keep her hot and ready; I'll be back in a minute or two!"

Before Nick can even ask what it is she's doing, his sister has gracefully slid off of the bed and is tiptoe-running out of the bedroom door.

Alone now with his mother, Nick looks down at the pale, round cheeks of her delightful ass, the dark cleft between them so inviting. He places his hands on her buttocks, and begins caressing them. 

Trish hisses softly, then moans. "Yessss, darling! God, you know I love it when you play with my ass! I really am an ass-slut!" 

Aroused even more by her obscene invitation, Nick squeezes the soft, full cheeks, then moves his hands deeper into the shadowy cleft between them. He feels his mother tremble as he explores the moist, hairy cleft, and she jumps when his thumb accidentally touches her puckered asshole.

Before he can go any further, he hears Kristin returning. Turning to her, he stops, then gapes. Strapped about her rounded hips is a swaying dildo on a harness!

Still gaping at his sister, Nick whispers, "Shit, Kris, where did you get that?"

Kristin smirks, cocks her hip, and murmurs, "I got it online a few weeks ago. I thought with the way Mom and I were getting it on, I might need it soon...and tonight, I do!"

Nick shakes his head and whispers bemusedly, "Oh my fucking god! My sis, the strapon lesbian!"

Kristin giggles. "Not lesbian, dumbass; bisexual!"

"Yeah, I guess so!" Nick's prick itself sways as images of what his sister can do with the dildo strapped around her hips dance in his lust-addled mind. "Fuck, baby, let's get it on!"

They then hear Trish whisper, "Nick, darling, I want you inside me so badly. Please, assfuck your mother!" To emphasize her need, their mother lowers herself onto her elbows and wriggles her ass. Both children are mesmerized for several moments.

Kristin moves to her mother's side, leans down, and whispers into Trish's ear, "Mom, I'm gonna slide under you, okay?"

Her eyes still closed, Trish raises her face to her daughter and smiles. "Okay, honey. I'd love that." Kristin has no idea if her mother knows what's about to happen, but knows that she soon will.

Kristin, holding the plastic prick so that it won't touch her mother yet, gracefully slides between Trish's arms and legs till she is gazing up at her mother, face-to-face; the dildo is still being held down. Kristin reaches under the harness to scoop a handful of her own copious wetness from her cunt to coat the faux cock with a glistening sheen.

Gazing up at her mother, Kristin reaches up to take Trish's face in her free hand and gently pull her down so that they can kiss; Trish quickly loses herself in the expert snogging of her lovely daughter.

Nick climbs back onto the bed, between the legs of his mother and sister. His stiff, curved prick stands out proudly, pointed directly at the tiny, tight sphincter it will soon be penetrating. Reaching underneath Trish, Nick massages her cunt, getting a thick coating of her cream on his hand and causing her to moan into her daughter's mouth; he then applies the thick, sticky juice to his iron-hard shaft.




Dream Love Returned



Leaning down, he pushes his face between Trish's soft, open asscheeks; he then presses his lips directly to her asshole, feeling it contract and her start, then push back to him. He kisses her tight, little hole, then swirls his tongue around it, making sure a great amount of his saliva coats her opening; he doesn't want to hurt his mother, so he makes sure she has as much lubrication as possible. Soon, his saliva streams down her cleft to run over her swollen, soft cuntlips and into her bush; she continues to thrust her ass toward him.

Straightening, Nick whispers to his mother, "Mom, are you ready?"

Still lovingly kissing her daughter, he hears her murmur, "Mm-hm."

"Are you ready, Kris-sis?" He hears another murmured assent. Then he feels the dildo being raised in Kristin's hand, its swollen head near their mother's pussy.

"Okay, Mom; I'm going to push into you now. If it hurts too much, let me know, okay?" Trish breaks her kiss with Kristin to whisper, "Yes, darling. Do it; fuck me now!"

Nick guides the head of his rigid, curved prick to touch his mother's asshole; she shudders slightly. He then pushes forward, his cockhead pushing against, then into, her puckered asshole. To his suprise, though very tight, his cock opens her and he slides its head in fairly easily. Trish hisses, then gasps as his prickhead pushes through and the thicker part of his shaft follows...and then she cries out as she feels Kristin's plastic prick enter her soft, gooey cunt and slide inside her.

As both shafts enter her, and then fill her, Trish's gasps become continuous cries; cries of surprise and delight. To her children's mutual amazement, she presses back, causing the cocks to slide into her more quickly; crooning with ecstasy, Trish soon has both pricks completely inside herself, all the way to their hilts.

Resting there for several moments, Kristin and Nick hear their mother whisper, "My darling, little, horny fuckers! You've filled me up! God, this feels so fucking good; I had no idea being fucked in my cunt and ass at the same time would be so divine! Now, fuck your mother! Fuck her holes! Cum inside her and make her cum!"

Nick is distracted for several moments by the sheer delight of his mother's tight, warm, soft ass grasping his prick. He'd long fantasized about assfucking a girl, but had no inkling that it would feel this incredible. The snugness of Trish's sphincter combining with the hot gooeyness of her bowels is almost enough to make him shoot his jism into her right then and there. But with effort he manages to suppress his orgasm; then he begins to thrust.

Slowly at first, wanting to be sure that it won't hurt his mother, Nick slides his cock out of her asshole till just the head is within her; then he pushes slowly back in. He grasps her soft, rounded hips as he fucks her. As the tempo of his strokes increases, he realizes that Kristin is matching him, thrust for thrust: her plastic prick slides out of their mother's pussy as his shaft slides out of her ass, then both cock smoothly slip back in. Fuck, this is even better than assfucking her alone!

And so the Morton family explores yet another new, erotic sensation; one that before tonight, none of them had dreamed was possible. As her children fuck both of her holes, Trish fucks them back just as eagerly. Though neither realize it, in her dream Trish finds that her daughter now has a lovely, fat cock! And as with dreams, she doesn't question this oddity; it seems quite reasonable...and all too delicious!

Kristin finds that she loves fucking her mother with the dildo: as she thrusts upward, she adores the sound of her mother's cries and moans, of the sweetly-nasty sound of wet shafts moving in sucking, tight holes, and of the slap of flesh on flesh as Nick's hips spank their mother's ass; the feel of her mother's tits swaying, brushing against hers; and the feel of her mother's lips on hers as Trish lowers herself to kiss her daughter, their tongues meeting, intertwining, and dancing; Kristin feels her mother's sweat dripping onto her already-wet skin. All of these impressions combine to cause her to fuck her mother even harder! And she knows she will cum; the little nubbin of plastic on the inside of the dildo, pressing against her inflamed, throbbing clit with each thrust, leaves no doubt of that.

The bed creaks and moves as their movements become more frantic; the sounds of grunts, moans, and cries fill the room, as does the scent of aroused cunt and ass. Mother, son, and daughter fuck; they have been lovers for some time now, and tonight they enter a new realm: with the seduction of their sleeping mother, and now their delirious fucking of her both of her holes, another limit has been breached and their happiness can reach new heights.

Nick is humping madly now, his hips slapping his mother's jiggling ass hard, his cock a shining blur in her widened but still-tight asshole. Looking down he can see his sister's rubber prick, another glistening piston in their mother's pussy. And the scent wafting up to meet him is driving him to new extremes of need and exertion; he somehow increases the speed of his thrusts, sweat streaming down his face, slim torso, and flying off onto his mother's wide ass, hips, and back. His sister's movements match his; he can hear her, and their mother, gasping, wetly kissing, crying out in their mad abandon. Kristin's hips are slapping against Trish's every bit as hard; she balances on her shoulders as her hips and back are off of the bed with the fucking of her mother's cunt.

Nick is caught by surprise when he hears his mother's orgasm begin; he is close, but thought he had more time. Still, he loves nothing more than cumming with his family-lovers, so he finds the wherewithal for a final, crazy flurry of thrusts, his mother's tight asshole and soft bowels giving him that extra push...and as Trish cums, so does he. And so does Kristin. Their spasmodically jerking, humping, climaxing bodies become one for a few, brief, glorious moments.

"OH GOD!" "FUCK!" "SHIT YES!" "CUMMING!" "SO FUCKING GOOD!" "MMMMMM!" "GODDAMN!" "MOM!" "BABIES!" "FUCK ME!" "FUCK ME!" "FUCK ME!" "LOVE FUCKING YOU!" "LOVE YOU FUCKING ME!" "LOVE YOU, DARLINGS!" "LOVE YOU, MOM!" 

Their orgasms seem never to end, and end all too soon. Nick's spurts of thick, hot semen lessen within Trish's soft bowels; Trish's waves of agony/ecstasy diminish despite the sweet filling of her pussy and caressing of her clit by Kristin's dildo and Nick's filling of her ass; Kristin's delirium of excruciating sensations ebbs though she doesn't slow the thrusts of her rubber prick into her mother's cunt. And soon enough, they die altogether. 

The Mortons sway for a while, gasping shivering throbbing jerking sweating; then with a seeming mutual agreement, they fall to the bed, the shafts still implanted deep within Trish. And thus they descend to deep, undreaming sleep, pressed closely, inseparably, together: Trish, Kristin, and Nick; mother, daughter, son...lovers.



Dream Love



By now Kristin has lifted her lovely legs until they are almost touching her chest; when she does this, I see by the dim glow of the streetlamp her anal rosebud. I'd licked Ron's a few times and had him lick mine many more, but never was I so tempted, so desirous, to taste someone's flower than I am now. So, I gently press my lips to her rose; her body jerks and she gasps, but this turns into a cry when the tip of my tongue touches, then glides around, it. As I lick and taste her flower (a heady bouquet of her own clean, natural flavor combined with her ever-flowing cunt honey and urine; I feel my own pussy clench and gush more as I enjoy it). I want to push my tongue within this lovely place, too; but no matter how much I coax her to relax, she is simply too tight. "Ah, well; hopefully another time," I think. I feast on her lovely bottom for a long time before she makes her greater need apparent again: "Oh God, I'm so close, I can't believe it, just fucking my cunt and licking my ass have almost made me cum! Please, oh fucking pleeeeeeeease, make me cum now! Lick me here", she lightly touches her stiffly erect clit, then continues, "or I'll just die! Please...make me cum now, pleeeeeeeease!"

I whisper, "Yes, my love; you'll be coming very, very soon." I move up a little, then cover her clit with my mouth; just the touch of my lips cause her to cry out, gasp for breath, and thrash wildly. I trace my tongue around her clit; her hips move in time to my tongue. Just when she starts begging again, I suck her clit gently into my mouth and flick it with my tongue; at a moment's inspiration, I also trace a fingertip over her swollen cuntlips, then thrust the wet finger into her spasming pussy. 

This proves to be too much. Closer to orgasm than I'd thought, my daughter Kristin comes at the touch of my tongue and finger: and a more beautiful sight I've never witnessed. Tightening her fingers painfully in my hair, her back arches high; she thrusts her cunt into my mouth again and again, her hips pushing and pushing; her head thrown back, she screamed. Oh, it isn't a full-throated scream; she being still asleep, it is an almost-eerie, drawn-out gasp, punctuated with words...words I'll treasure forever more: "OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDD! MOMMMMMMM! I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGG! OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! SO GOODDDDDDDDDDDD! MOM YOU FUCK ME SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! I FUCKING LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU!" I now know it is me she's been dreaming of all along.

And I continue to fuck my daughter; I lick, suck, and fingerfuck her as she keeps coming. Her low scream becoming more hoarse, her whole body writhing and jerking, tearing at the sheets, the pillow, the headboard; but I keep as tight a hold of her as I'm able. Finally, after a divine infinity, she is crying and begging me to stop, gasping that she is becoming too sensitive. But I wonder if she's that much like me (even more than she has already demonstrated) and can climax again when licked long enough, no matter how sensitive she is at the moment. So, I continue...and we are both rewarded when her pleas turn to new cries of ecstasy: "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! COMING AGAIN! OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! YOU'RE MAKING ME COME AGAIN! HOW DID YOU FUCKING KNOWWWWWWWWWWWW? I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH!" And I lick and suck her stiff clit, my mouth and tongue almost numb, but not wanting to stop until my baby girl has had her fill of her mother's special love. So I hang on and love her as she thrashes and shrieks hoarsely, pulling my hair without mercy, my nose and chin sore from her humping...but not stopping until she at last quiets, laying limply on the soaked bed and gasping. 

With a last kiss of her sweetest-of-pussies, I get up and lay beside my marvelous daughter; taking her into my arms and caressing her damp hair as she snuggles into me, whispering for her to relax, Mom is here, just lay here and let her take of you. At this moment, sanity briefly returns to me and I think, "You can stop now, and perhaps she'll never know this happened unless you choose to tell her". But it flees again as I gaze down at my sweet Kristin in the lamplight: her gorgeous, slender, naked body curled against mine, pale skin softly glowing, hair pulled back from her sleeping face, arms wrapped tightly about me; and I know that while I can probably fight the desire to fall in love with her, the desire to make love to her once more is overwhelming...unless she says no, awake or asleep, it will happen again.

I think perhaps Kristin has finally fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep, and I am heading that way myself, when I am awoken by something wonderful: my daughter's lips once again on my breast. I lay there for an endless, magical time, feeling her suck my nipple back into hardness, deep into her mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with her tongue, sucking and licking until I'm gasping with my head was thrown back, my hands on her head pushing it deeper into my breast, and my thighs squeezing and relaxing, causing my honey to cover my pussy lips and trickle down over my anal flower.

I am beginning to gasp and feel the first touch of an orgasm approaching when Kristin releases my nipple from her mouth ("Oh god, please, no...") and, her eyes still closed and her obviously asleep and dreaming, lays back down on the bed. She smiles and murmurs, "Come on, Mom; your turn. You didn't think I would let you get away with just making me come, did you? I love you as much as you love me, and I want to give you as much pleasure as you've given me. Come on; sit on my face." And with that she lays flat, her arms up in invitation.

To be honest, I am shocked. I just assumed Kristin would go deeper into sleep once she'd had her long climax; with her wanting to love me in the same way, it makes me wonder yet again: is she actually awake, in which case this is going to get a lot more complicated? Or is this just such an exciting dream for her that her subconscious mind can't let it go? Whatever it is, my daughter wants to give me the same ecstasy I'd just bestowed on her. Do I want it? I almost laugh out loud: of course I do! 

I smile down at Kristin's beautiful, glowing face, and whisper, "Yes, baby. Make Mom come; make me come hard, so you can drink me all up. " With that I straddle her head, my oozing, thickly-haired pussy just an inch from her delicate, full lips. Ever impatient, my darling daughter doesn't wait for me to press my cunt to her mouth: she grasps my bottom and pulls it to her mouth; I have to catch myself by putting my hands on the wall to keep from falling on her. But the sensations with the first touch of her lips to my lips...dear god!

Ron and a couple of other men before him had gone done on me, and one teenage girlfriend had thrust a finger inside me; these were all nothing compared to the fantastic feel of my daughter's mouth on my cunt, and I have to hold myself up all over again from the sheer force of the pleasure surging through me. I don't know if Kristin has ever done this before, but again she seems born to it: she kisses my hairy mound, rubbing her nose playfully in it, catching hairs between her teeth and pulling them. Then she licks my pubic thatch, coating the hairs with her sweet saliva. As I gasp and hump her mouth she licks lower, tracing her tongue tip around my swollen lips teasingly, causing me to thrust all the harder. I look down, and as she pulls away for a moment to get air, I see Kristin's mouth and chin glisten in the lamplight; she licks her lips before diving back in. After that, I'm no longer a thinking person: I rub my aching, needy cunt over my daughter's lips, pushing it, splaying my lips on her mouth so her tongue can delve more deeply...and I grow ever closer to an orgasm I don't know, nor care, that I'll survive. I feel her lips and tongue on my inner pussy; her nose teasing my clit; her tongue pushing up inside me...and I gasp not only from the sheer delight of my daughter's tongue fucking me, but how deep it is inside; after all this time, I've had no idea how long Kristin's tongue is.

I can hear her gasping and snorting as my wetness flows over her mouth and chin, threatening to go into her nose, but she never lets up. And just when I can feel my climax forming in my clit as Kristin's tongue rolls it around and flicks it inside her mouth I feel her wet finger, which has been delightfully caressing my rosebud, suddenly penetrate it and go deeply inside. That is what pushes me over the edge even faster: not just my daughter's tongue loving my stiff clit, but her finger thrust and wriggling within my sensitive bottom. 

And I come. God, do I come: whisper-shrieking, "KRISTINNNNNNNNNNNN! OH GOD BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! MOM IS COMINGGGGGGGGGG! COMING SOOOOOOOOOOO HARDDDDDDDDDDDDD! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU! OH FUCKING GOD I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOOO VERY MUCH! KRISTIN! FUCK MOM! MAKE ME COME MORE! MAKE ME NEVER STOP COMING! OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" As I fuck her mouth (there's no other, more delicate, way to put it: I fuck my daughter's mouth, long and hard), my body trembles and shakes totally out of my control. I whip my head back and forth, holding back my screams only barely. I reach down and grasp her hair hard, pushing her mouth deeper into my gushing pussy and rubbing it all over her soft lips and chin. And as my second orgasm hits me, darling Kristin never stops; her tongue flicks my clit, her chin pushes inside my cunt canal, and her finger fucks my bottom without mercy.

Finally, I simply fall away from her. I lay down beside her, gasping for air, my body twitching as every move makes my cunt throb. I curl up against my daughter, my face against her leg and sobbing with joy and exhaustion. She caresses my thighs, hips and tummy, murmuring, "Relax, Mom. You came so good and hard; you turn me on so much I can hardly stand it. Now relax and let me take care of you." Which she does, whispering to me as I lay there and doze, the scent of our cunts so thick in the air nothing else can be smelled. When I awake from my doze, it's to find myself on my back with Kristin embracing me, gently caressing me, and rubbing her sodden pussy on my thigh. The feel, scent and sound of my daughter so close to me brings me back to reality; the reality of our singular, erotic closeness. As I lay there, concentrating on the sensation of her wet cunt sliding over my moist skin and her lips and tongue gliding over my throat, my need for her surges in me yet again. So, as she giggles in dreamy surprise, I gently push Kristin onto her back, then turn myself so that we are positioned face-to-cunt; she beneath me, and my legs once more straddling her lovely face. Without further ado, I lower my sloppy pussy to her mouth as I dive face-first into her glistening slit.

Kristin's croon of delight is cut off as my hairy, sodden cunt covers her mouth. But being the erotic natural she is, she immediately reaches up to grasp my bottom then burrow her mouth deliciously into my overflowing canal. The feel of her warm breath inside of me, as well as her exquisitely long tongue penetrating me deeply, causes my hips to thrust as I ride her mouth; rubbing that sloshing slit all over her mouth and chin...fucking my child's mouth once more.

And I do exactly the same to her: caressing her slit with the tip of my tongue, tickling her again-erect little clit with my nose, then splaying her soft, swollen lips open with my mouth as I plunge mouth-first into my darling daughter's matchless young pussy. As her honey coats my lips and chin I hold onto her as she humps my mouth frenetically, fucking my face with abandon. Her body jerks and writhes above mine as I tonguefuck her, her breasts and tummy touching my tummy and breasts, her sweat rolling off of her fevered skin onto mine.

And so we sixty-nine: thrusting our hungry mouths and tongues inside each other; our thighs gripping each other's faces; our bodies undulating with the mounting sensations; our moans and cries muffled by our wet folds. Our lovemaking seems to last a divine eternity; we each try to give our best to our loved one, making the feelings become excruciating in their sublimity...licking sugar walls, lips and clits; sucking hard at soft, wet flesh; nibbling and biting to cries of pain and ecstasy. At one point I feel Kristin's wet fingers caress and explore the cleft of my bottom, gliding over and tickling my spasming rosebud before slowly, agonizingly pushing inside; first one, then two. I scream into her cunt, fucking it and her mouth all the harder for her delicious second intrusion. I reach between her cheeks and stroke her flower, but succeed only in getting the tip of a finger inside; this still causes her to squeal softly and push her pussy almost painfully over my mouth.

The anal sex pushes us both over the edge. Before I even know that I am climaxing, my body is convulsing, my breath stops, and the orgasm floods through me like new life. I lose all thought and simply come; I scream into my daughter's flowing cunt: "BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! YOUR MOM IS COMING AGAIN! OH GOD, SOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOOD! I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOO VERY MUCH! FUCKKKKKKKKKK I CAN'T STAND IT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! KRISTIN, FUCK YOUR MOM! MAKE HER NEVER STOP COMING! YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Though it isn't intelligible to her, I think the sound of my ecstasy helps her, as well: I feel Kristin's rosebud clench around my fingertip, and her cunt spasm over my mouth as I suck and lick her clit deep in my mouth; her back arches and she drives her flowing pussy into my mouth without regard. I hear and feel her cries in my cunt, but can only make out an occasional, strangled word: "MOMMMMMM... FUCKKKKKKKKK... COMINGGGGGG... YESSSSSSS... LOVE... OHHHHHHHHHHHH... GODDDDDDDDDD... BEST... NEVER... STOP... FUCKING... MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 

Our simultaneous orgasms continue for an excruciating infinity; crying, writhing, sucking, licking, swallowing, fucking, coming. But finally Kristin falls away from me, and I regretfully lose oral contact with her overflowing pussy. She lays beside me, panting wildly, her body jerking as her cuntlips and thighs make brushing contact with her oversensitive clit. She manages to crawl into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me and burying her face in my throat; there, she sobs quietly in exhaustion and overwrought delight. I smile as I bury my face in her damp hair, caressing her moist, hot skin and avidly breathing in her mixed scent of child and woman. And in that way, we both descend into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I awake again, I blearily look at Kristin's bedside table clock; it reads 5:07. I sigh quietly; I'll have to get her and her 18-year-old brother Nick up in a couple of hours for school. I debate whether to simply lay there and continue to enjoye the matchless feel of my nude daughter in my arms and fantasize about the encounters my darling Kristin and I will have in the future, or get up and start the day early. 

As I ponder, an image comes unbidden to my mind: Nick, asleep in his bed and on his back; the sheet down around his waist, showing he isn't wearing a shirt; the silken skin of his slender, firm body glowing by the light of streetlamp; and ohhhhhh...his sweet morning erection tenting the sheet, even higher than I suspected it might. I smile as I feel my cunt clench yet again, and at the first trickle inside it; my nipples stiffen swiftly. This image drives all other thoughts from my head; gently but regretfully disengaging myself from my sleeping daughter I rise naked in the lamplight, already aching for the touch and taste of my son...and I know him to be a deep sleeper and vivid, vocal dreamer, as well. But before I leave her room, I bend down over Kristin and kiss her lightly and lingeringly on her satiny lips; I then whisper in her ear: "I love you, precious, and I will love you again." She smiles faintly, nods, and trembles. I smile affectionately, too; then I collect my clothes and tiptoe out of her room, knowing the way to my darling son's room.

The End



Dream Lover



It began with a touch...the minute, imperceptible tracing of a single finger down the curve of her hip, in the soft black velvet of her dreams.

She felt his warmth...his heat against her back, and she began to stir...her eyes opening wide, unseeing in the lightlessness of the world.

Gently, he touched her eyelids, willing them to close once more...to embrace the darkness...the night, as the moist warmth of his breath waft intimately against her neck.

By force of will, unspoken, he held her fast as his hand began a lazy exploration of her breasts...fondling...stroking...circling the rigid peaks of her nipples until she felt a silken cord begin to tighten within her being.

His lips caressed the hollows of her throat...hot...wet...in the dark...in the night, as his fingers continued ever downward, stroking her heated flesh...moisture flowing unbidden between her thighs.

A shallow gasp (whose?) as they probed deeply, gently between her trembling folds...searching...discovering...enticing.

Tenderly, with an ease born of experience, he nudged her topmost thigh forward...the rigidity of his arousal seeking access within the soft molten core of her body.

A moan... lost in the velvet hush of the room.

She felt the hardness of him thrusting deeply within her, his fingers enflaming her...stealing her very breath as they caressed the slippery hub of her desire.

"Yes…oh please…yes!" she cried into the stillness of the room, her cataclysmic release overcoming her...the pulsating heat of his essence filling her body.

And then it was over...his breath coming in ragged gasps against her neck, his trembling hand holding her fast against him...their bodies entwined in the dark...in the night...like a dream.



Dream Lover



Lonely in the empty house, she aimlessly wanders through the rooms looking for inspiration for something to do. Humming along with the radio, she begins to sing as she realizes that she is totally alone. Who is there to hear her? She sings and begins to dance to the popular song. Closing her eyes and losing herself in the music, she is unaware of the time passing. She realizes how long she has been putting on an impromptu concert for the dog. Laughing to herself at her silliness, she goes to get a soda out of the refrigerator. 

As she walks toward the kitchen, she stops to dim the lights in the living room. Returning with her cold can, she intends to proceed to the back bedroom to find something to read. Instead, she hears the opening bars of a slow romantic song. Stopping to listen for just a second, she sits down as she loses herself in the haunting melody. Sipping her soda and lighting a cigarette, she turns off the radio and turns on the television to the music station that plays the melancholy music. As one tune turns into another and she is letting her mind drift, He grabs up center stage in her mind. Imagining him, she lets her mind drift. Replaying conversations, comments, stories, she feels her mind emptying and the stress of the day falling away. After she has run through every conversation she can easily recall, her mind picks up the slack and starts inventing it's own scenes. Smiling at the sudden eroticism of her musings, she puts her feet up on the couch and leans back to continue her daydreaming. 

She stubs out her cigarette and swings her legs back to the floor and goes toward the bedroom to change into her pajamas. After the soft glow of the single lamp in the living room she does not turn on the harsh overhead light. Instead, she reaches into her pocket and gets her lighter to light a few of the several candles strewn about the bedroom. As the shadows and slight illumination mingle about the walls and ceiling, she begins to undo the buttons on her shirt. As she does, her mind betrays her yet again and he is suddenly in her mind. She imagines that he is there; with her at that moment. 

Her movements slow and become seductive as she begins a slow strip tease for him whom she can just barely see, in the corner, hidden in the shadows. She tilts teasingly away from that direction as she slowly peels off the white blouse. Closing her eyes, losing herself in her fantasy, she reaches behind her to unfasten her bra. Slowly turning toward him as she lowers first one strap then the other. Oh so slowly displaying her breasts to him. Running one hand across her neck, reaching up to unfasten her bun and shake down her hair. Totally aware of the presence she feels, she turns away from him in time to the slow languid music. She undoes her jeans with her back to him as she wiggles out of them. Slowly turning around to display her self to him. She waits for his approval; but still the endless silence. She feels his eyes on her. Devouring her. She moves toward the bed and crawls across it. Lying across the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows, she feels her heart beating faster, the excitement gripping her stomach. Running her hands through her hair, she thinks about when....when will he show himself to her? 

As though he read her thoughts, he steps out of the shadows. Wordlessly, he reaches the bed and reaches out a hand to stroke the long hair cascading over the pillow. Sighing, her breath catches as he leans over and places a kiss on her neck. She feels him licking and nibbling his way up her neck. She almost cries with pleasure as his lips lightly touch hers for the first time. Kissing him back as deeply as his, she opens her mouth to feel him slip inside. Her hands reach up to his shoulders, meeting at the back of his neck. She raises her shoulders to press against him. As her body is rising, he strokes her hair, suddenly grabbing it as lifts off the pillow. Her stomach clenches as she feels the pressure in her scalp radiating through her entire body. 

He slowly lets go of her hair and gently takes hold of her wrists. Pulling his head out from under her clasped wrists, he kisses and sucks at her wrists as he lowers them back onto the pillow above her head. Mysteriously, he produces a pair of handcuffs that he wraps around one of the posts of the bed. Snapping each cuff around her wrists, he leans down and whispers to her to lie still. She calms down and lies there feeling each sensation as she becomes aware that her stomach and chest is being stroked. Quickly purring with pleasure, he caresses her neck, her shoulders, her upper arms. She feels her skin has become a magnet for sensation. Every cell in her body is alive feeling overloaded. When she finally feels his lips close around a nipple she feels herself go wet. 

Each nipple is sucked and chewed on until they are hard as a rock. After a while, he has one nipple in his mouth, teasing it gently and one hand is gently caressing the other. Soon she becomes aware of a new sensation, his other hand is stroking down her stomach lower and lower. Then she becomes aware of a single finger stroking her labia. As she becomes more excited, she slowly parts her thighs as her pussy opens to him. 

She feels his other hand making its way down her body. As one hand is exploring her pussy, the other hand is caressing her thighs, her hips, and her stomach. She feels his lips following the path that his hand had taken. Trailing kisses and licking his way down her body, she tenses as she feels his lips kissing along her pubic bone. Begging him to continue licking her and to make her cum, she is shocked at first when she hears him whispering for her to be silent. She complies smilingly until she feels the first warm breath teasing at her inner lips. By biting down on her lower lip she is able to just squirm a bit and lose herself in feeling his tongue and lips exploring her pussy. 

Once he touches her clit for the first time, she is not able to be silent. Almost crying at the jolts running through her body, she cums almost from the moment he touches it. Never stopping he continues to suck her into madness. Finally allowing her a moment to rest. She comes back to earth as she feels him next to her on the bed. Feeling his bare skin next to her on the bed, she is surprised and shocked at the wave of lust that streaks though her. Sure that she could not have stood any more orgasms, she is shocked at how quickly she was up and raring to go. At the first brush of his cock against her pussy, she is sent over the edge yet again, as she is still throbbing through that orgasm, he rams into her. Cutting off her scream with a his mouth , his tongue ravishes her mouth as he fucks her roughly. As he is taking her, she wraps her legs around his waist. As she raises her arms a bit for more leverage above her head her shoulders raise up off the pillows. 

Glancing up, he roughly grabs her hair and pulls her head back, exposing her neck as he is sucking and biting it. As she feels the familiar last tightening in her stomach she feels him fucking her harder and more urgently. As she sails over the edge, moaning his name, she feels him shudder and cum with a moan. As he collapses on top of her, she smiles as she drifts off to sleep. 

Several hours later she awakens to the sun shining into her eyes from the window across the room. She hears the familiar morning sounds, yet a slight buzzing noise attracts her attention. Laughingly she realizes she fell asleep without turning off the vibrator again.



Dream Lover



I met her at my daughter's eighteenth birthday party. A fresh faced girl with lollipop eyes and lips of raspberry kisses. She had pale hair, almost white but I knew straight away that was an illusion created by the craft of a hair stylist. When my daughter, Rebecca, introduced us her smile poured sweet honey on my soul and I knew I was hopelessly in love. Miserably in love, as age-wise she could have been Rebecca's twin while I, after forty-six summers, was definitely 'uncle' material at the very least. Cindy Holbrook gave a hip-high wave as my daughter told her, "My dad, Peter Farrell"

"Hi mister Farrell." Her voice tinkled in the warm summer air and an image of crystal wind chimes flickered briefly in my mind.

"Charmed, Cindy." Great, I managed not to stutter or drool while my handshake was dry and firm without being overpowering as I grasped her delicate fingers and squeezed briefly. My generation doesn't shake a woman's hand. It has never been etiquette with us. I let go and felt a sad tug somewhere inside as if I had just lost something dear to me. 

We must have chatted for nearly twenty minutes. Me, managing charm and elocution while Cindy tinkled and giggled at my jokes. I could sense Rebecca becoming restless, wanting to get away from her Daddy for a while to be with her friends so it was expected when she spoke.

"Well daddy. Have a great time huh? I'm going to mingle. Coming Cindy?" And they were gone. I glanced around at the moderate crowd on the lawn trying to pick out where she had gone but although I thought I'd caught a glimpse of her sky blue dress for a second I couldn't see her anymore. 

Bill McGregor approached me, thrust a can of beer into my hand then began a rambling conversation about the worsening economy and the state of the world. I tuned out although I nodded each time he paused for my view. My eyes searched through the throng hoping to spy my angel in the blue dress.

"...Your round I think."

My mind snapped back as Bill's damp can touched the back of my hand. I looked at his ruddy smile then down at the empty green can boldly emblazed with the letters 'VB'. It had left a small damp spot on my hand from its condensation.

"You got it, Bill. Coming right up." I took the empty container from him and shouldered my way to the ice tub where numerous cold green cans of VB beer nestled in the slurry. Every few feet a voice would greet me or a hand would pluck my sleeve so that it took me several minutes to travel the short distance. Finally reaching the tub I dipped my hand in seeking a couple of 'coldies' while my eyes turned towards where Bill stood. He was already deep in conversation with one of our local mechanics, his hands zooming around like two airplanes in a dogfight. Beers in hand I began to negotiate the crowd vectoring my journey around people's back and avoiding any attempt at conversation with a quick smile or shrug. 

Bill took the can from me without interrupting his diatribe and that was the moment I saw her again. She was alone, sipping on a drink the color of tropical sunshine, standing at the edge of the crowd, leaning on the patio rails, looking towards the distant hills. There was no reason to excuse myself as Bill would hardly note my departure so I sauntered towards her, casually disposing of the full can of beer I had retained by leaving it on a small table.

"Hi." It was all I could think of to say at the moment.

"Oh, hi Mr. Farrell. Enjoying the party?" Again those crystal chimes tinkled. I smiled and she took it as an affirmation.

"And you?" 

"Yes..." She turned those large green eyes to mine and somewhere in their depths I saw a shadow flit. "It is a lovely party."

I'm not the world's most sensitive guy...As far as I'm concerned 'snag' is still slang for sausage (My daughter says it is an acronym for Sensitive New Age Guy). However on this occasion I felt a small hint of sadness in the air as Cindy looked once more towards the hazy blue folds of distant mountains.

"Do I detect an air of melancholy?" I teased. 

She sighed. One of those 'little girl' sighs that included a rise and drop of the shoulders and she turned her face up to the sky, eyes closed.

"It's nothing. I guess I still miss Travis."

"Travis?" 

"Travis Jolly. He is...was my boyfriend."

I could see a miniature tide rising at the bottom of each eye threatening to spill like a teary waterfall down those beautiful alabaster cheeks. I felt a bubble in my heart and my hand fell lightly onto her shoulder, my thumb gently caressing her left shoulder blade.

"Want to tell me what happened?"

"He's gone...left...went up to the Northern Territory to find a job nearly two months ago. He hasn't written or phoned." A tear trickled from her right eye creating a shining rill down her cheek. She dabbed at it with one finger and sniffed.

"And have you tried getting hold of him?"

She nodded sniffing again and her head came down briefly on my hand, the one on her shoulder. Her hair felt cool and soft as sunlight then it was gone leaving only a phantom tingle where it had touched.

"No luck huh?" Yeah well, no shit Sherlock! I felt her begin to tremble a little and knew that a full on gusher was imminent. Suddenly she turned into me and buried her face in my chest. 

"Oh, Mr. Farrell. I get so lonely without him."

My arms encircled her instinctively while my eyes searched the nearby group of people for any that may be watching. No one was, as music had started and many were jiving to hits of the past while others were deep in conversation.

I felt her young body meld against me. Supple young flesh against my aging body. Firm young breasts not long past puberty pressed into my chest while the scent of her hair intoxicated me. My left hand was patting her back and I was trying so hard to concentrate on consoling her but I could not stop the stirring in my trousers. I know she must have felt it as she pressed herself harder against me and her teary face tilted up, her lips curled for a kiss.

"There, there sweetness." I murmured lifting my left hand to stroke her hair. I smiled down at her upturned face then risked a quick peck on those lovely raspberry lips before carefully disengaging from her embrace. I saw a fleeting frown of disappointment but then her bright smile returned.

"Sorry Mr. Farrell. I guess I got a bit emotional huh?" She put her glass on the broad patio rail, gave a little laugh and used both palms to towel the tears from her face. "I don't suppose you'd want to walk with me a while." She pointed across a field that dipped downwards into a valley a few hundred metres away where a shallow creek meandered through a copse of trees. "I just need to clear a few cobwebs so I can get into party mood."

"Delighted to." My jocularity was somewhat forced and I was painfully aware that I still had half an erection but I turned and walked beside her down the dirt path leading into the valley. 

* * * * *

We had dropped below the line of vision afforded from the house but were still a distance from the trees when Cindy came closer to my side. I felt her long, delicate fingers questing against the palm of my hand. Without conscious thought about it I wrapped my strong fingers around her slim ones and we were holding hands. I felt a tsunami crash and wash inside my chest as emotions cascaded. Looking at her I saw a smile that held secrets while wicked sprites danced in her emerald eyes. 

"You have the expression of a naughty school boy caught in the girl's room." She laughed that musical laugh and skipped a couple of paces sideways, facing me as we made our way down hill.

"Do you like me Mr. Farrell?" As she said it she tossed her head, thrust out her breasts and wiggled her ass all somehow without stumbling. I was impressed.

"I think you are one of the loveliest girls I have ever known." I replied. I was laughing too but there was a nervous tremor in my laugh and I felt a tremble throughout my body. My balls were beginning to ache with the sudden surge of testosterone demanded of them. Holy shit, but this wasn't right. I was having sexual thoughts about this girl. It was almost as bad as lusting after my own daughter also slim with nice breasts and...STOP IT! I shook my head slightly glad that Cindy had turned to look at the tree line momentarily.

"You know just over there by the creek is where I lost my virginity." She was simpering as she said that, her lovely verdant eyes looking straight into mine anticipating a reaction, putting pressure on my hand as she leaned her body to drag me in the direction where she pointed. "Come and I'll show you the exact spot. It is so romantic."

I had a wicked sense of where this was all heading but somehow I didn't care. The last time I had sex with my wife, Laura, was over three months ago and I must admit I was a little fed up with her 'headaches' and 'wrong time' and 'too tired' excuses. I might be forty-six and over the hill - so to speak - but hey! I still woke up with a hard-on two mornings out of three. Besides masturbation is pretty two-dimensional when compared to the 'real thing'. 

I was slightly breathless, though I tried not to puff too much as we entered the trees. Lovely sunlight pooled on a grassy bank tinted green by its passage through the trees while the leafy canopy caused dappled spots of shadow to chase about. A clear stream burbled as it flowed over smooth pebbles and down small six-inch waterfalls while birds added song to the symphony of the day. It was pleasantly warm with the sun slightly west of its zenith and we stood in this slice of heaven, face to face, our bodies a few inches apart, our hands clasped. Her breasts heaved nicely under the thin blue fabric and I was glad I wasn't the only one slightly short of breath.

She saw where my eyes dwelled and her smile chased away any shadows that might have lurked. She took the pace forward that brought us together and our bodies met; hot young flesh against hard old gristle - at least that is how I viewed the communion.

"It was right here. On this spot, where we are standing."

"You lost your virginity." I added the obvious. My mind was whirling and I wasn't thinking clever lines, just trying to keep some control over my wild emotions. She felt so soft, so strong, so...I was lost in a whirl of similes.

"Mmmmm...Yes. Three years ago now, but it feels like yesterday." Her kiss was sweet and yet burned like acid against my lips. She rubbed against me and I had no more reservations about her intentions. Returning her kiss I hugged her closer. My manhood stiffened rapidly, rising between her flesh and mine and her hand reached down for it, grasping it through my trousers. My own hands sought her tight buttocks beneath her azure dress. I touched skimpy cloth, silky smooth and realized her panties were only a little more than a G-string leaving her ass cheeks au natural. 

We kissed for a long time our hearts knocking against each other, our tongues twisting together, our hands seeking intimate places as we explored. My fingers roamed between her ass cheeks sneaking under the thin cloth that covered there, probing her sweet young pussy. I felt her fingers on my zip, slowly tugging it open then slim fingers slid inside my jockey shorts, fondling my shaft and balls. 

"Oooh. Mr. Farrell! It's huge!" She was leaning back, looking into my eyes. Her eyes had the sparkling glow of a woman who's sexually aroused and her lips shone wetly as she smiled.

"Ohhhh....Yes, hon! Mmmmmm, but call me Peter, please...oh!" I was somewhat afraid I would cum before we even got down to it. It had been a while since my last fuck and I knew my 'bags' were full.

"mmmm...Peter." The sound of my name on her lips sent a thrill down my spine.

She pulled away from me and dropped her knees onto the grass. My cock was still in her hand as her sweet lips bent down to kiss my knob. Her tongue flicked out, caressing my plum in small thrilling licks as her hand began slowly stroking me. I held my breath. My wife hadn't given me a head-job in so many years it was almost a brand new experience for me. She slipped my hard member into her mouth, I could feel wet lips sliding down and the warmth of her as she guided me in. Crazy thoughts cascaded in my head. I was fucking a teenager. No, this is wrong! I must stop! But passion whitewashed my guilt and I could feel my rebellious conscience sinking in the flood.

