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Sweet Dream

By: scarlett



Have you ever closed your eyes and had the urges of your subconscious take over your mind? As I closed my eyes and clicked the TV power button to off, my mind plunged toward the sleep of exhaustion and of a woman in desperate need of a good fuck. 

It had been over five days since I had last felt the pleasures of cock in my body. I ached and felt wet almost constantly during these times. Weekdays, I was a faithful wife with three kids, a house and business to run, while my husband worked in another city outside of commuting distance. I was anticipating my husband's return, but as I relaxed in bed, sleep took over.

The darkness and silence of the late hours of the night filled my bedroom. From sleep, I heard the sounds of my husband arriving home from a week of business travel on the east coast. As he moved into bed I rolled over and cold hands cupped my breasts and the sweet taste of butterscotch passed through my mouth. He must have stopped somewhere for a snack on his drive home from the airport. The remains of a pleasant dream slipped away as I was propositioned to enter the real world of sex. " I have a surprise for you, but you have to do exactly what I say. Are you game?" he said. With sleep and my husband's presence the aphrodisiac, I accepted whatever might be in store for me. He replied, "There are three rules, you can't say anything, you have to be completely quiet. No matter what, you can't remove the blindfold I have for you. And, you're not allowed to move your arms or legs unless I untie them." I readily stripped my panties off.

A mask was secured over my eyes. I heard the strains of music from our clock radio begin and every layer of bedding was pulled from my body. The chill of the night sent a shiver through me and I felt my nipples harden. Strips of satiny material, tied tightly, were secured to my wrists and ankles, as my exposed body was pulled taunt across our bed.

The bedroom door scraped open and thoughts of what erotic toys might surprise me flashed through my mind. Chills ran across my skin again.
 I felt my husband's naked body over mine. Sliding his penis in - my body was ready for him. Kissing me. Fucking me. Eating me. I felt his tongue flickering over me and in me, across my tingling skin. He knew my body and the exact spots that needed to be touched. As he licked across my swollen clit, he would use his fingers to gently pull my opening downward. It always made reaching an orgasm more intense. The tormenting cycle of different pleasures repeated itself. I could do nothing more than whimper softly as shots of pleasure moved through my body. I felt the response of my body as I got hotter and the ache between my legs grew.

Suddenly, he moved off. I heard rustling on the floor near the end of the bed and prepared for what ingenious toy of pleasure he had brought me. But he was back again. Fucking me, letting his tongue wander to the hottest spot in my body, but never for the length of time I needed to cum, just a teasing. Finding that no little sex toy had appeared, I thought I had figured his game of pleasure out. Tormenting me by fucking, licking my breasts, my cunt, but forcing me to wait and ache for a total orgasm. In my secured position there would be nothing I could do to fight it.

As I felt him lift his cock to my lips, I readied myself to show my appreciation for what he was doing. But a shirt hung over what I sought to pleasure. I whispered for him to move it out of the way. Wait a t-shirt? As he thrust his penis into my mouth I felt the sticky surface of a condom. In a flash the realization that my husband had a vasectomy and would not need such protection crossed my mind. My partner realizing my hesitation abandoned his position and pushed himself into me, hard and deeply.

In almost 10 years of marriage, we had fantasized occasionally about a threesome. Recently, the intensity of this fantasy had increased. In conversations, emails, as we fucked, we discussed the possibility, imagined who, where, when. We visited some great Internet sites with stories and pictures to help us visualize. We thought through the possibility of either a man or a woman as a companion. For years, my husband had spoken of his desire to watch me and another man. How hard his cock would get at the sight of my cunt wrapping itself around another man's penis. I also admitted, there were times my body craved more fucking after the first orgasm and more than one cock was what I needed to be satisfied.

Now I suspected that this fantasy was unfolding in my bedroom. I still wasn't 100% sure it was someone else or just an elaborate scheme by my husband to make me want there to be someone else there. Like being at the top of the roller coaster, unsure as to how you arrived, but certain you were going to be finishing the trip. I knew I should enjoy the ride. My husband was either watching me get fucked or fucking my brains out. Both happy thoughts. I suddenly realized that I wasn't a bit cold any more. I just hoped that in my limited position I could make him feel as good as I did.

If it wasn't my husband, my visitor knew a woman's body. Using his hands and his tongue to take my breath away. I lifted my hips to meet him completely. In my mission position it was difficult to tell if another penis was ramming itself into me. In my experience, condoms always inhibited complete sensation. His shirt brushed against me again and I was reminded that my husband had been nude. I checked my available senses and could still not be sure. As he pushed himself in again, I felt the thrusting intensify and 3 quiet groans escaped his lips. Now he was busted, my husband is a man of few words, both during the day and in bed. In 12 years of sex, I had never heard him moan as he came.

To my delight, this new comer to my body knew what I ached for. His hands were smooth and soft. Unlike many of the details and sensations flowing together in my mind, his hands and their touch stood out. In the last 10 years, my husband's hands had been the only ones to stoke my body and I was certain these were not his. Placing his hands on my thighs he gently messaged my tensing muscles. Next moving them to the folds of my cunt and inserting them gently and running them in and out as his tongue and mouth sucked just above my moist slit. Expertly using his tongue I felt my clit rubbed almost raw by his demands. His chin was rough and its texture added to the friction he was creating. I felt myself climb the sweet journey to release. Small waves of pleasure shot through my body, but this man demanded more. He pushed me higher as he laid his wonderful hands across my stomach. I lifted my hips to meet this feasting mouth and arched my back so that the full force of his stroking tongue could be felt. 

Feeling this new technique the visitor had brought I became more convinced that two men were in my bedroom and only one had been there before. My original orders were so hard to follow. I tried to be quiet but inside I wanted to scream. To be able to totally focus on just these wonderful sensations without the power or possibility of returning the favor was amazing. Out of control is the only way to describe it. And to imagine that my husband was in the room watching, knowing now that I just wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked.

My body shuddered as the hotness grew hotter and spasms of pleasure shot up and down my body. I felt prickles of sweat form across my body. The man who had brought me to this point sat up to watch me moan and cry out. Like an electric current every fold and nerve of my cunt demanded and begged to be fucked. I had to ask for it, let those in the room know that I was ready for more. A door opened and closed as I lie on the bed waiting.

With rapid movement my husband was on top of me, kissing, fucking, sucking, everything I needed done, he did. I felt the flesh of this entire body on my sweaty body. In my vow of silence I never asked the question that hung in the air. All I could say was "thank you. " But the knowledge that it had happened and the pleasure it had brought heightened my desire. Untied, able to look at him and return my appreciation I rode his huge, engorged cock sending all of it into me. After 2 more orgasms I still needed more. The hours wore on and yet the word satisfied could not describe me. 

In the early hours of the morning my energy level finally began to decline and all we could do was lie in our bed surrounded by the sweet dampness of our fucking. My curiosity was intense; I had to ask who the visitor was. In his tantalizing way, my husband could only say that I'd know who he was when a strange man approached, slipped his tongue in my ear and whispered, 'I'm going to fuck you.'

Even as I re-entered the world of sleep, my dreams allowed me to continue on in the fantasy that had unfolded in my bedroom. My subconscious took me everywhere where men leaned toward my ear and said those words. My cunt felt hot all through the rest of my sleep and left me aching even as I opened my eyes to the world. As I awoke to the remnants of these dreams, memories of the night flooded my mind. As I looked around our bedroom with everything still in its place, the thought flashed through my mind-had it ALL been just a sweet, fantastic dream?

Sweet Dream



This is my first erotic story. All of the characters are fictional and from my imagination. I hope that you enjoy it.

The bell rang. It was 7:55 on a Friday morning. Today, was the last day before Christmas break. Several students came into class, some had their cell phones to their ears while others were walking in with a cup of hot coffee in their hands. Mr. Cuevas was at the head of the class waiting patiently for his students.

“Alright guys, settle down,” he said.

“Hey, Mr. C. are you coming to the game?” asked Mitch. “I gonna sack a buncha fuckers from Cordova High tonight. It‘s gonna be awesome!”

“Of course, but watch your language. This is a classroom, not your house,” joked Mr. Cuevas.

Mitch gave him the thumbs up. He, along with his crew moved to the back row. Mitch was a big guy. Six foot tall, about 220 pounds of muscle. A brick wall when it came to playing football.

The class got to their seats. Mr. Cuevas did his roll call.

“Has anyone seen. Sara?” asked Cuevas. Just then the door opened and a cool breeze entered the room. A white, geeky looking girl wearing a long black dress and a white blouse came in.

“Sorry, I’m late, Mr. Cuevas.”

“This is starting to become a habit. Try to be here on time, Sara.”

Sara pulled her brown hair behind her ear and adjusted her black frame glasses.

“Yes, sir.” she said.

Then another morning ritual began. “Grandma in the hoooouse!” “geek” ”four-eyes!” “2X4!” several of the students yelled.

“What are you hiding under your long dress, Sara?” teased one of the cheerleaders.

“SHE PROBABLY WEARS GRANNY PANTIES!!” yelled out Mitch. The class broke out in laughter. Poor, Sara, her face got red with anger.

“Alright, that’s enough!” yelled out Cuevas. “The next person to make those types of comments in this class will be suspended. I don’t care who you are or what your popularity is, next time you’re suspended.”

The class stopped laughing and went back to their conversations, still amused with what they had done.

Sara thanked Cuevas and went to her seat and put her head down. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears away with a Kleenex. She hated everyone in this class, everyone but Cuevas. He was her favorite teacher. It was unfortunate that all of his other classes were full. This class had almost all of the “popular” kids. Sexy cheerleaders and hot jocks, you name them and they were here.

Sara could still hear everyone talking in the background. The bell rang, everyone starting reaching for their backpacks and purses. The whole class was out the door. The only ones left in the classroom were Cuevas and Sara. 

“Sara, can I help you with something?” he asked. 

“No, I’m fine, Mr. Cuevas.” 

He slowly turned around and walked to his oak desk. Sara loved the shape of his body. He was built like the Statue of David. His face, Sara could stare at his face forever. Strong square jaw, cheekbones and when he smiled, oh those dimples drove her crazy. She felt her heart begin to race.

“Sara, don’t you have a class to go to?” 

“No, my next class is in an hour. You don’t mind if I stay here for a while, do you?” she asked.

“Nope, it’s fine with me,” he said while working on his laptop. Sara knew that his next class began in two hours. It was weird, she thought, that every time she started thinking about, Mr. Cuevas she would automatically fantasize about having his cock inside her. She felt that he was the one. Sara loved this man. What’s not to love about him. He’s a gentleman, any girl would be lucky to have him.

Sara walked over to his desk and asked what he was doing.

“I’m working on my resume. Come this June, I’m gonna be laid off.” he said.

This made Sara tear up. “What’s wrong,” “You’re leaving. You’re not coming back next year?”

“Well, not because I want to. Budgets, you know. A lot of vocational teachers are being let go.” he said. Sara wrapped her arms tightly around him. Cuevas could smell the sweet strawberry fragrance of her hair. He placed his arms around her small waist, try to comfort her. What happened next was not what he expected. Sara leaned back and gave him a small kiss in the corner of his lips. Cuevas could feel his cock stiffening up. This geeky girl wearing black-framed glasses and a long dress was making him REAL hard. 

Sara could feel his hard dick pressed against her petite body. However, she would be happier if his dick was in her mouth. Or better yet, in her virginal pussy. Cuevas didn’t back away. He let her kiss him. He felt her tongue penetrating his lips. Sara massaged her tongue against his. Cuevas could feel her warm breath from her nose tickle his upper lip.

Sara stepped back and sat on his large desk. Cuevas leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. He quickly moved his laptop onto one of the students desk. Sara laid down on his desk. He moved next to her and placed her head under his arm. Cuevas placed his other hand on her stomach over her white buttoned blouse.

Sara could feel his hand moving down from her stomach. She suddenly felt his warm fingers under her panties. She began to moan slowly.

“Oh, that feels good.” she said. Cuevas moved his hand further down, until he could feel Sara’s wet pussy. He gently rubbed her pussy. Sara’s moaning was making him so hard, he thought his dick was going to brake. Damn, he thought, he should have worn looser pants. 

Sara sat up, and unzipped Cuevas’ pants. She pulled his cock out of his boxers. Wow, she had never seen a dick this big. She thought that they were only in movies. 

“I’ve never done this before. I’m still a virgin.” she mentioned.

“That’s okay. We can go at your pace.” Cuevas wasn’t all that shocked to learn that Sara was still a virgin. The majority of the student body was too busy making her feel like crap instead of seeing the person she really was. Sara kissed the tip of his dick. Cuevas watched on as she placed his cock in her small mouth. Sara would roll her tongue all around his big, throbbing dick. Pleasing it and teasing it. Cuevas, began to moan Sara’s name. He had never moaned a woman’s name before during a blow job. This was new to him. He could usually last for hours. However, now he was fighting it. She was that good. 

“Damn, Sara. You’re so good.”

She could feel his cock going deep inside her throat. Sara’s mouth was stretched wide open. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. She could feel his veins as it slid out of her lips.

She laid back down on his desk. Cuevas began to unbutton her white blouse. Sara exposed her small breasts. He began kissing one of her tits and caressing the other. Sara’s skin tasted like coconut. 

“Fuck me, I want to feel your lips around my small pussy,” she said. Cuevas slowly moved down her stomach. Sara slightly lifted her lower body. He slipped her long dress off. It revealed black panties. They were damp with Sara’s pussy juice. Cuevas slipped her panties off and dropped them on the floor. Sara bent her knees and began to feel his tongue around her pussy. It felt so good. He spread her lips real wide and began licking her clit. 

“Yeah, yeah. Make me yours. Make into a real woman” Sara moaned while breathing heavily. Cuevas slowly penetrated his index and middle finger into Sara’s pussy.

“Yes, yes! Keep doing that! That feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, yes!” she began to yell. Cuevas slipped his fingers out and put them in his mouth. Sara’s pussy tasted sooooo good. Best tasting pussy he had ever had. He then placed his throbbing cock on top of her wet pussy. 

“Put it in! I want to feel you inside me! Make me yours, my love,” 

Cuevas slowly pushed his dick into her small wet pussy. 

“Fuck yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh, mmm, mmm. You feel soooo good inside,” he said.

“I was saving myself for you. I knew one day you would fuck me, fuck me real good! Yes! Yes!” she yelled out. Sara flipped on her stomach. She could feel him coming in from behind. Cuevas began thrusting his cock back and forth, in and out, in and out an a repeated rhythm. 

Sara was already five minutes late for her next class, but she didn’t care. She was being fucked very well by the man she loved. She didn’t want this to end. She was enjoying herself very much. Cuevas laid on the table full of sweat. His cock pointed straight up. Sara bent her knees and guided his cock into her insatiable pussy. She bounced up and down repeatedly. Her small tits kept with the rhythm of her body. 

“Keep going. Oh shit, I’m coming. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK YEAH. Fuck yeah. That felt good.” yelled Sara. She got off his dick and starting sucking it again. A few seconds later, Cuevas could feel it. Five loads of cum. Right in Sara’s mouth. She didn’t bother stopping, she kept going. His juice was rolling down the side of her mouth. Sara looked so cute with her glasses on and with his rigid dick in her mouth. 

Suddenly time seemed to slow down. The bell rang. It didn’t seem to stop.

“Hey, Sara. Wake up. Class is over.” Cuevas said.

Sara raised her head as the last student left the class. “I thought Mitch was the only one who slept through class.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Cuevas. I didn’t mean to,” she said shamefully.

“You better get to class, you’re gonna be late.”

“My next class starts in an hour. Can I stay here for awhile?” asked Sara.

“Sure, my next class starts in an two hours,”

Sara thought that it was time to make her dreams real.

THE END



Sweet Dream



This story is about a dream I had. I've been chatting with a beautiful woman online and she made her way into my dreams. Hopefully, I'll make my way into her soon!

So, I was at a local fair this weekend and had a long day filled with a little too much beer. I was completely spent by the time I hit bed around 1:00am and somewhere in the middle of the night, I had a dream about you.

So, in the dream... I'm at the fair with some friends. I walk right past you and we look at each other like we're trying to figure out if we really recognize each other from the pictures we e-mailed. I look back over my shoulder after you walk by and you look back and wink.

So the rest of the time I'm looking for you, hoping to see you again. I tell my friends that I'm going to get another beer so I have an excuse to look for you. I'm walking around when I suddenly get yanked by the arm and pulled behind a big tent.

You turn me around and look up into my eyes without blinking. Then you grab me by the back of my neck and pull me down to kiss you. It's an amazing kiss and we're having trouble breathing within seconds!

Our hands are all over each other and I'm loving the soft curves of your body. Whatever fears you had about the shape you're in were completely unfounded!

I start to slide my hand under your shirt and feel the soft skin of your stomach. You push me away by my chest and say, "Not here."

I'm so turned on, I don't want to stop. You lean in and whisper in my ear, "I have a hotel in town tonight. Let's go." And you turn and walk out from behind the tent.

So, through the awesomeness of dreams, the next thing I know... I'm walking down the hall of a hotel room and knock on your door. The door opens in front of me but you're behind the door where I can't see you.

As soon as I step inside, you slam the door shut behind me and there you are... standing completely naked with a wicked smile on your face!

My heart is pounding and I'm ready for you right then and there. You reach behind your back and click the deadbolt locked.

You walk up to me and kiss me hard... just like behind the tent. But this time, it's your hands that are under my shirt.

You're pulling me close to you and I know you can feel how turned on I am. We're both breathing in gasps and clawing at each other when you start bunching my shirt up, lifting it off of me. I don't want to stop kissing you and reluctantly release your tongue long enough to get my shirt over my head.

We're immediately back to our passionate kiss but you don't stay with my lips for long. You start kissing and licking your way down my neck and chest until you're kneeling in front of me.

You're kissing my stomach while you frantically undo the buckle of my belt and open my pants. I have your hair in my hands, not wanting to miss a minute of this amazing sight... There you are, naked... on your knees in front of me... reaching into my pants!

You reach down in my pants and wrap your hand around me. You slowly pull me out and tug my pants down a few inches. You lick your lips and I hear, "Mmmmm!"

You look up at me as you extend your tongue to lick my tip. I expect you to tease me considering the grin on your face but instead, you take a mouthful of my dick and suck hard! I throw my head back and almost lose my footing when I feel the sudden warmth of your mouth.

I look back down and your head is bobbing up and down on my cock... your hand twisting up and down my shaft just ahead of your lips as you take as much as you can on each stroke.

Your other hand is fondling my balls but I notice you take it away to massage your own tits and play with your nipples... rubbing your palm over them until they're standing out straight and hard.

I realize I still have my hands in your hair and I'm guiding your head up and down my dick. You're moaning and slurping and I'm wet with your saliva. Your mouth feels amazing and I want nothing more than for you to swallow my cum.

But you pull your mouth off of me with a loud 'pop' and stand up... your hand still wrapped around my dick. You kiss me again and pull me against you. Our bare chests rub together and I feel your nipples begging for attention.

You whisper in my ear again... "Is this where you want to be?" And then you guide me between your legs and I can feel how wet you are.

"Oh, God, YES! That's EXACTLY where I want to be!"

Then you lean back and smile that mischievous smile and say, "Then you have to earn it!"

You push my chest hard and I stumble backwards. My pants are still hanging around my legs and I fall back onto the bed. You walk over and pull my pants off. Then you crawl up me, straddling my body like you're stalking prey.

You linger over my cock and let your wet pussy slit slide up my shaft. My dick jumps at the feel of your lips and I cock my hips to enter you. But you pull away and keep crawling up until you're straddling my chest.

I'm lying on my back, looking up at your amazing chest and you still have that trouble-making smile on your face.

You laugh a little under your breath and say, "Earn it." Then you straddle my face and your sweet pussy fills my view.

You're hovering just inches above my face and I can smell your sex. You have a leg over each of my shoulders and I reach up behind you to cup your ass in my hands. You're holding your tits and staring down at me, rubbing and twisting your nipples as your hips start to sway... dancing your pussy in my face.

I steady you with my hands on your ass and lift my head to get closer. I run the tip of my tongue the entire length of your pussy lips, from bottom to top... slowly. You bite your lip and try not to whimper.

You didn't tease me, so I don't tease you. I flatten my tongue and lick your lips up and down, adding to your already-increasing wetness. I stop when I feel your clit, swollen and ready, peeking out at me. My tongue swirls around it and licks it gently... playful little licks and flicks of the tongue.

I can feel your ass clenching and hear your breath catching in your throat. Your hips are dropping so I don't have to raise my head anymore.

I play with your delicious little clit but I want more. My tongue slips inside you and I taste your sweet juices... feel them running down my chin.

You're riding my face now... massaging your tits hard and moaning loudly. My hands are off of your ass... one reaching up to help you tease your nipple... the other reaching around to rub my thumb over your sensitive clit.

You're grinding down on my mouth and I'm fucking you with my tongue when I feel you tense and you hold your breath. You spasm on top of me as you orgasm! I can feel and taste you cumming!

I keep licking you and swirling your clit... letting you ride through the climax. Then you slowly relax and I switch to gentle kisses and lightly nibbling your lips while you catch your breath.

You sit back and I wipe my mouth... loving that I made you cum. Now I'm sharing your wicked smile and ask, "Have I earned it yet?"

You laugh a little and say two words... "More. Now." With that, you start back your way down my body and drop your head down to kiss me.

Your hair frames your face nicely as you bend down and kiss me hard. You have one hand holding yourself up and the other reaches down to feel that I'm still hard for you. You're not disappointed and position your hips above mine... craving the feeling of me inside you.

You don't break our kiss as you start guiding my tip up and down along your slit. My head is swollen and sensitive and you're driving me crazy!

Then you drop your weight just enough to let the head of my dick slip inside you. It's tight at first but then your pussy takes it in and you hold it there... loving the feeling.

Our kisses are hungry and intense and we're both tired of waiting so you let go of my dick, brace yourself with both hands and drop down suddenly... taking my entire length in one stroke.

You break our kiss with a loud, "Ooooh!" and flatten your body on top of mine. I can feel you clench down on my cock. You're already breathing heavily in my ear.

Then you start rocking back and forth slowly. You aren't even riding up and down on the shaft yet... just grinding your clit against me and feeling my cock deep inside you.

My hands are all over your body... squeezing your ass... grabbing your tits... pulling you hard against me.

I'm kissing and licking your neck... nibbling your collar bone while you grind on my dick.

Then you lean back. You put your hands behind you on my ankles and keep grinding. I can feel your ass squeezing my balls and my dick swells inside you.

I sit up and take your tits in my mouth... licking your nipples... nibbling them... then sucking hard.

I lay back down and get a good grip on your hips... guiding you back and forth on my cock.

We work into a good rhythm and you start sliding up and down my shaft. You pull up until just my head is inside you and then slide all the way back down to grind against me... loving my swollen head rubbing your g-spot.

Our moaning is getting louder and louder... we're panting and sweating.

I notice your legs starting to shake and you're picking up the pace. I pull you back down to kiss me and we start fucking harder... and fucking faster... until you're slamming into me... taking my entire dick deep... bouncing your tits in my face.

You look square into my eyes and your mouth is held in a soundless "Oh". I know you're close and I'm ready.

I grab your hip hard with one hand and continue slamming you into me... the other hand comes up behind you to tug on your hair... not enough to hurt, but enough to pull your head back while I suck on your nipples.

You look down at me again... "I'm going to cum!" "I'm cumming!!!" And you clamp down on my dick HARD!

I raise my knees behind you and pound you hard and deep... extending your orgasm and making you whimper between breaths.

I can feel the pressure in my balls and my cock swells... I know I'm going to cum deep inside you...

And then I wake up.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!



Sweet Dreams



You seem wound up tonight. I'm sure if I ask you the reason given will be deprivation of me. I understand the feeling. As if talking to you on the phone wasn't bad enough. Now I can see you, all of you . . . and we both know you don't like to stay clothed for long. Just hearing your voice does something to me I can't quite explain. It's like my body resonates to your call. 

Sitting and talking to you gets me so wound up I end up biting myself. It's an instinctual thing. The need to release somehow, anyway I can. The bruises can attest to just how badly I miss you, all of you. Nothing easily hidden or explained either. Eventually after you teasing my by stripping I get convinced to return the favor. It seems perfect, my roommate is home for the weekend, I have nowhere to be, and we are both incredibly horny. 

I maneuver the camera to see my entire bathroom door. I feel foolish stripping for someone who is not in the room with me. But a promise is a promise; especially to someone I love so dearly. I finally get up enough courage to at least get out of my chair; still not sure I can really do this. I walk to in front of the door, hoping you can see well enough. I guess you can, because you are sitting very still, and not telling me you can't. I take a deep breath, as my pulse is pounding, and I am still a bit light headed from the vodka, just enough to hang onto and get through this. I grasp the bottom of my tank top and wait a second before slowly, and hopefully sexily, pulling it over my head. I'm not wearing a bra, so my breasts are in full view now. 

They are probably getting all tight around my nipples form the sudden rush of cooler air hitting them, but I can't stop to luxuriate in that now. I slowly slip my fingers underneath the elastic waistband of my track pants. I slowly slide them closer to my ass, which isn't far since they sit low. I mush them over the edge of my ass and down my legs. I kick them off from around my ankles and feet, knowing if I bend over to get them, I might loose my courage. I am now standing in front of you in just a pair of panties. Plain white, but micro fiber thin, and they make me feel like I might as well be totally naked. Going with that feeling, I slide them down my body and let them glide to my feet, and kick them off as well. I am almost sure you would tell me to turn around or move or something if you were here, but you are not, so instead I wait a bit then come sit down. 

You fuss a bit and make me move my camera so that you can see as much of me as my desk height will allow, stopping just short of my waist. I know what you really want to see is just below there, but you will just have to wait a few more days to get a view of your lollipop. After a while you try to get me to allow you to "help" me out, because you can see that I am very frustrated sexually. I am sitting on my chair dripping with need. I feel like a bitch in heat I want you so bad. I am not sure if it would change things to have you here in real life, but on camera I just can't conceive of masturbating. I feel like I'm putting on a show, and I know you would be upset if you lost your view in the middle, though you would understand my enthusiasm. After a while you let me go, since you must be up to work in the morning, vowing that your mind will be moving my hands tonight. I doubt it not, since thoughts of you will if your hands don't.

I climb into bed naked, since I have no reason to wear anything. No one to see me, just your in my thoughts. Besides I would just be taking them off anyway. 

I lie back on top of my covers and turn the radio on. Jon Mayer is playing. . . . "and your bubble gum tongue." I'd like to have yours here right now. I begin to run my hands up and down my ribs, lightly, just the fingertips, as if a feather or ghost of you is touching me. As I begin to bet chills down my spine I begin to lightly rake the sides of my breast with my nails, leaving faint red lines that could turn into marks if I get carried away.

I imagine you are here with me. Looking at me with your smoldering gaze. I get wetter just thinking about it. As if I needed to be. I wet my finger in my mouth, and begin to circle my left nipple with it, thinking about you using your tongue, slowly, painfully teasing me, just beyond the edge, then darting in and squeezing it between your teeth. I reflect on what a dichotomy this is, this combination of soft and hard. Soft on the sides, hard enough to leave bruises on my nipples. No wonder I am so torn between being good and bad, my own body has two sides to its wants. I move on to the other nipple, all the while continuing to play with the first. They are so hard it hurts. I imagine what your next move would be.

I draw one of my fingers down between my breasts, down to my belly button, past my waist, to my shaking thighs. I run my hand from my knees up to the apex of my thighs and back down. Over and over, feather light, just as you have done so many times now. Driving myself to shake even more. My other hand grasps the sheets, holding on to reality as I am swept away but my feelings. I begin to get closer to the dripping center that seeks attention. I draw my nail along the outer lips, slowly tormenting myself with the feeling. I bring my finger up to the top, and outlining the upper edge, just surrounding my clit. I slowly draw back my outer layer, and once again am hit with a cool rush of air. It makes me arch my back it feels so good, cooling down my feverish body. I can see you down the length of my body, mouth poised, looking at me expectantly. 

Then you lower your mouth, and I touch my clit ever so gently, my finger covered in the juice dripping from me. My body begins to shake, and then convulses a second later as my orgasm hits me. It is so strong my feet flex, and I momentarily forget you are not really there, reaching for you and only finding air. As I recover I slowly move my fingers lower, brushing the area around my clit gently. I slowly slide one inside, being careful to not scratch myself. I am immediately amazed by how wet I am. My entire body is still shivering slightly as I begin to move in and out of myself. Every once and awhile I move back up and brush over my clit, but mostly I just keep a steady rhythm. In out in out.

Eventually I can feel my entire body start to flush. I begin to move faster, inout inout inout. With my other hand I begin to lightly brush my clit, allowing the feeling of tension to build to a delicious height before I really began to rub it. Soon I felt as if my head would pop off if I didn't finish, my back arching off the bead, my breath rushing in and out of my body, and my mind straining, yearning for you. A moment longer and then my entire frame went rigid, feet flexing, head arching back, arms straightening. I may have even blacked out for a second or two. I wouldn't doubt it. 

As I slowly came back down, I gently stroked my clit, making my legs quiver just a little bit. Once my breathing returned to normal, I got up and grabbed a pair of PJ shorts from the bottom drawer and a tank top and put them on. I then cracked my window a bit to help me cool off and climbed under the covers. I pulled my teddy bear toward me, and snuggled into him, imagining you holding me in your arms after we have made love once again. Slowly I slip off into sleep, still feeling your breath against the back of my neck, but I couldn't could I? Unless you are thinking the same thing, and then I am asleep.



Sweet Dreams



The rustic cabin was perched upon the cliffs over looking the thunderous waves thrusting themselves onto the rocks below as we quietly slept. A glorious Sunday morning was about to begin. I awoke to the early light of a red, purple and orange sunrise emerging slowly from the deep blue sea. It’s warmth beginning to invade our tranquil bed. My lover was sleeping soundly, peacefully, and beautifully as I quietly slipped from our bed. She was so very beautiful, like sleeping beauty under a peaceful spell. 

I made my way into the kitchen and quietly heated the bottle of baby oil making sure to stop the microwave before the cycle ended to avoid the sounding timer bell. I poured a few drops upon my skin to be assured that it was just warm enough to be comfortable. Testing it, as you would milk after warming it for a baby, after all she was “my baby”

After stealthily entering our bedchamber, careful not to awake my precious sleeping beauty, I lit 4 candles and our favorite incense (jasmine). I very slowly slipped back into our bed again very, very carefully across the satin sheets as not to awake my love. I softly slid up against her as she was sleeping on her side. We were in the spooning position, which was normal as we enjoyed the closeness as we cuddled each night, falling off to sleep with me cradling her in my arms. 

After I was confident she was still in a deep sleep and her body accustomed to the feel and warmth of my nude body against hers, the melding of our flesh together, I reached for the warm bottle of oil I had placed under my pillow. I poured a warm puddle into the palm of my hand and sat the bottle on the lower shelf of the headboard, next to one of the candles now softly illuminating the room .I wanted to keep it in easy reach for I knew I would use it all this glorious morning. 

I held my hand over her hip and slowly let the warm oil pour down onto to her sweet, soft flesh. I softly placed my open but trembling with anticipation hand down, feeling both the slippery warm oil and the smoothness on her skin. I knew I must be very, very patient in bringing us both to not only the place I wished us both to be but also for the level of our desires to be at it’s highest when we arrived there together as one. I began to very slowly message and spread it over her hip getting her sleeping body used to its warmth. And also used to my massaging touch as not to awake her. I poured more oil onto and thru my fingers so it would seep thru to her flesh but not taking the chance of waking her.

This summer was warm and we had fallen asleep after making passionate love only lying on the satin sheets the night before. This allowed me to see the glistening of the oil that covered her hip and inner thighs, reflecting the candles soft glow in the darkness. 

As I massaged my way down between her legs softly, very patiently I reached the Edges of her beautiful pussy and poured more sensuous warm oil onto my fingers. The oils warmth spilled over them and onto her sweet shaven pussy making it even smoother.

With my other hand now I spread oil all over my now so very hard cock and all over my stomach, hips and legs. Feeling it’s warmth upon my cock, so very slippery as I touched myself I could hardly keep back my moans of pleasure knowing what lie ahead. As I messaged the oil over her sweet pussy and the flat off her stomach I could sense she was entering a very pleasurable dream as her body began to involuntarily but only Slightly react to my touch. Her breathing was deep and racing from excitement. As my fingers easily slid into her now wet and well-oiled pussy I heard faint moans of pleasure escaping her parted so very kissable lips. Though she still was sleeping soundly it was obvious she was immersed in the pleasures of a very erotic dream as her moans and body movements betrayed this fact along with her pussy now being so very wet. As I slid a well-oiled finger into her ass, my other hand was sliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy. As I could feel her pleasure increasing I increased both the force and speed of my hand fucking her sweet pussy as well as my now two fingers in her ass. I wondered of her dream but only for a moment as my own lust to fuck her, taste her and smell her womanhood was overwhelming me. I could smell her now hot, dripping pussy in the warm morning air, which fueled my desires beyond control. But the timing was perfect, at the point I could not control myself any longer, when my lust overwhelmed my patience, I began to feel what I had been waiting for. The beginning of her pussy contracting from her orgasms. I knew in her dream she was being fucked unmercifully, her uncontrollable orgasms had begun.

As I quickly replaced my hand in her pussy with my now painfully hard cock, I felt the convulsing of her pussy gripping it tightly. I timed my thrusts with this convulsing. Fucking her harder and harder with each thrust knowing it was now time for my lover to awake. She let out a moan of shear pleasure as she awoke, realizing that her wonderfully erotic dream had become a reality. She did not turn to look, only just reaching behind herself to pull me into her even deeper. Her nails penetrating my flesh. She could not control the need to pull me into her. She cried out “Fuck me hard baby, please fuck me as hard as you can, I need you my love” I turned her onto her stomach closing her legs as I straddled her. I could feel her convulsing pussy grasping, milking my cock even more firmly now, as well as knowing I could drive deeper and harder into her this way. I fucked her like never before driving her into the bed. I leaned forward and rocked my body back and forth while lifting her head off the bed by her hair. Riding her hard, unforgiving, like riding a wild thoroughbred through the fires of hell.

But this was so very much closer to heaven.



The oil causing her ass cheeks to spread so my rocking motion drove my cock in deeper and deeper as my well-oiled body slid between and over her ass. I parted

Her trembling legs with my knee and turned her onto her side. Lifting one of her legs up and placing it over my shoulder I exposed her sweet, dripping wet, hot pussy.

My cock glistening from her wetness spread over its hard length. As I started to fuck her sweet cunt I told her to curl into a fetal position so she could watch how I was going to fuck her harder and deeper than she had ever been fucked before.

She did as I commanded though willingly. As I spread her open farther than it seemed possible I lifted her ass up with both hands now grasping the cheeks of her ass. I slid the index fingers of both hands into her asshole to give myself a better grip on her well-oiled ass. She let out a pure cry of pleasure as my fingers entered her ass timed with the first very hard stroke of my cock into her sweet cunt. As I began to pound my cock into her unmercifully again I said “watch my cock fucking your hot, wet pussy, watch how deep and hard I’m going to fuck you,” She cried out “yes, fuck me hard, please fuck me hard baby” and at that reached out grasping and squeezing my balls while I fucked her harder than ever before. She slid her hand up enough so that as my cock backed out of her with each stroke it slid through her grasping hand. Each stroke spreading her pussy juices over her hand which she began rubbing onto my balls while messaging them very firmly. Her pussy squirting her wetness out as her orgasms continued unbelievably strong like just one intense wave of pleasure. This wonderful wetness did not go to waste as she collected it with her fingers spreading it over my lips, face and sliding her fingers into my mouth feeding me her sweet nectar. She to tasted of this wonderful product of our passion and lust as well. The taste of her and the smell of her sweet pussy on my face excited me even more as I knew I could not hold out any longer. My love somehow sensed this and suddenly grabbed me pushing me off of not only her but also the edge of the bed. But she still grasped my cock in her hand firmly.

As she rolled onto her back and dropped her head over the edge of the bed she demanded, “You tasted me, felt me cum, now it’s my turn”

She pulled my cock into her mouth and began sucking, milking it as if she would suck all the cum from the depths of my balls. This would not be necessary as I exploded over her tongue and into her mouth. She now sucked even harder, again grasping my ass but as I had earlier she had slid two well-oiled fingers into my ass just as I began to cum. My fingers were deep in her pussy and feverishly rubbing her clit as we both came hard, and unbelievably intense. Even after sucking every drop of cum out of me she continued to suck, lick, kiss and clean my cock of both her sweet nectar and my cum, removing every trace of our wonderful love making.

Looking up briefly and slightly smiling she whispered, “Mmmm, now were even”

I enjoyed the same pleasure as well as giving it by leaning over and licking every bit of wetness from between her legs and her open pussy. Plunging my tongue deep into her lapping up every sweet drop. Kissing and licking her clean. Sucking and licking her so sensitive and swollen clit. Causing her to twitch from the slightest touch from my tongue and lips. Her senses were so heightened that just blowing my hot breath across her clit caused her to involuntarily arch her back and moan out in shear delight. I loved getting her to this point and tenderly nibbling on her clit, watching her squirm, begging me to stop, as she could take no more. Though I just love teasing her I mercifully returned to the pleasures of tasting, smelling, tenderly touching and cleaning this precious woman who I love so very, very much. Rolling her over onto her stomach I began to clean her sweet ass by spreading her legs and ass cheeks open and licking her sensuously everywhere. Licking at the smoothness of her ass cheeks teasingly down to her puckered little asshole. Letting my tongue slide slowly in and out of her ass while telling her how beautiful all of her is to me. Telling her how I love all of her. Telling her that I will love and devote my life to her through all eternity.

Continuing to pleasure and clean my love, I Slid my tongue from deep inside her still so very hot pussy, through the length of her parted pussy lips up to sliding into her ass. Licking and kissing every bit of her sweet ass cheeks. Sucking on the softness of her ass, loving its touch against my lips, my cheeks, my entire face.

As she turned over I began to kiss the softness of her flat stomach. Licking and probing her sweet little bellybutton. Finding my way to her supple breasts, I took each swollen with excitement nipple into my mouth. Sucking on them while kneading them with both hands firmly but tenderly. Licking and kissing their entire soft beauty. Her soft, smooth flesh felt so comforting against my cheeks, my lips and to the delicate touch of my tongue. As I slid my body up the length of hers, Feeling the touch of her flesh against mine I knew this is where we belong. Together, content deeply in love, forever. Kissing her neck softly, nibbling at the lobes of her ears, Softly whispering how very much I love and adore her. The touch of her cheek against mine, The softness of her lips brushing against mine. Sharing the sweetness of a long so very deep passionate kiss.

Knowing our love for each other is unconditional and forever.

Then the look of pure contentment, devotion and bliss in her eyes as I whispered Softly with a slight smile on my face while looking directly into her eyes, saying

“Good morning my love, Sweet Dreams?”…BWL 



Sweet Dreams



She wasn't sure what had startled her but suddenly she knew she wasn't alone. The room is dark and the air around her seemed to vibrate with an erotic charge. There was a faint odor of well-fucked pussy and since it had been several days since her last encounter she knew that it didn't come from her. 

Suddenly, her hands were roughly grabbed and placed over her head. "What is going on? "She thought. "Who could be doing this to her? " She felt the hand cuffs being put on her wrists and her arms are pulled over her head and secured to the headboard. A blindfold is placed over her eyes and she hears a sultry voice whisper to her, "Now you are mine. He gave you to me for being a good girl and I'm going to do to you all the wonderful things he's done to me tonight. You will have no voice in the matter. You will submit."

`With that said a gag is put in her mouth. She knew that her husband had been having an affair for the last few months, but she hadn't thought that he would bring it home to their bed. What was she going to do? Could she figure out a way to escape from this woman?

She tested to bond that held her immobile. They seemed secure and she knew from experience that the headboard was solid and unbreakable.

She felt soft gentle hands stroking her hair back from her face. At the same time there was a rougher hand on her breast, stroking circles around her nipples, making them bud hard. The hand that had been stroking her hair moved down the side of her face and neck, sending shivers down to her pussy. The touch was so gentle. When had been the last time he had touched her like that? It seemed like forever, she decided to give herself up to the sensations and enjoy what was to come.

Hands continued to stroke her, one set on her shoulders and breasts. The other moving down over her stomach and hips, the feelings tantalizing and gentle. She could feel her pussy juices starting to flow, making her hot and wanting. She was just starting to get into the incredible feelings coursing through her body when suddenly fingernails raked her breasts, leaving an trail of fire to her nipples. At the same time, two fingers plunged roughly into her pussy. She arched her back, trying to lessen the pressure of the fingers invading her. But to no avail. They were withdrawn slightly, only to be pushed in again, hard. The fingers in her pussy plunged in and out setting a rhythm that had her hips jumping off the bed. 

Suddenly, the fingers were withdrawn only to stroke from her clit to her rosebud with firm pressure. She was sopping wet and the juices were spread like cream all over her crotch. Her clit was engorged and throbbing. "Oh if only he would give it some of that stroking." she thought. But he only grazed it as he was smearing her juices. 

Then the two fingers were back in her pussy, to the hilt. On the next stroke she felt an intrusion in her asshole. A finger was also pushed into her ass. The feeling was painful and she lunged her hips off the bed, shaking her head "No."

The invasion continued. After several strokes the pain subsided and a feeling of pleasure replaced it. A thumb was placed on her clit and kept rhythm with the stroking in her pussy and ass. She wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. She could feel the fingers in her pussy hitting her G spot, taking her closer and closer to an orgasm.

The nails at her breasts were scratching upward to her nipples where they pinched and pulled. Then she felt a hot mouth on her right nipple, suckling hard and demanding. At the same time her left nipple was being pinched. Teeth clamped down on her nipple as a tongue rasped the sensitive nub. The pain and pleasure of it all sent shots of sexual current straight to her pussy. God, it hurt, but it hurt so good. She didn't want this but her body seemed to have a mind of it's own and she couldn't stop herself from responding. Between the teethe biting at her nipple and the fingers fucking her pussy and ass she was quickly reaching the point of coming when as suddenly as her body was attacked, it stopped.

