0 comments/ 28572 views/ 3 favorites Dream Invaders Ch. 1 By: Wil E. Harden Episode One: Kimmy Wrestles with Domination DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the public person for endorsement or comment. Any similarity between the actual acquaintances and actions of the public person portrayed here, and the content of this story, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * Kimmy: Kimmy doesn't remember her dreams. Sometimes she wakes up in the night, skin damp and clammy, her body flushed, and for a moment there's a ghost of recall but it doesn't last as long as it takes to press long slender fingers to her groin. The moist memory of something is still fresh, there, although the sleep images which made her so are gone. Despite great beauty, Kimmy rarely sleeps with anyone. Her usual bedtime companion is a tattered, battered teddy bear who attended her every girlhood every tea party. So her night visitations can't be clutched at when she wakes from a tossing rest, told to another before the ghost in her brain vanishes. To know what dances among the neurons when Kimmy sleeps, we must steal into her ear, make our way finally along the nerves and set exploring to find that region where her mind lives as her conscious body rests. And yes, there is a party tonight in Kimmy's brain. Perhaps we should dress for the occasion first, with a little more knowledge of the woman whose very secret self we will invade. Kimmy is young, just a little older than the law requires to serve her a drink she would only sip from politeness. She was raised well, uses good table manners and doesn't care to see feelings hurt, is kind to animals, watches her small budget and yearns to do something important in her life. Most families would be very proud indeed to welcome as a son's bride this petite, slender blonde with the swan's neck, defined jaw line and straight nose. Perhaps. There's another side to Kimmy that proves the old adage, "You gotta watch the quiet ones." She is a bisexual woman with an unquenchable sex drive. Her closet is filled with slutty clothes and rows of very high-heeled shoes. At the private strip club where she is the only dancer, she sometimes fucks the customers ... on stage, on a table, or in the parking lot - and sometimes in groups of 20 to 40 at a time. Often she goes to work dripping cum, stoppered in her ass with a butt plug, gathered in a noonday cruise for cock among the businessmen's bars in town. And when she's not working, Kimmy's at home with a huge assortment of toys she uses while chatting about sex on the Internet - or for fucking with one of her several bisexual girlfriends. Sometimes she has them tie her up and dominate the tiny girl with the very full, silicon-enhanced bosom. Kimmy's appetites are not the norm, perhaps, but she shares a habit with many people. She sees someone attractive, perhaps someone interesting in personal manners or even spiritual ways more than physically, and develops a crush on that stranger. And she's shy about it, even as many of us are. But where the average young woman with a harmless crush on a handsome stranger might contrive ways to peek from the sides of her eyes at her new attraction, Kimmy wonders how she could ask him to fuck her senseless. Or how to get that foxy woman, rather than a hot guy, in bed. Kimmy is an equal opportunity lay. Also, like many others, Kimmy is a bit star-struck. She has an open heart as well as open legs, so for her a crush on a famous actor, beautiful model, or popular singer is a brief imaginary love affair of great intensity. In fact, her response is a flood of fluids down her thighs. She often daydreams about being a star-fucker. She doesn't remember them, but her night dreams are often filled with celebrity sex. And we, the dream invaders, are going to join her. When we are wandering around Kimmy's dreams, it might be best if we wear stainproof raincoats with hoods. * * * * * Spying on this hungry blonde goddess before she retires, we could guess what Kimmy the star-fucker might dream about. She has an online boyfriend, Lance, for whom she's developed warm feelings indeed. Today the two of them met four times for cybersex, and the last time her boyfriend wrote some things that led her through a major orgasm. Her boyfriend suggested how one of Kimmy's latest crushes might use her body. Kimmy loves Lance, but she has the serious hots for the female wresting star, Trish Stratus. Trish looks something like Kimmy but the wrestler has muscles and power where Kimmy is feminine and weak. Tonight, Kimmy has dream designs on Trish Stratus. Strange things happen in Kimmy's dream palace. We catch flashes of events in progress, making our way toward the center of tonight's action, a river of pleasure-giving chemicals splashing and splattering as they course by in small but growing streams. Good that we have the all-weather gear or we'd be stopped in our tracks if any of that stuff got on us, dropped between the brain cells in helpless fits of ecstasy. Looks like the party is getting hot. Here, pause and look. We've found the region of the sleeping beauty's mind where all the action is. Dream Kimmy is in a flaming pink dress of some shiny material, a short flounced skirt flaring over her modest hips and lush behind. A pair of broad straps form the bodice, wide open down the center to her navel. Her breasts show roundly between the straps and a little is visible from the sides. She's wearing stockings, the kind that end on the upper thigh in a broad ribbon of elastic lace - see, there, you can catch the edge of it now when she blushes at something someone said and bends her upper body a little. She stands on matching shiny pink high heels, they are quite tall and make her calves stand out in a stripe of shapely muscle. Oh, Kimmy's at a party. What's going on? It's hard to follow, events shift in that way dreams do, things don't always make sense. Lance is with her now, towering above her - he's tall in life, too - he's taking her hand and putting it in the opposite hand of some other party guest. It's a woman - she's much like Kimmy, but nut brown from the sun where Kimmy is pale, heavy breasted and like a lioness in her haunches. Lance whispers in the other woman's ear and we see her respond by looking at Kimmy with widened eyes. His job completed, Kimmy's cyber-boyfriend vanishes. Anxiety of some kind clouds the scene, we can feel it by the chemical reactions from Kimmy's sleeping mind. There's another shift in perspective, now, we're looking through her eyes at the other woman from the scene and feeling the same worry our physical hostess experiences. This is quite a "soup" we've dropped ourselves into, it affects us, too. Strong stuff, those steroids, enzymes and liquid proteins in the human brain. Out there, on the other side of Kimmy's perspective, the woman leans forward and gives our hostess a very wet and erotic kiss. We share Kimmy's rush of relief, surprise, and powerful sexual response as a hot pointed tongue enters her mouth and strong small hands make a warm shock on her cool breasts. Whatever that boyfriend said worked; these women are getting right to the point. Kimmy's active consciousness is slipping away on a flood of physical desire. Ah! Another dream shift! Kimmy is not at the party any longer, she's in a hazy bedroom, stripping the other woman from a dress identical to the one our hot hostess wears. Her dream body is shivering, not from cold, but from hungry wanting, her bottom and thighs have goosebumps and her sex is pulsing with heated waters. There's no sense of smell in this state, but if there were we surely would know the heavy musk of a woman ready to get laid. Now the other's dress falls to the floor and she steps out of it wearing only her health and a pair of thick-soled black platform heels. The other woman's hands reach over and cup Kimmy's bared breasts, then firmly push the petite girl to her knees before a prominent shaven crotch. Kimmy eagerly addresses the woman's mound when her hips roll forward as a demanding presentation. Overpowering, now, the sexual atmosphere in this place nearly robs us of our senses. We begin to lose our own self-awareness, and we watch, become joined to Kimmy's dream while her tongue slides quickly up the woman's slit and down again. She tastes ready. Kimmy knows this is the one she wanted. Her dream woman tonight is Trish Stratus, the beautiful, powerful female wrestler. Lance has given his lover to the star. He has given his lover what she craves. Kimmy spreads Trish's mound with her fingers, hands trembling, and looks at the secret folds of joy between the slopes. She sticks her tongue deeply into the woman's channel, sucks juices from it, moves her upper lip across the standing clitoris. Imperiously, Trish places a hand on the back of Kimmy's head, pressing the beautiful face against her lower body as she also tilts herself further up. Now Kimmy's tongue races below the feminine definition, teasing the small strait between Trish's anus and her pussy, licking the salt from her thigh's inner joint, back up and around the outside of her mound, down again into her vagina, out, wet, and up her cleft. She flicks her tongue tip quickly across the hard-soft surfaces of Trish's erect clit and is rewarded with a tremor throughout the woman's body. Fingers like steel grapples twine in Kimmy's hair. She is lifted by them, brought straight on her feet, and then crushed in a hug. The women's breasts meet, nipple to nipple - now Kimmy is naked before Trish - while their sexes press hard against each other, the bones behind meet, deliciously, through the padding of their mounds. Kimmy is burning. Trish hands Kimmy a large dildo - it's one of the double-ended types. She forms both Kimmy's hands in a grasp, almost like holding a golf club, around the center of it and guides one tip into Kimmy's cunt. Trish's hands urge the smaller woman to steadily and firmly press the instrument up against the inner wall of her organ. Then, still holding Kimmy's hands between hers, Trish force-fucks the girl on the hard rod, standing up, and smothers her cries with sucking, biting kisses. Trish's rich bosom sways between their bodies. Her nipples rise from the center of aureolae the size of little platters, a light milk-chocolate brown. Soon a series of modest orgasms ripple through Kimmy's body. She wants to stop, to rest and let this painful pleasure subside, but Trish forces her to continue until the girl's legs fail and she begins sinking toward the floor. The touch of the dildo in her is happy agony, she feels every bit of it through her overcharged cunny nerves. Trish lets go of Kimmy's hands to then push on her shoulders until she again is on her knees, the other side of the dildo protruding obscenely from her body, pressing against the floor and deeper into her flaming gut. Kimmy shakes like a dog throwing off water, her hair whips in a golden blur about her head, she nearly falls over and her hands unsteadily brace her as she drops to all fours before the strong woman. Her belly brew runs down the dildo, to drip onto a large dark spot on the carpet. Laying back on the bed, legs drooping over its end, Trish wordlessly commands the trembling girl to again address her pussy. When Kimmy complies, crawling to the inviting gap between Trish's legs, the dildo waves behind her like an ivory animal's tail. Kimmy runs her lovely hands from the soles of Trish's feet to the swell of her breasts, draws her shapely nails lightly over the rising nipples and scrapes back along the wrestler's stomach. The glistening nails trace, angled, down to the mound waiting for her obedient treatment, around its lower edges, and over the corded thighs that form pillars framing Trish's temple of love. Both those legs clamp sternly about Kimmy's neck and head when the girl's licking, sucking, nibbling mouth brings Trish to her first moment of joy. Her calves then droop over Kimmy's shoulders, and her heels pound a short tattoo against Kimmy's back. Trish grasps the sunlight cloud of Kimmy's hair and holds her still, while the excitement concludes. Woman's cum smears Kimmy's chin when she stands. She flicks a delicate pink tongue's tip to one side of her full mouth. Trish scoots further up the bed, pulls a pillow around and tucks it under her hips. She gestures for Kimmy to kneel between her legs and grasps the dildo still impaling the slender dreamer. When Trish pulls the rod toward her, it saws within Kimmy's body, pressing backwards against her tender tunnel. We see her gasp without noise and her hands fly together over the small round slope of her abdomen. That's a reaction Trish likes. She pulls and pushes the rod back and forth, scraping its inner end against Kimmy's cervix. The girl shakes from head to toe. Trish raises one leg, draws the knee back against her breast, places the foot between Kimmy's globes, and pushes the woman while holding the dildo. Kimmy drops backward, her head loose on her neck, her sex cranked up wide between her knees, the pressing of the dildo inside her an exquisite torture. From somewhere - the eternal