"Oh, Cindy...Oh! Keep doing that and I'm going to cum!"

She pulled her mouth free just long enough to smile up at me. "Mmmmm. I would like that. I want to taste your cum." Then she popped my engorged dick back in her mouth.

Cindy worked my cock in and out, sucking gently, massaging with her tongue. One hand wrapped around my shaft while the other fondled my balls. Inside myself I could feel the tingling pressure that heralded my climax was coming. I put my hands on each side of her head as if to guide her rhythm yet she needed no guidance. Her ministrations were focused on getting me to blow my load and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer before that happened. Oh, fuck...I hadn't even seen her tits or her sweet pussy yet, and I certainly wanted to, but such a headjob as this must not be interrupted.

Whirling passion welled within me. All my senses focused on her sweet warm lips and agile tongue. She took my cock in so far I was sure she would gag on it, but she didn't. Like an expert she gauged my climax, squeezing my shaft and sucking rhythmically, pumping my balls with her other hand. I felt my buttocks clench. My body shuddered as I shot my first load of cum, then my cock jerked off several more shots. Cindy crooned as she swallowed, lapping and sucking at my cream until I could produce no more. She held my spent shaft and smiled up at me. Her lips were so wet they glistened and a tiny rivulet of cum dribbled slowly down to her chin until a flick of her tongue washed it away.

"Oh honey. That was the greatest. I haven't had a woman do that for me in a long time." My voice had a slight tremble in it.

"Mmmmm...You tasted yummy Mr. Farr...Peter. Here, let me clean up for you."

Her tongue licked around my cock taking off any traces of cum. She went all the way down to my balls and licked around them too, taking each one in her mouth separately, working her jaws in a washing motion that felt absolutely sensational. Then it was over.

Cindy stood up and hugged me close, her head on my chest. "Was I good?" She whispered. Hadn't I already told her she was? I smiled, nodded and replied. "In the dictionary, next to the word 'sensational' there is a picture of you. That was the best 'headdy' anyone ever had." I do believe I wasn't lying about that.

"I'm glad. Let's go back to the party." 

I was a little stunned. She brought me all the way down here just to gobble my giblet and that is that? Talk about 'slam, bam thank you ma'am' ...Fuck! I hadn't even seen her naked! Well an old soldier like me can't be choosy so I smiled and took her hand, waited while she brushed the grass off her knees, then escorted her back to the party.

* * * * *

Evidently no one had missed us. I saw Bill chatting away to a different couple of guys and knew without doubt his conversation would not have progressed much from the one we were having a short time ago. My beer would be warm by now so I crossed to the icebox for a fresh one. I had just pulled the tab and taken a pre-emptive swallow when I felt a tug on my sleeve. Cindy stood smiling, a fresh drink in her hand. My beer went down wrong causing me splutter and cough. Quickly I glanced around noting with relief that nobody seemed interested in us. My wife was near the big glass doors that leads into our house apparently organizing more nibbles for our guests while my daughter was engaged in conversation with several of her friends.

"Oh, Peter, I am sorry. Did I startle you?" She looked about as sorry as Torquamada at the height of his inquisition with her wicked smile and the devilish highlights in her eyes. She rubbed my back as I tried desperately to get my breath back, the beer in my windpipe burning the back of my throat.

"You little vixen." I smiled, shaking my head as I spoke. "You could have drowned me in my own beer."

"I believe some men would like to go that way."

"Well, be that as it may, I'd like to stick around a little longer thank you." I took a swig from my can to calm the fire in my throat. "Shouldn't you be chatting to your friends?" My finger indicated Becky and crew's circle nearby.

"Mmmmm...I guess I should mingle, but I was wondering when we could meet again?"

"You want to meet up with me again?" Up until this moment I thought the liaison in the trees had been a one-off adventure, a young woman's experiment with an older man. 

"Of course silly. You haven't made love to me yet." She giggled and again I cast my gaze around, worried that an over sensitive ear may have picked up her words.

"You do want to make love to me, don't you?"

How could I not want to? She stood with one knee slightly cocked, her left arm folded under her breasts, across her body with her right arm vertical and holding her glass. Somehow she managed to look both worldly and innocent at the same time and my heart fluttered like a decked fish.

"Yes. Yes I do...very much."

"Okay, then tell me where we can meet." Her eyelids fluttered and the tip of her tongue flicked provocatively across her top lip, followed by Mona Lisa's smile; full of promises and fantasies yet to be played. My cock stirred letting me know that I would easily rise to the occasion whenever that occasion should be. 

"Um. I will see you before the party finishes and let you know. Okay? I do need to mingle right now, Cindy."

A pout appeared on her cerise lips but her bright smile swiftly overpowered it.

"Looking forward to it, Mr. Ff...Peter." Her left hand repeated that earlier little wave that I had seen as so attractive and then she was gone.

* * * * *

All of our guests had left by the time the sun touched the world in the west. Long shadows fingered the land as cooler evening breezes played in evening's golden light. My wife had left to drive several guests home due to their obvious intoxication while Rebecca went with some friends to 'catch' a disco. I began tidying up the patio by collecting cans and bottles, emptying ashtrays and so on but I decided it was definitely tomorrow's work, so I thought I'd go and take a quick shower instead, then get into my 'comfies' perhaps to watch a little TV or read a book. Laura wouldn't be back for a few hours as she was going to stop in at her office, after dropping off the drunks, to catch up on some work that had gone begging because of today's celebrations. 

Having the house to myself is something of a luxury. I turned on the water in the shower -premixed to 'just the right temperature' thanks to that gadget my wife had asked our plumber to install- and quickly stripped off. Bundling up my clothes ready for the laundry chute I suddenly stopped. A faint scent on them brought back my tryst with Cindy by the stream and I buried my nose against the clothing, inhaling her perfume in one deep breath. Oh, how I wish she could be here for me, I thought as I tossed the bundle into the chute.

Dancing my way to the shower I parodied an old '60's song, singing loud enough to bounce echoes around the room...

"I love this girl I said Cindy is her name; When this girl looks at me she just sets my soul aflame; I got some hugs and kisses too; yeah now I'm gonna give them all to you; Cindy, Cindy, when will you be mine?"

'Dion and the Belmonts, eat your heart out' came a funny thought.

Pleasantly hot water cascaded over my body and the words of my song became distorted with the deluge that fell on my upturned face. I rubbed my eyes vigorously with both hands, shook water from my head and opened my eyes to see...




Dream Lover



This all started about 8 months ago, I didn't know if I was going crazy or what was happening to me.

Every night I was making love to a beautiful, very sexy woman. I don't mean we just had sex, I mean deep emotional love: like two young lovers in their first passion. She brought me to climax three, four or more times each night. 

Angela was strikingly beautiful. She had lovely long blonde hair, a beautiful face with a perfect complexion, full lips - always with bright red lipstick, and everything in proportion. Her body was amazing with pearly white skin. Her genital area had light blonde hair that was not shaved. Now let me come to her breasts -- they were fantastic! I cannot adequately describe how lovely they were, and you could not imagine. I could never bring myself to call them tits, they were just too wonderful. They were utterly beautiful: firm and shapely, round and even; not large and not small. Her areoles were slightly raised. If I ever could have resisted her advances, I could not resist her breasts; whenever I saw them I had a strong desire to touch them and fondle their smoothness; my hand would go towards them. Angela knew how lovely they were and how attracted I was to them; she would say to me, "Do you like my breasts? Do you think they are beautiful? Would you like to suck on them?", and I had to tell her over and over again "Yes, Yes, Yes!" As soon as I touched her breast the nipples would stiffen and rise making the whole thing even more attractive to me. If I felt that I was in love, I was in love with these beautiful breasts.

The love-making was incredible -- she knew how to please me and how to draw it out as long as possible. She was very talented and she knew all the tricks. She talked about sex and knew much more than I did, even though she was so much younger than me. She told me what to do to please her and she said that I was a wonderful lover. 

Here is my story from the start.

I am a 46-year-old woman and was happily married to a wonderful husband for 22 years. We have two children that we are very proud of, both away at college. I have never had lesbian feelings, never. Although I enjoyed sex with my husband, and it was important to me, it was not a major part of my life. When this story happened, my husband and I were still having a great sex life. Naturally, we didn't make love as often as we did in our 20's, but it was very satisfying when we did have sex. My husband is a gentle and passionate lover and he knew how to please me sexually; Oh yes, very much!

Everything was fine until Angela started coming into my dreams. At first it was very occasional and it was all very vague the way dreams are, but I remembered her each time she came so that she became a familiar person. She was not someone I knew in my waking life, not that I was aware of, anyway. After a few weeks she came regularly, every night. At first she just sat on the side of my bed and talked, mostly about herself and what she had been doing -- quite dull stuff really, but I was getting to know her. Then after about a couple more weeks she kissed me on the lips. I didn't seem to object, so she stripped off her blouse, and then I was overcome. I reached up and touched her breasts, I couldn't resist, and then she came into bed next to me. All we did for the first few weeks was to cuddle and kiss. It seemed that was all she wanted and I was happy doing this. It got so that this was the norm every night, every dream. Then one night she gave me one of her deep tongue kisses and looked at me and said, "I would like very much if you suck my breasts". 

I am not a lesbian and never had any thoughts of sex with a woman, so I hesitated, thinking to myself, "What am I doing here?" But to be honest I was attracted to her beautiful breasts and, after all, it was just a dream, so I would have no inhibitions. So the next thing I knew, she had moved up and had her breast up to my face level, just in front of my lips. What could I do? I opened up and there it was right in my mouth, I did to her what I knew felt good for me: I teased around her areola with my tongue before I flicked her nipple. Then I sucked hard on as much of her breast that would fit into my wide-open mouth. I fondled one breast while I licked and sucked the other. And it felt great!

She was moaning and telling me how great it felt and to do it more and suck harder. I knew what would come next, as she moved around and started licking and sucking my breasts. It felt wonderful; she was an expert.

I awoke right away after my dream and thought about it. I felt really good and not at all guilty or ashamed. My husband was fast asleep beside me. I was feeling quite aroused so I reached over and put my hand on his chest and caressed around his shoulders. Then I moved my hand down to his stomach. He keeps himself in very good shape and has a nice firm stomach. I couldn't help it if my hand started going down until I reached his penis, all flaccid and soft. I grasped it in my hand and squeezed just a little; he grunted a little bit. Now he was starting to wake up and his organ was swelling fast. "Oh yes!" he called as I caressed and rubbed him up and down.

We made love and I was so passionate that my husband wondered what had happened. "What's got into you", he said. He brought me to a wonderful climax. Then I fell asleep again. I didn't dream of Angela.

Over the next few nights Angela came back and it became a complete sex act, with breast kissing, sucking hard on each others nipples, finger penetration, genital kissing and licking, gently rubbing and sucking on my clitoris until I had my climax and she had hers.

A couple of times when I woke up, I woke my husband and we made love. I was so aroused and so passionate that he was wondering what was going on.

Then she started coming into my dreams every night regularly, not just once, but over and over. 

But she seemed so real, every detail of her -- beautiful breasts, lovely blond hair, fine hair around her cunt, the taste of her vagina, the little mole over her right breast. She even came with a history, as she slowly told me details about her life. 

Every night I went to bed and fell fast asleep, and then I started to dream. She stood over my bed and talked dirty to me. "You gonna lick my cunt tonight?" "My tits are hungry for your sweet lips". Then she started to strip off her clothes and climb into my bed. She kissed me on the lips and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth while she caressed my breasts. She pushed her tits up to my mouth where she wanted me to suck them hard. Then she went down and started to kiss around my cunt until I got very wet and excited. She pushed her tongue deep into my vagina and licked and sucked my clitoris. She liked me to lick her vagina at the same time, and to do the same to her as she was doing to me. She then brought me to orgasm, while she was writhing with her own climax and calling out. 

Thing is, in these dreams I knew that I was dreaming and I was very aware of what was going on. These experiences felt much more real that a normal dream, they seemed more real than being awake. I felt every sensation, every emotion, in exquisite detail. I could feel her tongue licking around the edge of my vagina, teasing at first, and then going in deep. I could really feel it all. 

After each climax I woke up and thought about the dream and went through the whole thing in my mind -- I remembered every detail. My vagina was wet when I awoke, so I know that I had really climaxed. When I went back to sleep it happened all over again. Over and over, 3 or more times each night, every night.

For the first few weeks we stayed in my bed, but then we started to be in other places: some were quite exotic: on a beach or in a forest, or in a beautiful hotel room, in a hot tub or in a swimming pool; we have even done it on a theatre stage, with a crowd clapping and cheering us on! We once were on a church altar with two candles burning; the priest was sprinkling holy water over us and the choir was singing hymns! Analyse that dream, Dr. Freud! Or the one when we were angels with wings, floating in the clouds and making passionate love with other angels watching!

Usually in my sexy dreams my husband still was fast sleep beside us in the bed, but sometimes he was wide awake watching us, often masturbating, urging us on, but never touching us. 

In the morning he mentioned that I was moaning in the night. Moaning? Oh my God, yes, I was in ecstasy! 

So this had been going on for about 8 months and I wondered if I was crazy, but I didn't want it to stop. I was addicted to these nightly sessions and I looked forward to going to bed in the evening I started thinking about it, and I could hardly wait. I started yawning about 8 o'clock.

I knew I was addicted to this, I looked forward throughout the day to these dreams and I could not do without them. I thought that I should talk to someone about it, but I didn't want it to stop, I couldn't bear the thought. 

The last week before the end was not good at all. She was sucking my nipple in the wonderful way that she had, then she bit down and hurt me. I screamed and she mumbled sort of an apology. But then a bit later she penetrated me with a finger and then she pushed two fingers in as she often did. I could feel her then use three fingers, which was getting very tight, but it still did not hurt. It then felt like she was pushing all four fingers in and trying to get her hand inside me. I screamed and woke up. 

When I went back to sleep and the next dream started she was pushing her whole hand in, but I was not wet enough and it was hurting. She seemed to have changed and she was now trying to hurt me. Even with my legs wide apart my cunt is not really that big and I don't think her whole hand would fit. I told her not to do that anymore and she pushed me away and started sulking.

After this, Angela began to change; being nasty to me, saying critical things and trying to hurt me physically. She called me old and said my tits are droopy. She said my cunt smelled. 

I couldn't take this; not after all the loving I thought that we had. So I killed her, murdered you could call it. Not the real Angela of course, in reality I couldn't hurt a fly, but in my dream world the Angela who had been my lover for all those months, and who had changed so much. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a big butcher knife and stabbed her in the throat, then in the chest. There was blood all over the place, but then the dream ended and I had a good rest. You have to understand that all this was a dream, just continuing my sexual dreams; I dreamed of sex with Angela, then I dreamed that I killed Angela -- the whole thing was in my dreams, never in real life.

When I woke up the bed was sticky and damp. I looked at my husband and he had blood on him. I could not imagine how he had got hurt, but I quickly got up and called emergency. The ambulance came soon and the medics told me he had been stabbed and he was dead, and they had to call the police. The police arrested me, charging me with the murder and read me my rights. I protested strongly and they wrote everything down. I was totally stunned of course; I didn't know how he could have been stabbed. How could I have anything to do with it?

My children come to visit me in prison. I tell them that I did not do anything, but they look at me with pity in their eyes. I don't understand what happened or what is happening now.

My lawyer wants me to plead not guilty because of temporary insanity. He says that is my best chance. He is getting a psychiatrist to examine me. 

Last night I had a wonderful dream; I dreamed that I was back in my house and that I had a romantic dinner with my husband, with candles and a bottle of white wine. Later we made love, just like the old days with him trying to please me and succeeding so well. He kissed my lips, he embraced my breasts and sucked them hard; he licked all around and inside my cunt and licked and sucked on my clitoris; bringing me to climax over and over. I was happy again, so happy once more, and it was all so real. 

I am now awake in my prison cell, but here's my dilemma: I really can't tell if I am now in a dream in this prison cell, and last night's love-making was real, or the other way around. What is the dream world and what is reality -- how can I be sure? I really want the prison cell to be the dream, and my home and husband to be reality.

The alarm clock woke me up.



Dream Lover



'Once and only once'

Shawn had always been small for his age. 18 years old, and just out of high school, he was just five foot one. He was a good student and he was going on to college in the fall with a scholarship in computer science. He certainly wasn't a jock and pretty much shied away from athletics in general, preferring to spend his time reading and playing video games like most teenagers. 

Victoria, Vicky to her friends, was Shawn's mother. Divorced soon after Shawn was born, she raised her son by herself. They lived well enough although they weren't rich by any means. Vicky, 38 years old had a few dates over the years, but she decided that her son was more important in her life and she concentrated on him. The dates she did have usually ended with a kiss at her front door. She often felt sorry that Shawn wasn't a little bigger but she loved him dearly and never let him know how she felt.

It was a few weeks into the summer when one Friday evening, that Victoria came home from work to find an empty house. Shawn was usually at home but he must have gone out with friends. Vicky walked down the short hallway to her bedroom when she noticed the light in Shawn's room shining under the closed door. For some reason she stopped and listened rather than knocking on the door. She heard muffled noises and assumed that her son was playing a video game. Not wanting to disturb him, she continued down the hall to her bedroom and got undressed. She slipped on an oversized terry robe and opened the door to the bathroom that she shared with her son. She was startled at what she saw.

Shawn was sitting on the edge of the bathtub masturbating. A not unusual pastime for teenage boys she knew, but what he was stroking did not match his small stature. Granted, she had not seen her son naked in many years, but the cock he was massaging was much larger than normal. Vicky stopped still, staring at the erection in Shawn's hand. It must have been at least ten or eleven inches long and quite thick. The shaft, what she could see of it was heavily veined. The head was just disappearing in Shawn's palm as he squeezed his hand. Seeing his mother, Shawn stopped and pulled a towel from the rack to cover his lap and his embarrassment. For several seconds mother and son just stared at each other, neither one knowing just what to say.

"Oh Gawd Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were home." Shawn stumbled over the words in a rush to get them out.

"I should have knocked." Victoria said, turning quickly to leave. The image of her son's cock burned deep into her memory.

Victoria walked softly back to her room and sat on the bed. She was shaking slightly, which surprised her. It felt good to sit down. She turned off the bedroom light and started to unfasten her robe. Her hands were still shaking. Was it just catching her son like that, or something else? It had been a long time since she had thought very much about men. Shawn and work took almost all of her time. She eventually fell into a fitful and troubled dream sleep. 

The next morning when Victoria walked into the kitchen, she found Shawn already sitting at the table. He had his head down, staring at the empty plate in front of him. 

"Hi mom," Shawn said without looking up.

"Shawny. Look at me." Victoria said as she sat down. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural to masturbate. Everybody does it."

"Mom, do you know how many times I've been with a girl, kissed one I mean?" Shawn asked so softly that Vicky almost didn't hear him.

"No I don't. I try not to pry." Vicky said

"None. Most of the girls think I'm a runt. Some have actually called me that." Shawn confessed.

"Sweetie." Vicky said as she reached across the table and took one of Shawn's hands into her own. "If those girls saw what I saw last night, they would never call you that again. You are larger than most men."

"But they will never find out." Shawn said.

Victoria stood up and went over to where Shawn was sitting. She pulled him to his feet and put my arms around him. She tried to calm him down like any other mother would. Being taller at 5'8", Shawn's head rested between by breasts. She stared to sway a little, soothingly. After a minute or so, Shawn relaxed enough to put his arms around his mother's waist. Victoria told him that things would be all right and said all the things a mom should say. When she finally stepped back, she gave him a kiss on the forehead. That's when she noticed the bulge in his sweatpants. She didn't know whether to be flattered or upset. 



"Shawn. Last night when you were in the bathroom, whom were you fantasizing about? A girl at school?" I asked.

"No." Shawn said very quietly.

Victoria knew what he was going to say before he said it. How in the hell was she going to handle this? 

"Shawn, I'll take care of this." Victoria said, trying to comfort her son.

"Mom, you really mean that?" Shawn responded. "I never thought you'd agree."

"Now wait a minute Shawny, I didn't say..." Her words were drowned out as Shawn interrupted her.

"Shawn, don't put words in my mouth. I only meant.." And again her son didn't hear her.

Shawn was hugging his mother, his head bouncing softly back and forth on her breasts. The movement was mildly arousing to Victoria. She felt her nipples stiffen. Victoria finally managed to pull herself away from her son and looked down into his tear filled eyes. This was an impossible situation and she couldn't let this go on. Shawn just wasn't listening. 

"Shawny, maybe I could be your first girl." Victoria said, and was shocked at her own words. She hadn't meant to say anything like that. 

Victoria shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Half of her brain felt sorry for her son's dilemma. The other half kept thinking about her son's over sized cock.

"Shawn, these thoughts that you are having aren't healthy. Not for you and not for me." Victoria told her son.

"But you just said..." Shawn started to say, but his words trailed off.

"Shawn, what I mean is that I can talk to you about what you're feeling. No embarrassment. Just open talk and maybe some advice." Victoria said.

"But I thought." Shawn mumbled.

"I know what you though, but that just can't happen. It's not right" Victoria said softly.

Victoria heard him sigh and watched him turn around and walk down the short hallway to his room. He closed the door quietly and she sat down heavily on the kitchen chair. Shawn stayed in his room most of that day while Victoria struggled with their morning conversation. At dinner that evening, neither spoke much and Shawn avoided looking at his mother. Shawn excused himself after dinner and returned to his room. Victoria tidied up the kitchen and she went to her own room. 

A little after nine o'clock that night, Victoria finished getting undressed, slipped on her robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She tried to relax in a hot shower, still thinking about how to handle her son's problem. 

Shawn spent the day thinking and playing video games. He did more thinking than playing. He admitted to himself that even though he was sexually attracted to his mother, he realized that it was just a fantasy and nothing would ever happen. She was the only one that paid any attention to him. Not like the stuck up girls at school. Well at least that part of his life was over. He graduated and didn't have to put up with them anymore. 

Victoria finished her shower, put her robe back on, and returned to her bedroom. With the door closed, she hung up her robe and sat on the edge of her bed to finish drying off. She was toweling off her breasts when Shawn opened her door and walked in. Shawn stopped in the doorway, staring at his mother's body. He hadn't seen her breasts since he was very young. Victoria in turn stared at her son. He was only wearing a pair of loose gym shorts and the head of his cock was poking out from the leg opening. 

Shawn couldn't tear his eyes away from his mother's breasts. They were not overly large but were almost round, sagging slightly. They looked heavy for their size. He watched, fascinated, as his mother's nipples stiffened to hard points. He felt his cock stiffen in response. It was pushing further down until several inched appeared out of his shorts. 

Victoria seemed frozen in place. While her son was looking at her breasts, she stared, open mouthed, at his growing cock. It was larger than she remembered from the quick look she had the day before. It was thick and heavily veined, the head was bulbous and smooth. 

For several minutes, neither Shawn nor his mother moved. Then, almost together, Victoria stood up and Shawn walked further into the room. 

"Shawny, this is wrong, We can't do this." Victoria said, trying to sound serious.

In answer, Shawn loosened his gym shorts and let them fall to the floor around his ankles. His erection, still growing was more than halfway to his knees and starting to rise. He reached out and took his mother's right hand and slowly guided it to his cock. He knew he had achieved a small victory when he felt his mother's hand close around his cock.

Victoria was staring into her son's eyes when he took her hand. When her hand touched his cock, she knew that it was just the beginning. The beginning of a dark, sinful, depraved night of inappropriate pleasure for both of them. 

Still holding her son's cock. Victoria sat back down on her bed. She looked down at the massive erection in her hand. She couldn't close her fingers around the meaty shaft. Without consciously thinking, she started stroking the shaft, causing a deep guttural moan to escape from Shawn's mouth. As if in a trance, Victoria instantly knew what to do. It had been a very long time since she had a man's cock in her hand. And Shawn was now a man. As she looked down, a glistening drop of precum appeared on the cockhead. Victoria smiled, lowered her head and licked that droplet into her mouth. At that moment, she knew there was no going back. At some point in the very near future, her son was going to fuck her.

All at once Shawn stepped back. When Victoria looked up, she saw her son pointing to the middle of her bed. Victoria turned quickly and crawled to the spot her son indicated. Some small part of their relationship had changed. Victoria knew in her mind that more changes were coming. She knew what was happening was wrong, so very wrong, but she couldn't stop it know. She wanted Shawn's cock inside her. 

Victoria reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out two condoms in their bright red foil packs. She put them on the top of the nightstand. She also took out a small plastic bottle of lubricant. She squeezed a portion on her hand and massaged the slippery liquid on her pussy. As Shawn knelt on the bed, she lifted her knees and spread her thighs, exposing her clean, shaved pussy for Shawn to see. Already her pussy lips were puffy and swollen in anticipation. Shawn watched as they turned color from pink to darker red as blood blushed the tender skin. Shawn inched closer and put the substantial weight of his cock across his mother's pussy. 

"Just once so you know how it feels. Then put on a condom. We are going to do this just once and never again." Victoria said, knowing it was a lie.

Shawn grasped his cock just below the head and slowly rubbed it along Victoria's slit. The lube and Victoria's own natural juices making the area even more slippery. Shawn found the opening to his mother's vagina and pressed his cock in. Victoria laid back and tried to control her breathing. Shawn entered slowly, stretching his mother's pussy. 

Vicky grabbed the bed sheets in each hand and clenched her jaw as Shawn pushed in deeper and deeper. Her pussy was alive, as it had never been before. Every inch of Shawn's cock was sending new sensations through her body. Shawn pushed in until his entire length was inside his mother's body. Through some primal instinct, he started to grind his pelvis on top of his mother. Pressing down on her clitoris. Vicky managed to get one of her hands between their bodies and using her fingers, eased her tender, delicate clitty out of it's sheath. The next time Shawn pressed down with his pelvis a shock of pure pleasure coursed through her body. 

Shawn pulled almost all the way out before plunging back into Vicky's hole. This time he didn't go slowly. He rammed his cock in hard and deep. Vicky gasped in shock and gritted her teeth. Shawn pulled out and once more plunged in quickly. Vicky's body was bathed in perspiration, her breathing ragged as Shawn pumped in and out, over and over. She knew he was claiming his mother as his own, his woman, his to use any way he wanted. Shawn looked down at his mother's heaving breasts. With ever thrust of his cock, her heavy breasts surged up and down. He watched, transfixed at the sensual movement.

Victoria looked over at her nightstand. The two condoms still there, untouched. It was too late. She knew what was going to happen. She felt the first tingling of her approaching orgasm deep in her body and deeper in her mind. As her son continued to punish her pussy, ramming stroke after stroke of his cock deep into her trembling body, her orgasm grew. It was now the single most important thing in her universe. With each stroke she got closer until the feeling overwhelmed her senses. The pleasure center of her brain overloaded as her orgasm peaked and flooded her body with spasms of exquisite pleasure.

Shawn felt his own orgasm about to overtake him. He held it off as long as he could, savoring the moment. He looked down at his mother, withering beneath him, about to have her own orgasm. The sight was too much. As Vicky trembled with the start of her orgasm, Shawn had his own. He felt the tightening in his balls and the tingling surge up his cock. Like a volcano erupting, he spewed load after load of hot sticky cum into his mother's vagina. Both of their bodies shook as their orgasms exploded almost at the same time.

Some time later that night, Shawn woke up. He had collapsed next to his mother who was still asleep. As he moved to sit up, Victoria yawned and looked up at her son. 

"Well, how was it?" She asked. "Was it what you wanted?"

"It was wonderful." Shawn said.



Victoria looked at her son for a long moment. Yes something had changed. Shawn just stared at his mother, waiting.

When Victoria didn't respond, Shawn stood up next to the bed. His cock starting to stir. It still looked wet and sticky. Shawn very slowly raised his hand and pointed to his cock just like he had pointed to his mother's bed earlier. And just as she had before, Victoria crawled to the edge of her bed, and still on her hands and knees, stretched out her tongue to lick the head of her son's cock. 

"Just once. That is what you said, but I don't think its true. I think you want me to fuck you again. I think you want me to fuck you any time, in any place, and in any way I choose. Isn't that right?" Shawn said.

"Yes." Victoria said in a small soft voice.

"And who are you?" Shawn asked.

"I am your mother." Victoria said looking up, "And maybe I was mistaken."



'Once is not enough'

After Shawn left, Victoria laid back on her bed. She looked over at her nightstand again and saw the two unused condoms. Once her son entered her, she couldn't have stopped him. She confessed to herself that she didn't want to stop him. This was so wrong, but it felt so right. Ever since that first quick look at her son's massive cock, she had wanted it. And he had given it to her. She realized that she would be sore for several days, but it didn't matter. She knew it had been dangerous to allow him to cum inside her, but again it didn't matter. 

"What have I done?" She whispered to herself, tears starting to drip down her cheeks. "And what am I going to do?" 

She showered and washed thoroughly. Still holding her bath towel, she crawled into the bed that she and Shawn had just recently used. 

The memory of that moment of release, with her son's cock buried deep in her pussy was etched on her brain. She had never felt anything as intense as that orgasm. And she felt a craving itch to feel it again. Victoria did not have a restful night. She woke several times thinking she heard Shawn open her bedroom door. 

After a fitful night, Victoria woke. She smelled coffee. She dressed quickly and walked to the kitchen. She needed to talk to her son and end this before anything else happened. She stood in the kitchen doorway and watched as her son filled her coffee cup and set out a small platter of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.

"Morning mom." Shawn said. "I thought you might like a little breakfast."

"Thanks." Was all Victoria could say. Shawn had never made breakfast before.

"I'll be back later. I'm gonna pick up Billy and we're gonna go to the mall." Shawn said.

Shawn bent down to give his mother a kiss, but instead of his usual kiss to her cheek, He lifted her chin and kissed her on the mouth. It was not the kiss of a son. It was the kiss of a man. Before Victoria could react or say anything, he was gone.

Victoria spent the day doing mindless small chores around the house. Every time she heard a car door slam or someone talking as they walked by, she peeked out the window. She kept thinking about Shawn, about the previous night and about the kiss he gave her that morning. She had to end this before...Before what she thought. And more and more she thought about her son's cock. She tried to think of other things, but she kept coming back to it. 

It was much later that Shawn finally came home. As much as she wanted to talk, dinner was quiet. Whenever Shawn stood up, she found herself checking to see if he had a bulge in his pants. She argued with herself about being disappointed. Sometime later, sitting in her bedroom, she came to a decision. She slipped on her robe and knocked on Shawn's bedroom door. She had to make this stop. 

Shawn was lying in bed reading. The bedsheets pulled up to his waist. Victoria sat on the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap. She started to talk when Shawn pulled the bedsheets back. Victoria's eyes focused on her son's slowly stiffening cock. She watched, amazed as it grew thicker and harder. Like he had the before, Shawn took his mother's hand and guided it to his still growing cock. Victoria couldn't control herself. It was like being in a dream, watching yourself, and unable to stop what was happening. 

"Shawn, we can't do this." She heard herself saying as she started squeezing the meaty shaft.

"Yes mom," Shawn said. 

"This is illegal." She said as she slipped her hand up to the smooth, bulbous cockhead. 

"Yes mom." Shawn repeated.

Shawn spread his legs apart and Victoria moved between them. She started using both hands to stroke the huge cock. In a dim corner of her mind, she realized she was masturbating her son. When the first drop of precum oozed out of Shawn's pee hole, she lowered her head to lick it. She felt a cold chill run down her spine. She closed her eyes and managed to get the head into her mouth. She heard Shawn moan loudly. She washed the cockhead with her saliva getting the head as wet as possible. Suddenly she lifted her head and moved on top of her son. Still holding his cock with one hand, she maneuvered to toward her pussy. With the head in place, she impaled herself on Shawn's cock. She felt mild pain as she took the entire length into her body. She was stretched and filled, and she no longer had any intention of stopping the incestuous relationship. 

As Victoria bounced up and down on Shawn's cock, her son once again marveled at the way his mother's breasts moved. Victoria was in a sex-induced trance. All that mattered was how great it felt to have her son's cock inside her again. All that mattered was the incredibly sensations in the walls of her vagina. All that mattered was the spot of white-hot pleasure of her growing orgasm. She felt Shawn's hands on her hips, helping to keep the rhythm of her movements steady. She was covered in sweat from her exertions. She started to pant, gasping for breath. Her orgasm grew. It pulsed and got hotter. It started to rise like a volcano ready to erupt. And then the world stopped. Victoria screamed as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flooded her body. Her pulse skipped a beat and she scream again. It felt like tiny bolts of energy raced along her spine and into her soul. She sat back, Shawn's still rigid cock slipping out of her soaking wet pussy. She collapsed at Shawn's feet. Her eyes glassy, her breasts quivering as she tried to calm her breathing.




Dream Lover



Shawn knelt next to his mother, watching the smile on her face. He started massaging his cock. He was close to his own release. As his mother watched, Shawn masturbated until streams of stick white cum shot onto his mother's body. The first load of hot cum splashed onto her breasts, clinging to one nipple, The second and third loads landed higher, covering Victoria's face. Shawn milked his cock, squeezing the last few drops out, dribbling a long strand of cum into his mother's open mouth.

"I thought you were going to tell me that you couldn't do this again." Shawn said, looking down at his mother's cum splattered face.

"I was going to." Victoria whispered. "But when I saw..."

Victoria's voice trailed off as she once again stared at her son's huge cock. She dipped a finger in the cum that had pooled between her breasts and slowly brought the finger up to her mouth. She watched Shawn's face as she sucked the finger clean, tasting his cum for the first time. 

"You were right the other night. I did want you to fuck me again. I want you to fuck me whenever you want. I know it's terribly wrong, but I don't care." Victoria confessed. 

"Are you sure mom?" Shawn asked.

"I'm sure." His mother answered. 

Shawn got up and went into the bathroom, returning with a clean towel for his mother. As Victoria sat up and watched her son return, she was surprised to see he had another erection. His cock was standing straight out, as if it was pointing at her. Exhausted from her recent activities, she leaned back on the bed, a vision of Shawn's cock imprinted on her brain. He couldn't be ready to fuck her again this soon, but she had surrendered her body. She closed her eyes and waited...

Victoria woke in her own bed. She dressed quickly and went into the kitchen. Shawn had already made coffee. 

"Mom, I want to apologize again for last night." Shawn said. "I wasn't watching the time."

"The time?" Victoria said, a bit confused.

"Mom, are you ok?" Shawn asked. "Last night when you caught me in the bathroom. I'm sorry."

And suddenly Victoria understood. It was just a dream. She sipped her coffee with shaky hands and looked at her son. Just a dream. She could never have that kind of relationship with her own son. Or was it a glimpse into the future. Maybe once isn't enough.

To Be Continued, Maybe.



Dream Lover



"Cindy! Wh...Wha...What are you doing here?"

She was naked, standing only half an arm's length away in the shower alcove before me, grinning.

"You called?" She laughed.

"But...Who...Where..." My finger pointed aimlessly and my brain fizzed like a wet fuse.

"Oh, I just came in for a lie down. Must have really dropped off because when I woke up everyone was gone."

She moved into me, wrapping her arms around, pressing her firm young breasts against my chest. I could feel the silky hair of her mound against my cock and he responded like the old trooper he is. 

"You really missed me then?" Face upturned, eyes shut against the warm torrent, pale hair plastered back, and lips that just begged to be kissed. So I did. Passionately, parting her lips with mine and slipping my tongue in to taste her sweetness. She responded and soon we were tongue wrestling while she moved her body seductively against mine.

Sliding both hands down her back, I gripped her ass cheeks, one in each hand and lifted. She responded by wrapping both legs around my waist and my rigid cock slipped deep into her waiting pussy. We stood there kissing and hugging each other, my cock deep inside her. I could feel her clenching and unclenching her vagina muscles causing her sweet pussy to suck on my cock in a most sensational way. 

It was many minutes later that we broke the kiss and I put her down. She was smiling and panting as she reached down and took my shaft in her hand. Slowly she began to masturbate me, stroking my cock in long even strokes while I ran my hand up inside her legs probing her pussy. My thumb found her hard little clit and I teased it until she closed her eyes and shuddered in ecstasy. I had two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed them in and out slowly, stimulating her towards climax.

"Oh, Peter. I need you to fuck me, honey." She whispered in my ear.

I was so sexually excited that I trembled. My hand actually shook as I turned off the water before leading her from the alcove. After we toweled each other dry I scooped her in my arms and carried her to the master bedroom. I dropped her onto the bed where she landed supine, legs spread wide, her lovely breasts bouncing enticingly with the impact. She was giggling. I jumped onto the bed landing between her legs and promptly pushed my face into her gaping pussy. My tongue sought her sweet slit, probing her clit and licking in her tender groove before diving deep inside of her. Oh, she tasted so good. The taste of a sweet young woman sexually aroused is one I had almost forgotten so I reveled in that for a moment. Soon I had to come up for air but I crawled my way up her body until I could reach her perfect young breasts. They were conical; each with an aroused, erect nipple reminding me of cherries on the peak of two vanilla sundaes. I love cherries. I popped one in my mouth and sucked it gently, stroking it with my tongue. She moaned, muttering, "Oh, Peter, yes. Yes"

I could feel her hips shifting under me as her wide-open pussy sought my firm cock and I slipped it inside her. She was so wet I was up to my balls without even thrusting, but now I began moving my hips slowly, pushing my cock in and out of her in a rhythmic dance of love. She responded and her buttocks rose and fell in time with me until we were fucking faster and faster. Her fingers clawed at my back and she began making little squealing noises in time with our thrusts. 

"Oh, my god...Oh Peter...Oh fuck me sweetheart." 

"Oh, Cindy. Oh, fuck." I couldn't think of anything more to say at that moment. Heaven would pale to insignificance compared to Cindy's love-making.

I rolled over onto my back and she came up like a jillaroo determined to stay in the saddle of a rolling brumby. It felt like my cock drove into her another two inches and I could feel my balls tighten with the explosion that was imminent. She began to ride me then. Bouncing up and down with great enthusiasm and energy.

"Ooooohhh Peter, oh fuck me honey...Oh yes. Cum for me darling. I want to feel you cum inside me!"

My hands were on her tits, my fingers twisting her nipples. Her head was thrown back, body arched and I could see my cock plunging in and out of her hot, sweet pussy. My climax was approaching and I knew there was no holding back.

"Oh fuck, Oh, Cindy...Honey...I'm going to cum!"

"Yes! Peter...Cum for me. I'm ready!" And with that she pushed my cock in up to the hilt, squishing my balls in the process. I could feel her pussy spasm as she reached orgasm and then I shot my load.

"Oh my God! Ooooh, my God...Yes! Yes!" She cried.

My cock squirted a hot load of cum into her, then another and another. I could feel it as it splashed deep inside her, mingling with her own juices as she came. Sperm and pussy juices mixed in a sweet cocktail of love that trickled along my shaft, pouring from her, wetting my balls. We clung together breathing heavily, listening to the thunder of our hearts.

"Do you love me, Peter?" She whispered, her breath warm in my ear.

"Mmmmm...I do love you, Cindy. Very much."

"Will you come be my man?"

I hesitated. My heart wanted to shout out 'yes, yes...always and forever' but my head was troubled by the practicalities. 

"Cindy, honey...I'm married. And besides you wouldn't want to spend your days with a man old enough to be your father?"

Cindy untangled herself and sat up on the bed. "What's 'old' got to do with it? I don't care about how old you are. I love you."

"And what about Travis?" I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I had to get some control back into this situation.

"Travis? Travis who?" She looked genuinely puzzled. 

"Travis Jolly. Your boyfriend who ran off to the Northern Territory."

She laughed, rolling onto her side, then as swiftly got back up into a lotus position. 

"Oh, I made that up. I just wanted you to feel a little sorry for me."

In my mind a light came on. This girl didn't just 'happen' to cross my path nor was this tryst a fortunate coincidence.

"Cindy. How long have you wanted this?"

She dropped her head and began examining a finger. "I've loved you for over a year. Ever since high school. I watched you every time you picked Rebecca up from school."

"Cindy. You are beautiful. You are so desirable and I love you, but...sweetheart...I am married. I can't just leave Laura and Becky. I'm sorry hon..."

She sat silent, in her lotus position, her eyes unwavering, looking at me. There was sadness in those eyes although her expression remained neutral. I was reminded of a statue, a goddess awaiting tribute from her adorers. I sighed and lay back, staring at the ceiling. I hadn't smoked in fourteen years but at that moment I craved one.