"That's enough for now," the woman said. "We have so much more in store for you. We don't want you to come just yet." She was so close to coming. How could this be happening to her? What would happen next?

The weight shifted on the bed and she felt thighs on either side of her breasts, a set of heavy ball resting on her chest. The gag was removed, but before she could say anything in protest a large bulbous dickhead was placed in her mouth. The woman said, " If you do this right maybe we'll let you come. But don't even think about doing anything cute. I will not tolerate any disobedience from you. Make it good, or else."

Even though the position was uncomfortable for her she tried to suck in more of the large dick that was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head trying to get her lips wet so that it would slide into her mouth easier. She must be doing something right because the woman was stroking her pussy with long stroke, which felt wonderful after the emptiness she had been feeling. The man on her chest was starting to breath heavier and if possible, his dick grew larger. She had been able to suck in a goodly portion when he suddenly plunged into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. It didn't seem to bother him that she couldn't breath. He just kept fucking her mouth with long deep strokes. To add to it all he grabbed fistfuls of her hair so he could hold her in place. Finally her throat opened and she was able to take him without gagging.

At the same time the fingers stroking her pussy became more demanding, moving with a familiarity, as if they knew just where her favorite spots to touch were. The fire in her pussy matched the fire in her mouth. She knew that if this were kept up she would come so good. As the dick in her mouth moved with more insistence, the fingers on her pussy started to lightly stroke her clit.

"Oh yes." she thought. "Just keep doing what you're doing. I'm so close"

The dick in her mouth suddenly was thrust to the back of her throat and held there. It throbbed, spewing a load of come that almost choked her. At the same time her pussy exploded in pulses that left her drained and satisfied. As the feelings started to ebb, the dick was removed from her mouth and the man moved off her chest. She was barely aware of the handcuffs being removed.

"You did very well tonight. Rest and remember, if it can happen once, it can happen again. I'll be seeing you soon. You can count on it."

That was the last thing she heard as she drifted off to sleep. When she awoke much later she thought to herself "That was the most vivid dream I've ever had. I wonder where it came from? I don't usually have dreams like that."

As she rose from her bed, she glanced in the mirror. Down to the tips of her breasts were evenly space scratch mark, and a look of shock on her face.



Sweet Dreams



Libby glanced over her shoulder and felt the goosebumps growing on her arms. Panicked that she would lose sight of him again, she quickly made her way to the window where he stood in conversation with the party's host. She turned too quickly though and before she knew what had happened, a tray of appetizers was scattered at her feet. She opened her eyes to the cold gray morning and sighed. She was getting closer, but not close enough. The familiar aching sensation in her belly subsided and she rolled over to get a few more minutes of sleep before the alarm clock woke her for the day.

The dreams left her feeling anxious, empty and aroused all at once. She didn't know his name or why she was so attracted to him, but she knew that she had to find him. She had never known a desire for a man like this before. Just a glimpse of him made her knees weak and her panties wet with anticipatory lubrication. She had to have him inside of her. She ached to feel his excitement dancing within her. She knew that he was only in her dreams, but the sensations were so real. She woke to disappointment morning after morning, but vowed that she would catch him soon.

She heard the click of the alarm clock just before the music began blaring at her and she deftly reach across the bed to turn it off. Monday morning. Where had the weekend gone? She spent all day Saturday mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges and cleaning her house. Sunday was wasted watching television and finishing up some grading that she had postponed to the last possible minute. Now another lonely week stretched ahead of her. She rolled out of bed and lumbered out to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. The week would have to wait an hour for her to get started this morning.

Throughout the day, thoughts of her dream man played with her attention. A simple task of adding up her students' scores was suddenly bewildering. It took three attempts before she could correctly add all 20 numbers. Her mind kept drifting to that sensual place where only lovers go. Her nipples became erect, a silky sweat covered her body and she felt the warmth between her legs as her wet excitement increased. She was staring out the window in a sort of reverie until she realized that someone was talking. She caught her breath and spun her chair around to face one of her graduate students. Lauren was chatting away about something, probably her latest idea for an experiment, but Libby was totally unaware of what she was saying. "Focus, damn it, focus," she told herself. The student wasn't aware that her conversation was one-sided. She kept talking with excitement until Libby finally became more aware of her surroundings again. She tried to express interest and succeeded at least in satisfying her student's need for expression. Lauren left as quickly as she had appeared and Libby sighed in relief. "Tonight. It has to be tonight. I can't keep going like this." Lack of restful sleep night after night was taking its toll and soon she wouldn't be able to hide it.

Evening finally crept to her windows. Libby was anxious for sleep, but not for the restorative propertied that it might have. She longed to find that man. She needed to find him. Unfortunately, her anxiety about getting to sleep prevented just that. She couldn't take one the little pills her doctor had prescribed because they stopped her from dreaming. She just had to relax. Counting sheep was a waste of time. She tried progressive relaxation, starting with her toes. By the time she got to her arms, she was in a semi-lucid state and lost track of her surroundings. Soon she was spinning through a swarm of people. She was trying to run, but her legs were not moving normally. She felt like she was trying to run through molasses. She fell to her knees and began to cry. There was no way to catch him; she was too slow.

She felt two strong hands grip her shoulders and a large body hover over her, his chest just touching her shoulder blades. She raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and looked into his eyes. They were as blue as the Caribbean Ocean on a sunny day. His golden brown hair had flecks of red glimmering in the afternoon sun. His expression of concern faded into a knowing grin as her tears subsided. His hand was stretched before her to assist her in standing. The heaviness in her legs from just a moment ago was gone and she felt as light as the breeze. She stood to face him and they held hands, gazing at each other like old lovers. 

Without a word, she led him to her door. He opened it and scooped her into his arms. He looked past her eyes and into her heart as he enveloped her soft mouth in a lusting kiss with his own sensual lips. He carried her to the bedroom where he gently placed her on the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swore that she would never let him get away again. He caressed her face, arms and breasts, easing her back into the bed. She groaned with anticipation. She wanted this night to last forever. She unbuttoned his shirt and traced her fingers through the broad expanse of dark curly hair that was glistening with each play of the light. Her fingers found their way to his pants and she rolled him onto his back with her hands on his hips. She unzipped his pants and made her way to his swollen manhood. It was visibly thumping and engorged. He was hard as a rock, yet soft as suede. He moaned as she softly grabbed him and ran her hand down the length of him. He shuddered, closed his eyes, arched his neck and whispered "Wait…"

When he recovered momentarily, he rolled back onto his side and raised her sundress over her head and tossed it onto the floor. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her small but supple breasts stood erect and almost bursting to be touched. He gently rolled her onto her back once again and began nibbling at her nipples. His tongue circled each, then slowly meandered up her chest to her neck. Now she was arching her neck and back, with her breaths coming in short little gasps. He made his way to her mouth and his tongue traced the perimeter of her lips in the most sensual and exotic way. She was almost beside herself with desire for his penetration. She reached for him, but he arched away with a grin. He wasn't ready to enter her just yet. The touch of his tongue encircling her lips made her long for him to taste her amply flowing fluidity. She took his hand and guided him to the small nest of hair between her legs. She was wet and swollen. He traced the slippery soft folds and ran his fingers from her wetness down her inner thighs. Her pelvis was slowly rocking uncontrollably. She was totally and completely in his hands. 

With her eyes closed, she felt him slide down her body until his tongue was once again tracing her lips. She could hear his moans as she ran her hands through his hair and traced her fingers around his ears absently. He ran his tongue over her clit and it throbbed. His tongue flittered over it with quick and light strokes until she was almost seeing stars. Sensing her tenuous hold on reality, his tongue dove down into her vagina and the warm sensations threatened to make her lose control. Barely conscious, she felt his hips pushing her legs further apart. The wait was interminable. His hands gripped her hips and in one smooth motion he was inside of her. For a moment, the world stopped turning and only she and he existed. She was full of him and he was slowly rocking into her while sucking on her neck and breasts. She couldn't hold on any longer. The heavy aching surge overwhelmed her and they pounded each other furiously. They both began to moan. The waves of ecstasy lasted longer than she could have imagined. Slowly the room came back into focus. She was alone, and she was satisfied. She could now sleep peacefully.



Sweet Dreams



I was leaving my body and making my way to our cloud that's halfway between our beds, soaring over big cities that resembled pancaked Christmas trees and rural farming communities that looked like patches on a giant quilt. The moon was full and all the clouds radiated a soft white glow. I arrived to find you standing with your back to me on the opposite edge of our cloud, as if waiting my arrival and eagerly hoping to see me approach. I landed a few feet behind you and stealthily approached, the cloud yielding only soft puffs instead of sound with each footstep. I pushed you over the edge and you started to fall, unsure of what had happened. I dove down swiftly and caught you in my arms. 

"Got you." You started to open your mouth, no doubt to scold me for frightening you, but I silenced you with a kiss. Your muffled squeal of shock you let out in my mouth only to replaced by a soft, slightly drawn out moan. "Forgive me?" I asked. You nodded and flew out of my arms back towards our cloud. I pursued you through the bottom of the ethereal marshmellow. The cloud melted back together the hole we made as we landed in standing position, me behind you with my arms snaked around your waist. You turned to face me and we stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Our gazes did what can only be described as piercing our souls. I stroked your warm cheek and told you that I Love You. You said "I Love You Too Baby." You floated up to my waiting lips and kissed me deeply, gently nibbling on my bottom lip towards the end of it. You looked at me with a longing and bit your lip. 

"Watch this, baby." I said and flew off towards a large cloud looming over us. I weaved throughout the cloud and you had a confused look on your face as you wondered what I was doing. "Close your eyes, baby!" I shouted as I continued my movements through the cloud. You closed your eyes and smiled in anticipation. My work finished, I flew back and positioned myself behind you with my hands over your eyes. "Baby, you know better than anyone how impatient I am, lemme see lemme see!" You said. "Ok, baby, open those gorgeous eyes of yours." 

You let out a gasp followed by EEE! which always signals your excitement. Drawn with big gashes in the cloud, read "I Love You Kaci". You turned around quickly and tackled me down to the cloud, all the while your lips maintaining a firm hold on mine. "Now I'LL be right back, baby!" You said, flashing me a sneaky smile and darting off towards the same cloud, which now happened to be blocking out the light of the full moon. You floated just outside the cloud's grasp and with a wave of your arm, you had carved out a heart-shaped window for the moon to look down on us through. 

You zipped back into my arms nearly before I had time to smile at your makeshift spotlight. You and I lay on our sides facing each other. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes as the clouds drifted and the moon shone with approval. Your hands roamed over my chest and stomach while I held you closely by your hips. You leaned in towards me but when I closed my eyes to kiss you, you turned your head to the side so your mouth was close to my ear. I opened my eyes and was about to ask what was wrong but you read my mind and placed a fingertip to my lips and whispered softly, "Shh," you said, "don't speak, baby, just take me." 

Just those words and that soft, barely audible, purring nature of them, were enough to make my manhood rock hard. And hearing them was just the encouragement I needed to let you feel the effect you had on me by pulling your body even tighter to mine, gently applying more and more pressure on your groin through our clothes. You rewarded me with a soft moan and another one of those lip bites I find so sexy. I pulled you to me and rolled us over so that I was on top of you. I leaned down and my lips met yours. My kisses drifted to your neck. Little "mmm"s escaped your mouth as I sucked, kissed and nibbled at your collarbone and throat. I drew my head back up again, just looked at you and said, "You are so damn beautiful." I put my lips back to work with soft kisses on your shoulder as I slipped the shoulder strap of your shirt off down your arm. By this time your right hand was gripping my head towards your body and your left was scratching on the back of my shirt. I needed so badly to feel your nails dig into my back so I stopped to lift my shirt up and over my head and discarded it. I resumed giving your shoulder soft tender kisses and my left hand traveled from your hip to your stomach and crept up to your right breast. I could feel your hard nipple through the fabric of your shirt as I cupped and squeezed your beautiful globe of flesh. 

The whole time I was kissing and touching your body you had your eyes shut and your brow was furrowed in the pleasure I was giving you. You opened your eyes for an instant and saw that I had no shirt on and decided to follow my example. You gently pushed me back and once I realized what you were about to do I happily gave you room. I watched as you gripped under the shirt's bottom hem and tugged the clothing over your head. I nearly drooled as your breasts slightly clung to the fabric as it was lifted and bounced back into their natural position. I stole a moment just to look at your gorgeous breasts, whose nipples looked small compared to the whole. I could see you were aroused because those sweet pink little nubs were noticeably hard. I needed those nipples in my mouth right that second. 

I cupped your left breast and positioned your erect nipple in front of my lips before letting my tongue slide out to dance circles around the stub of juicy tissue. I blew on the now glistening wet nipple and you gasped in delight. I then wrapped my lips around the nipple and suckled on it like a nursing child before taking it between my teeth and gently nibbling on the little pink bud. Between "oh God"s and "yes"s you ordered me, "Harder, baby, mmm please." I bit down hard on the nipple and you arched your back in submission. 

While my mouth kept up its assault on your left nipple my hand was busy playing with your right one. My hand was kneading and squeezing your right breast producing gasps and purrs from you. I pinched and tweaked your nipple between the index finger and thumb of my left hand, often tugging and twisting it. 

I could tell you were getting to the point of wanting more than just your lovely breasts played with, and you confirmed this by opening your eyes and looking straight at me, panting, nodding in consent. Your nipple flipped back up erect as my mouth reluctantly left your breast and began its descent down your delicious body. I dotted your tummy with little kisses as I journeyed further down. I stopped momentarily at your cute belly button to lightly lick the tiny hole, sending shivers of pleasure up and down your spine. My hands slid up and down your jean-clad thighs while I scooted back and positioned myself so my head was hovering between your knees. My right hand rested on your left knee as your legs rested bent at the knee and spread. I slowly moved my hand up your thigh until it rested on your hip, then let it fall between your legs. I snaked my fingers up the length of the zipper, taking care to apply gently pressure on the treasure beneath the jeans. You gave a short whimper, which only served to encourage me more and make me harder. I flicked at the button above the jeans and it popped open. I knew you loved being teased so I took my time, loving the sound of the zipper's teeth as your panties beneath were unveiled.

I gripped the belt loops on your jeans and slowly pulled them off of you, taking care to kiss your legs as they came into view, inch by inch. At last you shed your pants and I tossed them aside. I lowered my lips to your knee and kissed it softly. I opened my mouth and gently bit on your knee. You squirmed, as if my teasing was torture for you, a source of both frustration and arousal. My fingers worked around the back of your knees, lightly caressing them as my teeth gently nibbled. Enough teasing, I decided, my baby needs release, I thought.

Next my hands worked their way down your naked thighs, and I placed them both on either sides of your body. I rested my fingers a moment on your hips before grasping the sides of your panties and tugging them up and over your kneecaps, and finally off the tips of your toes before discarding the soft, warm, article of clothing. Now you lay open to me completely. I could easily touch any part of your body with my lips. Your beautiful face. Your edible neck. Your soft shoulders. Your gorgeous breasts. Your warm tummy. Your firm thighs. Your itty-bitty toes. And of course that wet little pussy of yours that I longed to thrust myself into. But first, I would taste your sex lips and clitoris in my mouth.

I lay down on my stomach and chest and positioned my face mere inches above your aching, dripping pussy. I could resist no longer. I kissed your pussy lips as if they were the ones on your face, reveling in the wet smacking noises my lips made as I kissed your womanhood. I paid special attention to your clit, making the kisses I gave to its hood more of a sucking nature. I stopped a moment. I placed my middle and index finger of my right hand on either sides of your shaved slit, spread your pussy lips apart, and licked my lips, knowing I could never get enough of your juices. I ran my tongue slowly up the slit of your smooth wet little pussy, barely penetrating the pink folds as my tongue slid little by little up your sex. I placed my thumb just above the hood of your clit and lifted up its veil before grazing it with my tongue. I flicked at the pearl of flesh with my tongue and you gasped. I then took the middle finger of my left hand and inserted it into your pussy, turning it in a cork screwing motion so as to coat the finger with as much of your juices as possible. Your pussy was greedy for attention and clenched on the invading finger, which it reluctantly let go as I slid it back out of you. I felt cum seep out of the tip of my cock, witnessing that as I drew my finger out a copious string of your pussy juice had attached itself to the tip of my finger. What really stuck in my head was that the string of juice still hung out of your pussy to my finger. I had no clue I could make you this wet, and a devilish thought popped into my head.

I scooted up so that I lay on top of you, face to face, your naked chest against mine. You opened your eyes when you realized I was on top of you. I could see in your eyes how badly you wanted me to take you right then, to penetrate my warm thick cock deep into your smooth wet pussy. I wanted it too but I wanted more to take my time with you. I held my glistening finger up to your face before placing the tip of my finger against your lips. You opened your mouth to take in the finger, but instead I traced your mouth all the way around with my finger, coating your lips with your own delicious juice. I sucked the finger clean moments before plunging my lips down to meet yours, the both of us tasting your sweet cream. Our tongues clashed in each other's mouths and we both let out soft moans. 

I hesitated to break the kiss but there was more work for my tongue to do down below. I scooted back down your body until I was once again face-to-face, so to speak, with your pussy. From the wetness that had gathered there I guessed that your pussy missed me while I was away, and I was more than eager to make it up. This time I didn't hold back. I pointed my thick tongue and drove it straight into your pussy. I licked and sucked at your inner walls. I wiggled my tongue this way and that inside of you. I withdrew my tongue and started to dart it in and out, in and out, in quick jabs. I knew I couldn't neglect your sweet little clit so I held my tongue out of your long enough for me to pierce you with two fingers and apply the juices to your clit. My tongue resumed lashing at your pussy as my fingers assaulted your clitoris in fast, hard, long rubs. I used my thumbs and spread your pussy lips open wide to me, exposing your clit to the cool night air. I wrapped my lips around your tiny clitoris and sucked hard on it, often pinching it between my teeth and nibbling on it, producing those ecstatic noises from you I love so much. "Mmm, baby, I'm gonna cum, I want you inside me when I do." You said.

In record time my pants and boxers came off and were wildly thrown to the side. Your breathing had slowed down a little but I could tell you were still close. I knelt between your spread legs. You arched your back and raised your firm butt off the cloud, so that your beautiful pussy was being offered to me, mine for the taking. I took my thick cock into my hand and pulled back on the skin, unsheathing the throbbing, wet head of my manhood. I rubbed my cock against your pussy lips length wise, teasing you with it's warmth and smoothness. I took the head and rubbed the wet dripping tip against your sweet clitoris. You squirmed at this and lifted your pussy up higher, as if begging for my cock to penetrate you. The time had come.

My cock slipped easily into your wet pussy and we both let out loud moans. I lay down on top of you chest to chest, stomach to stomach, still keeping our bodies as one. I looked you straight in your eyes. I brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. We stopped moving, despite both being in need of release. I slowly lowered my face until our foreheads, both damp with perspiration, met. "I Love You." I said. You looked back at me, and in our gaze, our souls danced. "Oh, baby . . . I Love You Too." You said, nearly choked up. I placed my chin on your right shoulder as we took the other in our arms and held tightly. I started slowly thrusting myself deeper inside of you. You grasped my back and refused to let go. I rocked gradually harder and faster back in forth until our bodies moved together as one. One whole act of love and passion.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Deeper. There was no stopping us. Our act knew no bounds nor did our desire for one another. As the intensity of our love making grew so did that of our embrace on each other. We both knew the other was close. I grabbed your hands and pinned them down to the cloud with my own, continuing my rhythmic thrusts. At last I felt myself gush inside of you and you contracted hard on my throbbing manhood. We both grasped at the other's hand with the strength of a passion that lit up the night. Our cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the sky. Until tomorrow night. Same cloud. Our cloud. I shall meet you there again. Sweet dreams, my love.



Sweet Dreams



I had problems sleeping one night. I was lying in bed contemplating getting up or staying in bed, when I heard my bedroom door open. I looked over but didn’t sit up. There was a dim light coming from down the hall, and it silhouetted by roommate Tiffany. She softly called out my name, and I decided not to answer and see what she was up to. Maybe she was borrowing something or stealing money. I couldn’t be more wrong. She closed the door, which made the room almost pitch black and slowly walked over to my bed and gently sat down on the edge. She called my name again. When I didn’t answer she started rubbing my cock. To say that I was surprised is an understatement. Tiffany has never shown and interest in me sexually.

I always sleep in a pair of shorts, and soon she had them pulled down, my cock standing at attention. She grabbed it and started slowly licking the head. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Once she took my dick into her mouth I involuntarily let out a moan, which made her freeze. I had to think of something, before she got scared and fled. “Don’t stop.” I mumbled, “My roommate won’t be home for an other few hours.” A few minutes later she started again. She licked the shaft and ticked the head before deep throating it and licking my balls. I was in heaven. I don’t know how long she kept it up for, but before I knew it I was mumbling that I was going to come soon. She sucked faster and harder soon releasing my cum and she took every drop. Once she was done, she slid my shorts back up and left the room.

The next day, she acted as if nothing had happened. I told her that I had an incredible dream that I got the best blow job of my life and that I hoped to have another one where I actually got to fuck my dream girl. She looked at me suspiciously at first, but as I described some imaginary girl and that maybe I’d dream of a threesome as well, she seemed to relax.

I had taken to having naps in the afternoon, which would let me stay awake later to hopefully have another encounter. A few nights later she came in again. She did the same as before, but didn’t suck my dick for long. This time she stood up and took off her nightgown. I could barely see her outline, but I knew that she had fair size tits. She climbed on the bed, straddling my hips and slowly slid her pussy down my cock. I mumbled something about being gentle with her.

She ignored me and started pumping up and down, slowly at first, then working up a good pace. It felt great and I had to control the urge to grab her, flip her on her back and pound that pussy. After awhile she got off and lay down beside me and spooned, helping my cock back into her dripping cunt. “Fuck me.” She whispered. I started pumping slowly but then found my rhythm. I gently fondled her breasts as my cock slid in and out of that tight cunt. I found it hard to keep my eyes closed and pretend I was still asleep, but some how I managed. I mumbled that I was going to cum soon. I slid out of her as she got up off the bed. I thought that she was going to leave me hanging and head back to her room. I guess she was watching me sleep for a bit to see if I was waking up or not. I rolled over, mumbled something and stared at the wall, listening to see if she had left or not. After what seemed a long time, in which I almost fell asleep, she rolled me onto my back, got my cock hard again and climbed on. This time it seemed that she was going for broke. 

She rode me like a pro, I had to grab on to the sheets, so not to be tossed around like a rag doll under her. As I got closer to cumming I grabbed her ass and started pounding, matching her rhythm. I heard her trying to stifle a scream as she came, which set me off. She kept up her pace as I shot my load deep in side of her, which seemed to make her orgasm again. I knew if she didn’t stop soon that I would scream, as my dick was now very sensitive. She did finally stop and laid on me as my dick had its last few convulsions of sperm. 

After she left, I went to the on suite bathroom to clean up and wished that we could do that more often and when she knew that I was awake.



Sweet Dreams



Lukie…this morning was so much fun. At first I was a little taken aback, but once I told you everything that was on my mind, I felt much more comfortable. Obviously. And you…you bad boy, just don't stop do you? Trust me…that was a good thing this morning.

God, when you kept pushing my buttons, I had this inner turmoil going on inside my head. "Should I just say no, but thanks and ignore how hot I am? Or should I just give in?"

You got me so wet. Wet, wet, wet…the word is an injustice to what you made happen between my legs. While we were talking, my mind was going on uncontrollably, and my juices kept getting squished out between my puffy lips with every squeeze I gave. While I sat there, I kept squeezing my muscles, imagining your thick cock deep inside me.

And then you went on about eating me out…sucking and nibbling my clit. Oh god, again that gets me so hot. I love when someone pays extra special attention to my clit.

I can feel the heat from your mouth on my lips as you get close to my pussy. Can you smell me? My smell is divine…and oh god, I taste delicious. I can't help but rub my index finger around my clit a few times then dip it down into my dampness. I bring my finger up to my face, inhale deeply then suck the juice off completely. Then, I twirl my clit again and renew the moisture on my finger, and give you a taste. 

Your tongue reaches out of your mouth, and you lick my clit in short strokes from the bottom to the top. I moan softly. Then you make your tongue pointy, and you go in all different directions all over my clit. I squirm and moan and ahhh at the sensations. Suddenly you flatten your tongue and take a long, wide lick up my clit. I can feel your taste buds, rough against my most sensitive spot, and I cry out loudly. 

As you expertly work your tongue on my clit, you knead the cheeks of my ass with the same rhythm I'm using to rock against your face. With one hand you caress my lips, and gently tug and play with them. You use your index and middle fingers to spread my lips apart, and suddenly suck on my clit. I reel from the pleasure, sitting up part way, only to fall back in bliss. With your thumb, you apply pressure to the spot where my juices come from. Your thumb is slick and soaked, and you enter me about an inch with it…god it feels so good.

I'm rocking back and forth, fucking your digit, moaning with my eyes shut in delight. While you get me off, I taste myself on my fingers. I have had enough Luke. I want to taste myself on your cock. Will you let me? Will you promise to only stroke yourself inside my hot cunt a few times, and then pull out? I promise you'll enjoy it. I knew I wouldn't have to twist your arm that hard.

We trade positions. You sit back in the chair, and relax while I straddle you. This way I can handle everything: the angle, the speed, the position, and the length of time. As I slowly sink on your cock, I suddenly realize that it's me I have to worry about. Will I be able to keep my end of the deal and jump off your cock when it's nice and wet? Your hands come to my hips and slowly make their way up my sides, and you rest them right under my tits. I'm forgetting about hopping off you, and more about fucking you in earnest. As my tits bounce on the backs of your hands, you suck one into your mouth hard. Yes, that's it. Sucking. That's exactly why I'm in this position right now. As soon as my hard, wet nipple escapes your teeth and lips, I slowly rise. 

I make sure that you see I'm looking down as I slowly expose you. With my hair down in my face, I glance up to make sure you're watching your cock come into view. As it pops out of me, we both gasp, but then you see the silvery string that is connecting between your wet dick, and my soaked pussy lips. Right as I stand up straight, it breaks.

The look on your face is utter surprise, until I begin to kneel in front of you. Never breaking eye contact, I reach for your cock, and lower my head to it. Before I lick it, I stare deeply into your eyes. I reach my tongue out, and lick up from the base to the tip on the underside of your tool, and lick those first drops of precum.

As soon as I taste myself, my enthusiasm returns, and I snap back into action. Just licking your shaft is not enough; I need it to fill my mouth. However, I know I need to pace myself. You've already shut your eyes, and every time I hit that sweet spot on the underside of your cock, you make a delightful noise. God that sound turns me on.

I come up to the top of your beautiful dick, and admire what a fine instrument is before me. I love seeing all the different veins, the way your cock literally throbs in front of my eyes, and the way it twitches. I love when you do that, by the way. 

My tongue starts at that delightful spot, and slowly follows the ridge of your head, until I'm back in the start position. I repeat, gaining speed, and moving my head all over your lap. When I lick up the head of your cock, I feel you jump and move your hand to my head, caressing it. 

Knowing that you are loving just this simple teasing, I want to pleasure you even more. Once more I lick and kiss up and down your shaft, while pumping the base with my right hand. 

Your penis is so hard and heavy I can't wait to feel you pump yourself into me. But first things first: I need to please you. Suddenly, with a breath of warm air, I take your head into my mouth and suck it in, taking it in deeper and deeper. God, yes! That noise you just made was incredible. I don't want you to stop, so I don't. 

The sensation of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, over my tongue, and to the back of my throat is tormenting me. I need you so badly, that my pussy is aching as I work your thick member deeper into my wet mouth. I suck faster and harder, increasing the suction to please you the best I can. 

I love the way your hands are holding my head. It's so affectionate that my heart melts for you, and besides the intense cocksucking, this has become a tender moment for me. I've satisfied my craving for my pussy juices on your prick, and suddenly my mood is no longer intense and urgent. Now I want to make love to you.

When I begin to stand, you look at me with adoration in your eyes. I take your hand while you rise from the chair, and I hug you tightly to me. I look up at you while you look at me, and we share a loving kiss. I lead us to the bed, and lean back against the pillows. I murmur for you to come near me, and love me.

With those instructions you crawl up towards me, running your tongue up my slit one more time, before slowly positioning yourself at my entrance. I lift myself up so that I have a good view of you entering me, then I look at you as you enter me leisurely. When you are fully inside, I kiss you, and you embrace me, knowing I want to feel your weight on me. We unhurriedly love each other, enjoying the slightest movements and sensations. 

While we kiss, I squeeze myself, rippling down your shaft. I smile as I feel your cock harden even more. At this slow pace we could last forever, but my hips suddenly jolt forward, and I can feel you smile. As you begin to thrust harder into me, I stretch my head up and breathe deeply. When I feel the heat of your breath on my neck, I know what you're about to do, and I sigh. 

The moment your sizzling tongue touches my neck, goose bumps cover me from head to toe. Your tongue traces the valley of it, from just below my ear down to my clavicle, and then stops back at that one spot you know makes me weak. Your thrusting increases, as my moaning gets louder. You grind your tongue into that spot, suck hard, and I buck my hips in earnest.

As slow as our lovemaking was, we're quickly gaining speed. Your long thrusts are now replaced by half-strokes, and whilst stroking, my clit is getting some much needed attention. The speed with which your cock is rubbing my clit is making me tingle as I near climax. The closer I get, the more I feel. A ball of energy is building inside my lower abdomen, and as it gets bigger and bigger, my extra senses like sight and sound are forgotten. I can no longer hear myself, but I know I'm making plenty of noise.

Your tongue leaves my neck, and I sigh sadly. My disappointment disappears as soon as you lick my earlobe. God yes, the pleasure bolts through my body as you gently tug on my earlobe, and trace my ear with your tongue. They're so sensitive, and just the slightest of touches and caresses is pushing me quickly.

At the moment my orgasm crashes through my body, I tense up all over and reach to your face so we can stare into one another's eyes. The simple act of that look, the soul searching, makes me climax again, harder than before. You ride both orgasms like a pro, making the most wonderful noises I've ever heard. You speak to me then; I love when you tell me how tight my pussy squeezes you. 

Once my breathing calms down, I tell you to lie on your back. You smile at me, because we both know this is your favorite. As soon as you are comfy, I sit with both legs on either side of you, with my feet towards your arms, and thrust down all the way. I place my hands on the bed behind me, and I begin. There is no time to build up again, we both need release, and this is the fastest way. I move up and down, enveloping your cock in my warmth and wetness. I begin to grind down on you on the down stroke, rubbing my engorged clit on your pubic bone. 

You lift yourself forward, playing with my heavy tits, squeezing them hard, and flicking my nipples. As I continue to pound you, I increase my speed, and bite my lower lip. I'm getting close, but I need to wait for you. I fold my legs toward me so I'm kneeling on top of you. Then I lean forward so you can suck my tits, and I can rub them all over your face. While you bite my nipples the way I like, I hump you harder and more rapidly. I lean back up, and listen to your labored breathing. 

I can tell you're getting close because you keep saying, "oh fuck," "oh yeah," and "oh shit." As I grind myself even harder against you, pumping up and down on your meaty cock, I grab my tits, and hold them against my chest with one arm while I balance against your chest with the other arm. 

The faster I fuck you, the more you moan. I squeeze you harder as you pump back with every ounce of energy you have left in your body. Your "ooh's" and "ahh's" get higher in pitch, just like mine, as you begin to whisper dirty things you want to do to me. You keep mmmming and ohhhhing. Your fingers reach up and pinch my exposed nipples hard, and I yelp.

Your breathing is so strenuous by now that it sounds like you've been running a race. I know you're about to cum., and I can't wait for it. The stream of verbiage that is coming out of your mouth is nearly incomprehensible, but I love every single utterance. "Oh god, oh shit…mmmm…ohhh god Chris, fuck, my cock is so hard." I pound you faster and faster. 

My cunt clutches your substantial appendage, and you vocalize your arrival, "Ahhh, oh god, mmmm…mmmm…mmmm…ah, ah, oh…mmmm…yeah." As you issue your next few spurts of spunk you pronounce, "Oh god, fuck, fuck, oh god...ah ah, oh oh holy shit, god damn it, ah, ah oh holy fuck, ahhh, ahh, oohh." You grab my hips even harder, and thrust up one last time, "god…mmmm…mmmm…ahh…ohh…holy shit Chris…" and then you pause, catch your breath, and chuckle as you realize what great orgasms we just had.

I lean down to you, pressing myself into you hard. We kiss, just lips pressing together, mashing together with the thought that the more pressure behind the kiss, the greater we understand our intensity of the moment. While keeping you inside me, I relax my legs and move them down to a more comfy position, keeping most of my weight on you. My head naturally rests right below yours on you chest, and while I snuggle in, I hug you. As I drift off to sleep, I vaguely recall you pulling a sheet over us, and wrapping your devoted arms around me. Sweet dreams honey. 



Sweet Dreams



This is about the first girl I ever loved as more than a friend. When I first met her she would beat me up. Eventually though we became friends. We were friends for a year and then one day, something strange happened.

It was last period on a Friday. History class. The most hated class in our school. I leaned back in my chair and tuned out the teacher. I glanced down at myself, judging my appearance. My skin was strangely clear for a 18 year-old's and was a soft caramel color. C breasts and a thick middle. My long arms and legs ending in large hands and feet. I wasn't bad looking but I was awkward. Then again most teenagers are. But not my Shaniqua. She was beautiful. 

As a warm spring breeze drifted through the window I could smell her sweet scent. I looked in her direction. She was writing again. She was always writing. I loved to watch her write, concentrating hard on the paper with her long black hair dangling down. It left just enough space for me to see her long, soft eyelashes move up and down as she momentarily glanced at the board. My eyes moved down her body, noticing her beautiful legs and cute figure. She was undeniably Hispanic looking and just a little bit shorter than me. Recently, 18 too, but 3 months younger.

I sighed and put my head on my desk. I loved her. And not just as a friend. I'd thought of her night after night, lusting and yearning for her touch. Wanting her, needing her, but lacking her. But she couldn't know how I felt. She was determinately straight. Still I couldn't help but want her.

She glanced over at me. I pointed at myself, made a heart shape with my hands, and pointed at her. "I love you." She smiled and nodded. She knew. I put my head back down and sighed again.

After school, I trudged home. My mood hadn't improved much. I'm not a crier, generally, but I could help myself when it came to Shaniqua. I know I was just 18, but I knew she was the only girl I'd ever love. I got home and collapsed on the couch. Silent tears slid down my cheeks, I closed my eyes and slipped into senselessness, just thinking about Shaniqua.

I hadn't even heard the door open.

"Jenny? Are you OK?" I sat up at the sound of her voice.

"Shaniqua." I said, "What are you doing here?" She walked over to the other end of the couch and sat down next to my feet. She looked at me and I could see the concern in her eyes 

"I followed you home. I thought you looked really sad in class today. I didn't want you to do anything stupid." She said, knowingly. I'd been known to behave hurtfully to myself when I was upset. She put her hand on my ankle and leaned closer. I looked away." Have you been crying?"

"I don't know" I sighed.

"What is it? Tell me! Jenny" she whined. "Don't you trust me?" She pouted. She knew my weakness was pouting. She was just too cute.

"I don't know. It's just..." I struggled with telling her. She looked at me with those beautiful, loving brown eyes. I had to look at the wall. "It's just, lately, I've been feeling like I'm in love with you? I'm so sorry. I just can't help it. You're so beautiful and wonderful and-"

"Jenny," she cut me off "don't worry. It's okay "

"Really? I mean, I know you don't like me back bu-"

"Yeah. You know," She moved her hand further down my leg. "How do you know I don't?"

"C'mon, Shaniqua." I said, getting nervous, "You don't like me like that."

"Really?" She said. She moved her hand up and down my thigh, sending a shiver up my leg and making me inhale sharply. "I don't?" She pushed against my thigh and moved over my body. She looked deeply into my eyes. She brushed my long dark brown hair out of my face and sighed, "Because I think I love you like that too"

I looked at her a second, in disbelief. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into me. Her lips softly pressed against mine, unsure and scared. I slowly kissed her back melting into her softness. I put my hand on the back of her neck, caressing her slowly. She moaned softly into my mouth and continued stroking my inner thigh. The kissed evolved as she slightly parted her lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth, playing with mine. We explored each other with our hands, enjoying the kiss with new freedom.

Maintaining the kiss, I moved my hand to the small of her back, and pushed slightly, sitting up and allowing her to gracefully put her legs on either side of me so that she was sitting on my lap. We rocked back and forth slowly. She moved her fingers to my back and slowly moved her hand up my bare back lifting my shirt up slowly. She undid my bra on the way up and tossed it aside with my shirt. She slowly made her way down my neck with her mouth as I did the same to her. She nibbled at my shoulder, making me moan loudly. I leaned over, causing her to cling to my neck for support. Slowly I kissed her neck, moved down her collarbone, and kissed her right breast, supporting her with just my right arm as I caressed her left breast with my other hand. I moved my mouth over her nipple, slowly moving my tongue in circles around it. She moaned with pleasure, as I teased her nipples into erection and gently nibbled them.

I moved back wards and allowed her to lay down. I gently lifted her hips and removed her jeans and panties. I slid my hand over her midriff and onto her slit, feeling her wetness; I caressed her, and she squirmed, aroused. Her breathing became uneven and her moaned a loud "Ay!" as I slid my fingers fully into her slit and moved them down toward her clit while removed my own pants.

I lowered my head down into her, gently licking her inner lips. She shuddered and crossed her legs over my back, pushing me in for more. I teased her, circling my tongue around her clit, getting closer with each rotation. She rolled her hips in time with me, moaning, her hands wildly exploring her chest. I dove my fingers in to her hole as I finally took her clit fully into my mouth. I liked and fucked her with my fingers. Her breath became short and rapid. She cried "Uhn...Uhn...Dios Mi-AH!!" arched her back and came.

Panting, she clung to me, and I kissed her neck softly. I gently put her back down and lay my head next to hers. She kissed me, passionately as we lay entwined in the warmth and love each other's bodies. The kiss ended and I said

"Shaniqua, I love you but I don't want us to not be friends later and if this is going to end our friendship I mean I c-" She stopped me with another kiss and stroked my head to quiet me.

"I will always love you." She said and kissed me again. I kissed her fore head and drifted off to sleep in her arms, happier than I'd ever been. 

I woke up alone on the couch with my clothes still on. I sighed. It had all been a dream. I reached up to rub my eyes and when I got my fore head there was a post it stuck there. "I will always love you." Was it really a dream? 



Sweet Dreams



The air was crisp and the leaves rustled about as Karen began the two mile walk home. She normally would be cozy and warm in her house at this time of day, but because she chose to back talk her English teacher, she was kept after school for detention. She clutched her books tightly to her chest, thinking about nothing but a hot bath and relaxing on the couch. As she made her way up her road, she noticed her father's car parked in the driveway. This was odd because he normally didn't get off work for another two hours.

Karen quickly made her way up the drive and into the house, happy to finally be home. 

"Dad?!?!? Dad?!?!? Where are you?" she yelled, tossing her books onto the couch and slipping her shoes off.

"I'm in the den!!" her father responded, "Come in, if you like."

Karen stopped off at the kitchen first for a drink before heading down the hall to see her father.

"What are you doing home, Daddy?" she asked, standing in the doorway.

"I wasn't feeling very good, honey, so I took the rest of the day off," he answered.

"Oh, sorry to hear that. Are you feeling better now?" she asked.

"Much better, thanks, baby," he said, typing away on his computer.

"Okay then, I'm gonna head upstairs and take a bath," she said, twirling around and hopping up the steps, one by one.

"Your mother's working late on a case tonight, so I'm gonna order us some pizza, that okay?" yelled her father, Jim.

"That's fine, Daddy, whatever you want," said Karen, slipping out of her tight jeans and over sized sweatshirt.

Karen's parents were both very career oriented, often spending long hours away from home. Her father was a certified accountant and her mother, Diane, was a corporate attorney. Both extremely busy and driven.

As Karen stood in the bathroom, running the hot water and thinking about the day's events, she slowly slid her white lace panties down, kicking them across the bathroom floor. Next, came her white lace bra, one of her favorites. She stared in the mirror, looking at her taut nipples and perfectly round tits. She was well matured for her 18 years, and she was extremely proud of her body.

As she slid down into the hot, steaming water, Karen heard her father making his way up the stairs.

"Karen? Pepperoni okay on the pizza or you want something else?" he asked from the other side of the door.

"Pepperoni's fine, Daddy," she said, grabbing the washcloth and dipping it into the water.

Unbeknownst to Karen, Jim had not just simply walked back downstairs. He was standing just on the other side of the half closed door, listening and watching, feeling his cock harden with each passing second. 

Karen didn't look like any other normal 18 year old, she stood 5'6 with long, gorgeous red hair and piercing green eyes. Her skin was comparable only to freshly fallen snow and her legs seemed to go on forever. Jim had always known his daughter would grow up to be a stunning beauty, and she had.

Slowly and carefully, Jim slid the zipper down on his work pants, letting them fall to just below his ass cheeks, and as his daughter rubbed the bubbles and hot water over her tits, Jim began to stroke his 7 inch cock. He bit his bottom lip to mask his moans of lust for his tempting daughter. He began to rock his hips, silently mouthing her name as his hand jacked his warm shaft a bit faster. 

Karen slid down in the bathtub, completely submerging her sexy naked body under the wave of bubbles, then sprang up like a dolphin in the ocean. 

Jim admired his daughter's beautiful face, adorned with bubbles and beads of water. He loved how innocent, yet so slutty she looked with her hair completely matted to her head and her nipples just poking up over the bubbles.

Karen leaned forward, clearing away the bubbles, so now Jim had a perfect view of his daughter's sexy size C tits. He stroked his cock harder, squeezing it each time his palm came to his cock base. He dry humped the air, pretending it was his daughter he was fucking, his ultimate fantasy.

Jim knew his wife would be very late coming home from work tonight and he wanted to make his move on his vixen daughter, without fear of interruptions.

Karen raised her arms to shampoo her lovely locks of red hair, thus also lifting her perfect tits completely out of the water. Jim almost shot his load right then and there, but managed to hold off, for he knew the nastiest, and sexiest part was still yet to come.

He watched her lean her head to the side, gently massaging the shampoo into her hair, then dunking under the water again to rinse herself off. Lucky for Jim, tonight was also the night that Karen decided to shave not only her legs, but her sweet sexy pussy as well.