magical storehouse of dreams - Trish has found a set of nipple clamps. There are four of them, rather like alligator clips, shaped as little penises whose balls are heavy weights. The clamps are joined by strong fine chains that meet in the center. When Trish attaches them to her and Kimmy's bodies, the two women see a silvery star with its center in the air between their breasts. Trish leans back and Kimmy's nipples lengthen with the pulling. She falls on top of Trish. Now the wrestler shows her skills. She wraps her strong legs around Kimmy's, levering the shining-skinned girl against her pud. Their pussies flatten against each other, the implanted dildo sticking between and below Trish's rear seam while the pair kiss ferociously. Repeatedly, Trish's hands slap hard against Kimmy round buttocks, beating a bongo rhythm that soon turns the white cheeks from pink to red. The stinging blows inflame Kimmy. Then Trish slides her hands under Kimmy's hip bones. She raises the body into the air, twisting the light woman's lower half to aim the dildo at her own cleft. With some movement by both of them, the rounded point arrives at Trish's wet cavern, and she lets go of Kimmy. Both of them slam together, mutually stabbed with jolting pleasure. Instantly they are coupling like rabbits. Trish won't let Kimmy raise her legs into the air, the anchors of her heels showing as her feet hook around the lighter woman's limbs. Their legs spread stiffly atop the bedspread. Gaps show and close as both pairs of hips withdraw before rushing back together. Their pace is frenzied, driven by a paired need. At one point Trish pushes Kimmy's torso away and we see the sweat on their skin. The chain stretches between them, a cold star of painful points. Kimmy's body, arched in the shape of a ship's hull, rocks on the ocean of Trish's belly, her stern plunging, then rising, now the dildo showing when her bow drops on the rising wave of Trish's lust, now the clamps tearing at their breasts. They come, again, together, and Trish raises her legs, digs her heels into the pillows of Kimmy's posterior, shoving them both together for their spasms. Women's waters wash down the shores of Trish's curving back. This is an exhausting dream. We are shaken and tired by it. But the night fantasy cares nothing for the sneak thieves we are. It continues. Trish rolls Kimmy onto her back. She flops submissively beneath the wrestler, not moving when Trish releases the nipple clamps and the thing disappears as if it never was. Still joined by the double dildo, Trish now pins Kimmy like an opponent in the ring. She slaps her pussy against Kimmy's, spanking their clits and labial lips. She pushes Kimmy's arms wide and leans on her wrists, wrapping muscled legs around the pinned woman's, and humps their guts. Trish's big tits bounce and bang on Kimmy's helpless nipples. As in the ring, Trish snarls. Her teeth show brightly between her thinned lips within the tanned face. She rears back and drops her solid midsection against the dreamer, the blow of her body shoves the woman underneath upward, against her grasp. Trish grunts and shouts with the power of it, then shoves down hard against Kimmy's belly and presses that poker into both their sex furnaces. With her legs turned into steel supports, she pushes, pushes, pushes against her victim until Kimmy thinks the dildo will come out of her mouth. Then Trish shows her control. She grips the fake pecker with her trained cunt column and pulls back up while Kimmy tries hopelessly to keep it in her - and the ring warrior plunges it down like a pair of swords to pierce them both. When Kimmy jerks her arms against Trish's grasp, the dominant woman's nails dig into the pinioned wrists, she bends over and pushes her heavy breasts against the hapless girl's billows. In a wet whisper, Trish tells her to be quiet and take it. Then she bites Kimmy's neck. Kimmy feels the other's belly heaving with her breathing. She submits to the controlling power above and inside her while Trish again pulls her cunt up. not in the air, but over the top of Kimmy's, again and again, rubbing their clits across each other, and sawing the dildo in their bodies. The tripping of their sex buttons against each other causes Kimmy to come explosively, she rips her arms free, clamps Trish to her and plunges her tongue into the woman's mouth. Trish, excited beyond thought by her partner's relief, comes also in heaving ripples. She releases her legs from Kimmy's, pulls her knees up underneath the other's backside, while Kimmy's legs fly high and wide. Their bodies fuse and they shake in a series of fleshly earthquakes. Rivulets of cum trickle past Kimmy's raised hips to streak her flanks. Around us the commanding power of Kimmy's pleasure chemicals become all-embracing. We are lost in her endorphins as the sleeping woman's body answers her dream's arousal. Overcome, we vanish from her mind. Kimmy sits up, trembling, her thighs damp. She can't remember her dream. She goes to the bathroom, wets a washcloth and enjoys the cool relief over her face, her breasts, between her legs. As she wipes her fragrant belly, she thinks of the wrestler on whom she has a crush. Her hand remains between her legs. What would it be like, she wonders? * * * * * (c)Copyright, 2000 by Wil E. Harden, Bryn Mawr, CA 92318 • All Rights Reserved • Published by permission of the author on Literotica for non-commercial, individual private entertainment - not to be reproduced or copied in any fashion without written permission of the author Dream Invaders Ch. 2 Episode Two: Carmen's Candle Power Electra-fies Kimmy DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the public person for endorsement or comment. Any similarity between the actual acquaintances and actions of the public person portrayed here, and the content of this story, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * ABOUT KIMMY: Kimmy doesn't remember her dreams. Sometimes she wakes up in the night, skin damp and clammy, her body flushed, and for a moment there's a ghost of recall but it doesn't last as long as it takes to press long slender fingers to her groin. The moist memory of something is still fresh, there, although the sleep images which made her so are gone. Despite great beauty, Kimmy rarely sleeps with anyone. Her usual bedtime companion is a tattered, battered teddy bear who attended her every girlhood every tea party. So her night visitations can't be clutched at when she wakes from a tossing rest, told to another before the ghost in her brain vanishes. To know what dances among the neurons when Kimmy sleeps, we must steal into her ear, make our way finally along the nerves and set exploring to find that region where her mind lives as her conscious body rests. And yes, there is a party tonight in Kimmy's brain. Perhaps we should dress for the occasion first, with a little more knowledge of the woman whose very secret self we will invade. Kimmy is young, just a little older than the law requires to serve her a drink she would only sip from politeness. She was raised well, uses good table manners and doesn't care to see feelings hurt, is kind to animals, watches her small budget and yearns to do something important in her life. Most families would be very proud indeed to welcome as a son's bride this petite, slender blonde with the swan's neck, defined jaw line and straight nose. Perhaps. There's another side to Kimmy that proves the old adage, "You gotta watch the quiet ones." She is a bisexual woman with an unquenchable sex drive. Her closet is filled with slutty clothes and rows of very high-heeled shoes. At the private strip club where she is the only dancer, she sometimes fucks the customers ... on stage, on a table, or in the parking lot - and sometimes in groups of 20 to 40 at a time. Often she goes to work dripping cum, stoppered in her ass with a butt plug, gathered in a noonday cruise for cock among the businessmen's bars in town. And when she's not working, Kimmy's at home with a huge assortment of toys she uses while chatting about sex on the Internet - or for fucking with one of her several bisexual girlfriends. Sometimes she has them tie her up and dominate the tiny girl with the very full, silicon-enhanced bosom. Kimmy's appetites are not the norm, perhaps, but she shares a habit with many people. She sees someone attractive, perhaps someone interesting in personal manners or even spiritual ways more than physically, and develops a crush on that stranger. And she's shy about it, even as many of us are. But where the average young woman with a harmless crush on a handsome stranger might contrive ways to peek from the sides of her eyes at her new attraction, Kimmy wonders how she could ask him to fuck her senseless. Or how to get that foxy woman, rather than a hot guy, in bed. Kimmy is an equal opportunity lay. Also, like many others, Kimmy is a bit star-struck. She has an open heart as well as open legs, so for her a crush on a famous actor, beautiful model, or popular singer is a brief imaginary love affair of great intensity. In fact, her response is a flood of fluids down her thighs. She often daydreams about being a star-fucker. She doesn't remember them, but her night dreams are often filled with celebrity sex. And we, the dream invaders, are going to join her. When we are wandering around Kimmy's dreams, it might be best if we wear stainproof raincoats with hoods. * * * * * Hot weather makes Kimmy restless in her sleep, and she usually doesn't even bother getting under the covers or top sheet when the evenings are especially warm and muggy. Tonight it is worse than usual, so she has put on a favorite piece of music by the singer Carmen Electra and disdained the normal bed wear of a long T-shirt and thong. Trying to find a way of lying on the big bed, Kimmy turns on her side, scissors her legs under a little cooling breeze from the fan pointed over her naked body and tucks one hand under her head. Behind her Kimmy's hair spreads as a pale meadow on the dark covers. Long dark eyelashes don't obscure the sight, through her sleep-slitted eyes, of the compact disk jewel box propped against the side of her stereo, the singer's picture showing a long view of her legs dropping from hips wrapped in a pair of tiny shorts laced open along the sides. Kimmy drifts off thinking she looks like Carmen, but not as pretty. A few hours later we dream invaders peek in on the nude sleeper. She has fallen partly over on her back now, so one breast lies firm and round upon her chest while the other softly falls to the side. Darting bulges track movement of her eyes beneath the closed lids. Kimmy is resting deeply, in that state the doctors call "rapid eye movement" or REM sleep. She is dreaming. Music plays, a singer calls from some foggy place beyond our vision as we sidle to the edges of Kimmy's mental vision. Her mind is echoing the songs she heard before, the songs that finally brought her to a state of peace beneath the humid night. She is there by herself, a beauty in blue. On her body she wears a near-transparent baby blue, one-piece teddy with a low cut neckline, a matching-colored pair of thigh high stockings, and a short robe that just covers the stocking tops. She is swirling, in a free form dance on feet shod in a pair of five inch tall blue high heels that cover the toes and have a thick strap on them. A light oil glistens on her palms and finger tips. As she turns and moves her body in a sinuous dance of seduction, Kimmy begins to anoint her skin. She lifts her chin and spreads the oil using the fingertips of both hands from the top of her neck to her collar bone, then across her shapely shoulders. In the half light of her mind the hollows of her shoulders sparkle like small pools, winking and dipping into shadows as she moves. There is always enough oil, this is a dream where things never run out, so she continues to lave her upper chest and the round tops of her breasts. Her fingertips slip into the top of the teddy and we see her nipples respond to the touch, rising beneath the sheer fabric. Now Kimmy's hands are crossed over her bosom, each hand cupping the opposite breast as she luxuriates in the smooth oil and her increasingly-sensitive flesh rasping below the cloth of the teddy. Golden hair brushes the floor between her legs when Kimmy stands and bends, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, hands grasping her ankles while she twists her torso from side to side in time to the music. She slides her hands slowly up her legs, over the burring slickness of the stockings as she sensuously raises her body back up. After her palms slide across the lace elastic band at the top of the stocking, Kimmy twists her hands across the bare skin of her outer thighs, then rotates her fingerpoints back toward her center and slides her hands around the inner slopes and to the backs of her legs. A faint sheen marks the oil her caresses leave on her legs. Both hands come back and move up to the join of her thighs and groin. They reach the edges of the teddy. She slips her fingers underneath, applying oil just with