How many minutes passed during that awkwardness? I wasn't counting. I just wished there was something I could say, but I had said it all and any more would be twisting the knife I had metaphorically driven into her heart. 

Cindy rolled off the bed, landing catlike on her feet. She scooped up her clothing and headed for the bathroom. I heard her turn on the shower and listened as water splashed. My imagination supplied the pictures of her ablutions and I smiled sadly. What fun it would be to have this Venus around all the time, but I knew it could not be. The difference between us wasn't age at all, but my sense of responsibility to my family. 

I lay there staring at my ceiling as the water turned off and silence returned to the house. A few minutes later I heard the front door closing as she walked out of my life. 

THE END
Copyright (c) 
RogTom 2002 



Dream Lover



You know that time in sleep where you are dreaming, but you know it? That hazy time when dreams come to you so easily; and even though you have no control over them, they invade your conscious thoughts. That's where I am now. I know I'm dreaming, but I willingly giving myself to this dream...

I feel my lover. He is thousands of miles away from me, but at this moment he's not. He is right behind me in my bed, leaning on his side against a mountain of fluffy down pillows. Not for the first time, I'm grateful for my pillow collection. 

His strong, warm arms are holding me while he spoons my body. He slowly, sensuously, runs velvety hands all over my nakedness. I don't remember going to bed naked...but I am—totally exposed for his gentle explorations. I stretch out like a kitten and snuggle deeper into his embrace, practically purring in satisfaction.

He then sits up, no longer spooning me, but rather pulls me between his legs so that I'm sitting up too. My back is leaning against his chest, his thighs on either side of my hips. I feel the bright sun shining into the room, giving it a heavenly glow and can see his hands as they move up to cup my breasts. 

Moaning my delight, I lean into his hard chest behind me, granting him total access to my body. There is total trust in me as I do this. I know he will only give me the most amazing pleasure. 

He begins by nestling his lips near my right ear. He is whispering things...things I can't really make out, but his breath sends tingles and shivers all over my body, and my breath catches for a moment. He continues his nonsensical whispers, promises of pleasure to come, as his hands begin slowly, lightly skimming over my nipples—back and forth, back and forth. They are becoming more and more sensitized to his touch.

Moaning, I answer his movements by trying to reach around to touch him. Without saying a word to me, I know this is not what he wants. His hands leave my breasts for only a moment as he places my hands on my own thighs. I sense he doesn't want me to move them. As frustrating as it is not to move to return his touches, I obey his silent command.

His hands are back on my breasts. He is coaxing my body's response to him with each touch, caress, and squeeze. I feel my excitement rising. He feels it too, I know, for he incorporates a little pinch on each nipple. At first it's gentle and playful, but as my sexual tension rises he becomes more intense with his stimulations. I respond by groaning, encouraging him on to do more.

I feel his hardness behind me, so I know he's not unaffected. Yet my hands remain on my thighs where he had placed them. I wait to see what he plans.

His lips latch onto my ear lobe, and I hear him answer my moans with his own. This and the pinching fingers on my nipples begin making me pant. I want, no NEED, more. I need him. I need his love. I need release from the torture he's causing in my body.

His hands are slipping down my body now...his knees on either side of me hold me in place as he reaches around me and begins to tease the soaking wetness between my legs. His fingers know exactly how to touch my clit. The flicks and swirls over it are perfectly timed, as if his finger were my own with the same years of practice, rather than only a few months.

I'm crying out, not caring if anyone can hear. But somehow I know no one can because I'm with my lover in a dream and my cries are for his and my ears only. I take great comfort in this even as my excitement reaches a feverish pitch.

Then I'm like this giant nerve ending—every touch is felt through my entire body. Every whispered word is a tingle that starts at my scalp and runs down the length of my body to rest in my toes. My nipples are still throbbing from his earlier ministration and somehow the fingers on my pussy make the throbs there intensify. 

I rise higher and higher with my lover knowledgeable attention and I'm desperate to go over the edge into orgasm.

Suddenly, the world that is my bed bursts into light and color and pulsing sensations of release. Oddly, rather that cry out my surrender, I quietly, lovingly drift. I'm aware of an explosion of warmth on my hip where my lover has released his own passion. I have the knowledge that his orgasm was somehow an extension of my own. Perfect peace settles over both of us.

I finally remove my hands from where he had placed them on my thighs. I take two fingers, swirl them in my own juices. I move my hand to my thigh where he had deposited his love and mixed our essences together on my fingers. Lovingly I settle back into his arms, half turning to face him. I trace my lips with one finger, allowing our mixed love to anoint them. My tongue reaches out and I taste what we created together. I then repeat this ritual on his lips with my other finger. His eyes close as the sweet ambrosia reaches his taste buds. 

We settle back into our original spooning position. He's behind me, holding me tenderly, warmly. I'm at peace because all is right in my world for just this brief moment in time, in dream. I drift off on a cloud of oblivion.

Seconds...minutes...hours later, I wake up with the longing for the lover who is not in my bed. He is still thousands of miles from me and my soul aches.



Dream Lover



With a unnerved sigh, flinging what felt like nothing but a damp piece of sticky silk from her skin she stretched, moaned and flopped trying unsuccessfully to get cool in the uncompromisable humidity of the house.

Summer just starting it was already hot! The sun enough to broil you alive during the day and the humidity enough to make you wish you could run around naked through the night. "Mother nature has a cruel sense of humor." She sighed finally flopping up and climbing out of the canopy bed, making sure to keep the mosquito net closed so none of the blood sucking vermin found their way in if she decided to try to come back for sleep.

Flipping her waist length hair back behind her Terin slipped into her light silk robe and out into the expansive hallway of the great plantation home she'd rented for the summer, a place to reflect, to get away, and to be alone. What she hadn't remembered about the climate is the summer can be downright unbearable in the South. 

Walking along the cool, dark wood floor to the grand staircase she was able to see the curving marble clear down to the main floor, the moon lighting the way she descended slowly smiling to herself, "A girl could feel like a Princess she stays here too long." Reaching the landing she suddenly stopped in her tracks, feeling as though she was not alone she turned quickly to only see the peaceful columns of the front porch creating shadows on the foyer wall, "Or feel like a lunatic" she muttered to herself shaking her head at how easily she spooked herself.

Moving on into the Parlor she smiled as the quietness of the surrounding swamp lands brought peace and harmony to her, after all this was her home. Relatively speaking, the area was, but this house one she'd seen many times while growing up on her family's farm down at the far end of the long county road. She'd always been mystified by this house, and when she'd come home to visit her parents they'd mentioned the old house being up for rent for the summer, she jumped on the chance.

As she moved along the plush thick curtain's adorning the huge windows off the ballroom, deep warm and flowing colors against the stark white of the room, the century old dance floor still in perfect condition after all these years. She was just about to round her way into the main kitchen when she felt a sudden, cool breeze billow through her robe. Wondering if she'd left a window open in the sewing/music room she glanced in to check, but seeing the windows locked up tight she shrugged it off and went on about her way to find a snack.

Thankful for the fact the house though almost perfect to its original state still provided the simplicities of electricity, and appliances. Opening the fridge she blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the inner light, finally seeing the sweet tea she'd made earlier she opted for the coolness of it over something weighing on her like food. Leaving the fridge open to see to the cupboard for a glass, she poured the tea, put the container back and popped the door closed with her barefoot.

She wondered if the air outside was any cooler than inside the house, walking out onto one of the veranda's she found it cooler but still humidity ridden, pulling her hair now damp from the humidity off the back of her neck she leaned on the railing and looked out into the old tobacco field that now was now nothing but weeds and she was sure of unsavory creatures.

Behind her inside the home, eyes watched. Behind marble columns void from light of the room so no shadow could be formed watching the girl, she was new to the house. Unsure of where she'd come from, but curious ever the same. Creeping closer to the windows risking exposure the figure could see easily the form of the girl; this was no "girl", but a woman. A woman alone, more curious than ever, stopping almost transfixed studying her. The soft white robe of silk tied about her body, long thick hair flowing down her back. Being able to see the outlining of her breasts through the thin fabric, her nipples slightly hardened from the contrast of the humidity to the breeze about her. 

She was neither tall nor short, a plain complexion but the moon shone brightly upon her features illuminating and captivating all the same. A long lone hunger began to form within, envisioning her supple body twisting in sheets of silk, hair flowing, bending and arching to the will of passion...

Feeling eyes boring into her, she was sure of it, Terin spun around searching the inside room through the windows. Again seeing nothing she sighed not scared, but not settled either. Scanning to see if maybe a critter had gotten in anything to lead her to see what she was feeling and why, shrugging it off she polished off her tea and wandered back inside making sure the door was secured tightly behind her. Walking back into the kitchen, rinsing her glass and placing it into the basin to wash in the morning she turned and headed back up to bed to try again to get some sleep.

Waiting, what seemed like hours the figure slowly began to move towards the girl's room. Sure she was asleep by now, moving easily through the door soundlessly and moving closer to the bed to see if in fact she was sleeping.

Tossing and turning, naked on the silk bedding, her body even more glorious than before, moving closer being careful not to waken this beauty, but needing to see her closer, to be closer it being so long since a woman of lust had come into the house, fearing it'd never happen again. Slowly eyes closing capturing her in a vision, her body exposed, free to touch and savor slowly.

Meanwhile Terin was in dream land, an exquisite dream of someone touching her, caressing her slowly. Bringing fire to her depth's making her yearn and ache for more. Moaning what she thought was only in her dream, feeling the fire expanding as she opened herself to the pleasure being evoked through her body, so long it'd been she'd been touched and never like this, even if it were only a dream she knew she needed more of where this touch was coming from.

So close almost breathing upon her, careful not to fully touch her. Eyes still closed stroking, caressing and so slowly lowering to taste her flesh.

Wanting to cry out in frustration and need, remaining silent concentrating only on her pleasure, kissing, stroking, licking and moving lower still ready to scream out as her gorgeous legs parted in their sleeping rapture seeing the evidence of her pure arousal upon her sex, it parting as her legs spread showing it's wetness, seeing her throbbing essence of need, her body's muscle's flexing in the pleasure dance that showed her partner that she wanted all of what was offered.

Leaning in closer, a soft cold breeze with each movement making her squirm and gasp in her sleep, yet continue to arch and twist her elegant body trembling with pleasure and expectancy as she felt warmth evading her opening, licking and sucking along her folds, delving deeper to the bud of her desire and need, enveloping it slowly between thick succulent lips, soft and yet demanding wanting the juice's she offered, to taste and coax her to ultimate bliss.

Deep in her dream Terin was begging for the release offered from this touch, unknowing who or what but knowing it too good to pass up, arching and pressing closer, all her noises and pleas she believed to only be in her dream rang out through the stillness of darkness. Trembling uncontrollably till at last her release was granted, swearing she could hear a long lingering needful moan in her dream as she lost final control. Her body spasmed, screamed and bucked as she orgasmed, unrelentless sucking pushing and driving her further, drinking her, needing her life source. She had barely began to come down from her euphoria when suddenly she woke up, sitting straight up in bed, panting, sticky, wet and still alone.

Shaking and not from her bliss she didn't understand what was happening, how could something she dreamed be so real? She touched her skin, still tingling from the sensations, traveling and finding her center wet, throbbing and still soaked with her juices. She looked around the room, even getting up and turning on the light. Rushing through the house to find nothing out of place or out of the ordinary, she gave up and went back to bed. Lying back down, she fell instantly back to sleep. Dreamless till morning she woke up refreshed and ready to tackle the day.

Having showered, dressed and had her coffee, Terin sat and waited for the moving truck to show up and deliver her items from her home to get her through the summer. As each day passed she thought more and more how she wished to stay here, the house so gorgeous so filled with the past. Her mind drifted back to the night's dream, causing her body to tremble unlike it ever had at the thought of a lover touching her as the one in her dream had, she shrugged it off quickly when she heard a truck outside and a couple honks alerting the moving crew was there right on time.

For the next few hours two guys unloaded and moved her belongings into the mansion, thankfully the humidity hadn't set in yet and they even with her help were able to get everything inside in time for her to shut up the house for the day to try to conserve what was left of the cool air inside. Watching again from behind marble columns the figure saw men come and go then finally leave, leaving her to the boxes on her own. Thankful no one else was moving in, closing eyes again remembering the night before and her reactions.

A moan escaping before it could be caught remembering her body twisting and rivaling for the touch.

Stopping swearing she heard a noise, "Sounded like a moan". She thought to herself. Almost just like the one she heard in her dream the night before. Looking around seeing nothing, but suddenly feeling a cool breeze settle in on her. Not afraid only curious she swore she could sense someone or something there, but couldn't see anything to justify what she was feeling.

"Is someone there?" She asked softly. Again the breeze billowed around her, before dissipating, then gone.

Frustrated, she'd heard of haunted houses, and even old plantation houses being this way but she wasn't given cause to think this particular one was, and even if it was. Whatever was there hadn't tried to harm her. Shrugging it off she got back to work and in no time had the home feeling a little homier. 

Suddenly tired, not sure if it was from the heat starting to "leak" into the house or the fact she'd worked all morning without a break she walked over to the love seat she'd had brought up from her house and laid back on it. Before she knew it she was asleep and dreaming.

She saw a man, brilliantly dressed in what seemed to be early century clothing. Handsome and chiseled, walking through a hallway, she swore it looked familiar but before she could focus on it the dream changed and he was walking through gorgeous gardens. Deep green's, pink's, red's and white's everywhere, standing tall in his thick breasted gentleman's coat, holding a single red rose. Suddenly a woman came into view, her dress also of the period. Tight waist, crimson silk by the yard billowing about her legs, atop a low cut bodice and meticulously staged hairstyle complete with silver and diamond combs to hold it in place on top her head. A large exuberant diamond necklace and earrings dangled from her dainty ears and throat. Not being able to fully make out her face the dream yet again changed. Feeling frustrated the figure watched her dream, seeing her tenseness when the dream would change on her, feeling her frustration that nothing stayed one way for too long.

Suddenly she was swept into the euphoria of the night before, but it was not truly her in the dream, it was this woman and man. Grasping and clinging to one another amidst the gardens, passion, love, need and lust succumbing around them, a meager attempt to hold back the pure unbridled euphoria these two found in each other. Suddenly the girl was wrenched from his grasp and tossed to the ground, yelling and fighting ensued. Screams of fright as a gun went off and the girl flinging herself upon her lover, weeping as he died in her arms.

Sitting up with a start on the love seat Terin could still feel the pain of both the lover's in the dream. Almost ready to cry herself as she thought of the love torn apart needlessly. Feeling gloomy she stood and went to change from working all day into something cooler, finding a sundress in her clothing, Suddenly realizing the time, she had a dinner date with a friend that night, stripping down and slipping it over her head. Releasing her hair, pulling a brush through it slowly she thought about the dream, deep in thought trying to figure out why she dreamed it when suddenly she felt hands on her shoulders.

Nearly jumping out of her skin, she yelped and almost knocked the person and the settee she was sitting on over.

"Terin!" She heard behind her, her old childhood friend Cody gasped catching himself and the fact she'd scared him just as much when she'd yelped in fright. "Lord woman, give a man a heart attack!"

"Cody! Have you lost your mind? Sneakin' up on a body like that, scared me to death!" She retorted back getting control of her racing heart.

"I called for you at least a half a dozen times, you didn't hear me?" He asked righting the settee and helping her sit back on it.

"No, I would've answered if I had, this is a big house, you have to holler to find a person." She sighed sitting back down with his help and adding a sorry smile for almost taking him out.

Shaking his head with a smile he laughed, "Now that you know I'm here. "You about ready?"

"Yup, just brushing out this mop. Give me a minute." She flashed a bright smile at him as she whipped her brush through the remaining of her hair and stood up again. "This okay for where we're goin'?" 

"Perfect." He smiled a little too eagerly for her taste, though he did look great in his crisp cerulean blue shirt that matched his eyes and tan khaki's. "Ready?"

"Let's go." She smiled and followed him out of the room, she swallowed back a sudden sinking feeling she got when she rounded to the grand staircase and began to descend down to the front door almost like something was warning her not to go, not to leave the safety of the house. Shrugging it off she followed Cody out the door to his pickup and into town for what was supposed to be a kick back dinner.

Arriving in town, she felt that uneasy feeling coming back again when Cody pulled up in front of one of the most well known romantic restaurants in town. She suddenly did want to be back in the shelter she'd found within the walls of the house, but not wanting to be rude she followed Cody inside, he was being a gentleman so she opted to give him a chance on the evening.

Taking their seat he began to ask questions, almost urgently in manner. As the night wore on Terin felt more and more out of place, and even more unsure of the situation she was hoping wouldn't present itself. As Cody paid for dinner, and lead her back out to his truck and towards her rented house. Pulling up in the driveway he shut down the truck instead of leaving it running which told her he was expecting to be invited inside. He'd spent half the night talking about himself, his found money and lifestyle. Bragging a little too much, she was impressed and happy for him and his wealth, she used to listen to him yammer all day about what he'd be when they grew up and how he was gonna back to this old town and whisk her away.

She'd left town before he did, made her own way into the world, but he was still her friend. So against the feeling in the pit of her stomach she invited him inside. Getting them both some tea she sat down on the love seat after he'd sat down on the couch, making sure to keep her distance not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

They talked for awhile, then said, "Sorry to sound like a bum rush, but I have plans with my mom tomorrow and really do need to get some sleep hon."

Acting like he understood fully, even though a bit miffed she was turning him down after he'd showed her what he thought was a great night on the town. She walked him to the door, he stopped in the doorway and turned to say goodnight expecting a kiss, she leaned up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, then started to pull back but not before he captured her and kissed her deeply.

Shocked at his demeanor, she pushed him back and out the door, closing it before he could say anything else, barking goodnight to him and locking the door, to mad to think she stomped upstairs to take a shower and to get the feel of him off her. She couldn't believe her once best friend had turned out just like the "others" that ever asked her out, and after one thing only.

Stomping into the bathroom sorry she hadn't listened to her "gut" feeling she rushed through a shower, slipping into a long gown like nightgown and headed for bed, turning off lights as she went. She stopped when she thought she heard something downstairs, not remembering if she'd locked the doors she figured she had and went on to bed.

There waiting in the shadows again the figure watched her and had even when she'd brought the man into the house, seeing her reaction to him, and how upset she'd gotten when he tried to take advantage of her. Smiling, waiting for her restful sleep, to know when the time would be right. 

None too soon Terin was deep asleep in her bed, moving again silently to her room watching for any movements to make assumptions she may still be awake, smiling again when indeed she was resting in a deep slumber only then did her dreams take shape.

Moving over her, more daring this time. Terin felt what she thought was weight on the bed with her, even in her dreams. She was trying to find a way to wake up but found none, realizing she had nothing to fear she didn't fight her sleep or her dream but let it carry her away. She felt those same hands on her once again, the ones from last night's dream. So much more in contact with her body than before, outside her gown she whimpered softly as the fire within her sparked almost instantly. Not stopping or slowing the hands cool to the touch radiated over her gown the silk moving with the hands that molded to her body.

A large body kneeled between her legs, craving the touch she spread herself almost instantly for it again, wanting the rapture in which she found in her slumber. In her dream she felt her gown softly removed from her body, the coolness like before and not uncomfortable cascaded over her softly. She swore her dream was so real she could reach out and touch it as if it were truly happening. She was so caught up in her thoughts of her dream she was caught by surprise when she felt cool wet lips move over her puckered nipples, sucking them softly, caressing along the growing hardness with a cool soft tongue, evoking the fire within her and cooling her at the same time as though to keep her from burning out of control too quickly.

She heard soft words in her dreams, one's of pure love and lust, gentleness and true need like that she'd never heard before. Spoken so eloquently she almost cried at their sweetness, her body trembled and fire tore through her very soul at the touches and words of her dream lover, arching to the touches and caresses, the yearning that only her lover could give. Reaching out, deep in slumber she felt him there, plain as day, strong, large and the words still wrapping through her brain as her soft hands pulled at him, trying so desperately to get him closer. His lips seeking hers in a deep unbridled kiss of pure passion and need, she whimpered through his kisses, scorching, burning and searing her to him. His passion's and needs hers as she almost cried out with pure need when she felt his hardness against the inside of her thigh.




Dream Lover



Watching her, provoking though keeping her in pure dream state, giving her everything her body craved and needed, even begged for. Unable to stop, leaning in to capture the last of her, to once again feel needed and vibrant.

Terin arched and cried out in her sleep, her body shaking as her lover began to fill her slowly, his hardness stretching and pushing gently through her tightness. She saw him there, atop her, faceless but his body so very familiar to her, almost as if she'd seen him before, she pushed up at him, yielding to him completely as he buried himself completely inside her wetness. Holding them still, breathing deeply in her ear before slowly starting to stroke himself within her folds.

Her hands grasping for him, spreading her legs even further to give him all he sought of her, meeting each deep slow thrust her brain registering this was not just a dream, that this had to be real. She tried to force herself awake, but to no avail. She felt herself spiraling faster and faster to the end of no return. Her inner muscles gripping and pulling him back within her on each of his pulls, not wanting him from her for one moment. Her hands all over him, as if knowing his every curve and texture, truly feeling his skin beneath her fingertips just as she'd felt his lips upon hers. Her body screamed for release but her lover was one that only dreams could evoke, prolonging her release, timing them wanting to join in her passion for him as he had for her. Spiraling out of control she felt him speeding up within her, locking herself down along his length, crying out for him. Her mind flashing and cascading out of control until at last she could hold back no longer, screaming her ecstasy out to all that would dare to be close enough to hear, his moans and own blissful cries mingling with hers as he lost his control and began to release deep inside her. Filling her small body with his evidence that he was as alive as he was her dream lover.



Dream Lover



Author's note: Another mini piece from me, Grobnar. Thanks goes to Money for his inspiration, as it came from a speculation session. Everyone is over 18, etc. Comments, suggestion and feedback are of course welcome. Enjoy!

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*Slam*

The frame shook as the door shut with much more force than necessary. Christina was angry. Her husband had denied her once again. Saying he was too tired to perform. More likely he was seeing someone on the side and was too tired shacking with his paramour to do his husbandly duties. She ran both her hands through her platinum blonde hair, just attempting to get a grip on the situation. How long had it been? A month? Two? Argh! She didn't care at all. She needed to find release before she went crazy. Fortunately, she knew what to do.

Christina moved to her jewelry box, an intricately carved wooden box that held all her most precious jewelry. It was a gift from her grandmother, and she never would give it up. Opening up the waxed maple door, a small light clicked on. A slender hand reached inside and extracted her prize. A cat's eye pendant she had received long ago, from an unknown source. It was just simply there one day. There was something about the pendant, that had an effect on her. Any time she wore it, her dreams became incredibly erotic. At first she thought it was a fluke, but after a few nights she realized the its effect and more importantly, its' potential. Now she only saved it for certain nights. A night like this.

Christina swore the eye blinked at her when she grasped it. She could get lost staring in the green cat's eye. Skipping most of her nighttime rituals, The Voice coach opted to just climb into bed. Her black cocktail dress, originally meant to entice her husband, fell to a heap on the floor. It was a shame really. The dress hugged her curves. A deep v displayed her prominent cleavage, while the dress stopped mid thigh. With the right pair of heels, like the pair dropped at the door, her ass would be pushed up and on display. As one would expect, she was nearly nude. Her braless breasts bounced free without a hint of sag, while her sex was covered by a lace pair of black panties. Those too met the same fate of the dress as she made her way to the oversize king bed. She slipped into the white satin sheets, eagerly awaiting for sleep and her dream lover to come. 

Once again Christina found herself in a dreamscape. First, an ancient palace, then a grassy field, and now somewhere completely different. The room steadily rocked back and forth as the blue painted wood that made up it creaked regularly. A ship. That's where she was. Unsteadily, she moved to sit down before a desk. The mirror before her, while dusty, showed her in exquisite detail. Her blonde pulled back and primped, gleamed in the light that filtered through the glass. Her green dress was embroidered in gold trim, with an intricate gold and black pattern on the front. The dress, Christina decided, wouldn't look out of place on A Game of Thrones. Its fabric stretched taut over her figure, the waist acting almost as a corset; pushing her breasts up and out nearly to her neckline.

Before her examination could go further her mystery lover was on her. No reflection shown in the mirror, but there was no mistaking his kisses as they traveled around her neck, crossing from one earlobe to the other. Christina let out a soft moan as his hands came up across her body. Strong yet gentle fingers traced the contours of wide hips, up through her soft abdomen and up her breasts. Oh her breasts! They tingled at his very touch. His hands were both warm and electric as they tenderly caressed her flesh. His hands played out over her mammaries with a skill that put her old lovers to shame. Even through the fabric he probed, no felt, her curves.

When the tingles and sensations became too much to bare he suddenly stopped. His hands withdrew causing her to whimper. The tight dress holding everything up in place suddenly lost strength and fell away. Her bare flesh puckered in the chilly air, her nipples hard and a deep crimson. Christina turned but was instantly swept away. She was effortlessly carried to a modest bed and laid bare. Her dress a distant memory, its warmth replaced with desire. Her mystery man appeared again and Christina propped herself up to take him in.

Christina imagined he was handsome. Despite all her efforts she couldn't focus on his face. Her eyes would wander or lose focus. He was built however. He wasn't a muscle man, no he was fit. Well-muscled arms had taken her to the bed and even now tossed her dress to side. His simple white tunic disappeared in a flash, showing his defined abs and pecs. A pendant of some kind hung around his neck. His trousers were lowered, almost aching slow for her taste. Christina massaged her breasts as more and more of his member was revealed. With a final tug, his pants dropped to the floor. Standing at half-mast his cock was large, not porn star large, but a healthy size that would hit all of her spots.

He approached her again, his hands went to her legs and gently pulled them open. Christina dripping sex was unfolded before him. Christina was completely soaked and he had barely touched her. With but a gesture, his fingers traced along her sensitive folds and across her clit. It was electric; Christina moaned at his touch. The moan changed octaves when a finger slipped inside. A simple stroke and he was hitting the g-spot. Christina moan was guttural; her arms holding her up started to shake. One finger became two insider her. They swished around, probing her sex, yet always coming back to her sweet spot. Christina's blue eyes shot open as she felt something else.

His tongue, smooth and moist, scraped along her labia and across clitoris. It danced along and around, pressing it on occasion and moving it from side to side. His fingers slowly withdrew and brought their contents to her lips. Her juices were sweet, and she relished the feeling of tasting herself along his hands. His tongue continued its pleasuring of her sex for several more moments, causing her to have a mini orgasm. Her entire body spasmed and her arms finally gave out. Her upper body hit the bed with a thud causing her breasts to shake wildly.

His hands came up and steadied them. The hands worked each overflowing breast, tracing the curves along her engorged boobs and along her areola. Her long, thick nipples screamed for attention as his thumbs worked across each one. They were suddenly pushed to one side, then the other. Flicked lightly, then pressed in. Christina's body continued to shake as his hands continued to massage her, while down below his tongue had never left sex. After several aching minutes of massage, his tongue left and Christina felt his body shift.

The large head of his penis pressed against her folds. She could already feel her lubrication dripping down across the head. With a singular moan from Christina, her mystery man began to press in. With a pop the large head stretcher her folds and entered into her love canal. It was electric how he worked it in. Once inside, he let just the head sit for a moment. Slowly, he started his advance. His dick slid in slowly, the feeling to Christina was exquisite. Her moans filled the cabin. Slowly, achingly slow for Christina's taste more and more of his tool slid into her. His gentle pace was a tease if anything else. Finally though, after several teasing moments, he stopped.

Christina was completely filled by him. Even so, she felt stretched out by his length, yet she felt no pain. If her mind wasn't fogged over, she would realize that her sex and his dick were nearly perfect for each other. In fact, they seemed to be molded to each other. He began to withdraw, ever so slowly. Every bump and ridge, vein, and crevice along his full length was felt. The tingles shook her body as his cock withdrew until just the head remained. Finally, his he was almost fully out with just the head remaining inside. He paused for just a few moments before reversing coursing and forcing the length back into her.

Each thrust was quickening, the long length of his cock and her dripping sex worked in harmony. She tightened when he withdrew, almost willing herself to suck his cock in and keep it there. Christina's body shook again, and her moans took on a guttural tone as she neared her big release. All her orgasms thus far, were small releases compared to what was to come. How many was it? 4? 5? It didn't matter.

Christina's cries filled the cabin, no doubt if anyone was around they would hear her pleasured screams. With one last push in, he pushed further than Christina ever thought possible. The large head hit the wall of her cervix and for a brief moment the very tip entered her womb. That's all it took for her. Her hands, which hand been gripping the bed all this time, thrashed about in orgasmic frenzy. Her entire body convulsed into one loud, long orgasmic scream. The feelings only intensified as she felt his penis swell up even further.

It was if time slowed down during her orgasm. Christina felt ever single sensation that was coming from her body. It was as if each nerve was on maximum output. She felt her sweat coming off her body, the few drops that came off and landed on her. The sway of her breasts as her entire body shook. Even the sheets below her. She could feel the veins that crisscrossed his length suddenly enlarge and his testicles, the big egg sized factories, suddenly pull up and close to his body. Time returned to normal again as his cock engorged, and fired. The spray of his hot seed deep into her body only increased the feeling that was inside her. Christina could feel each blast and swore she felt were it hit deep inside her womb.

Her ragged breathing came down, and she shuttered. Her orgasm felt like it went on for moments. Probably a few seconds, but she didn't care. The intensity was there, it was nothing like Christina had felt before. As her orgasm subsided, her vision began to clear. Her eyes began to focus again and she once again could take in her lover. He was still buried in her, despite the end of this erotic encounter. His face was still a mystery, but this time her eyes focused on his chest. The pendent she had a brief glimpse of earlier was now clear as day. The woven metal design looked much like her own, inset with a green cat's eye. As she felt herself start to fade from her dream she grasped at her chest feeling the cold metal of her own pendant on her skin.



Dream Lover



I sit in the chair by the bedside, watching you as you sleep. Your breath, slow and even and your body only half covered by the sheet and comforter. I see your dark nipples as they rise and fall in time with your breathing, your small breasts round and firm behind the exotic sleeping gown you bought for yourself in Asia last year. The sleeping tablet you had taken doing what it was prescribed for. 

I love to watch you as you sleep, your full lips slightly parted, the long lashes on your eyes as they flutter when you dream. Hearing you mumble lightly when it seems real to you in your dream state. I ease into the bed beside you and I see your dark nipples showing under the light fabric of the gown, the belt of it loosened a bit. Allowing me to slip my hand inside it so I may lightly molest the dark nipple with my fingertips. 

You feel it in your deep sleep but cannot awaken when it brings an erotic dream to your mind as you rest. I feel it harden under my light caress, your breathing becomes slightly irregular in your erotic sleeping state. Your lips part even further and I see your white even teeth as they do, you move slightly and your leg opens on one side trying to find a way to catch the lover in your dream. 

Your neatly trimmed bush is now available for my eyes to view if I wish to do so. A small flick of my hand and your lower body would be in sight, I slide the covers down slowly and see your shapely legs. The muscles in your calves always excite me, knowing how you work so hard to stay fit and firm for me.

I trace the line of the muscle with my fingertip and you shiver, goose bumps rise on your legs as you do. A slight smile comes to your lips, I wonder what your dream lover has said to make you so happy. I run my finger up towards your inner thigh, your legs open even more. You seem to be trying to draw your imaginary lover to you by showing him your charms.

"Yes!" I hear you say softly and your head rolls to the side the bangs of your shiny brown hair falls over one eye. If you only knew how sexy that is to me, you would never change it. I lean over and kiss your lips lightly, ever so lightly and smell your perfume. The smell intoxicates me, I want to take you in my arms and make love to you with all the passion a man can with the woman he loves. I resist the temptation.

My heart beats so loudly in my chest when I taste your lipstick, I am sure it will wake you, but it does not. I lay back on my elbow and watch as my finger traces the outline of your pubic hair. Your hips moved towards my finger in an effort to capture it. You fail, but I am far from done with you my love!

Your breathing has become more labored as you sleep, I take my hand away and hear you sigh, a sad sigh, even in your sleep you show more sensual feelings than any woman I could ever imagine. I watch as your breathing becomes slow and rhythmic again. I feel my erection staining to escape my clothing, No, not yet. I will release it from its confines later. I have more to do now.

I untie your sleeping gown and pull it open, exposing your beautiful dark tipped breasts to the nights air. I see small bumps on the aureolas form from the slight chill in the air, the nipples stand out and thicken as I gaze at them. I wish to be a part of you forever, never parting, but that will never happen.

I trace the dark circle on your breasts and you moan in your deep sleep, I feel you attempt to push your breast to my hand, wanting to feel the warmth of my palm as I lay it firmly on your small breast. I feel your heart beating under my palm, such a strong beating that it makes my heart yearn for you even more. I squeeze you softly and you gasp, and another small moan escapes your soft full lips.

Moving my mouth to it I softly take the hard nipple into my mouth, running my tongue around the nub of your nipple, taking it and pulling it with my warm lips. I feel you move, so I stop, not wanting to wake you, I want you to sleep, I want you to dream. You settle back to your deep sleep and I resume my oral manipulation on your tender breast.

Your breath comes faster as I nibble on your nipple, deeper breaths, the ones that tell me I am bringing you closer to what I want you to achieve. I take my mouth away and hear you say.

"No, don't stop. Mmm, it's so wonderful!" 

I love to hear you speak in your sleep, your voice always soft and almost husky from your excitement. I move my face to your sweet smelling thighs, you always put perfume on your legs. I lower my face and smell you, the musky odor seeping from you like the vaginal juice I see as the droplets form on your pink nether lips. I place my tongue on one, you feel my breath, warm on you and you sigh. Your legs open wider to let me have you, even in your sleep you want it to happen.

I taste you now, it only fuels my passion for you, feeds my desire to please you. I lick your thick outer lips and hear you moan, the warmth of my tongue spreading you open, it makes your hips squirm when you feel it. Your pink lips open for my tongue as I press them with enough force to spread them. I taste your wonderful nectar when my tongue enters you, only a fraction, just enough to tease you as you sleep.

I kiss your hard clit, giving it a small flick with the tip of my tongue. You move towards me, I hear you as your breathing stops, holding it momentarily and I feel you tense up, before exhaling it slowly. I stop again.

"Shhhh! Sleep my love, Sleep!" I say softly.

I feel your body as you relax and your breathing slows, then I kiss you again on your beautiful slit, I feel the heat as it comes from you, taste the fluid as it covers my yearning tongue. You are wetter now, so much wetter, if I could only crawl inside your mind and see what you see as you sleep, feel what you feel. Then and only then could I ever be complete, it saddens me to know that will never be.

I reach up and grasp your nipple, loving how it stays so hard for me as I touch you. Running my tongue the length of your slit again you moan lightly. I feel the bed as moves a bit. Your hand reaches and stops on my hair as I continue licking you, stopping only to taste your hard clit in my mouth before inserting my tongue inside you.

Your breath stops again only for a second, then your hips begin to rotate slowly, trying to get my tongue further into your love nest as I lick the inner walls of your wonderful pussy. I want so badly to strip my clothes off and take you, but this is not for me, No, tonight this is all for you.

Your breathing becoming deeper and more labored as your passion builds, even sleeping you are so passionate. Surely only a woman deeply in love could be this way. I know that my love for you has no bounds, I would give up everything for your love, even my life if it was needed for you to live happily.

I know your orgasm is not far from you now, I've done this so many times before. I feel your body as you tense up, your soft breathing quicker now, not so fast as to wake you though. I have practiced this for so long, you will always think of it as a dream, like you always have. I smile at myself as I feel your orgasm when it arrives, I taste your body fluids as they seep from your pussy. I inhale your fragrance, so musky, so wonderful tasting. If I had to, I know I could survive on your nectar, it would keep me alive, so that I may do this again and again for you, only you.

You orgasm is so subtle, that I barely feel your body move as you tremble, your legs vibrating slightly and the small gasp I hear are the only signs of your dreamlike orgasm, the one I wanted you to experience, the one you did experience.

Again I wonder what it is your dream of when you feel this, if there was anyway I could ever know it would make it worth every moment of my miserable existence worthwhile. Until then, I am happy to know that you are happily dreaming of you and your dream lover and that he is making this happen for you. You, even in your dream state, believing that he alone is responsible for this emotion you feel when you awaken.

Someday perhaps I will tell you, until then enjoy it my love. I could only do this for you. Knowing that you have had your orgasm, I slowly rise form the bed, my erection still begging for release, but not tonight, No my love, this has been all for you. Perhaps another night I will do it for me, but not tonight.

Standing above you, staring at your beautiful full lips I lean over and kiss you once more. I know you must taste your juices on my face as my tongue slides across your lips. Yes my love, surely you taste yourself and my love on your lips now.

I turn to leave the bedroom, to see your beautiful face once more before I leave you again. You lay there, a smile on you face, your husband laying by your side as I walk out of your lovely home. If only he knew what a wonderful lover you are and of our love for each other. Even if it is, Just in a dream!

Authors Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! 

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) 



Dream Lover



Its 4 a.m and I am sitting up in bed, reading a magazine when Wayne finally comes home from work.

“Damn 4 a.m. I’m sorry, love--I wanted to come to bed early tonight for a change.” Wayne pulls me close and kisses me, “I miss you and I wanted to make love to you all night.” 

“Its OK darling, I can always fuck you in the morning,” Kandie tells him. I roll over, set the radio to our favorite country music station, and let its music lull me to asleep. Wayne is asleep before his head hit the pillow.

I toss and turn then look at the clock--4:30 a.m. I put on the headphones in my ears and switch on the audio book. That's what always makes me sleepy? I lose interest in the story and shut if off. My body is just too excited for sleep.

I quietly climb out of bed, walk over to my computer and click it on, “Maybe tonight I will find someone exciting to talk to online.” I surf through several chatrooms and talk to a few people, but the conversation is not too exciting.

My erect nipples tingle as they brush against the soft fabric of my night-shirt. I place my hand between my legs and feel the dampness; I slide my finger under my panties, slowly stroking my clit. I whisper softly,”OOOH this feels good!” 

I get up and walk toward the bathroom to pick up a few things I need--my favorite toy: a 10 inch Meglite, some Vaseline, a towel, and my full-length mirror.

I lay the items on the sofa then turn the radio to my favorite music station, letting the soft music serenade my senses.

I put the mirror on the floor, adjusting it slightly so I can see my whole body. I love to masturbate and get more excited when I watch myself. My eyes widened in excitement. “Oh baby, you look so sexy!”

I remove my night-shirt, feeling my nipples harden more as the cool air caresses them. Taking my nipples between my fingers, I roll and pinch then hard, “MMMMMMM!” I bring each one to my lips, suck it hard then bite it gently sending a tingling sensation directly to the center of my pussy.

I look up into the mirror and spread my legs wide. My whole pussy glistens with anticipation. My fingers spread my labia apart and gasp, “OH my, your so wet and sexy, baby!”

Slowly, I caress my clit--teasing and rubbing it softly before I slide two fingers deep inside me, making my whole body shake with excitement.

I close my eyes as I roll and pinch my clit with my free hand feeling it swell and throb under my touch.

I once again fantasize that my dream lover is really here making love to me. “Oh dream lover fuck me!" 

I pump my fingers in and out of my pussy harder, feeling my muscles grip them like a small cock, shoving one, then place all four fingers in my pussy fuck hard feeling myjuices cover my whole hand.

I finger fuck my pussy hard, stopping only long enough to lick the sweet juices from my fingers then before I reinsert them over and over, driving myself closer to climax.

As I watch my wet throbbing clit in the mirror, I purr, “It’s time for this baby to cum hard!”

As the fingers of my left handrs fuck my pussy hard, the fingers of my right hand rubs and tease at my clit. I feel the juices begin to run down my legs. “Fuck me, my dream lover--fuck me hard!” My breathing quickens, I pinch my clit hard, “Oh fuck, I am cumming!"

I bring my cum-covered hand to my lips and lick off my sweet cum. I wink at my reflection in the mirror watching my swollen clit throb hard as if to say, “I am not done having fun yet, lets cum again baby!”

The hairs on the back of my neck stiffen; it feels like someone is watching me. I quickly glance around the room and do not see anyone, “I wish it was you watching me, my dream lover!”

I spread Vaseline on my 10 inch Meglite and slowly insert it into my pussy, slowly fucking myself in and out harder with each thrust, stretching my pussy to the limits. Quivering with anticipation, I shove the light deeper. The big two-inch diameter is electrifying as it rubs against my g-spot. “Oooooh yesssssss,” I scream.