Karen again emerged from the water, looking hot as ever, then slowly climbed out of the tub, giving Jim a complete view of the woman he'd been fantasizing about for so long. He admired her long, tan legs and her perfectly round ass, thinking how sexy it was that she still had bubbles lingering on her naked body.

She put one foot on the tub and slowly spread her legs. She grabbed the razor and began shaving, long, deliberate strokes up and down her gorgeous legs, and up well past her knees. 

When she had finished, Karen rinsed the razor off in the bathtub and took a seat on the closed toilet, again spreading her legs, this time giving Jim a complete view.

His mouth watered and his cock jumped at the very sight of his daughter's sexy, succulent pussy. He began to jack off faster, careful not to make a sound as he watched Karen slowly shave her pussy. And with each passing minute, Jim found it more and more difficult not to squirt his load all over the hallway wall. 

After Karen had finished, she dropped the razor into the bathtub water and leaned back on the toilet, placing one foot on the tub and the other on the sink right beside her, completely spreading her pussy wide as possible. She threw her head back and slowly began rubbing her clit in small, tight circles, occasionally letting her fingertips dip inside her freshly shaven cunt. 

Jim knew this was his chance. It was now or never and his cock wasn't gonna hold out forever. So while Karen had her eyes closed and her attention completely on satisfying herself, Jim slipped into the bathroom, unnoticed. 

He dropped to his knees and slowly moved Karen's fingers out of the way, quickly putting his tongue deep inside his daughter. He reached up and cupped her tits, driving his tongue inside her further, getting no objections from his horny daughter. She reached down and cupped his head with her long, slender fingers, pushing his mouth further inside her. She began to chant, "Daddy!! Daddy!!", over and over, as if she knew this was going to happen. 

Karen moved her hips and pushed her daddy's tongue all the way inside her until his nose was jammed into her pubic bone. Jim reached up and slid two fingers into her asshole, finger fucking her with the same rhythm as his tongue. 

"Daddyyyyy!!!! Daddyyyyyy!!!!" she groaned, grinding her hips faster, feeling her orgasm creeping up on her at a rapid pace. 

She panted and groaned, thrashing about wildly, trying desperately to put her father's entire mouth inside her, only to grow frustrated when she realized this was impossible. Her eyes teared up and the room began to spin. Her stomach muscles clenched and she, again, threw her head back, screaming like a wild animal as her pussy released the sweetest cum Jim had ever tasted.

He contined finger fucking her asshole straight thru her sexy orgasm, causing her to cum twice in a row and almost pass out. As he slowed his pace, Jim looked up and saw Karen was spent. She sat there, completely slumped down on the toilet, panting and heaving, trying with everything she had to catch her breath. He slowly slid his fingers from her asshole and leaned down, one last time, and gently kissed and licked his daughter's sloppy wet pussy.

Jim stood up and picked up Karen, immediately heading for her bedroom. He placed her on her bed and took a moment to take in her sexy, hot body, which, by now, was covered in sweat, instead of bubbles.

"You want Daddy to fuck you, baby?" he asked, pulling his pants down completely and kicking them across his daughter's bedroom floor.

"Yes, yes, Daddy," she murmured, still mostly out of it from having experienced dual orgasms, back to back in less then five minutes.

Jim licked his lips and smiled as he slipped his work shirt off, tossing it over by his pants. He climbed up onto the bed and on top of his half asleep daughter, gently pushing her legs open with his knees. Supporting himself on his knuckles, Jim leaned down and gently flicked Karen's pink nipples, sucking them into his mouth, then releasing. He kissed her neck and then her soft, pouty lips as he slowly slid his cock into his daughter's cunt.

Karen moaned a bit, but again, offered no resistance. And Jim slowly pushed forward, pushing past his daughter's tight pussy walls, until he was balls deep in her. He kissed her again and slowly began thrusting, gently opening her up to his cock size. 

"Oh, God, your mother hasn't felt like this in years," he moaned, pumping further, then pulling out and pushing his cock back in, balls deep.

He reached down and grabbed one of Karen's legs, tossing it over his shoulder and began fucking her again.

"Wake up, baby," he said, fucking into her slowly, "Wake up for Daddy."

"Daddyyyyy," she groaned, starting to come to now.

"Yes, baby, it's Daddy. Daddy's dick is in you, babygirl," he grunted, picking up the pace, just a bit.

Just then, Karen sprang to life, suddenly realizing this was no dream, it was real. Her eyes popped open and her mouth fell open, "Daddy? What are you doing?"

"Hush, baby, don't make me stop," he begged, watching his daughter's tits bounce with each thrust.

Karen tried to struggle a bit, but the longer Jim fucked her, the more her pussy opened and the more relaxed she became.

"This feel good, baby?" he grunted, "Huh? Daddy's dick feel good?"

"Yessss, Daddy, yesss!!!" she groaned, opening her legs completely and reaching up above her to the headboard, quickly lacing her fingers thru the wood slats.

"Mmmmm, that's it, Karen, be Daddy's slut, just enjoy my big fat dick in you, baby," he groaned, now fucking into her like a slut on Hollywood Boulevard.

The bed rocked and the headboard slammed into the wall with each of Jim's thrusts. His groans and grunts became louder with each passing minute. He had wanted this for so long. So many nights he lay beside Diane, silently jacking off to images of Karen in her cheerleading outfit and her school uniform. Her tight fitting shirts and ass baring shorts that she loved to prance around the house in. All this crashing down around Jim, making his lust for his gorgeous 18 year old daughter come to a boiling point.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!" screamed Karen, feeling another orgasm approaching.

"Don't cum yet, baby," he panted, "Not yet."

"Daddy, please!! please!! Please let me cum!!!" she begged, thrashing about beneath him, and gripping the headboard with a death grip.

"Just a little bit longer, baby," he said, now pounding into her sloppy wet cunt like a jackhammer. 

"Ahhhhh, fuck!!!!" he yelled, feeling his balls tighten and his heart racing, "Daddy's gonna fucking cum in you!!!"

"Cum, Daddy, cum!!!!" she urged, feeling her stomach muscles begin to tighten again, but no longer able to hold her third orgasm off. 

Karen arched her back and screamed as, once again, the room began to spin and, once again, her pussy released its thick, creamy sweet cum, only this time decorating her father's cock, instead of his hungry mouth.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, convulsing beneath her father's naked body, "DADDY!!!! OHHH, GOD, DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh, fuck!!!!!" he screamed, thrusting one more time, balls deep into his daughter's creamy wet fuckhole, and quickly pulling out and climbing up to her pretty face.

Jim jacked his cock off for a minute or so then sprayed his daughter's sexy, pouty lips and chin with his seed, groaning as the thick ropes slid down her chin and onto her bare tits. 

"Oh, God," he groaned, squeezing the last of his cum onto his daughter's naked body, "Oh fuck, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, baby," he said.

Karen couldn't speak, only lay there speechless, covered in her father's cum and feeling, not only slutty, but also very relaxed and satisfied. 

"Come on, baby, let's get you back in the bathtub," said Jim, slowly pulling his daughter's limp body up from the crumpled sheets.

Step by step, he walked her back into the bathroom, slowly placing her back into the water, thankfully it was still pretty warm. 

He gently sponged her off with the wet wash cloth, careful to get each splatter of cum off her creamy white skin, kissing each spot as he went. 

"Daddy loves you, babygirl, you know that?" he asked, gently kissing her earlobe.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, laying her head back on the cold bathroom wall.

Jim knew his daughter was exhausted, but he could not help his hunger for her. Seeing her back in the water only made his cock rise again and he stood up and slowly slid into the bathtub with her, gently pulling her limp body to his and picking her up, just enough to place her pussy back around his starving cock.

"Oh, God," he groaned, pulling her naked body to his, hugging her as he humped upwards, fucking into her well used cunt.

She leaned forward and placed her head on her father's shoulder, cupping his ass and hips with her legs and feet, and wrapping her arms around him.

He kissed her ear softly as he fucked up inside her, causing small waves in the bathtub.

As Karen began to come around, again, she leaned up, looking into her father's eyes. She kissed his warm lips and slowly began rocking her hips, pushing her pussy around his cock. Their moans and words of lust filled the small, foggy bathroom

The water began crashing up around their naked bodies, spilling over onto the floor. Karen's cries of passion rang out thru their large suburban home as Jim's cock swelled in the grips of his daughter's pussy. 

"Oh, God, Karennnnn," he groaned, placing his hands under the water, on her hips, and pushing her body down, preparing to unload his seed, only this time, there would be no pulling out. 

"Daddy!!! I love you so much!!!" chanted Karen, bouncing up and down on her father's thick, swollen cock.

"Daddy's gonna cum in you, baby," he panted, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her down.

One final thrust and Jim claimed his daughter's pussy, after months and months of fantasizing, he was now achieving the fantasy.

Rope after thick, creamy rope flooded Karen's raw cunt, some even spilling into the bath water. The father and daughter clung to each other, both panting and moaning, riding out the sheer passion they had created that afternoon. 

When all was said and done, and the two finally calmed down, Karen slowly slid up and off her father's cock. 

Jim watched as she stepped out of the bathtub, thinking to himself as she left the steamy bathroom, how good it felt to finally be inside the daughter he helped to create so many years ago.

Darkness had fallen upon the sleepy neighborhood, and Jim knew his wife would be home shortly, and he too, would need to leave and get dressed. 

As he walked past Karen's room, Jim knew in his heart and mind that this would not be the last time that he fucked her and that he would definitely have some sweet dreams tonight.



Sweet Dreams



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I wrote this story back on '04 as whitewolves03. Since then I forgot my password and my e-mail was deactivated. I now go by the name of Lazarous and wanted to bring my first story to my new name.-July 2006

This is my first erotic story. All of the characters are fictional and from my imagination. I hope that you enjoy it.

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The bell rang. It was 7:55 on a Friday morning. Today, was the last day before Christmas break. Several students came into class, some had their cell phones to their ears while others were walking in with a cup of hot coffee in their hands. Mr. Cuevas was at the head of the class waiting patiently for his students.

"Alright guys, settle down," he said.

"Hey, Mr. C. are you coming to the game?" asked Mitch. "I gonna sack a buncha fuckers from Cordova Academy tonight. It's gonna be awesome!"

"Of course, but watch your language. This is a classroom, not your house," joked Mr. Cuevas.

Mitch gave him the thumbs up. He, along with his crew moved to the back row. Mitch was a big guy. Six foot tall, about 220 pounds of muscle. A brick wall when it came to playing football.

The class got to their seats. Mr. Cuevas did his roll call.

"Has anyone seen. Sara?" asked Cuevas. Just then the door opened and a cool breeze entered the room. A white, geeky looking girl wearing a long black dress and a white blouse came in.

"Sorry, I'm late, Mr. Cuevas."

"This is starting to become a habit. Try to be here on time, Sara."

Sara pulled her brown hair behind her ear and adjusted her black frame glasses.

"Yes, sir." she said.

Then another morning ritual began. "Grandma in the hoooouse!" "geek" "four-eyes!" "2X4!" several of the students yelled.

"What are you hiding under your long dress, Sara?" teased one of the cheerleaders.

"SHE PROBABLY WEARS GRANNY PANTIES!!" yelled out Mitch. The class broke out in laughter. Poor, Sara, her face got red with anger.

"Alright, that's enough!" yelled out Cuevas. "The next person to make those types of comments in this class will be suspended. I don't care who you are or what your popularity is, next time you're suspended."

The class stopped laughing and went back to their conversations, still amused with what they had done.

Sara thanked Cuevas and went to her seat and put her head down. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears away with a Kleenex. She hated everyone in this class, everyone but Cuevas. He was her favorite teacher. It was unfortunate that all of his other classes were full. This class had almost all of the "popular" kids. Sexy cheerleaders and hot jocks, you name them and they were here.

Sara could still hear everyone talking in the background. The bell rang, everyone starting reaching for their backpacks and purses. The whole class was out the door. The only ones left in the classroom were Cuevas and Sara. 

"Sara, can I help you with something?" he asked. 

"No, I'm fine, Mr. Cuevas." 

He slowly turned around and walked to his oak desk. Sara loved the shape of his body. He was built like the Statue of David. His face, Sara could stare at his face forever. Strong square jaw, cheekbones and when he smiled, oh those dimples drove her crazy. She felt her heart begin to race.

"Sara, don't you have a class to go to?" 

"No, my next class is in an hour. You don't mind if I stay here for a while, do you?" she asked.

"Nope, it's fine with me," he said while working on his laptop. Sara knew that his next class began in two hours. It was weird, she thought, that every time she started thinking about, Mr. Cuevas she would automatically fantasize about having his cock inside her. She felt that he was the one. Sara loved this man. What's not to love about him. He's a gentleman, any girl would be lucky to have him.

Sara walked over to his desk and asked what he was doing.

"I'm working on my resume. Come this June, I'm gonna be laid off." he said.

This made Sara tear up. "What's wrong," "You're leaving. You're not coming back next year?"

"Well, not because I want to. Budgets, you know. A lot of vocational teachers are being let go." he said. Sara wrapped her arms tightly around him. Cuevas could smell the sweet strawberry fragrance of her hair. He placed his arms around her small waist, try to comfort her. What happened next was not what he expected. Sara leaned back and gave him a small kiss in the corner of his lips. Cuevas could feel his cock stiffening up. This geeky girl wearing black-framed glasses and a long dress was making him REAL hard. 

Sara could feel his hard dick pressed against her petite body. However, she would be happier if his dick was in her mouth. Or better yet, in her virginal pussy. Cuevas didn't back away. He let her kiss him. He felt her tongue penetrating his lips. Sara massaged her tongue against his. Cuevas could feel her warm breath from her nose tickle his upper lip.

Sara stepped back and sat on his large desk. Cuevas leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. He quickly moved his laptop onto one of the students desk. Sara laid down on his desk. He moved next to her and placed her head under his arm. Cuevas placed his other hand on her stomach over her white buttoned blouse.

Sara could feel his hand moving down from her stomach. She suddenly felt his warm fingers under her panties. She began to moan slowly.

"Oh, that feels good." she said. Cuevas moved his hand further down, until he could feel Sara's wet pussy. He gently rubbed her pussy. Sara's moaning was making him so hard, he thought his dick was going to brake. Damn, he thought, he should have worn looser pants. 

Sara sat up, and unzipped Cuevas' pants. She pulled his cock out of his boxers. Wow, she had never seen a dick this big. She thought that they were only in movies. 

"I've never done this before. I'm still a virgin." she mentioned.

"That's okay. We can go at your pace." Cuevas wasn't all that shocked to learn that Sara was still a virgin. The majority of the student body was too busy making her feel like crap instead of seeing the person she really was. Sara kissed the tip of his dick. Cuevas watched on as she placed his cock in her small mouth. Sara would roll her tongue all around his big, throbbing dick. Pleasing it and teasing it. Cuevas, began to moan Sara's name. He had never moaned a woman's name before during a blow job. This was new to him. He could usually last for hours. However, now he was fighting it. She was that good. 

"Damn, Sara. You're so good."

She could feel his cock going deep inside her throat. Sara's mouth was stretched wide open. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. She could feel his veins as it slid out of her lips.

She laid back down on his desk. Cuevas began to unbutton her white blouse. Sara exposed her small breasts. He began kissing one of her tits and caressing the other. Sara's skin tasted like coconut. 

"Fuck me, I want to feel your lips around my small pussy," she said. Cuevas slowly moved down her stomach. Sara slightly lifted her lower body. He slipped her long dress off. It revealed black panties. They were damp with Sara's pussy juice. Cuevas slipped her panties off and dropped them on the floor. Sara bent her knees and began to feel his tongue around her pussy. It felt so good. He spread her lips real wide and began licking her clit. 

"Yeah, yeah. Make me yours. Make into a real woman" Sara moaned while breathing heavily. Cuevas slowly penetrated his index and middle finger into Sara's pussy.

"Yes, yes! Keep doing that! That feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, yes!" she began to yell. Cuevas slipped his fingers out and put them in his mouth. Sara's pussy tasted sooooo good. Best tasting pussy he had ever had. He then placed his throbbing cock on top of her wet pussy. 

"Put it in! I want to feel you inside me! Make me yours, my love," 

Cuevas slowly pushed his dick into her small wet pussy. 

"Fuck yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh, mmm, mmm. You feel soooo good inside," he said.

"I was saving myself for you. I knew one day you would fuck me, fuck me real good! Yes! Yes!" she yelled out. Sara flipped on her stomach. She could feel him coming in from behind. Cuevas began thrusting his cock back and forth, in and out, in and out an a repeated rhythm. 

Sara was already five minutes late for her next class, but she didn't care. She was being fucked very well by the man she loved. She didn't want this to end. She was enjoying herself very much. Cuevas laid on the table full of sweat. His cock pointed straight up. Sara bent her knees and guided his cock into her insatiable pussy. She bounced up and down repeatedly. Her small tits kept with the rhythm of her body. 

"Keep going. Oh shit, I'm coming. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK YEAH. Fuck yeah. That felt good." yelled Sara. She got off his dick and starting sucking it again. A few seconds later, Cuevas could feel it. Five loads of cum. Right in Sara's mouth. She didn't bother stopping, she kept going. His juice was rolling down the side of her mouth. Sara looked so cute with her glasses on and with his rigid dick in her mouth. 

Suddenly time seemed to slow down. The bell rang. It didn't seem to stop.

"Hey, Sara. Wake up. Class is over." Cuevas said.

Sara raised her head as the last student left the class. "I thought Mitch was the only one who slept through class."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Cuevas. I didn't mean to," she said shamefully.

"You better get to class, you're gonna be late."

"My next class starts in an hour. Can I stay here for awhile?" asked Sara.

"Sure, my next class starts in an two hours,"

Sara thought that it was time to make her dreams real.

THE END



Sweet Dreams



It's summer, the middle of the season, and damned hot. It's the sort of heat you can taste and smell. Lazy, bookworm, windows thrown open to the world kind of weather. 

My magazine has fallen to the floor and my body feels deliciously heavy with heat and sweat. Slowly, gradually, it becomes heavy with the weight of you on top of me. Your knees press into the soft couch cushions, one arm sliding along the imitation velvet as you work your way up to me. Taking my arms gently in your hands, you press my hands above my head to the arm of the couch, your mouth and eyes smiling into me once again. You haven't touched me below the waist yet, below anything really, including my clothes. Even so, my breath comes in labored, heart fluttering gasps. I feel you, lips hovering over mine, sweet breath filling my senses, our bodies almost touching. Suddenly I remember something and my almost-moans turn to whimpers, like a child in the midst of a nightmare. Your lips tease my earlobe softly just before you whisper to me.

"Shhhh. You're still mine. It's okay."

Your lips touch mine softly, and I pray for more. As you take your hands off mine, words unspoken I know, no, I feel your silence with my heart, and my arms stay still with the help of your invisible restraints.

"Beginning at the beginning," I think to myself, "she is beginning a new beginning with me."

I take this all in, savoring it like some rare beauty, because my heart knows things my mind cannot possibly bear, and my heart knows that this will only happen once between you and I. A mended promise, a lifetime of comfort to be held forever in the memory you are going to make for me. 

"My neck," I think in a haze, "must be the beginning."

My eyes drift closed and I anticipate gentleness, though why, I don't know. Suddenly, and with great familiarity, your teeth, lips, and tongue latch onto my neck with a near ferocity, lips sucking, tongue flicking, hips thrusting. My breaths are not breaths anymore, but great gasps of hot air that fill the space around us. My body moves like a wave: chest, stomach, hips. My hands grip each other tightly.

You are not a time waster. You don't have to be because you know my sounds and reactions as well as you know moonrise. The hands I love so much play a tune on my breasts, beginning and ending with pale pink translucence. My body remains pliable and needy in your hands, all the old tension gone, replaced only by a painful desire to slow things down even more. No, not because I'm frightened of how raw I become when you open me this way, but because it will end too soon. Still, I don't speak. I am obeying silent requests that I read in your eyes. Somehow I know not to speak, not to move, not to push you away.

My belly: always a source of guilt and pain. You look up and smile that toothy grin, eyes glowing with love and deep knowledge as you place your lips gently below my belly button, just off to the right. Your time spent on my stomach is limited on purpose, I'm sure. I grin despite myself. What haven't you forgotten? What's more is that I desperately want to know which memories you savor about us and what sort of feeling it gives you. I still don't utter a word, and like almost always these days, I just listen and obey and try to somehow right all my past wrongs.

The sun pours through the window like butter all over our skin and I break out into a shivery sweat as you lick softly, elegantly, sensually, sliding two hands under my ass to hold me close. It's a strange, nice feeling, the sensation of you taking me relentlessly, drinking me into you, and with elation I realize that it's like pricking fingers with your best buddy and pressing them together. This way you will always keep a part of me inside you. I smile comfortably at this and do something I've always wanted to do. Picking my left leg up off the floor and lifting my right leg off the back of the couch, I wrap them both around the back of your head.

I don't know if you sighed into my wetness or just breathed, but it feels to me like completion. You feel like home. Lifting your head for just a moment, you gaze at me with tenderness.

"Give me your hands, baby girl."

I stare at you drowsily and unlock my hands from around each other, reaching down to intertwine my fingers with yours. Resuming your task at hand, your thumbs stroke mine and your grip tightens in time with the movements of my body. You lap and suck at me insistently, patiently. My body will not be rushed. My orgasm refuses to be rushed. When, finally my body does give in, my cunt is overcome with a flaming heat. So many months of internal fire refusing to let go has been released.

"I love you," you whisper to me. 

When I finally awake, it's because there are too many tears for me to cry in my sleep. There is no trace of you, no scent, no sweet breath. The windows are closed and there is snow on the ground. I'm wrapped in a blanket and my magazine is stuck between the cushions of the couch. My wrists hurt and my stomach feels like I just did a hundred crunches. The wetness between my thighs helps me remember my dream, and even though I'm only just waking up, I can't be sure how much was real and how much really was a dream. I sit up suddenly and look around the room for you, but it's just me. Laying back down and turning onto my side, I press my face into the sofa and let loose months of built up tears.



Sweet Dreams



My wife Lyndsey cannot take her drink - at all - and she does enjoy a drink. She always has, ever since we met ten years ago. She was only 17 then, and one of those girls who rebelled against everything. Her parents had been quite strict with her as a teenager, not allowing her to go out drinking until she was of age. Inevitably, the first opportunity she got on her 18th birthday she went out and got completely slaughtered.

We met at college when we were both 17 and Lyndsey was a lovely girl but because of her strict upbringing, she was quite shy and reserved, especially when it came to sex.

So when Lyndsey could start going out and drinking, she enjoyed the way that alcohol gave her a bit of confidence, in fact it took a few drinks before she finally had sex with me and repeatedly whenever we did have sex, she would always have a drink first to 'loosen herself up.'

Unfortunately, she couldn't hold her drink and although she really enjoyed it, she eventually realized that she really shouldn't drink. Not because she would get in fights or do other stupid things, because she didn't - she would just go extremely silly and giddy, then usually throw up and pass out. It would then end up with me or one of Lyndsey's friends carrying her home and putting her to bed. Not how you want to end your nights out!

After two years we got married, and a year later we had our first child which brought us even closer, and if possible even more in love. Our second child brought even more joy to our lives, but it was around then that our sex life took a bit of a knock. Lyndsey had only ever slept with me, as her parents had been so strict with her as a teenager. I had taken her virginity at 17 when we met, and when I asked her if her lack of sexual experiences bothered her she always said that she had never wanted to sleep around even when she was a teenager. She was perfectly happy with me - if she wasn't then she wouldn't have got married!

The proof of her devotion came one night when she went on a very rare night out with some of her female friends. She had been careful not to drink too much, but unfortunately a friend of hers bought a couple of cokes and put vodka in them, not knowing how easily she got drunk. As the night wore on, Lyndsey got chatted up by a group of young lads who saw how drunk she was, and sensed an opportunity to pull her. As the alcohol took its toll on her, she somehow got split up from her friends and ended up back at the house of one of the boys.

The lad who had taken her home and his friend both tried it on with her, and if Lyndsey had wanted to sleep with anyone, she could have. She kissed them both, and one lad had a bit of a grope - feeling her breasts and managing to get a hand down her knickers at one point - but Lyndsey resisted and somehow managed to organize herself a taxi and get home. She was in a terrible state, drunk and confused but also quite horny when she got home and she confessed all to me. She was ashamed at how far she had let the lads go, but I told her not to worry about it, just before she started to throw up and I put her to bed.

We discussed what had happened the following day, and Lyndsey apologized but I told her it really didn't matter. She hadn't actually done anything, and even if she had done something I would have forgiven her. Lyndsey looked at me incredulously, and I explained that I loved her so of course I would forgive her. She still seemed unconvinced so I added that I sometimes felt bad about her only ever sleeping with me. I had been with several girls before Lyndsey, but to date I was still her only partner.

Lyndsey insisted as she had done before that she didn't want anyone else, and I believed her. If she had wanted to do something, she would have done it the night before. How would I have ever known? She asked me if I was mad at her for letting them touch her up and I told her not to be so silly. Lyndsey finally seemed happier and we let it go after that, but the entire incident had brought something to my attention. Something not about Lyndsey, but about me.

I had realized that I wanted her to sleep with someone. The very thought of it made me hard, and as we had talked I got a huge erection. I started to think about it all the time, especially while me made love. Visions of Lyndsey with other men scorched my brain, and would fire me up like nothing else I had ever dreamed of. I tried to raise the subject with my wife whenever I could, but she would always dismiss any suggestions I might make.

I tried to gently tease her into maybe doing something, including taking her to the nude beach when we went on holiday, and we watched some porn with several guys who had huge cocks, but I began to realize that the idea just didn't do anything for Lyndsey. I never actually came out with the fact that I wanted to see her with another man, but I hinted as strongly as I could and probed her as much as I dared, but finally concluded that she simply wasn't wired up the same way as me. She was happy with everything the way it was. Truth be told, I was happy too. But dirty thoughts of my gorgeous wife with another man just wouldn't go away.

I finally decided to tell her, one night when we were making love. Lyndsey must have been able to tell that my mind was elsewhere and she asked me what I was thinking of. She thought I was thinking of someone else and got quite upset, so I decided to tell her the truth. When I told her that I was imagining her with another man, she took it quite well. At first she was quiet, but then she said that if that was what turned me on, then that was fine. However, I had to realize that while it was fine as a fantasy, that was all it would ever be. I nodded my understanding, pretending that it was fine even while my heart sank.

On our next holiday, in Cyprus I managed to talk Lyndsey into going topless on the beach. Seeing her laid in full view of everybody on the beach, with her perfectly-formed 34B breasts exposed drove me wild, but that was as close as I ever got to realizing any of my fantasies. Even so, I was happy because she accepted my fantasies and would sometimes encourage me to think of them because she liked the way I would always make love to her with such visions burning in my mind's eye.

I accepted that I would never get to see Lyndsey with anyone else and really never expected it to happen, however her Achilles' heel - alcohol - had a big part to play in what happened next. My fantasies and Lyndsey's acceptance of them had rekindled our love life, but a few months after it began to return to the old routine of before. I confided in my parents that our marriage was losing some it's sparkle, and they offered to have the kids overnight occasionally, now that they were growing a little older. That way we could have dinner parties, or even weekends together. I went home and suggested the idea to Lyndsey and she agreed that we should take them up on the offer.

Money was tight, so weekends away were difficult but we decided to throw a dinner party for some friends of ours, which went very well. Next we had a barbecue and again it was a great success. It soon became a regular thing, and we always enjoyed ourselves, despite Lyndsey having to be careful not to drink too much. Most of our friends were couples, which was great for both of us as we always had some same-sex company, but one night after a barbecue all the girls went home early, leaving just Lyndsey and I with two of my buddies, Jason and Leighton.

Jason was a quiet guy, a bit of a geek really, but I had known him since college and liked him a lot. He had never married, despite having a couple of girlfriends. He was single again right then, and had been for six months but we always invited him because both Lyndsey and I felt sorry for him.

Leighton was the opposite. He was tall and dark and a real lady-killer. I knew Lyndsey fancied him, and vice-versa but although they would often flirt there was no chance of anything ever happening. Not that Leighton wouldn't like to, he would often comment on how sexy Lyndsey was and how lucky I was to have her, but he would never to anything against me. We had been work-mates years ago and had stayed close friends since. Plus, although Lyndsey admitted to me that she thought he was very sexy, she told me to forget any of my fantasies coming true with Leighton. He was married to a lovely girl called Imogen and there was no chance she would do anything against her friend, even if she was 'that type of girl!' which I knew she wasn't.

This one night however, Lyndsey found herself with the three of us, and as usual Leighton was flirting lightly with her, much to the amusement of Jason and I. She kept topping her vodka and coke up and after a while I noticed that she was drinking a little too much, so I stopped her in the kitchen to point it out. She told me that she felt a little bit uncomfortable with there being no other girls there, so I let her have a couple of drinks more. That was a bit of a mistake. Or not, depending on how you look at it.

Leighton saw that Lyndsey was getting drunk when she next came into the front room where we were sat drinking. She staggered slightly as she sat opposite us and tried to join in our conversation, but Leighton began to tease and flirt with her, commenting on how sexy she looked in the tight t-shirt was wearing. I noticed that her nipples were erect and poking through her bra and shirt, right as Lyndsey also noticed and she covered her modest breasts with her hands, blushing furiously. We all laughed as she dashed upstairs and came back down with yet another drink. She had changed into a baggy pajama top, although she still had her jeans on.

I should describe her at this point I suppose. Lyndsey is of average height, about 5'5" but she is very slender and petite and has a lovely figure to say that she has had two kids. Leighton asked if she still had her bra underneath the pajama top and Lyndsey nodded, reminding him that he had a wife at home! Leighton reminded her that his wife didn't have any breasts (she was very flat-chested, barely an A-cup) so Lyndsey's modest B-cups were quite something to him!

The flirting continued for a while, when Lyndsey's eyes suddenly glazed over and she said she didn't feel very well. I told her off for drinking too much, and she said she had better go to bed. A short while later we could all hear her being sick, and I went upstairs to check on her. She had thrown up (luckily in the toilet) before falling asleep on the bathroom floor, so I picked her up and put her into bed. Before pulling the covers off her, I took her jeans off, tucking her into bed in her pajama top and underwear.

I left the bedroom door open, so I would be able to hear her from downstairs if she called out for me, and returned to the lads downstairs. We were busy playing on my games console, but besides the toilet flushing there wasn't any further noise from upstairs. Jason went up to use the loo, so I asked him to check in on Lyndsey and see if she was back in bed and okay. He walked upstairs and Leighton and I carried on playing the game.

After a few minutes, Jason hadn't returned and Leighton and I joked that he must be taking a crap, but when he still didn't come back a good five minutes later, I thought he might be having a problem with Lyndsey so I went upstairs to see if everything was okay. I found Jason standing in the bedroom doorway, and he spun around as he heard me approach.

"Is she all right?" I asked him as I stood with him in the doorway.

"Y-Yes..." he said, and I saw why he was stammering. Lyndsey had got back into bed, but hadn't covered herself up properly. She was laid on her back, and had her legs open slightly. The pajama top was short anyway, but it had gathered up around her waist, so her black panties were on full show in the dim landing light coming through the open bedroom door.

"Having a good look were you?" I asked him in a mock-tone and Jason started to defend himself saying that he was just checking in on her as I had asked, but I playfully thumped him on the shoulder and told him it was fine. Especially as he hadn't seen any pussy for a while. He sighed in relief, but still looked anxious, so I told him I would give him a treat if he kept it to himself.

I walked over to Lyndsey and shook her gently. As I expected she didn't rouse at all, so I shook her harder and said her name. She groaned at me to leave her alone, only half-conscious and not opening her eyes at all. She closed her legs but rolled on to her side, facing us. I shook her again, but she was in the usual drunken stupor that she always fell into with alcohol, so I beckoned Jason to come a little closer.

"Are you sure?" he whispered. "What if she wakes up and sees me?"

"That won't happen mate," I told him, "When she's like this, she's out for the count."

"She's gorgeous - you're so lucky," Jason sighed as he stood next to me, just a foot or so from the sleeping Lyndsey.

"Thanks," I said as I undid a button on her pajama top. She had her bra on underneath, and I decided to show Jason a little cleavage as a treat. "I'm about to make your night!" He watched silently as I undid the other buttons and gently lifted the pajama top open, then I stopped, shocked as her bare breasts came into view.

She had said she was wearing her bra, but she wasn't! Either she was lying earlier, or she had taken it off because both her breasts were now in full view of Jason and I froze in surprise. I heard Jason gasp at the side of me as he beheld my wife topless for the first time. "I thought she had her bra on," I said to him and he chuckled.

"I'm glad she didn't though," he said quietly. "Fucking hell!"

I felt myself growing hard as we stood there for a minute or so, staring at Lyndsey's naked tits, then I let the top fall back down, covering one breast. I didn't button it back up; afraid of waking her though I knew that wouldn't happen.

"We better go," Jason said. "Leighton will be wondering where we are."

I agreed and we went back downstairs, where Leighton immediately asked us where we had been. Jason looked at me, but I decided not to tell him just yet. We could have a bit of fun, so I winked at Jason and made some excuse up of having a chat in the kitchen and we carried on with the computer game, while Jason went and got us fresh drinks from the fridge. I had left the bedroom door open, and Lyndsey was still partly exposed, so when Leighton went upstairs I asked him to check in on her for me as Jason had done.

Jason came back in and I told him what was happening. He laughed and suggested we wait and see how long Leighton spent upstairs. After five minutes, he still wasn't back so we crept upstairs to see if he was staring just as Jason had done. We got onto the landing, but there was no sign of him. At first I thought he was still in the toilet, but the door was open and the light was off, so I knew exactly where he was.

I pushed the bedroom door open and there he was standing right in front of Lyndsey where we had stood earlier. He looked alarmed at being caught, until Jason laughed and I put a finger to my lips.

"Sorry mate," Leighton apologized as we joined him. "I looked in on her and saw her like this. I couldn't resist having a closer look."

"It's okay," I reassured him and I bent down and lifted her top fully open to reveal both breasts again. Leighton's eyes went wide and he questioned me as Jason had done, but again I told him that when Lyndsey was drunk she was always like this. She would be out for hours, I said.

Lyndsey almost proved me wrong just then, and we all jumped as she groaned and shifted, but she only rolled over on to her back, her legs flopping open again in the comical fashion they had been when Jason first saw her.

"God, I wish she didn't have those knickers on," Leighton breathed at me, and I chuckled.

"I wish I'd thought to take them off," I admitted and both Jason and Leighton laughed in return.

"Does she shave?" Jason asked out-of-the-blue and Leighton thumped his shoulder, a bit harder than I had done.

"You can tell he hasn't had any pussy in a while," he said apologizing for his friend but I told him to leave Jason alone.

"No," I said, "but she keeps it trimmed." I wondered if I should show them. My hard-on felt like it was going to burst out of my trousers, so I decided to have a bit more fun.

"I prefer them shaved," said Leighton but I told him that I thought he would like Lyndsey's because it was quite neat and tidy.

"Let's have a look then," he dared me so I moved to the foot of the bed, and oh-so-gently eased my fingers into the waistband of her black panties, then pulled them down a little. Lyndsey didn't move, so I eased them down further until her mound was in view, with her curly black-hairs visible to the guys. She kept it trimmed into a neat triangle, because the hair was too course to shave, giving her a rash whenever she had tried it for me.

I couldn't get them any further down because her legs had flopped open, so I asked Leighton to push her legs in. He grimaced nervously as he gingerly pulled her knees together, so I could ease her knickers right down, until finally I got them down to her ankles and then all the way off.

I stepped back, and Leighton and Jason both moved closer to have a better look. Leighton even bent down to look really closely, and then we all jumped again as Lyndsey suddenly stretched, only to settle with her legs opened again. Now the view was amazing. Lyndsey was laid on her back, with her top butterflied open, displaying her pert, little breasts with their pink nipples and her legs were opened quite wide, displaying not only her triangle of dark curls, but her lovely pink labia too.

"Fuck me!" Jason breathed, and Leighton exclaimed something similar under his breath.

"You lucky bastard," Jason went on to say and Leighton put an arm around his shoulders and teased him about this being the closest he had come to pussy for months.

"Nice body! She looks tight," Leighton said to me quietly as we all stood there drinking in my wife's nakedness. I laughed and said that she was.

"Not bad for two kids, eh?" I bragged and they both nodded. "I suppose we should go back down now?"

Jason and Leighton both groaned, but we returned to the front room. It was time for yet more drinks, because we were too distracted now to carry on playing on the X-box. We ended up discussing women, and the subject turned inevitably to sex. Leighton asked me if Lyndsey was as good a lay as what she looked, and I told him she was great - despite never having any other guys bar me.

Jason already knew this, but Leighton looked at me amazed. "Really? So she was virgin when you... Wow man, you really are a lucky fucker!"

We all laughed, and turned to discussing some of Leighton's exes and his current wife who he stressed was the greatest fuck of his life. Jason divulged some dirt on his loves and shortly afterwards Leighton disappeared to visit the toilet again. The beer was taking it's toll on me now, so I really didn't realize how long he was gone until Jason suddenly brought it up.

"He has been gone awhile, hasn't he," I said. "I wonder if he's having a gawp at Lyndsey again. I better go see."

I trundled off upstairs again, leaving Jason where he was slumped tiredly on the sofa in the living room. We had all downed some serious amounts of beer by now and the drink was having an effect on him as well as me. Again, the bathroom was empty when I reached the landing so I walked into the bedroom to find Leighton sat on the edge of the bed where Lyndsey was still laid out naked. What I didn't expect to see was him touching her. His hand was cupping was one of her breasts and as I was watching him from the doorway he gently squeezed it, and then ran a finger over a nipple, which stiffened in response. Lyndsey didn't move a muscle though; she was well out of it.




Sweet Dreams



Leighton reached over with his other hand, feeling both of her breasts now and I watched as one of the fantasies I had harbored for some long came true before my eyes. My gorgeous, innocent wife was being fondled by another man. My cock was rock-hard but I resisted the urge to stroke myself as I watched. After a few minutes of squeezing and caressing her tits, Leighton slid a hand down over her belly and onto her hip. After a pause he ran it carefully and slowly over her lower belly, towards her pussy. 

I had a decision to make. Should I stop this before it went too far? How far was too far? He had already felt her breasts. If he felt her pussy was that any different? I was torn, watching as he reached her mound and stroked his fingers through the dark hair covering it. Still Lyndsey didn't move. I took a half-step towards him then stopped again, indecision racking through me. I knew this was wrong, but on the other hand I really wanted to see something happen.

While I was hesitating Leighton moved both hands down and gently prised her thighs further apart, leaning over to have a good look between her legs. Then his hand moved downwards again, stroking over her lips. I couldn't really see what he was doing after that because he leaned further forward, covering my view with his back, so I finally decided to step into the room.

He must have seen the shadow I cast from the landing or heard my approach because he turned and looked straight at me, a surprised look on his face.

"I'm sorry man," he apologized. "I couldn't resist - she's so amazing."

"It's fine," I said as I sat down on the opposite side of the bed to Lyndsey. Part of me was angry with the cock-sure, arrogant Leighton for taking advantage of my wife like this, but another part of me was so aroused, and in the back of my mind was the full knowledge that I would probably never get another chance for this - to see my wife being touched up by another man. "Help yourself," I told him.

Leighton hadn't moved his hand from between Lyndsey's legs all this time, and he looked at me for a moment in the dim light before starting to stroke her pubic hair again. Then he trailed his fingers down her pink lips and back up, rubbing a thumb over her slightly swelling clitoris. Still she didn't move, and Leighton commented on how 'out of it' she was. I could only nod in agreement, because I was just dumbly watching what Leighton's hand was doing on my wife's groin.

I saw Leighton glance at me, but I kept my eyes on his hand. He must have taken that as an okay to continue, because he started to press his fingers against her lips, until his finger slipped inside her. I watched mesmerized as he stroked his finger in and out of her a few times, before he added a second and began to work them in and out. I could see her wetness glistening on his fingers and he turned to me and chuckled. "She's so wet! She's getting turned on, although she doesn't know it."

Lyndsey groaned softly then, and Leighton withdrew his hand like he had been burned or something. She didn't open her eyes or anything, and I reassured Leighton that she was probably having dirty dreams or something. There was no way she would wake up, I had seen like this enough times to know that once she was out like this she would be comatose for hours.

"Are you sure?" Leighton asked and when I nodded, he started to play with her pussy again, somewhat gingerly at first in case she woke up, but Lyndsey was silent again now, so he resumed fingering her as he had been doing before. "You should go get Jason, he would love this."

I didn't want to shout down to him, in case it did rouse Lyndsey slightly, so I left Leighton to what he was doing and went downstairs to fetch my other, sex-starved buddy. When I got downstairs the X-box game we were on was playing to itself, and Jason had nodded off on the settee where I had left him. I was going to wake Jason up straightaway but I held back. Leighton was on his own now upstairs with Lyndsey and the thought of what he might do to her made me shiver with excitement. I wanted to give him a little while alone with her, so I visited the toilet, and grabbed myself a drink to waste as much time as possible before waking Jason.

A good ten or fifteen minutes had passed with no call from upstairs, so I decided to wake Jason and see what was going on up there. I shook my dozing friend's shoulder and he jumped and looked at me with the confused just-woken-up look.

"Hey, you've got to come and see this!" I told him and he rubbed his eyes and asked me what was up. "Lyndsey's what's up. Come and see." As we walked upstairs I had no idea what I would find Leighton doing to my wife. Jason asked me what was going on, and I told him to wait and see, but he would love it. We walked into the bedroom, and Jason exclaimed under his breath at what he saw.

Leighton had pulled Lyndsey's legs right apart and had his mobile phone out taking pictures of her spread-eagled naked on the bed. The phone had a light on it, which lit her up beautifully, exposing her small but perfect breasts and the dark triangle of hair in its pale glow.

"Don't worry," Leighton said as we both came closer. "I won't show them anyone."

"Whoa!" Jason said. "She's really wet." She was, her pubes were wet and sticky and I noticed that Leighton had a silly grin on his face, so I guessed what had happened before he even said anything.