the balls of her fingertips from her asshole to the top of her pubic mound. The light, sliding touch teases her sensitive parts, circles her openings, but does not pass into any of her bodily portals. The crotch of the teddy shows a darker area where Kimmy's own moisture seeps into the cloth. While we stare, fascinated, at Kimmy's self adoration, a tall mirror appears behind her. We did not notice when it arrived, only that our hostess now spins to look at herself handling her splendid body. Her hands move under the bottom strap of the teddy, she is manipulating her clitoris and obviously fingering her vagina. She takes one hand out, languidly licks the fingers, then pulls the top of the teddy below her breasts. The small pink nipples are hard, the oil still shines on her womanly slopes, her hand passes deliberately in brief, firm circular tracings over, around, under one breast and the repeats the action on the other. Her lips part slightly and a tiny pink tongue tip appears between her teeth. Kimmy dances faster, yet worshipping her body with her hands, she looms suddenly full in our vision, spins in a swirl of her blue robe before our eyes and then is prancing alongside a beautiful old-fashioned bed. It is in the center of some romantic imagining, tall posts at each corner, a small white lace canopy like a valence above the head, white eyelet spread falling in ruffles to the floor. Everywhere there are candles, straining against a dream shadow about the scene, flickering. Tall candelabra rise on fluted pillars from the floor at either side of the bed, five fat white tapers in each socket. She steps from her shoes - how did those straps get undone? - to lay on her back upon the bed. The robe has vanished. Both hands stretch down to her legs, she strokes the tops of her thighs and pulls them up over her flat stomach. Kimmy runs her hands up and down over the top of the teddy and her torso, cupping her mound, drawing her hands to her bare breasts, pushing the heels of her palms along her sides. She obviously enjoys the feel of the cloth beneath her hands. Raising herself up slightly to extend her reach to the inner center of the space between her parted legs, Kimmy unsnaps the crotch band of the teddy. She tucks the back end up and beneath her bottom, pulls the top band up over her lower abdomen and tucks it underneath the lower body of the garment. Now her hips lie fully exposed from below her navel to the tops of the stockings. A narrow stripe of light brown-red hair, clipped close to her skin, marks the top of her pubis. Her cunt is smoothly shaved. Some dreams are too pleasant to hurry. We, the secret watchers, and dream Kimmy are both enjoying this show. She has now inserted two fingers into herself and is slowly masturbating. Her palm lies atop her slit, undulating against her erect, pink clitoris. Her fingers shine with her moisture as the slip in and out of her hole, pressing against the tightness of her muscles to open her passage. Kimmy likes stretching her cunny. From close behind us we hear more singing. Are we discovered? We look back to the source - it is Carmen Electra, calling out to the beautiful dreamer with words of erotic richness. She is dressed as in the album cover, a fuzzy halter top over the roundness of her bosom. We are not part of this dream, she strides directly past us without a glance. On the bed Kimmy is marginally aware she has famous company. Her hand is flying atop her slit, her fingers urging her innards to respond. Her stomach ripples with her shallow, rapid breaths. She has extended one long middle finger below her sex to her anus, it presses slightly against the puckered closure. Carmen arrives at the bed, takes one candle from the stand, and holds it carefully aside while she startles Kimmy with a kiss. Our golden goddess responds by wrapping her hands about the singer's head to draw the woman into a passionate exchange between their parted lips. Carmen slips her head from beneath Kimmy's clasped hands, places her own hand atop the splendid breasts below, and looks toward Kimmy's exposed wonders. She sidles down to stand beside Kimmy's naked hips. Carmen leans over, with one hand's fingers spreads the girl's labial lips, then tilts the candle above the sensitized pink clitoral bud. A stream of creamy wax droplets fall onto it, mantle it with stinging heat. Kimmy's hands clench against the delicious passage of agony, she arches her back and lifts her rib cage high. Her breasts slide toward her shoulders. In our forgotten side room, we are startled, too. Our hand caress our lower parts and we wait to see what this dream brings next. Carmen mounts the bed on her knees next to Kimmy. Her clothes are gone. In her hand, instead of a candle, she hold a long slender dildo. She sits astride Kimmy's chest, so the nipples beneath her touch her thighs. She leans forward, presenting her pussy to Kimmy's gaze and eager tongue. While the woman begins licking and sucking Carmen's mound, slit and vagina, the singer extends one arm and points the dildo back at Kimmy like a knife. Kimmy curls her tongue into a stiff pointed tube and slides it into Carmen's tunnel until Kimmy's nose if nestled in the star's asshole. Carmen reciprocates by slowly pushing the dildo deep into Kimmy's ass. Kimmy writhes, but keeps probing Carmen's depths. Kimmy raises her hands to the small round cheeks splayed in her face, stroking from the curve of the buttocks to the shaft of the thighs. Her nipples slide back and forth against the other side of those slender pillars. For a few slow, strong and long strokes, Carmen fucks Kimmy's rear channel with the dildo. The singer lifts herself back up and braces her hands on Kimmy's hip bones, enjoying the pleasant attention to her body. She reaches over and strokes Kimmy's mounds, and tugs at the hardened wax on her clit. She peels it slowly off and flicks her fingernails against the hyper-sensitive organ. Kimmy raises her knees, lifts herself on her heels to show how much she likes this. Carmen is enjoying herself now, too. Kimmy has taken one of the candles from next to the bed and began fucking Carmen's Jade Gate with it. She pushes the long tick taper inside until it will not go any further, then with one hand withdraws and plunges it into the moist cavern. With the other hand, Kimmy reaches around Carmen's legs to pinch, twirl, slide and rub her palm over the singer's own erect clit. Carmen lowers herself to her elbow to enable Kimmy's attention. She pauses that way a while. Then she is holding a massive black latex dildo with huge balls. She grabs the balls like handles, and uses the grip to help her force the long, broad instrument into Kimmy's pussy. It drives almost its entire length into the slid body. Kimmy's ass involuntarily clenches against the dildo up her rear. Both hands wrapped around the dildo's balls, Carmen begins to savagely rape Kimmy. She yanks the cock out to its tip and powers it back inside, stroke after stroke in a rising and rapid tempo. Kimmy reflexively answers this pounding by also fucking Carmen at a quick pace with the candle, her other hand now grasping the woman's labial lips and clit in a wide pincers. Kimmy clamps onto Carmen's parts and moves her hand to and fro vigorously. A small wax cap remains around the top of Kimmy's clit. When the girl appears to be building toward orgasm, Carmen sustains the dildo reaming with one hand so she can use the other to suddenly peel the last clinging round of candle wax from Kimmy's sex button. The stinging shock triggers a volcanic response. Kimmy squeezes her hand tight around Carmen's mons veneris and slams the candle against her cervix, pushing hard. As her body reacts to the joy of the release, Kimmy again arches her back, shoving her tits against Carmen's spread legs above. Inside her overwhelmed vagina, the circular rings of muscles contract against the cruel breadth of the huge dildo, rolling in waves from the stretched mouth of her cunny to the center of her belly. Each wave of convulsive delight draws a surge of cum, her liquids nearly spurting from the pressed edges of her hole around the dildo. Carmen likewise is beyond the threshold of pleasure. Kimmy's final involuntary thrust of the candle into her belly, coupled with the nail-digging clench about her mound, trips her climax. She flings her hands over her head, bends her back and drops almost to her heels as the streaming waves of coming commandeer her physique. She sits back hard on Kimmy's face, the small bit of candle protruding from her pussy dropping into the girl's mouth like a short cock. Carmen's cum runs down the wax poker and into Kimmy's throat. Oh! We make the mistake of letting a dream overtake our own sense of reality. We have been pleasuring ourselves at this amazing passage of star-fucking in Kimmy's dream. The distraction of our own responses plucks us from the sleeper's mind. Kimmy, sweating now in the hot night, shines with a pale glow from the little light there is. She won't remember her dream. She doesn't know, now, at rest naked and alone atop her bed, what an electrifying night she has had. * * * * * (c)Copyright, 2000 by Wil E. Harden, Bryn Mawr, CA 92318 • All Rights Reserved • Published by permission of the author on Literotica for non-commercial, individual private entertainment - not to be reproduced or copied in any fashion without written permission of the author Dream Invaders Ch. 3 Episode Three: Kimmy Jolts Jenny DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the public person for endorsement or comment. Any similarity between the actual acquaintances and actions of the public person portrayed here, and the content of this story, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * ABOUT KIMMY: Kimmy doesn't remember her dreams. Sometimes she wakes up in the night, skin damp and clammy, her body flushed, and for a moment there's a ghost of recall but it doesn't last as long as it takes to press long slender fingers to her groin. The moist memory of something is still fresh, there, although the sleep images which made her so are gone. Despite great beauty, Kimmy rarely sleeps with anyone. Her usual bedtime companion is a tattered, battered teddy bear who attended her every girlhood every tea party. So her night visitations can't be clutched at when she wakes from a tossing rest, told to another before the ghost in her brain vanishes. To know what dances among the neurons when Kimmy sleeps, we must steal into her ear, make our way finally along the nerves and set exploring to find that region where her mind lives as her conscious body rests. And yes, there is a party tonight in Kimmy's brain. Perhaps we should dress for the occasion first, with a little more knowledge of the woman whose very secret self we will invade. Kimmy is young, just a little older than the law requires to serve her a drink she would only sip from politeness. She was raised well, uses good table manners and doesn't care to see feelings hurt, is kind to animals, watches her small budget and yearns to do something important in her life. Most families would be very proud indeed to welcome as a son's bride this petite, slender blonde with the swan's neck, defined jaw line and straight nose. Perhaps. There's another side to Kimmy that proves the old adage, "You gotta watch the quiet ones." She is a bisexual woman with an unquenchable sex drive. Her closet is filled with slutty clothes and rows of very high-heeled shoes. At the private strip club where she is the only dancer, she sometimes fucks the customers ... on stage, on a table, or in the parking lot - and sometimes in groups of 20 to 40 at a time. Often she goes to work dripping cum, stoppered in her ass with a butt plug, gathered in a noonday cruise for cock among the businessmen's bars in town. And when she's not working, Kimmy's at home with a huge assortment of toys she uses while chatting about sex on the Internet - or for fucking with one of her several bisexual girlfriends. Sometimes she has them tie her up and dominate the tiny girl with the very full, silicon-enhanced bosom. Kimmy's appetites are not the norm, perhaps, but she shares a habit with many people. She sees someone attractive, perhaps someone interesting in personal manners or even spiritual ways more than physically, and develops a crush on that stranger. And she's shy about it, even as many of us are. But where the average young woman with a harmless crush on a handsome stranger might contrive ways to peek from the sides of her eyes at her new attraction, Kimmy wonders how she could ask him to fuck her senseless. Or how to get that foxy woman, rather than a hot guy, in bed. Kimmy is an equal opportunity lay. Also, like many others, Kimmy is a bit star-struck. She has an open heart as well as open legs, so for her a crush on a famous actor, beautiful model, or popular singer is a brief imaginary love affair of great intensity. In fact, her response is a flood of fluids down her thighs. She often daydreams about being a star-fucker. She doesn't remember them, but her night dreams are often filled with celebrity sex. And we, the