“Dream lover, fuck me! I want to feel your lips and tongue encircling my clit and sucking it hard, as you slide the light deeper into my wanting pussy.” My pussy starts milking the light hard, making me shake hard on the verge of climax.

I watch myself in the mirror as my pussy spasms, trying to engulf the whole light inside. He shoves the light in harder, deeper, and then faster while my pussy milks at his cock. “Ooooh Yesss,” I scream as I cum hard again.

"Oh yes! Dream lover, fuck me deep and hard, ahhhhhh yes watch me cum!”

Suddenly I feel someone’s hand caress my thigh, he responds--“I am here, my love, spread your legs wide so I can eat every part of that delicious pussy!”

When I look down, I gasp in amazement; my dream lover has come to life and is kneeling between my legs. “Oh yes, eat me,” I uttered.

“Oh that’s it, just like that…oooooooh please don’t stop!” As his fingers spread my labia, his tongue drives me crazy with desire.

“Lover, do you like the way I make your pussy purr?” my lover questioned.

“Oh yes! Please do not stop what you’re doing--eat me!”

I start shaking hard when he sucks my clit and takes it between his lips, biting it gently as a surge of electricity goes from my clit to his lips.

“Oh my baby, you taste so good! I could eat your pussy for hours.”

“Oh my dream lover, do not stop...Oh fuck baby make me cum! “

He buries his face deep in my pussy, letting his tongue encircle my clit as he shoves three fingers deep inside. “OOH fuck, yes, Ahhh that’s it just like that, lover...Oh my I am going to cum!”

“Oh my baby, cum for me, fill my mouth with your sweet nectar!” He pants.

My dream lover looks up and me and gasps, “Wow baby! I love watching a woman bite and suck her own nipples; I think that is so sexy!”

I take each one of my nipple into my mouth and bite it then suck on it hard, one then the other, feeling myself on the edge of an earth-shattering climax. “Oh yes my darling, I am going to cum!”

He bites my clit hard and my body stiffens, “Baby, oooh fuck…yes!“ A gush of my warm sweet cum fills his mouth.

“I just can’t get enough of your sweet nectar. “ 

He licks at his lips then sits beside me on the sofa, drawing me close as our lips meet, sharing a deep passionate kiss.

I close my eyes as we kiss deep and hard. I am glad my dream lover is here. "I love you Dream Lover!"

“Yes Baby, I’m here!” He leans over, licking and nibbling at my ear, whispering, “One good licking deserves another, sugar!”

“Oh yes, it does!” I kneel between his knees and grasp his hard cock in my hands, licking my lips hungrily as I gaze at the glistening precum on its tip. I lean forward, kissing and flicking the head of his cock with my tongue, “Oh my lover, you taste so delicious!”

“Suck me darling; take me deep and hard into your mouth.”

I stop sucking and look into is brown eyes, “I want to suck you hard and slow so I can taste every sweet inch of your cock, darling.“

I deep throat him, letting my lips brush softly again his pubic hairs, “Oh fuck, I love the way you suck my cock…that’s it, I love the way your tongue tickles my cock.”

I suck his cock hard as his hands grab my head, moving it up and down on his cock, “Darling, I am going to fill your sweet mouth with my cum!”

“Oh yes, Kandie, oh my Yessss, suck me harder baby!” His body stiffens. “I can't hold back any longer! Oh my sweet baby I am cumming!”

Eagerly, I swallow, lapping up every sweet drop of his cum. “Yummy, my dream lover, you taste so good!”

I get up to sit next to him and snuggle on the sofa. When I look around, I notice that I am alone. “Was this real or a dream?”

Then I close my eyes, reveling in the tingling afterglow of our wild sexy moment, suspended in time. Blowing a kiss through the air, I whisper to you, “I love you, my dream lover!” Now, I was ready for sleep.

XOXOX!.....Kandie



Dream Lover



After being released from a Montana prison my hopes of joining my lover was nothing shorter than a dream. Standing outside the prison gates where I done 10 long years with other women. Waiting for an hour and hoping that my dream lover hadn’t stood me up after all I’ve done for him once we were all alone, late at night, in the open bay when other prisoners were sleeping soundly to the sounds of each other’s headphones. Soft echoing sounds of another kind of music sent me into another dimension, another place and time, where only I could see and hear ringing within my ears the closer I came to the old oak desk. Brushing back my long thin blonde hair back over my ears, taming his savage appetite with my sexy walk, and eyes that weigh heavily on his mind. 

The very first time I engaged him was out on the yard where I was all sweaty and panty wet, sticking to me, from playing volleyball with some friends not to mention the way he would stare at me. Like he was undressing me behind those dark Polaroid’s that he wore that causes me to cum quickly. Then two weeks later I lay in bed with my careless eyes, thinking long and hard about this handsome man and what I could do to a specimen like him.

It wasn’t until late that night, third shift relieving the second shift, when I got all clammy and nervous about seeing him again. Like I was a virgin all over again when I looked him over, admiring his wife, slipping slowly my nervous fingers down the front of my bikini panty that was slightly exposed. I was never more a shambles and a glob of frustration as I was that night when he walked into the dark bay. Wondering if he’d noticed right away what I was doing to myself right in front of him, well, halfway down one of the isles anyway. Felt like a tone of bricks had suddenly fallen on top of me, stimulated by the darkness and the way he walked. Drawn into this web of deceit even more when I rub briskly to the way he leant over Mary, good friend, and inform her harshly to close her legs and pull down her white gown that all of us wore. 

I will never forget all the times we spent together, many times he would beg for me to lie atop my hard lumpy mattress and masturbate. Knowing in my mind he was jacking-off behind the desk, while watching me squirm in place and get my- self off with two fingers inside my panty. Often wishing were his two fingers and tease the middle-age man with a kind smile while I was screwing myself atop the covers as my weary eyes were all over him. 

I know I wasn’t the most intelligent girl he’d ever met, but having to help support a family of ten wasn’t easy, after my father deserted us when he fled the Country, taking up with a Filipino. Dropping out of school when I was but 15, getting a job at my age were nearly impossible. But when my older friend Sara told me about her job, how I can make fast cash. I become extremely interested in how she be- came a millionaire over night. Soon I was flashing my tits around, sleeping with any man, and returning home in the early morning hours; tired and worn out with pockets full of cash that would indeed help my mother that had no skills. 

It was like a fairy tail, guy meets girl, type of relationship that mounted into an open affair. Then telling me repeatedly how much he loves me while we were doing it in the shower, toilet, and even under his guard desk where I would crawl under and unfasten his loose gray trousers. Taking his massive hard cock that I love to wrap my fingers around to admire, envy, while his wife was asleep, all alone in the lovely home he would speak often of. Taking his enormous cock and working it around my curvy lips and pale cheeks to endure its smoothness and warmth. Admiring such strength and power to curve my appetite before inserting him deeply between my soft rosy lips to hear and vision my lover. Suckling my handsome lover with sharp licks and occasionally a bite to his cherry knob that always brought a smile to his face. 

It was indeed hard to believe that he could be a…no show! Especially after the way we carried ourselves on the yard, behind the cafeteria, kissing and hugging and even allowing his tiny fingers to retreat down my green pants that was issued to me by this fine establishment…hehe!

Letting his soft sweet lips to drain me. Cup my wet dark fiber. Even to go down on me while I try to keep my focus on any intruders that might pass by and notice our erotic behavior. Having him inside me was indeed a feeling I’ll never forget as long as I live. Having his sweet succulent lips feast upon my hairy vagina, and draw small circles inside me with his hard tongue was more then I can handle that felt so damn comforting. Wondering if he was dragging my love around, experiencing other women, laying them with me in mind or just laying them in an effort to pleasure each gal. 

Thinking back when everyone was fast asleep on their old lumpy mattress, and I moving slowly down the row of beds with my pussy throbbing and lips aching for his soft caresses. Then I would take down slowly my bikini panty, as I would stare deeply into his warm eyes with my teeth biting down hard onto my lower lip. Touching and feel my lovers soft black beard against my damp pink folds that always made me quiver all over. Especially when he would instruct me to sit on the edge of the desk so he could carefully open up my legs with both of his warm hands and gaze for what seemed hours into my moist, nude pussy. 

He was an amazing guy with a tool that would bring any woman to her knees and lick the sweat from his beautiful balls. But maybe it was that I gave him too much at one time, or perhaps he found out I was a prostitute on the streets that landed me here. What ever it is, I do wish he were here to soothe this throbbing inside of me that craves his blessed cock. Even though he was twice my age, twice intelligent as me, I still can feel his mighty sword burrowing inside my wet folds and indulging my naked breasts with both firm lips. Tracing my harden nipples of off brown with the tip of his tongue to enhance, entice me even more. 

But I think I can relax, knowing now he was using me, wondering if he indeed is taking my love to different towns and shedding his blessings onto other’s that too are simply a number. Thoughts of committing another crime rushes inside my frustrated noggin, somehow finding my way back into his arms. But realizing at a glance that I would be wasting my life on a dream if I were to return to a life of prison. Knowing I can find any man I want now, realizing he was simply a mere mirage as the moist tears smears my make-up. Walking down the familiar streets I grew up on, raining harder, pouring down onto my young carcass that begins to work inside the silky material. Hair was drenched; eyes burning from the streaked mascara, and exposing more than it should as a few handsome guys that walk by were exploring my nipples. 

It seems that I was lost, not on the road, but rather inside my head. Never have I felt so alone, so abandoned as I do right now. Following the winding path that I shouldn’t be taking as the rain begins to let up, leaving me damp and cold when my eyes scans the two cars parked in front of the humble estate he would tell me a lot about. Heart soaring to my throat, hands perspiring under my short silky skirt with printed flowers, and wanting to scale the tall white trellis and leap into the sack with him. Scorn his body, make him feel what I feel, then leave him alone to scorn his beautiful wife that lies before me wearing an orange two-piece to add to her tan body, the suns rays.

Suddenly I found myself rushing from one huge tree trunk to another, escaping the enemy with short almond hair and a body much greater than mine lying out under the sun that escapes the gray clouds. Finally I was facing the trellis that I know leads to his bedroom. Scaling, often looking over my shoulder, climbing higher and higher up the side of the two-story home like a young woman with a mission. Horny to fuck this man with well trim beard, lovely eyes, and a dong on him that I need to feel once more inside me.

After I’d located the window and lifted the heavy glass up my entire body felt waterlogged, felt weaken by his sudden presence. Lying naked before me on his backside with both eyes shut and the floor fan blowing his massive pubic hair around in circles. Lowering one bare foot to the hardwood floor, then the other while I stood before him with eyes wide open and a finger inside my damp hole.

Fondling myself beneath the wet short garment as my head moves slightly east and fingers moving deeper south. Then carefully I begin to undress myself with both evil eyes atop his cherry knob, shiny tip that begins to make my mouth water and teeth tremble. 

I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t help myself. He had spoiled me to the brink of obsession and dishonesty that reeks within my weary soul as I release the skirt to the floor. Standing here, inches from him, appearing horny, obligated to share my lust with such a man. Massaging my damp dark hairs with my palm and pinkie, desiring such wealth that I hadn’t felt in three long days. Studying him repeatedly while I unconsciously lower the twin strings, gradually exposing the jet-black filament that he use to enjoy touching and moving softly his wet tongue over.

Suddenly my intuition was telling me to leave at once before I get caught by the enemy and sent back to prison if I stay any longer. But my stubborn and deprive body took over my mind. Refusing to listen to my inner’s as the left knee follows quickly the right, pressing down onto the satin sheet, throbbing all over when I took hold of the man’s softness and move slowly the shiny tip across my panty to feel the magic again. Lowering the panty as I sat back on my knees to admire such a cock, seed maker if you will. Then combing my fiber with such a tool as I tingle all over to such a feeling, much desire for this instrument to begin stretching and extend outward another inch or two. Reluctant to leave until I was satisfied and relieved of this tension, this urge to swallow him whole. Until I saw the photo on the stand by the waterbed, picture of two human beings in love and dressed in white and black before the preacher. 

It was hard but I knew I couldn’t make him love me no matter how hard I get him or try to love. Pulling up my sexy panty and leaving his bed, down the trellis I went and regretting every second that I didn’t pursue more of him, take him inside me and bang the hell out of this man that used me. Dropping the remaining few feet, hurting myself when suddenly I was face to face with the enemy. She stood with both hands on her narrow tan hips that put my tan to shame, and then ask the question.

“You okay…hurt bad…why are you here?”

“I was taking a short cut home when I ran too fast I guess and stumble over the base of your trellis,” I said, legs spread apart and rubbing my sore ankle.

Sara helped me up and tosses one arm around her until I could almost reach a tit with one hand. Hobbling through the rear sliding doors I went and helped by their eldest son Peter to the kitchen table. Lad not quite my age and just as handsome as his father despite not having a beard. 

I studied briefly the bulge in his tight ass jeans and then thank both for aiding me even though neither one knew where I’d been. Sitting beside me was Peter as the grateful mother pass judgment on me with her eyes, knowing I’ve become quickly fond of her only son.

Peter suddenly laid his hand on my knee when Sara went to the icebox for some much-needed ice to control the swelling in my ankle. Just as she left the room to return with a rag or something Peter’s hand already scaled up my semi-dry skirt and onto my sexy panty.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, politely. 

“No.” Gradually raising up the hems of the shorten garment in order for Peter to examine the color of my panty.

“Why?” I replied, twisting one side of my hair around my finger and looking painfully sexy at this handsome stud. 

“No reason, just wanting to know if you are seeing anyone,” Peter added.

By now I was feeling mighty sinful from the touches I was receiving which lead me to believe he was interested in fucking me right now, at least seeing me nude or something.

“Do you want me to get you off?” I asked, hearing the man upstairs yelling out for his mate.

“Sure,” he said, uncertain of himself.

Planting my hand over his that was embedded in my silky bikini. Then working his fingers up and down, in and out, of my wet pussy. Holding onto his nervous hand tightly as I leant over to kiss his quivering lips and slide my tongue down his virgin throat.


Carefully I rub the outside of his tight trousers to get him hard enough to take him down my own throat. Fear of getting caught wasn’t exactly, but what was, was the size of Peter’s vital organ that appears to be larger then his father’s that I see from his out stretched pants. Then unfastening the tight britches, taking it out, looking up into his eyes just before inserting the magnificent tool of massive hardness on my knees and into my mouth. Moving his cherry tip across my lips, onto my titty nipple and then straight into my mouth where I begin to polish the head and suck hard the warm cock. Moving my head back and forth vigorously, wrapping my long locks around my ears, taking hold of his beautiful testicles and fondling them as I bite down softly on the wet knob.

Watching the lad’s gestures were like seeing his father’s the very first time I went down on him. Feeling his fingers in my hair was more enticing then ever; even the way he forces me deeper was a thrill by itself. Then after I made him cum, I too, was in dire need of fulfillment. 

After taking my panty off, chew my lower lip, and work my eyes all over this lad he became even more nervous. So I undo my top for him to gaze into my rounded breasts that were dying to be caressed by two hands, and place both my hands over each one, while I know the man upstairs was being satisfied by the little lady he spoke of often. Swaying my goddess like hips to entice the lad even more, to allow him to gaze upon my clitoris and pussy hair when I turn loose the shoulder straps. Eyes begging for satisfaction when I saw his huge penis standing upright, wondering how it would feel between my wet flaps. Then applying a soft warm kiss to his lips as I sat down, forcing his cock between my moist lips, feeding him harshly my tongue and to soothe my cravings of a mere lad that made me hurt and moan harshly that his father couldn’t accomplish. 

After we were through, I gave the lad a bold wink then left, hobbling noticeably on my sore ankle and never to return again to the house on 40th & Main.



Dream Lover



There was a knock at the door, I went over to the window to peek out and see who it was. It was a man in a dark blue uniform with a tool belt on and a clip board in hand. Damn, why do service men always come to your home when you are not prepared!?! "I'll be right there", I yelled. I ran to the bedroom to put on my robe and ran back to answer the door. 

As I slowly opened the door, sort of peeking to see if he was still there, all I could see was a 30-ish looking man, with dark brown hair that was slightly curly in the back and stopped at his shirt collar and the warmest looking blue eyes I had ever seen. He smiled and gave a slight wink.

Could this be real? A man, at my door with such rugged good looks and a cute smile, that it made me think that all I wanted to be wearing was a smile, his smile! "Stop thinking like that, you don't even know him!" Now having control of myself, I open the door all the way and smile back. 

"Good morning Miss, I am here to clean your furnace and replace the filter if needed before winter sets in." "I'm not sure why you are here though because I never called anyone about coming to do this." He says the guy I rent my house from always does this to make sure everything is in good shape and runs efficiently. Pretty good deal I thought, smart man!I step back to let him in and say okay.

So, I show him to the basement door and turn on the light so he can see his way down. I was doing my dishes when he came up the stairs and said he would be back in about half an hour to finish the job after he went to get some parts he needed. After he is out the door I think this would be a great time to get a shower before he gets back.

I grab some clothes and head for the bathroom. I slip out of my robe and step into the shower under the hot running water. As the water runs down over my body I think about that handsome repair man's smile. 

Standing there I was wondering how those lips would feel running down my body the same way the water was. Hot and wet, covering every inch of me, making me tingle. Grabbing the soap I start to wash, lathering up, feeling slippery and silky, gliding my hands over my chest. 

I close my eyes thinking of his hands running over me as mine were. Down my neck, slipping down touching my hardened nipples, playing with them, pinching them, sending shivers down my spine. 

My hand slides down further, searching for the spot I want him to find the most. Reaching the little patch of hair, rubbing it just a little before entering, my fingers sliding along the opening of my pussy.

I can't hold out, I'm too horny. I slide my fingers inside, it's so hot and wet. Sliding them in and out nearly to the beat of my racing heart. My moans were getting louder, I could hear myself begging for him to keep going, imaging that this wonderful service man called to my house was for my own personal enjoyment. 

I could picture him wearing nothing but his tool belt and a smile. As I approached my climax, practically screaming for him to make me cum, the shower curtain flies open and there is my handy "tool" man standing there, slightly embarrassed.

He tried to explain himself. "Uuummmm, I'm sorry, I heard you scream and and and then I heard you saying something about needing my tool and I just thought something was wrong or you needed my help and I ummmmmmm." I just stood there for a second and smiled. 

I told him I was screaming for him, I did need his "tool" and that the only thing wrong was that I was having all this fun alone, when what I really wanted was him. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the shower with me, ripping the buttons from his shirt as he tried to get his pants undone as quickly as possible.

He went for the tool belt to unhook it from around his waist and I grabbed his hands. "Please, leave it on for me, it turns me on like never before!!" He managed to finish getting his pants off along with his already soaked shirt and shoes and threw them all out of the shower and onto the floor. 

He kissed my body nearly head to toe. Then he ran his tongue up and down my neck, going down and around my already hardened nipples. He got down on his knees and began to run his tongue over my knee, up my thigh and slipped it right inside me.

Grabbing my ass to pull me in closer and slippng his tongue in me I could not help but grab onto his hair, as if to guide him into me. My knees felt weak with the excitement, it had been a long time since a man had taken the time to do these things to me. His tongue flittering against my clit, licking me in long hard strokes and then quickly slipping it inside me, so deep inside me I screamed for more. 

He ran his tongue back up and to my mouth, the power in his tongue was amazing! He pinned me against the shower wall, grabbed my thighs and lifted me onto his massive hard on. Wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in tight, riding up and down slowly moaning with every rise and fall. He whispered in my ear, "Is that all you need, Miss?", I said no, but then he asked again, "Excuse me Miss, but is that all you needed today?".

I opened my eyes and looked down to see my hands sitting in cold dish water, while I stood at the kitchen sink. It was all a dream, a very wet and wonderful day dream. I looked to the right and there was the sexy repair man standing, with clipboard in hand, he had just finished my furnace repairs. 

How unfair was that?! I showed him to the door and as he walked out, he turned to me and said, "And if you ever need my services again, just call and I will be glad to come over anytime". I thanked him and shut the door. I'm not very good with furnaces, but it shouldn't be too hard to break it so that it needs repairs again, right?



Dream Lover



Twice recently I've had a very explicit dream about you and I.

In it, we are both already naked and extremely aroused. You're laying on your back on my bed with me straddling your hips. Our bodies are not joined yet. I have my fingers linked with yours and our hands are resting on the pillow above your head so the top half of my body is just barely touching your chest. We are kissing passionately. I can feel your chest hair tickling my nipples in the most delicious way. I start to rock back and forth gently so I can enjoy the teasing on my nipples.  

But then I notice another part of your body touching mine very intimately between my legs. Your penis is very hard and very very hot and when I rock against you, it rubs deliciously over my most sensitive spot. I start to move more deliberately against you, sliding up and down the underside of your penis, enjoying the stimulation very much. I know you're enjoying it too if the look on your face is anything to go by! You're gazing up at me and I see nothing but pure love along with pleasure in your eyes and I know those things are mirrored in mine. 

I'm getting more and more moist the longer I move against you. I start to feel that I want you inside me more than anything in the entire world. But the devil in me wants to make the tease last a little bit longer. Your hips are starting to move now too, increasing the pressure against me. Everytime I slide down I moan against your lips. Then as I move back up your body, the tip of your penis is right at the entrance to my body. I hold myself there for a moment, undecided if I want to continue the stimulation I have been enjoying or have you deep inside my body. 

You make the decision for me by whispering... darling, I need to be inside you now. I move against you and slowly allow you to enter me. Very slowly and very gradually until you can go no further. I stop moving and we kiss passionately, our tongues playing. I can feel you inside me, an intense feeling of heat and extreme pleasure. My muscles tighten around you, flexing. 

I let go of your fingers and sit up, my hands resting on your chest. Our hips are moving slowly against each other. Your hands resting now on my knees and slowly moving up my thighs. Your gorgeous big hands slide up my sides and cup my breasts. Your thumbs brushing back and forth across my nipples that have become so hard and sensitive. I arch my back, pushing my breasts harder into your hands. 

You gently pinch my nipples making me gasp and jerk my hips against yours. You liked that reaction very much I can see. You do it again and again, just when I'm not expecting it and a jolt of pleasure shoots down to where our bodies are joined together. 


I raise myself until you almost leave my body, when a gentle pinch from your fingers on my nipples has me moaning and dropping again. We do this over and over again until I am almost mindless from the pleasure we are creating together. 

One of your hands moves down over my body, down to between my legs. Your thumb starts to rub gently over my clitoris, increasing the pleasure tenfold. The entire time our hips are moving slowly almost lazily against each other. One of my hands moves to cover yours still on my breast. My other hand drops to rest on your thigh, holding myself up because I am in danger of falling in a melted heap. 

A tingling starts at the point where your thumb is. You can feel my internal muscles tightening around you. We quicken our pace. Suddenly I start moaning and stop moving, my back arches and my eyes close. Your hands move to my hips and hold me tightly. You enter me hard and fast several more times and then your body stills, buried deep inside mine. We are both in the throws of a powerful orgasm together. 

I fall to your chest, both of us breathing heavily. Your arms wrap around me and we lay together still joined. Enjoying the feeling of total fulfillment, bliss and love we share for each other. 

I've woken from this and variations of this dream several times now, my body throbbing and feeling like it had just experienced that orgasm and wishing so much that we were together cuddling in the aftermath. One day we will make this dream a reality. 



Dream Lover



The early morning sun streamed through her window as a cool summer breeze blew gently across her lithe body. The slight breeze caused the sheets to slide slightly off of her, exposing her pert breasts to the sun. Her baby pink nipples rose proudly off her chest as they hardened in response to the change in temperature.

"Mmmm..." Rachelle moaned softly as she stretched her arms out across her large bed, her legs spreading slightly as she did this. 

Her half-asleep mind drifted to thoughts of him... her mystery lover. The object of her dreams was a handsome, young man with curly blond hair and a dazzling smile. She had seen her dream lover at a club and they had met briefly, but she hadn't been able to get much more than a phone number from him. She hoped to change that in the future though...

Thinking fondly of him, she began to get aroused. Her hands slid across the sheets until they reached her smooth hips. Sliding them slowly over the smooth skin, she teased her flat tummy with soft fingertips. Continuing upwards, her hands claimed her soft breasts. Fingers pinched and pulled lightly on hard nipples, as slim hips raised off of the bed. 

Rachelle groaned softly as she writhed on the bed. Her nipples were rock hard now, as she was really working them, pulling them upward and twisting them firmly.

"Oh, God..." She moaned deeply as she continued to tease herself.

Slender hands slid back down her body until they reached the center of her pleasure. Fingers played with the downy soft blond hair that framed her gorgeous pussy, fingertips barely brushing her baby soft lips. She kept her mound closely trimmed so she could enjoy the feeling of her own wetness on her lips.

Sighing loudly, she allowed one fingertip to gently slide between her pink pussy lips. She smiled as she felt the wetness of her pussy. Her sweet nectar was flowing freely, and knew she'd have to change the sheets later. The warm juices flowed smoothly and slid all the way down between her beautifully round ass cheeks, teasing her puckered asshole as they made their way to her bed sheets.

Moving a fingertip upward, she circled her hardening clit slowly. A broad smile spread across her face as she imagined her lover's tongue toying with the sensitive nub. Moving more urgently now, she began to flick her fingertip back and forth across her love button, raising her desire to a fever pitch.

"Oh yes... oh... lick my pussy..." she whispered between ragged breaths.

Tapping her fingertip against her clit caused shockwaves of pleasure to rocket through her body as she introduced her other hand into her playtime. Slipping a finger into her velvet folds, she curled that slender digit upwards and stroked her G-spot softly. The sounds of pleasure filled her bedroom as she humped her hips toward the ceiling in an effort to get her finger deeper into her pussy.

Thrusting her finger firmly into her wet cavern, she gasped as a mini-orgasm rocked her small body. Her juices increased their flow and caused her pussy to get super wet. This also caused the finger that was plunging into her pussy to slip slightly and graze her sensitive anus, which sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight up her spine.

Shocked at the feeling, Rachelle placed her finger back into her pussy and gathered more of her slickness onto the slim digit. Feeling naughty, she eased her finger out of her pussy and allowed it to slide downward until it came to rest on her most intimate place. Circling the tight ring, she pressed forward slightly and moaned as she felt the pressure. Gently she urged her finger forward and she gasped when the muscles relaxed and her fingertip slipped into her tight rear passage. Groaning, Rachelle pushed with urgency and eased her finger deep into her ass until it was fully inside her.

"Oh... oh... Yes... oh God... fuck my ass..." She moaned to her dream lover as she continued to slide her finger in and out of her tight, puckered anus.

Loving this new sensation, she resumed stroking her clit as she fingered her asshole. Increasing her speed, she raced closer and closer to her climax. Her small, supple body writhed and twisted on the bed as her fingers drove her higher and higher. She shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy and stroked her g-spot once as the finger in her ass went deep. 

That was all it took. Fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids and she screamed out in pleasure as a new sensation raced through her body. 

"This is it," she thought "this is what an orgasm feels like!!!"

She rode the wave of passion for as long as she could until finally she was spent. Easing the fingers out of her pussy and asshole, she surrendered herself to the softness of her bed. Raising herself up on an elbow, she looked toward the doorway and her breath caught in her throat.

"Good morning, Beautiful. Is there room for one more?"

It was her dream lover. He had found her.

"Yes there is, baby... yes there is..."

He made his way slowly over to the bed and...

"BBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!" The roar of an alarm clock cut through the morning air like a chainsaw.

"Oh damn..." she sighed, as she realized that her dream lover was still where he'd always been... lost in her dreams.



Dream Lover



Although my eyes are closed I know that it is not yet morning. But I’m half awake. I open my eyes a fraction, the soft pre-dawn light making it possible to just discern the outlines of the bedroom furniture.

As always I have been sleeping lying on my left side, my legs pressed together and my knees pulled up a fraction against my chest, my hands on the pillow in front of my face. It’s not time to get up yet. So why did I wake up?

Then I sense him. Lying behind me, his warm body pressing gently against mine. He is lying perfectly still, but I can feel his chest moving against my back as he is breathing softly.

Just as I am about to turn over to face him, his right arm reaches around my waist to keep me lying where I am. ”Don’t move!” he whispers.

I’m shifting against him, still wanting to turn over. ”Kiefer! How did you get here?” I ask. ”Why are you here?” My right hand moves down to cover the one holding me pinned down, stroking it with my fingertips.

I feel his hot breath against my neck as his mouth moves close to my ear. He whispers in his deep, rich voice, ”I want to make love to you ….”

His words send shivers down my spine and my heart skips a beat. He keeps caressing the nape of my neck with his mouth, kissing the sensitive skin very softly. Just breathing at it, making it tingle.

His arm lets go of my waist and again I try to turn around. ”No! Please don’t move yet ….” he begs me as his hand is sliding slowly up my side. I can feel his upper body moving back a fraction, enabling him to start kissing and licking his way over my neck and shoulders. Running his tongue over my skin. Creating a wet, burning trail.

Still kissing my back, he lets his hand stroke up and down my upper arm before moving it down to cup my breast. I tremble and my breathing is already a little ragged. His warm hand caresses my right breast gently, then moves to the left one below it. His fingertips circle and roll the nipples. Teasingly, slowly until they are so hard they are hurting.

Although I cannot turn around I still want to touch him, and I reach behind me to let my right hand run through his hair. He turns his face towards my palm, kissing and licking it before he takes my index finger into his mouth. He sucks at it gently, moving his head back and forth slowly to make my finger slide over his tongue, in and out between his lips.

His left hand is stroking my neck and shoulders, while the right leaves my breasts to slide downwards. Instinctively I suck in my stomach, trying in vain to make it flat and firm. ”Don’t do that,” he whispers from behind. ”You‘re perfect!” I exhale and let my muscles relax again, just enjoying his touch.

As his hand makes its way in slow circles over my stomach, I reach behind me again. I slip my hand under his arm so that I can touch his back. I let my hand slide lightly over the warm skin, trying to reach as much of him as possible, and I can feel the muscles moving under my palm.

Now his hand has reached my hip and rests there for a moment as he lifts his head again, kissing from my shoulder and up the side of my neck, delicately licking my ear. Then his hand continues its slow travel down my thigh, his nails raking the skin very gently as he strokes up and down. The front, the side, the back. Soon the skin feels as if it was burning.

But my pussy is burning, too, and I want him to touch it. I dare not ask him, but I shift my right hand from his back to his stomach. I spread my fingers to cover as much skin as possible when I let them slide through the trail of soft hair down towards his crotch. I reach his pubic hair and let my fingers come to rest there.

He moves back a little to allow my hand to reach its destination. Deciding to pay him back for playing with me, I move my hand upwards in stead, just stroking my palm over his hip. But finally I can’t wait anymore, and I let my hand go back down to touch his cock. I have felt it slowly swelling against my buttocks while he has been caressing me, and now it feels like a burning rod of iron against my palm.

He sighs with pleasure as I begin to move my hand along the shaft. Not yet stroking it, just a feathery touch against the skin. At last I feel his right hand moving in the direction I want it to. It slides from my hip and down over my buttocks, and finally he is touching my pussy from behind.

Our hands are rubbing against each other. My hand keeps running gently up and down his cock, while he lets his fingers tickle my labiae and the inside of my thighs. After teasing me like that for a while he spreads my lips with his fingers, opening my pussy so that he can stroke the entrance directly.

He lets two fingers slip inside me to lubricate them in the juices flowing there, then presses his hand between my legs to reach my still hidden clit. When his moist fingertips find it and begin to rub at it, it feels as if my lower body has caught fire and I moan loudly. This makes him rub faster, directly at my swollen, aching clit and along the slit of my pussy.

My hand begins to stroke him with more force, circling the sensitive head before returning to the base of the cock, where I manage to let my fingertips caress his tight balls without letting go of the shaft. I take hold of the cock and try to guide it towards my pussy, but he only allows it to nest along the cleavage between my buttocks.

I turn my head, trying to look back at him as he is lying there behind me. Resting on his left elbow and still letting his right hand slide teasingly all over my pussy, now and again inserting two fingers and rotating them inside me, rubbing against the sides. I cannot see his face, but I pant, ”Please! Stop playing with me. I want you inside me!” I arch my back to press my dripping pussy against his crotch, letting go of his cock to grab his ass cheek, pressing it against me to force him to enter me.

At last he gives in. His right hand returns to my hip briefly, then takes hold of my upper cheek, spreading my buttocks as wide as possible to ease his entrance into me. I hold my breath as I feel the cock head against my labiae, and then he starts pressing against me.

When he enters me it almost hurts, and I cannot stop myself from whimpering a little. But it’s a good pain, a wonderful, sizzling pain that makes my pussy pulse.

”Oh God, you’re so tight!” he groans as he continues to slide his cock very carefully into me. When he reaches the bottom of my pussy, he waits for a moment to let us both catch our breath before he starts moving slowly in and out of my soaking wet cave. His arm returns to hold me around the waist, pressing me against him.

I crane my neck to lean back against his shoulder. ”No, you’re big .…” I gasp. His movements inside me make goose bumps form all over my body and my pulse is racing. Again I place my right hand on his ass cheek, pushing him against me in an attempt to make him go faster. As my pussy gradually expands, adjusting to his girth, he is able to thrust more forcefully into me with increasing speed. I’m clutching the pillow under my head with both hands now, pressing my face down into it. Moaning and whimpering with pleasure.

He takes hold of my upper knee, lifting my leg to let it straddle his thigh. My pussy opens, allowing him to push even deeper. His right hand that was holding my waist moves down to my clit. He caresses it slowly, his fingers getting more and more wet from the juices running out of me. As I groan and press against his hand he rubs harder, a rhythm developing between his fingertips stroking my clit and his cock ramming into me from behind.

He slips his right arm under my thigh, lifting my leg up and holding it there. My knee is pointed towards the ceiling and my body twisted at the waist, so that I’m lying partially on my back. Now my pussy is stretched as wide as possible, and he hammers into me so forcefully that I would be pushed down from the bed, had his arm around my leg not been holding me in place. 

Finally I’m able to lift my head and look at him. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, as his hips thrust rapidly against me. I reach up to take him by the nape of the neck, drawing him down towards me. Still holding my leg, he bends his head to kiss my breast. Letting his tongue swirl around the hard nipple, then sucking it into his mouth and biting it gently.

I close my eyes, letting my head fall back on the pillow, but still holding on to him. I feel dizzy, my head is spinning. The pounding of his cock in and out of me, his hand caressing the inside of my thigh as he holds my leg lifted high, his hot lips and tongue playing over my breast ….

Then he suddenly stops his thrusting and pulls his cock from my pussy. I cry out and try to hold him pressed against me, but hi is only moving down to kneel between my legs. Gently turning me to lie flat on my back and pushing a pillow under my buttocks, raising my pussy towards him.

He bends down to kiss my inner thighs, his tongue then licking upwards to slide along my swollen, wet labiae. His lips close over my clit and suck it into his mouth, and I have to bite down on my lower lip to avoid screaming. His tongue is lapping all over my pussy for a short while, but then he gets up on his knees again.

He looks down at me, raw lust burning in his eyes, his sweat-covered chest heaving with his rapid breath. ”I’m sorry. I just cannot wait any longer,” he pants.

He spreads his legs a little and takes hold of my hips, lifting my pussy up against him. Again he drives his cock in and starts fucking me. Slowly at first, but when I lift my knees towards my chest, holding my legs high with my hands, he grabs me around the waist and hammers into me so that I’m knocked upwards in the bed with each thrust.

His cock is grinding against the inner walls of my pussy, and it feels as if his pounding were reaching all the way up to touch my diaphragm. The back of my head is pressed down hard against the pillow, my mouth is wide open as I gasp for air, flashes of light are dancing before me when I close my eyes.

He lets himself slide down to cover my body, and I lower my legs to lie with my knees slightly bent, the soles of my feet pressed against the sheets. His right hand slips under my head, holding me gently by the nape of my neck. Now he is moving slowly, circling his hips slightly each time he enters me to make the shaft of his cock press even more firmly against the inside of my pussy.

He bends down to kiss me for the first time. His mouth barely touches mine, his tongue flicking over my lips, sucking them into his mouth briefly. His left hand is caressing my face, then sliding slowly down my neck to my breast. Kneading it softly and rolling the hard nipple between his fingertips.

Then he suddenly slams his open mouth down on mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Kissing me so hard it feels as if he was trying to eat me. He lifts his upper body, leaning on his left arm, his clenched fist pressed down against the bed next to my hip.

At the same time he picks up the pace again, ramming into me forcefully. He is tilting his hips with each thrust to make the base of his cock rub against my clit. I raise my buttocks to meet his downwards pumping, running my hands up and down his back, pressing him against me.

His head has been bent as he is groaning with each thrust, but now he lifts his face again to lock eyes with me. Just like mine, his face is flushed and covered with sweat. We are both panting raggedly as we move against each other. I reach up to clasp his shoulders, digging my nails into the flesh, as I feel my orgasm building.

I can see by the look in his eyes that he is close to cuming, too. He collapses to lie on top of me again, pressing his face against my neck, biting me. He is still hammering into me, more slowly now but as deeply as possible. He gasps, ”Cum! Cum with me …!”

He thrusts into me a few more times, and then I feel his body tensing up. A shudder runs through him and his back is arched as he moans out loud, cuming deep inside me.

As I look up at him, watching the signs of almost excruciating pleasure on his face, my own body starts trembling. Hot mercury waves explode in my pussy and roll through me. I cry out, enfolding his body with my arms and legs, pressing him against me. I can feel his chest heaving, his heart pounding against me, his hands stroking gently up and down my sides.

But then he is slowly fading away, the pressure of his body against mine gradually diminishing. Almost in panic I’m grabbing at him, but my hands encounter only the warm, sweet-smelling air lingering around me.

”No! Don’t go yet!” I’m panting. My whole body is still burning with that terrible, delightful fire, my legs cramping and my heart racing. ”Stay with me!”

”I’ll always be with you,” his soft voice whispers. ”In your dreams ….”

* * * * * * * *

I’m jolted awake by the sound of the alarm clock. Quickly I stretch out one hand to stop it. My eyes still closed, my hand moves back to join the other. Pressing against my pussy as the last, spasmodic trembling of the orgasm subsides. I stay like that for a long time, crouched into a fetal position and just breathing deeply as my heartbeat returns to normal.

An anxious ”Miaow?” makes me open my eyes to look at the cat sitting next to me with her head slightly tilted, pawing at me as if asking me if I’m all right.

”Hi, Silla!” I mumble, lifting my hand to scratch behind her ear. ”It’s OK. Mommy was just dreaming. You think we should get up and fix some breakfast?” She moves closer to my face, rubbing the top of her head against my chin, purring softly. 



Dream Lover



Slowly my eyes flutter open as I awaken from my slumber. I feel my lover spooned up behind me, his strong arm hugging around my waist, his warm breath blowing on the back of my neck. I lie very still, savoring this moment. He begins to stir, pulling me even closer to him. His soft lips pressing against my flesh as he tenderly kisses my bare shoulder. "Are you awake, my love?" he whispers in my ear. 

"Good morning, sunshine," I chuckle, turning so I can face him. Reaching up, I gently caress his rugged cheek. "You need a shave." I tease.

"Why? I thought you liked the bum look." wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me to him in a tight embrace. Gazing deeply into those deep blue eyes, I lean to kiss him lightly. He presses his lips to mine, kissing me passionately, gently pressing me against the bed, onto my back. Those strong masculine hands trailing along my shoulder, down over my chest, lingering at my breast. Our kiss intensifying as he gently circles my erect nipple with his finger, teasingly. Slowly, he moves his kisses down my chin, along my throat. Gently cupping my breast in his hand, he leans his head down, covering my nipple with his warm lips. I feel him circling it with his tongue, gently nibbling with his teeth. I run my fingers through his hair, moaning softly. 

His hands moving along my body, searching for my most intimate places. Caressing him as he covers every inch of my body with soft passionate kisses. Our eyes lock as he trails the tip of his tongue along my tummy, up to gently kiss the nipple of each breast, continuing up to press his fiery lips to mine, kissing me madly.

I wrap my long smooth legs around his waist, pulling him to me. His cock, hard and erect, pressing the opening of my sex. Moaning as he slides his hard shaft in and out of me. I bring my hips up to meet with his, matching him thrust for thrust. Running my nails down along his back, squeezing his waist with my legs, kissing each other passionately as we give into our lust. 

I roll him over onto his back, straddling over him, his pulsating cock still deep inside of me. I bring his arms up over his head, holding onto his wrists. Slowly, teasingly, I slide his cock in and out of me, using my muscles to gently squeeze his cock as it slides in deeper. Leaning down, I lightly trail the tip of my tongue over his lips, pulling back as he tries to kiss me. He groans as I grind my pussy down on him.