"She tastes as good as she looks. I had a little lick while you were downstairs. What were you doing down there for so long anyway?" Leighton asked, and I told him that I had just been to the toilet and got a fresh beer. "I hope you don't mind?" he said and he put the phone down on the bed, and leaned in between her legs.

"What?" said Jason, looking at me in alarm. "Are you okay with this?"

"He's already fingered her too," I explained. "She'll be out for hours, so she'll never know. Don't worry about it."

Leighton started to lick her clit, and Lyndsey moved slightly on the bed, another moan escaping her lips. "She's waking up," hissed Jason and Leighton looked up from where he was laid, Lyndsey's juices wet around his lips.

"Don't worry. She's out for the count mate," Leighton said softly. "She's just dreaming because of what I'm doing. I wonder if she could cum while she's like this?" He returned to lapping at her pussy and Jason laughed to himself in disbelief.

"This is cool," he said to me. "You're so lucky getting to bang this every night." I wished I did bang Lyndsey every night. Those days were long gone, but I didn't tell them that.

"Feel her tits Jase," said Leighton from where he was, head between my unconscious wife's thighs. "They're so firm, it's unbelievable."

Jason looked at me and I told him to 'be my guest' so he sat on the near side of the bed and cupped a breast in each hand. I swear I saw his hands tremble as he did so, and a shiver through him as he said the words 'fuck me' under his breath. He kneaded and squeezed them gently, and then after watching Leighton lick her out for a minute, he bent his head and took one of her already erect nipples into his mouth.

My boxer shorts were at bursting point, my cock was that hard. I was aching to get it out, so when Leighton paused from what he was doing for a moment to unbuckle his jeans, I was relieved. He pulled his trousers and shorts down to his knees, and I saw that he too was erect. I had seen Leighton's cock before and it was a similar size to mine - about 6" and pretty average really.

"Sorry man," he said. "But I'm going to have a wank or something or I'll cum in my pants." He took his cock in his hand as he lay back on the bed, on his side now so he could stroke himself as he continued to lick Lyndsey's cunt. I took my trousers and shorts down, then right off so I wouldn't trip over them. Now that Leighton had got his cock out, I didn't feel so embarrassed about doing the same. I stood and watched my two best friends enjoying Lyndsey's body, gently wanking myself off like Leighton was.

Jason looked up at me, and his eyes opened wide when he saw me with my cock out. He looked at Leighton who was playing with himself too, and then back at me. "Are you going to fuck her?" he asked me with shock in his voice.

I hadn't even thought about that, but it was a good idea. It was a damn site better than jerking myself to orgasm, I just didn't know if I could screw her with my two friends there. Plus, while Lyndsey would never know that we had sucked her tits and licked her pussy when she woke up, she might know that she had been screwed if we fucked her. Surely she would notice cum leaking out of her when she came around. What about if we didn't cum in her though?

There was no way she would wake up, I knew that. I made my mind up and told Leighton, who was now looking at me in interest, to move aside. He shifted to the other side of the bed from Jason so that Lyndsey was laid out between my two pals. He sat there playing with himself slowly still, while Jason started to remove his own trousers too. I climbed on the bed and sank my aching cock into my wife's familiar pussy. She was absolutely soaking wet, probably partly from arousal and partly from Leighton's spit.

"Go on, fuck her," Leighton urged as I started to pump in and out of her. I wasn't far from orgasm before I had even got on the bed so I knew I wouldn't last long, but literally within a minute I could feel myself rising to the occasion and I had to stop and pull out for minute.

"Don't cum in her mate," warned Leighton. "She's sure to know we've done something then." I told him I had already thought of that as I shoved myself back into her. I lifted her thighs up and screwed her slowly, drawing myself all the way out and shoving it all the way in, right up to the hilt, getting every bit of pleasure I could before I came. When I did feel myself about to spurt, I pulled out and caught myself, my warm seed spilling into my palm. As I moved off the bed to the quiet applause from my two friends, I noticed that a little cum had landed on her thigh, which I wiped off and then I looked down at my pretty little wife. She was laid out, utterly starkers and completely unaware that she was being molested by my two friends, and had just been shagged by her husband.

I made my apologies and went to the bathroom to clean myself up, but as I did Leighton stopped me. "What now?" he asked and I shrugged. I knew what he wanted me to say. He wanted me to say that he could fuck her too. Leighton was a horny bastard at the best of times. I didn't want to actually say that he could screw her, but if he did I wouldn't stop him.

I just waved my hand at Lyndsey, non-committally and I went to the bathroom. Let him make of the gesture as he would. My heart was pounding as I cleaned myself up, and not just from the orgasm. Again, I left it a good few minutes before I returned and the whole time my mind was racing with what might be going on in the other room. I knew Jason wouldn't do anything without my absolute say-so but Leighton was a different kettle of fish. It had only been ten minutes since I had cum, but already was cock was starting to stiffen with anticipation of what he might be doing to her.

It was with some trepidation and excitement that I re-entered the bedroom, still naked from the waist down and at first glance I thought Leighton was fucking her. He had slid her down the bed, until her legs were hanging off the foot of the bed, with just her buttocks and back on the bed itself. They had also shifted her sideways, so that one arm was hanging from the edge too. And she still hadn't woken up. Her head was tilted sideways towards me, and she had a dreamy, serene look on her face, completely unaware of what was happening to her.

Leighton was standing between her splayed thighs. He wasn't fucking her, but he was rubbing the tip of rock-hard penis up and down against her swollen labia. When he hit her clitoris, Lyndsey gave a little moan, causing Jason to jump nervously and Leighton to chuckle. Jason was standing by her head, pulling himself off. Jason's cock wasn't massive but it looked slightly bigger than mine and Leighton's. I could tell what Jason was imagining, as he pointed his cock right in her face, the end almost touching her lips several times as he swayed slightly.

Leighton looked at me as I stood next to him. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was waiting for me to give him the go-ahead to screw my wife. I wasn't going to though. I wasn't going to tell him to do it, but if he asked me I would let him or if he just did it, I wouldn't stop him. I looked at the end of his cock, coated now in her pussy juices and I didn't object to what he was doing. He picked up on this, and I watched as he continued to rub his dick against her.

"So fucking sexy," Leighton murmured to me and I noticed him pushing his erection harder against her. As he drew it down, the end slipped out of sight into her folds for a moment, then he pulled it out and rubbed it up over her clit again. He repeated the movement, his purple end barely slipping into her and then he moved his hand away, so that both hands were on Lyndsey's hips and his cock was standing horizontal, the end just inside her. If he had pushed forward just slightly, he would have been fucking her and I could sense that he had to hold back.

Again, I saw him turn and look at me, but I feigned total indifference to what he was doing. I was trying to give him the impression that it was fine to screw her without actually saying anything. I pretended that nothing was wrong; making it obvious that I had seen Leighton's cock nestled in her folds, but at the same time saying absolutely nothing about it. I looked at Jason, who was looking down at his erection where it was poised right in front of her peaceful face.

"I can tell what you're thinking," I said to him, and Jason looked at me as though surprised as though he had forgotten Leighton and I were there.

"Is Leighton screwing her?" Jason asked, leaning over to look across between her legs.

"Just about," I replied, swiftly returning the subject of conversation back to him. "I bet you want to cum on her face, don't you?" Leighton laughed as I said that, and Jason laughed along, replying that he might do if he wasn't careful. By now Jason was more confident, having watched me do Lyndsey, and now he could see that Leighton was almost helping himself to her.

I started to stroke my slowly re-hardening member, and stood alongside Jason. He moved aside to let me near to her face, and I rubbed my cock against her lips. Still, Lyndsey didn't wake up as I knew she wouldn't. I reached down and opened her mouth a little. She resisted slightly in her sleep but I managed to get the tip of my cock in her mouth, and I continued to rub it against the inside of her lips. I didn't want to stick it in too far, and gag her so I moved aside and let Jason back into her face, who rubbed his cock against her lips the way I had.

"Stick it in her mouth, Jase," said Leighton as I walked back to see what he was up to between her legs. "It's okay, isn't it?" he asked me and I said that they could do whatever they wanted. Jason shoved his cock into her mouth, opening her mouth the way I had done. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he moved the end of his cock in and out of her mouth, and Leighton leaned forward to have a look. "Top man!" he congratulated Jason, but I noticed that as he leaned forward, his cock slid deeper into Lyndsey. His dick was wet and slick, all the way up to his pubes, so he must have shoved it into her before that when I wasn't looking.

Again, I said nothing in objection. Leighton was standing straight again, but his dick was still halfway inside her and when he looked at me looking down, I spoke to him as though it was perfectly normal for him to be doing what he was doing. "What do you reckon?" I asked him casually. "Not bad to say she's had two kids, eh?"

"Top quality, mate," Leighton agreed. Then he shoved himself deeper inside her, all the way in, still holding onto her hips. He pulled out, and then shoved himself in again. "Very nice," he commented. I couldn't believe it. My fantasy was coming true before my very eyes. Lyndsey was being fucked by another man, and I was getting to watch.

"I have to admit," Leighton said to me, as he continued to stroke himself in and out of her, "I've always wanted to screw your Lyndsey."

"Be my guest, mate," I finally told him to do it and Leighton turned his attention back on to what he was doing, ignoring me as he started to fuck her steadily. Jason stopped what he was doing, just wanking himself like I was doing as we both watched Leighton screw Lyndsey. He started to pump a little harder, and when Lyndsey still didn't wake, only moaning gently, he became a little braver and thrust into her with some zest, finally pulling out and spraying his cum all over her lower belly and pubes.

"Sorry," Leighton stepped back, and looked at me. "I couldn't help myself. I..."

I held a hand up and stopped his apology. "It's fine. I would have done the same with your lass." I pointed towards his cum which was dribbling down off her pussy. "I'm not cleaning that up for you, though."

Jason laughed as he re-entered the bedroom. I hadn't even seen him leave, but he had a tissue in his hand. "I'm not bothered," he declared, and stepping between Lyndsey's legs himself, he mopped up Leighton's spunk.

"Are you going to have a go?" Leighton asked Jason, and my jaw dropped when Jason looked at me with raised eyebrows for approval. It was very unlike the Jason I knew to be so forward, so who was I to deprive him of a bit of fun? Besides, the deed had been done now. There was no going back.

"Far be it from me to stop you," I said. "It'd hardly be fair for Leighton to have a go and then not let you, would it?"

Jason tossed the sticky, crumpled tissue at Leighton and asked me to help him turn her over. While Leighton went to clean himself up and dispose of the tissue, we lifted her gently and rolled her on to her front, so that she was bent over the bed. Then Jason entered her from behind, and fucked her surprisingly roughly. Lyndsey moaned and groaned in her sleep a few times as he shagged her and I wanked myself furiously at the sight.

"I'm going to cum," Jason announced after he had pounded her hard for a while. I thought about telling him to pull out, but decided I wanted to see him cum inside her. Seeing Leighton's cum all over her pubes was good, but I wanted to see another man's spunk dribble from her pussy lips.

"Cum inside her if you want," I said. "I'll tell her that it was me. She won't know the difference, will she?"

"Are you sure?" Jason asked me and when I nodded he pushed inside her hard and deep and let out a low groan of his own as he emptied his seed into my wife's well-fucked cunt.

"Good man," Leighton said to Jason as he entered the room, and I told him that I was going to tell Lyndsey that it was mine if she queried anything tomorrow. She wouldn't be able to remember much, so I would say that we had made love before she passed out.

Jason finally withdrew, and I moved behind him to watch his man-juices run from between her pussy lips. It oozed out, running down her thigh and the sight of it made me cum too. I pointed my cock at her pussy and my spunk streamed out, splashing against her arse and running down her crack to join Jason's, trickling down her leg.

Afterwards, the three of us worked together to clean Lyndsey up, and we put her in bed, still naked, but covered with the sheets. We dressed and shared one last drink together, vowing to keep what we had done a secret.

"Did you enjoy it?" Leighton asked me suddenly, out of the blue and I nodded. There was no point in denying it. We all knew what we had done was wrong, but it had just gone too far, too fast.




Sweet Dreams



"I don't regret it though," said Jason. "I've always fancied her. Thanks!" he said to me and I thanked them back for a good night, although it felt strange to do so.

"We should do it again, maybe?" said Leighton and I couldn't help but agree. The sight of Lyndsey being screwed was still playing over and over in my mind, and despite having cum twice already, the thoughts were still making me aroused.

"Maybe," I said to them both as they prepared to leave. "We'll see. I'd rather she was awake and fucking you, but she's too prudish to ever let that happen."

Leighton showed me a picture on his phone, of a naked Lyndsey with her legs spread and her dark bush in full view. "Don't worry about these either. Personal wanking material only, I promise."

"You can send them to me," Jason said and I repeated it. "In fact," I added. "Next time, we should video it or something." The two guys agreed and left, leaving me alone with another growing hard-on, but also a growing sense of guilt at what I had let happen.

Tomorrow would be an interesting day; in fact the future looked very interesting full stop. Would I let it happen again? I didn't know, and I also didn't know what the aftermath of all this would be. But I was about to find out. 



Sweet Dreams



"Damn it has been a long night. I hate being in the field,' I think to myself as I stagger through the door to my barracks room and throw my ruck sack and duffle bag down on the floor, along with my vest and helmet. I stretch, my arms up above my head and my back arched, my muscles stiff from carrying all my gear to my room. I lean back and yawn, my hands on my hips, various joints popping, my breasts straining against my uniform. 

I shrug off my jacket and move around to plop on the side of my bed. I unlace my boots and take off my socks, wriggling my toes happily as I toss my socks into the hamper. I stand and quickly toss off the rest of my uniform, breathing freely as I sit on the couch and light a cigarette. I yawn and lean my head back, my left hand idly trailing my fingers over my bare stomach and chest, my right holding my smoldering cigarette. 

I peer through slitted eyes in the direction of the bathroom, knowing I need a shower, but trying to muster the energy to actually take one. I sigh and turn my head away, glancing over at my unmade bed, and thinking of the last time I lay there with you. A small smile plays on my lips as I get a flash of my right leg up against the wall and my hands clinging to the small wooden slats of my headboard, feeling your lean, sweaty body working above mine. My tongue plays along my lips and I suck the end of my cigarette almost seductively as I get lost in the memory of sensations for a moment.

I can almost feel your soft, warm lips caressing mine as the sweat of your body drips down and rolls over my sides. My hands clench instinctively as I imagine them gripping your sides, pulling you harder into me, my hips arched under you, urging you deeper into my body. The satisfying pain of your large cock ramming into the back walls of my pussy, my muscles clenching around your huge girth, feeling stretched and full and complete. 

I open my eyes and shake my head, tossing my cigarette in a mostly empty Gatorade bottle before struggling up from the couch and slouchingmy way into the bathroom. I sigh and turn the water on in the shower and shift to the mirror as I wait for it to get hot. I barely register seeing myself as I reach above my head to let down my hair. Using the mirror more out of habit then necessity I take out all the clips and throw them on the counter before struggling with the rubber bands around my short little pony tail. 

My too short to reach a pony tail bangs falling free in my face already. I glance up, my 38 C breasts shaking in the mirror with my struggles, my large dark nipples stiffening slightly, and I smile a little to myself, watching them. I meet the gaze of my blue-green eyes, slightly slanted like cat eyes, and fringed with long, naturally curled up dark lashes in my reflection for a moment, my small, rose-bud mouth pursed in effort below my slightly crooked nose. I toss a lock of black-cherry dyed hair out of my eyes as I look up to the tangle of hair and bands, and curse quietly to myself. 

"Damn. I knew I shouldn't have used two, but one never holds my hair up well enough. My hair is too damn silky to be tamed very easily. Always falling down. I can't wait until this shit grows out again." I finally yank them out, along with a small portion of my hair, and I run my fingers through my now free tresses, pulling them down straight until they brush softly over the tops of my shoulders. 

I can still smell a hint of shampoo in my hair from where it was protected in the middle of my pony tail from the Texas dust and dirt. I feel a few free strands fall down and tickle over my barley rounded stomach and narrow waist, even more down my back and over my rounded bottom. I brush myself off with my hands, wondering how in the world I am not bald yet from so much hair falling out all the time, as I scratch idly at a tickle spot right on the tattoo on my lower back. 

I test the water with my free hand, adjusting it slightly before stepping under the hot spray, purring lightly at the delicious feeling of the hot, pounding water rinsing away all the salty sweat and dirt from my naturally soft skin.

I raise my five foot three frame up on my tip-toes, bringing my head and skin closer to the beating shower head, my eyes closed in contentment as I wet my whole body down. I lean over and grab a bottle from the floor as I squirt some Axe body wash onto my fluffy pink loofah. I begin to rub the white suds over my arms and chest, turning away from the water for a moment in my large, stand up shower. 

I move my loofah lower, soaping up my belly and ducking down for a moment between my legs, closing my eyes and remembering your soapy body pressed against my back in this very shower, your large masculine hands rubbing the soap over my body and down between my legs. 

I lean back against the wall, one hand gripping the bar on the wall as the other moves the loofah slower up and down over the front of my body, the rough material stimulating my skin as I periodically move it between my thighs and over the full lips of my pussy. I sigh after a few minutes and open my eyes, reaching for the razor to shave the stubble that I grew in the field off my crotch, since it is already thoroughly soapy. 

My eyes start growing a little glassy again as I recall being on my knees right here, lovingly shaving the hair off your crotch for you,your cock standing tall and proud, little bubbles of soap rolling off the sides of it. I bite my lip and growl softly, cursing the separation between us.

My now black, wet hair hangs down over my face as I shave myself quickly, trying to ignore the slippery lips between my fingers as I try to remove the hair. As I begin shaving the inside curve of my outer pussy lips, I notice that the slipperiness isn't as much soap as it is me, and I sigh in exasperation as I quickly rinse my now smooth pussy and try not to think about it. I grumble about the fucking Army to myself as I try to finish my shower in peace so that I can go to bed, with no more sex flash backs of you and I. 

I have been planning on not masturbating for the two months we are to be separated, to let myself build up for when I see you again, but being back in my room where we had last spent our time together is making it very difficult. It feels like you have been gone for a lot longer then two weeks.  I am torn between sadness and overwhelming hornyness half the time, and wondering what the future holds the rest. I try to ignore the cries from my body as I run my towel over my curves, drying myself off briskly before falling back naked on my bed. I pull the covers up over my body and I can suddenly smell you all around me. Your scent lingers on my sheets and my blanket, and all in my pillow. I close my eyes and almost cry from frustration, breathing heavily through my nose as I am wrapped in your essence. 

I moan into the folds of my blanket, my hands moving over the roundness of my breasts, imagining that it's your larger hands moving over me. I play roughly with my nipples, my breaths coming shorter as I bite my lip and move my right hand down further,playing over my stomach and teasing myself. I gasp as I move my middle finger down between the folds of my pussy lips and encounter the wetness already forming at my core. 

I picture the firm head of your cock pushing at my entrance as I run my finger in a circle over my hole, covering it in my moisture before moving up and rubbing my clit softly in a circular motion. My thighs spread of their own accord, giving myself better access as I suddenly slide my finger down and plunge into my depths. 

My left hand grasps at my left breast, cupping it roughly before tweaking my nipple, the sharp pain jolting straight down my stomach to my pussy as my right hand moves my fingers faster and rougher over my clit. My head is pressed back into the pillow, my eyes shut as I am picturing your body poised over mine, my nails raking over the tattoo on the top of your shoulders. I can almost taste the sweat of your neck in my mouth and hear your growls and pants ringing in my ears, your smell all around me as I dip my fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy, coming up to abuse my clit. 

I feel the familiar spiral of pleasure start in my lower stomach as my body arches. My left hand grips my breast harder, my hips coming off the bed as I rub my clit faster, my pussy feeling empty and gaping and hungry for you. My hips begin to rock against my hand, the wetness trickling down the crack of my ass as I gasp and moan, pressing harder against myself. 

My face turns and presses into my pillow as I breath heavily, your scent all around me and mixed with the rising smell of my arousal. My still damp hair flows over my face and down into the hollow of my neck, a light sheen of sweat forming over my naked body as I writhe against my satiny blanket.

"Oh my God, oh baby yes! Give it to me! Come on you fucking pussy, just like that, come on baby!" I mumble to myself, completely lost in sensation.

My head starts to feel dizzy and the spirals in my stomach move around faster, like a tornado of pleasure, before suddenly exploding and washing over my body. I scream and moan loudly, "Ohhh...ohh...nnnnngggg...ahhhh....Shawnnnnn...."! My body stiffens and I whimper and pant, rubbing myself slower as the last waves crash over my body. I lay back and sigh as they abate, bringing my hand up and slowly licking my juices off my fingers, imagining that it's your huge cock that I am licking my taste off of. 

I finish and lick my lips, stretching and squirming my body contentedly amongst the tangled covers, my pussy lightly throbbing and pulsating. I blink my eyes lazily and grab my phone to set my alarm. As I open my cell, a picture of us two lights up the screen and I smile as I sleepily set the clocks to wake me in the morning. I set my phone next to the bed and curl up around my pillows on my side, my thoughts swirling around you as I drift off to sleep, tangled in the smell of you and I.



Sweet Dreams



I smile as I walk up to you and wrap my arms around your neck. "I've missed you" I say as I lean in and kiss you. 

You kiss me back, biting on my lower lip. "I've missed you too," you say, breaking the kiss and placing a hand on my ass. I moan quietly, look over to the bed and back at you. You smile as you see me look over to the bed and begin to push me towards it. I stop and kiss you. 

"I guess you know what I was thinking." 

"You know what they say, great minds think alike." I kiss you again, your tongue sliding in to my mouth. I moan again and begin to undo your shirt. You continue to push me towards the bed, reaching under my shirt to play with my tits. I run my hands over your chest and wrap my arms around your neck as you push me down on to the bed, pulling you down with me. 

You begin to take off my top, only breaking the kiss to pull me top over my head. I continue to undo your shirt and push it off your shoulders. I smile as I feel you reach under me to undo my bra. I push you off of me and push you down on to the bed. I climb on top of you and begin to kiss your chest. You reach up to undo the clasp on my bra and take it off. I continue to kiss down your chest. I undo your pants and pull them off. I crawl back up to kiss your hardening cock through your boxers. I pull your boxers down with my teeth, revealing you cock.

You pull me back up and kiss me again as you push me over so that you're on top again. You begin to kiss down my collar bone, playing with my tits. You begin to lick and suck on one of my nipples and then move to the other one. I moan and run my fingers through your hair. You kiss down my stomach until you reach my pants. You undo them and pull them down with my panties. I lift my ass off the bed to help you. You come back up and kiss me hard as you spread my legs with your hand, lightly brushing your fingers against my shaved pussy.

I moan as I feel the head of your cock rubbing against the lips of my pussy. "Are you ready?" I close my eyes and nod. You thrust into me slowly and I cry out in pleasure and pain as your cock enters me for the first time, stretching my pussy. You kiss me and wipe away the stray tears as you begin to thrust more of your cock into me. I wrap my legs around you, forcing you deeper in to my pussy. 

"Please fuck me hard and fast." I moan and run my hands through your hair. I arch my back as you begin to fuck me faster. You lean forward and begin to suck on and play with my tits. I moan as I feel your cock begin to throb, realizing I'm getting close.  

"I'm gonna cum." I scream as you continue to fuck me faster. I scream again as I begin to cum, your cock throbbing faster. You thrust hard in to me one last time as you shoot your load into me. 

I moan in disappointment as you pull out of my pussy and lay down next to me, breathing hard. I lay my head on your chest and smile at you. "That was great for a first time. I love you." 

You smile and kiss me. "I love you too."



Sweet Dreams



You would not believe the day I just had. But the trials I went through escape me after coming home to you. Lying there after I drift off to sleep by your side.

It is much later that I open my eyes, and hear your gentle breathing beside me. In the moment I had no thought of the day I had just spent at work. My only thought is of you, and our shared passion. You were so kind and considerate. 

I glance over at the clock and realize I have not been asleep so long. It is only eight and I realize I am starving, and wonder for a moment how you spent your day. 

I glance over at your sleeping form and want nothing more to snuggle up to you, but I stop myself wondering how I can return the loving care you showed me tonight.

I carefully slip out of bed, careful not to wake you. A little concerned of what you might think if you awoke and I was not there, but I will only be gone for a moment.

I slip down to the kitchen and open the fridge, not sure what I may have. I shiver as I realize how cool I am getting standing there naked in the light of the refrigerator. I pull out a few things, and set them on the counter, then go to the pantry and find the bed table.

I take a moment to arrange it just right and then pick up the tray table and head back to the bedroom. You are so delicious sleeping there. I set the table on the floor, and crawl back in next to you. In your sleep you move away. I laugh and can not blame you. It is chilly in the house tonight.

I move close to you, brushing against you. This time you turn towards me, and your arm pulls me against you. I work my way over and start gently kissing your face. I do not want to startle you awake. I want you to wake gradually, pleasantly. 

I kiss your mouth, your chin, your nose, very softly but constantly. You stir a little. You move towards me slightly and I wonder if you are waking or incorporating the sensations into some far away dream. 

I blow softly in your ear a little and continue to work my way around your features. My hands start running them over your chest. I allow my nails to trip lightly against your skin. You stir a little more. Your eyes are not open yet. 

I press my open mouth against your lips, letting my tongue trace your closed ones. I run my tongue along the crease where your lips meet, and yours slowly open a little. You stir. 

I continue moving my hands; my tongue slowly sweeping back and forth across your lips. They open a little more and I allow just the tip of my tongue to enter your mouth. I hope you wake soon; for although I am enjoying myself, I have other plans. So I control the urge to sink my tongue deep into your warm mouth. Your eyes open a little. I don't think you are quite awake yet. So I continue lightly as sleep falls from you. Slowly waking dawns on you. You become aware of me. I find your tongue reaching out to meet mine, and I pull away and smile at you. 

Keeping my voice soft I urge you to sit up. At first you resist; trying to pull me back down to you. I lean over and give you a deep kiss and sit up. "Come on honey, sit up."

Slowly you scoot yourself into a sitting position, resting your back against the headboard. I smile at you and reach down and put the tray of food across your lap. Then I take my place across the small table from you; sitting back on my heels straddling your legs.

I am a little ashamed that I did not have better to offer you. I had not thought ahead so the mix is kind of strange, and I have no idea what you like to eat.

You survey the combination and laugh. There are some strawberries, grapes and a couple of bananas, and when you have fruit you must always have whipped cream. There are also some cold cut meat slices, and some cheese, a couple of rolls, and a piece of cherry chocolate cake. Actually I didn't think I did so bad for a spur of the moment thing, but was a bit put out that I couldn't find any vegetables in the house, that weren't frozen or canned.

You reach for a piece of cheese. I lean across the table and push your hands back with a devilish smile, and pick up the cheese and bring it to your lips. After you take it into your mouth, I run my finger over your lips as you chew. 

Then I hold a strawberry over the whip cream and you nod. So I dip it in and then place the strawberry half in my mouth, before leaning forward toward you. The cream covered tip extends towards you, inviting you to take it from my mouth into yours.

I lean towards you a little more. You smile at me for a moment, then lean forward and take the tip of the offered berry into your mouth biting down, leaving me the other half to enjoy. Ah, but there is a hint of whip cream left on my lips. I look deeply into your eyes my tongue slips out to remove it.

I am notice my thoughts drifting from the food to other things, and I refocus myself. Picking up a piece of meat and offering it to you. Leaning forward, you take it, sucking my fingers into your mouth as well.

I laugh a little and draw my fingers from your mouth, so that you may eat your food. I continue to feed you this way; offering you little pieces of cheese, meat, strawberries. I offer you a little of the wine we had earlier, but my hand in not too steady, and you dribble a little. You look for a napkin for a moment only to find me there, cleaning the little traces of wine from your chest with my mouth, mixing in little kisses along the way. I work my way to the corner of your mouth. 

I start to pull away to continue, but you reach out to me. I answer your lips with a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues meet and I become lost in the moment, until I start to shift my body to get closer, and bump into the table. 

I am brought back to the sweet moment we are in and laugh at my own impatience. I sit back on my heels and contemplate the tray of food. I pick up one of the rolls and tear off a little piece and eat it, then tear off a little piece for you and place it in your open mouth. 

Ah but I am not quick enough and you catch my fingers again. I smile as I remove them. You chew your bread and I place my fingers in my mouth and suck on them a moment, tasting myself as you just tasted me.

I break off a small piece of cake for you and notice how my fingernail sinks into the frosting. I hold it up to you. It is just a tiny piece but that is all that it needs to be. It is so sweet. 

As I draw my fingers away this time, you catch them. Examining them you see how the frosting is caught beneath my nail and place the offending finger into your mouth and suck deeply on it. I feel a little shiver run down my back. 

I wonder if this is having the same affect on you that it is having on me. I contemplate the food remaining. I can not skip the banana, I think as I pick up the ripe yellow fruit. I contemplate it then peel it. I almost afraid to look at you right now. I wonder if you are really enjoying this as much as I am or are you humoring me.

I contemplate the banana a moment, without looking at you; holding it out in front on me. Slowly I take the end of it in my mouth, letting my lips gently close around it. Then I look at you for a moment, not sure how to read the expression on your face. Then I open my mouth and push the banana in just a bit further and close my lips around it once more.

I close my eyes for a moment. Imagining it was not a banana in my mouth but you. Suddenly I wanted to take it deeper. I feel myself tense and I know I can not play like this much longer. I look over at you, then sit back on my heels, knowing you can not fail tonotice how hot and moist I have become when I rest on your bare legs. 

I take the banana from my mouth for a moment, and hand it to you. You look at me puzzled for a moment and I smile moving the table to the floor.

My concern vanishes as I do so, finally seeing you hard and ready for me.

I move towards you, still straddling your legs. I move as close to you as I dare to get. Sitting up on my knees, so close, that if I lower myself at all you would enter me. But I don't. I sit there and turning towards your hand, opening my mouth, waiting for you. 

You look for a moment from me to the fruit in your hand and then slowly place the tip of it on the edge of my lips. I kiss it gently while looking into your eyes and lowering myself just a hair so I can feel your hardness beneath me. 

You move the banana away and I straighten my legs; breaking the brief contact. You move it towards me again. I open my mouth to accept the fruit. This time you put it a hair deeper and in response I lower myself down a little further this time. Feeling your head push into me slightly. You push the banana in a little further and I lower myself again, resisting the urge to lower myself completely on you.

Next you pull it out a little, beginning to understand the game I had set up here. So despite my longing to drop further it was a sweet torture as I pull myself back up a little. Then you thrust the fruit deep into my mouth and I dropped down on you as I have been longing to do since we started. 

I sit there, feeling you deep with in me, wanting to move, but waiting. You get a twinkle in your eyes as you slowly, very slowly start pulling the banana from my mouth then almost painfully slowly I lift my weight up, sliding away from you. 

Suddenly you pull the banana quickly from my mouth, and for a moment, I feel the panic that I had done something wrong, but before I can fully pull up and free of you, you push your finger into my mouth. I sucked down on it as I judge its depth and try to place you equally within me. 

You play with me for a few minutes, pulling your finger in and out, without rhyme or reason. Although it was a sweet torture I wonder if you are not as ready as I had first thought. I don't know how much more of this my body can take. 

Just when I think I won't be able to control myself, a pattern begins to emerge; your hand moving in and out slow and deep. There are no more pauses, each thrust of your finger goes further into my mouth and slides back almost to my lips. I pick up the rhythm, lowering myself to match your finger's movement. 

I begin to feel you thrusting up to meet me, and with that comes the first intense wave within myself as my body meets yours. Your finger moves faster and faster and I match you stroke for stroke. I push down against you as you push up to meet me. 

I am afraid I can not last much longer. My legs are beginning to tire, my muscles tense against the unaccustomed activity. But I want to see this through and continue to find the strength to keep up with you. Suddenly I notice your finger was no longer in my mouth and before I can think I feel you exploding within me and I shutter feeling myself explode. I leaned forward and kiss you thrusting my tongue deep within your mouth, clinging to you.

When we finally break apart I look at you with wonder, hoping I have pleased you, knowing that in doing so I have pleased myself as well.



Sweet Dreams



Once again I flipped the sheet off and for the briefest moment, as the thin material stirred the air, I felt the coolness pass over my warm, sticky flesh. I felt my nipples harden to the cool air. Although it was short-lived as the heat and humidity quickly settled over me like another blanket. My nipples remained pointed and hard. Their tingling began to niggle at me. Glancing at the clock, I tried to ignore the sensation, their need. But as I lay there staring at the shadows on the ceiling, you came to mind. 

Your smile, your voice in my ear, and suddenly the sensations intensified. My nipples tightening even more, the flesh puckering into diamond hard peaks. As I lie there, thinking of you, my fingers began to trace over my body; slowly dragging over my rib cage to the swell of the underside of my breast. Tracing around the dark areola I sighed. My breath catching as the edge of my nail grazed the stiff nub.

I wondered if you were doing the same. Laying naked in the darkness; awake, staring at the shadows with unseeing eyes. Were you thinking of me? Were your hands touching you as I would?

Suddenly I saw you.

Stretched out in bed with your hands clasped behind your head. The sheet lay haphazardly over your hips. You were staring at the ceiling. I heard you sigh softly.

As the drapes danced in the breeze, I felt it passing over my naked body. But it was... different, cooler. And I could smell the change in the air. Gone were the familiar aromas of the city, of my room. Replaced by, pine trees. 

I knew. Somehow, I'd gone to you. Truly impossible, yes. But I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, I was no longer in my home, in my bed. Instead, I was standing in your room. At the foot of your bed. I felt the forgeign carpet beneath my feet. Looking down, my toes wiggled into the plush fibers and I smiled.

Then something caught your eye. As you looked at me, the corner of your mouth lifted in a half smile. A sad, "if only" sort of smile. Not believing, you turned your eyes back to the ceiling. The bed dipped as I kneeled on to the end and again you looked at me again. You grinned as I dragged the sheet slowly away from you. I took in the sight of your naked body, glistening in the darkness. Beckoning me. Drawing me closer. As my eyes finally made their way back your face, your eyes were closed, but you were smiling.

"Dreaming," you said as if to convince yourself.

"No," I whispered. Moving up your body but never touching you. I could feel the heat radiating off you. "I'm really here," I said again.

"Not possible," you argued.

I smiled. Blowing across your chest, I saw you shiver. I saw your nipples harden. "Could a dream make you feel that?"

Stubbornly you answered, "A really good one, yes."

"What about this," I asked and leaned closer, my breath feathering over your lips ever so briefly, before I kissed you. Softly. Slowly. 

You growled and brought your arms around me. Our kiss deepened, intensifying with every moment, though never rushed. Your hand tangling in my hair, cradling me as you kissed me back. Your lips sweet, but not tender as they claimed my mouth.

When you finally pulled away, you looked at me and smiled again. Tucking that rouge strand of hair behind my ear, you caressed my face tenderly. With the ball of your thumb you brushed against my bruised lip. "Maybe a really, really good dream."

"Maybe this can convince you," I said sliding downward. Kissing your chin, your jaw, I could feel your pulse against my lips as I made my way over your throat. Kissing and licking my way down your body. Tasting you. Feeling you. I could hear your breathing change as my body and mouth settled between your legs.

"Still not convinced?" I asked with a grin. 

Though you were smiling, you shook your head and began to say, "Not in..." but the rest was lost to a growl as I slid up your length with a single stroke of my tongue; circling the thick head. Without the slightest hesitation, I took you between my lips. I felt you jerk and twitch in my mouth, making moan me around you. My tongue swirled around and around the head. Your sounds were low and feral as my mouth sank lower on to your cock. Sliding back only to press forward and take that much more of you between my lips.

Deeply content moans and hums vibrate around you. I love doing this to you. I love your feel. I love your taste. I love the way it makes me feel to please you with my mouth. The way your cock makes me so wet. So slick. The way you lift your hips, forcing your way deeper. Your hand gently on the back of my head, feeling the way I move up and down your full length. I can feel you against my tongue, fat and throbbing. I hear you inhale sharply as my hand wraps around your wet shaft. I catch a wink of gold from my bracelet as I began to stroke with fist and mouth.

Holding you in my hand, my tongue playing along the v of the crown, flicking over it, and then flittering lightly over the head. Dropping my fingers, they graze your sac. I heard you groan as I tease the smooth flesh. My nail tracing the separation before wrapping my fingers around them; feeling their weight as they filled with cum.

Pressing my head forward, letting you threaten my throat before chastely sliding back. My eyes meeting yours, smiling around you. My lips catching and tightening around the crown, trapping the head between my lips just before you could slip away from me. Suckling and swirling my tongue. Moaning softly. Then slowly lowering my head again, inching my way down, further and further along your shaft. I feel the ridges passing over my tongue. Your thickness widening my mouth as I near the broad base of your cock. The moan that began to rumble from me now blocked by the head pressing into my throat. Filling me. My tongue pressing against you, my throat contracting, trying to swallow you. My fingers caressing that smooth spot behind your sac. Massaging the soft flesh, then pressing upwards. My jaw tightening around the base as my head bobs forward, deepening you. My tongue stroking; fingers pressing and knead.

I feel you flex and twitch. Your cock thickening. A deep, guttural sound filling the room. That vein throbbing against my tongue, I feel you cumming, even before I can taste you. Your hot seed shooting straight down my throat. I pull back as your cock continues to erupt in my mouth. I taste you, hot on my tongue. My lips tighten, sealing around your pulsating flesh, not wanting to spill a single drop. Drinking from you until you have nothing more to give.

Gently your hands pull me up. Reluctantly let you slip from the warm confines of my mouth with a small playful whimper. I mold my warm body to yours as your mouth seizes mine. I moan deeply. I know you can taste yourself. And this sends a rush through me. 

Your fingers travel down my body. You whisper to me, "You held yourself back, didn't you?" I could only nod. Your light touch stealing the words from me. I moan softly and wriggle wantonly.

"I know you can't help but cum with my cock in your mouth," your hot breath teased my ear. Your fingers playing along my wet lips. Teasing them open even more. The cool night air drifting over that hot, wet flesh.

"You're absolutely dripping," watching me arch and writhe with need. Your lips move against my throat, "Is your cunt throbbing?" Your fingers just barely grazing my clit, making me inhale sharply. 

Another shameless moan. Another stroke of your fingers.

I breathe a shaky, "Yes!" 

I feel you smile as your lips dance over mine. "You need to cum."

Another hoarse "yes" slips from me.

"I bet I wouldn't even need to touch you. I could just whisper in your ear."

"No!" I said desperately, raising my hips to your hand. But to no avail. "No, please." I begged.

"Please, what little one?"

Writhing and squirming beneath you. Breathless and barely able to speak, I managed to gasp, "Please... oh god, please... touch... me." 

"Like this?" You asked just before your fingers sink slowly into me. Your mouth capturing my moan. Deepening yourself into me, until you find that sweet spot. Our tongues slipping over one another. My fingers clutching the sheets. My desperate cries muffled by your mouth crushing down on mine. Your fingers driving into me, pressing, rubbing that hidden nub just inside me. 

My mind screamed, "Oh god! Yes!" 

My body arched sharply as I cum immediately. Hard, fierce. Every muscle tense. Nevertheless, your fingers and mouth never pulling away from me until my trembling body quieted beneath you. Until my desperate cries are tempered and became soft moans of absolute bliss.

As your fingers slid from me, and move up my body, they leave cooling trails along my hot flesh. As you drug them over my lips, you whispered in my ear, "good girl."

Rolling on to me, trapping me beneath you, your hands brought and pinned my arms above my head. Your eyes never leaving mine until you kissed me softly. Our sounds filling the silence. Sucking my lip between yours, pulling and nipping. I feel your restraint, you want to bite. But you don't. As you lowered your head to my breasts, you moved your hips. I felt you against me. Hard, ready, and poised at my entrance. I moaned again, begging with my body. 

In one swift move, your cock slid slowly into me, your teeth clamped around my nipple, hard. Piercing pain as you filled me. I arch and bow, just as eager to move into the pain, as I am to move away from it. You began to fuck me slowly, your teeth gnawing at the hardened flesh between your teeth. Even as your teeth ground harder and more quickly around my nipple, the slow, sensual pace of your cock never changed. Tormenting me with pain, teasing me with pleasure. Driving deep into me with slow determination. Until you could feel those muscles begin to flex and tighten around you. Until I writhed and jerked beneath you. Until my moans and whimpers became loud and frantic.

"Please. I'm... oh... god, I'm cumming again."

I heard you growl, your teeth releasing for a brief moment. The blood rushing through my nipple was as exquisite pain as the pleasure of cumming. As I reached that height of orgasm, you seized my nipple again. Cruelly biting down on it as your cock rammed brutally into me. Making me cry out. Loud. Unrestrained. One desperate moment of unquestionable, completely perfect pain. Not diluted by any measure of pleasure whatsoever. Not until another orgasm ripped through my body. My hips bucked wildly beneath you, my chest heaving with each frenzied breath.

My muscles gripped you tightly, their spasms milking you. 

Your growl so ferocious. Your hips pumped into me forcefully. I felt you burst inside of me. Your hot cum erupting from you as I gushed around you.

Then your hot sweaty body collapses on top of me, as we struggled to catch our breath. You let my arms free only to have them embrace you. Pulling you tighter against me as I kissed your neck softly, I tasted the salt of your flesh. "Believe me now," I teased.

You rolled off me with a chuckle. Pulling me to you, so that my back was pressed against your chest. I felt your breath on my neck, as you wrapped me tightly in your arms. 

"Not in the least," you said against my ear. I could feel you smiling as we both drifted off to sleep.

 *****

Crawling along the floor with my face to the carpet, peering under the bed there was nothing. I can't find it anywhere! I even went so far as to tear the sheets from the bed, tossing the pillows from their cases. It was simply gone! As I raised my hand to my forehead in frustration and confusion I noticed the chaffing around my wrist... what the hell?

With your eyes closed you reached out for me to pull me close again. But there was no one. A disappointed sigh rushed from you. "I knew it," you said rolling on to your back. When your hands slid beneath the pillow to prop your head, your fingers happened along something hard, cold. Curious, you pulled the object from under the pillow. The thick gold bracelet winked and glinted in the morning light. "I'll be damned..."



Sweet Dreams!