dream invaders, are going to join her. When we are wandering around Kimmy's dreams, it might be best if we wear stainproof raincoats with hoods. * * * * * Keeping members of a private strip club happy, so they spend more money at the bar and gladly pay their dues despite an increase, takes attention to detail and imagination. Kimmy is dearly loved by everyone at the club - most of whom have had a piece of her during one of the all-night gangbang parties she sometimes throws - but a little variety on the dance floor always warms the guys up. Although she's not one of the owners or managers, Kimmy is regularly consulted by that august group of three when they decide to put on a "special" with a visiting woman. Tonight she's dead tired after several hours of batting ideas back and forth, looking at pictures of porn stars and popular "feature" dancers. The guys took her advice, and decided to be really different - they will ask former men's magazine model, MTV hostess and actress Jenny McCarthy to do an autograph party, if they can afford Jenny's fee. Kimmy, a classic star-fucker, is pleased. Lonely for Lance, her boyfriend who didn't get to visit with her online today because she was working so long, Kimmy cuddles in bed with her teddy. She falls into an exhausted sleep immediately. Bet we don't have to wait long before Kimmy starts dreaming, and we can slip into her mind to see what wild fantasy her mind will create. Kimmy' arms close tightly around teddy, she murmurs something. It sounds as if she's talking in her sleep about Jenny McCarthy. Great! Let's invade her mind and look at the peep show Kimmy will give us tonight. Well, as the jazz singer said, this joint is jumpin'! Kimmy's back at work. The club is swarming with guys, Kimmy's walking around the room in a little one piece outfit, something like a jumpsuit that ends in very short shorts. You can see the rounds of her buns. She has a beautiful round ass. She's carrying a tray loaded with champagne glasses. She's dreaming of the Jenny McCarthy autograph party. The beautiful model and actress sits behind a small table with a pile of photos next to her. There's a man in a suit, obviously Jenny's public relations representative, hovering attentively to one side, helping keep the club members in line, moving them along. Jenny spends about a minute with each visitor - we can't hear anything spoken, but she's obviously exchanging a few words, getting the names, writing personalized messages with a flourish. She stretches after a few visitors, tosses her thick mane of blonde hair back. Kimmy brings the champagne tray over, and Jenny tosses two off rapidly. She smiles at Kimmy, who acts a little flustered. Kimmy moves off along the line of fellows waiting for a word and a look down Jenny's low-cut blouse when she leans over to sign the pictures. The champagne quickly vanishes. As Kimmy turns to head back for more full glasses, we notice the club owners have added some spice to the day. A tank filled with mud is off to one side of the waiting line, and a pair of beautiful women in tiny bikinis are staging one heck of a catfight. Kimmy goes first class in her dreams! One of the wonderful things about being a dream invader is that we watch some pretty great action that doesn't happen in real life. Kimmy's mind has just shifted the scene, now. She's standing back at the table with Jenny. The mud wrestlers are leaving. The crowd of guys has thinned considerably and there's no line for autographs. Whatever Kimmy says to Jenny draws a generous laugh, we can see that even if this show has no sound track. Jenny gets up, a bit unsteady from the champagne, and gives Kimmy a huge kiss on the mouth. Kimmy throws her arms around the woman and presses hard against her, returning the actress' pass with passion. She lets out a whoop of joy and throws Kimmy in the mud pit, then jumps in on top of her. The autograph seekers crowd around - this is the best yet for them. The two women essentially rip each other's clothes off sliding around in there. Normally timid Kimmy actually wants some of what Jenny's got, and the petite girl turns aggressor. She grabs at the actress' crotch, and rubs her full breasts against Jenny's larger globes while trying to kiss again. Just as Kimmy gets a finger in Jenny's cunny, the pair of women both lose balance and slide all over the mud pit. McCarthy's PR man is in a state and uses this chance to try and get her out. Instead, she pulls him headfirst into the pit, then she and Kimmy pile mud all over his suit. While he splutters and wipes mud from his eyes, Jenny climbs out, offering a hand to help Kimmy leave, too. The club manager is conveniently at hand with huge, thick white towels for each woman. Dreams are handy that way. Jenny kisses Kimmy, then turns her toward the clustered guys drawn to the surprise turn of events. Imitating Jenny's move, Kimmy opens the towel to strike a flasher's pose, as some alert fellows in the audience snap pictures. Jenny blows the boys a kiss, then spins on her heel and leads Kimmy toward the dressing room, both women shaking their toweled behinds in an exaggerated walk. Another scene shift has Kimmy and Jenny in the dressing room shower, steam rising around them. We have to look hard, the entire picture is very hazy, but we notice the mud streaking underneath the force of the shower spray. Kimmy kisses Jenny, then sinks slowly to her knees and her hands slide over the woman's body. Our golden dreamer begins tenderly licking Jenny's woman's place. Remains of the mud bath wash down Jenny's body and over Kimmy's face as she tastes the actress' own waters. Jenny shivers, puts her hands on Kimmy's hair, turned dark by the mud still there and the water, presses the girl's face to her mound. They stand thus a brief moment, then Jenny lets go. Kimmy looks up at the standing woman with a smile, rises to her feet. Steam rises in a billow, obscuring our vision. When we move around the edges of this dream for a better view, we see that events have moved along rapidly. Jenny has pushed Kimmy against the slick tiles of the shower, has lifted her up from the floor against the tiles, by inserting her fisted hand and a length of her forearm into Kimmy cunt. Jenny's Other arm is stiffly lanced against the girl's chest, keeping her still so Jenny can use her hand like a double-headed dildo. She is fucking Kimmy hard with a boxer's short jabs. Unseen by the women, the public relations man is in the room, too. His smeared suit falls in a heap on the floor, followed by shirt, tie, socks, underwear. He is a strongly-built man of medium height, probably as much bodyguard as flak for the actress. He steps behind Jenny, a large erect cock already in his hand, and as the shower spray begins to rinse him, he does a smooth deep knee bend, then rises up, inserting himself swiftly into the model's pussy from the rear. He grasps Jenny by the shoulders to steady her while he pumps his piston into her. She maintains her hold on Kimmy, still furiously fist fucking her. The man behind Jenny reaches across with one strong arm and slaps the girl's breasts, not hard, but it must sting, knocking them back and forth several times. Kimmy's arms and legs begin to tremble, splaying wide on the shower wall. She is clearly having a huge orgasm. Jenny finally withdraws her arm and hand, glistening with Kimmy's cum, and the girl slides to the floor, the other pair standing between her widespread legs. Jenny leans forward to brace herself against the shower wall with both her hands while the public relations man powers his prick into her. She hasn't reached her own release, however, when the man suddenly clenches his muscled buttocks, drives deep inside and seems to come. In this wonderful world of Kimmy's erotic dreams, we enjoy not just the fantastic creations of her mind, but also the way things change. Now we are back in the main club room. Only Kimmy and Jenny are there, both wrapped in heavy white terrycloth robes, both naked underneath, as we can tell because neither of the women has tied the robes shut. Jenny is still wanting some satisfaction, we can see, because she's absently fingering her pussy, her eyes a bit glazed, her behavior distracted as the pair walks toward the table for some more champagne. Kimmy piles the glasses littering the table on a tray and sets it on the floor, along with the small pile of pictures left from the autograph party. She gestures with a tilt of her head at the table. Jenny smiles a wide grin and lays down, letting the robe fall to either side. her body is even more beautiful than a decade ago, when it graced the pages of a great magazine. We notice suddenly that both of these women are similar in appearance. although Kimmy is shorter and slighter than Jenny. Jenny holds her champagne glass over her groin, while Kimmy gently spread the lips of her slit wide and pulls open the mouth of the actress' vagina. Then Jenny pours the golden bubbly into herself. Standing at one side, leaning forward across Jenny's breast, Kimmy begins to lap the drink with a long pink tongue. Now, where did this other fellow come from? We are watching Kimmy's head bob above Jenny's belly and suddenly there's a dark-haired man doing the same thing from the other side. His hand wanders over Jenny's breast to where Kimmy's bosom rubs Jenny's beneath her, and he grasps both their nipples in long fingers. Things happen so quickly, in dreams. Kimmy takes a taste, and then he does - every few licks, they turn and kiss, and taste each other with Jenny in their taste buds, too. Kimmy's hand wanders over the woman's breasts, so that her fingers and this man's brush electrically against each other. Now we recognize this new player - it's Kimmy's boyfriend, Lance. She did miss him, then, and at least in her dreams makes up the loss. While Jenny writhes under them, Kimmy runs her other hand along Jenny's leg, teases and tickles her thigh, fingers her asshole, then begins wetting and spreading her already-loosened cunt that remembers the press of a woman's fist and forearm inside. Jenny finally comes. Kimmy lifts her face from Jenny's pussy, dripping champagne and cum. She kisses her boyfriend passionately, then begins to suck and bite Jenny's breasts while raising her ass high and spreading her legs. Lance knows what Kimmy wants him to do, now. He picks up one of the empty champagne bottles, finds a damp towel near the table, wipes the bottle carefully, and then steps behind Kimmy. He slowly works the broad end of the bottle into Kimmy's already-stretched vagina. While his darling savors the sweetness of Jenny's breasts, Lance pushes the wide dark bottle in until it stops against the bony interior of Kimmy's hips. Somehow the public relations guys has also entered this scene. His suit is clean, he's back in "uniform," and his pants are wide open. He steps between Jenny's spread legs, dropping over the edge of the table, and puts his penis into her tunnel. He begins to pound her, making her body rock and slide on the table top under Kimmy's mouth. Kimmy licks, kisses, and sucks Jenny's chest, nipples neck and shoulders. Lance twists the bottle inside Kimmy, delighting her with the sensation. Now Kimmy is so hot her face flies across Jenny's body. The blonde glory sucks on Jenny's mouth, pulling her tongue between Kimmy's hot jaws in a frenzy of desire. Jenny's mouth is not enough to satisfy Kimmy's building need. Once more the suited companion gets off rather quickly. He withdraws from Jenny's hungry pussy and shoot his stream of milt across her belly in a thick vertical stripe. Once he steps back from between her legs he vanishes. We think that's good - this guy doesn't do anything for these women except leave them wondering what happened. In the meantime, Lance has lifted Kimmy in his arms, cradling her so her bottom drops in the center of his grasp, the bottle looking rather ridiculous sticking out of her. After he lifts her, she cranes her neck, biting him sharply on the earlobe, then sticking her tongue in the ear. Ah, we understand - she can't walk with that thing implanted there. The boyfriend carries Kimmy to the spot just vacated by the "sprinter," the guy who comes and cums quickly. Lance sets Kimmy down. She wants to use the bottle as an improvised dildo to fuck Jenny to completion, but she's not tall enough to do it. Instead, she leans over and begins licking the man cum from Jenny's body. Lance fetches a wooden crate of some kind -where do these things come from? - and puts it by Kimmy's feet. She pays no attention. Her hands grasp the bottle neck and she's fucking herself, while licking and chewing on Jenny's cunt. Jenny has started to come, and is screaming atop the table. He guides first one slender foot and then the other atop the crate. She steps atop the box, aiming the champagne bottle's neck like a cannon at Jenny's heated, red-fleshed quim. It slides in easily, penetrating almost to the broad shoulders of the bottle. Jenny jerks in response, the sudden movement of her hips nearly levering Kimmy into the air on the other end of the bottle. Finally Kimmy forces the entire