Suddenly, he sits up, pushing me back onto the bed. Driving his rock hard shaft deep inside me. My orgasm building inside me, verges on the breaking point. I rake my nails down along his back, leaving dark red furrows. I scream out in ecstasy as we both hit our climax together. Roughly, he presses his lips to mine as he spills his seed into my quivering pussy. 

He collapses on top of me, holding me close as we gasp for breath. He lifts his head, gazes deeply into my eyes. "I love you."

My eyes flutter open, it's morning. I turn to lie on my back, stretching my hand along the empty spot next to me in bed. "I love you, too." sighing as I slowly crawl out of my bed and stumble into my bathroom. Standing in the shower, the hot steamy water pounding on my back, I recall each exquisite detail of my dream. I can still feel his hands roaming over my body, can still taste his sweet kiss. How I long for him to be more than just a fantasy I dream about. 

I've been talking with Chris for over three years online. Though we've sent pictures of ourselves to one another, we have never ventured to a call on the phone or dared to visit one another. Ours is strictly an online romance, there is nothing physical between us except for the pain I feel when I come to the realization that I will never feel his arms around me, I will never know the thrill of our first kiss, I shall never experience the ultimate pleasure of making love to him, only in my dreams.

I towel off and slip into a pair of faded jeans and an old gray sweatshirt, pulling my long chestnut hair back in a ponytail. I don't even bother with any makeup, what's the point of it anyway. I make my way into the kitchen and start the coffee maker. I head to the door of my small one bedroom apartment to get the paper that's usually waiting for me in the hall, compliments of the land lord. 

I thrust open the door and scream from surprise. There, standing with my paper in his hand, is Chris, his hand still in the air in mid knock. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." he jumped almost as high as I did when I screamed. "You didn't give me a chance to knock. Ummmm... here's your paper." Chris chuckled nervously, handing me the paper.

"W-w-what are you doing here?" I stammer, still standing in the doorway.

"I needed to see you. I thought... maybe it was time." he was just as I dreamed he would be, he was so handsome. "May I come in?" he asked nodding toward my apartment.

"Oh, my gosh... yes... yes come in." embarrassed that I was just standing there gawking at him. I step to the side to let him in. "I just wasn't expecting to see you there, I'm still in a bit of shock." I manage a shaky giggle. I lead him into my kitchen and offer him a cup of coffee. All morning we sat at my kitchen table and talked. I must have sounded like the village idiot the way I babbled on and on. I couldn't believe it, after all this time, here he is, in my house. My heart was beating so hard I was afraid it would burst right out of my chest.

Chris reached over and took my hand and for a moment there was nothing but a long comfortable silence between us. Those damned blue eyes of his, gazing deep into my very soul. "Morgan, I love you. I... I just needed to see you. I ..." slowly his hand reaches up to caress my cheek, cupping my face in his hand. "I need to see you, to touch you. Baby, I need to be with you." his voice barely above a whisper. He slowly moves closer to me, his hand gently pulling me towards him. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I feel his soft perfect lips press against mine, kissing me so tenderly. Pulling me to a standing position, never once breaking our breathtaking kiss, he scoops me into his strong arms and carries me into my bedroom. 

Ever so careful he sets me down upon my bed, kneeling in front of me. His hands slowly caressing down my sides to take hold of my sweatshirt, lifting it up and over my head. Gazing at me lovingly, he gathers me in his arms, hugging me close, his head resting on my breasts. I run my fingers through his hair as I cradle him close, I am certain he can feel my heart beating against his cheek.

Oh how I've waited for this moment, my dream is about to become a reality. Chris is here, he loves me, and I love him more than I could ever put into words. Cupping his face in my hands, I lean down to kiss him softly but passionately. My heart is full, I am happy beyond words for my dream lover has come home.



Dream Lover



I could feel his presence. He was close, but I couldn't see him. I was in a large, open space. I wasn't sure exactly where. I was surrounded by thick, gray fog that threatened to choke me with each breath I took. 

"Hello?" I yelled, but received no answer. I heard footsteps, but couldn't tell which way they were coming from. I could feel my heart start to pound. My body shivered from both fear and the sudden chill in the air. 

The footsteps grew louder as they came closer and closer. "Who's there?" I yelled, but still no response. I then felt a hand slowly move up my arm and tightly grip my shoulder. My breathing became faster and heavier as I became completely consumed with fear. My heart was pounding so loud in my ears that I could barely hear the sobs and whimpers escaping my mouth.

Then, with a force that almost knocked me off my feet, the hand turned me around. First, only a tall, dark shadow stood before me. I slowly began to see what was in front of me as the fog cleared away from him. He was tall, maybe 6 feet and had shoulder length, black hair. His skin was slightly pale and his cheeks had a tinge of pinkish red in them. He had full, red lips, but what struck me most were his eyes. Pale blue, and seemed as though they pierced my very soul. 

I was frozen with terror. My mind was racing, wondering; who this man was and what did he need from me. Yes, I knew he needed me. Suddenly, I hear his voice within me, from my very soul. "Hush my child. No harm will come to you." A breathless whisper and all my fears instantly vanished. All I could do was gaze into those beautiful pale blue eyes. I suddenly felt the urge to go to him and let him take me. 

As if my feet and legs had a will of their own, they slowly started taking me closer to him. My hands pulled my long, dark hair away from my neck and I tilted my head slightly, exposing my bare flesh. It was as if I was being willed to do it and had no power to stop it. 

The man leaned in to me, down to my neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. As he exhaled, he let out a soft moan as if he'd smelled the most wonderful scent in his life. His hands came up to my breasts, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples through the fabric of my tank top. I could feel them become hard as he took them between his thumb and finger and squeezed and pulled on them gently, making me gasp.

He lifted my shirt just above my breasts and seemed pleased that I wasn't wearing a bra. He bent down and took one mound into his mouth, teasing and flicking my nub with his tongue. My hands went to his head, pulling him to me. He slid his hand down my shorts, feeling the wetness through my panties. He took his mouth away from my chest and stared at me, enjoying the pleasure on my face. 

He then pulled my panties aside with his fingers and started rubbing my clit. My gasps became moans, feeling the ecstasy welling up within my belly. I lifted my head so I was staring straight into his eyes. "Make love to me." I whispered. My body ached to feel him inside me. 

He continued rubbing my clit a few more moments before shoving his finger deep inside me. My legs became weak and I had to grab hold of his shoulders to keep from falling. He bent down and once again took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his warm tongue, still shoving his finger inside me faster and harder. 

My moans became screams and my body stiffened just as I was about to explode my hot cum onto his hand, but before I could, he quickly pulled his hand out of my shorts sending waves of ache, longing and disappointment flowing threw me. He brought his hand up to his nose, inhaling deeply then licking my juices off of it, smiling as he did so. I could see two pointed and very sharp looking incisors protruding from his gums.

He then leaned down, kissed me softly, and said, "I will make love to you, my sweet angel. Soon." With that, he slowly started to fade away. I felt extreme sadness and pain grow inside me. "NO!" I yelled. "Please, don't leave me!" but he was gone.

My eyes shot open and I was back in my bed. "Just a dream." I said as I rolled over to look at the clock. It was almost 6:30 am. I had to be up at seven to get ready for work so decided to just stay up. It wasn't the first time I had the dream. I've had it off and on throughout most of my adult life, but it was still rather disconcerting. 

While working at the local movie theater, I tried putting the dream out of my head and forgetting about it, but like all the other times I had that dream, I could still feel that urgent longing for him. Needing to feel his touch and his hot breath on my neck. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about it. His eyes were what I remembered the most. His beautiful, pale blue eyes.

My day was almost over at work. It had been slow and long and I couldn't wait to get out of there. I was getting my things together and waiting for the next person to take my place at the concession stand when a man came up to the counter. "What can I get ya?" I asked without looking up. Then, just as in my dream, I heard his voice whisper within me only this time he said my name. "Sarah." 

I froze and my heart started to pound. My eyes slowly looked up at the man in front of the counter and I almost fainted. There he was. The man from my dream. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out. He reached over the counter and took my hand. "It's ok, Sarah." He said using his actual voice. "As I said before, I will not harm you." 

My pulse began to slow, my fear melted away and I became entranced by him once again. My eyes were locked on his and I felt that strong urge to let him take me again. He pulled me by the hand around the counter, his eyes never leaving mine, pulling me close. "Sleep, my angel." He whispered in my ear and then I was enveloped by darkness.

When I awoke, I found myself in a large bed with black, satin sheets. The room was small and there were very few items in it. As well as the bed, there was a large dresser and two bedside tables. The walls were painted a dark shade of purple and there were long black drapes covering two windows. The room was fairly dark except for two lit red pillar candles that were on the tables. 

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw something out the corner of my eye. I turned my head slightly and was stunned by what I saw. The man from my dream, and who had apparently kidnapped me, was lying next to me. He appeared to be asleep so I just lay there, motionless, fearing if I tried to move, he would wake up.

Soon, my fear was replaced by curiosity, intrigue and longing. I remembered how he made me felt in my dream and at the theater. No one had ever made me feel that way before. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. There was something so beautifully mysterious about him. He looked so peaceful in his slumber; I didn't want to wake him. He was on his back, head tilted slightly towards me. I watched his chest move up and down in a slow rhythm. He had on a tight red shirt that clung to his toned muscles, and black jeans. His lips looked so lush, I felt an urge to kiss them, to feel their softness on mine. 

I reached over and swept a lock of his black hair from his brow. Then, slowly, I leaned into him, placing my lips on his for just a moment. I felt a shock wave flow through me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I leaned in again and kissed him longer this time. My hand went to his cheek, caressing it as I continued to place soft kisses. I wanted to stop by my longing for him wouldn't let me. 

I then felt him start to kiss me back. I was startled for a moment, but was quickly consumed with the pure passion emanating from him. His lips parted slightly and his tongue slipped out, lightly licking my lips. I gasped at the sensation and opened my mouth, wanting his tongue to invade it. 

His hand slid up my leg to my waist, pulling me closer until I was almost on top of him. Our tongues danced together for what seemed like an eternity. My hand moved down his cheek and down to his groin. I rubbed the growing bulge, feeling it stir beneath my hand. I could feel the wetness start so seep out from between my legs and my clit started to throb. My body ached for him. Wanting, needing to feel his manhood inside me. 

As if understanding my desires, he pushed me onto my back. I thought I was going to suffocate from his weight pressing down on me, flattening my breasts between us. We lay there for a long moment, embracing, kissing, our hands roaming. He sat up and started unbuttoning my shirt. He pulled me up so it was easier to slip off my shoulders and then he went to work on my bra. Unfastening it then pulling it free from my chest. My breasts fell slightly, my nipples stood erect as if happy to finally be free from their restraint. 

He cupped them in his hands, caressing them, kneading them gently. Tweaking the nubs between his finger and thumb. He bent down and sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it then lightly grazing over it, alternating, one, then the other and back again. I felt like I was in heaven. The slightest touch of him made my skin tingle, my pulse race, sent a fire coursing through me that only he could extinguish. 

I laid back down. I felt like I was floating with all the different sensations that were flowing through me. I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my snatch. Oh how I wished he would give it to me, but he continued his torture. 

He slowly moved down my body, licking and nibbling, pausing to give my navel some attention. When he reached my pants, he undid them and I raised my hips so he could slide them and my thong off. Then he continued his journey down until he reached he prize. He seemed pleasantly surprised to see I was shaved clean. 

He stayed there, hovering inches away from my pussy. He just stared at it as if it were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Each breath he exhaled made my clit jump. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. He then lifted my legs onto his shoulders and sucked my hard pebble into his mouth, licking it, teasing it with his tongue. 

My moans and gasps filled the room as he slid a finger in my cat, then another. Sliding them in and out, coating his fingers with my juices. He flicked his tongue on my clit in rhythm with his fingers, getting faster and faster. I could feel the burning in my belly, my muscles tensed and I let out a long cry of great relief as my orgasm rocked my body from head to toe. 

He crawled his way back up to my face, kissing me, letting me taste the sweetness of my cum on his lips and tongue. I needed him more then than ever. I started working his shirt out of his pants. He sat up and took it the rest of the way off. He then got off the bed and took his pants off. I sat up and felt a tingle in my pussy seeing his beautiful cock pointing at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, wondering what it felt like, what it tasted like. 

I wrapped my hand around it, slowly stroking, rubbing my thumb around the thick head. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tiny hole. My mouth began to water, wanting to taste it. Sticking my tongue out, I licked it off. He tasted so good and I wanted to taste more. 

I continued pumping his shaft while I wrapped my lips around his mushroom, sucking, swirling my tongue around it. Soft moans came from deep inside his throat. I slowly slid my mouth further down his manhood, sucking a little harder, bobbing my head a little faster. I started massaging his balls, gently squeezing them, tickling them with my nails. His hand went to the back of my head and he started to fuck my mouth. 

His moans became more urgent and he started bucking his hips wildly. He let out one loud moan and then I felt the warm stickiness of his cum shoot into my mouth. I continued sucking him, swallowing every bit. I didn't want to lose a single drop. When he was finished, he climbed back onto the bed and collapsed onto his back. I gave him a few minutes to rest before going back to work on him. Oh, no. I wasn't finished yet. 

I leaned down and took him back in my mouth, my tongue swirling, my head moving up and down slowly. I could feel it stiffening. What a wonderful feeling. When he was hard again, I got on top of him, straddled him and slowly lowered myself, feeling his massive member part my soaked lips and glide against my velvety walls.

I began rocking my hips, feeling him touch my most sensitive spot deep inside me and it drove me wild. I rode him faster and harder, reached around to play with his balls, my tits bouncing around. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me with all his might. 

He then rolled us over so he was on top of me. He put his arms under my legs, lifting them more as he pounded into my love box with fierce passion. My screams and cries of pleasure echoed off the walls. He bent down and started kissing me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. I thought I felt a sharp prick on my lip and tongue, but was too far into the moment to think about it. All I wanted, all I needed was for this moment to last forever. 

He fed my pussy his dick a few more times then we both exploded in ecstasy. My eyes closed, my head tilted back, it felt like the room was spinning, our bodies dripping with sweat, the only sound was that of our heavy breathing. My body felt like it was floating, it felt like I was in heaven, but then a sharp, stabbing pain in my neck brought me back.

I wasn't sure what was going on at first. My lover was still on top of me, his head nuzzled between my neck and shoulder. Everything started to go dim, I felt dizzy and breathless. Like my very soul was being sucked out of me. Then, I was enveloped by darkness. 

My eyes shot open and I was back in my bed. "Just another dream" I told myself as I rolled over to look at the clock. 8:30 pm. I got up and went into the bathroom. When I turned on the light, it sent a sharp agonizing pain through my head, but dulled a little as my eyes adjusted. I looked in the mirror and was horrified by what I saw. I extremely pale except for a slight tinge of pinkish red in my cheeks. 

I felt something strange in my mouth and when I opened it to see, I saw two, pointed incisors sticking out from my gums. It was then that I realized what happened. The man from my dream was real, what had happened at his house was real, but what was most frightening was I realized he was a vampire and had turned me into one too. 



Dream Lover



The house was dark as she drove up to the walk. Inwardly she sighed, but she had expected no less. Unlocking the door, she moaned a quiet moan of pleasure as she kicked off her shoes and turned on the TV. Flopping onto the couch, she lay back and began to strip layers of sweaty clothes from her body. Sinking deeper into her post-work routine, she reached for the channel guide. In a fit of mischief, she decided just to surf the channels instead. A unique commercial caught her eye, and before she knew it she was staring at a huge cock being thrust into a pulsating pussy. Blinking once or twice, the remote suddenly fell from her hands as she felt a hand encircle her always erect nipples from behind the couch. 

She could hear the breath behind her, and she closed her eyes envisioning the body it belonged to. The warm, full lips, the Pan-like soft brown eyes, the strong body, the lean muscles, the hard cock. As if on cue, she felt him slide over the couch to join her, his naked body firm against her goose bumped skin. Slowly he began his massage of her body, using his entire body to fulfill it. She murmured at him that it was not fair for him to do that, her body didn't know if it should orgasm or fall asleep. All she got in response was a quiet smile from his lips against her ear. Softly he kneaded her muscles, melting the knots and stress of the day away. He smiled again to himself as she began to drift to sleep despite the throbbing of her clit. 

He shifted his position slightly, and began the slow process of laying her back on the couch. After several uncounted moments of gentle massage and manipulation, she lay on her back while he straddled her on the couch. Moving his hands down her shoulders to her breasts, he lowered his mouth to her clit. So softly that her sleepy body reacted, but her tired mind forgot, he began to lick and probe her clit and the tiny hood that covered it. His hands acted of their own accord, well trained to rub her nipples and chest in such a way that she not quite wake up. Under his talented tongue, he felt her clit begin to swell and the hood to recede. 

Feeling his own engorged cock respond, he began to lower himself towards her body. He kissed his way to her nipples, glad for the over sized couch he had convinced her to buy all those years ago. The tip of his cock seemed to light on fire as it bumped into her lips, and his pre-cum mixed with her gently flowing juices. A moan escaped her lips, even as she began to lick them. He leaned into her body, softly breathing into her ears. Her eyes began to open, but only into slits. She had had a long day he knew, and he was supposed to be out of town for another day or two. She began to rock her hips against him, her mind certain that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming a dream instigated by the TV that her lover had returned early. Feeling her rock against him, he slowly began to thrust into her, inch by inch, thrust by thrust. 

Her movements became more eager, as her body began to wake. Moaning into her ear, he began to stroke in earnest against her walls, his mouth hungry as it kissed her neck, ears, throat, and lips. Her eyes were still tightly shut; certain that this was a dream and if she were to open them he would disappear and she would be alone on the couch with nothing but the sounds of the TV porn running through her head. Her body bucking against his, he felt his seed rising in his balls. Moaning against her body, he humped his back closer to her, bringing himself deeper into her, stretching the limits of her walls. 

"OH!" she exclaimed, as her body stretched to accommodate him further into the already tight surroundings. The moans became wails of sheer primal lust, as they molded into one being thrusting into themselves, lightly clawing each others backs as they came in concert. Cock twitching with after orgasm spasms, walls alighting with flames at each twitch, they lay on the couch together, exhausted. She whispered in his ear, "welcome home honey." And he whispered back, "It's good to be here." With that and a smile on both their lips, they slipped into a true sleep...For a bit. Until he woke again, with the expected rush of blood, and began to work inside her drying walls again... 



Dream Lover



(This is a work of fiction. No ages are given, but that the characters portrayed in this work of fiction are over the age of 18.)

As I drifted off into sleep, I thought of him, his youthful body, his soft smooth skin, his gentle smile, the way his golden blonde hair caught the light of the sun and gave him a halo of the divine, and his blue eyes looking at me with love, caring and longing. He stood there caught in time, a picture etched into my memory, ever youthful, ever loving, ever beautiful to my eyes, heart and mind. His nudity expressed openness and lack of shame for the feelings he had for me that welled up inside as he stood there before me, looking at me patiently, standing there caught in a moment of time that lingers ever in my mind's eye. His erect penis oozing precum revealed his desire for me, his willingness to share himself with me. All that love, I held for him in equal measure. My penis too stood at attention being aroused by the thoughts of him, his love, his touch, his smell, his weight against my body while we laid together in each other's arms making love, kissing with tongues dancing one with the other and further aroused our sexual desire for each other, that binds us at the soul level in our experience united in love.

Sleeps veil came over me, and the lights of conscious thought dimmed. I floated into that restful, secure place where renewal and replenishment dwells for the sleeping beings. Where the cells of my body shed the old and where refreshed anew as healthy beautiful vital and alive cell parts of my physical being. Parts that worked their work to rebuild and renew my body into the youthful body I remembered. As I looked upon his beautiful body, I fashioned mine in his likeness. I grow into that being every moment until it reveals itself to me as I gaze into the mirror at my reflection. The changes I see in the mirror, as I look at myself in the morning, are subtle yet I see this youthful body growing, replacing ever so slowly and deliberately, the old body until one day when I look into the mirror, the old body will be as a faded memory of what I once thought of as being mine. 

The renewal continues as I drift off into dreams of us together. 

There is a gentle breeze that cools the air and carries with it the sweet smell of green grass, and flowers in blossom. The leaves of the grand old tree I find him reclining against move slowly in rhythm with the breeze. He is there, in the shade of the tree with eyes closed, resting and waiting for me to arrive. As I approach he hears the sounds of my foot steps approaching, opens his eyes, looks at me with a loving smile and beckons me to join him at his side in the shade of this grand old tree. He had place a blanket there where he rested with a basket of food and other things to fill our hungers while we spent this time together. I sat beside him, took him and turned him towards me. I softly rubbed his cheek and gave him a little kiss on the lips in greeting.

"Hello my love. It is so nice to be with you once again." I kiss him again and hug him to me, holding him in my arms, smelling him, feeling his arms around me as is warm breath touches the skin on my neck. 

Our embrace ends after a time, then he softly kisses my lips, smiles delightfully at me and says, "I'm glad you where able to come. I was wondering if you would be able to find me." 

"My love for you, my longing to be with you guided me right to you." I paused for a moment, "You know of course, I love you dearly and would never leave you except that life doesn't offer me that option at this time."

"Yes, I know. That makes these times together that much more valuable." He sits up a bit, turns toward me again and looks at me from head to toes, "Let me take in the vision of my love, my lover."

"Be my guest, as I too delight in the vision of you." 

Our mutual adoration leads us into touching each other's bodies. As we kneel on the blanket facing each other, I tug at the base of his white t-shirt pulling it up out of his faded blue jean shorts. As I lift it up, it reveals his soft skin and lightly tanned torso. He helps me by pulling it over his head, removing it. He drops it on the blanket, then as he looks into my eyes, seeing deep into my soul, does the same thing to my pull-over shirt. I remove it and drop it next to his as his hands caress and stroke my ribs. We kiss passionately for awhile, our mouths open, devouring each other, diving deeply into the lustful feelings that are building up in us both. I slide my fingers down below his belly button on down under this underwear where I find his hard dick awaiting my touch. I feel the wet sticky precum at the head of his enlarged penis, then smear it around the opening it seeped out of. As I touch his dick, and finally hold it in my hand, he unbuttons his jeans which drop to his knees. His white cotton Jocky shorts bulge with my hand around his erect dick which now protrudes beyond the waist band as though longing for freedom from the confines of that cloth. I continue to hold him and stroke his dick while he pulls down his underwear which rest on his shorts at his knees. My mouth waters longing to devour his dick as I look down upon his beautifully formed cock being held and stroked in my hand. While my lust and longing builds, while I continue to hold his cock and stroke it gently in my grip, he kisses my neck as he undoes my belt. With my belt undone, he unsnaps my pants and unzips the zipper which was bulging with my own throbbing cock, longing for his touch. My pants drop to my knees. I feel his warm touch at first just sliding around my dick head, smearing my precum the same as I had done to him. His touch is warms and causes my dick to get even harder than it was. The sensation of his touching my cock delights me to no end. I passionately kiss him again, his passion meeting mine as we each hold each others dicks in our hands stroking, kissing loving each other. After a time, we break away from each other and quickly remove our clothing leaving us both totally exposed, aroused and longing for the love playing to continue.

My mouth longs for the taste of his dick, so I encourage him to stand up, lean back against the tree trunk with his legs spread and his erect throbbing cock beckoning me to take it into my mouth as I kneel before the alter of his cock. I stick my tongue out first barely touching the head of his cock, licking up the precum that is ready to drip off at any moment. His taste is delightful. I move my lips to the end of his cock, with just my lips around the opening of his dick, and such the remaining precum into my mouth. He grown a bit in delight at the touch of my lips on his dick. I wet my lips with my tongue, then slowly consume the head of his cock into my mouth. As my lips encircle the throbbing cock, my tongue dances around the head, playing with the dick opening and probing it. My mouth then slides down the shaft of his cock. The musky smell of his crotch fills my nostrils and deepens my longing for him, my longing to delight him and make him shoot his load into my mouth. To that end, I inhale his smell and continue to suck his cock. Stroking it with my lips and tongue. All the while, he holds my head in his hands, and plays with my hair. I occasionally look up and see he is truly enjoying the delightful sex play we are having as he smiles and groans at those moments of deepest delight. As my mouth works his cock, my right hand fondles his ball sack moving his balls around between my fingers. My left hand holds his butt cheek, kneading it as though it where a soft piece of dough.

"Oh God! YES! I'm coming!" he says as he holds my head and plunges his dick deeper into my mouth, fucking my mouth faster and faster until I feel the warmth and taste the gushes of his come in my mouth. I suck it up as fast as he shoots it, savoring every little drop of his manliness. Oh God, how completely I love him! Once the height of his ecstasy has passed and his dick begins to soften, I kiss it again, lick his balls then kiss them too. With my kisses, his dick once again begins to harden. I gently fall back onto my back with my legs spread, looking up at him as he towers above me and begins to come down upon my hard cock. I nearly came at the same time he did, but didn't. My cock was dripping with precum and so sensitive and aroused that the touch of his lips sent a wave of sexual thrill throughout my body. My body involuntarily convulsed at his touch, my hips thrust forward to push my hot dick into his mouth. I laid back and took in the sensation of his warm mouth on my cock, his tongue licking at the shaft, his lips sliding over the head of my dick onto the shaft sucking and caressing my dick to bring me to orgasm. His efforts where not long delayed since I was already so aroused by our previous play. I watched as his head bounced up and down on my cock, over and over again and his hand held the shaft and stroked it as his lips made room for that to happen. 

"I love you so much!" was all I could say before I finally erupted into his hungry mouth. As I spurt my load into his mouth, shot after shot, my love deepened for him, and I know his for me as well. 

"God! That was great." we said to each other in harmony. Then laughed at our simultaneous thought thus expressed.

Having thus satisfied each other's sexual desire for the time. We laid there on the blanket naked next to each other, enjoying the time we had together. No audible words where spoken but our minds met and conversed in thoughts, feeling, images and sounds as minds that meet in this way can easily do.

Drifting away into the veil of sleep I rested peacefully until the light of the morning such shine through my window onto my face. I turned to my side, to see that he wasn't there beside me, yet I could still feel his touch, his loving embrace. I felt the gold ring on my finger he'd given me in that dream. Yet it was a dream, but the ring was real. I know I will be with him again, and eventually, we will never have to part again.



Dream Lover



A/N: Based on a dream I had, written at 3 am this morning, so let me know what you think- and please be easy with the flaming.

Dream Lover:

The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. My mouth was dry and felt as if I hadn't drank for days. My throat was burning with the need to scream out my fear and frustration. But what was one to do at a time like this? Hands wrapped around my waist, while hot wet lips touched my neck tenderly. My dreams were coming true yet again. Maybe it was all just a horrible dream. Wait, this had to be a nightmare, more or less... 

Warm tongue cascaded down the back of my neck and bare upper back. My pale skin was prickling with goose bumps. I glared at my reflection in the mirror. Alas, nothing was behind me, only darkness and my black light filling the void of empty shadows. Yes, only a fucking dream. My chest moved up and down heavily, as if I had to catch my breath, but the lips kept kissing my skin... slowly going down. 

At the dip of my lower back, the lips retreated and the hands turned me around. The sweet, soft lips touched my stomach gingerly and begin to work their way down. I closed my eyes, tightly; fear destroying what was left of my crushed voice box. A scream escaped my slightly open lips. One of the hands quickly went over my mouth, shushing me with harsh scratches. Tiny warmth began to grow in-between my legs then, and I shrieked inside the confines of the strong hand. 

A growl replaced what silence that the room was painted in. It seemed everything slipped into this oblivious bliss and the next thing I knew I was laying down on the floor, the lips and hot tongue working me to such a passion between my legs. Quiet moans and whispers came past my pursed lips. I felt myself shaking uncontrollably, as the nipping and licking continued. 

A ghost perhaps, I thought as my mind stayed in its dreamy state. The hands caressed my upper body: naked breasts, stomach, and neck. My nails dug into the rough carpet, as it seemed all my body was being touched, petted, and cared for by these mysterious lips and hands. 

Finally, I felt myself being lifted up and my eyes opened to find ice midnight blue ones staring back. 

I knew those eyes... 

Lips touched mine and I melted into strange arms holding me in a strong vice. I swallowed, hard, and another intimate kiss greeted me. His tongue playing tenderly with mine, as I fell down onto my blue waterbed. It felt as if I were swimming in the cool ocean, completely unaware of the rest of my life. Then, the wonderful lips whispered in my ear, "I know you want this, beautiful kitten." My tongue darted out and wetted my lips. "How would you know what I want?" 

"I know everything about you. Your dreams... your nightmares," He whispered with a sinister tone. I felt my heart skip a beat and found his lips once more. His face seemed clearer all of a sudden: golden angel hair down to his ears, crimson lips, ice blue eyes, and slender cheekbones. I grinned, in spite of myself, as he kissed every part of my face lovingly. I shivered, slightly, as his hands started down my body and found the recess of black curls between my thighs. Slim fingers explored them, going deeper, and rubbed hard but not hurting. 

I closed my eyes again; dark lashes resting on pale cheeks. I heard a zipper unzip and his body's warmth no longer on mine. I groaned. But then he entered me, with one hard thrust. I cried out but he silenced me with a mind-numbing kiss. He impaled me with long, refilling thrusts and against my will; my hips developing their own hungry rhythm. I knew I was about to pop when his teeth bit at my erect nipples. I screamed and this time he didn't quiet me. He immediately went to the side of my neck and bit deep. That took me over the edge. 

I shook violently and found sweet release. After so, he climaxed inside of me. He kissed my forehead and hot molten tears began to spill down my cheeks. He leaned his head in the crook of my neck, drinking my precious essence. 

"Who are you?" I whispered inside the dark and got only one answer: 

"Your guardian demon." 

"Why?" I sobbed into my cupped hands, but there was only the black light that shrouded my room into nothing except tears.



Dream Lover



[This is the dream that started me writing and recording. The dream was so vivid, so potent, that I had to write it down, hoping that writing it down would exorcise it from my mind.]

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I dreamed of a bright light shining on me. 

It was bright and hot like a floodlight, focussed upon me, dazzling my eyes. I felt hands upon me, I could see them contrasted against my pale skin, glowing so whitely in the light. I tried to see beyond it, to see the face of my lover, but everything else but those hands and my flesh receded into darkness.

Beautiful hands they were, and they worked their magic upon me, seeking and finding my erogenous zones, penetrating me in every way possible, bringing me to orgasm again and again, until I begged for rest. But the hands continued to touch and caress, to probe and press, and over my moans of entreaty my lover whispered, "One more".

So I surrendered to the hands, offering my pleasure up once again, crying out the torment of another climax, and when the hands did not cease their movements, I begged them to stop. My arms and legs trembled and convulsed, my body dripped with sweat, but the hands would not stop their torment. A kiss on my thigh, a breath on the dampness of the imprint, and again, my lover whispered, "One more".

I closed my eyes and focussed on the feel of those hands, on the pleasure, and my desperate need to satisfy my lover's request. One more, I told myself, one more and I can rest. And I tried, oh how I tried, to reach that orgasm, to cross that plateau and jump over the edge into that rocking sea of pleasure, but I was spent, and said so, again and again. 

But the hands did not stop their work, and the voice whispered insistently "One more". In desperation, I curled up and tried to drag myself away from my lover, away from the light. 

I could not hide. 

The light and the hands, they followed me, and I found myself bound, hands above me, legs wide. "One more," the voice whispered and coaxed, and I shuddered and cried that I wanted to, but I could not.

And then I felt my lover's mouth upon me, and with his lips and tongue and teeth did he bring me to the edge of the precipice, and once there did I fling myself off as never before, and I soared, and cried out my pleasure and relief, my body convulsing in its bonds as I spun and rocked and finally crashed through hyper-sensitivity into oblivion.

When I knew myself again, the hands and the bonds were gone. Once again, I tried to flee the light. I rolled to my knees and crawled away, but my lover was there, behind me. I felt the heat of him first, and then his hardness, and he pulled me onto him by my hips. I was wet and open, and as he entered me, he sucked his breath in between his teeth and murmured, "One more."

I struggled to move away, but his fingers were hooked firmly against my hipbones. With his hips did he grind into me, penetrating me deeply, and each movement of mine away from him was another opportunity to pull me forcibly toward him. Each time I cried out he hissed "yes" and ground deeper. With his mouth did he ravage my back, sinking his teeth into me, kissing and sucking with alternating tenderness and savagery. 

His body tensed behind me and the whispering began again, and the words said "Come for me. Come now. Come with me, or when I'm done, we'll start again."

Oh the friction and the movement, they worked their magic upon me, but I was too far from that place. My lover's voice was rough and I knew he was close, too close for me to come in time. But I knew I must try, or I would surely lose my mind. And so I reached my fingers down to touch my clit...

And I awakened.

The sun was streaming through the window, hot and bright. I was curled up, and when I moved, my thighs were slick with wetness.



Dream Lover



Soft hands smoothed out the worry lines on Sam's face. A tender kiss caressed his lips as he fought to distinguish the line between dream and reality. He slept alone. He knew he slept alone, and yet she was so real. He could smell the scent of her perfume, exotic, foreign to his all male environment. 

He reached up to smooth the hair back from her face, the face of an angel: serene, eyes filled with love and understand. How he longed to hold her, to make Delilah his with more than just the magic of his mind. 

Delilah. How prophetic. She was his weakness, his reason for breathing, and yet she was nothing more than a dream, an illusion created to fill the emptiness within. 

Arms heavy with sleep, eyes unfocused, blinking to bring her back into sight, he willed himself to move, to take the chance he had worked so hard to avoid. His fingers grazed her cheek, and she smiled and turned her lips to his hand, laying a kiss on this hand before pressing it to her flesh, reveling in his touch. 

I've always loved you. The words never left his lips, but he knew she heard them. 

Brown hair framed her face. A sheer white gown edged with lace barely shielded her from his raving eyes, while he lay nude on a white sheet. A matching top sheet and blue comforter was folded at his waist. A light mat of hair feathered over his chest and tapered down his stomach. His breathing was uneven.

He loved her. He struggled through the fog to reach her. She was sitting beside him, for God's sake, and yet she could have been years or miles away. He stopped the struggle and relaxed, knowing it had to be a dream, another in a long line of dreams about this non-existent woman, this figment of his imagination. 

She smiled. He rested. He so seldom allowed himself to rest. Even his dreams were filled with battles, chases, and conflict. If only she could make him understand that she was there for him, to comfort him, to give him peace when none would come. 

Gently, she reached for him, once again soothing his brow, running her fingers over the scruff of his beard and down to his chest, tanned skin over muscle. Battle scars marring his beauty, a slash to the side, an abdomen wound long since healed. She rested her hand over his heart and closed her eyes, pulling the pain, the emptiness from him. The wound might never heal. The barb of a woman's betrayal never really healed.

Her healing hands pulled out the poison, then slid lower, moving the covers away from his body. His member lay at rest, but not for long. Delilah moved down the bed to kneel between his legs, her hair sliding across his pelvis. With a whisper, she willed his body to respond, to rise to meet the warmth of her breath. 

Sam moaned; his eyes fluttered beneath his eyelids. His dream had taken an interesting turn. He stood at the edge of a lake. The cooling wind caressed him, and lifted Delilah's gown and hair. With the moonlight behind her, the image was surreal. She was too good to him, and he didn't want to live without her, no matter if she were just a dream. 

With a wanton grin, she kneeled in front of him, slowly undoing the button on his jeans. He sucked in his stomach to give her room to maneuver. So many times they had met, held each other, talked until dawn, but never had she looked at him with such longing, never had she made a move to take the relationship to a heightened reality. Smoothly, she eased his jeans and boxers down below his ass. His cock twitched to the feel of her warm breath so near him. His hands went to her head. He loved stroking her silky smooth locks. 

"You don't have to do this," Sam said. 

She looked up at him, smiling, "I want to."

As she watched his eyes, she cupped his cock in her hands, sliding them over the head and down around the shaft, holding him firmly within her grasp. Her tongue flicked over the moistened tip, tasting him. Slowly, she took more of his cock into her mouth, holding her lips firmly around him, feeling him throb and hearing his moans. 

Her hair fell down around her, curtaining off her actions from Sam's vision. He captured her tresses and held them in one hand. "I want to see you, to see your sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. I've wished for this for so long."

She moaned in reply and continued the slow path from the head of his cock down over the shaft until her lips reached is tight sac. She held him cupped in one hand while the fingers of her other hand slid lower teasing him, testing his tolerance for even more pleasure, stopping just short of fingering his ass as she felt him stiffen. No matter. There would be time for that later. She moved back to cupping his sac as she applied a tight seal around him with her lips, her tongue cocooning his member in warm moist pleasure. 

With excruciating slowness, she worked her mouth back up to the head, using her tongue to memorize each contour, each flavor of his so sensitive penis. Looking up at him again, she saw he was lost in the moment, his eyes closed, his lips parted, as sheer pleasure overtook him. 

Sucking him into her mouth she bobbed over his cock, sucking his life's energies from him, feeling her own body responding to his. God, she loved to sense of power that came with going down on a man, of watching him become a living, breathing mass of passion, all for her taking. 

She fed on his need, pumping him into a frenzy, teasing him with her teeth, swallowing his length until it touched the back of her throat, all the while caressing his balls, and adoring the scent of his sex, so close to the surface. 

Sam's hips bucked to meet her thrusts. He fought to remain standing, to fight the urge to press her head into his crotch. God, her mouth was heaven and as much as he wanted to come, he wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock forever. He wobbled, forced to take a step back rather than fall as he felt his load pumping up his shaft. Delilah felt it too, and pressed her tongue against the pulsing vein, sucking deeper, harder, determined to drain him, to taking the poisons infesting his body and make them hers, to free him to relax and be the man he really was. 

"Oh God! I'm coming, Sweet Jesus, I can't hold back." Sam cried out, his hands pressing her head into his crotch. He stood on tiptoes, his back arched as he pumped his hot semen into her willing mouth. 

Time stopped as he hung on the edge of blissful insanity and pure gratitude to his angel in white, and slowly, as she slid his cock from her mouth, the dream dispelled into the pleasure of nothingness. Sam slept. 

Delilah leaned back on her heels and licked her lips. Her lover laid before her, relaxed, his cock sated, and his body lost of the tension she had felt just a few minutes before. She so wanted to lay down beside him, to feel the heat of his body meld with hers, but the hour was late, and she wasn't real. Perhaps in another life, they would reside in the same realm, but until them, they had their dreams, and these few secluded moments of pleasure. 

As she stood, looking down at her lover, he rolled over to his side, his breath even. A smile graced her face as she faded away into the stillness of the night. 



Dream Lover



"Joseph!" Susan screamed at her son standing in her bedroom doorway with his fully erect cock in his hand.

Susan scrambled to cover herself. She had been fingering her wanting pussy while she read an erotic novel. With the book up to her face she didn't she her son standing in the doorway watching her.

"Joseph, you put that away this instant!" she called to him again.

Joseph was in a daze staring at his mother.

"Joseph! Do you hear me?" she yelled. "What are you doing?"

Susan saw his thick cock jerk, and then a blast of white fluid shoot from the head of his cock nearly reaching the bed where she was now curled in an attempt to hide herself.

"O' my gosh...Joseph!" she said covering her face, but peeking through her fingers.

Another blast landed at the edge of the bed startling her enough to make her squeal and jump. Shorter streams followed drawing a line from him to her.

Joseph snapped out of the daze realizing that his mother was staring right at him. He turned abruptly and ran to his room locking the door behind him.

Susan was horrified. She hopped off her bed when she heard his bedroom door slam, and shut her own bedroom door. She quickly slipped into her night clothes, cut off the lights and hid herself under the sheets.

The next morning Joseph was gone before she got out of bed. She saw no signs of him when she got home from work. She heard him creep into the house after she was already in bed, and the next morning he was gone again.

It was obvious that he was trying to avoid her. She knew she couldn't let this go on for too long. It had been two weeks, and she was beginning to worry.

It was a bad thing, but still not something she felt she couldn't workout. She got it in her mind that she would just sit him down and talk it over.

She got up extra early in order to catch him before he could slip out the door. He was moving around in the kitchen trying not to make too much noise. She slipped into her robe and cornered him in the kitchen.

"Now, hold it right there mister," Susan said holding up her hand to him. "We have to talk. This avoiding me is not going to work. We have to get this out, so we can get passed it."