Ok all... this is my first submission, I am willing to write more if there is a demand for it. I truly shouldn't be selfish, I should share the stories of the best sex of my life, right? I have had the chance to have some amazing moments with this special person, the kind you dream about...

As I lay sleeping I feel something on my lips, assuming you were kissing me I responded by opening my mouth a little. but unless your tongue got HUGE and HARD there was no way that was your mouth. the sweet salty drop of precum that landed on my tongue confirmed my instincts... you tensed up, not sure how I would react to being woken up in the middle of the night with a hard cock pushing at my mouth... my tongue flicked out of my mouth caressing the head of your cock and taking a mouthful of your flesh... my hand joined my mouth and, though I was still in a fog of sleep, I was soon giving you the deepest, most buck-wild head ever. Your cock was sliding in down the back of my throat, you were slowly fucking my face now. All that was familiar about you inside of me drove me crazy. You had a handful of my hair in your hand guiding my head where it felt best and pulling on my hair, how I like it. your hand has wandered to my pussy, feeling how wet I am you smile and pull on my hair harder... your cock still deep in my throat, I moan and you respond to the heated vibrations my noises cause on your cock.... I don't play any games like I sometimes do.. no stopping and starting this time... I know that the sooner you cum in my mouth the sooner I get to have you hard again and inside me.

as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm your hand stops torturing me and goes straight for my clit... your hand moves in smooth circles around my wet pussy I know what's going to happen.... we're going to cum together, and soon! I felt myself lose control on your cock and suck and fuck you with my hot mouth until we're both cumming so hard I want to scream. you started out with the plan but now I had the agenda... you slide down my body and before you have a chance to relax I slide your cock in my pussy and lay on top of you. we just lay there for awhile, you rubbing your hands up and down my back, my hands in your hair.. both of us recovering from our orgasms. just as I began to relax I felt your cock twitching inside me. it was so incredible, feeling you growing inside me was so fucking unbelievable. soon you were filling me up and little moans began to escape from my mouth.... your hands grabbed my ass and pulled me close to you, hard and fast. that sent me off on a small set of orgasms already... it helped that you were kissing my ear. you seemed to sense that my neck has grown as sensitive and my ears and bit and sucked for all you were worth... giving my wrist the same treatment...then you kissed me until I thought I would pass out. I sat straight up, all of your hard cock buried inside my pussy.... as I pinched and licked my nipples you teased my clit with your finger.

i leaned backwards, my hands behind me and thrust hard... you did then the thing that turns me on most.. you let out a moan. it sounded fucking amazing.... that made me want to ride you so hard... you put your hands on my hips and pulled me towards your body, making sure I was fucking you to the rhythm you want me to, I throw my head back and cry out as your hard cock hurts me, hurts so good... the more I fuck you the more I want it... I can feel my orgasm start to build as you tell me you are about to cum, the feeling of your hot sticky yummy cum filling my cunt is more than I can take and I cum with you, shuddering, losing my balance, legs shaking, the whole time I have my eyes closed... when I open them you are sliding your cock in and out of my pussy, harder and slower this time, you have pushed me down on top of your car and are giving it to me from behind, Dragula is playing, I can feel the engine hot on my body and feel your hot cum dripping out of my pussy, it was so rough, the hard hot steel against my cheek.. I feel like I can't move as you grab my ass so hard it hurts as we cum together again... you fall on top of me, breathing heavy.. when I open my eyes again I am in bed alone in my room... I look next to me to see if you are there... having to prove to myself it was a dream... my hand went to my pussy and proved to me how good the dream was.. I was wet, very wet.

I tried to sleep but was too turned on and had to make myself cum three or four times just thinking of it.

Well, ... it wasn't real and I knew you were in Japan so all I had to replace your hard cock was my battery operated friend and the feel of the mink blanket you gave me on my skin.

I can't wait to go to sleep tomorrow night!



Sweet Dreams!



After the previous days traumatic experience, she was returning home, the head nurse was understanding, as far as she knew, it was just a young girls upset at being stationed in the morgue the previous night, she was never going to let on what really happened.

She had come in prepared to work, just in case, so she was still dressed in her trainee nurses uniform.

Opening the family front door, she crept in, it was still really early and she didn't want to wake anyone.

Creeping by her pesky younger brother's bedroom door, she heard noises from within; the door was slightly open, so peeping inside, she saw her 18 year old brother led on his bed with something brightly coloured wrapped around his hard cock, he was working it up and down, realising with shock that it was a pair of her panties that she had recently worn, not only that, but he had a pair of what she assumed was her worn hose draped over his face, breathing in her pussy scent, groaning as he rubbed his cock.

Now she knew how her panties had got to be so crumpled and stained when she did the wash, it was her teen brothers dried cum in them.

Normally she would have burst in and asked what on earth he was doing and given him a real hard time, but after her traumatic experience of the other night, she was so tired and just wanted to rest. He just didn't act his age, no wonder he never had a girlfriend.

Not wanting to go to sleep in her own bedroom next to where her brother was working himself into frenzy with her underclothes, she went back downstairs to settle herself on the comfy sofa.

Laying down she quickly lapsed into a troubled sleep, very deep but also with vivid dreams, squirming about so much on the sofa, her uniform skirt rode up high, revealing her thighs clad in black nylon.

Meanwhile her brother had stopped playing with himself upon hearing her go downstairs, even though she thought she was quiet, his ears were so attuned by months of listening out for approaching parents who might catch him in an embarrassing position.

Slipping his pj's on he quietly edged downstairs, wondering who was up at this early hour, sis had left for work ages ago, so can't have been her.

As he entered the living room, he couldn't believe his eyes, it was his sexy sister stretched out on the sofa, deep asleep, groaning from whatever was happening to her in her dream and her skirt so high it showed her incredibly long legs off right up to the top of her thighs.

This was much better than jerking off with her panties; he had the real thing right in front of him.

Sitting opposite, he got his semi hard cock out of his pj's and settled back in the chair rubbing it to full hardness as he drooled over his sister, led out only a few feet from him.

Feeling brave, he knelt down by her, gently touching her leg, expecting to have to jerk back quickly and have an explanation for what he was doing when she awoke angry.

But to his relief and excitement, she didn't move anymore than what she had been already from her dream. 

Feeling encouraged, he pressed his hand down more firmly, running it slowly up her leg, it felt so good, he loved the feel of her hose, but even more so with her legs inside them.

His hand moved all the way up her legs and felt her tight ass as well, stepping back, he was thinking, if she was this deep asleep, he could do anything!

He had a quick feel of her boobs while he was at it, but his main attention was on her legs and what was in between them.

Damn, why couldn't she have fallen asleep with her legs apart, he was still too scared to open them, so instead, tried to get a feel of her pussy from behind, he could slip his fingers in and feel her nylon covered pussy.

As good as that felt, he wanted to feel flesh, he started to try and nick the nylon with his finger nails, to make a hole, it never occurred to him to get some scissors or something sharp, he was so intent on wanting to break thru to get to the pussy.

He managed a very small hole,, working his finger in he tried to enlarge it, this was tough nylon, but he managed to worm his finger thru, he was now set to find the pussy, wriggling around inside her hose, his finger found her lips, finding the slit, he pushed in deeper.

Damn, she felt wet, that must be one hot dream she was having.

He withdrew his finger, wanting to make sure, yes, it was glistening with juice, putting it in his mouth he sucked every drop off, she tasted good.

Getting comfortable, he pushed his finger back inside the torn hose and started to finger fuck her, getting deeper inside with every push, she started to buck against his hand, obviously working into her dream what he was doing to her.

She must have already been so excited because she soon began to cum, at least that's what her younger inexperienced brother thought she was doing, the pussy certainly seemed to flood with juice as she tensed on the sofa.

She turned over, making him extract his hand quickly, she seemed to be in a more relaxed deep sleep, but what was best for him, was that her legs were now apart.

She might find the hole in her hose, so it won't matter if he made it even bigger, she may think it had split on its own.

Now he could get between her legs, he tore the nylon open, a loud ripping noise, not even making her move. He sat back and admired the bare pussy in front of him; it was pink, glistening and wet.

He lowered his head, breathing in her pussy smell, the smell he was used to from her worn panties and hose, he gently tongued the wetness, but being impatient, he then buried his head and started to lap deeply.

He went mad, moving his head around, tonguing all over her, pulling back to admire his work, his face was coated all over in her juice.

As much as he wanted to take his time over this pussy, he knew his parents would be up soon and had to make the most of it.

He pulled her towards the side of the sofa, her legs apart as he moved in between, he rubbed his hard cock up and down her wet slit, thinking about how many times he had cum in her panties thinking of her pussy and now he was seconds away from having it.

Unable to wait any longer, he pushed in her tight warm wetness, it felt so good, she was moaning in her sleep again, it made him jump to start with, but once he knew she was still deep asleep, he began to pump harder.

Never having had a pussy before, he didn't last long, collapsing on top of her as he cum deep inside her.

After his huge orgasm, a little panic got to him, damn, what if she found out, would she notice the wetness inside her, but then, she had been so wet before he started, so maybe not.

He got up, wiped away his cum that had seeped out, closed her legs and pulled her skirt down and quickly and quietly headed for the door.

As he went out the lounge door he almost collided with his father who was just outside the door, had he seen or heard anything, if he had he wasn't saying, but he headed on into the living room where his daughter was still deep asleep, telling his son to get back to bed as it was still too early for him to be up and about.



Sweet Dreams



I watch you from across the room. In a crowd full of people, all I see is you. Your face is half lit, so I can't tell if you're looking at me. But when I look at you, I feel a fervent desire for you to meet my gaze. I can't place this feeling. 

The more you move away from me the more I want you. Your arm lies around the waist of another woman. I see your fingers gently caressing her hips. Its a leisurely, almost subconscious movement on your part. But I notice it as plainly as the pale moonlight which partially illuminates the scene.

Occasionally I glance over only to have her meet my eyes instead. I imagine that she knows of our history and that she feels as defensive as I do. And often, as I look away, I pretend I can feel your intense gaze looking me over. Once upon a time you didn't hide it. In present company, discretion is exercised. Which is more than half the fun.

If only I could get away with being more...tempting. More...seductive. If only she were more oblivious. 

We begin with the niceties. Well mannered, controlled 'hello's and a quick, contrived hug. Although before she arrived there was something more substantial to our greetings. 

You spend most of your evening on the opposite side to me. How deliciously metaphoric. I make a certain point to stay within your line of vision, so that, should you want to look, I was not far from your sight. I busied myself with others. I busied myself with my phone. 

The phone that started it all. 

My phone vibrates on the bedside table to my left. The time is unmentionable and the date, even more so. It lies further back in my past than I care to remember. 

The importance lies with the message on my phone and the complexities it would imply. Exact content eludes me, but it portends to my form of transport for the next day. You. 

Following this, several memorable messages were exchanged and I fell asleep.

I met you the next day. It should seem strange that we shared no remarkable connection in that first instance, considering what followed. But you were a way to a means, without which, I would be very different. 

Our friendship grew and eventually it surpassed this general title to a more intimate friendship that could be construed as a relationship of sorts. 

This tumultuous time of our lives, may've been, or at least coincided with, a less paradisaical outside world in which we don't communicate as such. It seemed the 'real' world depended on you, on us. 

So, logically, we were the real world and not so much else mattered. 

Although you were always busy, so our world was not as realistic as the world we were physically a part of. It seems important to let you know that this was both a time of great happiness and great sadness for me. As I'm sure it was for you.

Something I loved, something I'd known, was breaking, on the other hand something was flourishing, something that made my experience less of an unpleasant one and more...story-like. 

You and I, being fiction aficionados delighted in this, almost cliché, event, in the warmth of each other's company. 

I'm watching you, still, even as people talk to me. People come and go when they realise, though can't determine, my alternate agenda. I don't know what it is about you. Perhaps its the lighting, which is reminiscent of a badly made 'tiki porn' set. 

Or perhaps it's because I can't get to you.

You rarely move away from her, but when you do, I try to make it so we meet. I am slightly angry at myself for this behaviour. Behaviour that had previously jeopardised what we had in the outside world.

But there is something about you. You have something that appeals to me. Perhaps a sexual competency. Perhaps such an intense, loving relationship that's different to my other encounters. 

Either way, you seem to occupy my thoughts more than what seems necessary considering our current circumstances. 

As I am driving home I revert to a fantasy world in which neither of us have the responsibilities we carry and the risk is decreased. 

Although not diminished completely. 

Because a sexual encounter without risk is not so much a sexual experience as it is sexual monotony. The risk of being caught, without the thrill of retribution there can be no satisfaction higher than what would be achieved on a physical level. 

In my mind, I delight in being able to unleash my full sexual potential on your begging self.



I watch you from across the room. In a crowd full of people, all I see is you. Your face is half lit, so I can't tell if you're looking at me. But when our eyes do meet, you know exactly what I'm thinking. 

I walk away from you, but stop short to look at you over my shoulder to make sure you understand my demands, and what following me would entail.

You make some inaudible excuse to those you're talking to and hurriedly follow me.

I've not yet decided where to end up, though assuredly it would be somewhere dangerous. I'm just walking, you keeping a 'safe' distance behind so as not to arouse suspicion from the other party goers and so you can admire my deliberate, feminine swagger.  

I stop under a tree. A towering oak, though you can only make out the trunk and the bottom most branches. You slow down, unsure of where I am, and if I had, indeed, stopped. I'm leaning against the tree, watching you. 

I wait until you draw closer and then I pounce. I push my mouth against yours and we share a belated, yet passionate, kiss. I have my arms around your neck. Your hands travel from my waist to the back of my thighs, where you grip them tight. 

Suddenly, though expectedly, you lift my legs around your waist and push me back against the tree. We are kissing without thinking, agitatedly pulling at each other's clothes. 

You push me higher up the tree so you can reach my neck, collarbone and the smooth area above my breasts. You're kissing, licking, nibbling these sensitive areas. I'm losing strength and willpower. 

I'm pulling at your hair. I desperately want to take my clothes off and have you fuck me. But it's not quite the perfect time. 

I pull your face away from my chest. I look you in the eye and you lower me back to the ground.



Though I don't stop there. I fumble with the fastenings on your suit pants as I sink to my knees. I pull out your engorged cock and, before you can stop me, I take it in my mouth. 

You run your hands through my hair, forcing me further down on you. You have to move your hands quickly to the tree to stop yourself from falling over. 

I stand up and nibble on your neck as I place you gently back inside your pants, though I have no intention of keeping it there. 

I playfully move away from you. You follow me to the place of all places, the secret garden. It is within its confines that I give you the slip. As you walk around looking for me, I am removing articles of clothing. 

First you find my jacket. Then, my shoes. We play cat and mouse until you have more of my clothes than I do. You eventually find me. 

I'm sitting on a table in the middle of the garden's courtyard. The moonlight is reflecting off my equally pale skin. I can see you but I am not yet looking at you. 

You walk over to the table and place my clothes on it. I turn my head slightly. I know you're admiring my body fully, before touching it. 

I watch as your hands move to caress my skin. But you stop. I feel you looking at my face. I turn my head to look at you. That is what you were waiting for. 

The permission you found in my eyes. The look that told you "I'm yours", if only for one night.

You can't get to me quick enough. But once you're there, everything slows as you explore new facets that you'd never have to opportunity to explore otherwise. 

The indentations of my rib cage. The soft rise and fall of my chest. The smoothness of my illuminated skin, violently split with soft folds of dark hair. 

You run your hand from the side of my face, down my neck, over my breasts, I twitch with anticipation as you pay particular attention to this area. 

With your hands around my back you bring your face to my nipples and tantalisingly toy with them using your tongue. 

I am leaning well back now. 

You replace your face with your hands, gently rolling my nipples in your fingertips. You are kissing your way down my body. 

You part my legs and marvel at how wet I am. You bring your face up to mine and as you plant a deep kiss gently on my lips you slide a finger smoothly into my wet, wet pussy. This causes me to tense up and exhale a soft moan. 

This drives you wild. 

Continuing to kiss me, you slide in a second finger, intensifying my arousing convulsions. I bring my arms up and around your neck, squeezing you tightly. 

My pelvis rises to your arm with each penetration. I'm begging for you. 

You pull your fingers out and as I watch you place them in your mouth. You revel at the glorious taste of my feminine essence. 

With your eyes closed, you proceed to suck on your fingers. This drives me crazy and I sit up abruptly. 

I work quickly to release your manhood from your pants and I grip my legs around your waist as I plunge you inside me.

It feels so good. 

You're grounded by the sensation of this mortal act, yet bask in its divine glory. You fuck me harder than you have ever wanted to fuck me.

The music from the party we had left drowns, out our cries of ecstasy. We can hear them, but everyone else is oblivious. 

And if they're not, who cares? 

We are together once more. Bonded, physically and emotionally, in a way that only sexual energy imparts. 

We finish together in a fit of mind-blowing, orgasmic convulsions. You hold me tightly. 

I know. I get it. I understand. There is no need for words. I look at you in a way you know only too well. 

You look at me in the way I crave. Adoration. Adulation. Respect. Love.

I climb the stairs to my room and pick up my phone. I contemplate it for a minute. The cursor is blinking on a blank page. 

Though you know little of my thoughts, I still end my text to you with 'Sweet dreams'.



Sweet Dreams



It feels so good to be in New York City again, especially in a sexy, new dress and having finished a productive day. I'm ready to unwind. I fly along in a cab to a bar my friend has suggested. Friend. Not sure if that is the correct definition of him, old school classmates, but really more like strangers at this point. I am covered in anticipatory tingles and even fluttering in my stomach when I think of seeing him. Finally. I uncross and then re-cross my legs to the other side; the cab driver and I make eye contact in his review mirror. I smile at him and he smiles back. A genuine exchange, nice. The cab stops in front of the burgundy plush doors of Lounge No.9. I give the driver a good tip and smile again. 

He looks Pakistani, dark hair, dark eyes, dark eyebrows, his white pearlies look fabulous between his parting lips. "Good night, dear lady." he says to me.

"Same to you." I slide out of the cab and inside the front door of the club and nod at the doorman. At the end of the bar I find a seat and then make eye contact with the bartender to order myself a martini. Lucky day for me, first a cute cab driver, now cute bartender. The bartender is in his early thirties, has athletic arms, tousled dark blonde hair, baby blue eyes, short trimmed sideburns and nice full, poufy lips. Love those lips. I can imagine them on me, leaving a trail of moisture in all of my sensitive places. A wash of warmth glides down my thighs. 

A man sits down beside me, somewhat clean-cut, in jeans and a button-up shirt. He is neat, except for his hair which is a slightly askew. He looks straight ahead and clasps his hands together which allows me to sneak a peek at all his fingers together all at once. Those hands. A shiver runs down my spine. I can't wait any longer so I turn and look him in the eyes. I blush first and then smile, "Hey." I want to reach my hand out and drape it over both of his; instead I touch his elbow for only a second.

He looks me over, "Nice dress. You look hot."

I blush again, glad the room is dimly lit. "Thanks.

"It's a bit weird to be here, isn't it?" he admits.

I nod my head and take a sip of my drink. 

"We need a shot," he lifts his arm and orders two whiskeys. 

The poufy lipped bartender sets one down in front of me, the other in front of my new friend, Tim and says, "Enjoy." His sideburns twitch.

I look down at Tim's hand that holds his shot glass, fingers rounded, almost knobby, his palms a little rough, hands that look like they'd been busy doing some work, though not too hard of labor. I want those hands on me. Those fingers on my body. My urgings are deep, been hibernating for too long. We share some drinks, engage in some forced conversation, then I finally break the ice.

"So, I was thinking the other day," I guffaw at my silliness of using the cliché, "about when we were kids and there is this one time in particular that stands out in my mind. We were in my bedroom. We were 14, maybe 15 and we were making out. Probably a dare from some spin the bottle game or something like that?"

Tim pushes his hair back forcing his short tufts of hair to wriggle. They immediately came back looking exactly the same as they had before. He leans back on his stool and smirks, "I remember." He folds his arms and drums his fingers on his biceps. I want those fingers on my thighs.

"We started with kissing, but you quickly wanted more. You were terribly persistent. Remember? Kept trying to get your hands into my pants." I laugh and pause. "I think I did let you down there for a few moments, but then my head chimed in and told me I couldn't let you. I shouldn't be so easy. In fact, I remember having to give you a forceful no so that you'd stop. You remember that?"

Tim reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. I can hardly think straight. All my attention is whittled down to where his hand touches my body. I want more. I want him to slip his hand up my inner thigh and slip his fingers into me. My heartbeat speeds up and I tingle all over, like all my sensory receptors are awake and alert. He says, "I do remember. Maybe we should try that out again?"

I laugh and knock his hand off my leg.

His eyes grow dark with humor, "Hmm, I see how it is. Okay then, let's finish these drinks. I'll take you to a great Italian restaurant. We'll drink some red wine. Eat a nice dinner."

"You want dinner?" I stand and move closer to him, allowing him to get a good look at the low neckline of my dress.

"Well, unless you've got another idea?" He stands then and rests his one hand on the bar. His rounded fingers are splayed and tense. I want to lift up his hand and plant it on my tits. I want his skin to touch my skin.

I garner all my courage and say, "Maybe we should try that out again. I'm at the Westin." I scoop up his hand and pull myself into him. His other hand slips over my ass, smooth since I am wearing black, lacy, thongs. I imagine his hands touching my panties, his fingers licking their edges and then wiggling themselves around the material. Pushing it aside. What is it about those hands? 

We walk eight blocks in silence, holding hands our stride aligned, like we are an old rekindled couple off to revisit a moment. But that is not us, for us it is all unknown territory.

We keep our heads down and quiet as we make our way through the lobby and into the elevator. Another couple follows us in and then stands in front of us. Tim presses himself into the side of me showing me that he is ready to go. My hand glides quickly over the front of his jeans. I blush at my forwardness. Tim gives me a sideways smile and squeezes my hand and pulls it toward his crouch. 

The other couple leaves us and we are alone. We continue to stand in silence. I want to strip off my clothes and stand naked in front of this man. I want to let him have all of me right in the elevator. We stop on my floor and get out. Tim follows me.

I unlock the door, walk across the room and turn on a lamp by the bed. I hear a soft click as the door shuts. Then, as if he vaporized himself, Tim is suddenly behind me. His hands slip over the front of my dress and fondle my breasts. I gasp and get all gooey and melty inside by the touch of new hands on me. It has been so long. He easily unties and opens my wrap-around dress. With a quick clip, my bra comes undone and he's stroking my tits. I suck in a breath and hold it, lost in the feeling of his hands on my breasts. 

He slowly turns me around and we face the big mirror. He moves behind me and there I am with my dress hanging open. We lock eyes in the mirror. I can feel his stiffness against my ass. Tim's rounded fingers pinch and stroke my nipples. I watch him and feel him at the same time. My legs shake. I pull in a breath and turn around. I put my lips on his and kiss him. Our tongues explore each other's mouth. I suck on his lower lip. His breaths into me; his mouth is warm and steamy. His hands move around my body, exploring my curves, my hips, my ass, the low of my back. His mouth presses harder into me and then he stops moving all together. I hold my breath and do the same. He pulls his head back and looks me in the eyes and then without warning, he shoves two fingers up into me. My knees buckle and I struggle to regain my balance. My thighs quake as he finger fucks me. He keeps his eyes on mine while shoves his fingers in and out of my pussy. It is frothy and slippery. I gasp and steady myself as I unbutton his shirt and then drag my tongue over his nipples which are taut like mine.

I stand in front of him and let my dress and bra fall to the floor. I am only in my thong now. I lock eyes with him and feeling all stripper-girly, I get down on my knees and unbuckle his pants. I pull his dick out of his pants and then take him into my mouth deeply while continuing to look up at him. He puts his hands on my head, throws his head back and he moves in and out of my mouth. I grab his lean and muscular ass which is flexed and tense. I grab his balls. He pulls his dick out slowly and I roll my tongue over the head of his dick. I am dripping wet, imagining what he will feel like when he slides into me.

He pulls me up to my feet. We kiss again, deeply, steadily, his hands always moving, now back on my breasts. His lips follow them to my tight nipple.

"Bite em," I whisper.

He does. Little nibbles and then every couple of bites are hard, all teeth. Always a surprise. I laugh in pain for one that's a bit too hard. Tim pulls away from me again and looks at me, "You really are fucking hot."

"I'm fucking middle-aged," I retort and then say, "but maybe not so bad."

"Well you are bad, but in the way I like." 

I shake my head and push out a fake chuckle. He leads me over to the desk.

"I love your body. Your cute little tits and your very sensitive nipples. " He flicks one. "And the curve of your hips." He puts his hands on them and then lifts me onto the desk.

"It's cold," I whisper into his ear.

"Not for long." He kneels down and breaths out heavily onto my clit. I want to scream, seeing his lips inches away from mine makes me crazy. Without warning, he pushes his lips into my clit and then bites it. 

I yelp. "What are you," before I got anything else out, he is sucking and licking and putting his fingers into me, while he licks, nibbles, his tongue presses the tip of my clit. His other hand creeps up my torso and I lead it to my tits. My legs are taut as his tongue drums steadily over my clit, consistently, pulling on it and dragging his teeth over it until I can't take it anymore. I grasp his head as I start climaxing and he bites my clit and I yelp again, my hips coming off the desk. He slowly moves his fingers in and out of me as he tenderly laps at my tender clit, then gives it one more hard suck.

That one makes a guttural groan escape from me.

He laughs. "Don't move," he stands again. He kisses me lightly. I can taste myself with his kisses and am not too sure of that, but before I think about it too much he lifts his hips up and thrusts his dick into me in one hard, steady motion. I claw his shoulders and swallow a yell. My ass is grinding on top of some magazines; the edge of the metal lamp pokes my ass as he pushes into me again. He pumps me steadily with intensity. We find the same rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, his hands are pressed into my hips and I am lost to everything, but that place inside me so deep down, that needs to be touched, caressed, licked, chewed, adored, explored. We continue back and forth. Back and forth. I don't want it to ever end. I lift my leg and put it on his shoulder. He slows down and pumps into me deeper each time. I reach around and grab his ass and shiver as I climax, wondering why that feeling can't last longer. The next moment I feel Tim release himself into me. I take in a stilted breath. We hold each other tightly and only take in small gulps of breath.

But Tim can't stay still. His hands slide up my side, cusp the side of my breast. His other hand is roaming around by my ass. Damn, his fingers are everywhere. He leans back and his one hand finds my nipples again, pinching and pulling. My eyes flutter open as my body is still rolling in the aftershocks. I think to myself, he's gotta take a break, I'm sure. We are surely not kids anymore. I pull away but he draws me closer and kisses me.

He stays inside of me while we continue to kiss, slower now, our hands taking time to travel over each other's unfamiliar bodies, the shoulders, necks, ears, lips. He licks my collarbone which sends a new set of shivers down between my legs. His hand rolls up the middle of my back and he presses me into him, "I think I'm getting ready again." He smiles and kisses my ears while I feel him grow again, this time inside of me. He pushes a little grind into me and looks at me. I can't help but smile and chuckle. I notice he has dimples. He pulls himself out of me. He is definitely hard again.

He helps me off the desk and leads me over to the bed, raking his hands along my back, then my ass, encouraging me to bend over. I do it. He entices my legs to open more by running his fingertips up my inner thighs. As I am lost in the touch of his fingers, he quickly enters me from behind. It's deep. It's amazing. I move my ass closer to him offering to take him a little deeper. And he gives it to me. Deeper, stronger, steadier. We find our rhythm again and just as I feel like I am going to cum again, he reaches around and pinches my nipples. And I cum. Again. And then, so does he. 

This time he quickly pulls out and pulls me down beside him. We breathe heavily together, his breath rolling in and out of my ear. His warm breath is definitely a turn on. He'd better watch out with that, maybe we're not done yet I joke to myself. As if he read my mind, he wraps his body around mine and we laugh. He takes his hand and he rolls his fingers up my side and then lands on my tits. He gently rolls my nipple between his first finger and thumb. I arch my back, welcoming his touches and kiss him. I am warm. My body satisfied. Satiated.

I wake up the next morning and look in the bed next to me. Emptiness. I search for an impression of his body on my bed. I see nothing. Though maybe there are more crumpled sheets than usual. Was it really him or was it a dream? I search the room for evidence. The room is empty, except my own stuff. My dress is balled up on the floor, but that really isn't proof, is it? Heck, I was drinking shots last night. I keep searching. Out of the corner of my eye, I see it. I think. The desk's lamp shade is slightly askew. Magazines appear wrinkled and pushed around. 

Is that evidence or is it only a sweet dream?



Sweet Dreams



After a long day - well, okay, night, since she worked at night - of work, the only thing Christy wanted to do was take her tired body to bed, especially since she had to go back that night, and start the fun rollercoaster called work all over again.

She got herself settled at home, changing into her usual shorts and tank top before bed. As Christy settled back in her king bed, she felt herself falling asleep fast, while one of her cats fell asleep on the pillow next to her. 

She awoke to a slight building heat between her legs. Without opening her eyes, she sighed softly and settled in, her legs crossed just so. Christy let the sensation course through her. As usual, she was at the beginning of one of her wandering fantasies. She didn't have to touch herself to know how turned on she was - her regular fantasies involved her roommate, a man she had had some very intense sex with a few times before things got, well, a bit weird.  

But his technique! - not to mention the size... just the very idea sent Christy's dirty mind into overdrive. Slim physique, soft skin - Christy regularly imagined running her hands through his close-cropped brown hair - Clint's intense gaze through his hazel eyes at her as he carried her into sheer ecstasy...

She disappeared into the lustful heat of imagining Clint's fingers picking up her wetness and sliding two of his fingers into her, slowly and deeply, leaving her clit exposed with every stroke. She imagined his light breathing coaxing her to open further, warming her clit.

Christy arched back ever so slightly as his fingers probed her gently and made his way deeper into her wet pussy. His rhythm matched the urgency she felt - she could feel the breeze of his breath over her distended clit, and she imagined his face hovering over her a bit, watching the motion of his fingers, carefully adding his thumb to gently circle her clit, using a little of the slickness she was emanating.

She imagined Clint's strong naked form standing alongside her, watching his fingers give her so much pleasure. Her head fell to the side - she kept her eyes closed and took all the sensations in, and was pleasantly surprised to feel the soft head of his hard cock beckoning, bouncing slightly against her lips.

Clint gave a soft moan as he felt Christy's tongue on the head of his cock, but never stopped the motion from his fingers. She took a little at a time, rolling her tongue around his thick shaft, attempting to close her lips around his hardness. When she did close her mouth around his cock, she tightened her mouth and flicked her tongue here and there with every stroke she was able to manage.

Every moan of pleasure that came from Christy sent slight vibes around his cock, amping up Clint's sensitivity. He had no idea how long he was going to hold out, but he was determined to hang on just a little longer. He turned his head a little to see Christy's brown hair sliding across her skin as she tried to suck him off. Christy's body shifted a little to give her a little bit more control, and he took in the lustful sight of her, moving up and down on his dick.

His roommate had a body built for long, lustful sex - she was overweight, but not so that she wasn't easy on the eyes. Christy's long brown-black hair and honeyed-brown skin came with wide brown eyes that were capable of going from 0 to "fuck me now" in 4 seconds. Clint would never tell her, but her curves and soft spots left him rock-hard at some inopportune moments... especially when he peeked in on her, and found her tangled in her sheets. He often wondered what she was dreaming about.

Christy finally gained some control as she managed to get her hand around his dick. This time she guided Clint into her mouth further, and tried damn hard to slide his cock into her throat without that damn gag reflex kicking in. She tasted pre-cum - - damn, Clint tasted so fucking sweet!, she thought - and rolled her tongue over the head of his cock so she could get it all.

His fingers were still moving in and out of her wet pussy in long, deep strokes. There were a few times when he felt her pussy tighten up against his fingers, and then shudder in its own sweet release, but he never broke his pace. He watched with satisfaction as her slickness rolled languidly from his fingers, leaving a wet trail right down to her ass. Christy's oral machinations, though, kept him from being caught up in that for too long.

Christy was caught up in the moment herself. The only thing she thought about was making him fuck her face, and hard. The two of them moved in tune to each other - a long, lazy but urgent rhythm, matching each other stroke for stroke.

Finally, Clint could not take it any more. He stopped finger-fucking her, grabbed her hair, making sure to keep stray strands out of her face, and slowly started to move his hardness deeper into her mouth. He soon bottomed out at her throat - slipping into a few lazy strokes before she stopped him, giving a teasing lick to his head while looking up at him. 

"Make me take you." Her gaze was deep, lustful. "Hard."

Holding on to her hair, he did as she asked. Clint fucked her hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat, with Christy emitting very deep, guttural groans in approval.

The pressure was building up fast and hard, when Christy slowed down and stopped him. She beckoned him into her bed, where he spooned her. He soon realized what she wanted.

"So," she cooed, "why don't you ease that cock in there..."

Clnit didn't have to be asked twice. Not wanting to rip her open, he slipped the head of his cock into her ass. She hesitated, then eased herself on to his waiting (and eager) cock.  They went back and forth, him pushing a little bit, her tensing, then relaxing. He asked her, "Are you sure about this, baby?"

"Yes," she responded with an urgency he never heard from her. "I want you deep in my ass."

He continued to move slowly, letting her get adjusted to his girth. Clint reached around and started rolling one of her nipples through his fingers. She leaned back into him as he took his time with his strokes. Soon, he had her right leg up as he went deeper into her.

Christy had Clint right where she wanted him, and she rolled with the waves of pleasure he was giving her. His fucking was giving her a new urgency - he was turning her on so much that she wanted to give in, give up her control and cum hard - but not yet...

"Oh my god, you're so fucking hot, Christy..." he heard himself saying.

"Go hard," she urged him breathlessly. "Go deep, baby."

There was no turning back. "Fuck! - I'm coming...." Clint came close to screaming.

"Don't stop," she egged him on. "I want it deep... cum deep, baby...."

The guttural groans as both of them came together filled the room. When they finally came down from their shared orgasm, they settled back down into her bed, where Christy fell asleep as Clint stroked her hair, kissing her ear and telling her how much he loved that.

Christy's alarm woke her with the radio blaring some kind of nonsense. She bolted upright, finding herself not only alone in her bed, but with her pussy soaking wet. She licked her lips, swearing that she could taste Clint on them, and wondered... damn, it was all so real...!!!

Meanwhile, the radio station began the next song, a move that really left Christy wondering just what the hell happened...

"sweet dreams are made of these/who am I to disagree..."



Sweet Dreams



Cassidy stopped and leaned against the doorframe, rubbing her eyes under her glasses. Some small sound had roused her from her bed, something in the kitchen or maybe the living room beyond. She flicked on the light over the stove, illumination spilling into the two rooms and identifying the source of the sound. Why is there a man sitting on my couch? she asked herself. And why of all people is it Kyle? She felt vaguely frumpy in her flannel nightgown and mussed hair. She knew she'd only laid down a couple of hours ago, falling asleep to thoughts of Kyle, wondering how he was doing in the new job. She felt a blush start as she remembered what else she'd been thinking about and hastily smothered the more lascivious memories.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself upright and headed toward the occupied couch. "I'm dreaming, right?"

Kyle looked up at her and smiled. "Of course you are. How else would I be in your house at two o'clock in the morning? Hello, gorgeous."

"Yeah, whatever." She smiled not just to remove any sting from her words, but because the warmth in his voice always got to her. She ran a hand through her hair, dragging the mass over her shoulder and hopefully into some semblance of order. "So why are you here? I mean, not that I mind dreaming about you in the least, but ... yeah."

Kyle shook his head with a chuckle. "You were thinking about me, weren't you? So here I am."

Oh, you have no idea. She sat down on the couch beside him. Okay, being a dream-person, you might actually have a pretty accurate idea. She felt the blush starting again and tried to hide it by turning away from him slightly as she snuggled up against his shoulder. She pulled his arm down over her and leaned back against it.

" Yep, so here you are." She stroked his arm, wondering why her mind had decided to drag her into the living room instead of planting him in her bed. Well, she thought, I'll take what I can get. She laughed softly at the idea of evaluating a dream while it was occurring.

"What? You think I should have shown up in your bed?" He reached up and ran his fingers down her cheek.

She rubbed her head against his shoulder. "Well, you could have. But I like this just as much, I think." She hugged his arm. "I like the idea of you holding me."

"So I see."

What is it he's always telling me? "I had a conversation with you in my head"? I guess turn-about is fair play, tonight. "I know, I'm a terrible person. At least I'm keeping all this in my head, right?" She tucked her feet up under the flannel of her gown. "I wish you knew how many times I've found myself sitting right here lately, wishing you were sitting right there so I could lean on you."

"Can you not lean on Nate?"

"See why I'm a terrible person? I can -- and I do, when he's home. Nate is awesome and does his best to take care of me. But I dream about you more now than I've ever dreamed about Nate. Daydreams, too."

"Wow, you really are terrible. Want me to spank you for it?"

She looked around at him and growled. "Are you sure you want to try that?"

He laughed and hugged her close. "Sure, but only when you are interested. So what are you interested in right now?"

"Being able to lean on you is good. Having you hold me is excellent." She let her gaze roam the mostly-dark living room, wishing she'd done more tidying up before collapsing into bed. "Falling asleep with you beside me is rapidly developing a certain fascination. Fixing your breakfast and coffee so you can head for work is beginning to seem like a wonderful idea." She felt a tear slide down out of one eye. "But I don't want to give up Nate and I really doubt I could steal you away from Jen. I just ... why do I feel this way? This is crazy."

Beside her, Kyle shifted so that she was leaned more against his chest than his side and put his other arm around her. After several minutes of him just silently holding her, she raised one of his hands to her lips and kissed it. "You are supposed to reassure me or something."

In answer, he moved his hands to her shoulders and began gently rubbing them. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Am I psychoanalyzing myself in a dream? I think I'm just projecting my desires onto this dream-Kyle. Of course, he's never judged me -- at least, not out loud. And this massaging is definitely reassuring. But I want him to understand -- and to know that he understands -- how much I want him, even though I can't ever have him.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

He kissed the top of her head and it felt like she had exploded. "This is your conversation, babe. So far, you've told me you want me to hold you -- which I was doing -- and to reassure you. A shoulder-rub is one of my ways I reassure people -- especially beautiful women who are basically sitting in my lap, facing away from me where I can't make out with them easily." He kissed the side of her neck and she felt her blood come to a slow boil.

Slowly, she tipped her head to the side, leaving more of her neck exposed. Obligingly, he began covering the area with slow, small kisses. One hand slid down her arm to wrap around her waist and hold her against him. The other slid upward along the opposite side of her neck to work through her hair and cup her head. She could feel her heart pounding as the touches of his hands and lips stirred her. She closed her eyes and let her breath out in a shuddering sigh.

"What was that, love?"

"Just thinking this is much better than starting the dream out with you in my bed already."

He lightly nipped her ear. "Glad you approve, gorgeous."

She made a noise partway between a sniff and a laugh. "How can you call me that? I look terrible, my hair's a wreck, I'm in my scary-face glasses, you caught me in my oldest favorite-but-worn-out gown, I'm fat and out of shape and nowhere as sleek as Jen..."

He laid his hand lightly across her lips, stifling her protest as he nuzzled her neck. "I can call you that because you are." He ran his hands up and down her arms. "This outside part changes, depending on how you use it, what you do to it, and how old it gets." Gently, he laid a hand between her breasts. "What is in here, though, shines through all that. Okay, and yes, I remember how you looked way back then and I can see how you could look in the future." He wrapped both arms around her waist, holding her against him. "So, really, it's fairly easy to call you gorgeous."

She laid her head back on his chest and put her hands over his, smiling as she simply leaned on him. Dreams are good, she thought. Especially since I know that's exactly what he would tell me. She reached up behind her head to stroke his face, making a soft "mmm" when he turned and kissed the palm of her hand.

"See? I could go to sleep so easily in your arms," she said.

He tickled her belly with his fingertips. "Then go right ahead."

She twisted to look around at him, lit by the dim glow from the kitchen. "I'd rather make out first."

He kissed her nose, smiling. "Then go right ahead."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You are entirely too accommodating, you know."

He licked her nose, eliciting a squeal from her. "I know, but this is your dream, love. If you want to fall asleep on me, I'm here for you. If you want to make out, well, I won't complain a bit."

She settled back against him, content for the moment. "Do you remember the last time you kissed me?"

"I do, it was about a year ago at the show."

She smiled, remembering. "I wasn't expecting that. I almost messed up and kissed you back properly, right in front of Jen. What about the time before that?"

"Hm, that would have been when I took you home that night after you broke up with me."

"Yeah." She squeezed his hands. "Did it hurt? Kissing me goodnight like that?"

"Some, but I tried to deliberately remember it, just in case it was the last one we ever shared."

"I know you remember our first one. You've written about it."

"So I have. You know, that is one of two kisses I remember in full, glorious detail."

She looked around at him. "The other being the first time you kissed Jen, I hope?"

"It's our wedding kiss, actually. I can't remember the first time Jen and I kissed. I remember a time before we'd started truly dating when I drove her home from class. I thought she was going to kiss me when I dropped her off." He laughed, a soft rumble behind her head. "I was actually afraid she would! I wasn't ready for that, yet."

She squeezed his arms again and snuggled back against his chest. "She's so lucky."

"You'd have ended up hating me, babe."

She turned around so that she was sitting crossways in his lap, looking him in the eye. "Jen doesn't and you guys have been married twenty years. Why would I? Am I more finicky than her? Harder to deal with?"

"Because I tell myself that so it doesn't hurt." He smiled and cupped her face with his hand. "We are where we are. And while I love playing what-ifs and daydreaming about a life with you, it can hurt. So ... sometimes I lie to myself."

"Hm. Like me saying I remember you better than you really were, so that during those dark, lonely nights -" she looked around and held her hands out "- when I play what-ifs and dream about you, about kissing you, about...about other things, I don't end up thinking I would have been better off somehow and hating someone who loves me."

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Exactly. Tough line to walk, isn't it?"

She snuggled up against him. "Shut up and hold me, dream-person." She put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating, slow and steady. After a few minutes, she sat up and looked him in the eye. Gorgeous green eyes that capture me so easily.  

"Okay, this is my dream and I expect certain things from my dreams. The two biggest things I demand are wish-fulfillment and a lack of guilt." She turned to straddle his legs and splayed her hands out on his chest, looking him over. "And I have some very definite wishes with your name on them, Kyle."