bottle in just past the sloping wider shoulder of the bottle, she can feel the narrow end poking against the end of Jenny's tunnel. Kimmy now fucks her with the bottle, fingers of one of Kimmy's hands flying across Jenny's slit and clit, the other hand doing Kimmy's own. Jenny starts to come and come. Kimmy's own juices are running out along the sides of the bottle. Neither woman pays any attention as Lance steps behind Kimmy, himself now nude and displaying a find erection. He spreads Kimmy's bottom wide and begins massaging her anus with his thumbs. She looks over her shoulder, shakes her head strongly. She's telling him to go away. Instead, Lance spits on her shithole and puts the speartip of his cock against it. He slides it up and down the length of her butt seam, probes once against her anus. Kimmy responds by more violently jabbing Jenny, the end of the bottle jamming against the end of her passage. Jenny's knees immediately rise in the air with a consuming orgasm. Kimmy looks over her shoulder and speaks to Lance. We can tell from the movement of her mouth, she's telling him, no, yes, no, yes, if you are going to do that do it now and fuck my ass hard. He pushes into her, quickly, but with strain - she's obviously tight. His immediate thrusts jab Kimmy deeper into Jenny, and bounce the fat end of the bottle against the blockage inside his girlfriend. Both the women convulse with orgasm, Jenny wracked by the searing, constant power of sustained climaxes that torture her nerves. Kimmy, pinned by the dildo bottle joining her to Jenny and stabbed from behind on Lance's organ, wriggles like a fish on a spear. Her writhing excites Lance, and he too peaks. His milk spurts out of the puckered ring around his cock. Everything goes black. We are jolted from Kimmy's mind. She is awake. Perhaps this powerful sex dream yanked her back to awareness. She picks up the alarm clock by her bed. One in the morning. Why did she wake up? She wipes her hand across her face, pushes back some stray hairs tickling her shoulder. She must get up early so she can let Lance know she missed him. * * * * * (c)Copyright, 2000 by Wil E. Harden, Bryn Mawr, CA 92318 • All Rights Reserved • Published by permission of the author on Literotica for non-commercial, individual private entertainment - not to be reproduced or copied in any fashion without written permission of the author Dream Invaders Ch. 4 Episode Four: Two Kims Work Out DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the public person for endorsement or comment. Any similarity between the actual acquaintances and actions of the public person portrayed here, and the content of this story, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * ABOUT KIMMY: Kimmy doesn't remember her dreams. Sometimes she wakes up in the night, skin damp and clammy, her body flushed, and for a moment there's a ghost of recall but it doesn't last as long as it takes to press long slender fingers to her groin. The moist memory of something is still fresh, there, although the sleep images which made her so are gone. Despite great beauty, Kimmy rarely sleeps with anyone. Her usual bedtime companion is a tattered, battered teddy bear who attended her every girlhood every tea party. So her night visitations can't be clutched at when she wakes from a tossing rest, told to another before the ghost in her brain vanishes. To know what dances among the neurons when Kimmy sleeps, we must steal into her ear, make our way finally along the nerves and set exploring to find that region where her mind lives as her conscious body rests. And yes, there is a party tonight in Kimmy's brain. Perhaps we should dress for the occasion first, with a little more knowledge of the woman whose very secret self we will invade. Kimmy is young, just a little older than the law requires to serve her a drink she would only sip from politeness. She was raised well, uses good table manners and doesn't care to see feelings hurt, is kind to animals, watches her small budget and yearns to do something important in her life. Most families would be very proud indeed to welcome as a son's bride this petite, slender blonde with the swan's neck, defined jaw line and straight nose. Perhaps. There's another side to Kimmy that proves the old adage, "You gotta watch the quiet ones." She is a bisexual woman with an unquenchable sex drive. Her closet is filled with slutty clothes and rows of very high-heeled shoes. At the private strip club where she is the only dancer, she sometimes fucks the customers ... on stage, on a table, or in the parking lot - and sometimes in groups of 20 to 40 at a time. Often she goes to work dripping cum, stoppered in her ass with a butt plug, gathered in a noonday cruise for cock among the businessmen's bars in town. And when she's not working, Kimmy's at home with a huge assortment of toys she uses while chatting about sex on the Internet - or for fucking with one of her several bisexual girlfriends. Sometimes she has them tie her up and dominate the tiny girl with the very full, silicon-enhanced bosom. Kimmy's appetites are not the norm, perhaps, but she shares a habit with many people. She sees someone attractive, perhaps someone interesting in personal manners or even spiritual ways more than physically, and develops a crush on that stranger. And she's shy about it, even as many of us are. But where the average young woman with a harmless crush on a handsome stranger might contrive ways to peek from the sides of her eyes at her new attraction, Kimmy wonders how she could ask him to fuck her senseless. Or how to get that foxy woman, rather than a hot guy, in bed. Kimmy is an equal opportunity lay. Also, like many others, Kimmy is a bit star-struck. She has an open heart as well as open legs, so for her a crush on a famous actor, beautiful model, or popular singer is a brief imaginary love affair of great intensity. In fact, her response is a flood of fluids down her thighs. She often daydreams about being a star-fucker. She doesn't remember them, but her night dreams are often filled with celebrity sex. And we, the dream invaders, are going to join her. When we are wandering around Kimmy's dreams, it might be best if we wear stainproof raincoats with hoods. * * * * * Soaked sweat shirt and pants dribble over the edge of the hamper at the end of Kimmy's bed. She's completely motionless, the sheet pulled all the way above her head, obviously sunk in an exhausted rest. Our Dream Queen has been working out. Invading her nocturnal wanderings when Kimmy is so tired ought to be much more fun. She's hardly likely to spot us lurking in the corners of her mind, voyeurs of fantasies. Will she be a star-fucker tonight, too? Kimmy's crushes are so much fun. About 40 women are in what looks to be a gym. Tonight her sleep fantasies are not so very well-defined, but look - a wall of mirrors, showing very nice bodies in leotards or sweats doing some kind of aerobic routine. Over there are some exercycles and weight machines. Kimmy's reliving her day, perhaps. We can see her lithe little form at one end of the back row, her firm breasts bobbing below the edge of a yellow crop top. Her tiny, tight red satin shorts barely hide the rounds of her rear, and have crept up into the seam of her buttocks. Oh, yes, this is an exercise class with some prime lovelies in it. Leading at the front is the stunning exercise model, Kim Paul. Oh, look at her splendid full breasts under that tight green jersey top, the kind with the skinny straps and low-scooped neck. She's bent half forward, head tilted up to watch her group, a little sweat dropping from her brow while her arms pump down and up at full extension and her feet hop in a quick run-in-place. Ms. Paul also looks something like our Kimmy - could it be we see her feature act in this dream? The workout group slows and jogs slowly in place, cooling down. Kim Paul strips off her top, and then everything but her white shoes and low socks. This never happens outside of dreams, workout leaders don't do this - that woman is gorgeous. She begins to do a fitness competition routine, showing off to the fascinated crowd of women. Kimmy is fairly drooling at the sight. Oh, yes, Ms. Paul is Kimmy's next star-fucking target. Ms. Paul makes a dramatic demonstration of her strength and flexibility, dropping onto one hand, lifting her body up into the air above the floor about six inches and spreading her strong, quite nicely curved legs into a gaping split. Kimmy stands frozen, her eyes riveted on the instructress' groin, the smooth hard mound fringed by short-clipped brown-blonde hair poised above the floor. Kimmy can't help herself, she begins to rub her own mound, creasing the cloth of her shorts into her slit as she imagines fucking this star of fitness. Just as we are getting interested in watching Kimmy get herself nice and hot, everything gets crazy - all the women, including Kimmy, are naked and doing a new exercise routine. We wish Kimmy would be a little more considerate of the voyeurs in her mind, this is hard to handle. Now the other women in the class are standing straddle-legged, arms over their heads, leaning from side to side in long stretches. We're off to Kimmy's side, getting a great view of her wonderful naked body as well as of all these women. What a smorgasbord of tits and ass! Oh, take a closer look at Kimmy. She came to this workout session wearing a butt plug. And see the reflection from the mouth of her pussy? The little minx is also equipped with a set of ben-wa balls, and one of them is tucked right in the tiny fold of her labial lips! This woman is serious about sex all the time. Slight shift: Instructress Paul is talking softly to Kimmy, who flashes the exercise princess a big grin and nod. Kim Paul noticed Kimmy's front and rear appliances, too - look, she's tugging at the flange of the butt plug as Kimmy bends over in one of the workout motions, and then spanks it back with a playful slap. Then Kim Paul goes back to the front of the group and leads all that wonderful nakedness through a boob-juggling jogging routine and dismisses class. Kimmy gets her duffel bag and disappears into a misty place at the edge of this dream world where the office seems to be. We follow workout princess Kim Paul as she sends the ladies' class off, all naked, with winks and nods, then heads to the office, too. As she walks along the back hallways, the rooms behind us dissolve and the area before us takes shape. This is pretty cool. She enters the office. Kimmy is naked on the couch, on her elbows and knees, popping the ben-wa balls in and out of her pussy when Kim Paul comes in. Not a word - she kneels in front of Kimmy and lifts the girl's chin so she can begin tonguing Ms. Paul's slit. She holds Kimmy's hair in both hands and by gesture alone guides our star-fucker's actions. When Kimmy's tiny pointed tongue tip touches the instructress' upstanding sex button, it triggers a response in Kimmy's belly and she begins to experience the first of a series of "the small deaths." They both smell the fragrance of sex coming off Kimmy's body - Kim Paul shifts her grasp, shoving the hard shape of her pubis into the girl's face, demanding her tongue inside, and with another hand reaches over to lightly scratch the center of Kimmy's back with her nails. Turns out Kim Paul gets off rather easily, and often, and very wetly - a stream of hot liquid sprays onto Kimmy's upper lip, splattering into her nose with a stinging smell and runs down her face. Ms. Paul throws Kimmy off the couch and drops her cunt onto the smaller woman's, and rides it. When la Paul presses down on Kimmy it compresses the butt plug and our little pink sex object feels it squeeze within her ass. The ben-wa balls, forgotten, form a bulge inside Kimmy's pussy, and press down against the space between her mound and asshole. Ms. Paul discovers that ball when it gives her a moment's surprise while the two women's pussies are slapping against each other. In a flash, the workout wonder pushes the external ben-wa ball into her own vagina and begins to double-fuck herself and Kimmy. Seconds later both women are clenching each other in a deep kiss and coming together. Hoo! Watching this gets us so hot we begin to whack the wank like a monkey at the zoo, careless of who might be with us. Ridiculous concern, of course - we are Dream Invaders and not likely to be caught. But the momentary distraction of personal pleasure means we have missed another dream transition, because when we look back up the women are back in the gym, and Kim Paul has assumed the posture of a tough drill sergeant dressing down a balky recruit. There's a big difference, of course - in boot camp the soldiers get to wear clothing. Both these women are naked as jaybirds except for low socks and tennis shoes. Kimmy is sitting with a perfectly straight back at the edge of a long padded bench. There's one of those weight machines behind her, the kind that had a long crooked handle attached by cables to weights lifted up over a system of pulleys. We real her lips as Kim Paul slaps Kimmy's tits, calls her