Joseph looked at his mother only to have his desires for he begin to show. Her ample cleavage couldn't be hidden by her silk robe. He cock got instantly hard.

"This way," she said.

Joseph followed his mother into the living getting more and more turned on as he watched the movement of her ass under her robe. The shame he felt was nothing in comparison to his lust for his mother.

"Sit," Susan demanded patting the cushion of the couch next to her. "I know this is uncomfortable for you, but we have to talk about this. You are not the only one who was embarrassed by what happened. We need to get this out in the open."

Joseph tried not to look at his mother, because his eyes seem to automatically seek out her large mounds.

"Joseph, look at me," she said. "We never talked about sex. I just assumed that you would just pick it up from your friends or something, I don't know. I should have talked with you about it years ago." She exhaled deeply trying not to show how uncomfortable she felt. He was 18, after all. "Joseph, I want to know the truth. Have you ever had sex with a girl before?"

Joseph was shy, but his answer was simple, "No."

"That's good, I guess. OK," she tried to prepare her thoughts. "Have you ever seen a girl naked before?"

"You," Joseph answered.

"Besides me," she said sighing hard.

"No."

"If you have questions, I want you to ask them. I want you to know that," she said.

"How long do women stay on their period?" Joseph asked.

"That depends on the woman," Susan said a bit puzzled. "Generally, about four to seven days."

"Do women want sex as much as men?"

"Some women do, but some women don't. It depends on the woman."

"Do you want sex as men?"

"I..uh...yes, sometimes," she reluctantly answered.

"Have you had sex with a man, since dad?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because," she snapped.

Joseph looked at her curiously.

"OK. I had other things to worry about since your father died. We had very high medical bills from his illness, and it was a struggle to keep up. I just hadn't tried to I guess," she said giving her spill.

"Do you masturbate a lot?"

"OK, enough about me, now how about you?" she tried to change the subject.

"You didn't answer my question. You said you wanted to talk," Joseph said starting to get up.

"Wait," Susan said realizing that she was about to blow it. "Yes, I do masturbate often."

Joseph sat back down. "Do the books you read help you?"

"The novels, yes," she said. "Joseph, there is nothing wrong with masturbating."

"So, there was nothing wrong with what I did, then," he said.

"It's not that it was something wrong with you masturbating," she began. "it was just that you were looking at me while you did it."

"You read your books while you do it," he replied.

"But that's different. The novels are just fantasies," she responded.

"That's what I was doing...fantasying." Susan swallowed hard. She suddenly felt sweat begin to seep through her pours. She knew he meant he was fantasying about having sex with her.

"How is that different from the books?"

"Because, I'm your mother," she said.

"It's just a fantasy. It's not like I am actually doing anything with you. That's incest, right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Because I'm having fantasies about you instead of a book, then I'm wrong and you're right," he said standing.

"Joseph, sit down," she said pulling on his arm. "It's just as your mother it makes me feel uncomfortable. I see your point, but."

"I can only have fantasies about things that you are comfortable with, is that it?" he asked.

"No, Joseph that is not it," she said. "No one can really tell someone else that."

"Can I tell you something?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied. "I told you, you can tell me anything."

"Last night I was thinking that you came into my room while I was masturbating. You opened your robe," he said moving his hand to his crotch. "You got on my bed and put my thing between your breasts."

Susan was shocked in the way that he sound like he was reading from one of the novels she had read. In spit of herself, she was becoming aroused. She clinched her robe tighter squeezing her tits together.

"You licked the head of my thing as it slid between your breasts," he continued clinching his already protruding bulge. "Then you got on my thing." Joseph unzipped his pants and began stroking it.

Susan's eyes widened as she saw her son's thick cock up-close.

"It felt so good as you moved up and down on it," he said slowly stroking his cock. "Then you leaned forward, so I could lick your breasts."

The image seemed so real. Susan had subconsciously slid her other hand between her thighs pressing against her moistening cunt.

"O' you felt so good. Warm...soft...and wet," he continued. "Then you started moving faster....faster....and faster. You yelled that you were coming and shouted at me to do it harder. And then...and then....ahhhh!" Joseph shot two streams of cum in the air followed by several short spurts.

Susan closed her eyes tight. Her body trembled. She had pressed constantly against her clit like she had done many times at work to get herself off without anyone noticing.

Joseph was silent with his eyes shut and oozing cum flowing down the shaft of his cock to his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at his mother. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was also having an orgasm.

Susan opened her eyes after her orgasm subsided. Joseph was staring right at her, and she knew that he knew that she had cum.

"We just masturbated together thinking about the same thing," Joseph said. "Just like before, but it was much better then because I could see you."

"Yeah, but if anyone ever knew we did that, we would be in serious trouble," Susan said still reeling from her orgasm.

"Nobody has to know. Can we try it again?" he asked stroking his still hard cock.

"You can do it again?" Susan asked surprised looking at her son's hard-on.

"I've done it five times in a row before," Joseph answered.

"I don't know Joseph. We shouldn't do things like this," Susan said.

"Why not? No body can see us," he said.

"Well, at least let go into my bedroom," Susan said getting up from the couch.

Joseph followed behind his mother to her bedroom stroking his cock just inches from her ass-cheeks as she walked. All he could think about was fucking his mother. He thought of her as the sexiest woman that he knew.

Susan got on her bed and Joseph stood against the bed where she laid. He began stoking his cock and moaning softly.

"Could you open your robe a little? It will make it easier for me," Joseph asked.

Susan opened her robe as wide as she could without exposing her nipples or her cunt. Joseph increased the rhythm of his strokes.

"I never seen anyone with breasts so beautiful...aw," Joseph whispered. "They look so prefect...so sweet...so smooth...so sexy. Touch them."

Susan raised her hands to her breast and began to massage them.

"Ooo..that's it. Touch them...squeeze those beautiful tits," Joseph whisper continuing to stroke his cock. "They are so beautiful."

The sound of Joseph's hushed voice was arousing her.

"I can feel my cock rubbing against your clit," he continued. "The moistness of your cunt against the head of my cock."

Susan move a hand down to her moist cunt and began rubbing her clit.

"Your wet pussy feels so good....so good," Joseph whispered letting his cock touch her now spread thigh. "Oooo, it feels so good," he repeated sliding his cock across her thigh in the direction of her cunt.

Susan rubbed her clit more rapidly as she squeezed and massaged on of her tits.

"I can feel the warmth of your sweet cunt," he moaned holding his cock and thrusting it across her thigh coming closer to her love spot.

Susan turned slightly and thrust her cunt in the direction of his cock. The head of his cock made contact with her pussy lips. She turned more and thrust in time with his rhythm. Each time she made contact with his cock she moaned.

"Your pussy feels so good," Joseph whispered as he aimed the head of his cock at her pussy. He leaned over her supporting himself with arm across her body on the bed.

Susan turned fully on her side and thrust her wanting cunt at his cock. The head of Joseph's cock entered her hot pussyhole. Joseph climbed on the bed rapidly thrusting his cock into his cock into his mother's cunt.

"O' Joseph!" Susan moaned grabbing her son's ass to pull him deeper inside of her hungry pussy.

Joseph thrust and pumped cock into his mother's cunt with as much vigor as he could muster. Her pussy seemed to pull and suck on his cock.

"Your pussy feels so good," Joseph whispered as he pounded his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could. "Joseph, I'm cuming!" Susan cried out.

Joseph began flooding his mother's cunt with his cum as she held him deep inside of her riding out her own orgasm. Joseph dropped his mouth on one of her exposed nipples and gently licked and sucked teasingly on it.

Susan sighed as the reminisce of her orgasm began to fade. Joseph began pumping his cock into and out of his mother's pussy again, but this time with long even strokes. He continued fucking her, and flooding her cunt with his thick cum.

Susan and Joseph fucked in the confines of her bedroom whenever they were not eating, sleeping, or working. She never realized how much she enjoyed having sex.

Three months later, Susan found herself pregnant with her son's child. They fucked throughout her pregnancy and up to the time her water broke. Susan sucked and titty fucked her son for the first three weeks after giving birth. The next three Joseph licked and sucked his mother's pussy. Two months later Susan was pregnant again with another of her son's children.

Susan had given birth to five of her son's children in four and a half years. She was finally able to have the large family she dreamed of having with her late husband.



Dream Lover



It was one of those steamy, hot southern nights...The kind where you leave a trail of sweat every time you move...The humidity was 1000% and her summer dress was clinging to every inch of her body...The moon hung blue and lonely in the cloudless sky and there wasn't even the hint of a breeze...We hadn't had a break from the oppressive heat in more than a week...She could hear the listless chirping of the crickets in a nearby bush---even they wanted it to rain...

She stood up and pulled the sticking dress from her body...Swirling the skirt to create the barest hint of a breeze...It felt so cool and she was so hot and needed relief...She wandered down to the pool...Its surface like glass under the summer night sky...There was no one around (not that she would have cared) so she lazily stripped off first her dress, then the lacy bra she wore (setting her alabaster breasts free) and then taking off the barest hint of undies that she was wearing (the ones they call g-strings), peeling them away from the damp clit they were adhered to...She was naked and free...She edged towards the pool's steps and gingerly poked a toe in the water...There was a slight tingle as the sensation of the cool water made its way upward from the toe...She gently stepped down into the dark water and let it cover first her ass and then her breasts, going in all the way to her neck...She began swimming slowly in the moonlit night with eyes closed, just the woman and the water...She was in a dreamlike state and did not hear the bushes next to the pool rustle nor did she see the faintest image of a man watching her...

The man stood at the edge of the pool simply watching the naked woman swim...He knew that she wasn't aware of his presence and intended to keep it that way for the time being...He loved the way her wet body glistened in the moonlight...Not knowing she was being watched had made her uninhibited...The man caught a flash of her white breasts coming to the surface, saw their fullness, their womanness..The.large, light brown nipples were hard and stood straight up away from those breasts...And then the man felt a warm stirring...He knew that it was only a matter of time before the woman would become aware of him, but he was unable to tear himself away from the scene that was playing itself out before him...

The woman sighed, making her breasts rise...She began pulling on the hard nipples...Playing with one then the other ever so slowly...She was not in a hurry...The woman was now lying back against the edge of the pool, eyes still shut, moving her hand along her stomach and downward over the bare pubic mound to her clit...She let her fingers linger there, playfully pulling on it and opening the lips...Sticking first one finger then several inside...Then back to rubbing the clit...Still blissfully unaware of the man who stood transfixed above her...

The man could contain himself no longer...The woman's heat was too much for him...His cock strained to be released from the confines of his shorts...If you looked, you could see its hard and swollen outline against them...They made an impression most of the way down the leg of the shorts, stretching the fabric...Slowly, so as not to disturb the woman, the man slipped his cock out of the shorts and began massaging it tenderly...

Just watching the woman had given rise to a massive hardon, one that would not be ignored...He had to cum or he would explode...Moving his hand over his cock, he began stroking it while continuing to watch the woman in the water...He heard her moan softly and knew she was about to climax, but there was this swollen cock he needed to deal with...

There was a sudden clap of thunder, startling the woman...She opened her eyes and sticking in her face was one very swollen cock...Good fortune had smiled on her....And on the man as well...She grasped the cock with her cold hands and began pumping it...Slowly at first, then with more and more urgency...She opened her mouth and the man could feel her warm breath on his cock, as she flicked her tongue all over it...Then began pressing her tongue to the underside of it feeling for the vein that ran along it...She licked under the tip of the head and worked her way down...His balls tightened...He knew where her tongue was going...With a quick light move she had them in her mouth playing with each one separately, sucking them gently...But, she wonders, did she forget something...Oh yes, and before he could let out a gasp, she had worked her way past the balls to the underside---to his sweet spot...It was more than he could take...She kept an even pressure there with her tongue, pushing and pressing...He moaned...His cock was throbbing and aching for release...

He couldn't take it any longer...He turned the woman over, spreading her clit lips as he did and in one quick thrust, was deep inside her...Her hand felt for his balls and gave them a light squeeze while he rocked her gently...But his thrusts became increasingly urgent...He wanted to keep going all night, but knew that he couldn't hold back much longer...He pulled out a little and thrust the swollen wet cock deeper...The woman took in a sharp breath and began to shudder...He give it one last thrust and began gushing hot cum...Sweet release...He began breathing harder and gave the woman one last thrust allowing the cum to splash out of her hot pussy...He scooped some up with his finger and fed it to her...Yummy she moaned...Having given the woman his best, he pulled out and began feeding her his cock all slick with cum and pussy juice...The woman greedily sucked it and he felt a small twinge...He and the woman fell to the grass, both satiated...

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a long deep kiss...He got up, leaving the woman lying in the wet grass, pulled his shorts on and melted into the shadows from which he had cum...The woman smiled thinking about the wonderful dream lover she had found...THE END



Dream Lover



A slight breeze on my bare skin alerted me to his presence, goose bumps rising on my flesh in anticipation. I didn't open my eyes as I had discovered long ago that he would vanish without a trace if I did. Some sense informed me that he was moving closer, and even though I was expecting it his breath on my neck sent violent shivers through me. As he kissed my neck so lightly that I turned my head to try to increase the pressure his hand briefly trawled circles on my thigh, this; this is what made me feel alive. 

His kisses increased in pressure moving around to my throat, my legs parted although his hand never quite graced the area that was already hot and wet although not quite desperate for his touch. His kisses turned to little nips of my flesh, not enough to hurt but plenty to make my skin sensitive to every touch and breath, like electricity flowing across me. Moving along my jaw, after what felt like an eternity his lips finally graced my own, his tongue parting my lips to probe deeper. His tongue suddenly pushed all the way into my mouth, filling it and immediately making the connection to my pussy which wanted the same treatment. Now I writhed and moaned, silently pleading for more, already knowing that I wouldn't get such instant gratification.

As he pulled away from me I felt so empty and yet so full of desire that nothing else could possibly matter, bringing my arms above my head he gently stroked my side, his fingers tracing lines that his mouth quickly followed. My back arching, a moan escaped my lips, yet before I could really wallow in that tingling sensation his tongue had already moved to my breast. Licking and sucking the whole mound before reaching the tight nipple and encasing it in his mouth, his sucking becoming stronger he teased me by pulling away. Again I moved my body to try to keep the connection, I dared not pull him towards me as again like smoke he would drift away; I could only be passive and wait for the pleasures he inflicted on me.

Gently he rolled me onto my side and began tracing his fingers down my back, the light touch making my body twitch in response, all the way down to my ass before briefly cupping each globe, his long fingers tantalizingly moving between my thighs and brushing my pussy lips. Bringing his fingers to my mouth he rubbed them on my lips so that I could feel my own wetness from that short touch. His own lips went to the nape of my neck sending shivers through my body as his clever fingers played with my nipples, gently rolling first one then the other. Increasing the pressure until he was squeezing and pulling on them, my body pushing back against him endeavouring to rub against the hardness that I was sure was there. Suddenly he was gone; no touch no breath on my skin, nothing. A whimper escaped me as my stomach gave a lurch thinking him gone.

The musky male scent of him brought me back to my senses just as he pressed his hardness to my lips, gratefully I parted them and my tongue darted out to taste him. Gently I licked him, running my tongue along his shaft before licking the tip where there was the smallest hint of his own excitement, the taste of which prompted me to slide my lips down and encase his flesh within my mouth. With my lips tight around his cock and my tongue gripping him I moved up and down his hard shaft, sucking and moaning with the sheer pleasure of it. Gently his hand entwined in my hair, guiding my rhythm and adding his own as he started to thrust slowly into my mouth. But again he moved away, his hands running down my body and between my legs where he pushed them apart and simply licked my pussy as though lapping an ice cream. I had almost forgotten about that part of myself yet this contact brought it flooding back to my attention.

Without conscious thought my hips bucked as I tried to regain the sensation, but his strong hands pushed me back down, and spread my legs further apart. Starting almost at my ass he slowly licked my pussy lips, his tongue briefly, oh so briefly darting into the wetness before continuing upwards and circling my clit. My head spinning, I revelled in the feelings pulsating from between my legs, over and over he licked upwards yet never long enough in any one spot. Then his tongue pushed right into the wetness, although not deep the sensation was intense. Just as I thought I would scream out in the sheer pleasure of it his mouth settled on my clit as his tongue gently flicked the little nub. His fingers entering the now soaking wet entrance to my pussy, and I pushed myself gratefully onto them, feeling the orgasm building and desperate for his tongue to push harder against that tiny hidden part of me. As he thrust his fingers inside me he replaced his tongue with his thumb and circled my clit with it, slowly at first but getting faster, as my body tensed and I felt the orgasm coming he suddenly removed his fingers and thrust his cock deeply into me. Back arching as my orgasm washed over me he thrust deeper still before pulling out only to slam inside me again, screaming now as the intensity increased he continued to fill me in strong even strokes, my pussy pulsating around his cock

Withdrawing from me he straddled my chest and pulling me up by my hair placed his cock in my mouth, tasting my own juices I sucked on him greedily as he began to thrust into my mouth. I felt his thighs tense as he suddenly bucked and his own juices shot into my mouth as his cock filled it with a final thrust. Gently now I sucked making sure I had all of his seed, licking the taste of both he and I from him. Releasing my hair he laid my head back gently as I reluctantly released him from my mouth, with a contented sigh I eased into wakefulness.....

Opening my eyes in the bright sunlight shining through the curtains I turned to see my boyfriend lying next to me still asleep, but as I looked further down I saw that he would soon be waking....with the memory of my mouth having been so recently joyously filled I moved to take him into that wetness.



Dream Lover



The dream began with me in a darkened room, only a small light next to the bed, casting a soft, warm light. The chair painted in white, a Regency style chair, red fabric on the back, seat and arms. The bed, double, large, with me viewing from the side, tan or yellow covers on it, difficult to see in the light. And bars at either end, but difficult to see exactly, not dark, just muted light. Unimportant in comparison to who was on the bed

She was there, naked, on all fours facing away from me, long red hair hanging over her shoulder onto the bed "Can you see my pussy clearly?" Her voice, tinted with an accent, and lust, dripping lust.

Leaning slightly to see more clearly, less than five feet away, but of course I can see clearly already, just a soft shadow in the way "Yes, very clearly."

"Mhhhhhhhmmm, does it look wet? It feels wet." her butt wiggling, back arching, stretching out on the bed without changing her position, her right shoulder dropping slightly as she lifts her hand. I can barely see it, cupping her breast for a moment, a soft little moan from her lips "I feel so naughty like this, with you watching. Do you like watching? Do you want to see me put my finger in my pussy for you?"

Shifting slightly on the chair, still fully dressed, jeans becoming tighter by the moment and increasingly uncomfortable "Yes, yes, put your finger in yourself for me."

Her hand still cupping her breast, pinching the nipple, making her gasp out, her back arching in the soft light. "Pussy, you have to call it my pussy or I wont do it." Her hand placed back on the cover again in front of her, waiting.

Another shift in my chair, I can only watch, can't touch her, can't get off the chair or it all ends. "Yes, please, put your finger in your pussy for me. Let me watch you do it."

The smile clear to hear in her voice. "Good, I like to hear things like that. Like to hear naughty, slutty things." Her hand coming back, missing her breast and reappearing on her thigh, sliding up it and cupping her pussy gently, rocking it back and forwards, her hips rocking with the motion. "Mhhhhhmmmmm, my pussy's soaked, I think it likes you." Middle finger slowly pushed inside, her head going back slightly, back arching to get her finger as deep as possible. Deeply she moans, lustful, pleasured. "Can you see it? My finger up my slutty pussy? It's so wet"

Less than five feet away, I'm mesmerised by her finger gliding into her neatly shaved pussy, lips parting to let the digit in. Barely remembering to speak. If I don't she'll stop, those were the agreed rules. "Yes, I can see it, I can see your finger deep into your pussy and it looks wonderful." Almost squirming on the chair. I'm to watch and watch only and remain fully clothed throughout. Perhaps I should have thought that through before I agreed to it, pure torture now.

Her finger twisting slightly, popping back out again. "Do you want to taste it? Just once, it's okay, I'll let you do it." Her finger pushed towards me, glistening in the warm light, so tempting, so enticing.

Unable to answer anything but a simple "Yes." Slipping off the chair and moving forward, licking at her finger, sweet, tangy, delicious. Opening my mouth and devouring it, sucking and licking all of her nectar from it, desperate for one more little drop, but she pulls it from my lips, pulling it back slightly.

"You want to watch me cum, you have to sit down again. Don't worry, if you're a good boy you'll get some more of my pussy juice later." A soft little giggle from her lips, plainly feeling naughty and enjoying what control she's managed to extract from me. 

Resigned, I sit back down on the red and white chair again, suddenly dawning on me that someone could be as easily tied to the chair as to that bed. With its padded arms and slightly extended legs, someone could be very easily tied to it. Luckily, no such restraints this time. Although, that might be more of a problem than a blessing. Nothing to stop me from getting off it. and then it all ends, stops, ruined. Torture in the sweetest possible way.

"Can you still see my naughty pussy? Is it wet? I can feel it, sooooo wet, so fucking horny. Do you want to watch me cum? Want to watch me shove my fuckslut fingers back up my pussy and make myself cum for you?" Hips squirming as she speaks, enjoying her torment of me, and she knows it. She can hear my rapid breathing, soft little sounds my lips are incapable of holding in. And she won't touch herself until I've spoken again.

Part of me wants to stifle my response, let her stay there, on all fours, exposed to my gaze for a while, waiting for me this time. But oh the temptation, the desire to see her push her fingers deep into that sweet tasty pussy again, watch her climax, drink in the sounds and sights of her pleasure. Needless to say I crack before she does "YES! Yes, put your fingers in your pussy and make yourself cum for me." Voice strained, jeans strained, composure slowly cracking.

"Not till you tell me what I am. What am I? Come on, you can say it, only us here. Look. See my fingers?" Gasp torn from her lips, fingers on either side of her clit and rubbing it up and down, trapped between her fingertips "So close, aren't they? Awwww fuck, that feels good. Come on, say it, naughty boy." Rubbing her clit back and forth, hips slowly undulating, back arching, little moans torn from her.

The sides of the chair gripped hard, head thrown back, torture. "Fuck, you're a slut, a fuckslut. Please, fuck yourself with your fingers, make yourself cum for me." Maybe, just maybe, when she's cum good and hard I'll be able to. Able to finally find release. Her feet overhanging the edge, her knees and the top of her shins still on it.

A deep groan of satisfaction and her fingers thrust into her. All the way into her succulent pussy, both of her middle fingers. Devoured by her greedy, wanting pussy. I can smell it now too, and it's making the torment worse. I've tasted it and want to again and it fills my senses to bursting. "Mmhhhhhmmm fuck, that feels so hot. I can feel you watching. You like it don't you? Is your cock hard? Is it? Does it want this sweet tight fuckslut pussy? Yes it does." Her fingers gliding back out again and pushing back in with a high, tight moan "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, so close already, want me to cum?"

Mesmerised, panting, hands gripping the sides of the chair, to stop myself from doing one of two things, both involving the increasingly painfully aroused cock trapped in my jeans. Remembering I'm supposed to be speaking too, she wants that. How the hell did I get myself into this position? Torturing myself, being tortured by her. Wanting, craving, urgently needing what I can't have. My frustration creeping out in my tone, "Yes, YES! Fuck yourself you slut, make yourself cum. Fuck that pussy with your fingers, cover them in your fuckslut cum!" Tone nearly harsh, frustration filling me to bursting, hands shaking from trying to contain it, contain the urge to just tear off my jeans and shove my cock in after her fingers.

Her head comes back, letting out a near growl of passion. "Fuck yeah, I'm such a fucking whore... I'm going to cum... for you. Cumming, cumming,CUMMING!" Her fingers thrusting as hard as they can, making obscene little wet sounds in her sweet pussy. Her body shaking with the force of it, her arm collapsing under her, dropping her torso and pushing her bum out higher, even less left to my imagination, everything shown to me. Over and over her fingers drive into her pussy, every thrust met with a little squeal of desire. A little trickle forming and running down the right side of her pussy and then down her leg. Her fingers finally stopping, buried deep within her, one final shuddering moan and she's still again, panting harshly, that trickle making its way down her inner thigh.

And I'm watching it closely, entranced by it, wanting it, desiring it, unable to touch it. Panting as harshly as she is, desire running deep and hot. Frustration running hotter. Should have thought more carefully about this before I decided to do it. But the temptation was far too great. Paying for my rashness now though, panting, craving, taut, strained.

"Mhhhmmmmm fuck that felt good, can you still see? Is that my cum running down my leg? Feels so slutty. I can feel it. Come on then, you've been good enough." Her fingers dragged free again, wet, glistening, sweet in the soft light of the room, wiggling, beckoning me closer. "And make sure you lick up that cum down my leg too, but don't touch my pussy yet. Not yet." Wiggling her naughty bum at me too. A test, obviously, plainly. A torturous one.

But her fingers are what I want, greedily sucking them clean, teeth closing over the bases, to stop her taking them back until l'm good and ready. Until they're sucked clean of that juicy tasty girlcum. A little giggle from her as she realises I won't let her have her fingers back yet. Finally releasing them again, licking my lips, she's delicious, everything I was hoping she'd be. Leaning down to lap up the succulent cum still slowly trickling down her thigh, lapping it up, her thigh glistening as I go. Licking up her inner thigh, stopping just short, a groan torn from my lips. I can smell her, filling my nose, taste her in my mouth and I'm so close. She can feel my breath, surely, hotly panting, wanting, needing.

A little naughty giggle. "You like that don't you, naughty boy? You like the taste of my pussy? No, I think you fucking love it. Okay, you can lick it, five times and no more, and then you have to return to the chair, okay? Five times and then back, and then you can watch me make myself cum with my toy. You'd like that wouldn't you? Dirty boy."

Too busy to answer, my tongue already on its way, catching her clit directly and then dragged upwards, trying to get all of her sweet nectar, every drop on the first pass. Her body giving a little shudder and a delicious moan, hands gripping the covers just a little. My tongue licking all the way up her juicy, wet pussy, depositing it in my mouth, and then doing it again, deeper, harder, trying to get every last little drop, a little coo of delight coming from her. And again from top to bottom or bottom to top I no longer care, tongue pushed into her pussy to scoop out more, her moan just a little deeper. And doing it again, deep, scooping her sweet cum right out of her pussy. And one last time, right from her clit, delving into her and scooping out my last little taste.

Her breathing still ragged, smile in her purring voice. "Awwwww fuck, you've done that before, haven't you? Okay, back on the chair, naughty boy, time for me to cum again. Don't worry, you've been a good naughty boy, you'll get a reward. You haven't even touched yourself have you?" Waiting, just relaxing for a moment after her release, a deep, fast hard climax. Waiting for me to tell her what she wants to hear

Fuck, but she tastes good, just what I've been needing. Savouring the taste of her still in my mouth, slowly parting my lips to purr, "Yes, I've done that before, and I'm on the chair and haven't touched myself, although I've wanted to. Do it, you naughty fuckslut, make yourself cum again for me." A taste to whet my appetites, slaking my thirst, but further awakening my hunger, my lusts, my desires.

Her bum wiggling again, "Mhhhmmm I feel so slutty, fucking love it. Okay, go to the drawer next to the bed, inside are three toys, pick one, push it into my pussy and I'll take it from there." Almost squirming, torso still on the bed, shoulders on it, bum in the air, on display for me to see.

There are three toys in the drawer, a slim one, dismissed quickly. Not likely, not after the torture I'm going through. And a large purple one, all ridges and bulging veins. No, not this one ether. Selecting the nice thick glass one, all swirls and bumps. Oh yes, this one will do. Tapping it in my hand as I approach that delectable bum again, pussy so obscenely displayed for me, waiting for the toy in my hand to be pushed into it. Putting the tip against her pussy, slowly twisting it, drawing a soft little moan from her, twisting it with just the tip in her. Making her impatiently push back against it, but no, not while I'm in such torment. Her hips giving little thrusts, trying to get the toy deeper, grunts of frustration ripping from her lips. Watching, waiting 'til her frustration builds, the tip of the glass toy twisted, lightly pushed and pulled quickly, making her want it. And at the moment she's about to lose some of her control, the whole length of the toy shoved in one deep, hard thrust as far as it will go into her waiting pussy.

Her shoulder comes up off the bed again, her head going back as she almost screams out her pleasure, gripping the bed sheets with both hands, a deep rich sound. Payback. Taking my torture seat again, leaving the toy deeply embedded in her, watching again. Her right hand reaching back between her legs, touching and feeling it, pushed all the way into her pussy. "Oh you naughty boy! You picked the glass one, I like this toy too. Always makes me cum nice and hard. Is your cock still hard? is it? Come on you can tell me." Slowly pulling the toy back out again and twisting it just a little to turn those twists in her, pushing it slowly back in again.

Still panting, my jeans a constant reminder, taut and comfortless. "Yes, you fucking slut, my cock's hard, has been since you started, it aches." It does, it so does, aches to be free, straining against its confines to be free. And it knows what it wants, it wants that succulent pussy, wants to thrust its way into it and fuck it good and hard. A soft, slow little groan torn from me. Suddenly remembering why I agreed to this. I love watching a hot, sensual woman play with herself. Delight in watching her bring herself pleasure. How easily the wicked are led astray.

"Don't touch it, leave it right where it is. We'll take care of that soon enough, IF you're a good boy and don't touch. It'll be worth it, I promise. This toy always makes me cum quickly. Can you see? Can you see up it right into my slutty pussy? Hmmmmm? Fuck I love the idea of that. Watch me, I'm just going to fuck myself until I cum. Sit back and enjoy, bad boy." And she does, wasting no time in shoving that toy back into her pussy and yanking it out again, shoving it back in again. Her shoulders drop back onto the bed, the fingers of her left hand rubbing over her clit in quick little circles, dragging more moans from her, happy, lust-filled moans.

Damn, but it's hard to sit in this fucking chair and just watch, panting, aching, unable to touch. Damn, but that looks so hot, and just for me, watching her fuck herself with that toy. So hot, so naughty, so primal.

Her hands both gripping the toy, holding it still as she thrusts her bum back onto it, yanking it back up again to do it again, a little groan with each thrust. Deep and urgent, becoming more so with every trust of that twisted glass toy. Letting go with her left hand and grabbing at her clit again, grinding her fingers against it, little grunts and words spilling from her lips "Fuck... slut... fuck... fuck... fuck..." Over and over again as her climax bumps closer.

Frustration spilling out again, damn her, sitting here watching her fuck herself with that thing and I'm so fucking horny I can barely see straight. Want her so bad I can taste it, fuck I can still taste her in my mouth. "Fuck it you slut, fuck that toy and cum all over it. You're a dirty fucking slut making me sit here and watch you. Fuck it, fuck it hard and cum for me, me watching you." Frustration so bad it makes my body shake to contain it, tightens my chest.

Her hands almost a blur, that toy making wet sucking noises as it's yanked out and almost squelching wet noises as it's shoved brutally back into her pussy again, over and over, her clit mangled by her fingers. A near squeal as her climax begins, growing in pitch and tone, becoming a full scream, her lust proclaimed to all who will listen. Her hands picking up pace impossibly, that glass dildo flying in and out of her pussy, obscene wet noises and loud passionate noises coming from her. Her succulent girlcum flowing from her pussy, cascading around the toy and erupting in a rush, running down her thighs again. Suddenly the toy stopping, her hands dropping to the bed, only the sound of her harsh breathing in the quiet room.

Watching her closely, wondering if she's okay, she seemed to cum very hard from that. Maybe the combination of the toy and me watching, who knows? Listening to make sure she's still breathing, wondering if I should sit and wait or if I should try to help her. But if I get up off this chair and touch her and she's okay, I end up walking out of here with a raging hard cock and a ball of sexual frustration that's growing by the second.

Still panting harshly, body wracked by little tremors that ripple up and down her spine "Bad boy...? You there...? Reward time... Off... your jeans... get them off... Free that cock of yours... done it?" 

Relief that she's okay, and a moment to realise what she means. What? Really? Not going to have to be asked twice, belt buckle flicked off with a skill born of years of practise. Had the same belt since I was about sixteen or so, the buckle anyways. A twist and push of the button and fumbling for the zipper, whipping it down. A deep little groan of release torn from me, pushing the jeans down to ease the discomfort of them, panting softly. "Yes, jeans are down."

"Mhhhhmmmmm good, now listen carefully. My slutty pussy wants cock. Your cock. You've been a good bad boy and now its time for your reward. Take that cock and shove it into my pussy. By now you're fucking horny and ready to give me one hell of a fucking. I want it. Don't cum in my pussy though, pull out, shoot your cum up my back and over my arse. I fucking love that." Wiggling that very bum at me, a stunned me. Is she serious? The deal was to watch her and no more, and here I'm being... ordered to take her. "You have ten seconds, bad boy to get this fucking dildo out of my cunt and your cock in it, or I fuck myself with it again."

Unfuckinglikely. Shorts shoved down my legs, jeans going with them, rushing over to the bed and yanking that toy out of her pussy, a little rush of her juices trickling out with it. The toy abandoned on the bed, tossed out of the way, no longer important. Shoving my jeans down further, my cock already hard, ridged, straining, leaking its desire freely. Panting for a moment. her last chance to change her mind... Fuckit. Too horny, too needy. The blunt tip, pressed against that tasty pussy and then, with no delay, shoved in to the base, a deep groan of satisfaction and lust ripped from deep in my chest. So fucking hot, feels like fire wrapped around me. And tight, sweet and tight.

Her hips giving a little wiggle moments before her pussy's filled for the third time tonight. "Come on, bad boy, take it, it's yours." Her head thrown back as my cock slams home, a short little screaming cry of pleasure torn from her, her shoulders coming back up, hands gripping the covers, grinding her bum back against my hips, trying to get that last little bit inside her. 

But not for long, too primal, lusts too far gone to worry about niceties now. Too tormented. My pussy and I intend to fuck it like the fuckslut pussy it is, yanking my cock back and shoving it back in, making her butt wobble from the force of it, yanking back and again, thrusting for all I'm worth. No more words now, only primal, lust-filled grunts from both of us. Lost in our fucking. And that's what it is, no tender lovemaking, just raw, animalistic fucking. Cock slammed into waiting, wet pussy and pulled back only to be slammed back in again. Over and over, wet skin slapping together, wet sounds of sex and grunts and cries of lust filling the room.




Dream Lover



Her release breaks first, her body shuddering, out of control, hips thrust back wildly, all conscious thought lost as her pussy contracts, trying to grip my cock, milk it of its cum. But not this time. Only fucking her harder, faster through her release, her cry loud, passionate, hand gripping the covers, body shaking. No words from her any more, mind incapable of forming them. A hot rush of her cum cascading past my cock, splashing over my swaying sac, down her legs. No time to recover, my cock still pounding her slutty pussy for all its worth, slamming into her squelching, clenching passage.

Over and over my cock plunders her, ravaging this sexy sultry slut, taking her, claiming her, making her mine, slamming into her again and again as she cries out in her lusts, gripping the bed and thrusting back to meet my hips, impaling herself upon my rampant cock. My grunts mingling with hers, hands gripping her hips, just above her hips, steadying myself. Not even pulling her back, too far lost to think about anything but cock slamming into pussy.

Again her climax breaks through her, forcing a deep scream from the depths of her lungs, head thrown back again, to let it free, her body spasming, jerking as it smashes through her body. Intense, consuming, overwhelming. Her pussy clamping down hard on my cock, forcing my hips to piston harder to keep fucking her, so tight now, my climax very close, every brutal, primal thrust nudging it closer. Her spine rippling as her climax intensifies further, her scream becoming raw, primal lust. Clenching wildly, her pussy floods, her hot tasty cum erupting from her in spurts as my cock ravages her, a fresh eruption as my cock pulls back, shoved back in again, animalistically, my grunts and growls of pleasure becoming deeper, richer. Her release collapses, leaving her collapsed on the bed, shoulders back on it, slumped, grunting as my cock continues to ravage her, spent, drained. 

My primal groan erupting from my chest as my cock swells, pulsing, throbbing. Climax imminent now. One final brutal deep thrust, yanking my cock back, one more deep, animalistic shove into her hot pussy and my climax is begun. A deep cry echoing in the room as I pull my cock free of her again, wrapping my hand quickly around the soaked length and frantically jerk it. The first thick spurt hitting in the middle of her back, causing a quick little gasp from her. The second splashing over her sultry bum, over the top, slowly beginning to trickle downwards, the third joining it, the fourth and final splashing over her abused pussy, the rest of my climax dribbling from the tip. 

My knees shaking, having to turn and sit next to her on the bed, flopping back to lie on it, next to her, both of us panting harshly, trying to remember how to breath, how to speak, how to live again. She manages to form words first. A request, or simply a well satisfied expletive, I cannot be certain "fuckkkkkkkkkkk." And all I can remember to do is nod in agreement. Intense, tormenting.

Sated.

And then I awake, in my own bed, the smell of her hanging in the air for a moment, leaving me shuddering through the intensity, alone.



Dream Lover



It was just the usual dull bus journey to work for Kieron, who had recently begun work after leaving school. However, things livened up after about two miles. A quite superb looking West Indian got on the bus. He was tall -- about 6' 3" - , slim, in his twenties, and with the physique of an Olympic rower. He was also very handsome, with a pleasant face and close cropped hair. There didn't seem to be an inch of him wasted. It was the middle of a particularly hot summer and he was dressed only in singlet and shorts, which showed off his body to its best advantage.

The man sat in one of the front seats. Just two seats behind, Kieron was transfixed by him. Even though Kieron was attracted to handsome men, it was very rare that a man grabbed his attention like this. He stared admiringly at his finely muscled thighs and long legs, clearly the result of athletic activity, and felt weak inside. He got off a few stops before Kieron's, and strode away confidently down the road. Kieron's eyes didn't leave him until he was out of sight.

That night Kieron couldn't get the vision of this bronzed Adonis out of his head. He masturbated while thinking of the West Indian taking him firmly in his arms and making love to him. It was the same over the next few days. The man got on the bus at exactly the same stop and again Kieron couldn't help himself from looking at him, although he tried to do so discreetly. Kieron not only fantasised about him continually during the day; Kieron's dreams were haunted by him, always in a lurid, sexual way. He would wake up every morning damp between the legs from several nocturnal emissions.

Kieron resolved that he would have to at least talk to him, otherwise he would go crazy. Kieron walked the two miles or so to the stop where the man got on every morning. He was there as usual, looking as attractive as ever. He found a pretext for talking to him, although he was by nature timid and not one to talk to strangers.

"Excuse me. Has the number 48 been yet?" asked Kieron.

"No, that's the one I'm waiting for," was the reply. "It should be along in about five minutes." The voice was polite, well enunciated and very correct, reflecting an educated upbringing.

"That's good. Lovely weather isn't it?" In the absence of anything else to talk about, Kieron resorted to the time-honoured English tradition of commenting on the weather.

"Well, to be honest, this is usual where I come from" was the reply. Good, Kieron thought. At least he had got a conversation going.

"And where is that?" enquired Kieron.

"I'm from Trinidad. I've only been here three weeks. I've just started work as a physical education instructor at the Colosseum. Do you know it?"

The Colosseum was a newly built sports and leisure complex at the edge of town. "Of course," said Kieron. Do you like your new job?"

"I love it," replied the man. "But I'm not looking forward to your winters. I hear they're pretty cold in the north of England." Already Kieron found him not only physically attractive but also charming, even at this very prosaic level of conversation. They continued in a similar vein for the next few minutes until the bus came. Kieron felt bold enough to sit next to him on the bus.

"Oh, by the way I'm Kieron."

"I'm Jerome. Jerome Rhodes." They shook hands.

"Welcome to England, Jerome." Already Kieron sensed that a little warmth had developed between them. He was probably the only one so far that had spoken to Jerome in a friendly way since he had arrived in the country. They chatted pleasantly as the journey continued. Kieron said "see you" as Jerome got off. Kieron had every intention to. Jerome raised his hand and smiled as he left for work.

Kieron did the same thing every day for the next three weeks. He would walk the two miles to Jerome's stop, talk to him and sit next to him on the bus. Kieron's masturbatory fantasies became more intense and vivid. They got on very well, but their conversation never really progressed beyond the everyday level. Kieron knew he would have to force things a little but didn't really know how to. He also had a bit of an inferiority complex with regard to Jerome. Did he really believe that a hunk like Jerome, even if he liked boys, would be interested in a 5' 7", 130 pound, skinny wimp like him?