He ran his hands up her back, making the flannel of her gown shift and making her shiver. "Wherever shall I start in fulfilling your wishes, ma'am?"

Cassidy leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, then sat back. "You can start by kissing me like I'm the only woman in the world."

He slid one hand further up to cradle the back of her head while the other drifted down to her waist. "I thought you already were, sweetheart." His hands gently pulled her closer to him, eyes locked on hers, until only a tiny fraction of an inch separated their lips. "May I?"

She felt like she was about to melt and explode, all at once. "Please."

As their lips touched again, her arms shuddered and collapsed to leave her sprawled on his chest, his hand twined in her hair. He rolled them so that she was mostly against the back of the couch, lying along his left side. He ran his fingers through the length of her hair, letting his hand stop on her hip.

She floated for a long time, just kissing him -- being kissed by him. Lips, eyelids, cheeks, ears, neck, throat ... she moved to hover over him, steering his kisses by providing places to kiss. As he nuzzled the hollow of her throat, she sighed happily.

She sat back, looking at him intently. Can I do this? Can I let myself dream about surrendering -- no, demanding from him that he love me? Can I do it without guilt? She pulled the dark green shirt out of his jeans, keeping her eyes on his as she slid it over his head. Slowly, she let her eyes trace the lines of his chest. Her hands flowed along his arms and she marveled at his body. She knew she didn't want him to be perfect, but she knew he'd been working out, so her dream-Kyle had a mix of defined muscles and soft fat. I wonder if he thinks of me when he works out. How much of his dedication is due to wanting to drive me crazy? And how much of me wants him to want me enough to try and impress me?

She spent a small eternity kissing his bared chest and stomach, teasing his flesh with teeth, tongue, lips, nails. She lost herself in the sounds of his pleasure until her own needs grew too great to be ignored. Sitting back, she pulled her nightgown over her head. His hands and mouth knew exactly where to go. He better, since this is my dream, she thought. The feeling of sheer rightness of him holding her again, kissing her again, after so many lost years made a laugh bubble up. Memories of nights spent together, making out until the early morning came flooding back. Even if it hadn't been a dream, he would have known just exactly how to please her. He always had, and that was part of the bitterness -- she'd given away someone who'd wanted to please her, not someone who expected her to please them.

She took his head in her hands, pointing his face up at hers. "Make love to me, Kyle. Please."

He smiled at her. "May I carry you to your bed like a gentleman or should we just abandon all pretense of reason right here on the couch?"

She knew all too well how much she weighed and she doubted he would be able to pick her up. Apparently, her thoughts showed in a marquee on her face, because he laughed. "You keep reminding me this is a dream, love. That means I can carry you."

And so he did -- her arms wrapped around his neck, gazing up at him as he carefully threaded them through the house with what seemed to be an effortless grace. Once on the bed, he began covering her with more kisses from head to toe until she was soaked and squirming with need. When he finally slid out of his jeans and into her, she all but screamed as the pent-up energy of their foreplay released in a sudden orgasm.

Laughing, he nuzzled her neck. "I thought the guy was supposed to be the short-fused one."

Holding him tightly to her, she kissed his cheek. "That's how deeply you affect me, Kyle." Slowly, she relaxed and let go of him. "Do you think it would be like that every day?"

"Probably not. Then you'd hate me for disappointing you." He started moving slowly.

She moaned in pleasure and dug her nails into the curve of his buttocks. "Yes, I would. For making it so amazingly awesome one time and then so mundane the next." She whimpered in pleasure and whispered, "I would, I'd hate you even as I hoped the next time would be mind-blowing."

She lost track of everything, feeling nothing but him, his body, and his movements as he made love to her, erasing twenty-something years of loss as she floated on a cloud of bliss. Finally, her world narrowed to the superheated explosion building inside her, below her belly and between her legs. When she came, she cried -- not from guilt, but from finally releasing the need.

Soft, warm lips kissed away the tears even as his arms held their bodies together. She twined her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Kyle."

"Finally."

She smiled, eyes still closed. "Finally. But only because I'm dreaming."

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Groggily, she flailed at the alarm's snooze bar, wincing at the nip of cold air on her bare arm. She looked down, a slight frown on her face. She was naked. The details of the dream came back in a rush, overwhelming her with a bittersweet pang of desire and hopelessness. She'd been thinking about Kyle when she'd gone to bed and then dreamed about having the man she could never touch. The dream had heated her up enough that she'd shed her gown, something that happened only rarely. Cassidy laid back on her pillows, pulling the blankets up to her chin with a tiny smile as she wondered if he ever dreamed of making love to her.

Her smile grew as the dream replayed itself in her mind, taking her body back through the slow arousal. There was something very erotic about reliving such a vivid dream that watching porn couldn't quite capture. She laughed as she remembered her brazenness at straddling him, pulling the dark green button-up shirt off over his head, telling him that since this was her dream, she intended to take what she wanted from him without feeling guilty. If reality was half as good as her dream, then Jen was indeed a very lucky woman...

She blinked in consternation. He'd been wearing a green shirt, she recalled it clearly -- a dark green shirt that had complimented his eyes, boring into hers as their bodies melded together.

Except...

She couldn't remember ever dreaming in color before.



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It was an average spring night in Iowa; which meant it was still cold with snow on the ground. It was an unusually quiet evening on the college campus as Jacob was making his way back to his dorm room. The sounds of the drunks provided a steady hum that was echoed all around town by the snowy trees. Jacob's tall and lanky frame moved in-between the shadows on the ground. He was walking even quicker than usual because he lost his dorm keys. The dorm was going to be locked and he was not looking forward to trying to get into a locked dorm. He could do it, but after the week he was having all he wanted was to walk in and go to bed.

Jacob's life had recently been filled with meetings and classes and other boring stuff that made him hate responsibility even more. He made it to the dorm right as the RAs were locking the entrance. He was so cold and tired, he was completely oblivious to the other person who walked in right behind him. The warmth of his bed was calling him.

He stripped down completely naked because the dorm's heating had already kicked on. He jumped onto his mattress and began to settle in for a long sleep. While Jacob laid in bed, he did not realize the would have an unexpected visitor. Her hand gripped the doorknob and turn it gently, happy to find the door unlocked. The intruder moved swiftly into the room to prevent light from the hallway entering the dark room.

Once inside, she locked the door and slid off her winter jacket. The mystery woman kept looking over at the bed, seeing if the shape on top of the covers was really asleep or just pretending. Once she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest, she began to strip. She made quick work of her clothing and before long, she was standing in the room wearing only a smile.

As she made her way over to the bed, she had the perfect view of the handsome man laying on the bed. His pale skin seemed to glow under the moonlight coming in through the window. His hair was over his face, obscuring his finely detailed features. His cock rested on his thigh, looking good enough to taste. She licked her lips and crawled into the bed, moving towards her prey like a hungry cheetah.

She raised herself up above Jacob and her hair fell around her like a curtain of water. She lowered herself and began to nibble on his neck. Jacob began to rouse from his sleep and made small whimpers as she continued her ministrations. her mouth moved from his neck to his lips. She gently bit his bottom lip and then licked the reddening lip. With her hands, she began to rub his chest; working out the stiff muscles underneath his frame. Her combination of biting and massage made Jacob let out another moan. With a gentle laugh at the pleasure she was giving him she sought out her next target.

She lowered herself to his awaiting cock. Sliding her tongue along his shaft, she grasped his mighty cock with one hand and gently raked her finger nails along his stomach with the other hand. She began to methodically suck and lick his cock.

Jacob was trying his best to restrain himself from giving over to all the pleasurable sensations running through his body. His hips thrusted up into the waiting mouth of the mystery woman beneath him. Finally having enough, and still wanting more, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up to him. He then managed to flip her over, pinning her with his upper body. Forcefully he grabbed her ankles and threw them over his shoulders. It was her turn to let out a surprised moan as he was now in control. He began to tease her slit as he moved his cock slowly. She gyrated under him, nails clawing his back, trying to get him to enter her. Her sensual movements were rewarded as he thrusted his cock into her tight cunt. She arched her back off of the mattress getting him in even deeper. His trusts increased as he leaned over her to grab one breast, supporting his weight with the other hand by her head. He pinched and teased one nippled to a peak and then switched to the other one. The pressure was building his his balls and he knew he couldn't last much longer, but he wanted to make sure she came too. He knew she was close and he reached between them to stroke her clit. As her orgasm crashed over her, Jacob bit the side of her neck. She continued her thrusts as her cunt milked his cock. His orgasm hit him as he continued to move inside the tight grip of her pussy. Once his orgasm finished, he unhooked her legs and moved next to her on the bed.

They laid next to each other, spent and glistening. The mysterious woman turned over to her partner.

"Happy Birthday," she whispered to him.

"Thanks. I wasn't asleep, you know." Jacob said to her.

"I know. I know." She laughed and rolled over to sleep.



Sweet Dreams



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All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. 

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"Bye Sarah!"

Bethany waved to her best friend as she walked to her front door. They had finally finished their banners for the graduation party this weekend, and she couldn't wait to tell her dad how great it turned out.

"Daaaaddy! I'm home," she called. Bethany and her father had been really close ever since she was little, a Daddy's girl through and through. She told him everything. Well...almost everything. Her first loose tooth, her first kiss, even her first period, Daddy had been the one she ran to. Her mom was always too busy, but Daddy listened to everything. He laughed at her jokes, wiped her tears, and held her close to tell her she was special.

Nothing felt so good as when Daddy sat her in his lap and cradled her to him, her head on his shoulder, and he would stroke her hair. She missed that. She remembered the last time he held her that way. It was a few years ago, when she was 15. Her boyfriend for a whole month had just broken up with her, and she was miserable. Daddy called her to him, and pulled her into his lap. She curled around him and sobbed.

"Why Daddy? I LOVED him!" *sob* "I guess Cathy is prettier than me.."

"Oh baby girl, that's not possible," he said. He hugged her tight, stroking her knee with his strong hand. He reached up and tipped her face up to look in her eyes and smiled. "Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful little girl in the whole world."

She giggled through her tears. "Daddy! I'm not a *little* girl anymore."

He looked in her eyes for a long moment, then slowly scanned the rest of her young body, the pink sparkly tank top cut low across budding breasts, the denim shorts barely long enough to be acceptable at school. When she saw the look on her Daddy's face, her body started to tingle. She noticed two things at once. Daddy's hand was sliding higher and higher on her thigh as he rubbed, and something was moving underneath her other leg. After a moment she realized what it was....and her tingling got stronger. She knew because her (ex) boyfriend had tried to get her to touch his last week, but she wouldn't do it. But Daddy...Daddy was different. She *really* loved her Daddy. She knew it would make him feel good. And didn't he always do everything he could to make her feel good?

As she sat lost in that train of thought, suddenly Daddy shook his head, like he was coming out of a trance. He slid her off his lap and said, "No sweetheart, you're a definitely young woman now. Don't worry about that boy. The right kind of man would never treat you like that." He kissed her forehead and went into the kitchen.

As she watched him leave the room, she knew Daddy was that kind of man. He had always made her feel beautiful and special. She was excited to know just how beautiful he really thought she was. She decided that she wanted him to be the one to show her how a man should treat a woman. And so for the first time, she kept something secret from him. She knew that if she was ever going to convince Daddy to do it, it was going to have to be at just the right moment. She was going to have to catch him off guard.

"Daddy?" she called again. No answer. Hmmmmm....she walked upstairs to her parents' room. Her mom was out of town taking care of her grandmother who just had surgery, so it was just him and her for the week. Usually her dad stayed up until at least midnight, so it was weird for him to already be asleep. The door was cracked, so she took a peek, just to make sure he was there and ok. She saw her Daddy's bare foot dangling off the end of the bed. Relieved he was home, she opened the door a little wider and gasped in surprise.

Her Daddy lay sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled but tossed aside, completely naked. She could see his clothes and work boots thrown on the chair, the towel from his shower draped on the corner of the mattress. His hair was still damp, and she noticed a few beads of water in the hollow of his back where the towel hadn't touched. Her Daddy had a very nice body. His construction job kept him in good shape, his muscles strong, and gave him a farmer's tan. Poor Daddy, he must've been exhausted to have just crashed like that!

She stood there a moment staring. The tingling was stronger than it had ever been. This was it. The perfect time. They were alone and wouldn't be interrupted. And if she started now, maybe by the time he woke up, he wouldn't worry whether it was ok anymore. She would make sure he enjoyed it too much to stop.

Bethany slipped inside the room, and softly closed the door behind her. She took off all her clothes and laid them beside his on the chair. Her nipples hardened at the sensation of being exposed to the air while in the same room with her Daddy. She slowly climbed onto the bed, being oh so careful not to disturb her sleeping Daddy, until she lay face to face with him. Her pussy was so wet and throbbing. It felt like it was alive. Her pulse raced and her hand trembled as she reached out to touch his skin. She felt the muscles of his chest under his skin, firm but smooth. He didn't stir, so she got braver, drifting her fingertips lower.

She felt the patch of curls below his waist, while she stared at his face. So handsome. She wanted to kiss him, but that would surely wake him up. Her fingers circled until they finally bumped the base of his soft cock. She glanced down between their bodies to see what she had fantasized about for so long. Her Daddy's cock jumped, and she caught her breath. She took one fingertip and ran it down the length. It was so soft and smooth! The texture fascinated her. She gently wrapped her small hand around it, needing to feel more of it against her skin. His cock surged in her grip, getting harder and harder. 

She heard him moan, and froze, looking back up at him to make sure he didn't wake up. Not yet. He might still stop her if he woke up now. He was silent again. She started moving her hand very slowly up and down. She was stroking her Daddy's cock! A thrill ran through her. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and her nipples could've cut glass. She could tell he was very hard now by how tightly the soft skin had stretched. She squeezed it just a little, imagining getting to squeeze it with her pussy. She had practiced with her hairbrush, and was technically no longer a virgin, so she knew how. But she had made sure to save her first time for her sweet, sexy Daddy.

She felt something wet on her thumb. When she looked down, she saw the clear precum oozing from his swollen head. She wondered what it tasted like. She knew boys liked girls to put their mouths on them. It looked like it might be yummy. She just had to find out. She slid down the bed until her face was even with his hard cock. It was beautiful....mesmerizing...and she had been the reason for it standing out so proudly. Her mouth watered as she stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick up the leaking fluid. Mmmmmmm salty but not bad. Totally different from anything she had ever tried. She wanted more. Her clit was begging for attention. Her body screamed to have him inside her, but she knew she had to be patient, so she slid her fingers in between her legs to relieve the tension. She gently strummed her clit and teased her opening, anticipating having her Daddy there finally.

She licked his head again, slurping up the fluid he dripped, and then began to French kiss his cock. Her lips and tongue caressed and swirled around his swollen tip until she had the whole head inside her mouth. It was just as good as she had imagined. She pushed her mouth further down his shaft, and heard him moan again. This time, she didn't stop. She looked up to find his eyes still closed and decided to keep going. Suddenly she realized Daddy's hips were moving, giving little thrusts to get deeper inside her mouth! She felt his hand on her head, stroking her hair, pushing her onto him. A glance at his face told her he was still asleep.

"He must be dreaming!" she thought.

She opened her mouth, sliding further and further down Daddy's hard cock until she felt it touch her tonsils. She couldn't help but purr in satisfaction at having him finally where she wanted him for so long.

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He was having the best dream. He dreamt he had come home after a long day at work, and his beautiful daughter had been there to greet him at the door. She hugged him enthusiastically, as always, unconscious of how the feeling of her breasts and curvaceous body pressing against his affected him. He knew he shouldn't think of her that way, but his cock had other ideas. He reluctantly pulled her off him before things got embarrassing, and went to wash up from work. Ever since that one day, he had had to fight off all the thoughts he was sure she inspired in every other man from 15-85. But she was his daughter...he had to keep it under control.

When he finished his shower, he was surprised to find his wife waiting for him in bed. She was wearing only a few lacy scraps of lingerie he had never seen before. Having not gotten any relief from earlier, his cock immediately sprang to attention. She was actually initiating sex?? Lately he had to beg when he finally couldn't go without any longer. She motioned him over to the bed, made him lay down. As her head moved lower, he throbbed with anticipation. He was gonna get some head, too?? He didn't know what had come over her, but he wasn't about to argue.

As he closed his eyes to enjoy it better, his cock reminded his imagination what it had really wanted in the first place. He pictured his sweet daughter lavishing her Daddy's cock. It was so wrong, but SO hot! He even imagined that it was her first taste of cock. He could tell by the timid way she started out. He wanted to encourage her, teach her how, and let her know she was doing good. After all, that's a Daddy's job, right? He reached down to stroke her hair. Her mouth felt so sweet, he couldn't resist trying to get more of himself inside it.

"Mmmmmmm baby girl that feels so good," he murmured.

Had she just heard her Daddy say what she thought he did? Could it be possible he wanted her as much as she wanted him? The thought of that made her pussy flood, and she couldn't hold back a purr of satisfaction.

He felt her hum around his cock and it drove him crazy. He fisted her hair and pushed her all the way onto his cock. Wait a minute...he thought. In that foggy place between awake and asleep, it registered that there was actually hair in his fist. And a mouth on his cock. And his wife was out of town, so who the hell....."Bethany??" 

She let his cock go with a wet plop. "Shhh...Daddy it's ok!" she said, and bent to take him back into her mouth. He lay there in shock for a moment, overwhelmed by the knowledge and the sensation of his daughter's pretty mouth around his erection. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so hard. Finally the blood reached his other head, and he sat up and pulled her off of him.

"Baby girl, what in the world do you think you're doing??" 

"Didn't you like it Daddy? I know I'm not experienced at it, but I thought I was doing good," she said in a small voice. Her lip almost trembled. 

How could he resist that face? He pulled her up to him, holding her close as he always had to comfort her, her head resting on his shoulder. Except this time, they were both naked. The feel of her breasts pressed against his bare chest wasn't doing anything to calm the completely inappropriate hard on he had. 

"Sweetheart, of course it was good, that's not why I stopped you at all, I promise."

"Then why Daddy? You're always so good to me. You make sure that I'm happy and feeling good. I just wanted to make you feel good too." She looked up at him with watery eyes. His head swam with feelings and hormones. She wanted to, he wanted to, heck the line has already been crossed....why not? His sense of right and wrong fought one more time to the surface.

"Bethany, you know this isn't right. We aren't supposed to do things like this together. This is for you to do with a boy your own age who loves you."

"But Daddy, all the boys my own age don't love me. They just want me to have sex with them. But you love me. You would make it beautiful and special for me, just like you've done for everything else. I haven't let anyone else do it, because I always knew I wanted you to be my first. Teach me Daddy. Make me feel good, and show me how to make you feel good." Her hand skimmed his stomach and wrapped itself back around his cock. "I know you want to feel good. And you think I'm pretty enough to be attractive, right?"

He groaned and knew he was lost. If he turned her away, she would be hurt beyond repair. He couldn't do that to her. "Yes, baby girl. I told you a long time ago you were the most beautiful little girl in the whole world, and I meant it. I'll show you everything you want to know."

She grinned and blinked wet eyes. "I'm not a little girl anymore, remember?" 

He took a moment to drink her in....her breasts had grown full, capped with dark brown areolas and hard crinkled nipples. The leg she had draped over his was shapely, a round calf, a thick thigh ending in an ass that formed a perfect C from the side. "You'll always be my baby girl," he said, and pressed his lips to hers.

It only took a moment for their mouths to open, the kiss deepen, and their bodies press harder together. They both wanted the feel of as much of the others' skin as they could have. He loved the taste of her. In one quick motion, he flipped her over onto her back and covered her with his body. She squealed in surprise and then smiled at him as she reached up to kiss him again. He cupped her breast in his hand and tweaked the nipple just barely. It was like he had sent a jolt of electricity through her! She bucked beneath him, gasping at the unexpected touch. 

"Oh Daddy, that feels so good! Please don't stop," she cried. He grinned. So much to show her... He lowered his head and sucked the nipple into his mouth, drawing circles around it with his tongue. She sucked in a deep breath of air, and wrapped her arms around him in a death grip. She couldn't even speak, and she knew this was just the beginning.

He had wanted to take his time. He had promised himself that he would. He would show her and teach her all the things that made sex beautiful. That's what she had asked for, and what good Daddy wouldn't do anything for his little girl? But the response her body gave him drove him beyond reason. He had to have her right now. He reached down between her legs and felt her pussy, hot and wet. Satisfied that he would be able to slide in easily, if not comfortably for her at first, he whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. You are so beautiful and so sweet that Daddy can't help himself. I know I promised I would teach you everything, but right now I need to be inside you so badly it hurts. It's going to hurt you a little at first, but then it will feel better than anything else. Next time, we'll go slowly and do more, but Daddy has to have your pussy right now, ok?"

She was nervous, but hearing how badly her Daddy wanted her overrode every other thought.

"OK, Daddy, I trust you. And don't worry about me too much. I've never had another boy, but I'm not physically a virgin anymore."

He looked at her confused for a moment.

"Hairbrush," she said, by way of explanation, and gave a sheepish grin.

Daddy laughed and kissed her again. He kissed her face from her mouth to her ear as he positioned himself at her slick entrance. He whispered in her ear, "Baby girl, you're so fucking hot."

She stiffened at the phrase. Her Daddy had never cursed in front of her before. He felt her do it and knew what was going through her mind. "This is one of the things that Daddy will teach you, sweetie. Bad words are good words during sex. You might even hear Daddy call you a name you don't like. Don't be upset. It means something different right now. That just means that you feel so good to me that I can't control myself."

Bethany liked the idea of making Daddy feel that good, so she relaxed and enjoyed the feel of his breath in her ear. She could feel his hard cock rubbing her clit, pressing against her opening. She opened her legs and pushed up with her hips, taking his head inside her. 

"FUCK, baby!" her Daddy hissed into her ear. A rush went through her whole body hearing how turned on he was. He had never felt anything like it. Steaming hot, tight around him, and all his. He knew right then he didn't want anyone else to teach her anything. He would show her all she needed to learn. But first, he was aching to cum. He pushed a further into her, an inch at a time. Her arms were in death grip on his back, moaning and wincing a little as he went deeper and deeper. When he got it all the way in, he stopped and savored the sensation of the death grip her pussy had on his cock.

"Are you ok, baby girl?" he asked.

"I think so, Daddy," she answered, "Can we stay like this for a minute?"

"Of course, sweetheart, but just for a minute. Remember, Daddy needs to have his pussy."

The words aroused her anew, and she squeezed him inside her in response. Her Daddy shuddered on top of her, and looked at her in shock. He wasn't going to have to teach her everything, he saw.

"If you're feeling good enough to milk my cock, then you're feeling good enough to fuck," he whispered in her ear. "Are ready to really be Daddy's little girl?"

"Mmmmm...yes Daddy, I am."

"Good girl."

He began sliding in and out of her, stroking her pussy with his hard cock. She felt so incredible, he couldn't wait long before he thrust the whole length on every stroke. Her whimpers in his ear were urging him on, that sweet sound that's a mixture of pleasure and pain. He needed to really fuck her now. "Hang on baby," he said, and he began to slam his cock into her.

She moaned with every thrust as he hit a spot deep inside her soaking wet pussy. "Daddy! It feels good, but it hurts too!"

He had one arm under her gripping her hair at the base of her neck, the other hand pinching and twisting her nipple as he fucked her as hard as he could go. 

"You trust me, don't you baby girl?" he said fiercely into her ear.

"Yes, Daddy, I do," she cried.

"Then let me fuck you hard right now, and I promise it'll feel even better next time around. Show Daddy what a good girl you are. Show me how much you love Daddy's cock. You'd like to be Daddy's slut, wouldn't you?"

"Ummmm.." she whimpered. She was torn. She knew that was a bad word, but she wanted to make her Daddy happy.

"It's a good word, remember sweetheart? It just means you want to fuck Daddy whenever and however he wants, so he can be happy and you can learn everything. That's what you want, right?"

"Oh, yes Daddy, that's what I want."

"Then say it for me, baby. Daddy wants to hear you say it so he knows you mean it, ok?" He tweaked her nipple harder.

She arched beneath him from the pleasure, and cried out, "Yes Daddy, I want to be your slut!"

His cock was so hard he thought it might burst before he came. He wanted to make sure she at least got to orgasm before he finished her first time, though. 

"If you're going to be Daddy's slut, you have to listen and do what you're told. You have made Daddy so happy and his pussy feels so good, baby. I'm going to cum very soon, and I want you to cum with me. Take your hand and rub your little clit while I fuck you."

"Yes sir," she obeyed. 

Her Daddy took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard as he slammed her even harder than before. It only took seconds for her body to spasm. She came like she had never cum before. Her whole body shook and she gasped for air like she was drowning. Her pussy pulsed around her Daddy's hard cock, and as she finished, so did he. Her orgasm sent him over the edge and he flooded her pussy with more cum than he could remember. She felt it gush into and then out of her, making his cock extra slippery. Her body went slack and she felt like she was made of rubber. Her Daddy slid off to lay beside her, and hugged her up close to him. She looked at him in wonder.




Sweet Dreams



"That was more better than I ever imagined!" she said.

"Oh sweet girl, there is so much more..."



Sweet Dreams



"I have a surprise for you!" he whispered into the phone.

"You do?" I whispered back. "You know how much I love surprises!"

"Meet me in the parking lot in 20 minutes!" he replied.

"OKAY!" I said with a smile on my face.

Max Westfield and I always talk in hushed tones, especially at work. After all, our relationship is forbidden. In the public eye, we simply work at the same place and exchange pleasantries. We interact on matters of business in a professional manner. Nobody could know the private relationship we share behind closed doors. 

So I sit at my desk and anxiously watch the clock for 20 minutes to tick by. What kind of surprise could it be this time, I'm wondering. The last time he did this, it was spring time and he brought me a mason jar with a big yellow ribbon tied around it, with fresh lilac's stuffing the opening that he'd just snipped from the lilac tree. Now that its winter, I'm pretty sure he's not bringing me fresh meadow flowers or a homemade snowman or something. 

It's been 15 minutes, I'm anxious and can't think of anything else so I grab my coat and head outside. I wear a smile from ear to ear, my mind racing trying to figure out what the surprise could be. I hurry over to his truck, knowing no matter how fast I get there, I still have to wait for him to arrive. Well, it seems he couldn't wait either because he was already on the far side of his truck waiting for me. 

The moment I reach him, I wrap my arms around his neck and plant my lips on his! As eagerly as I kiss him, he replies with a matched enthusiasm. I love it when mornings start out this way. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me close and our kissing could so easily turn into something more. My pulse is racing as he kisses me through smiling lips.

"Now for that surprise!" he says. Honestly, I would have been content with the surprise he just gave me. Meeting in the parking lot like that for a special "good morning kiss" was rare but always welcomed and treasured. He opened the door to his truck and gave me a box. He told me to take the box to my car and said I wasn't allowed to open it until lunch time. If I peeked too soon, it would ruin the surprise. Not being one to ruin anything, I followed his directions. I walked to my car as he walked back in the building, giving us each an ample amount of time so we're not seen walking in together. 

Now back at my desk, time crawls by. I'm able to accomplish a few things but my mind is never far from that box and what may be inside. I have to remind myself that staring at the clock will not make its hands move any faster. Anticipation is building! In order to get through the rest of the morning, I remind myself that it's just a plain brown box, and knowing Max it may contain the new release from my favorite author. He knows how reading my books helps me forget I'm lonely when we can't be together. 

The clock strikes 11:00am. Only another hour and a half until lunch time and as much as I try to ignore it for the moment, my curiosity grows. I think this must be his intent, because I really can't figure out what kind of surprise would be ruined depending on the time of day the box was opened. Yet, at 11:15 he turns off the light in his office and I hear him say good bye to others as he walks for the exit. 

"Have a good weekend, I'll see you Monday." He says as he walks down the hall. He never says good bye to me that way, lest it raises suspicion but he will pass my office and send me a quick wink and a smile as he heads out the door. Now I'm filled with disappointment. He didn't even tell me he was leaving early today. I miss him when he's not at work, even if we're both so busy I barely see him, because I know he's never very far away. At least when I know he's leaving early, I can prepare myself ahead of time.

It's now close to 12:30, the time I go for lunch. It's so close to the time where I open the box and find out what's inside, ending my frenzied thoughts. Over the past few hours, I've thought of many things it could be. Nothing was ever really viable nor expected, but when your mind is out of control, it thinks things it normally wouldn't think.

I don't usually take my lunch out to my car, but today is an exception. He must have some plan based on timing, else I would have been able to open the box sooner. Once I reach my car, I toss my sandwich on the dash and reach for the box, intent on discovering its contents. I took off the cover to the box and found another smaller box inside, but also was a note. The note was telling me to retrieve my things and shut down to prepare to leave for the day. He has already arranged my afternoon off but didn't say how. Once I was back in the car with all my things, I could open the next box.

I don't think I've ever rushed through a mission so quickly before in my life. My curiosity and anticipation was winning over every other emotion I've ever known. I get back to my desk, set my "out of office" reply, replace my voicemail, pack up my things and rush out the door. The excitement is building as my mind explores hundreds of different possibilities.

Finally, I get back to my car! I load my things into the back seat, climb into the driver's seat and start the engine. I open the 2nd box and find a sheer negligee, a soft pastel purple that is light and wispy, long enough to reach the top of my thighs but sheer enough to see everything anyway. Along with the negligee was another note and a key! The note told me where I was to meet him, in a cabin by the lake at a remote resort not too far away. The key would get me in the door. Once I reached the cabin, I was supposed to change into the negligee and wait for his arrival. 

Once I reached the cabin and let myself in, I realized he had already been there. The cabin was toasty warm with a fire already crackling, candles were burning, soft music was playing from his iPad, and the cabin had vases of fresh lilacs scattered around. (I wonder where he found lilacs this time of year). I set my things down, removed my coat, and brought that box into the bathroom to change. On the vanity, I found another note and a blindfold. Instructions were short and to the point. Change clothes, apply the blindfold, and wait for his return on the center of the bed.

This is a new twist, something we've never done before, but I'm intrigued. I follow directions, freshen up my makeup, brush my hair and hurry over to the bed. I get comfortable wondering how long I'll have to wait for him, prop myself up on the pillows, put on the blindfold and wait. I know it was probably less than 5 minutes but it seemed like forever. I heard a door open but it didn't sound like the door to the cabin, it sounded like a closet door.

He sees me lying there, wearing the negligee, propped up on pillows with a blindfold on. I hear him take in a deep breath and moan slightly. Feeling good about myself that I can cause this reaction, I smile in the direction of his footsteps. I feel the pressure on the mattress as he joins me, my arms open instantly and rise above my head searching for an embrace. Rather than wrapping his arms around me, his hands grab mine, fingers intertwining as his lips find mine for a deep passionate kiss. This moment is so hot and exciting, I hold my breath and moan at the same time, wanting more. 

"Do you trust me" he whispered?

"Yes, of course I do!" was my reply, as I wondered where this question was leading. He'd never asked me that before. He let go of my right hand, trailing his fingertips over my nipples thru the fabric, brushing his lips against mine for another soft lingering kiss. His left hand was still holding mine and he moved my arm further above my head, reaching for the far corner of the headboard. VELCRO! I heard the rip of velco opening and felt him wrap a wrist strap around my wrist. Then he quickly extended my right arm and wrapped that wrist as well, not even giving me a chance to protest (not that I would anyway but he didn't know that).

There I lay, feeling exposed and vulnerable, and so excited. Sheer negligee, blindfolded so I can't see what's coming next, wrist bound so I can't interject with anything that might happen. Even though the fire has the cabin toasty warm, I feel a chill run through my body, a chill of excitement. Just as I wonder what he's planning next, he offers me another kiss, then grabs me by the hips and pulls me down a little on the bed. This almost stretches my arms to their limit but I'm still comfortable with my head and shoulders propped up on the pillows. 

His fingers fumble with the bow ties on the shoulders holding my negligee in place. He pulls on the lace to untie the knot. The back was never secure, so once the shoulder ties are gone, he easily removes the fabric... Now I am totally naked and warm, but the tingling in my body still causes my nipples to harden.

I hear another Velcro strap. I have to wonder what that one is for. It didn't take long for me to find out. It was for my knees. First one then the other were both tied to a strap that was waiting on the frame of the bed. My knees were at waist level, tied down to the mattress, leaving my pussy and ass wide open to the elements of the room. And if I didn't feel exposed and vulnerable before, now I REALLY did.... But the excitement was growing and I couldn't find a single reason to resist. 

He finally breaks the silence. It was probably only a couple minutes but he had me blindfolded, arms tied above my head, knees tied in a spread eagle fashion and he whispered to me, "I wanna hear you beg." He knows I refuse to beg anyone for anything, EVER!

He joined me on the mattress and straddled my hips. I could feel his solid cock against my thigh. His lips came down on my nipples as he licked first one, then the other. My body was at full attention. His licks turned into suckling, his fingertips twisting one nipple as his mouth covered the other, his cock resting upon my thigh. I couldn't wrap my arms around him, I couldn't pull him closer and hold him, I couldn't wrap my legs around his ass. All I could do was melt under the delicious attack of his tongue, lips, and teeth as he nibbled my breasts. 

I whimpered as he left me. UGH! I was waiting for more, waiting for the suckling to continue, maybe feel his tongue take its familiar path down the center of my belly to find my pulsing clit. Having lost all sight due to the blindfold, all other senses are acute. I hear the pop of something opening, although I'm not sure what it is... "Apple butter" I hear him say... then I feel the cold cream that smells of apples running over my navel and spreading down my thighs. His tongue is close behind, warming up the cool butter with his warm breath and moist tongue, softly licking the trail of apple butter. MORE SHIVERS and excitement. I want to reply in kind, I want to wrap my limbs around his body, but I am completely at his mercy. I cannot move.

OH JESUS! Just fuck me I'm thinking...! I can't take this sweet torture anymore... it's been at least 30 minutes of kissing, nibbling, caressing, sucking and I'm ready to crack! I need to cum! I need to explode. But every time I'm close, he retreats.

Finally, I feel his tongue on my clit! It's only a matter of moments now before sweet release when I can explode and float in heavenly bliss. He licks me ever so softly. He always starts off that way, gets me in a frenzy, then dives in with a tongue fucking to bring an explosive release that soaks bed sheets for a week. As much as I whimper, as much as I want to hold his head closer and wrap my legs around his shoulders, I can't. I'm not in control, I can't facilitate, I can't thrust my pussy into his face because I'm tied down. All I can do is accept this sweet torture and wait for his mercy. 

Mercy was not forthcoming. He slowly left my clit and kissed a path back up to my breasts. His hand cupped one as his lips suckled the other. He continued his trail up my neck until her reached my lips, burying his tongue in my mouth, feeling his body press mine into the mattress, his cock pulses against my already sensitive clit, tasting myself on his tongue. It won't take much, I'm ready to explode!

He stopped... he stopped kissing me, he stopped licking me, his body left mine... even though my wrists were bound and my knees were bound, I could still move my hips. I have so much need and desire, my clit is pounding, I rock my hips in an upward motion. I feel like I'm fucking the air, just looking for something, anything to grasp onto. This physical need is growing deep inside my pussy and I need something to put out the fire. I moan, pulsing pussy looking for assault, total consumption when without warning, I feel the vibration of something hard at the opening my center of desire, my center of need. He rests it against my opening and no amount of thrusting I can do with my hips will help me milk this toy deep into my core. He's holding it back, watching me thrust, waiting for me to beg....

He slowly inserts this vibrating toy as deep in my pussy as he can go. He's pushing it in, one inch at a time until I feel totally consumed. He lets it rest there, as the walls of my pussy try to inhale this toy. My hips are thrashing, I'm looking for release, I want him to fuck me hard and now, I don't even care if it's with a toy! I need the pounding! I need the release. If I were not bound, I'd be rubbing my own clit! "For Christ sakes Max, fuck me and let me cum already!" I'm starting to get violent; I'll expect a violent release. "Fuck me! Eat me! Spank me! Just stop torturing me!" My orders were followed by a chuckle. I was in no position to issue orders. All I could do was succumb to his assault. I was helpless. 

That's right.... He wants me to beg. But... I'm not a beggar! I'll take his sweet torture, but I won't beg!

He slowly withdraws the vibrating toy, leaving me feeling totally empty. Oh my god, a void that is desperate to be filled. In a swift unsuspecting moment, I feel him plunge into my core! He's not fucking me, he just buried his cock in me as far as he could reach and stayed there. The muscles of my pussy cling and contract, trying to milk him for everything he has. He pulses his hips just a little without moving his cock and that's enough to send my clit into a frenzy. If I could move freely, I would have turned him over right then and there and rode him hard, slamming my hips into his groin. 

"DAMN IT!" I cried out... "Just fuck me, fuck me hard! Max, make me cum!"

"I'm so sorry." Was his reply." I can't do that right now." 

CHRIST!!!! He wants me to beg. If I don't, he will never allow me to cum. 

"GOD DAMMIT Max, please, I beg you... PLEASE make me cum!"

He backs off, as he's considering my request. My body is in convulsions. I'm trying to fuck dry air, my body gasping for attention, for final release. I can't see what he doing, or read the expression on his face, I can't tell if he's relenting, or feeling any mercy. My body begins to thrash as much as the bindings will allow. I need to cum but I need him to help get me there... 

"PLEASE MAX!" I cry out... "Please help me! I beg you, please have mercy! I need to cum, I need to explode! I need you to help me!"

Like a time bomb, that's all he needed to hear. I felt him plunge his solid rock hard cock deep into my core and as he rocked his hips back and forth, each drive of his cock became harder, deeper, faster until I was ready to explode. The walls of my pussy with each contraction milked him for everything he had. His own release was matched by mine as my fluid squirted into a small river.

Moments later, he removed my bindings, removed the blindfold, and allowed me to rest sleepily on his shoulder. I rolled into the crook of his arm, he wrapped his arm around me and with a kiss on the top of my head, whispered "Sweet Dreams". I was definitely falling off into a slumber after all that precious torture. And I was wearing a smile on my face  I will have to remember to ask what was the special occasion, then again he makes every occasion special...



Sweet Dreams



[THIS STORY IF A WORK OF EROTIC FICTION. IT IS NON-CONSENSUAL IN NATURE. IT INVOLVES THEMES OF A HUSBAND WATCHING HIS WIFE HAVE SEX WITH ANOTHER MAN—WHICH I KNOW IS A DEFINITE BEE IN SOME OF YOUR BONNETS. IF YOU OBJECT TO THIS MATERIAL, DON'T READ IT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE.

It's been awhile since I posted any titles, but I took my wife to the dentist two weeks ago—she fell off her bike and chipped a tooth—and while I waited for her to be taken care of, my mind started to toy over the image of her being "taken care of" in another way. Do hope you have fun with it.]



"It's a wreck, is what it is," Tommy Cordova half mumbled through the gauze of the surgical mask, his face bent closely to Kate's face, the polished steel mirror working to varying angles in her mouth.

I heard Kate stifle a sob, her right eye doing a minute tic towards where I stood, arms crossed, sagged in the corner of the exam room.

Tommy straightened up after another moment and slipped the magnified safety glasses off his face. "Two molars are shot. The one furthest back looks okay."

"I don't want 'em pulled," Kate mumbled, lifting up in the dental chair just a bit.

"Gotta come out," Tommy answered, slipping the mask down past his chin, hesitating a moment when he saw the tears spring to my wife's eyes. "...It isn't a choice Kate. They are busted...shards down into the gum line that I'm going to have to dig out. ...Damn toothbrush, what the hell are the odds on that?"

"No other way," I intoned cautiously.

"Nah," he answered, shaking his head, and then turning to Kate with a gentler tone. "...You have every tooth in your head, honey. These two are in the back an' nobody'll ever see 'em. I'll see you get a good bridge or maybe even two implants will work better.

Kate finally nodded and sank her pretty head back onto the rest, blinking into the harsh dental lamp.

"I can put you out now and have it done in half an hour."

"I don't wanna be put out," she said worriedly, anxious as she again twisted to look over at me.

"Just nitrous oxide and an analgesic..."

"No," she said, shaking her head till some shard of tooth lanced deeper into a nerve and made her wince.

"It'll be okay," I said reassuringly.

"You'll wanna be out for it, trust me," Tommy said. "...And it's just laughing gas and then a shot. Won't feel a thing and won't remember a thing."

"But I took a painkiller already," she said weakly.

"What kind?"

"It was a hydrocodone."

"Vicodin? What the hell are you doing with them?" 

"My Mom had them and she gave me one."

"Just one," Tommy queried, holding up a finger for emphasis.

"...Two."

"How long ago did..."

"Hour or so," I answered, "Right before we called you."

"Be okay," he said, "Though you'll probably be off in dreamland for the rest of the night."

Kate sagged back again, her small hand coming up to brush her left cheek, puffy already with the damage within.

"So do we go for it?"

She nodded and closed her eyes.

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I'd gotten home at seven that night, finding my wife, Kate, leaning over the kitchen sink cradling a handful of ice to the left side of her cheek...Kate's Mom Helen was setting cookies and tall glasses of milk in front of our two young boys.

"What happened?"

"Had a toothbrush in her mouth and turned into the patio door," Helen said.

"What?"

"Toothbrush in her mouth," Helen said again, miming Kate brushing her teeth and then slapping the wall for emphasis. "...Bang! ...I think she has broken teeth, molars. I told her so many times about walking around like..."

"Not broken, Kate muttered angrily, not looking up. She'd actually been doing that since we'd met in high school, walking around with that stupid toothbrush in her mouth, reading the paper while she counted up and down strokes, walking out into the yard in the summer months, inspecting her flower beds with the oral-b jutting out, the little dabs of foam at the corner of her mouth. I kind of liked it all these years to be honest, it was cute, but it had always driven Helen nuts. I think that was part of why Kate still did it...a bit of rebellion from the daughter who'd rebelled the absolute least.

"Let me see it," I said, taking a flashlight down off the shelf. "...Come on."

Kate turned and reluctantly opened her mouth. Pearly while teeth, straight and perfect, two cavities in her whole life she liked to brag, the fillings shiny. And there in the back, the bloody molar clearly cracked, a second behind it, chipped and seeming out of alignment.