a pussy whore, a weak woman, a toy for anyone stronger. The instructress steps back and says she's going to whip Kimmy into shape. She tells Kimmy the first lesson is obedience. She puts Kimmy's hand up to her strong, prominent mound, and we notice the ben-wa ball is hanging out side Kim Paul's snatch, this time. So we look again at Kimmy's ass - yes, the butt plug is gone, too. Another dream tool has mysteriously vanished. Kimmy's tiny pucker is hardly noticeable, it is exactly the same color as her ass. Kimmy pulls on the ben-wa ball hanging outside. From the rippling contractions of Ms. Paul's groin and tummy muscles, it is obvious that when Kimmy almost pops the internal ball out, the aerobics specialist clenches on the sliding sphere and makes it go back up inside. Wouldn't that kind of muscle skill feel wonderful around a hard cock about to blow? Aren't dreams just the best fantasies? Hair-trigger Kim Paul makes all the motions of a woman ready to come - then she grasps Kimmy's hand so the two of them pop the ben-wa ball free, and Kim Paul's cum squirts in a hot thick stream onto Kimmy's breasts, torso and lower body. Kimmy grasps the other woman's hips and points the aromatic jets higher, leaning down to catch some cum on her outthrust tongue and chin. The shining splatter gleams all over Kimmy, who now lets go, rubs her hands in the mess on her body and sucks her fingers. Now that Kim Paul has twice shown her dominance by spraying her pleasure juice onto Kimmy's face, she exercises her authority. Kimmy is pushed backwards, straddling the workout bench, far enough to put her legs over the weight machine handle. Almost immediately, the slender girl's legs fail in resistance to the pull of the machine, lifting her knees high in the air. Pinned helplessly against the weights behind her, her legs hoisted high, Kimmy can only wave her hands when suddenly Kim Paul inserts a long double dildo into the girl's small vaginal gap, then straddles the weight bench herself and very deliberately lowers herself onto the other end of the dildo. Kim Paul fucks them both by doing a sequence of deep knee bends. Kimmy must be screaming, even if there are never any sounds in these dreams - we can see her head tossed as far back as she can, her mouth wide open. Each time Ms. Paul lowers herself in the knee bends, obviously the dildo in Kimmy penetrates to maximum depth, then presses down painfully against her innards. Finally, Ms. Paul finishes, and when she lifts herself off the dildo, it shines with her wetness while a small puddle on the bench shows she has again achieved climax. Trapped and exhausted by repeated orgasms, Kimmy simply lets her legs dangle over the cruel pull of the weight machine handlebars. Kim Paul is not through with her star-fucking dream girl, however. Magically, Ms. Paul acquires a long, thick steel bar of the kind used for severe free weight lifting. She lays it on the stretch of bench before Kimmy's exposed body, then slowly, slowly slides the fat, cold, hard end into Kimmy's asshole. Nearly twelve inches of relentless steel disappear into the once-tiny rosebud. Impaled on the heavy bar, Kimmy can't move as Ms. Paul again grasps the dildo and fucks the girl back to climax. We can see from the movement of Kimmy's lips she is begging Ms. Paul to stop - instead the instructress again slips the free end into herself and fucks herself on Kimmy's body while the smaller girl just rages from orgasm to orgasm. Even the splendid and tireless Kim Paul finally has enough. She leaves the whimpering Kimmy for a moment, then comes back with a handful of short bungee cords. These she uses to tie Kimmy securely to the weight machine, as if the exhausted young woman might somewhere find the strength to get her legs unwrapped from the weight machine and pull the long bar out of her stretched anus. Kim Paul wraps the strong cord around Kimmy's breasts, squeezing them between the coils. One of the cords is unused, but it does not go to waste. Ms. Paul doubles it into a short whip and begins to lash Kimmy's pinioned breasts, shoulders, knees, thighs, ass, and, finally, pussy. The workout teacher drops the cord, and clamps Kimmy's nipples between the knuckles of her hands, pulls and twists. The girl moans and thrashes, but is actually hardly capable of movement. One of Kim Paul's hands forms a fist and stops Kimmy's mouth. With her other hand, she lifts the weight bar poking into Kimmy's intestines and raises, lowers, raises it again. The immense lever pushes backwards against the young woman's buttocks muscles, then slides upward over the internal wall near her "g" spot, back and forth, forcing Kimmy into wracking convulsions of pain and pleasure. When Ms. Paul begins ponderously pulling the bar out of Kimmy's ass, then pushing it in again, fucking her with the monster steel prick, tears of pleasure and pain stream down the sweet cheeks under Kimmy's brimming brown eyes. Even as a dream this is too much for Kimmy. We are swamped with her pleasure chemicals as in her sleep Kimmy's body engulfs her with an overwhelming orgasm. We will have an endorphin hangover long after we depart her brain. Making our way out of Kimmy's midnight convulsions, we wonder - does she ever get off that weight bench? * * * * * (c)Copyright, 2000 by Wil E. Harden, Bryn Mawr, CA 92318 • All Rights Reserved • Published by permission of the author on Literotica for non-commercial, individual private entertainment - not to be reproduced or copied in any fashion without written permission of the author Dream Invaders Ch. 5 Episode Five: Kimmy the Surfer Babe DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the public person for endorsement or comment. Any similarity between the actual acquaintances and actions of the public person portrayed here, and the content of this story, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * ABOUT KIMMY: Kimmy doesn't remember her dreams. Sometimes she wakes up in the night, skin damp and clammy, her body flushed, and for a moment there's a ghost of recall but it doesn't last as long as it takes to press long slender fingers to her groin. The moist memory of something is still fresh, there, although the sleep images which made her so are gone. Despite great beauty, Kimmy rarely sleeps with anyone. Her usual bedtime companion is a tattered, battered teddy bear who attended her every girlhood every tea party. So her night visitations can't be clutched at when she wakes from a tossing rest, told to another before the ghost in her brain vanishes. To know what dances among the neurons when Kimmy sleeps, we must steal into her ear, make our way finally along the nerves and set exploring to find that region where her mind lives as her conscious body rests. And yes, there is a party tonight in Kimmy's brain. Perhaps we should dress for the occasion first, with a little more knowledge of the woman whose very secret self we will invade. Kimmy is young, just a little older than the law requires to serve her a drink she would only sip from politeness. She was raised well, uses good table manners and doesn't care to see feelings hurt, is kind to animals, watches her small budget and yearns to do something important in her life. Most families would be very proud indeed to welcome as a son's bride this petite, slender blonde with the swan's neck, defined jaw line and straight nose. Perhaps. There's another side to Kimmy that proves the old adage, "You gotta watch the quiet ones." She is a bisexual woman with an unquenchable sex drive. Her closet is filled with slutty clothes and rows of very high-heeled shoes. At the private strip club where she is the only dancer, she sometimes fucks the customers ... on stage, on a table, or in the parking lot - and sometimes in groups of 20 to 40 at a time. Often she goes to work dripping cum, stoppered in her ass with a butt plug, gathered in a noonday cruise for cock among the businessmen's bars in town. And when she's not working, Kimmy's at home with a huge assortment of toys she uses while chatting about sex on the Internet - or for fucking with one of her several bisexual girlfriends. Sometimes she has them tie her up and dominate the tiny girl with the very full, silicon-enhanced bosom. Kimmy's appetites are not the norm, perhaps, but she shares a habit with many people. She sees someone attractive, perhaps someone interesting in personal manners or even spiritual ways more than physically, and develops a crush on that stranger. And she's shy about it, even as many of us are. But where the average young woman with a harmless crush on a handsome stranger might contrive ways to peek from the sides of her eyes at her new attraction, Kimmy wonders how she could ask him to fuck her senseless. Or how to get that foxy woman, rather than a hot guy, in bed. Kimmy is an equal opportunity lay. Also, like many others, Kimmy is a bit star-struck. She has an open heart as well as open legs, so for her a crush on a famous actor, beautiful model, or popular singer is a brief imaginary love affair of great intensity. In fact, her response is a flood of fluids down her thighs. She often daydreams about being a star-fucker. She doesn't remember them, but her night dreams are often filled with celebrity sex. And we, the dream invaders, are going to join her. When we are wandering around Kimmy's dreams, it might be best if we wear stainproof raincoats with hoods. * * * * * While her favorite color is pink, Kimmy also likes blue a great deal - her car is blue, her bedroom is decorated in blues, some of her sexiest outfits are blue, and the ocean where she loves to hang out is blue. So is the custom frame on her Internet browser screen display, which Kimmy saw most of the day while she was web surfing for good porno. Part of this tiny pink lady's appeal is her combination of sweet, demure shyness and an outrageously nasty mind. Some conversations make her blush until she's nearly lavender, yet the stuff she looks up on the Internet would have had her hanged a hundred years ago. We Dream Invaders can testify that what people see influences their thoughts, because here we are in Kimmy's twisted brain again tonight, watching her relive her day's discoveries. Dream-Kimmy is at her battered old desk next to the bed, looking for porn. Onscreen is an amazing photo of some other blonde woman with the biggest tits ever created by some sick puppy using a morphing program. Kimmy's online boyfriend calls overinflated breasts "blimps" - he would probably name these dugs "zeppelins," since they pour from the petite creature's chests to spread massively across her thighs in glistening mounds the size of footstools. Despite the silence of this dream world, we know Kimmy is laughing at the sight, since her shoulders shake and those grand round breasts of hers bob and the tiny pink nipples trace a crazy path. What speed Kimmy's dream computer has! Now she's looking at some women's wrestler website, probably a favorite of hers since Kimmy had that crush on Trish Stratus (EPISODE 1: TRISH DOMINATES KIMMY). She seems to have navigated backwards on the site to its index - curious, we sneak a bit closer to peek over her slender shoulders. Yes, she's called up a directory of photos for someone named "Sable." Oh, these are excellent photos, if they are real - this "Sable" looks something like Kimmy, and the wrestler loves to fuck - anal, in these shots, is a strong theme. Kimmy finds the photos hot, too - she has a few arranged on her screen so she can see the best parts, and now she's supplied with a collection of her favorite toys on the end of her bed. More dream magic - just wish for something and there it is. Maybe tonight we are going to see Kimmy the star-fucker fuck herself. She starts with a powder puff - makes herself all full of goosebumps and nice smells, teases her body from the tops of her feet to the backs of her legs, the inner lines of her thighs, the rim of her asshole, the sides of her mound, her belly, breasts, nipples and neck. We can see Kimmy shaking all over, her hands straying to her crotch, but for some reason she never quite does anything. That errant hand now reaches to a bowl, pulls out an ice cube, and begins caressing her torso. Brrr, that must be cold! She's made her nipples poke far out by running the cube in decreasing circles from the sides of hr breasts to the points in their centers. Now she's stroking her abdomen, vertically, sliding the melting cube over a shining trail from her breastbone down to her groin, running the cube along the sides of her mound, down around her pink-brown pucker, back up the other side between thigh and slope of her Venus mount, and then to her chest again. Only a small flat slab of ice is left, but she reaches down, raises one slender thigh, angels her bottom forward some, and stuffs the ice cube up her ass. She shivers briefly from the cold shock. Next Kimmy grabs a long slender dildo with a blunt head and slides it in after the ice cube. Her bowels must be shrinking from that chill surprise. On the computer monitor, Kimmy has animated one of Sable's anal screwing photos. A heroically-proportioned