Kieron hatched a little plan, which was slightly clichéd and rather desperate, but it was all he could think of. He would leave Jerome with a polite little note. This was how it was worded:

Dear Jerome,

I hope you will not be offended by this note. During the three weeks I've known you I've grown to like you very much. I am gay and, if you are so inclined, I would like to go out with you. Whether to the cinema, to a concert or just for a drink, I'll leave the choice up to you. If you are not interested, then I apologise and again trust that you are not upset by this. My telephone number is at the bottom of this note. Please ring.

Best Regards,

Kieron

Kieron took his courage in his hands and handed Jerome the note as he was getting off the bus one morning. Jerome gave him a puzzled look but accepted it. On getting home that evening, Kieron spent an agonised two hours wondering if Jerome would call and, if he did, whether he would be the target of an outraged stream of invective. After all, a man with Jerome's looks would in all probability be a magnet for women.

The telephone rang. Kieron's heart skipped a beat. He picked up the receiver. Jerome's dulcet tones came down the line. "I'm just ringing to say I read your note and I'm not the least bit offended. In fact, it was very sweet, if a bit old-fashioned." He laughed. "I should like to take you out, if want to."

Kieron thought he had fallen into a coma and been transported into Dreamland. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! He simply couldn't find the words to express his feelings, so Jerome broke in again to end the awkward silence. "Would you like to go to the concert tomorrow evening at the Colosseum?"

"Yes, great." Kieron's power of speech had temporarily deserted him and he found he could only utter monosyllables.

"Right, let's meet outside the main entrance at eight. I'm looking forward to it."

"Great, fine," was all Kieron could manage as he put the phone down, stunned by the success of his note.

Kieron spent most of the next day -- Saturday -- worrying about how he might appear to Jerome. His old inferiority complex kicked in with a vengeance and, by the time seven o' clock came around, he was very tense and nervous. He caught the bus into town, constantly readjusting his clothes and hair. It had been a good eighteen months since he had been involved in any relationship and that had gone only so far as mutual masturbation. Could things now be looking up for him?

As promised, Jerome was there waiting outside the main entrance, with his usual beaming smile. Jerome put his hand on Kieron's shoulder -- a perhaps insignificant gesture but one that made Kieron feel miles better. They took their seats near the back and waited for the concert to begin. It was the Moody Blues, one of the innumerable comeback bands now on the circuit, but Kieron really wasn't bothered who it was performing. He just felt good being with Jerome on a real date.

But Jerome was obviously into this band. He hung on every note, every word. As the band launched into "I'm Just A Singer In A Rock 'n' Roll Band" Kieron felt Jerome's hand go around his shoulder in the darkness. To reciprocate, Kieron placed his hand in Jerome's and squeezed it. Kieron shut his eyes and basked in the satisfaction of being with a man with whom he felt truly comfortable. 

The concert passed pleasantly enough. The pair walked back to the bus station, boarded the bus, and discussed the concert. Kieron tried desperately to avoid betraying his feelings in public but he found himself being drawn ever closer to Jerome. But he was worried about appearing too forward. Jerome seemed too nice to appreciate people throwing themselves at him. They got off the bus and walked towards Jerome's house. They were in an area of very dim lighting, so Jerome took Kieron by the hand for a little of the way, which made Kieron feel good.

"May I kiss you?" asked Jerome in a gentlemanly way just before going inside his house.

"Of course," laughed Kieron, again unable to believe this was reality. Jerome held Kieron by the waist and gave him the sweetest kiss on the lips, although it was very brief. Kieron was still standing mouth agape when Jerome bade him goodnight and promised him they would see one another again. Kieron walked home feeling over six feet tall. Never had he felt such joy.

Over the next six weeks or so they went out together regularly but they never went beyond kissing and holding hands when they could do so discreetly. Kieron's libido was going into orbit. He yearned to lie in the same bed as Jerome and masturbated several times a night. But Jerome continued to behave very correctly on their outings. It would take a little bit of manoeuvring on Kieron's part to change things.

After a visit to the cinema, they walked as usual toward Jerome's house when Kieron appeared to turn his ankle on a kerbstone. He yelled and limped. Jerome was distressed to see him apparently in pain. "Are you alright, Kieron?" he asked concernedly.

"I've just twisted my ankle, I think," replied Kieron. "I'll be alright." But the manner in which Kieron walked convinced Jerome that he was in no fit state to walk home.

"I think you'd better spend the night at my place," said Jerome. "You can't carry on like that." Kieron could hardly have hoped for better words. To crown it all, Jerome put his strong right arm around his shoulders and helped him to limp the last one hundred yards to his door. Kieron found Jerome's touch electrifying. His whole body prickled with excitement.

Once inside, Kieron had to continue with his act a little longer. Jerome made Kieron stretch out on the sofa, took off his socks and shoes, and bandaged his ankle. "Well, at least it's not swollen," said Jerome. "You can sleep here for the night and we'll see what you're like in the morning. I'll get you a blanket."

It was then that Kieron felt emboldened enough to make his move. As Jerome finished fastening the safety pin on Kieron's bandage, Kieron suddenly grabbed Jerome's hand and looked him squarely in the eye. "I'm sorry, Jerome. There's nothing wrong with my ankle. You're not angry with me are you?" Jerome understood. He stooped and kissed Kieron full on the mouth. He then lay on top of Kieron, kissing him more passionately.

Kieron relished Jerome's weight on him, and began to moan softly, knowing that this time things were not going to stop with kisses. Jerome became more fervent, running his hand up Kieron's shirt and tweaking his nipples, whilst continuing to kiss him. "I'm yours if you want me, Jerome," assured Kieron. Without further delay Jerome took him by the hand and led him to his bedroom.

"I wanted so much to ask you back," said Jerome, putting his arms around Kieron's waist. "But I didn't want to appear too brazen. I haven't said anything like this before, but you're lovely Kieron." 

Kieron's heart almost leapt out of his chest with ecstasy. "But I felt the same!" cried Kieron. "I was so scared of putting you off!" Kieron knew they got on well together but hadn't the slightest idea of the depth of Jerome's feelings for him. Kieron gazed into Jerome's eyes lovingly, put his arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply, pressing his chest against Jerome's and assuring him that he fully shared Jerome's feelings.

As the pair stood by the bed, Jerome first removed the boy's tee-shirt and began to lick and kiss his nipples, occasionally biting them playfully to heighten Kieron's pleasure. He then kissed every inch of his face and neck. Kieron felt a wonderful moment of surrender when he just allowed his body to go limp and he submitted entirely to Jerome's passionate caresses. "Baby, you're gorgeous. May I take off these?" He meant Kieron's jeans. Even in the throes of passion, his politeness did not diminish for an instant.

Kieron hadn't been called "baby" ever in his life, and found it thrilling. He was now literally shaking with excitement. His senses were positively aflame. All he wanted now was for Jerome to make love to him. Jerome unbuckled Kieron's jeans and dropped them to the floor. The crotch of Kieron's underpants bulged with sexual anticipation. He then kissed and licked Kieron's smooth, hairless thighs then slid his large hands down the back of Kieron's underpants so he could fondle his delectable bottom.  

Finally, Jerome slid these down also and removed them. Kieron now stood completely nude. Jerome stepped back to admire Kieron's naked form, his milky white skin illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the bedroom window. Kieron suddenly seemed shy and inferior again, even at this point, and looked down demurely at his feet, as if he were thinking: Why would a gorgeous man like him take an interest in a skinny rake like me, with no sense of humour and nothing going for him?

As if reading his thoughts, Jerome held both of his hands and said: "Kieron, you're caring, sensitive and sweet. I want you very much." With this, he drew Kieron to him and again kissed him forcefully on the lips.

Kieron smiled warmly, feeling reassured again. "Let me undress you, Jerome. Sit on the bed, darling." 

Jerome hesitated. "I have a confession to make, Kieron," said Jerome. I haven't done this before."

"That's OK, Jerome. Neither have I." Kieron was a virgin like Jerome, but he had read about gay sex techniques on the internet and seen a few gay porn clips, so he thought he knew a little about the subject.

Kieron stooped down to remove Jerome's socks and shoes then unbuttoned his shirt. Finally he pulled off Jerome's trousers and briefs all in one movement. At seeing Jerome's fine-looking brown body, he drew his breath in sharply. He looked absolutely wonderful.

Kieron sat on Jerome's knees and slid his bottom up his thighs so his chest was tight against Jerome's and his legs were wrapped around Jerome's back. "Oh Kieron, your skin feels so soft and smooth," breathed Jerome as he stroked Kieron's back. They kissed and hugged for a long time, and were perfectly happy with that. However, they yearned for something more. 

Kieron then got off Jerome and knelt by the side of the bed between his legs. He planted numerous kisses at the top his lover's firm thighs. Finally, he took Jerome's erect penis in his hand and began to lick it. He gave long, lascivious strokes with his tongue, from the base of Jerome's scrotum to his now exposed and inflamed gland. At the top of each stroke, he would give little flicks of his tongue on Jerome's most sensitive spot, on his fraenulum, which drew little moans of pleasure.

Initially tense, Jerome relaxed and began to savour the young boy's loving attentions. He lay flat on his bed, where Kieron went down on him. Kieron was now sucking hard on Jerome's stiff member, while Jerome ran his fingers through Kieron's long hair in appreciation. Jerome now had a beautiful erection and Kieron thought that he was ready for him. "Do you have anything to lubricate me, darling?" asked Kieron.

It wasn't a question Jerome was expecting, being a little ignorant in these matters. He looked pensive for a moment then said: "I have some baby oil next door in the bathroom. Will that be OK?"

"Baby oil should be fine. Where is it?" asked Kieron.

"It's in the bathroom cabinet on the top shelf."

Kieron returned later carrying a small bottle. "Now pour plenty on your hand and push your fingers right into me."

As Kieron got on all fours on the bed, Jerome did as he was asked. He poured a liberal quantity in one hand and pushed his index finger into Kieron's rectum. Then, as Kieron's opening became more slippery with the oil, he managed to get a second finger in. He slid his two fingers in and out a few times, producing gasps of approval from Kieron. "Ooh Jerome, that feels so good. I can't wait until you're inside me!"

Jerome also felt so turned on by the sight of Kieron's lovely petite bottom, which was now being voluntarily offered to him. He poured some oil on his penis, massaging it so it regained its full stiffness. He then positioned himself behind Kieron and prepared to enter him. Kieron shuddered in anticipation. He had used an anal vibrator regularly so felt he had an idea of what to expect, but he was still a little apprehensive.

"Just take it very slowly and easily darling," Kieron said in a slightly worried voice. He felt his buttocks being spread by Jerome's large hands then the tip of his penis pushing gently against his anus. Jerome placed his hands on Kieron's hips and slowly eased half his length in. Kieron relaxed his sphincter muscles in order to facilitate Jerome's entrance. It was a little uncomfortable but nothing too bad.

"Are you OK, baby?" asked Jerome concernedly.

"Yes, it's fine," replied his young lover. "Please, get inside me."

Jerome pushed the rest of the way in, withdrew slightly, then began to thrust slowly. He had never known pleasure like this. At each stroke, Kieron's sphincter gripped the base of his penis tightly, producing exquisite sensations that coursed throughout his body. This, coupled with the gentle acquiescence of Kieron, his lovely soft white skin, and his soft groans of enjoyment, produced a sensual feast. As he quickened the pace of his thrusting, the tension mounted in his loins and he knew he could not last much longer.

After his initial uneasiness, Kieron's enjoyment increased with every stroke. His dreams had been fun, but the reality was infinitely better. He even began to push his bottom back to meet Jerome's thrusts. He was thrilled to be giving so much pleasure. 

"Ooh baby, that feels so good! You're going to make me come!" Jerome gave one final thrust. He felt every last bit of energy in his body was being concentrated in the tip of his penis as he ejaculated fiercely and copiously into Kieron. He fell on top of Kieron and closed his eyes, to savour his orgasm in full and the feel of the lovely submissive boy beneath him. Having given himself a minute or so to recover, he withdrew from Kieron, turned him round, and kissed him with incredible ardour.

The lovers spent a good few minutes thus, kissing and stroking one another and exchanging nice lovers' compliments. Jerome's erection had now totally recovered and he found he wanted Kieron again. Still his correct language and politeness had not deserted him even in these circumstances. "May I make love to you again, baby?" he asked.

"Well, I'll consider it," teased Kieron laughingly. "Lie down."

Jerome wondered what he had in mind, but Kieron wasted no time in letting him know. Facing Jerome, he got astride him and lowered himself on to Jerome's tumescent member. Jerome slid in easily this time. Kieron gripped him by the shoulders and began move his bottom up and down. As he did so, Jerome stroked Kieron's penis, which rapidly became erect. As Jerome's excitement increased, he gripped Kieron by the waist and began to thrust upwards into him, so his thighs thudded against Kieron's girlish bottom. Another low guttural moan escaped his lips as he reached a wonderful climax inside Kieron. At the same time he masturbated Kieron hard, causing the latter to spurt over Jerome's chest. The two crushed their naked, sweaty bodies together, their feelings of relief and desire indescribable.

Kieron felt utterly sated and contented, yet he had underestimated his lover's virility. After a few more minutes the intensity of Jerome's caresses was such that Kieron realised he wanted to make love for a third time. "Kneel by the bed darling," he said.

Jerome did as he was told, as Kieron placed his slender legs on Jerome's shoulders. Kieron felt deliciously vulnerable in this position, with his legs spread and raised, his anus openly exposed to Jerome. Jerome penetrated him once again, gripping his thighs tightly to maintain Kieron's legs in position. The edge having slightly been taken off his desire, Jerome lasted longer this time -- a good ten minutes. He came inside Kieron in a mad flurry of thrusting and moaning.




Dream Lover



They both got into bed utterly exhausted. Jerome pulled the duvet over them both, after which Kieron fell asleep almost immediately. Jerome contemplated the events of the last few weeks as his young lover's chest gently rose and fell against him. He had been worried about coming to England, but he now felt things were going to be alright. As for Kieron, he was lost in his dreams of contentment. 



Dream Lover



She startled out of her sleep with a jump, wondering what had caused her to wake. Clutching her sheet to her chest, the young woman looked around. Booming thunder caused her to jump, a scream caught in her throat. She laughed and fell back against her pillows, the sheet pulling down to expose the thin, silky camisole covering her smooth young flesh. Satisfied that it was just the storm causing her to wake, she shut her eyes and waited for slumber to take her into back into its warm bosom. 

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing a dark figure lurking in the inky shadows of the night. He watched her wake, frightened at his presence. He saw her look around, heard her frightened laughter. He was amused by her lack of concern. If only she knew what haunted the night. If only she knew what stood, watching her slumber. In her mind he saw the black waves of sleep ebb and flow, enticing her into their warm grasp. He heard her breathing grow long and slow and knew that it was time. Another bolt brightened the dark bedroom as he took a step towards his unknowing prey.

It was almost like a breath. Like a warm breeze blowing gently across her thighs, causing her warm skin to pucker. Moaning sleepily, she instinctively rolled onto her back, still lost in the warm embrace of sleep. She could almost feel the warm caress of her silken flesh. She slowly awoke, groggy and warm, in that state of near sleep. Warm hands on her knees, running up and down from hip to calf and she groaned. It had been so long since she had been touched. Still half dreaming, a sensuous face filled her mind. Black hair so shiny and dark that it almost gleamed blue with streaks of burgundy red the color of a good red wine tied back with a leather tie. He had the strong nose and jaw of an ancient Greek god. Eyes so blue they seemed to glow with fiery need in the darkness. The man was so beautiful it looked as if he was sculpted by a master artisan. She moaned and arched as his lips, which looked so hard but felt like the finest velvet replaced his strong hands on the inside of her ankle. 

She tasted like heaven. She felt like heaven. If he weren't damned he would have thought himself in bed with an angel. She had the long shapely legs of a model, legs that any man would die to feel wrapped around him. She smelt of vanilla and spring, with a sweet muskiness that was purely woman and purely sex. His entire body throbbed with the electricity of anticipation. It had been a long, long time since he had wanted a woman this badly. For the most part all of them ran together as faceless, shapeless beings only there to curb his need. It wasn't about desire, it was about survival. But this one was different. This one glowed with an aura of goodness and light. He had to touch her, had to feel her. He rarely felt anything but hunger. This was a different kind of hunger, the kind that pierced the soul that he didn't even know that he had anymore. His fingertips grazed the hem of her panties and he felt her shudder, felt her skin prickle with desire. He traced the line with his tongue, his senses reeling with the scent of her hot pussy pulsing with need. He ached to plunder her sweet body, but knew that he needed to be patient. His fingers moved on, over her hips and under her cami to caress the silken skin of her taunt stomach and waist. He heard her sharp intake of breath and the sound caused need to pierce his groin, already painfully excited. 

She felt like she was going to explode. It was like electricity was running along her veins, filling her with nameless wants. She shifted her weight and the slight friction of her panties against her molten center caused her to groan. His lips and tongue were teasing and taunting her stomach, moving ever so slowly up and over her ribs. Her nipples were tight with wanting, she needed his mouth, needed him to move faster, but he was still trailing those hot kisses ever so slowly. She couldn't take it anymore, this slow exquisite torture. Arching, she buried her hands in his cool hair, dislodging the tie, causing his hair to tumble over his shoulders, brushing her skin like a million cool silky fingers. He pushed her top over her firm, lush breasts and and she felt his warm breath. Pulling him to her, sparks exploded in her head as his mouth made contact with hot pulsing nipples. He filled his hands with her creamy tits, alternating his mouth between the two. Nothing had ever felt like this before.

Preying for forgiveness from every god that he could think of, he knew that he needed to have her against him. His mouth not leaving the smooth succulent paradise that was her breasts, he brought his hands down and roughly parted her thighs. He lowered his body onto hers, feeling her pliant warmth. Her shape contoured to his so perfectly. She moaned at the pressure where she needed it most, at the wet apex of her smooth thighs. He couldn't wait any longer, he would explode if he even tried. He reached down and released his hard cock from its enclosure, rubbing himself against her pantie clad pussy. He throbbed at the contact and quickly pushed the damp panties aside, allowing him access. He positioned his hardness at her hot damp opening and shuddered with need.

She rubbed against his hard cock and needed it inside of her. When she thrust her hips against him, she heard him groan. After a moments hesitation he plunged himself deep into her creamy pussy causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure. She could feel his cock filling her, stretching her, making her body whole. She could feel the hot need building as he sheathed himself again and again in her hot tight opening. She felt his mouth at her neck and startled at a sharp pain, but was immediately filled by sharp piercing waves of hot ecstasy. She could feel herself draining into his mouth as she exploded again and again. Her eyes shut, all she could see was the bright light of pure pleasure and bliss. 

Nothing had ever felt like this, not in the whole damned eternity that was his existence. What he felt in her body was salvation, it was pure goodness and light. As he drank from her he could feel that light filling him, making him see and experience feeling that he thought his old body had long left behind. White light filled his mind as he felt her hot cunt contract around his painfully hard dick. As she screamed into the stormy night he knew he would be close behind. He rode her climax and knew that he was lost. Slamming into her soft body one last time, he shuddered as he cried out his own pleasure.

She slowly came to, her body still quaking with pleasure. She had never had a dream quite so intense. Who was she kidding, she had never known anything that intense. Sitting up she looked around her dark room. Getting to her feet, she made her way to the kitchen. She returned several minutes later, cool glass of water in hand. As she entered her bedroom, she stopped dead in the doorway and all of the color drained out of her lovely face. Her water glass crashed to the floor drenching her bare feet with its icy contents. There, in the middle of her pillow, was a single burgundy red rose, the color of a wine red wine, and tipped with the inkiest of black.



Dream lover



Finally, he turned 22 and it coincided with his first book being released. Although it did well, he knew deep down that his first novel would only be a door opener, not something that would make him a millionaire overnight. However, he was afforded access to promote it and when he found out Kate was promoting her new album with a signing, he simply had to get her signature. At 35, she was stunning. Waiting in the line for a signed copy of her new album, he finally reached the desk. Smiling, he thanked her for going to sign it, when she looked up smiling, then puzzled for a moment.

"Are you, are you a writer by any chance?" she asked him.

"Yes, I am actually" and blurted out his name, amazed when she nodded.

"I really enjoyed your book. Dominic, isn't it?" she commented gracefully.

"I am honoured, I really am Kate" he said and almost shaking, he smiled again, walking off as Kate turned to the next fan walking forward from the line.

Wow! She actually knew who he was! A week later, during promotional work, he was visiting his publisher and went down to the small canteen to grab a cup of tea. Kate was in there, chatting with her PR person, who was rushing off to another meeting.

"Do you want a cup?" he asked, indicating the stand.

She smiled at him and nodded. This was probably the only chance he'd ever have to speak to someone he was a huge fan of and this time he was at least going to string a sentence together. Her PR person left and he sat down, opposite her. 

"Forgive me, I hope I'm not intruding. But I wanted to say thanks, firstly for the signed copy. I've been a fan of yours for as long as I can remember and I'm honoured you even know who I am" he gushed.

"Well, I like quality and your writing betrayed a real quality. I think you might find more success quite easily you know" she answered, smiling again.

They talked for a bit and Kate confessed it was great to have an intellectual chat with someone, although she admitted she was impressed at his level of conversation for such a young man. When he asked for her number, Kate didn't seem to mind and they agreed to keep in touch.

A few weeks later, he was going for a drive and called Kate, asking if she fancied a spin in the country. To his delight she agreed and he picked her up in the one thing he had spent money on, his sports coupe. They even found a small country pub, where they sat outside enjoying a bar lunch.

"Listen, I'm doing nothing later and to be honest, I've had such a lovely time today. Why don't you stay for dinner?" she offered him.

"Only if you're sure" he said, not daring to hope this was really happening.

"I do have my faculties you know" she replied and he wasn't sure if he had offended her or if Kate was only joking so he agreed quickly.

Kate was surprised at herself too. She knew he was too young for her, but his conversation, his mannerisms, his personality was a delight and she enjoyed his company. They were merely friends and she wanted some company. Kate also felt she could trust him or he would never have been allowed back. After a pleasant meal, they continued the bottle of wine in the lounge.

Kate had to admit, she was really enjoying the evening. For his part, it was a bit like having the perfect dream, only he didn't want to wake from this one. This gorgeous woman, whom he'd been a fan of since a child, was sitting laughing and enjoying an evening at her house with him. Part of him was wondering if, incredibly, this was leading somewhere, or whether it was just the wine and they were merely two friends enjoying one another's company. Kate was wearing a pale yellow skirt, which came past her knees, worn loosely. Her lustrous dark hair hung down, curling around her youthful elfin face. He poured Kate another glass from the bottle and half sat on the sofa next to her. As he looked at her, their faces were mere inches apart and suddenly they were kissing. As it began to turn passionate, they both drew back and were pleasantly surprised that both felt so comfortable doing so. He filled his own glass and they went back to talking.

"Kate, if you don't mind me saying, you have beautiful legs, well actually, you're beautiful from head to toe" he said, the words tumbling out.

She giggled at his compliment and the talk soon turned a little bolder. Kate was surprising herself at her own boldness, even asking him what sexual experiences he'd had. He countered by asking what she enjoyed most.

"What do you think?" she offered back.

He thought about it, puzzled then eventually smiled back.

"Oral"? he offered.

She laughed at that.

"But specifically?" and he thought again.

"Receiving?" he offered and she nodded.

"Although it's not something I get often" she mused.

Soon Kate was questioning him and was a little surprised as he added although so many things were fantastic with the right woman, he didn't mind giving oral, but preferably if the woman really loved it. Kate didn't respond directly, but they kissed again and they melted into the sofa. 

Somehow, his arm ended up under her leg and as he planted kisses on her neck and cleavage, he began to slide down. Her skirt had also slid back and soon, only his arms remained on the sofa, while he sat on the floor. It only took a second of pause before he left a trail of wet kisses on her inner thighs. He couldn't see Kate's face for the bunched skirt, but as he planted a kiss on her crotch, he felt rather than heard her sigh. Throwing caution to the wind, he parted her knickers and brought his tongue to bear on her exposed pussy. Kate hadn't expected today to turn out like this, but everything felt right. He had been gently exploring her with his mouth for several minutes now and if she had a wish, it would be that this went on for ages. He was cleverly letting his tongue enter her, while the back of his tongue brushed her clitoris. She had a mental image of sitting on his face and dismissed the thought. He probably wouldn't let her do that; no, better to just live for the moment and enjoy his ministrations.

"I feel like I could do this for ages to you, if you let me" he said from below.

"Really? I didn't dare hope that would be the case. It feels good having you down there. If I had my way" she finished.

"I'd like you to have your way. I can sense you love this" he said in between licks.

"Maybe later, if I'm lying in your bed and I'm looking up at you sitting on me, we'll both know how much we're enjoying it" he added then slowly licked downwards, until he was at the bottom of her slit.

Kate kept her excitement and surprise in check. Was this delightful young man a mind reader? She couldn't wait to sit on his face later and maybe he would take part in a number of fantasies she had. Kate always came across as quiet and reserved but the slightly selfish aspect of being pleasured was something she adored.

Visions of resting her elbows on the table, while he knelt behind her licking selflessly had her excited. She was firmly resolved now that she did want to fuck him, but he seemed equally agreeable to giving her hours of bliss with his mouth and she intended on enjoying just that. With her thighs either side of his head, he concentrated on her responses. The way this stunning woman was enjoying his pleasuring was exciting him.

He really hoped she would let him fuck her later, but he could tell the way she enjoyed his efforts that she really did enjoy oral more than anything. He also harboured some fantasies in that respect, of Kate being a little demanding on his talents, not realising how realistic that scenario was. Soon however, Kate could no longer contain her excitement and as he responded by sucking on her clit, she yelled out loudly, her hands gripping his hair and clutching his face to her crotch. Even as she slumped back in a state of euphoria, he was still teasing her gently. She could feel his tongue dropping lower then she sensed him hesitate.

"Don't stop" she said and he continued until he reached her ass.

Licking gently, his tongue found entry and Kate smiled to herself.

"I want to say something to you, it's okay, you can do that and answer later. I'm really enjoying myself and I can see us doing this many times in future. And I feel, well I feel as if you give me the freedom to be myself. I want you in my bed tonight and I want you to fuck me. In every way. I mean with your cock and your tongue. And if you really meant about me having my way, well let's just say I have lots of ideas there. So, how does that grab you?" she asked him excitedly.

"I'll do this to you whenever you want, wherever you want and it will never be a lazy effort. I'd love to fuck you but I want you to feel you can do what you like when you like. You turn me on so much" he said then as her hand pressed on the back of his head, he resumed rimming her.

"Great. I've got so many ideas. You'd better not talk too much, you'll need your jaw muscles tonight" Kate said lustfully, shivering with pleasure as his nose brushed her slit with his tongue entering her below.

Despite the age difference it just felt so right and she wondered, he would probably be amazing at fucking her later too. But at the moment, she was just enjoying the focus being solely on her needs and desires. She began to imagine waking up like this, or perhaps after a function, coming home to some stress relief.

"Up a bit now" she said and immediately, he trailed a wet lick up her slit and back down it again, before beginning to tongue fuck her pussy.

Gradually, he settled into a pleasant rhythm and she rested her head on one arm, while her other one descended down, hand entwined in his hair.

For the next hour, she encouraged him to work on both orifices until she simply couldn't hold back her passion any longer and had an earth shattering orgasm. By this time, her skirt was lying on the ground and they rose and went to her bedroom.

"Fuck me" she said simply and he needed no 2nd invitation.

Divesting himself of clothes hurriedly, she removed her top and bra as he mounted her and began to piston in and out of her. His control was immense, despite his straining desire and she clawed at his back until turning over, he slid into her from behind.

"Kate, I'm going to cum" he shouted and pulled out of her.

He splashed onto her back and as she turned round, he lay down beside her on the bed. They didn't say anything for quite some time, until she led him by the hand to the window, overlooking a moonlit garden.

"I want to do things with you in the garden, at this dresser, the breakfast table. You've awakened my passion and it will rarely be cooled" she whispered.

"I'd like that and perhaps if you want to tell me what to do, I love pleasing you" he said.

"You will loverboy, you will" she said and they returned to bed.

Although they slept for a while, he awoke in the morning to find something tickling his nose. As he focused his eyes, she looked down on him smiling.

"Next time, you wake me up okay?" she said and as he nodded, she lowered her pussy onto his mouth.

Her eager cunt welcomed his tongue as it slipped inside her.

"Mhhmm, are you enjoying that?" she asked him.

"Yes, I'd do this to you as often as you wish" he responded, continuing his efforts.

"That might be quite a lot" she responded, then slid forward until his tongue was caressing her arse again.

Before too long, she slipped backwards again, presenting her wet pussy to him once more. After that, she found that just by sliding forward while he rimmed her, it was delaying her orgasm and stopping her clitoris from being over stimulated too quickly. It was the realisation that she wanted to give her knees a rest and the sight of his handsome face focusing on her pleasure, that finally brought a powerful orgasm racing out of her.

As she slipped off his face, he was about to fuck her again, when suddenly she leapt up.

"Shit, I'm supposed to be visiting family today. Erm right, if I get started on packing; damn, you know I clean forgot it was today. I would have booked a taxi to the train station" she trailed off.

"Hey, why don't I drive you? You can relax and well, how long are you there for?" he added.

"A week" she said, smiling.

"Well, I could pick you up from the station near by when you get back?" he offered.

She smiled at him again and stood up, stretching, then turned back to him.

"That would be good. Because I intend on using this and this and this" she said, putting her finger on his tongue, his cock and his nose.

Part of him was frustrated that he wouldn't have time to fuck her for a week and part of him was still in awe of this wondrous woman who wanted him so fully. They rose together and she turned to him.

"Hey, are you frustrated?" she said to him.

"A little, but only because you're so sexy" he added.

"Well, fuck me in the bathroom" she ordered and marched off.

He practically ran after her and she bent over the bath, letting him slip into her. This time, he came at the same time as her and spurted his seed inside her. They entered the shower together and washed, until she told him to kneel.

"Wash me" she said as he looked at her angel wings.

Most of his cum had seeped out and he held her open as she squeezed, making sure all of it was out. Then he delicately washed her. She let his skilful fingers gently probe her, until she really clean then lifted one leg up. He read her mind, helping her hook it over his shoulder as he tasted her again. This time, it was a quick orgasm, his tongue relentless in its passion as she held his face tightly against her.

"Oh fuck, that's it, lick me just there, lick it all up" she groaned as he did just that.

He left the cubicle, swiftly drying and went to dress, leaving her to relax and freshen up, before the trip. They were soon ready and sat over the breakfast bar, eating cereal and banana. He had been admiring her figure again, this time in jeans and boots.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked him.

"You're tastier than any banana" he said, as he had a bit of one in his cereal.

She smiled at him then.

"Maybe you should eat your banana a special way next time we have some" she added.

"What do you mean? Oh right, I'd like that. Maybe you'd let me eat a piece if I asked nicely" he quipped.

"Only if you ask very nicely" she shot back.

Once finished, she locked up the lovely house and he carried her bag out to the boot of the car. Soon they were speeding along; they didn't say much on the way and he dropped her off just at the gates to the family house, with a promise to pick her up from the train station on her return.

The following week, he drove down to the station a little early, ready to pick her up. They hadn't spoken on the phone except a text to confirm the train she would be on and he was excited. He was presumptuous, packing an overnight bag and had thrown himself into the new book with gusto while she had been away. Then the train arrived and she crossed to the car. He was wearing a cut shirt and jeans, admiring Kate's dress sense as she smiled at him and hopped into the passenger seat. Her skirt was above the knee and although not tight, it wasn't loose either. Her dark hair cascaded over the white blouse and he had to concentrate if he were to drive the car safely. Kate noticed him staring at her and smiled back.

"You like? Seeing as you like seeing me in a skirt and you ogle my legs so much, I thought I should oblige" she said cheerily.

"You look amazing" he simply said back.

"Drive", she said and he didn't need told twice.

As he went through the gears and settled into a comfortable speed for the journey back, Kate leaned over to talk into his ear.

"I've had some wonderful ideas for us all week. Are you going to indulge me?" she questioned him.

His cock already hard, stiffened even more at her words.

"Yes. Whatever you have in mind, I'm all yours" he said eagerly.

"Anything?" she continued, teasing him.

"You click your fingers, I react" he offered hopefully.

How he fancied her!

"I'm looking forward to getting my thighs over your shoulders again. A week is too long. But I have other ideas too" she offered teasingly.

"Oh, my shoulders are yours to use whenever you want. What other ideas?" he asked, noting they only had 15 minutes until her house.

"I want to push your boundaries, push our boundaries. I'm not going to let you fuck me the way you want to today. Don't worry, I need sex regularly and you will be the only man giving it to me, but I want to indulge our senses. You are going to please me. You are going to be filled with desire for me every minute of every day. Tell me, you said before you wanted me to have my way but did you mean it?" she questioned him.

"Um, yes of course. I, well, I really enjoy giving if you know what I mean?" he said in response.

"Be a bit more specific" she pushed.

"I love giving you pleasure" he replied hopefully.

"I said specific lover. Surely a writer can be more specific with his words?" she teased, whispering it into his ear.

"Okay. I love giving orally. To you" he said hurriedly.

"That's better. And you know what? You know what my favourite thing is? Orally receiving, as you so delicately put it. So can you guess what today is going to focus on?" she quizzed again.

"Pleasing you" he offered.

"Yes! And if we go on together, you are going to fall completely under my spell. Would you like that?" she offered.

"I would love that" he said back to her honestly.

She smiled and rubbed his crotch excitedly.

"So today, no fucking for you sadly. But I want you to know it will turn me on so much that tomorrow you will fuck me even better for having waited. I suppose you might not think it's fair you are having to forego your pleasure but this is going to turn me on an awful lot. Oh and I forgot to mention, I'm not wearing knickers" she said as they pulled into her driveway.

Kate hopped out of the car as he followed with her suitcase and his holdall. They entered and he deposited the bags outside the lounge as Kate grabbed a glass of water and walked to the shorter sofa, reclining on it as he followed her. She gazed up at him smiling, then simply pointed at the floor in front of her. As soon as he was on his knees she confidently slipped her luscious thighs over his shoulders, her skirt falling back a little so that his face was visible to her from above.

"Don't keep me waiting" she said lustfully and he fell to the task at hand.

His mouth sought each lip first, kissing them gently and drawing them into his mouth before his tongue delved inside. Kate smiled to herself as she felt it go in and rested her head on one arm. Her other hand lazily toyed with his hair while his face pressed into her crotch, as he began to tongue fuck her. She lay like this for a while, idly enjoying the slow, steady thrusts of that delightful tongue before she raised her head a little to watch him at work.

"I'm very wet but don't let anything get on my sofa, okay?" she instructed him.

"Whatever you say" he responded, changing tack and taking broad sweeps of his tongue up to the top of her pussy before running down to her asscheeks and slowly back again.

Kate settled back again to enjoy this change in stimulation. A month ago, she would never have imagined this change in her life but she wasn't going to let up in the progression of this amazing relationship. It was her lover's fault. He fitted her true nature so well; she adored oral, well adored receiving oral she reflected. She had always wanted a man to please her needs selflessly and she wanted this dream lover to be attractive. In short, the young man on his knees was perfect for her. Many ideas had come to her during the week but having him focus solely on her needs at the expense of his own was something she repeatedly thought about. Later she would enjoy some serious ass kissing; she pictured herself not for the first time that week reclining at the waist while he worshipped her arse. But a slow orgasm was the perfect beginning to things. She smiled again at the sensation of his featherlite tongue taking delicate sweeps of her glistening fanny before changing tack and drifting from side to side then back to front again.




Dream lover



Down below, her lover worked slowly and adoringly. For his part, he was still overwhelmed by this sexy woman. Even though she had informed him he would not have any sexual relief, he was simply more turned on. The way she enjoyed being in control touched his own sexual desires in ways he hardly even realised himself. Watching her walk from the car to her house, he noted her absolutely perfect legs, the supple thighs, smooth calves and taut bumcheeks. Even despite his own desires, he knew he would probably do anything to please her. His hot tongue pushed into her cunt again. Lapping inside eagerly, he felt her hand tighten it's grip in his hair.

Kate pushed down harder on his head. Despite her desire to last longer, she needed an orgasm. Both her hands came down to pull his head up to her engorged clit and his mouth responded.

"That's it lover, suck me there. Don't you dare waste my juices though, ah! I'm cuming!!!!!" she yelled, pulling his head this way and that while her thighs spasmed, tightening and loosening around his head while his mouth never once left her heat.

It was a full minute and a half later that she slowed and let out a long sigh. Gradually, he eyes focussed and she realised her was cleaning her juices with his tongue. Spreading her legs slightly, she let him continue, his tongue deftly covering both her cheeks before approaching her arse properly. By this point, she was slumped down on the sofa and her juices had ran down to her bum and past it. He hesitated for a split second then put his strong hands under her bum cheeks. Lifting her crotch off the sofa, his tongue found the back of her ass crack. Slowly and lewdly, he licked purposefully along her ass crack until her reached her sphincter. He lapped over it excitedly before continuing on to her pussy.

After slowly lapping at her tender sex, he delicately sucked drops of moisture from her pubes. Then he repeated this process again. Kate let him do so, then pushed his head away. She rose to her feet and in one smooth motion unzipped her skirt, letting it fall onto the floor.

"Are you okay? Did you enjoy that?" he said anxiously, still on his knees.

Kate stooped to kiss him, then stopped as she could smell her juices on his face. Instead she stood at full height again.

"Maybe in the past, I would have said it was wonderful. But you want to improve, don't you? So let's just say it was okay at best. Follow me" she said to him.

He did so, as she walked upstairs, towards her bedroom. Once inside, she walked to the window, resting her hands on the wide sill and looking out over her large garden.

"Kiss me" she said and he hurried over to approach.

His eyes took in her incredibly pert bum and almost intuitively he knelt. It was clear it wasn't a proper kiss she wanted.

She didn't react at all as he rained kisses down on both perfect globes but soon he approached her centre. His tongue trailed down the furrow again before approaching her sphincter again. This time, he didn't hesitate to press against the tight opening. At first, there was no give but gradually she opened up and welcomed his tongue. He thrust as deeply as he could and she tightened her muscles around his tongue appreciatively before relaxing so he could continue.

"Slowly" she said curtly and he settled into a steady, insistent rhythm.

Kate leaned further forward, resting her elbows on the soft curtain while she enjoyed his ministrations.

"Do you enjoy receiving oral?" she said suddenly to him.

"Um, yes" he replied pulling out his tongue to answer before resuming rimming her again.

"It's just that, well, I don't really, well not giving it. A guy tried to force me once and it really put me off doing it. Hey, don't get me wrong, I will sometimes but if I do, it won't be very often. Does that bother you?" she enquired.

He had wondered about reciprocation and had hoped she would do so. It didn't bother him that it wouldn't be very often though, as long as he was able to fuck her regularly to make up for it.

"Um, I guess not. I really want to please you" he answered finally.

"Good. It's not that I won't do it. It's just that, it won't happen that often; I wanted to be honest with you because I think things are really amazing between us, you know?" she said.

"I'm glad you love pleasing me because it will be an important part of our sex life. A daily occurrence in fact. But it won't be reciprocated daily, maybe at some point in the month depending on how carried away I get" she continued.

He felt better at her explanation. All he had to do was get her carried away and she might return oral favours! The thought had him rim her deeper than ever.

Above him, Kate enjoyed the enthusiasm behind her. She really didn't relish a big thing in her mouth; her pussy loved it but not her mouth. Maybe half a dozen times a year would stop him from climbing the walls but he would have to keep her really happy in order for this to happen. It was much more pleasant to have a silky tongue doing things to her instead.

"I'll aim to please you daily then" he promised then she felt his tongue again.

"I'm sure you will. However, one thing I won't do is put my tongue inside your bum. I don't like the idea of it at all. A man is all hairy there, you know? That doesn't mean to say I don't enjoy it being done to me. I insist on it" she said with matter of factly.

"Anyway, do you think it's fair that you will be doing something regular to me that I will never do to you? Be honest" she urged him.

He thought about it and having never had it done to him, wasn't sure how it would feel anyway.

"I've never had a girl do that, so I don't know what I'm missing if I'm honest. I know you enjoy it and I will please you any way you want" he said at last.

Kate smiled to herself; what a perfect response.

"I'm happy to hear that. I like the feeling of your tongue back there, so therefore I WILL enjoy it. But think of it this way. We buy a cake and you tell me that you don't like the cake. Should I only eat half of the cake?" she asked him.

He found the question odd but responded anyway.