"We gotta go to a dentist," I said.

"No...and it's too late anyway," she sobbed.

"Tommy," I cut in...Tom Cordova was an oral surgeon who I played tennis with.

"No..."

"Let me call," I pressed, meeting her eyes...my little wife was literally phobic about doctors of any type, good for the kid's and me, but not for her. The OB once a year was stress beyond words for her...she didn't even like going to the optometrist, and would be squinting at the TV before she's let me make her an appointment. 

I called Tommy and told him what happened and...well, actually he chuckled when I told him what had happened:"A fucking toothbrush, you have to be kidding me"...and told us to drive down to his office where he met us at the front door, jeans and a ratty Pitt dental school sweatshirt.

And that was it, a quick exam and all the rest. "I held Kate's hand in mine and told her I'd stay right with her, that it would be okay. That everything would be okay."

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"What did I tell you, off in dreamland," Tommy said forty minutes later, neatly snapping his latex gloves into the red-lined trash bin. He took off the glasses and his mask and stretched a bit, rocking his back to get out the kinks.

"Thanks," I said, looking down at the measured rise and fall of Kate's chest, the clear mask up nestled alongside her head 

"Hey, anytime," he said, lifting her wrist and timing her pulse against his wrist watch.

"Just send the bill over..."

"Can't believe they give you no dental coverage over there?"

"It's called being cheap," I said, reaching down to brush a hair off Kate's forehead. Thirty-three and already with a few strands of gray in her dark hair, the boyish cut framing her neat features, always more cute that pretty, petite in her body with a slight widening in her hips as she got older. I watched her chest rise again, her smallish breasts still pert and firm, something that used to bother her when we were younger, that idea that men wanted big tits...that I did, which couldn't be further from the truth really. I was actually her first boyfriend, and I liked the fact that I'd been the only one to ever get his paws on those perfect little cupcakes.

"Well the biill shouldn't be that bad," Tommy chortled behind me.

"Hey, whatever it is—thank you for coming in like this."

Tommy looked down at my Kate and grinned. "Hey, no problem at all, buddy boy. ...Anytime I get to look at your cutie of a wife laid out absolutely comatose in my office, is worth it for me. ...Hey, I oughta keep her here till you pay up, now that would be some collateral."

"Yeah," I answered hoarsely, feeling a sudden unexpected stir in the pit my stomach.

Tommy stepped back to the fully reclined dental chair and playfully tugged at the top button on the yellow shirt-dress she was wearing. "And she'd never know a thing," he laughed, winking at me playfully and then quickly stepping back to counter where he began arranging his various instruments into clear sterilization bags.

I looked at him and wondered if he had heard the hoarseness in my tone, the rasp that caught my unexpected excitement. It was then that I should have stepped back from it and let the awkward silence shut it down. It had been a poor joke really, that was it. A tasteless joke of the kind guys would make...but always there was that truth in such things...that echo of lust and menace men had.

"She's out that good?" I heard myself say, the words a tad too tight.

"Oh, yeah," he answered, swiveling his head to look at me.

I looked down at my wife, this girl who gave me her virginity, who had my two kids. Her features were slackened a bit, her lips moving as if on words that held no sound. I could feel Tom's gaze on me.

"You wanna see 'em?" I whispered feeling a surge of adrenalin that made me half dizzy.

"...You don't have to whisper it. Your little Kate is having sweet dreams." He was grinning now, visibly excited. "...Oh, and the answer is yes. As in yes, I would love to see 'em."

I slowly put my fingers on the button closest to her throat, hesitating a second as if she might snap awake and start bellowing. My hand was shaking...I undid the button.

"Come on," Tom mouthed, stepping up to the chair now and staring down intently at what I was doing.

I undid another, then hesitatingly the next. Then the next...clear olive skin flashing as the cotton material parted...a pink brassiere with a thin edge of lace. Two more buttons, then the next...the dress undone to her navel. I met his gaze and slipped the halves apart...the bra neat and girlishly modest.

"...Do it," Tommy whispered urgently.

I hooked a finger beneath the front clasp and unhooked it...softly I lifted one cup away, the other. Her nipples were small and a deep reddish brown.

"Fuckin' gorgeous," Tom muttered. I looked up at him, his face infused with a manic lust. Without asking he reached down and put his hand over her right breast and them carefully, the left one. He worked them gently, deep caressing squeezes, peaking a nipple with his fingertips. 

"Like 'em?"

"I want to suck them, okay?" he said by way of an answer, and then lowering his mouth to them without my assent. I looked at him kissing the nipples and then sucking them, hearing the wetness as he suckled what had heretofore been mine, mine and my kids. He leaned closer to the left breast, his body across hers, sucking hard, seeming to take my wife's small tit into his mouth in its entirety. His lips glistened when he finally took his face away and met my eyes.

"I want to see it all?" he said, indicating her lower body with a tilt of his head.

I could have easily stopped it then, just a shake of my head and a grin as I buttoned Kate's dress back up...but I was too far gone. Even now, looking back at that night I couldn't have stopped it, the level of erotic excitement beyond anything I'd ever know. I nodded and without a word unfastened Kate's dress down to the bottom, flipping it wide for him to see her body...matching pink panties, the cut high on her thigh, no stockings.

"Let me," Tom said, stopping to again feel her pulse, actually bending to her head and opening her left eye with his thumb. "...Dreamland, don't worry about nothing."

"Yeah," I grunted, watching as he came down and hooked fingertips into the elastic band of the panties and quickly tugged the off, down along her thighs, leaving them looped onto one ankle. Kate's pubic hair was thick, she kept it shaved along her thighs but the bush was thick and coarse, longish hairs without much curl. Tom ran a hand through it.

"I like 'em fuckin' hairy."

"Yeah."

"Okay if I go down?" he said with a leer, staring at her exposed pussy.

Again, he didn't wait for my nod and lowered his face to her crotch, spreading her legs from below as he slid his palms under her smooth globes of her ass. I watched the act enthralled, his cheeks going in and out as he ran a tongue deep into her recesses, pulling back to take a breath, and then settling onto her clitoris, his head jerking as he flicked onto it, developing a rhythm...Kate squirmed a bit, her nipples stiffened now, her eyes flitting beneath her eyelids. Her breathing coarsened.

"Hey," I muttered worriedly, as if she were about to open her eyes.

"She's out for the fuckin' count, don't worry," he said, his mouth glistening with a carnal grin "...Anyway, they never come when they're like this, the drugs fuck their head too much."

I realized then that this wasn't Tom's first time with this, seeing his face dip onto her vagina again, coarse as he licked into her.

"...Maybe we should stop?"

"Let me fuck her, okay? I'll be careful."

He straightened himself and looked me in the eye. 

"I got a rubber if that's what you're worried about."

"No," I said, again at a point where I could have halted the insanity.

"Come on, man," he pressed, eager now. "Let me get it, it's in my desk"

"No."

He frowned.

"I mean no, don't use one. ...Do it without one."

"...You mean it?"

"...Yeah."

"She on the pill?"

I nodded, she was on it, but at that instant, I didn't care.

He stepped back and pulled the sweatshirt and his tee off together, dropping them to the floor, undoing the belt and zipper on the jeans hurriedly, shoving them down his legs as he pried his way out of his sneakers without untying them...looked at me and slipped off the striped boxers, his cock hard and jutting upward. He stroked it, caressing the balls as he stepped in front of Kate's prone, unmoving body.

"Come on, baby," he hissed, hiking her legs up and in a sharp movement jerking her down till her pelvis rested on the chairs edge, her dress scrunched up under her waist. He hefted her right leg atop his shoulder and then, meeting my eyes, extended her left leg toward me, white sneakered foot, anklet sock with a pom-pom at the heel...her pink panties dangling still. "Hold it for me, out wide like this," he went on, spreading it wide, nodding to me.

I raised my hand and gripped my wife's bony ankle, the panties draping my own wrist. My heart was hammering as I followed his gaze down to his cock...seven inches, maybe thicker than mine, a bend to the side. "...Come on, wider," he snapped, again combing his fingers through that thatch of dark hair.

I pulled the leg over a bit, still looking at this man's penis as it rubbed into my wife's vulva, the shaft hardened, obscenely purple.

"...Don't hurt her."

"Right the fuck in," he grunted and in one quick thrust entered Kate fully, her hips bucking off the chair. "Oh yeah, that's it."

He started rocking then, grinding into her, slipping her down another inch on the chair, reaching up to squeeze her tits again.

"Always wanted to fuck this little cunt of yours," he went on, and immediately started to thrust into her at a fast, almost rabid pace...grappling onto her hips as he sank the full weight of his body into each and every thrust, almost drawing his cock out entirely before driving it home again. "...Stupid fuckin' cunt," he grunted, lowering his nude, hairy torso to hers now, sucking one tit and then the other, his hands still at her hips.

I looked up at my hand as it clutched onto her thin ankle, tremors rocking up through her thighs as he sank into her again and again

"Fuck I'm gonna come," he blurted after only another minute or so...I looked down, seeing him stiffen, pressed tight into her now as his body rocked with the pleasure of orgasm...his body going rigid as he ejaculated as deep into my wife as he could.

"...Thanks ," he wheezed finally, trying to catch his breath, a moist suction as he pulled his already sagging cock free of her. "...That's how you mate 'em. How I'd love to fuck her when she's with it, huh?"

He lowered her right leg and it hung awkwardly towards the floor. He looked up at my hand as it still held her other leg. "Ease it down and let's scoot her up a bit."

Dumbly I did it and with his lifted her back up in the chair...I looked at her vagina, the smooth slit, his sperm dribbling from her, leaving a wet trail as we tugged her up. Again he took her pulse and checked one of her her eyes.

"...You like watching it?" he said, casual now...as if I let men fuck my unconscious wife all the time...a flicker of anger and jealousy sparking in my brain. "...I always fantasized about my Anne getting laid while I watch, just getting her ass just fuckin' raped. Two or three guys just wrecking her, just absolutely doing everything they fucking wanted to her." He pulled his jeans back on and then picked up the sweatshirt and started untangling it from the tee. "...Love those titties on her man," he went on, blowing a kiss towards Kate's still bared chest.

"Fix her clothes and then I'll bring her around,' he said, straitening himself a bit, pulling some paper towel off the rack, working the faucet with his wrist to wet it. "...Try an' clean her up a little, okay?" He halted the movement...drew the towels back. "...You wanna go down on it now, clean her up like that?"

I froze my eyes darting to the small puddle of semen seeping from inside her. 

"Go 'head, clean that baby up. I can see you wanna do it."

I faltered there, his sperm opaque, streaks on her thigh shimmering.

"...You're here now, buddy. Want to do it, now is the time. ...You know I ain't going to say anything."

I squared myself to the chair and moved my chin downward, soft as I touched her smoothly shaven thighs. Cum was beaded in her dark pubic hair. I could feel Tommy staring at me. I brought my mouth onto her cautiously and then I was lapping into her, pressing my mouth onto her as I tasted the saltiness of his load, licking and sucking, feeling him come up alongside and the touch of his hand to my head.

"Clean the chair up too," he ordered—and that was the intonation, there was no mistaking it—and slowly, with the slightest pressure pushed my mouth down to the trail of his sperm that had trailed from my wife. 

"God, this was a great fucking lay," he went on, finally taking his hand from me as I tidied his mess. 

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Kate was unloading groceries from the car three Saturdays later, shopping bags cluttered atop the kitchen counter. 

"I wrote the check out for Tom," she said absently as I came in to help her unpack.

The prick had sent a bill over for $575.00 just two days prior.

"Okay."

"And I called his receptionist up for the name of the dentist to do the temporary bridge," she went on, standing tippy-toe to slide a bottle of Tropicana to the back of the fridge.

Tommy had doped her good on strong painkillers and antibiotics. She was groggy and spent most of the next day sleeping fitfully, the swelling on her face gradually subsiding.

He had called a few days later and spoken to her...a temporary bridge for now and he recommended implants as the best way to go long term, to keep the other teeth in alignment. He said he didn't do that type of work but would recommend another dentist to do it. It would be maybe a month for the temporary work and a few months before she had to face the implants.

I looked at her stretch into the fridge, jeans and a baggy sweater. I'd fucked her that morning, her head lolling as she slipped into an intense series of orgasms, biting down into my shoulder as I finally came inside her. I watched as she got out of bed and scurried to the bathroom, her hand trying to keep the semen from dripping on the hardwood floor. Of course I remembered Tom's cum oozing from her...a wretch as I remembered licking it up while he watched.

"Want to go for pizza tonight," she said.

I didn't answer...the bag I was unloading had a home pregnancy test kit at the bottom...a First Response Early Result. I froze, my mouth going dry.

"Hey, did you hear me," Kate spoke up and then saw it in my hand. A slight grin, impish: "...I'm late, and you know I am never late."

"But what about the..."

"I didn't take it the night I cracked my stupid teeth," she cut it. "And the next day I was zonked on whatever he gave me and then I threw up the next night right after I went to bed, remember?"

I nodded...the antibiotic had made her nauseous for the whole week she was on it.

"I don't need the test to know it, babe. We got another kid on the way like it or not. ...How are you with it?"




Sweet Dreams



I made myself smile...my stomach doing flops.

"We wanted another anyway, just not this soon, right? ...Please, tell me it'll be okay." 

"No, it's great news, great news," I said finally, making a wide smile come "...Are you happy with it?"

"Yep," she said brightly and skipped over to hug me. I lowered my mouth into her short curly mop of hair and kissed her. And I knew the truth, knew the horrid fact of it.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Epilogue

Eight months slid by, watching Kate's belly grow with another man's child. That glow about her in the afternoons—that miserable six weeks or so of morning sickness that reduced her repeatedly to tears.

I was home early from work that day and slipped into our house through the side door, stepping into the kitchen. A man sat at our table next to Kate, her back to me. His eyes met mine...he was squat and balding, Hispanic probably. I saw the second man come in from our living room then...taller, neat in a dark suit.

He held up a badge in an ID folder. I didn't hear him introduce himself, even as he gestured to the seated man. Kate's shoulders wracked with sobs, I took a step to her and the shorter man halted me with a flat palm. 

...Dr. Cordova...Dr. Cordova...

I nodded numbly at the name...Tommy...the younger cop snapped his fingers to get my attention.

Bits of it registered, Kate burying her face in her hands as she wept "...your friend, right...arrested for sexual attacks on his female patients... cried like a baby when we hooked him up..."

"He's arrested," I stammered.

"Dr. Cordova is dead, sir. A Seconal overdose in our holding cell." 

The seated one cut in. "The doctor was a sick ticket that he was. He actually had a video camera hidden in both his exam rooms. We have 38 different women being abused on neat little diskettes."

"Your wife was one of these..."

Kate lurched from her chair and leaned over the sink, retching, dry heaves as she tried to vomit.

"Only she was the only one who had her husband stand there and spread her legs for this sick pervert. Her own husband, sir. ...You!"

"Kate," I said.

"Keep away from her."

"She's my wi...aghhh..."

Kate stood in front of me eyes ablaze with hate—I looked down at her hand, a serrated bread knife buried to the hilt in my gut, my legs sagging as she jerked it upward through my abdomen, no sensation as I crashed to the floor, a blur as the cops pulled her away, gentle even then, her pregnancy so pronounced as to be almost comic.

"You let him... you let him..." she shrieked over and over, her visage darkening, darkening...

I jerked awake, breath ragged in the darkened bedroom. I fought down the panic, the urge to jump from the bed. Slowly I turned and saw my wife sleeping peacefully alongside me. My tee shirt was soaked through, the sheet wet with sweat. Kate's was on her side, hands reflexively on her swollen belly. She snored softly. I closed my eyes and tried to push the nightmare aside.

I had had variations of the dream dozens of times since she found she was pregnant, stabbed with bread knives and carving forks, a pot of boiling water scalding me once, the time she yanked the officer's Glock free of its holster and fired three rounds into my groin, pressing it in so hard that my trousers caught fire from the muzzle flash. I'd died dozens of times at her feet, staring up into her face...that abject expression of betrayal and hate disfiguring her beautiful face as my life bled away. 

I turned on the reading light she kept at the headboard and slid close to her, easing her hand from her belly and slipping up her flannel nightshirt, her skin so taught, the bellybutton pushed outward, the thin cowl of bluish veins visible on her skin now. I watched and knew the baby was stirring. And then a small hand pressed against the inside of her womb, clear and perfect.

I kissed the hand, putting my cheek to her side and hoped to sleep in peace. 

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Sweet Dreams



I came home from work and he was sitting on the doorstep. 

"Finally," he said and he walked over to me. He hugged me gently and kissed my cheek. "How was work?"

He took my hand and guided me into my house while I told the stories I had gained from another lovely day in retail. I started walking directly to the bedroom but he stopped me, guiding me to the couch in the living room. 

"What are we doing?" I asked. It's not like all we ever did was have sex but when he just showed up like that, sex was normally the purpose. 

"I just wanted to hang out. Maybe watch a movie," he responded. He turned on the tv and popped Django into the DVD player. When he walked over to me on the couch, he sat on the other end and grabbed my hand. I was feeling very confused by the situation. Normally, movies meant cuddling. And cuddling meant eventual sex. All of the subtle cues of our sexual relationship were present but none of them were being followed through on. 

My body was becoming hot just from the normal habits. As Django started he let go of my hand and watched the screen intently. My confusion was getting more intense. I leaned over to him and pressed my face into his lap and felt that he was completely soft. He did not react even slightly to my breath over his lap. I started to move for his jeans and he caught my hand. 

"Watch the movie," he said. 

I felt rejected and strangely turned on by the situation. I had never been stopped in my life. When I tried again to reach for him, he gave me a stern look and threatened to leave if I could not behave. 

We sat silently through the rest of the movie. 

When it ended, he stood up and leaned down to kiss me gently. He left the house and hardly tossed an "I love you," over his shoulder as he shut the door. 

I was beyond confused and even more so horny. Being rejected was completely new to me. I walked up to my bedroom and stripped down. Slowly, I ran my hands from my breasts to my knees and back. I could feel my body tingling everywhere it wanted to be touched. My nipples tingled and I rubbed them gently with my thumbs. I slid a hand slowly down to my clit and began to rub in slow circles. My eyes closed and I surrendered to my senses. I dipped one finger into my wet pussy and slowly pulled back out. As I slid back in, I heard my bedroom door open. 

There he was. 

He walked over to me where I was still laying open on my bed, one hand teasing my pussy and the other still playing with a breast. "I knew I'd find you like this," he said in his gravely sex voice. "I knew you couldn't handle sexual rejection." 

He took off his shirt and pulled my hand from my pussy, replacing it immediately with his mouth. I gasped as he shoved his tongue deep into my vagina with no warning at all. He was not there to be gentle. One hand reached up and roughly handled my other breast and the other hand began to unfasten his pants. His tongue was sending shock waves through my body and making me moan. 

I heard his pants hit the floor and he climbed right on top of me. "You need to be needed, don't you baby?" he whispered into my neck. I moaned in response and he bit my neck. This was not part of the routine. I initiated any biting or roughness. He continued biting my neck and down my chest to my collar bone and I was trembling beneath him. His hand ventured down to my pussy and he shoved two fingers deep into me. I cried out from surprise and pleasure. 

"That's right, baby girl," he said. "You need me as much as I need you." 

I pushed down harder into his fingers and he pulled them away. "Not that easy," he laughed. "Show me you need me. Beg." He bit down hard on the skin under my collar bone and I could feel the skin break. I cried out. 

"Please...." I moaned. "Oh my god, please."

He laughed and bit the same place again. He kissed me roughly and I could taste my blood in his mouth. 

"Not good enough, babe. Convince me," he said into my mouth. 

I moaned. He shoved another finger into my pussy and worked me harder. I rocked into his fingers and began begging mercilessly. He still did not comply. I was frustrated and horny and needed his dick in me right at the moment. My begging was not working and I was not in control of the situation. It made me even more needy. 

"You are perfect," I whimpered. "I need your amazing cock to love me so hard I forget my name. Nobody can make me feel how you do and nobody else knows how to make me beg. Fuck me. Right. Now."

Then he was in me, hard. He sucked in a sharp breath of air as he bottomed out. I screamed. He was thrusting into me so hard that all I could hear was skin smacking together and our sounds combining to form an erotic soundtrack. I was rubbing my clit as hard as he was fucking me and we were both lacking any rhythm, in desperate need of hard and fast. 

"Harder," I moaned. 

He was able to ram into me even harder. There was nothing romantic about it. We were fucking for our own pleasure. He bit where my shoulder meets my neck and I screamed. I launched into an orgasm that felt like it lasted for several minutes. Juices squirted out where his dick was still pounding into me and he shoved his tongue down my throat to catch the screams. He fucked into me for only a little while longer until I felt his entire body tense and release as he shot deep into me. The sound he made sent the chills of a mild orgasm through my body. 

Once he gathered himself, he pulled himself from me and collapsed next to me. The motion of the bed as he collapsed woke me up. 

I looked around confused. I was still in my work clothes, sitting on the couch and holding his hand while the final scene of Django unfolded before us. 

Needless to say, I begged him into submission.



Sweet Dreams



I couldn't see a thing. I knew I was on my back, laying on a soft surface, my neck and head perfectly comfortable. My mouth was covered by another mouth. Its tongue pushed gently against mine and made love to my lips and gums. I sucked and couldn't get enough of the tongue. Then while the tongue kept licking and the lips and teeth kept sucking and biting my lips and chin and cheeks and neck, I felt a mouth cover the middle and index fingers of my left hand, then my right hand was suckled in the same manner. The feeling of these three strange mouths on my mouth and hands pulsed a shock of sexual energy into the pit of my stomach and through my testicles and penis. I felt a thick flow of precum running down my scrotum, tickling my pubes. What seemed like six or even ten hands were gently caressing my body. They rubbed my chest and softly pinched and scratched my nipples.

They lightly tickled the insides of my thighs and balls. My hard-on was thick and tight. My sack was full and heavy. Suddenly a pussy replaced the mouth on my left hand. I felt my wet fingers slide into a slippery, bald cunt and another simultaneously covered my mouth. I felt her bush on my upper lip and scraping my nose. I ate her, my tongue reaching in as far as possible. Soon my tongue ached with fatigue but I was still hungry for wet pussy. I took in her odor and felt the presence of my erection ever so intensely. My toes and feet were being sucked along with my nipples. A pussy on my mouth and one on each hand along with mouths on my toes and nipples and countless hands, finally squeezing my balls and stroking my cock, I wasn't aware of any existence other than this moment in time. All of my senses seemed to be engulfed with sex. I smelled, tasted, heard, and felt pussy, sweat and spit. But I couldn't see a fucking thing.

I imagined ten or more hot sluts crouched over me, their breasts hanging over me, their backs arched pushing their asses out to be fucked. My lower back was supported by a cushion, which raised my ass off the bed, or what ever I was lying on. I felt tongues licking my balls, my cock, and my ass and hands squeezing and kneading my ass cheeks, thighs and cock. Two or as many as five tongues and mouths were stroking and sucking the shaft of my cock but they were neglecting the head. Fingernails were parting my hair and scratching my scalp while pussies covered my fingers and mouth and mouths and hands engulfed the rest of me. Every hair on my body was raised and waves of tingling sexual anticipation overtook my senses.

Finally, my entire body, wet with saliva and pussy, the head of my cock was surrounded by at least two mouths which alternately sucked and licked me. Suddenly all contact was broken, no one was touching me anywhere. My toes curled and my back knotted; my cock reached out to fuck. They started blowing cool air from their mouths. My body was chilled and my goose flesh was tight and hard. They went on doing this for around ten or fifteen minutes until all of the saliva and juices were dried from my body. My testicles were aching and my erection remained pushing towards the ceiling, searching for stimulus. Finally a hot, wet hole was around my member, covering it all the way to the base, squeezing it with practiced skill. The pussies returned to my fingers and mouth and the hands and mouths returned to the rest of my body. My nipples were bitten and sucked, my hands and mouth were fucked and my toes and feet were licked.

My body was a giant hard cock being fucked and sucked. My cock was ridden at a steady rhythm and then the rhythm quickened and so did the rhythm of the hands, mouths and cunts. A tongue started sucking and licking my balls and ass. I pushed my tongue deep into the pussy on my face. My legs, ass and back cramped and I blasted. I couldn't move for the unbearable sensitivity of my dripping cock and the rest of my titillated body. The pussy remained on my semi hard prick but the other pussies and mouths were removed and replaced by gentle caresses and massaging. I woke up soaked with sweat and cum.



Sweet Dreams



I wrote this as a lust letter to Jtolaker1. A lust letter is like a love letter, but with less emotions and more fucking. I have no real experience with any of the activities in this, so it likely lacks realism. Enjoy!

*****

I'm prepared for a lot of things, at least I think I am. I keep thinking about you fucking me, though, and I don't know if I'm prepared for that. I imagine us meeting up somewhere. We'd go out for coffee, or maybe a meal, and figure out that we got on pretty well and there was something to it, and head to a hotel.

In the room it'd be all tongues and mouths and peeling off clothing. Before long you'd shove me down to my knees and have me start eating you. Between the feel, and the taste, of you on my tongue, I'd start to moan, and you'd tell me to shut up and let you enjoy yourself, that I wasn't doing this for my fun. I'd close my eyes and devote myself to silently worshipping you with my mouth. You'd tilt your head back and wrap your fingers in my hair, making sure I knew that I had to keep going, and stay right there. And with every noise you'd make, I'd get a little bit harder at the thought that I had anything to do with it, a little more aroused at being useful to you.

"You know what?" you say. You gasp a bit, because I keep eating you, afraid of what you'll do if I stop without telling me to. "This is nice, but... all these months, I've been thinking about fucking your cute little ass. Mmm. Shoving my cock right into it. Taking that part of you and making it all mine. Yes. Enough of this. I'm plenty wet. I need to fuck you now."

I'm not so sure about this. "I, uh... you know how much I want that, but also I don't, and I don't know if I can really go right into it on the first night. We should take it slow. Maybe tom-" I stop, because you've just spit on my face. I'm a little stunned and don't know what to do.

"Then why are you here, Pet? Remember what you're for," you say.

"I. Um."

"I don't care if you don't want it. And neither should you."

"Ohgod. Yes. You're right. Um, fuck. Fuck. Please fuck me. If that's what you want. Please. God. I'm begging you. I'm already on my knees. Please, fuck me."

"Good. I'm going to go put it on. You have until I get back to get undressed, on all fours, and as lubed up as you're going to get."

I scramble around, tearing my clothes off and frantically lubing myself as deep as I can manage. I don't really know what I'm doing and I'm terrified of what's about to happen and I'm as hard as I've ever been in my entire life. I decide I'm not getting any more slippery and get on my hands and knees on the bed. After a minute or two, I hear you come out. I wonder if it really takes you that long to put on a strapon, or if you were making sure I had the time to lube myself. I don't know which is true, and I don't know if I'd rather be with a woman who's thoughtful or thoughtless. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel the bed shift as you climb onto it, and soon I can feel something hard pressing right against my asshole. "Ask me again."

"What?" I'm confused. I'm lost. This is already terrifying and now I don't even know what's going on. Did I do something wrong?

"You're on your knees. Ask me to fuck you again. Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear it."

"I... please. Please fuck me." I can feel you moving against me, just a tiny little bit. Pushing into me, not enough to go in, but I can feel you're there. "Please do what you want to me." You move the dildo in a circle, following the ring of my asshole, and I gasp, because I know what's coming. "Use me, like I deserve. Use me to bring yourself pleasure, please. Just, please, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" I cut off, you slide into me slowly. In a little, out a little. In a little bit more. "Fu, fu, fu, fu, ohgod. Fu..." It's not the sensation. It doesn't really hurt. It's sliding in and out and my body, my ass, is adjusting. But my mind is well and truly fucked, because I'm realizing that I've finally found a woman who will really use me, and do what she wants, and won't care if I like it. After all this time I'm getting what I deserve and what I need. God, yes. "...uck me! Yes!" You figure that if I can make whole words again, I can take your whole cock, and I feel it slide deeper into me, slowly, until I can feel the warmth of your thighs right up against me. You hold there, reveling in the moment of having me totally impaled, listening to my staggered breathing and looking down at your handiwork.

"Thank me," you say.

"Oh, god. Thank you!"

"'Thank you' for what?"

"Thank you for using me. For picking me to use. I know you could have picked someone else. But you didn't. You let me give myself to you. Thank you. Thank you for letting me give you a piece of myself that I can never have back. Thank you for taking this from me forever just so you can feel good tonight. God, yes. Thank you. Thank you for fucking me. Fuck me. Please, FUCK ME!"

There's a pause, and I can almost hear your smile. You grab my hips and start to move back and forth, in and out of me. It doesn't feel bad. It doesn't feel good. Strange, uncomfortable. Like I'm just being used. It feels exactly right. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, yes, thank you. Tha-"

"Shut up. Just let me enjoy this." You keep moving, and look down. After all this time, you're fucking a man. And he's taking it all just for you, just because it's what you want. Whatever else happens, right at this moment, he's yours.

You start fucking me slower, but harder, and your nails dig into my hips. I can feel from the way I'm being fucked just how much you love this, how much you love owning a part of my body, and all of my mind. "Mmm. Good boy," you say, and I gasp. "Mmmm, yes. Just like this." We start to get into it, and I feel your hands come off my hips. I don't know if you're touching yourself, or just folding your hands above your head while you flex your hips back and forth like you're the queen of the world. But either way, you're pleased with yourself, and you start to moan. I can't talk, so I start pushing back just a tiny bit, silently pleading with you to use me, however you like, to not worry about me. This is your time. All of it is your time, always. Please.

You speed up, and I silently thank past-me for using plenty of lube. I don't know if it's the dildo or your hand, but something must be rubbing against your clit, because you start to moan louder and louder each time you push all the way in. I breathe faster and shallower, thinking, "yes, god, finally, finally she's using me like I deserve, yes." You bend over, snaking an arm around me, and wrap your hand around my cock, which I'd all but forgotten about. I gasp and choke as you touch me, ready to explode instantly. You stop fucking, and move your hand up and down, testing the heft of my cock. "This is it? This is all you have? Ha! No wonder I'm the one doing the fucking. This is pathetic. It doesn't even deserve a reacharound. Does it? Tell me it doesn't."

"No, it doesn't. I don't. I'm worthless, it's worthless. I don't deserve anything. Thank you for using me anyway. Thank you so much."

"Ha! God, you are pathetic. And I will use you. You'll be my." Thrust. "Pathetic." Thrust. "Fuck toy." Thrust. "You really do like that, don't you?" You start to chuckle as you drive into me, alive with the joy of it. It's too much for me. I'm being fucked, I'm being used, I'm being laughed at for being my pathetic self, I can't handle it, and I start to tremble, and my arms give out, and I collapse to the bed. You lose balance and fall right with me, slamming your dick all the way into me when you land. It hurts, but I barely notice, because I feel your weight on top of me, on all of me, I feel your breasts press into my back, and that little extra reminder that I'm being of use to a woman hits me on some subconscious level, and I can feel my ass relax, opening itself to you just a little more.

You feel it too.

"I really can do whatever I want to you, can't I?" you say as you resume your thrusting.

"Yes. God, yes. Please." My breathing gets heavy. With every thrust, my cock rubs into the bed just a little bit. 

"I hope you enjoyed that before. I might never touch your pathetic cock again," you say, your breathing getting heavier.

"Ohgod thank you." I'm ready to come. But you haven't told me to yet? But you haven't told me not to. I don't know. I try to hold it off. My job isn't to come. My job is to be your toy and get fucked. But I don't know how much longer I can hold off. Fuck.

"I've always wanted to fuck a man, you know," you say as you speed up, loving every second.

"Yes. I know. Thank you so much for pic-"

"Too bad I had to settle for you," you say, and I explode all over the sheets, screaming, coming my brains out while you slide mercilessly in and out of my ass, which is clenching so hard. You stop and hold yourself up with one hand, furiously rubbing your clit, dripping wet that a man just came from you fucking and degrading him, and you look down at my twitching body, and the orgasm comes over you in a wave, instinctively flexing your hips, and I whimper from being pushed deeper into my own cum, and you gasp and grin and keep coming. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" you say, thrusting with every word. "You. Are. My. Bitch! Unnngh!"

"YES," I moan into the pillows, and you pull out and roll over, flopping down next to me.

"God, that was amazing," you say. "Just... just stay right there. It's late and I'm exhausted. I want you to pass out in a puddle of your own cum. Think about what just did that to you."

"Unnnnnnh," I moan. Words are for people who haven't just had their virginity callously taken.

"Tomorrow I'll fuck you again," you say, and I nod. "But I don't think I'm going to use any lube. I want you to hurt more. For me."

"Oh god," I say, my eyes going wide. I can feel myself starting to get hard again. "I..."

"Sssh. You be a good boy and sleep now. Sweet dreams."



Sweet Dreams



Based on a true story.

 Sweet Dreams 

Chapter One: The Tease

 It had been a long night's work. I was working third shift at a local retail chain store stocking shelves. This was back in the early eighties before they all started staying open 24 hours. 

 It was 8am and I was supposed to leave at 6. Over time again...I didn't mind, I liked the extra money, I needed it.

 I was young, only eighteen and I still lived with my parents. I wanted my own place so I was hoarding money like a miser.

 I was back in the stockroom putting up the overstock for the display I had built. I was supposed to be using a ladder to get to the higher shelves but decided to just climb the shelving. The rows of shelves were close enough that I could put a foot on both sides and straddle the isle while putting the boxes on the shelf. Elizabeth, one of the department managers stepped around the corner.

 "You know you're supposed to be using a ladder for that..." she said.

 At first I thought I was in trouble but then saw the smile form on her face as she picked up the last box and handed it to me. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her smile. To say I had a thing for her would be an understatement.

 Elizabeth was in her early thirties and had a body that most twenty year-old women would die for. She always wore tight dress slacks that showed off her long shapely legs that ended at her perfectly shaped ass. Today she wore a tight white button up dress shirt. That showed off the cleavage of her perfectly formed b-cup breasts.

 As I put the last box on the shelf I looked down and had a perfect view. The top two buttons were undone the third was straining to contain the beauty within. Her hair was a dark brunette but what got to me most were her eyes. They seemed to almost glow with what I could only describe as a smoldering sensuality. I could only dream that with the right coaxing I could bring them to a burning flame of passionate desire. I knew there was no way a woman like this would be interested in a kid like me. So I did my best to keep my feelings to myself.

 Maybe it was that I was tired, or maybe it was the sight of her looking up at me with those eyes. I slipped, started to fall. She reached up to help brace me. A wave of embarrassment ran through me.

 "What a klutz" I thought to myself.

 "Are you okay" she asked as I repositioned myself moving my legs down.

 I was now standing two shelves lower.

 "Yes" I replied, "Just a little tired."

 Then I realized she was still bracing me. Her right hand had gone to my left hip. Her left hand grabbed the front waistband of my jeans, right at the top button. Her fingers had slipped just inside as she held on to me. Her face was only a few inches away from my crotch looking up at me. As much as I wanted to keep my feeling to myself my body had its own ideas. I could feel my cock starting to grow at the closeness of her hand.

 She was looking me straight in the eyes and a smile came across her face.

 "That's why you use ladders" she said, the playfulness still in her voice.

 Her right hand left my hip as she moved back a little but her left still held onto the front of my jeans. My cock reached its full potential. I could feel the head pressing against her fingertips. A million emotions ran through me, I couldn't speak.

 Her eyes went from mine downward, watching her own hand as she slipped her fingers out of my waistband and slid her hand slowly down the front of my jeans tracing the shape of my cock. 

 I know it was only a few seconds but for me time went into slow motion I felt my legs tremble as her hand reached the base of my shaft gently rubbing my balls. Every fantasy I had ever had couldn't compare to what I was feeling in this moment.

 I had closed my eyes for a second, and then opened them she was looking directly at me again. Her hand slid down my inner thigh then fell away from me.

 "Maybe you should go home and get into bed. I wish I could, but I have a long day ahead of me" she said as she turned to walk away.

 I looked down noticing the shapeliness of her back, everything about this woman cried out sensuality! 

 Looking at her walking away from me I noticed there was a sway to her walk I hadn't seen before, confidence or maybe even cockiness. 

 The sound of her heels on the concrete floor of the stock room seemed to echo as she walked away. Then I heard her say "Sweet Dreams".

 Sweet Dreams

Chapter Two: The Fantasy

 The drive home was frustrating. All I could think about was Elisabeth, her hand sliding down the front of my jeans, tracing the shape of my hard cock. That seductive dark red lipstick she wore, not over done but just enough to enhance her sensuality. The thought of those lips sliding up and down my cock made me hard again as my foot pressed the gas pedal down a bit farther.

 At home I walked quickly to the door. I was only eighteen and lived with my parents. They both worked days so I had the place to myself. I went in and got into the shower. Making it cold hoping that would help my emotions subside, it didn't work. My mind swam with thoughts about her.

 I got out of the shower and was still drying myself off as I went to my bedroom. I turned on my radio to the slow jazz station. If my friends knew I listened to music like this they would have called me a sissy. Still, I knew there was a time and place for everything and when it came to thinking about Elizabeth it had to be classy.

 I flopped down on the bed, lay back and closed my eyes. I could still hear her voice.

 "Sweet dreams," she had said.

 And I thought, "If I am awake, is it a dream or a fantasy, definitely a fantasy".

 She had been a fantasy of mine for some time now and after this morning's teasing the fire of that fantasy was burning hot. My hand slid down across my washboard abs reaching for my hard cock, gripping it tightly. Thoughts of her eyes, her lips, raced through my mind as my grip loosened a bit and I began to slowly stroke.

 "Take your time," I told myself.

 I knew that if I were with her I would want to take my time and enjoy every minute. I imagined the warmth of her lips pressing against mine my tongue slipping gently into her mouth, our tongues slowly beginning to swirl around each other, the feeling of our bodies pressing against each other.

 My hand began to stoke faster as small, almost electric sensations shot out and into my body. I bit my lower lip to suppress a moan. Damn I was hot.

 I thought of kissing my way down her neck to her beautiful breasts, caressing them gently with my hands as I teased her nipples with my lips and tongue.

 My hips raised against my stroking hand, then slowly lowered again. My grip tightened as I began to jerk harder, faster. The sensation was becoming more intense.

 I fantasized about kissing my way down across her stomach....down... kissing, licking.

I could feel my cum building up. My body wanted to let my desires take over.

 "Not too fast, not too fast!" I told myself.

 I slowed my stroking as my fantasy led my tongue to her clit, wondering if her hips would lift to meet it. I imagined the exquisite taste as I let my tongue trace down her soft pink lips. Swirling around the entrance where my cock so long to enter.

 My desire for her began filling my body. My hand once again started to stoke a little faster, even as I tried to resist.

 Would she moan with pleasure as my tongue slid back up to slowly tease on her clit, as I worked it in slow circles around her now hard button.

 The electric sensations once again raced through my body. I wanted... no, I needed to cum. I tightened my grip on my cock as I kept the steady rhythm, trying to hold back.

 I fantasized that as my tongue worked faster and faster her hands would drop down and grabbed me by the hair pulling my face in tighter.

 With my grip still tight I once again increased the speed I was stroking my cock. The sensation was burning through my entire body; it was almost too much to bear.

 With my eyes closed I pictured her as she began to near climax her thighs closing tightly around my ears, her hips would rising, as her body began to trembled. I fantasized about her head falling back, mouth opening to let her moans of pleasure escape. I wanted so much to give her such pleasure.

 I was no longer capable of using conscious thought my head spun and my hand began to pound my cock hard and my hips began to pump up and down out of pure sexual instinct matching each stroke. I could feel my cum as it moved up the shaft of my pulsating cock flowing toward the head. My hand moved even faster my grip tightened trying to hold back.

 I held on the fantasy of the image of her eyes, as she exploded in ecstasy.

 Every muscle in my body tightened, my back arched up as my cock exploded. White hot drops of ecstasy sprayed up to my chest. My body was tight as my hand kept pounding harder, faster. A second burst of cum landed across my abs releasing with it the frustration from this morning's teasing. The next few strokes released most of the cum and frustration from my shaft.

 My body began to relax back down into the bed. I kept stroking, slower now, gripping tighter trying to milk every last sensation from it as the last drops of cum dripped out. My hand still held my cock. I wondered if she knew that I was going do this when I got home. I was sure she did but I still knew she wouldn't take it any farther.

 "What a fucking tease!" I thought, "Then again she could tease me any time."

 I used the towel from my shower to clean myself up. I had worked a twelve hour shift and with the release I just had I found myself leaving the fantasy behind only to get lost in the very same sweet dreams she had told me to have.

 Sweet Dreams 

Chapter Three: Pay Day

 I woke from a dream about Elizabeth. My cock was so hard it hurt. Many of my dreams were about her. After this morning's encounter I knew it would only become worse. It was something I was willing to handle. However, I didn't have the time right now.

 I rolled over, looked at the clock. I over slept. It was always hard to adapt to third shift. Got to get my head back into the game, I thought to myself. I jumped up for a quick and cold shower, dressed, and rushed out to get my ass to work. Damn, five minutes late, I thought to myself as I walked through the front doors. My boss, Charlie, always waited up front for his workers. He would give out the nightly work assignments and then go off to find someplace to sleep. As I ran through the door, Charlie was nowhere to be seen. Could I be so lucky?

 I saw Dave, one of the janitorial staff. He was in the snack bar area mopping.

 "Hey Dave, where's Charlie?" I asked.

 "He didn't come in, an emergency or something" Dave replied.

 "Do you know who's working then?" I asked.

 "One of the daytime, suits I guess." he said.

 I was happy I avoided Charlie's wrath. I headed toward the back of the store. It was Friday night and payday to boot. At the back of the store I went through the doors that led up to the second floor. Some of the daytime staff were still hanging around the break room. They were planning on going to the club. Sometimes I envied them, but that wasn't really my scene. I was somewhat shy and the idea of picking a woman up that way... well I wouldn't know where to begin. I quickly clocked in and went over to the window where the receptionist sat. She was packing up her stuff for the day.

 "Hey Sally, can I get my check?"

 "Hi John, Sorry I don't have them. Charlie won't be here tonight. Liz should have it though. She's back in the manager's office. She's working Charlie's shift tonight"

My heart stopped cold. Did she just say Liz. Liz is what everyone else called Elisabeth but it just didn't seem to fit. Calm down John, I told myself. She's here to work. There is no way she is here for just you. I looked up and noticed Sally looking at me.