muscle man is really reaming the big-chested wrestler's asshole, while her fingers seem to open and close her bright pink-red vagina with every stroke. Kimmy watches a little while, her breathing obviously speeding up, one hand absently twisting and jabbing the dildo up her own ass. She licks a finger, touches the screen over Sable's pulsating pussy, then grabs another ice cube and starts sliding it up down her own slit, paying attention to the clitoris. After several of those strokes, Kimmy is definitely ready for more action. She sets the ice cube down and plucks a lighted candle from her desk. (WHERE do all these things come from, so immediately?) She tilts her chair back on its rear legs, raising her bottom to an almost-level position relative to the floor. Slowly, glancing back and forth from Sable's image being ass-fucked heavily to her own pudenda, Kimmy tilts the candle and pours wax around the place where the dildo sticks out of her butt. She reacts to the hot sting by almost falling over backwards. Our view wanders momentarily to the monitor - darn, that is a computer we'd like to have! Faster than the speed of light a new picture of Sable is onscreen. She's humping some guy in a hammock, holding on to a bar overhead and rising up and down on a fat cock up her ass. In this view, Sable is also slamming a massive black fake cock into her vagina, the balls of it turned up to bang into her clit each time she shoves it entirely into her belly. Kimmy has put a practice pecker into her pussy, too. It's very thick and motorized, when she lets go of it we can see the end twisting, so when she holds it in place the head inside must drive her wild. One of Kimmy's hands is busy with the slender slider up her ass, nearly blurring as she whips it in and out. Her other hand has another ice cube and she's again stimulating her nipples and clitoris with it. Bing! The ice cube is gone and Kimmy is letting a pair of very big, mean-looking nipple clamps snap shut on her tenderized tits. A long chain connects the two clamps. She wraps the chain in loops around the rotating end of the prime pumper wobbling in her quim. Now the mechanized pleasure plug intermittently pulls on one nipple, then the next, and sometimes both. Kimmy throws her head back and yowls a silent scream of pleasure. Both her hands grip the prong protruding from her upper belly and begin to make it fuck her hard. Kimmy pulls it almost entirely out each time, the pale, ribbed shaft shining with her body waters, then pushes it back in, hard, rapidly. Her back arches, we see her stomach muscles rib and clench - it looks like Kimmy may be getting off. She lifts her knees in the air and clamps her thighs around the fisted hands holding on to the plunger. Shuddering, she stiffly sets her feet down, pulls the camshaft cock out of her, grabs another ice cube, and stuffs it quickly into her dribbling cunny. Then she rams the dildo back in and quivers from the jolt of the ice block in her hot honey pot. Her breasts were pulled out in painful peaks by the nipple clamp chain as she did this. Now grasping that chain with the hand which had been diddling her rear, Kimmy takes another candle and pours hot wax on her stretched nipples. This time her body response is total - she draws up into a ball on the chair and roars into a mind-blanking orgasm. Cum rums down the seam of her seat and wets the chair. Her long, narrow feet kick thoughtlessly up and down. On the dream monitor's screen, Sable is being coated all over her face and bosom by a shower of semen. This is enough to get us rather hot, too. Exploring our own crotches, enjoying the stimulation of sight and touch, we might want to get off as well. Fortunately no one can see us doing ourselves in the shadowed rim of Kimmy's dreams. If we could smell anything in this dream universe, surely now the place would reek of Kimmy's cum. We've seen her got off many times, but tonight her fantasy fucking has created a monumental response. When she stands up from her chair, the aromatic reminders of her sexual release streak her legs, blobs of it drip from the big dildo she extracts from her joy chute, the end of the dildo she pulls out of her ass is so slippery she has to use both hands to get it out. Crumbles of green candle wax flake off her anus. We expected to be kicked out of Kimmy's dream by her momentous pleasure passage, but despite intoxicating traces of her brain's pleasure chemicals, we are still on scene. Do you think she knows we are here and wants to show off for us? She is evidently not finished. Kimmy is pulling a very pretty pink silk wrap on, one we can see through, it makes her sexier than if she were naked, and stepping into some matching tall heeled shoes. Now she has a big photo of Sable filling the monitor screen. Sable is kneeling next to a stunning woman, sucking the woman's breast while a guy on the floor fucks that woman from below. Kimmy, turns, blows a kiss in our direction - she does know! - and steps into the monitor. Instantly the stunning woman is Kimmy, riding a fat hard cock and pulling Sable's head further to envelop her nipple and bosom. Kimmy is in a semi-kneeling position on top of the anonymous guy's penis. She rises up on her upper legs to raise he body and nearly slide the peter from her, the cum still flowing out of her from that first orgasm, then drops back down so hard it must hurt the fellow. Some candle wax still coats her clit and encrusts the nipple we can see. Sable is greedily tugging at Kimmy's breast like a starving baby. Kimmy's hands are fondling Sable's substantial knockers, too. Now Sable has shifted, combining dream and computer magic. She is getting fucked up the ass while standing in front of Kimmy's face. Kimmy has her head tucked down to lick at Sable's pussy and the balls of the guy doing Sable, while underneath Kimmy the other guy is piledriving our dreamer's cunt. Kimmy is raised up some on her legs to give the guy a good angle and room to plough her fertile fold. His cock swings up in an arc, piercing her lower belly, slapping his balls up to bounce against her mound and clit on every stroke. Sable is taking solid strokes in her rich creamy ass, the impact of the guy putting it to her pushing her mound against Kimmy's nose and sliding Sable's pudenda over her probing tongue. Sable has already come at least once, so her flavorful fluids are all over her parts and lower body, exciting Kimmy with the foreign flavors. Soon we notice Kimmy's eyes glaze over with the unmistakable signs she is lost in a sexual haze. This is a definite indicator she has already started an orgasm and is fixated on the fucking partner beneath her as well as the one in her face. She flicks her tongue speedily over Sable, while the ass fucker suddenly stiffs the lady wrestler with a deep plunge that stays deep as he flexes his muscular ass to pump his prick hard up her rear. Seems like everyone is about to come. Now the ass fucker carries forth that visual promise, his buns tucked tight, his leg muscles corded as he raises Sable completely off the ground. Se see his cum spurt from her tight ass passage. Sable, triggered by this, also visibly begins to shake and shimmy atop her impaler. We see her cum pour onto Kimmy's face while our little pink friend tries to get it all in her mouth. Next Kimmy gets off, again. She grasps Sable's strong upper legs, gasps like a fish out of water, shivers from head to toe and clenches her knees around the legs of the guy fucking her. Kimmy's cunt drops down to bury him as far in her as she can have it, and she shakes her head back and forth. The anonymous pussy pounder must be enjoying himself as well, because now we see the milky creams of sperm juice flooding Kimmy and running down his balls. Is this the vision to finally get us over the edge of solitary pleasures, too? Too bad we just got bounced from dreamland, not only don't we know if our Dream Invader self finally got some, but Kimmy is still a real live web surfer. It would have been fun to peek between her legs when she stepped back out of the monitor, dripping from every hole. * * * * * (c)Copyright, 2000 by Wil E. Harden, Bryn Mawr, CA 92318 • All Rights Reserved • Published by permission of the author on Literotica for non-commercial, individual private entertainment - not to be reproduced or copied in any fashion without written permission of the author. Dream Invaders Ch. 6 Episode Six: Porn Producer Kimmy DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the public person for endorsement or comment. Any similarity between the actual acquaintances and actions of the public person portrayed here, and the content of this story, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * ABOUT KIMMY: Kimmy doesn't remember her dreams. Sometimes she wakes up in the night, skin damp and clammy, her body flushed, and for a moment there's a ghost of recall but it doesn't last as long as it takes to press long slender fingers to her groin. The moist memory of something is still fresh, there, although the sleep images which made her so are gone. Despite great beauty, Kimmy rarely sleeps with anyone. Her usual bedtime companion is a tattered, battered teddy bear who attended her every girlhood every tea party. So her night visitations can't be clutched at when she wakes from a tossing rest, told to another before the ghost in her brain vanishes. To know what dances among the neurons when Kimmy sleeps, we must steal into her ear, make our way finally along the nerves and set exploring to find that region where her mind lives as her conscious body rests. And yes, there is a party tonight in Kimmy's brain. Perhaps we should dress for the occasion first, with a little more knowledge of the woman whose very secret self we will invade. Kimmy is young, just a little older than the law requires to serve her a drink she would only sip from politeness. She was raised well, uses good table manners and doesn't care to see feelings hurt, is kind to animals, watches her small budget and yearns to do something important in her life. Most families would be very proud indeed to welcome as a son's bride this petite, slender blonde with the swan's neck, defined jaw line and straight nose. Perhaps. There's another side to Kimmy that proves the old adage, "You gotta watch the quiet ones." She is a bisexual woman with an unquenchable sex drive. Her closet is filled with slutty clothes and rows of very high-heeled shoes. At the private strip club where she is the only dancer, she sometimes fucks the customers ... on stage, on a table, or in the parking lot - and sometimes in groups of 20 to 40 at a time. Often she goes to work dripping cum, stoppered in her ass with a butt plug, gathered in a noonday cruise for cock among the businessmen's bars in town. And when she's not working, Kimmy's at home with a huge assortment of toys she uses while chatting about sex on the Internet - or for fucking with one of her several bisexual girlfriends. Sometimes she has them tie her up and dominate the tiny girl with the very full, silicon-enhanced bosom. Kimmy's appetites are not the norm, perhaps, but she shares a habit with many people. She sees someone attractive, perhaps someone interesting in personal manners or even spiritual ways more than physically, and develops a crush on that stranger. And she's shy about it, even as many of us are. But where the average young woman with a harmless crush on a handsome stranger might contrive ways to peek from the sides of her eyes at her new attraction, Kimmy wonders how she could ask him to fuck her senseless. Or how to get that foxy woman, rather than a hot guy, in bed. Kimmy is an equal opportunity lay. Also, like many others, Kimmy is a bit star-struck. She has an open heart as well as open legs, so for her a crush on a famous actor, beautiful model, or popular singer is a brief imaginary love affair of great intensity. In fact, her response is a flood of fluids down her thighs. She often daydreams about being a star-fucker. She doesn't remember them, but her night dreams are often filled with celebrity sex. And we, the dream invaders, are going to join her. When we are wandering around Kimmy's dreams, it might be best if we wear stainproof raincoats with hoods. * * * * * Ordinarily Kimmy is a tidy young woman. She keeps up with simple messes all the time, puts her dirty clothing in the hamper, diligently uses part of every weekend for a more thorough housecleaning (she hates doing the bathroom so always gets it over with first). Tonight the remains of dinner congeal in a bowl on a tray beside her bed, clothes are obviously tossed carelessly about, and our beautiful dreamer sprawls naked atop her covers while the television presents a late night program of "snow." Once again we are about to sneak into her dear brain to see what dreams she will create, stealing from her our own nightly fantasies. We can tell from the cassette case lying tentlike on the floor Kimmy has been indulging her delight in pornographic films. She probably fell asleep during this one, and that's why there is such a mess around. Maybe