"Um, no. I guess if I didn't like it, you should have all of it" he said.

"That's right. Hey, keep going while I talk to you, that's better. Now then, the cake. The cake is my analogy for what you are doing to me now. I'm going to have all the cake so it doesn't go to waste. In other words, I'm going to enjoy your tongue like this but you are going to forego it completely. So in some ways you might think it's selfish, but in other ways it's practical. I'm getting all of what I enjoy so you're going to be doing this an awful lot" she finally concluded.

As she said so, she stood up to her full height and dislodged his tongue.

"Hop on the bed darling" she said and he hurried to obey.

Once on, she mounted his face, looking down at him as her arsecheeks covered his mouth again. When she descended, his nose was engulfed by her pussy as his tongue resumed it's place inside her arse again.

"You turn me on so much, do you know that?" she said to him.

He didn't respond as he couldn't and she smiled down at him. His tongue pushed deep into her sphincter. The band squeezed back before spreading to let him into her. He licked and lapped in between thrusts, while she rocked gently on his nose. His body flexed and tensed trying to dig deeper. The reality of Dominic tongue fucking her arsehole was overwhelming. The juices ran down his chin and throat. His skin glistened with her love.

"I'm going to fuck you now, are you ready?" she asked him and heard what she thought sounded like a muffled yes.

Sliding back, she could almost feel the relief as his face was mashed by her pussy again. He held onto her hips as she began to rock back and forth on his tongue, her speed increasing as she mashed harder onto his face.

"Look at me!!" she moaned and squealed as her orgasm raced through her, gazing down through misty eyes at his own as they looked obediently up her body.

Much later, her vision cleared and she looked down at him.

"Your face was made to fit there, wasn't it?" and he nodded, smiling.

"You know Dominic, it's funny. Here you are with a name such as yours and yet I'm the one who acts Domme" she declared in great mirth.

Then she slumped off him and lay on the bed. She had already removed her blouse before mounting his face and guided his head to her breasts, enjoying his mouth on them. She didn't talk for about 10 minutes, then she pushed his head a little. Understanding, he kissed over her stomach, her thighs already welcoming him as they slipped over his shoulders.

"Just kiss my bumcheeks for now, I need a breather" she said and felt his obedient lips move to do her bidding.

To be continued



Dream Lover



She was drowning. She pushed wildly with her arms and legs, reaching for the life-giving oxygen at the surface, only to find that something bound her, limiting her range of motion. She summoned all her strength to fight, finally pushing through to full consciousness, then sat bolt upright, the blanket which had limited her breathing slipping just enough to allow her to take great ragged gulps of air. Her pulse pounded wildly in her temples and her neck. She struggled to quiet her breathing, looking around her cautiously to determine where she was.

What she noticed first was the quiet, the absolute stillness. No sounds of cars outside or conversation in the next room. Not even the rhythmic tick-tock of a clock. Just stillness.

That and the darkness, inky and heavy, so dark no outlines or shadows were visible at all.

Her legs were snugly but not uncomfortably bound, and her arms were unbound but wrapped tightly in something, perhaps a blanket, which covered her so securely she realized after a few futile tries that she'd never get free on her own. She tensed various parts of her body to see if she could discern any injury, but she felt no pain. No, whoever had bound her this way had done so carefully, with no intent to hurt her. And while she couldn't see even an outline of where she was, she knew instinctively that she was in a pleasant place, for the room smelled of sandalwood, candles, and fresh, clean linens.

"Don't panic, Lera," she told herself. "You'll get free yet."

Moments passed, moments during which she became increasingly aware of her heightened senses and the rapid beat of her heart. Finally, from the next room to her right, she could hear a door open and close firmly, then deliberate footsteps crossed a hard floor, perhaps brick or Spanish tile, then another closer door opened briefly and let in a small bit of light, just enough to detect the tall shape of a cowled man, his face hidden by his costume, his hands concealed by the loose arms of his brown robe. He turned briefly and the door shut firmly behind him, the room returning to total darkness once more. 

The man moved toward her deliberately, his steps muffled now by some sort of covering on the floor. She felt him approach, sensed him, rather than heard him, and once more she became aware of the pound of her own blood in her temples. Who is he, she thought frantically, and what does he want with me?

She could sense him beside her and faintly hear his breathing. He hesitated a moment.

"Lera," he whispered, and she started. He knew her name.

"Don't be afraid. I'd never hurt you." His hands reached out tentatively to touch her, to deftly locate and loosen the rope that held her blanket in place from neck to knees. She tensed, preparing to kick out and run as soon as her bonds became loose enough, and as though aware of her thoughts, the man hesitated, then whispered, "Lera, before I can release you, you must promise me something."

"What?" she whispered, startled at the creaky sound of her own voice.

He cupped his hands gently on the sides of her face and said softly, "Listen to my voice very carefully. Do you know me?"

"No," she whispered, her senses straining to detect his identity.

"Listen to my voice," he repeated patiently. "I'm the man who's come to make love to you in your dreams since childhood. I'm the man you've waited for. Listen to my voice, feel my touch, and know me."

Lera listened, as he asked, and felt the energy flow from his fingertips into her warm cheeks. She was conscious of her heartbeat slowing down, the blood seeming to flow more slowly and deliberately through her body. She was conscious, too, of the strange mesmerizing presence of the man who loomed over her. He seemed to be able to see her, into her soul, even in the utter dark of that room.

"You must promise me, Lera, not to run when I untie you. Otherwise I cannot let you go. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered, nodding her head in the dark, "I promise." She felt no fear of him, only a strange sense of familiarity, but she couldn't recognize him. She only knew that he wouldn't hurt her.

She could sense his brief smile before he continued loosening her bonds, and then she felt the blanket being pulled away from her and she flexed her arms with relief. She was naked beneath the blanket, she discovered, though she had no recollection how she'd gotten that way, and his hands momentarily brushed her breasts, her back, her hip as he carefully removed her ropes. She was very aware of everywhere he touched her. His touch didn't panic her, as a man's touch always had, creating equal parts of desire and fear. No, this man's touch seemed soothing, almost clinical, like the touch of a doctor.

When she was finally completely free she placed her hands on the surface beneath her, discovering that she was lying on cool satin sheets. Even though she was naked, she thought, the man couldn't see her. His touch on her shoulders as he pushed her back to the bed, settling her head comfortably on a soft pillow, seemed so distant.

"You're tired, Lera. You need to sleep. Don't worry--I'll explain all later. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes," she found herself whispering softly, and her eyes closed. She was, indeed, surprisingly tired. She felt him move her body carefully into the position she liked best, on her side, and then she felt him climb into bed behind her. She wasn't surprised or alarmed by his presence.

"Sleep, Lera," he commanded, and immediately she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, resting against the softness of his robe.

Sometime in the night she must have stirred, for she became aware of his still wakefulness behind her. She was aware that he knew she was awake and that he waited to speak with her.

"Good," he said simply . "Are you rested?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Do you know why you're so tired, Lera?"

"No."

"You're tired of fighting your own nature. You're tired of resisting me, of fighting me."

"Yes, I am," she agreed softly. "I don't even know why I felt I had to fight you for so long."

"Because you were afraid, so you always pushed me away."

"Yes, I did," she answered sadly, his voice overwhelming her, filling her with knowledge of herself.

"Tonight, though, all that running is through. Tonight I'll make you feel pleasure such as you've never felt before. Do you want that?"

Lera hesitated, conscious of an urge to resist his hypnotic power. He waited for her answer while she sought to understand the struggle within herself, the desire to yield, to submit at war with the desire to run away from this man and all he represented.

He continued to wait patiently until he felt her head drop forward in surrender and heard her muffled, "Yes, I want that." His hands softly squeezed her shoulders in approval.

"You understand that tonight I become your Master?" he whispered huskily against her ear, and the word "Master" thrilled her.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, Master," he instructed.

"Yes, Master," she obeyed, the word powerful and hypnotic to her.

"You must accept me sight unseen, on faith, then," he told her.

"Why, Master? Are you deformed? Hideous?"

"You must accept me fully, not knowing," he repeated.

"Yes, Master," she obeyed. And he pulled a silk cloth from his robe and fastened it around her eyes, running his fingers along the edges to make sure she couldn't see.

"That's good," he whispered, and he rose from the bed and pulled back the covers from her naked body.

"Lie on your back, Lera," his silky voice instructed, and she did. His hand circled one of her wrists, slipping a silken knotted cord over it and tying it to the headboard, then repeating this procedure unhurriedly with the other wrist and both her ankles. When she was spread-eagled on the bed, conscious of the wash of the heavy night air against her, she heard the strike of a match, smelling the familiar smell of candles, many candles, catching fire all around her. She could sense that the room was now bathed in light, that the man now stood below her, watching her, his eyes on her breasts, her belly. She could feel the weight of his eyes moving down her body, caressing her, causing her thighs to twitch helplessly. She felt a moment of panic, a momentary resistance, a brief desire to ask him to let her go. She strained against her cords, and then relaxed once more. He watched, understanding her struggle, and then began to speak soothingly to her. 

"My darling, why do you resist?" he asked softly. "Tell me what you fear."

"I fear you, Master," she told him.

"What do you fear in me, sweet one?" 

"I fear you'll hurt me," she said helplessly, and he chided her, "Have I hurt you yet?"

"No," she admitted, and bit her tongue.

"Then what?" he pressed.

"I fear you won't be pleased with me," she blurted, surprised at herself, and he chuckled.

"Oh, sweet one, I'm very pleased with you. I'm pleased by your full breasts," he touched one, pinching the nipple as she gasped, "and I'm pleased by your white belly, your soft hips, your pretty lips," touching each one as he named it. Helplessly, she felt herself grow wet, felt her lips swell with pleasure at his look and touch.

"Nothing to fear there, my darling," he continued. "I'm very pleased with you. What else then do you fear?"

From somewhere deep inside herself, from a place so deep inside she hadn't known it existed, came a voice so raw with desire she barely recognized it as her own. "I fear I'll like what you do to me, like it so much I'll never want you to take it away or stop."

The truth hung between them, naked and raw. He took in a sharp breath, quick with desire, and she felt herself surrender more deeply as she came to understand herself and her own passionate nature.

"Yes," she repeated softly, "I've been afraid of myself, wanting too much."

"And are you afraid now, my darling?" he asked.

"No," she whispered. "Not now."

"Tell me what you want then," he instructed.

"I want to feel pleasure such as I've never known," Lera answered. "I want my pleasure to please you, Master."

"Very good," he told her. "And what else do you want?"

She struggled to put voice to her desires, but shame stained her cheeks.

"I can't," she whispered, and his hands covered her breasts, pinching the nipples harder now until they stood in stiff peaks and she squirmed beneath him.

"Yes, you can, Lera, and you will. I command it and you must obey."

She swallowed.

"I want to feel your hands on me and in me," she whispered. His hands followed suit, touching her, filling her.

"And what else?"

"Oh, Master," she whispered, trembling, "I want to taste your cock and feel it fill my mouth."

He rose and she quivered as she heard him rise from the bed, shed his clothes, and then carefully straddle her shoulders as she lay prone, tied tightly. His erect cock grazed her chin and her mouth opened, seeking it. As she felt him slide deep within her mouth, she tasted his pre-cum, and both the man and the woman groaned softly.

He indulged her for a moment by stroking his cock in and out of her mouth a few times and then he pulled back, sitting lightly on her stomach. She was conscious of the weight of his balls on her stomach and her fingers itched to touch them. Even more, though, she was conscious of a need for him to fill her, for her to know his full power.

"What else do you want, sweet one?" he prodded silkily, his voice invading every corner of her soul and turning her will into his.

"Oh, Master," she pleaded, swallowing. "I want your cock inside me, filling me." He gasped in delight and she felt him tremble against her, and then she felt his body slide down hers.

"Tell me what part of me touches you," he whispered.

She jumped and groaned as something wet stroked the lips of her pussy.

"Oh, Master, that's your tongue," she whispered, and he rewarded her with a few more strokes.

"Now what part of me?" he asked, and she felt two fingers plunge inside her, hard and deep.

"Your fingers, Master."

"Is that enough, my tongue and my fingers?"

"No, Master," she whimpered. "No, I want you."

She felt the last vestiges of her own will dissolve completely in her desire for him.

"Oh, please, Master," she whimpered and gasped as she felt him hard at the entrance to her body. She lifted and opened to him and felt herself stretch as he came fully inside her body. When he was as deep as he could go, he held still a moment, and they were both conscious of a tremendous moment of oneness.

In the endless moments that followed, as he came hard and fast inside her body, as he kissed her eyes through the blindfold and bit her breasts lightly and she gloried in her own body and his filling it, she came to recognize her own desire, her womanly nature, and to be at peace with it.

When at last his hot cum burned her thighs and his body lay heavily over hers, still joined, she pleaded, "Oh, Master, let me see your face."

"Do you accept me exactly as I am?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered truthfully. "I love you for who you are and the pleasure you bring me."

He untied the silken cords around her wrists and ankles. He untied the silk mask, kissed her fingers, and placed them on her eyes.

"You have pleased me, sweet one. Take off what blinds you, what prevents you from seeing, for yourself."

Slowly, she removed the mask, a bit fearful of what she would see. She raised her eyes slowly to meet his smiling green ones. He was beautiful, his leonine head proud above her.

"Oh, Master," she whispered brokenly, recognizing him at last.

"Yes," he said simply. "I have come to you many times, in your dreams, but your fear prevented me from coming to you in person."

"I'm so sorry for my fear, Master. I'll never fear you again, only desire you."

Without being asked she moved gracefully from the bed to kneel at his feet, touching her lips lightly to the top of one of his bare feet. He held out his hands to her, palm up, and when she placed hers within them he lifted her to her feet beside him.

"My love," she whispered, trembling with love and desire.

He enfolded her in his strong arms and they slept peacefully together all that night, secure in their knowledge each of the other, confident in their desire, one perfect male, one perfect female.



Dream Lover



What woke Jane was her moaning. She couldn't tell if she was just moaning in the dream or really moaning. Unable to go back to sleep, her mind drifted back to the vivid images that seemed so real.

She and another man were naked in a bed somewhere she had never been before. She was on her back turned halfway toward him as he knelt next to her. The middle finger of her left hand, the one with the nail filed down unlike all the other ones, was buried so deep in his ass she could feel his pulse, strong and fast. 

His cock was so far into her throat, it touched where her tonsils use to be. This is how the dream opened. She couldn't see anything because this man was quite literally "in her face" but she could smell in her dream and she could taste, and she KNEW it wasn't her husband. At that moment of realization Jane moaned, the vibrations seeming to take her lover higher and he came, flooding her throat with his cum, and -- damn! -- she woke up.

Her hands were sweating from the dream, and she realized her clit was swollen and engorged. Oh, if only her husband would wake up! She'd ride him like a wild mustang. But it was only 5 a.m. It was Saturday; it would be hours before he stirred.

Jane got up and made herself a cup of warm milk, drank it and then went back to bed. Warm milk usually made her sleepy, and this time was no exception. In just a few minutes, she was back to sleep. And surprisingly, back to her dream. How curious she thought within the dream "I've never dreamt back-to-back before."

A radio was playing and she heard the Everly Brothers singing: "Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is dre-e-e-e-eam, dream, dream, dre-eam..."

She was back in the same room, a hotel room as best she could tell, and her lover was now on his back. He was stiff and hard, and she was straddling his hips, facing away. He was pressing the head of his cock against her rosebud and slid in easily. 

Jane rocked back and forth a few times to get him in as deeply as possible, and then she slowly leaned back against his guiding hands until her back rested on his chest. His hands came up to enfold and embrace her just as her ass embraced his cock. A deep peace fell over her. 

The man then squeezed and caressed her breasts, and told her to play with herself. She reached down and flicked her clit back and forth faster and faster as he squeezed harder and harder. With her pelvis rocking back and forth, back and forth, she soon convulsed in waves of orgasm, her ass pulsating and massaging his cock. It wasn't long before her lover's cock erupted, filling her ass with copious amounts of cum as Jane and her lover continued to buck wildly. What a wild ride! 

The next time Jane looked at the clock it was 8 a.m. and she was wide awake now. Who was this lover/stranger invading her dreams and passions? Almost in answer, a song popped into her head.

Jane often found parallels to her life in the words of songs: "Imaginary lovers, never turn you down. When all the others turn you away, they're around. It's my private pleasure, midnight fantasy. Someone to share my wildest dreams with me..."

And boy, these dreams were wild. And increasingly distracting, Jane discovered later as she was sitting at her desk trying to concentrate on writing out bills.

Instead she drifted back to the dreams, and her captivating stranger. Soon, she was daydreaming, imagining his mouth and lips kissing her eyelids, her throat, her breasts, sucking her nipples, her navel, her mons, her labia, driving his tongue deep inside her while fucking her ass with his finger deep and hard and... ohhhhhhhhhh Christ, she felt herself spooling up towards an orgasm and she wasn't even touching herself! Luckily she was wearing her big white terry bathrobe, so the cream now seeping thickly from her cunt was soaking into it and not her cloth-covered chair.

Mmmmmmm...she was so fucking hot! She rubbed some of the cream on her nipples and imagined it was his fingers caressing them. 

In her daydream he looked at her and said: "Darling, your eyes are like limpid pools, the sparkles in your hair put the midnight heavens to shame, and your mouth ... those luscious lips ... communicate sensuality that makes my blood boil..."

Yes, it sounded like something out of a typical romance novel but it sounded damn good to her.

In her fantasy she was wearing a black see-through negligee--she so liked the way that word caressed the tongue-- and her thighs trembled as he caressed them with his cock.

His strong sexual scent heightened her arousal even more...and then she sneezed. She sometimes sneezed when she was powerfully aroused. A touch of comic relief. She smiled.

Jane's eyes were closed in the daydream, imagining his hands now caressing her heavy breasts and stiff nipples, which were still a pale pink even after breast-feeding two babies. Uhhhhhhhhhh!

Her clit erect and oh-so-sensitive, Jane began to stroke it faster and faster, wishing it was his finger stroking and caressing her, then plunging deep inside her.

"I am wet," she thought aloud..."wet with cunt cream that has gushed out for YOU. Your smell mixed with mine is intoxicating!!! You make me soooooooooooooo HOT! I want to fuck you so. To possess and be possessed by you madly, deeply, completely. Ohhhhh, baby." 

And then she came in a blinding, pulsating orgasm that shuddered throughout her body and made her gasp with its intensity. 

Bobby Darin's "Dream Lover" played in her head as she ebbed slowly back to reality: "Dream lover, until then, I'll go to sleep and dream again ..." Only she wasn't sleeping...this man was invading her waking hours as well as her dreams.

She didn't realize how much until she was getting ready to go out to dinner with her husband. He was snapping close the clasp on the string of black pearls around her neck when the image of her dream lover appeared...only he was whispering in her ear, "I have some big "pearls" of my own for you, to pull slooooowwwwly out of your ass as you shudder in a pounding climax while I am fucking you doggy style." She shuddered and her husband said, "Are you cold dear?" She smiled and shook her head "No," thinking she had never been so hot in her life.

After dinner at a wonderful Italian restaurant, they went to a movie. But halfway through the movie, a different dialogue began to play in Jane's head: "Darling, tonight when I come to you, my tongue will be teasing yours, my cock slooooooowly moving in and out of your pussy, and my right arm will be pressed against the left side of your body so that my right hand can be under your butt. Having liberally wetted my index finger with your pussy juice I will be simultaneously sliding that finger deeper, then almost out, of your ass, in time with the thrusts of my cock. Now close your eyes and feel it, darling. "

Jane couldn't wait to get home, and go to sleep...of course, after fucking her husband's brains out. She was an honorable woman, she wouldn't think of her dream lover while making love to her husband. It was almost midnight when she fell back on the bed, exhausted from the marathon sex with her husband. She would have no problem sleeping tonight.

And no problem dreaming. It seemed within moments she was in the arms of her dream lover. His very warm body lay on hers, front to back. His cock was deep in her ass, stroking slowly and gently. He was murmuring in her ear: she couldn't hear the words but the melody of it soothed her soul.

She let out a deep sigh followed by a long moan and raised her hips off the bed to get him somehow even deeper inside. She felt as if his cock touched her heart. As she did this, his stroking got faster and she felt his body tense. She heard him call out her name as he came, and felt a great peace wash over her. Before she drifted away on an endorphin-high, she felt his arms tighten around her and heard him whisper "For now, you are mine."

And while in his embrace she heard Roy Orbison sing: "in dreams, you're mine, all of the time, we're together in dreams..."



Dream Lover Becomes Lover For Life



Things were going well between them, but Kate still felt something was missing. She partly knew what it was; a desire to ensure they kept things even more interesting by continuing to think of ways to make it continuously exciting for her. The answers flitted through her mind and she resolved to act on some of them, for the sake of their relationship! They met in town and although she smiled and was polite, he could tell she was a little distant. They drove back to her house and once inside, he tried to kiss her but she turned away. Hoping he could pacify her somehow, Dominic dropped to his knees and kissed her knee. When she didn't object, he tried to reach up and peel her leggings off but she stopped him.

"Upstairs" she insisted and he nodded, rising to follow her.

Once in her bedroom, she let him remove her leggings and this time he lay back on her bed. Kate slowly rose up to mount his face and as his tongue found itself at her pussy, she sat down and let it enter her. However, there wasn't the easy enjoyability air between them and he felt concerned.

"Is anything the matter darling?" he asked her in between licks.

"Just something on my mind" she announced to him.

"What's on your mind darling?" he asked then slipped his tongue into her.

"Well, it's just that, I don't like having a sort of threat or expectation hanging over me" she told him.

He kept licking as she paused for effect.

"The whole thing with oral. Well, obviously, we do indulge in oral but I feel threatened" she continued.

"Um, why beautiful?" he asked.

"Okay, you really want to know? You're no doubt expect something in return at some point from me and I just think that's so unfair!" she barked surprisingly.

He wasn't sure how to respond to this, when she continued.

"I think things are going so well and we have talked about moving in together, but I'm sorry, I really don't fancy my mouth being invaded" she pouted.

"I've never asked you to do that" he said meekly.

"Well, maybe you could go further with that gesture" she offered him.

"Um, anything" he told her truthfully, looking up at her magnificent body.

She looked into his eyes intently while he lapped at her hungry pussy.

"Okay. Well, I don't ever want to give blow jobs. So you're going to have to agree to that for starters" she told him slowly, sliding her pussy over his face as she said so.

"Ever again?" he asked hesitantly.

"Are you thick? Obviously that's what I meant" she told him exasperated.

"Um, I really want you to be happy. So if you want it that way, then that's the way it is" he told her.

"Okay. And if that's the case, I think we should always do anything sexual together" she added.

"That sounds great. You know how sexy I think you are" he replied from under her crotch.

"Yeah, I know. But no solo sex, means, well I don't want you whacking off in the toilet or when we're apart. I'm glad you think we should only be sexual together" she said, smiling at him now.

He realised he'd just inadvertently agreed not to masterbate which meant the only time he would have the possibility of orgasm was when he fucked her.

"So, just until we move in together, I think the cage should stay on when we're apart. At least that way, you won't be tempted to cheat on me" she emphasised to him.

She watched his face for any sign of torment before continuing.

"However, I'm going to be very horny for you if you continue to please me so just imagine how good it will always feel to slide your cock into my warm, wet welcoming honeypot, gripping your shaft with my muscles as you thrust manfully into me!" she said.



He was rock hard now thinking about that and she knew it.

"But you know I will still enjoy oral as much as I want to, don't you?" she checked with him.

"Of course gorgeous" he agreed with her.

"Good, we should have agreed this ages ago. But it's sorted now. Oh and on the occasion you're locked away but I still want something big and hard, we have our little helper don't we? I don't think I should have to go without, should I?" she asked him.

"No darling" he intoned.

"Excellent. And obviously, there's only room for one ass licker in this relationship. And a damn enthusiastic one at that" she added, sliding forward to engulf his nose in her slit while his tongue sought her anus.

As she settled more comfortably onto his face, he continued with what he was doing. Soon though, he looked up to find Kate looking at him suspiciously.

"Hey, you'd better not be lying there thinking I should feel guilty or grateful" she warned him.

"No, darling. I'm happy with everything we do" he assured her quickly.

"Good, so you should be. How about an enthusiastic orgasm to show me?" she urged him, pressing down on his tongue passionately.

Within a month, things were just wonderful for Kate; her sex life was the envy of Aprhodite herself and every orgasm she had was just as close to fantastic if not utterly fantastic each time. He had been out shopping and Kate was delighted when he bought her some sexy new underwear from Agent Provocateur which she chose excitedly. But she knew that once again the need to feel more excitement was rising in her. Kate didn't feel cheating on her wonderful young lover was necessary; however, something new needed to be added to ensure she could feel that little flutter that Dominic often gave her. She mused over it and smiled as an idea formed in her head.

During the week, Kate ordered what she was after then excitedly opened the parcel when it arrived. Dominic was due to meet a publisher that afternoon and Kate let him shower, before remembering he hadn't given her the morning orgasm yet. Calling him back to the bedroom, she patted the bed. Dominic immediately lay down and she mounted his face, towards his feet. Once in place, his marvellous tongue slipped inside her and she sighed a little as she reached over to her side table and retrieved the purchase. It contained 2 weights which had a circular ring at the top. They were designed to hang from the man's balls while the ring went round the genitals to keep the weights in place. Dominic must have wondered what she was doing but didn't dare question Kate as she had allowed his cage to be off for 2 days and he wanted to show his gratitude.

"Now then darling, there's an advert on tv for muller yoghurt. It shows a woman enjoying her pleasurable yoghurt but someone somewhere must be suffering to compensate. And I think this is what's missing. So these two lovely weights are just right. I spared no expense you know, because they are designed to not cut off any circulation or damage the skin. They are simply there to be a dull ache, or perhaps a reminder of something much much more important" Kate announced as he licked her pussy.

"What's that darling?" he asked politely.

"Why, my pleasure of course! This way, whenever you feel a dull ache, you'll be reminded of my pleasure when we aren't together. So when you wear it today, you'll be constantly reminded of me, lounging by the pool in the backyard and sipping an ice cold drink, waiting for you to get back and tend to my needs. Isn't that wonderful?" Kate asked him happily.

"Your pleasure is always wonderful" Dominic replied diplomatically and groaned a little as Kate gave a tug on the weights to ensure they were definitely secure.

He concentrated on licking her whole crotch but Kate moved off him before reaching orgasm.

"I want to lie back for this one, you kneel on the floor" she told him and he hurried to obey.

Once in position, the fact he was now kneeling meant the weights did their job and sure enough, he felt a dull ache as they began to hang down from his balls, while Kate lounged back on the covers, enjoying his tongue inside her.

"Can you feel the weights?" she asked him.

"Yes, ugh I can darling" he said with a slight groan, but kept licking her.

"Mhhmm, well just remember, while you have that sensation, I am utterly relaxed and totally enjoying myself. And it's such a turn on" Kate announced to him, holding his head closer to her as he dug his tongue in deep.

"Yes darling, I won't forget" he assured his sexy lover as she sighed louder, her orgasm approaching fast.

At last, it hit and she clutched his head to her crotch. In her excitement, her foot had touched his balls unintentionally but it sent a ripple of pain through them and he groaned, which made Kate cum even harder.

"Ah that's it, swallow my juices you pussy hound! Ugh, you were made to do this to me!" she yelled as he kept her orgasm going until she could stand it no more.

Eventually, he extracted himself and went to rinse his face before dressing for the meeting. Reluctantly, he left the weights on, hanging down under his boxer shorts to tug on his balls. At least the cock cage was off until tomorrow!

Later, as Kate relaxed by their pool, she idly wondered how his balls must be feeling and thoughts then drifted to his tongue. Her next job would definitely have to be about arranging for him to have a tongue stud. It would feel so good diddling her, but she had held off so far as it would mean going without his tongue for around a week to ensure it healed fully. Their relationship was going wonderfully and she was 36 in a few months while he was about to turn 25. Kate knew he was the one and she was of no doubt that he was absolutely devoted to her too. It was fun just adding these small extras to their relationship and it kept things interesting for her, which kept her passion high, which meant a great sex life for him too. Well, he got to fuck her regularly and lick her even more often and as she began to feel horny again, her thoughts turned to what she could do during the week his tongue stud was healing.

Dominic sat in the meeting and every now and then felt a dull ache. Kate was right though; every time he felt it, his mind automatically pictured her magnificent body, lying by the pool, no doubt waiting on him to return. No matter how selfish the woman was, he had to agree that everything she did just turned him on and had him literally drooling over her!

Kate waited another month before telling him about her idea for a tongue stud one morning while she had breakfast. She was propped up in bed, enjoying toast, tea and a soft tongue between her legs and felt the time was right to suggest it.

"So just think honey, that long tongue with a metal stud, just rolling over my clit! Oh, I can't wait and believe you me, I'll enjoy it so much I'll probably want you to fuck me every day, at least for a while" Kate reasoned to him casually.

Of course, this had the desired effect. The temptation of daily sex had him bringing her to a wonderful orgasm before they went to the local piercing artist and had his tongue done. On an impulse, Kate suggested they have a few days apart, which would give him a chance to heal and ensure Kate would simply have no choice but to wait. He went to visit a friend in the country and they spent the week down the local pub mostly and occasionally, taking his friend's new Jag out for a spin. He was due to return on the Friday and that morning, Kate deliberated for ages on what to wear. By afternoon, Dominic's car pulled up and he got out and entered the house they now shared. Inside, was a note on the kitchen from Kate.

Darling, go into town. I'm at the gym and don't want you here when I get back. I'll meet you at the Italian restaurant at 7. Pick my favourite table. Love Kate x p.s. don't forget the weights.

Dominic wasted no time in showering, dressing for an evening meal then heading into town. He mulled around for a while, then had a beer before finally, it was 7pm. The restaurant was already booked and he waited before at last, Kate arrived. She wore a very long coat and appeared to have leather boots on. Their usual table was around an alcove, offering privacy. Kate declined the waiter's help to remove her coat and when the man had gone, she took it off. She wore a tight fitting long sleeved top accompanied by a brazen tartan skirt, which came right up her thighs. To top it off, it was obvious she was wearing hold ups. Kate quickly sat down, her legs disappearing under the table cloth before anyone noticed her attire and smiled at him warmly as he stood to kiss her and gave her a quick hug.

"Miss me?" she asked him.

"I thought I'd miss you a little but I couldn't stop thinking about you darling. What are you wearing? Ugh, I can barely concentrate. Why don't we just order take away food instead?" he offered, clearly aroused at the sex on legs woman he was sat with.

"No, dinner first, dessert later" she quipped cheekily.

He nodded then mouthed I love you to her.

"I really missed you, more than I thought I would" Kate admitted to him and his heart beat faster as a compliment was rare.

They ate their meal and had a bottle of wine, which simply increased the sexual atmosphere between them. At one point, Kate made a show of dropping her purse and he offered to retrieve it. Ducking low while still sitting he located it and as he looked around, Kate opened her legs. She wasn't wearing underwear! Watching her hand, come down, he saw her finger touch her pussy then sat back upright as Kate smiled and extended her finger to him. Looking around, he realised no-one was looking and quickly sucked her finger, before she withdrew it.

"Oh, you taste amazing. Please let me pleasure you as soon as we get home. I'll do anything, anything you want" he said full of lust.

"I know you will and I expect you to. And you will please me once we've left here. Just remember the golden rule" she added sexily.

"Your pleasure" he intoned almost solemnly.

"Correct. Now get the bill" she said and standing quickly, she donned her coat before anyone noticed.

As the waiter went to get the card machine, she smiled at him.

"Bet you'd like to get under the table, wouldn't you?" she asked him.

"I would give a king's ransom to be allowed to do that" Dominic admitted.

"Well, think of something boring otherwise you'll have a hard job hiding that big thing poking against your jeans" Kate quipped.

They left and the taxi had them home in less than 15 minutes. As soon as the key was in the door, Kate let him pin her against the wall as they kissed passionately. Then she turned, slowly at first then smiling as Dominic dropped to his knees like a stone falling from the sky. He scattered a hundred kisses across both her luscious cheeks then almost with great anticipation, his tongue swept up the valley in between. Taking his time, he at last approached her anus, then using both his lips and his tongue, he began to french kiss her there as softly as he could. Kate shivered with pleasure; she knew he was totally into pleasing her now and looked forward to a whole evening of it.

"You are owe me a week's worth of pleasure" she stated.

"Let me give it to you all tonight. You are so sexy" he intoned and with that, Kate sighed at the lovely feeling of his tongue stud flicking at the opening of her asshole.

As much as she wanted a good rimming, an orgasm was paramount and she turned around quickly. He seemed to anticipate her need and Kate sighed even more loudly as his tongue at last slipped into her cunt. She could feel the tongue stud waggling away and brought one leg up over his shoulder. Watching him work was even more of a turn on and it wouldn't be long before her first orgasm hit. Finally, she gripped his hair and yelled her lungs out as he brought her to the peak at last. After some minutes, she pushed him away and began to walk upstairs.

"Hurry up, that was just for starters" she announced and giggled as she felt his mouth trying to kiss her legs and asscheeks while she ascended the stairs.

At last, they reached the bedroom and Kate simply peeled off her top and let her shoes slip off before simply sinking back onto the bed, as he knelt at the foot of it.

"Take your jeans off first" she said quickly and he did so, then knelt in front of her again and began to really work her pussy and ass over with his new improved tongue.

Dominic now began to be aware of the weights again but the vision before him, who's thighs he was enclosed by was floating on a sea of pleasure and perversely he began to think as Kate did, that the discomfort he felt from the weights somehow balanced out fairly with pleasure for her. That each tug was met with a sigh of pleasure from Kate. Being away from her for a week had let him realise that no matter what, he was beginning to fall for her more every day and actually felt a keen desire to continue pleasing her in any way or manner Kate allowed him to or told him to.

Kate had felt a grimace from him and realised the weights on his balls would be taking their toll. It did indeed cause a shiver of pleasure for her though and almost as if she could read his body language, Kate felt Dominic seem to try and lick her better than he had ever managed in the past, which was no mean feat. It really was as if he was trying to ensure his discomfort was met with an equal measure of pleasure for Kate and she smiled up at the ceiling as she congratulated herself on having such a great lover. He was now trawling down to her ass, licking between the cheeks and eventually sliding his newly christened tongue inside. He had to be delicate with the tongue stud but managed it quite valiantly and Kate just enjoyed the new sensations of tongue and stud rimming her!

"Mhhmm, what a great idea it was getting you that stud, wasn't it?" she mused.

"Yes darling" he slobbered while he continued with his task.

"Move your hips a little" Kate said suddenly.

Dominic wasn't sure what she meant but did as she bid. As he continued his oral assault, he gyrated his hips a little. Of course, this had the effect of causing the weights to swing ever so slightly and meant a constant dull ache was felt. He involuntarily groaned and tried to not think about the discomfort by really going for it with Kate's asshole. He immersed himself in her, french kissing her there, deep tonguing and slobbering over it like a man possessed.

Kate realised he was trying to no doubt take his mind off any suffering and throw himself into her pleasure, which at the moment was feeling quite divine.

"Mhhmm, this feels SOOOOOOO relaxing. And keep those hips moving, it's definitely motivating your performance" she added.

Despite his discomfort, Dominic had to admit he was rock hard and sincerely hoping all the oral they were probably going to indulge in would lead to sex afterwards. He had thought about her all week and drank in just how sexy she looked reclining on the bed while he rimmed her. Kate used the pillow she was now propping herself up with to watch him at work and her legs enveloped him possessively, gripping reflexively as he continued.

"Your nose too" she told him and smiled as he pushed his face fully against her crotch.

Now his nose was in her slit and she revelled in how kinky it looked and felt to have her ass tongued and her pussy nose fucked. She would definitely have to let his tongue move up at some point once she could hold back the journey to orgasm two any longer. Her head felt light from the feelings of intense pleasure she was experiencing and she knew she needed her pussy attended to immediately.

"Okay, you can move up" she stated, sighing as his grateful tongue immediately slid up to run the length of her slit.

Settling into a rhythm, he began to tongue fuck her increasingly wet pussy. Kate's thighs quivered and tightened against his face; her thoughts were filled with sexy ideas and images. She imagined herself as a queen, being waited on hand and foot by him all day and rewarding him by sitting on his face. Actually, one terminology for that was called queening she thought amusingly then sighed as she felt his tongue do wonderful things inside her again.




Dream Lover Becomes Lover For Life



"You are divine" he said with complete honesty as his tongue slipped from her to lick the outside of her pussy.

Indeed, Kate did look divine, her tartan mini skirt around her waist, luscious thighs possessively clutching his head and her insatiable pussy welcoming his tongue again.

"I think we should get a leash for you, what do you think?" she gasped as he ate her.

"That would be sexy. You could control my head" he agreed.

"That's what I thought too. And a small whip" she added excitedly.

His efforts were taking their toll and as Dominic's tongue recognised the familiar signs of impending orgasm, he upped the ante, finding her clit before taking it to task in his mouth. Kate felt the wave of pleasure reach a crescendo and reached down grabbing anything to keep his face against her bucking crotch, in this case his ears.

"Oh fuck, don't you stop for anything keep going!!!! Aah! I'm cumming on your face!!!" she yelled and her legs gripped tight, squeezing his head as her hands ensured his face was wedged against her too.

Luckily Dominic didn't feel claustrophobic and simply sucked and licked her clit until she had to push him away. As she recovered, he kissed her ass cheeks and thighs while Kate tried to recover. However, it had been a long week without him and she pointed at the bed. He understood and lay out on it, while Kate mounted his face.

That night, she rode herself to another orgasm on his tongue before the desire to be fucked presented itself. Kate let him fuck her, having more ideas involving her pleasure and his efforts. She waited a few days until she found the items and ordered a small whip with thin leather ends to accompany a leash and matching collar. That night, Kate returned from town to find her eager man waiting for her.

"Follow me" she said and went upstairs.

After making him wait outside the bedroom door, he entered to find Kate in what appeared to be a french maid's outfit.

"I feel dirty tonight" she declared.

Dominic noticed a glass of wine she had filled from their bedroom decanter with fridge, a luxury item that they rarely used. Kate wore a white blouse with white apron but he couldn't see any skirt on her. Crooking a finger at him, then pointing in front of her, Dominic crossed and knelt, looking up.

"What is it darling?" he asked.

Kate smiled as she produced a collar and swiftly fitted it onto him. Then a leash followed and once in place, she pulled on it, tugging him forward to her crotch. Dominic excitedly licked before Kate stopped him by tugging on the collar.

"On the bed" she said and he hopped up and lay out flat.

Kate followed him and sat down facing his feet. Dominic immediately dove in, licking her pussy and trawling his tongue towards her ass too.

"You are so sexy" he told her as he ate the pussy over his face.

Kate didn't answer but reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. She removed the whip then began to unbutton his trousers. Dominic was already bare chested as Kate liked to see his toned body while they did anything sexual. Examining the leash, she let it swish gently, catching one of his balls. Being very careful to swish lightly and avoid any harsh or dangerous motion, she let it swish quickly again to catch his other ball. The whip wasn't designed to break skin, but merely to give the recipient a nice shade of red. Dominic groaned in surprise at what Kate had just done.

"That old pleasure and pain thing darling. And it's extra motivation, not just to do a good job but to always strive to make this one better than my last, but not better than my next one" she explained and before he could say anything, she brought the small whip down on his cock.

Dominic thrust his tongue deeply into her pussy to muffle another groan which of course felt even better to Kate so she repeated the manoevure. With the minimal of contact, Kate had him licking like his life depended on it in no time and reached over to take a gulp of wine. Unfortunately, she then felt the need to urinate but then had a dirty idea. He was always saying how delicious she was, well it was time to find out.

A week later, they were watching tv in the lounge. Well, Kate was sitting on her new chair, watching tv. It was gilded at the top and in front of her on his knees, her lover licked her slowly and devotedly. Kate sipped at her wine and almost as an afterthought swished the flogger through the air to strike his back as he kept up his oral devotions. It wasn't designed to hurt or leave a mark, but it did redden his skin a little and it certainly brought a sharp sensation to the area struck!

"Thank you darling" he said while still licking.

Absently, Kate adjusted the length of the flogger; Dominic was naked and she brought it down again, this time on his buttocks.

"Thank you Goddess" she corrected him and brought the flogger down again.

"Thank you Goddess Kate" he intoned, corrected by her.

She felt utterly comfortable and utterly zen like; her lover really was the perfect lover; a dream lover! LIfe was going to be just perfect for both of them.