we are in for a serious treat tonight. Who from the world of porn would Kimmy decide to embrace in her star-fucking dreams? Oh, how nice - she's well into this dream! We are in a very confusing place - look, walls but they are fakes, held up by braces in their rear, a beautiful bedroom within the walls' painted enclosure, but no ceiling - just lots of bars swaying above, hung with odd kinds of lamps. People swarm all over, most of them sort of hazy shapes, more quick cartoons of people than real ones. Hey, there's Kimmy! She's dressed funny - wearing pants like riding breeches, the kind with balloon thighs but tight on the belly and lower leg, high black leather boots to just below her knees, a loose blouse, a scarf around her neck, and a beret. She has a riding-crop held between her arm and chest, and is shouting through a megaphone. Of course, here in Kimmy's dreams we never hear anything, but it's clear she is the boss-lady of what must be a movie set. Kimmy is not just putting herself in a porn flick, she is producing and directing one. Making movies is not in her life's experience, so how does she know the details of a movie set? Well, no matter, it's her dream, we are watching and this is good. Kimmy waves forward a couple of hot-looking babes - one is wearing nothing but a thong bikini bottom, the other is in a robe but naked underneath - and they run over to a couple of very good-looking guys to kneel before them and start blow jobs. Those are called "fluff girls," generally wanna-be porn actresses whose job is to keep the actors ramrod-ready for action. More movement distracts our attention. Kimmy's dream movie is pretty good quality, the crew is using film rather than video cameras. A cameraman rolls a dolly-mounted camera over by this very nice bed in the middle of the set, lining up for the next scene. Some other hazy figures are changing light angles and putting colored gels across their fronts to turn the mood into a soft scene. Oops - one of the fluff girls has done her job too well - the actor she's sucking is obviously going to come. She pinches his long prick with both hands while the poor guy's face turns red. Bet stopping that ejaculation made his balls swell up. But he's a professional, his wad is reserved for the film. Now Kimmy seems to be consulting her script. A very cute girl, probably the continuity manager, is pointing to things and shaking her head. She's a brunette with stupendous tits, wearing very tall heels and a skirt that just wraps around a small but nice ass. Kimmy is staring at the girl's tits instead of listening. Oh, something has gotten through to our blonde dreamer, she raises her thin light brown eyebrows and nods and points to where the fluff girls are doing their job. The continuity manager rolls her ass deliciously above those great legs and heels and her tits sway like trees in a hurricane as she strolls over. Apparently the guys aren't needed in this scene. One immediately pulls his cock out of the girl's mouth and walks away in evident irritation. The guy who was going to come grins, looks down at the girl working on his rod, pulls her to her feet, turns her around, kicks her legs wider apart, and begins fucking her doggy style. He'll get to shoot a double load in this one. The continuity manager looks on, pulling one beautiful large sloping breast from her blouse, holding it out to the guy to suck while he fucks. Kimmy's dreams are at least as good as porn flicks. And speaking of porn flicks, actresses are gathered on the set. A beautiful woman, a blonde vision, lies on the bed. Good grief, it is another Kimmy - she is directing herself in a fuck film. This ought to be interesting. She's dressed in a gauzy pink robe that is sexier than if she were naked. Overhead, two actresses on nearly invisible slings are flying around dropping flower petals all over. Another actress stands at the foot of the bed tossing flowers onto Kimmy, and a splendid big blonde dressed like a fairy is about to mount the bed. At last - here is our star - Jenna Jameson. Producer Kimmy stands tall in her tight black boots and gives a signal. Flower petals spill in a shower from an overhead bin onto the set. Jenna plants a strong leg on either side of actress Kimmy and presents her pud to our dreamer. Actress Kimmy sticks out her tongue to begin licking the shining slit when a petal drops on the tiny pink tip of the tongue. Our dream actress is able to take advantage of the chance happening, and slowly tucks the flower up into Jenna's body. The blonde puts both her hands under her breasts, closes her eyes in evident ecstasy and sinks down onto the soft probe in her pussy. As this action proceeds, the other female "fairies" gather around the bed and begin massaging both women with handfuls of the flower petals. One batch smears in a colorful stripe down the side of actress Kimmy's leg. With their hands, these women worship the bodies of the two stars before them, Jenna and star-fucking dream porn queen Kimmy. Jenna takes a bottle of massage oil from one of the fairies and pours it over Kimmy's torso. She pours more over her own incredible body, her strong shoulders, elegant neck and large breasts. The oil runs down to the valley between her thighs and drips onto Kimmy's chin and neck. Then Jenna begins smoothing the oil all over Kimmy's full bosom and slender trunk. Jenna's strong hands work the oil into the fair skin of our dreamer. The fairies cluster at the head of the bed and begin massaging Jenna front and back at the same time, sometimes sliding sly little hands down the crack of her ass and tickling her anus. Jenna arches her back, points her proud chest up toward the lights above, and allows her attendants to pleasure her firm body. Kimmy begins licking even more fervently at the woman's organs above her mouth and is rewarded when Jenna appears to enjoys a small orgasm that dumps cum to mingle with the oil on actress Kimmy's face. We sneak a look across the set a producer Kimmy. She's using one hand to tell a cameraman to slowly move his shot in closer, and her other hand is busy rubbing her crotch through the tight pants. The tan fabric looks a little dark there, maybe she's getting wet. On the far side of producer Kimmy the now-useless male actor is pumping a heavy stream of cum into the mouth and on the face of his erstwhile fluff girl. She seems to be very happy about that. The actor, is, too. The continuity manager, who should be watching everything happening on the set, is neglecting her job. Both of her mountainous breasts lay out on top of her opened blouse, her skirt is pulled up and she's finger-fucking herself watching the actor achieve his pleasure. Our Kimmy is dreaming a very nasty dirty movie shoot. Back on the set, the arrangement of people has changed. Jenna sits on a little stool to one side of the bed, two of the fairies caressing and massaging her, sucking her nipples, licking her from head to toe. She is enjoying the attention, several fingers of one hand sliding in and out her cunt. Actress Kimmy has been turned over on the bed, her legs spread wide and the filmy pink robe lifted above the lovely half-moons of her ass cheeks. Two more fairies are oiling her bottom, thighs, calves and feet, and also running their hands over the slit peeking out between those lovely legs. Intermittently some fingers seem to find their way into the girl's bodily openings. Actress Kimmy raises her head to speak, but as she does so one of the fairies slips a pink silk cloth around her face, covering her mouth. Her straight nose pokes up against the cloth, she can breathe but she stops trying to speak. Is this scripted? It works, in any event. She follows the two fairies with her big brown eyes while they pull the pink robe entirely off, then oil her back and arms. Jenna has pulled one of the fairies into her lap so they can gently slide their shaved mounds and feminine parts against each other. While those two make pleasure, the other fairies finish with actress Kimmy and turn her back over on the bed. They pull her legs wider apart and begin to gently finger her anus and vagina. As they do so, they also tug on her legs to slide her toward the edge of the bed's end. Producer Kimmy, now well beyond her level of experience as a film director, is letting the camera operators do whatever they want. The cameramen move their equipment around in a voyeur's dance, and director Kimmy has her riding pants open, the continuity manager kneeling before the chair eagerly lapping up cum from our dream director's glistening crotch. Kimmy in the chair is lightly slapping the quim chomper's back with the riding crop. Director Kimmy is hors de combat. We look back at the porno set. Jenna has had one of the dream-fast costume changes. Now she's in a pair of extreme spike-heeled stiletto shoes, a black latex harness around her chest, both breasts showing through holes for them, wearing a large black strap-on penis. Her labial lips show through a gap below the balls of the phony fuck tool. With a deliberate manner , flanked by an "honor guard" of the four fairies, Jenna steps to access Kimmy's prominently-displayed pussy at the edge of the bed. Jenna leans over, arms placed to either side of Kimmy's body, points the big hard rubber cock at our dreamer's little hole, and pushes it into Kimmy to its full length. Actress Kimmy likes this very much and begins to thrust forward onto the pole piercing her nether region. The other women grab Kimmy's hips and push down, not allowing her to move as the cock slowly enters her. Jenna slowly withdraws the dildo from Kimmy, and lies back on the floor by the bed, two cameras moving in from either side for a clear shot. One of the fairies moves to her and licks and sucks on the strap-on dildo poking up in the air above Jenna. Meanwhile, the other fairies pick actress Kimmy up in a sitting position between their interlocked arms, carry her to the spot where Jenna lies, and gently lower Kimmy back down onto the false erection, the girl that was sucking on the dildo guiding the plastic poker into her cunny. Jenna slowly fucks Kimmy from below. Actress Kimmy then feels something pushing at her asshole. When she looks back, it is another girl working a dildo into her ass. We can tell that she moans into the gag as she enjoys the feel of both rubber cocks inside her, filling up her holes. She look around and sees a lesbian orgy, the other three women playing with each other in a triangle, using dildos and tongues on each other. Trying to thrust and quicken the pace of the dildos inside her pleasantly tortured passage, actress Kimmy realizes Jenna and the woman assfucking her are both holding our dreamer in place. Kimmy tosses her head and hair wildly but her urgent need is ignored. A moment later, the film fairy using a dildo in Kimmy's ass pulls the tool out and moves over to the other girls. Magically, one of the other girls is suddenly behind Kimmy, also equipped with a strapon and teases her asshole but does not enter. Kimmy then feels the second strapon pressing hard into her love tunnel next to the first substitute cock, working in very slowly. She is going to have a double dildo penetration in her pussy. Soon she is filled with both dildos in the same hole. Both move in and out at the same time. We can tell by her movements and the rippling of the gag about her face she is moaning louder and louder, probably urging the female fuckers to drive them deeper. She again tries to speed their motions in her needy belly, but is unable to do so. Jenna sits up, facing Kimmy, to kiss her cheeks and untie the gag. Before Kimmy has the chance to beg - she is not shy at all about asking for sexual attention -Jenna pushes her lips to Kimmy's and kisses the girl deeply. While both women fuck Kimmy's pleasure channel from front and rear with the strapons, Jenna sustains the kiss. This is the trigger for actress Kimmy; she begins to shake as she orgasms on the double dildo penetration. Her body breaks the enchantment of climax, and she thrashes around, stirring the dildos in her stretched sex hole, while kissing Jenna back hard. The fairy fucking from the rear pulls out of Kimmy's cunny, allowing Jenna to push Kimmy over onto her back. Arched over the quivering pink star-fucker, Jenna thrusts the dildo in deep one last time, then pulls free and moves the dripping rod to Kimmy's wide-open mouth. Eyes closed, actress Kimmy feels the dildo enter her mouth. She slowly sucks it clean while also rubbing her clitoris with one hand. When the dildo is all clean it is removed from her mouth and Kimmy open her eyes to look around. The dream has begun to disintegrate - everyone but Jenna has vanished. She leans down and gives Kimmy one last, deep kiss as she fades away. We dream invaders similarly fade to black as Kimmy's fantasy film shoot ends. * * * * * (c)Copyright, 2000 by Wil E. Harden, Bryn Mawr, CA 92318 • All Rights Reserved • Published by permission of the author on Literotica for non-commercial, individual private entertainment - not to be reproduced or copied in any fashion without written permission of the author