 "You Okay?" she asked looking concerned.

"Yeah, I just lost my train of thought."

 "Well you have a good night. I'm going to go home now." It wasn't what she said.

It was how she said it. 

 The smile on her face said she knew something I didn't. Was it my imagination getting the better of me. Get real John, your just tired and horny. There was no way she could know anything. I turned and walked down the hall to the manager's office. The door was open. 

 Elizabeth was standing on the other side of the office, behind the big oak desk. She was looking out into the store through the big security window. I started to knock, then paused. The lights in the office were off. The only light coming into the room was from the window and the door where I stood. Elisabeth was partially silhouetted, which only emphasized the perfection of her slender figure. I drew a deep breath and I gazed upon her beauty. Her hair was up, showing the length of her neck. Instead of her usual dress slacks, she was wearing a dress. It was the classic, sexy, little black dress that it seemed all women owned. Still, few could make it look as good as Elizabeth. It was very form fitting, tight at the waist, and had an open back. As my eyes traveled down, I noticed it stopped just above the knees. She wore black stockings which lead down to a pair of high heels that defined her legs perfectly. This is not what I thought a manger would ever wear to work on third shift.

 I knocked lightly on the door and cleared my throat.

 "Elizabeth" My voice faltered. Bolstering myself, I continued as she turned to face me, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was told you had the pay checks."

 "John, you could never be a bother." she said with her regular playfulness. She reached for a small pile of checks sitting on the desk and started to shuffle through them. I walked over to the desk. My confidence rising, I took a deep breath.

 "If you don't mind me saying so, you look beyond beautiful tonight." Oh God, I thought, was that too much?

 "Oh this" she replied looking down at herself. "My daughter had her violin recital tonight. She's twelve and it's everything to her. Since her father and I got divorced he never shows up anymore. Then I had to drop her off at my sister's and come straight here. I'll change later when I get the chance." The smile never left her face, which calmed me down a little more.

 "Here it is" she said pulling my check from the stack. It looks like you have a big one"

 I had been working a lot of overtime. However the innuendo was not lost on me. Memories of this morning's encounter in the stockroom flashed through my mind. Then pulling off a yellow post it note that was attached to my check she continued. 

 "Oh actually, I'm not supposed to give this to you until you have your ninety day performance review. Charlie was supposed to do that tonight. Since he's not here, I guess I'll have to take care of that for him" She walked out from behind the desk and leaned back on it next to where I stood. My heart beat a little faster as her skirt slid up and I could see the buckle of a garter belt attached to the top of her stocking. She seemed not to notice. I thought to myself that the other mothers at the recital probably

didn't appreciate the way she was been dressed. She leaned forward her breasts pushing up as she handed the check to me.

 "I'll tell you what," she said in a playful half whisper. "'I'll give this to you now if you promise to come back up later, so I can review your performance." Once again the innuendo was not lost on me. My hand reached out to take the check from her.

 Oh God this wasn't fair, I thought. I tried frantically to think of something suave, sophisticated, or even at least witty to say. "I Promise," was all I that came out.

 At that moment Tony step into the office. It broke the tension but annoyed me all the same time.

 "Hey Liz I heard you have our checks?"

 Tony had worked here longer then I had. He claimed to have slept with half the women who had worked here. Furthermore he was trying to get together with Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked toward me and rolled her eyes. She put one hand on my shoulder and leaned across the desk to get the checks. Her body brushed against mine. I felt my body tense. Tony gave her the once over and winked.

 "Hey Liz you look really hot! You didn't have to get all dressed up for me you know."

 Tony truly thought of himself as a ladies' man. Truth be told he had been with more women than me. Most of them were one night stands. He worked on quantity where I felt quality was far more important. Still, Elizabeth was having not falling for it. That was one of the many reasons I found her so captivating. I loved her confidence.

 "Trust me Tony I didn't...." her tone had quickly become sarcastic as she handed him his check.

 "You can go start facing shelves in the hardware department. Let everyone know that I'll send John down in a few minutes with their work assignments." Tony turned and walked out the door whistling as he went.

 Once again she leaned against me and reached across the desk to pick up a clip board.

I inhaled sharply. Oh God, does she know what she is doing to me. I could feel my heart race as the room felt a little warmer.

"Charlie left this list of job assignments. Could you please be a dear and take care of getting everyone started? Three people didn't show up tonight. I trust you to figure it out." Her voice was once again playful. "Once your done come back up, I'll take care of that review," she said as her hand reached up and touched me on the chest. Her fingers trail down to my abs.

 I felt more confident after seeing her treat Tony so casually. Not to mention her touch that gave me that familiar feeling that told me I was starting to get hard. I replied, "Elizabeth, I'll take care of everything, and come right back up, I promise!"

 I started to turn and she suddenly said in a quiet, almost sultry tone. "John, why do you always call me Elizabeth and not Liz like everyone else does?" The way she said my name made my heart skip a beat. I hesitated.

 "I fits you better."

 "What do you mean?"

 "Well... I..." I found myself stammering. "Well I mean that... I see you as being more sophisticated than just a Liz."

 She smiled again. "Sophisticated, How?"

 "Liz... well, sounds like a girl who would be happy with the drive thru at McDonald's. I guess I see you as more of a twelve course gourmet meal type. Does that make any sense?"

 She smiled. I loved her smile. It wasn't her usual playful smile but something more. It was deeper. I saw a look in her eyes that seemed to pull me toward her. Her body leaned forward. And I found her lips pressing against mine. Her tongue softly slipped past my lips. I responded by leaning into her and returned her affections. The warmth of our kiss sent my head into a momentary spiral. She moaned softly pulling back a little. She was breathing heavy as her forehead leaning against mine. I noticed that her eyes were closed. Her lips parted to let out a big sigh. In that moment I knew she wanted me

as much as I wanted her. She breathed in and she opened her eyes. Her hand on my chest seemed reluctant to push me back. She glanced down and then back up at me.

 She whispered "Go get everyone started." Her fingers gently pushed as she said "then come back up just like you promised"

 Completely speechless, I pivoted and started walking toward the door. I was stopped by her voice again.

 "And by the way, that was just the appetizer," she said softly. "I expect the other eleven courses when you get back."

I smiled as I step through the door to the hallway. My insecurities were fading quickly. That is always how it was with me. When I wanted a woman, I always felt that she wouldn't be interested in someone like me. However, when she lets me know, by her action or her words my confidence rises. I had a very good teacher. She was an older woman who taught me what women really wanted. It was the true secret to women and it was so simple. They are just people. No two were exactly alike, each with their own desires and needs. They may be similar but never exactly the same. Pay attention and they will tell you exactly what they want, even if they don't use words.




Sweet Dreams



I was on edge, part of me wanted to turn around walk back into the office. I wanted to bend her over the desk and take her right then and right there. However the better half of me won out and I moved quickly down the hall to the stairs. I took the steps two at a time. I paused in front of the door at the bottom. I took a couple deep breaths in and out to clear my head. Then I went out to find everybody, give them their assignment, and get back as quickly as possible. There were only four of us working tonight, which was usual for a payday. So, at least this wouldn't take long. They were all in the hardware department with Tony. The cleaning crew was over in the soft line's area of the store redoing the floors. As I approached, Tony gave out a long slow whistle.

 "Man did you see Liz? She was hot! I may have to go up and get me some of that!"

 "More likely you'll get yourself a fired and a lawsuit to boot!" I replied.

 "Come on now, you wouldn't even know what to do with a woman like that!" he retorted.

 Part of me wanted to brag. I wanted tell him how good it felt to kiss her, about the look in her eyes, and the sultry sound of her voice when she made me promise to come back. It wasn't worth it. Ignoring Tony's comment I turned to the two other workers. They were new and had only been working a week or so. I couldn't even remember their names. I asked them to go back into receiving and start working the new stock that had come in on today's truck.

As for Tony, well maybe the power went to my head. I looked at the list of assignments for the evening. Tony was listed to clean up in the back stock room. I knew he would just go back and sleep. Since we were short handed I looked for something to keep him busy. Yeah that's the one, I thought to myself with a slight sly smile.

 "Tony, Cindy didn't show up tonight so you need to go over and restock the feminine hygiene isle."

 I knew he hated that job.

 "Ah, Shit! Isn't there something else I can do?" He pleaded.

 Yes power had corrupted me, oh well, I thought. Then replied "I know, just get it done then you can go back and clean the stock room. I'll be in the sight and sound stockroom going over inventory"

 I picked that job for myself because the room would be lock. If anyone came looking they wouldn't know that I was upstairs with Elizabeth. Tony walked off grumbling. I knew he would get over it and at least he would be busy for awhile.

 I walked to the sight and sound department and headed down the stereo aisle. I turned all the stereos to the same station and then cranked up the volume so everyone could hear. We did this every night. It was one of the perks to third shift. I walked around the department pretending to check the shelf stock. I had to put on the act. Fifteen minutes later I started to work my way to the back of the store. As I reached the top of the stairs, I opened the door to the break room and I could feel my heart as it started beating faster. Could this really be happening, I thought to myself as I walked down the hall to the manager's office.

 Elizabeth was standing where she had been earlier looking out the security window into the store. I knew she had to seen me as I worked my way back through the store. I walked slowly across the room, taking in her beauty. Her long beautifully shaped legs, her perfect tight round ass, those hips, the slender V shape of her back as it as it came up to her soft rounded shoulders, and the length of her neck. I felt like I was walking into one of my dreams. My jeans became uncomfortable I could feel my cock growing quickly. By the time I reached her It was hard. It hurt a little as the skin became stretched to its limit.

 I placed my hand on her right hip. The other hand went a little higher on her left side sliding about her waist. I pulled her to me. I gave her a soft kiss just above her collarbone. I felt her press back against m e. No words were said as I trailed my lips up her neck, stopping just at the back of her ear. Her head fell back and a soft moan escaped her lips.

 "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known" I whispered softly.

 She slowly turned to face me. "I don't know why you..." she cut me off by lightly placing her fingers over my lips.

 She spoke softly. "You don't have to say anything. I know you don't know why. That's why I want you."

 She gazed into my eyes. Her hand slid up the front of my jeans her nails trailing over my cock. I felt myself tremble. This was going too fast. Her fingers stopped at the top of my jeans. Her nails made quick work of the top button. She unzipped my jeans and she leaned towards me her lips pressing softly against mine. Her fingers wrapped around my cock. Her tongue sought entrance into my mouth and she began to stroke me. It was too much. I could feel my cum building fast. 

 I reluctantly tore myself away from her whispering across her lips. "I don't want to cum yet! Please not yet. I want t-t-too..."

 She cut me off, "It's okay. Cum for me, let it go!"

 Her words were like a trigger. I lost control. My whole body trembled as I felt that first hot burst of cum release from my cock into her hand. She kept the same slow rhythmic stoking. Then leaned in and kiss me again, deeper, harder than before. My moans of pleasure escaped into her mouth. I could feel my cock shooting my cum onto her hand as she kept up the slow stroking. As I began to come down from the ecstasy high I felt my cock begin to soften.

 I could hear myself saying to her; "I'm sorry, I didn't want to... not that fast" My breathing was heavy and I spoke in short quiet gasps. "I... I..." looking into her eyes I continued, "I can do it again."

 A smile came across her face. Her eyes sparkled with what I could only describe as desire. "I was counting on that," she whispered as she leaned in and began kissing me again.

 I felt as if I was at the mercy of this woman's desires. Desires I longed to fulfill. I let my left hand slide around to the back of her neck, while the other traced down the length of her spine to rest at the small of her back. My fingers moved up into her hair at the nape of her neck. Gently my fingers tangled into her hair gathering it softly into my hand. With a gentle tug I brought her head back as I began to kiss my way down the right side her neck. The moan from her parted lips was soft and deep. I stopped my lips at the center of her collar bone. I carefully untangled my fingers from her hair and slid my hand back to her shoulder. My hand at the small of her back and my other at her shoulder, I slowly turned her and pushed her back to the desk. She followed my lead perfectly as if we were caught in some sensually, hypnotic waltz.

 Reaching the desk, I lifted her up on it. My hands slid up the sides of her legs. My fingers caught at the hem of her dress pulling it with them, giving me a better view of her legs. Seeing the top of the thigh high stockings, the strap of her garter belt, and the black lace panties, I fought the urge to drop to my knees. Not just yet, I told myself. I began sliding my hands up her sides around to her back pulling her in for another deep sensual kiss. The kiss was more passionate then before. Her tongue was moving more deliberately, demanding. Her breathing was faster. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest and her small, soft moans were muffled by our kiss. My hands slid to her shoulders hooking into the straps of her dress and sliding them slowly down her arms. My fingers softly caressed her skin as the dress fell down to bunch at her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra! I couldn't help but look down at the beauty of her perfect B-cup breasts. I let the fingers of my left hand slide up gently, reaching out for her breast I softly caressed it. My right hand went up from the small of her back. My fingers again gathered her dark brunette strands. I pulled on her silken strands ending our kiss.

 Her moan wasn't louder but seemed to resonate from somewhere deeper inside her. I began to kiss my way down the other side of her neck. I deliberately and slowly did it kiss by kiss, letting my tongue stop to tease her with gentle swirls. I lips moved down her neck, to her chest. I took the nipple of the breast into my mouth. My tongue swirled teasing it in circles as I let my lips softly enveloped the areola. Her back arched instinctively pushing herself towards the source of pleasure. Her hands dropped to the desk her fingers gripping it for support herself.

 She moaned with a whispering gasp, "Your such a tease!" Her back arched, as she inhaled sharply, "Oh God yes!" her body trembled in my embrace.

 Hearing her sounds of pleasure excited me. Feeling her body's movements told me what I wanted to know. I was turning her on. My cock responded by beginning to grow hard once again.

 My right hand released her hair and slid it around to her right breast. Her breathing was fast. She tried to be quiet, but the soft moans still escaped her beautiful lips. I brought my attention to her other breast and I let my tongue swirl softly around her nipple. My lips covered it with their warmth, softly sucking, coaxing each soft, sigh like moans out of her. Next I gently let my teeth take hold. She almost jumped forward. Her hands quickly moved to the back of my head, grabbing my hair. She pulled me tightly into her chest. Her lips let out a long, hard moan and I felt her hips thrust forward. Her back arch a little bit more against me. I pushed my body into hers holding her on the desk. I lingered there a moment, slowly releasing the pressure of my teeth and soothing her nipple with my tongue. Then with a few soft kisses. I pulled back a little. I felt her body relax melting softly into mine. We held the embraced a moment feeling each other's warmth. 

 I pulled back to peel off my t-shirt. She looked at me with pure lust in her eyes. Her fingers slid down my chest. Her nails lingering at my abs. Quickly her hands dropped to the top of my jeans. Her nails hooking into my boxers she pulled them down past my hips. The fabric fell to the floor gathering around my ankles. I could tell she was eager for more. I could feel my cock jump at her touch as she stroke me gently. Not yet, I thought to myself, and began kissing my way down across her stomach. Slowly I dropped to me knees forcing her hand away from my cock. Naturally her hands went back to my hair, gently urging me to continue. My lips kept kissing down, slowly teasing her even more. I wanted to drag out every lingering kiss, letting my tongue make gentle swirls. I wanted her hot. I wanted her hotter then she had ever been before.

 I stopped at the top of her black lace panties. The smell of her perfume mixed with the enticing aroma of her wetness. I wanted to taste her so badly. I resisted. It was much harder to do this time as my desire for her reached new heights. My cock still feeling the latent sensations from her touch, I moved my head back. Her fingers slipped from my hair to rest on the edge of the desk. Carefully I lifted her left leg to my shoulder bending her knee. Looking down at me expectantly she slowly lowered herself back on the desk. Her body trembled slightly. I heard soft moans. They were almost like whimpers, sounds of unfulfilled desire. Desire that she wanted so desperately to be satisfied. I kept teasing. Maybe the power was going to my head again.

 I kissed the inside of her thigh starting at her knee. I worked my way up slowly. My lips stopped at the top of the stocking, my Breath hot upon her thigh. My hands were shaking as I reached to unhook the garter belt. Mt fingers fumbled with front buckle then the back. I was trying to move slowly but my desire made my hands faster move faster then I wished.

 I lifted her right leg up and placed it over my shoulder like I had done to the other. This time I went straight to the buckles, undoing the quicker than before. My right hand went up to hook around the top hem of her panties. The left hand slid up her inner thigh to the bottom of her panties. Oh my God she is dripping! My body trembled, and I tensed up as I felt the heat of her.

 Her hands reached up behind, gripping the far edge of the desk. Her hips pushed up against my hand. I could feel her legs pressing down hard on my shoulders. Her whole body tightened with desire. Through her panties I could feel the soft form of her pussy lips. I could feel her neatly trimmed bush as I let the left hand linger. Applying a little pressure where I felt her clit was, I rubbed it gently through her panties.

 "Oh God I'm cumming again," she cried out. "Oh, Yes, yes..." Her voice trailed off into softer moans as her hips lowered again.

 My body was on fire. I could think of nothing but bringing pleasure to this woman. I Slid my left hand over I hooked my fingers into her panties. I raised my head and kissed her just above the hem before I started to pull them down. My lips trailed along with them as they moved. I paused for a moment. My tongue reached out for her clit making little circle motions. It was not long, before her hips pushed up again and she moaned intensely. I continued down, her panties slowly peeling them away from her. My tongue slipped between the folds of her hot, wet lips. I felt my body tremble at the exquisite, sweet, taste she had to offer.

 I breathed her scent in deeply as I continued to pull her panties down. I Slid them off of one foot only to leave them hanging on the other. My hands went to the top of her legs. My shoulders raised her hips up as my tongue reached the entrance. I prepared myself for a taste of paradise. I dipped my tongue into her hot flesh. I teased the entrance for a few more moments, circling my tongue, before pushing it in and then circling it again. I began sliding my tongue back up through the fleshy folds. I teased up until it reached the nub of her sensitive clit. The tip of my tongue gave gentle soft flicks at first: A circle, then two, three. I buried my face into her. I let my lips settle around her clit. I applied enough sucking pressure to pull it completely out of hiding place and I began to work it with my tongue.

 She was still laying all the way back on the desk. One of her hands moved to my head, gripping my hair tightly. The other was still reaching across holding the edge at the far side. I was done teasing. I began to work her clit faster, faster. Her hips bucked up hard, lowered and raised again as waves of ecstasy began to tear through her body. I let one finger slip slowly into the entrance of her pussy. I felt her hot juices drip down my hand. I searched just inside for that little rough spot; that, little cluster of nerves that I knew would bring her even more pleasure. I found it. I began letting the tip of my finger press gently in circle around it. I tried to match the movements of my finger to the rhythm of my tongue on her clit. Her hips now lifted and dropped quickly, almost rhythmically. Her moans became louder blending in with deep gasps as she still tried to hold back. I slid a second finger in teasing her G-spot then dipping deep within her. I Slid my fingers back out only to tease that sweet spot again.

 My other hand held tightly around her waist trying to hold myself against the motion of her hips. Her hand gripped my hair tighter, pulling me in harder. I ignored the pain. Her moans were hard and loud. She gasped deeply for air as she became completely unbridled from her inhibitions. Her back arched, then fall back down, then arch again. She came again and again. Her moans became near screams hand across her own mouth. Her lips parted. Her teeth came out to bite down on her fingers muffling her screams. The hand at the back of my head held me in tight. Her juices filled my mouth. I kept working my tongue and fingers swallowing as much of her sweet nectar as I could. Her back arched pressing her ass hard into the desk. Her whole body shook as her legs pressed down hard on my shoulders. I could feel as her toes pointed against my back Then I heard what I had been working so hard for.

 "Oh God, stop... please! Stop I can't... I can't take any more." I flicked her clit a couple more time making her body convulse. The hand in my hair jerked my head back hard and let go. She rolled part way onto her side, small tremors racing through her body.

 I stood up and looked down at her. She had an amazing glow about her and at this moment she looked sexier than ever before. My rock hard cock was pulsing and was more than ready for her. I took her by the hips and urged her to turn back over. I wanted her amazing legs and ass on perfect display. She moved willingly, straightening her legs then spreading them, moving her feet farther apart. She arched her back bringing her pussy to the perfect height. She was preparing for me to penetrate her. I looked down at her beautiful, steaming, wet pussy.

 Damn, I heard that familiar voice. Not too fast. Tease her. Make her want it even more. I stopped for a moment and then moved. I slipped the head of my throbbing cock in just past her hot folds of flesh. I felt as a wave of pleasure ran through me. I let a few more inches slide into her and then slide back till it was almost out. My eyes closed because if I looked at her I knew would lose control. I repeated the process. The next push I gave another inch further, trying to tease her. I was finding that I was teasing myself also. Again I pushed a little deeper than before then almost out.

 "Oh God, you are so hot" I moaned out. The words just flowed out with no real thought. I wanted to just lose control. I looked down at her. Her head was turned toward me. The look in her eyes was beyond desire, beyond lust. It was primal.

 "Oh God...Fuck Me... Fuck me hard," She gasped out. "Oh God please fuck me hard..." she said, now in a deep muffled cry of desire.

 I slid, almost out. Then with both hands on her hips I thrust forward, hard, plunging every inch of my rock hard cock into her. Her head dropped against the desk as she bit her lower lip trying to muffle her screams of ecstasy.

 "Oh God, yes like that, just keep fucking me" she cried out.

 I began pounding hard, fast... then harder and faster. I felt my body giving up control to my natural desires. My hips began to move faster than I could ever consciously will them to. I could feel the walls of her pussy convulsing as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. I tried to hold off, but kept slamming my cock into her. I could feel the desire building. The lust for her was taking control. 

 "Oh God.... No!" I moaned out. Those few words expressing all of the pent up frustration I needed to release but still wanted to hold on to. I knew I was going to cum. I looked down at her. I saw my cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. God it's so amazing! My body trembled.

 "Oh God, yes...Yes!" I moaned out again. "I'm going to cum!"

 My hips thrust hard into her. My body convulsed as I felt my cum racing up the shaft. I let out a primal grunting as my cum burst past the confines of my cock filling her hot pussy.

 "Oh God yes! Give to me! Give it to me!" she cried out making no attempt to be quiet.

 I kept pounding her, watching as my cock slid in and out. Every muscle in my body tight as I gave her all I had. Each inward stroke sending more cum into her. Cum spilling out of her, dripping onto the desk, spilling on down to the floor with each pull outward. I felt it all draining from me. I slowed myself. I kept fucking her, in and out, using every inch of my cock, slowly stroking her. Feeling her walls squeeze and release against the hardness of my cock,. I felt a quick sensation shoot out through my body. My body convulsed as I slammed hard and deep into her one last time. Finally reliving myself of the last drops of my fluid, milking the last sensations of ecstasy from my now trembling body.




Sweet Dreams



I let my cock slide all the way in and stopped. I leaned over her one arm braced against the desk. The other arm wrapped around her pulling her to me. I felt the sweat on her back. Her body trembled just as mine was. She pressed back against me as we both stood in unison. My arms wrapped around her from behind holding her, feeling her breath, her heart beat as it slowly began to subside. I could only think that she could feel the same from me. My cock still inside her, began to grow soft. We held the embrace for several minutes, neither one of us speaking. She gave out a deep sigh and began to turn around facing me.

 "I never dreamed..." she said.

 "Neither did I..." I replied.

 We embraced a moment more and then stepped apart. She looked at her watch.

 "Oh God", glancing toward the window "Do you think anyone heard?" she asked. She looked out but everyone was in their place working.

 "I think were okay. I turned the stereos up pretty loud." I replied. Then looking in her eyes, I smiled.

 "How did I do on my review?" I playfully asked. 

 "Well you are definitely are getting a raise!"

 "I thought I already did that twice?" I quickly replied.

 She giggled softly.

 "We better get dressed," I suggested and began pulling up my pants.

 She reached into her bag. She pulled out jeans and a t-shirt.

 God she looked good in anything, I thought.

 "Did your daughter really have a recital tonight?"

 She looked down. "No," she said quietly

 "Then you dressed that way for me?"

 Dressed now, she leaned into me and kissed me. "Yes"

 The feeling I had in that moment meant more to me then all the rest.

 "We shouldn't leave at the same time. You go first. I need a few moments" she said.

 I slowly walked backward toward the door, taking in her beauty one more time. I passed through the door walked slowly down the hall. I hoped that it wouldn't be another ninety days before my next performance review.



Sweet Dreams



Have you ever closed your eyes and had the urges of your subconscious take over your mind? As I closed my eyes and clicked the TV power button to off, my mind plunged toward the sleep of exhaustion and of a woman in desperate need of a good fuck.

It had been over five days since I had last felt the pleasures of cock in my body. I ached and felt wet almost constantly during these times. Weekdays, I was a faithful wife with three kids, a house and business to run, while my husband worked in another city outside of commuting distance. I was anticipating my husband's return, but as I relaxed in bed, sleep took over.

The darkness and silence of the late hours of the night filled my bedroom. From sleep, I heard the sounds of my husband arriving home from a week of business travel on the East Coast. As he moved into bed I rolled over and cold hands cupped my breasts and the sweet taste of butterscotch passed through my mouth. He must have stopped somewhere for a snack on his drive home from the airport. The remains of a pleasant dream slipped away as I was propositioned to enter the real world of sex. “I have a surprise for you, but you have to do exactly what I say. Are you game?" he said. With sleep and my husband's presence the aphrodisiac, I accepted whatever might be in store for me. He replied, "There are three rules, you can't say anything, you have to be completely quiet. No matter what, you can't remove the blindfold I have for you. And, you're not allowed to move your arms or legs unless I untie them." I readily stripped my panties off.

A mask was secured over my eyes. I heard the strains of music from our clock radio begin and every layer of bedding was pulled from my body. The chill of the night sent a shiver through me and I felt my nipples harden. Strips of satiny material, tied tightly, were secured to my wrists and ankles, as my exposed body was pulled taunt across our bed.

The bedroom door scraped open and thoughts of what erotic toys might surprise me flashed through my mind. Chills ran across my skin again.

I felt my husband's naked body over mine. Sliding his penis in - my body was ready for him. Kissing me. Fucking me. Eating me. I felt his tongue flickering over me and in me, across my tingling skin. He knew my body and the exact spots the needed to be touched. As he licked across my swollen clit, he would use his fingers to gently pull my opening downward. It always made reaching an orgasm more intense. The tormenting cycle of different pleasures repeated itself. I could do nothing more than whimper softly as shots of pleasure moved through my body. I felt the response of my body as I got hotter and the ache between my legs grew.

Suddenly, he moved off. I heard rustling on the floor near the end of the bed and prepared for what ingenious toy of pleasure he had brought me. But he was back again. Fucking me, letting his tongue wander to the hottest spot in my body, but never for the length of time I needed to cum, just a teasing. Finding that no little sex toy had apeared, I thought I had figured his game of pleasure out. Tormenting me by fucking, licking my breasts, my cunt, but forcing me to wait and ache for a total orgasm. In my secured position there would be nothing I could do to fight it.

As I felt him lift his cock to my lips, I readied myself to show my appreciation for what he was doing. But a shirt hung over what I sought to pleasure. I whispered for him to move it out of the way. Wait a t-shirt? As he thrust his penis into my mouth I felt the sticky surface of a condom. In a flash the realization that my husband had a vasectomy and would not need such protection crossed my mind. My partner realizing my hesitation abandoned his position and pushed himself into me, hard and deeply.

In almost 10 years of marriage, we had fantasized occasionally about a threesome. Recently, the intensity of this fantasy had increased. In conversations, emails, as we fucked, we discussed the possibility, imagined who, where, when. We visited some great Internet sites with stories and pictures to help us visualize. We thought through the possibility of either a man or a woman as a companion. For years, my husband had spoken of his desire to watch me and another man. How hard his cock would get at the sight of my cunt wrapping itself around another man's penis. I also admitted, there were times my body craved more fucking after the first orgasm and more than one cock was what I needed to be satisfied.

Now I suspected that this fantasy was unfolding in my bedroom. I still wasn't 100% sure it was someone else or just an elaborate scheme by my husband to make me want there to be someone else there. Like being at the top of the roller coaster, unsure as to how you arrived, but certain you were going to be finishing the trip. I knew I should enjoy the ride. My husband was either watching me get fucked or fucking my brains out. Both happy thoughts. I suddenly realized that I wasn't a bit cold any more. I just hoped that in my limited position I could make him feel as good as I did.

If it wasn't my husband, my visitor knew a woman's body. Using his hands and his tongue to take my breath away. I lifted my hips to meet him completely. In my mission position it was difficult to tell if another penis was ramming itself into me. In my experience, condoms always inhibited complete sensation. His shirt brushed against me again and I was reminded that my husband had been nude. I checked my available senses and could still not be sure. As he pushed himself in again, I felt the thrusting intensify and 3 quiet groans escaped his lips. Now he was busted, my husband is a man of few words, both during the day and in bed. In 12 years of sex, I had never heard him moan as he came.

To my delight, this new comer to my body knew what I ached for. His hands were smooth and soft. Unlike many of the details and sensations flowing together in my mind, his hands and their touch stood out. In the last 10 years, my husband's hands had been the only ones to stoke my body and I was certain these were not his. Placing his hands on my thighs he gently messaged my tensing muscles. Next moving them to the folds of my cunt and inserting them gently and running them in and out as his tongue and mouth sucked just above my moist slit. Expertly using his tongue I felt my clit rubbed almost raw by his demands. His chin was rough and its texture added to the friction he was creating. I felt myself climb the sweet journey to release. Small waves of pleasure shot through my body, but this man demanded more. He pushed me higher as he laid his wonderful hands across my stomach. I lifted my hips to meet this feasting mouth and arched my back so that the full force of his stroking tongue could be felt. Feeling this new technique the visitor had brought I became more convinced that two men were in my bedroom and only one had been there before. My original orders were so hard to follow. I tried to be quiet but inside I wanted to scream. To be able to totally focus on just these wonderful sensations without the power or possibility of returning the favor was amazing. Out of control is the only way to describe it. And to imagine that my husband was in the room watching, knowing now that I just wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked.

My body shuddered as the hotness grew hotter and spasms of pleasure shot up and down my body. I felt prickles of sweat form across my body. The man who had brought me to this point sat up to watch me moan and cry out. Like an electric current every fold and nerve of my cunt demanded and begged to be fucked. I had to ask for it, let those in the room know that I was ready for more. A door opened and closed as I lie on the bed waiting.



Sweet Dreams



All I could see were mirrors, yet the voice resounded in the room. I could hear a woman speaking to me. She'd tell me to walk in one direction, yet I wouldn't be able to get past myself, my own image. Offering words of encouragement, she tolerated my inability to overcome my own obstacles. "Try, Kate. I'm just on the other side," she'd say. With determination, I'd push against myself, seeing my own anger, frustration, longing. My arms pushed harder against the glass, and I could feel my body tense…

I sat up suddenly, looking around confused. My body ached, and I felt as though I'd been tensed up for hours. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, I saw it was only 1 am. I sat there for a moment, holding my head in my hands, trying to remember what it was that disturbed me so. Just then I felt Darcy's hand on my back.

"Kate?" she asked sleepily. "Did you have a bad dream?" She moved closer, resting her arms around my waist, laying her head on the white sheets over my lap. Her skin felt warm against mine. Her touch comforted me.

"Yeah," I responded. "It's always the same…." I looked down at Darcy's face in my lap. It took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but I could see that her eyes were closed, and the silver moonlight coming through the window illuminated her beautiful body. In silence I ran my fingers through her hair, hearing her soft moans, the movement of her hands along my hips in response. Darcy is a beautiful woman, exceptionally so, but at that moment she assumed a new level of attraction. 

"Tell me about it, honey," she said, drifting off into sleep. I had told her before, but her asking again in such a groggy state was quite charming. Not wanting to talk, I moved my hands along her shoulders, lightly stroking down her back. She let out a soft moan, rolling onto her side in response to my fingers. I lay next to her, brushing her hair gently off her shoulders, letting my fingertips run along her spine, down to the small of her back. Her moaning became louder; I knew she loved that spot. My fingers lingered there, teasing and tickling her skin while I moved to kiss the back of her neck.

"Mmmm…Kate…" she whispered. My hand caressed over her hip as I kissed down her back, stopping at that sensitive spot. In the moon glow, I could see the tone of her back…her perfect physique illuminated before me. I flickered my tongue lightly in this spot, my hand moving toward her pussy. Darcy's moans were becoming more aggressive, communicating a desire sleep wouldn't allow her to put into words. She tried to move onto her back, but I held her firmly on her side.

My right hand moved along her pussy, stroking the moist hair, my fingers parting to massage her wet lips. I could feel her swollen clit against my palm, and I touched it lightly as I continued kissing the small of her back. Darcy groaned louder, parting her legs and moving back against me, her hand joining mine in teasing her clit. I moved up, still behind her, my body even with her now. Moaning with anticipation, she moved against me, our hands moving together over her wet slit. I slipped a finger inside of her, moving her hand against her clit. Working into a lazy rhythm, my fingers probed her pussy in sync with her rubbing her clit. She was getting wetter and louder by the second, as I slipped in another finger, hearing the welcoming slish of it entering her cunt. Moving my fingers faster inside her, she followed suit with frenzied pressure on her clit. 

I could feel her tensing up, her moaning and writhing indicating that she wanted to cum. So I stopped, twisting and reaching under the bed for the vibrator. "Why did you stop?" Darcy asked, now thoroughly awake and agitated. But sooner than she could sit up and do anything about it, I had the phallic vibrator on and against her pussy. I said nothing, my concentration focused on the movement of the 7" toy over and against her slit. It hummed and buzzed as I moved it up and down, along her wet lips. Darcy widened her legs even more, urging me to fuck her with it. I moved the head against her clit for a brief moment before slipping it into her cunt. She bucked her hips up in response, wanting the length of it completely inside her. Moving my head closer to her ear, I held the vibrator steady, with only the head humming inside her.

"You like that, baby?" I whispered, the buzz of the vibrator louder than my voice. My tongue flicked lightly over her earlobe.

"Give me more, Kate," she responded. "I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me." Darcy's voice was soft, yet solid and determined. I slid the toy deeper inside her, evoking a thrust upward of her hips.

"Not so fast," I said, with a slight giggle. Gripping the vibrator steadily, I slid it about 3" into her, then up an inch. Then I moved in 4", then up again. I continued this until it was inside her completely, it's muffled din inside her pussy barely audible. Darcy moaned, pulling me toward her.

"That's it baby…that's sooo good," she moaned. My right hand fucked her steadily with the vibrator, as I leaned down to kiss her. Her eyes were closed, and my lips met hers warmly, lovingly. Moving down to her breasts, I kissed her hard nipples, teasing them with my tongue. With my thumb, I could feel her clit was swollen again. As I moved down further to her navel, I could hear the vibrator inside her, its humming blending with the sound of her juices as I thrust it in and out of her. The smell of her pussy was sweet, inviting. Keeping the vibrator inside her, I turned it off, while gently screwing it into her hole. The buzzing stopped, but I could still hear the wetness of her pussy induced by the toy. Slowly I rolled my tongue around her clit, feeling it throb as I touched it. 

Darcy was propped up now, staring at me, her legs spread wide. Her mouth open, she moaned and whimpered in response to my touches, my thrusts. I pumped the toy inside her steadily, my tongue swathing her clit as it moved around and over it repeatedly. Looking up, I could see creases in her forehead form as she strained in climax. Her hips moved up and around, adding to the stimulation in her pussy and on her clit. I moved the vibrator, still off, slower and deeper inside her, thrusting hard into her pussy. My tongue lashed her clit repeatedly, and she called my name over and over, exploding into orgasm.

I held both the vibrator and my tongue steady, feeling the orgasm pulse inside of her. Darcy moaned and sighed as ecstasy overcame her. Pulling me up, she kissed me firmly, both hands holding my face. Her tongue lingered in my mouth, mingling with mine as she caressed my neck, shoulders. As we continued kissing, she ran her hands along my back, onto my ass, squeezing my cheeks lightly. I giggled in response to a brief, teasing pinch she gave. My pussy directly over hers, I could feel the vibrator still inside her, the end sticking out against me. Darcy then flipped us over, her body now on top of mine. As she sat up, straddling me, her legs parted wider and I looked down at her pussy, the vibrator no longer there.

Sooner than I could look elsewhere, she had it to my lips. With the warm slick head, she traced my mouth. Maintaining eye contact with her all the while, I parted my lips, inviting her to slip it inside. "Not yet," she said, closing my mouth with her index finger. Holding our lazy gaze, she continued to tease and rub the fake cock over my lips, cheeks, and chin. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of her sex, wanting to taste her again. 

"Open," she said quietly, parting my lips with the head of the vibrator. I opened my mouth, and she slipped it in. "I want to watch you suck it, this cock you fucked me with." Her voice was still soft, sounding innocent, yet sultry. Our eyes still locked in understanding and desire, I enveloped my mouth tightly around the cock. Sucking gently, my tongue swirled and licked her cum from the tip. "Good girl," she said, with a slight smile. "More," she demanded. Looking at her, I felt it slide deeper into my mouth, slowly as not to overwhelm me. I moaned as it filled my mouth, tasting Darcy's juices along the length of it. "That's it, baby. Just like that." She moved it back and forth now, feeding it to me, fucking my mouth gently. I could see her nipples harden as she pumped it into my mouth. Her pussy now against mine, I was suddenly aware of how wet I was, how wet we were pressed together. As she probed my mouth with the toy, our clits meshed together, grinding slowly against one another. I let out a muffled moan, my mouth full of this fake cock, sucking as she urged me on. Darcy's breath quickened, as our clits clashed together in climax. My own muffled moans indicated my desire to cum, and her movements told me we would soon. I was still sucking, bucking up against her as she fucked my mouth, urging me to cum with her. We held the climax as long as we could, moving and writhing together. As our hips ground together faster and harder, Darcy withdrew the vibe from my mouth, tossing it to the bottom of the bed. We closed our eyes and came together, crying out loudly. As our orgasms faded, we slid into one another's arms, our bodies warm and moist with exhaustion.

The alarm went off at 6:15 am, and I turned quickly to shut it off. Darcy was still asleep, apparently undisturbed by the noise. I kissed her shoulder softly before I slipped out of bed. She moaned, murmuring something before curling up in silence. 

As I stood in the shower, the hot water running over my face and body, I thought of my upcoming trip. With my travel schedule, I've had a series of short flings with women, yet I didn't want to leave this time. Darcy was different. She excited me on so many levels. Given our conversations on and about various topics, it wasn't just great sex with her. But we hadn't been seeing each other that long; who's to say what will come of this? 

I dressed quickly, watching the clock, making sure I'd have enough time to get to the airport. Pinning my hair up, I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, gazing at Darcy sleeping. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful lying there. Moving to the hallway, I checked to make sure I had everything together—suitcase, carry-on, tickets. I set everything in the foyer before walking back to the bedroom. I didn't want to make this goodbye a big deal. I'll be coming back eventually. 

Slipping beside her on the bed, I wrapped my arms around her waist. She sighed, moving back and against me. "I'm going now," I said, squeezing her softly.

"No," she groaned sleepily. "Not yet…" Kissing her lightly on the forehead, I got up from the bed slowly. "Call me when you get there, OK?" she said hoarsely, squeezing my hand, her eyes still closed.

"Of course," I said. As I walked out the bedroom door, I glanced back at her. She lay so still, silent. With a sentimental smile, I walked out, whispering "Sweet dreams, Darcy."



Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This



She saw his name appear online and instantly her pulse started to race. It seemed like every time she talked to him she couldn't help but instantly feel her panties dampen. 

Gabby: Hiya sexy. How has life been treating you?

Dan: Not too bad, just tired and horny as usual. How about yourself Beautiful?

Dan not being horny would be a surprise to Gabby, but she considered that a good thing since he made her instantly horny. 

Gabby: Same shit different day, but you seem to make things better when I talk to you.

Dan: Glad to know I make a difference in someone's life.

Gabby pulled herself back mentally. Something was different. Dan was usually quite self-confident. There was something going on that he wasn't saying.

Gabby: What gives, Darlin'? It's not like you to be self doubting.

Dan: The dream that I had last night really had me deep in thought all day. I just couldn't shake the feeling.

Gabby: Well tell me about it and I'll see if I can help.

Dan: You sure you want to hear this? The dream was about you.

Gabby looked at the laptop with apprehension. A dream about her? This could be good and then again maybe not.

Gabby: Well if it was about me of course, I want to hear about it, especially if it was hot and steamy. ;) 

Dan: Well that's part of the problem. It was hot and steamy, but it felt so real and when I woke up, I wanted it to be real and wanted to roll over and make the dream a reality. 

Gabby paused before replying. She looked at her computer with wide eyes and grinned. 

Gabby: And this is bad why?

Dan: It's bad because I doubt you want the same things from me that I want from you. Most women want relationships when there is sex involved and you know better than anyone that a relationship is the LAST thing I need in my life. 

Gabby: And since when have you started comparing me to most women?

Dan: Well…since…okay I guess you never really have been like most women I know. 

Gabby: Exactly my point. 

Gabby: So just what is it you would want from me?

Dan: You want me to tell you explicitly what I would like?

Gabby: I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to tell me.

Dan: Well for starters you were in my bed when I came home after a long day at work, laying there in nothing but that teddy and fishnet stockings that you showed me on web cam the other night.

Gabby: That might be possible… Go on…

Dan: I would want you laying there with your hands between your legs running your fingers up and down over your smoothly shaven lips.

Gabby: Highly possible (kinda doing that right now actually)

Dan: Oh you are, are you? 

Gabby: Keep telling me what you would want from me and I'll tell you what I am doing.

Dan: Gabby darlin' you realize you are going to make me hard right?

Gabby: I would start second guessing myself if I didn't. 

Dan: Mmm fair enough. I would then run my hands up your calves and thighs while your fingers are busy between your already puffy lips.

Gabby: MMM yes they certainly are puffy 

Gabby slid her hands down between her legs pulling her shirt up just under her breasts, which was the only thing she was wearing. 

Dan: Then I would lean over and take your right nipple between my lips, knowing just how sensitive they are when you are horny.

Gabby: Mmm that they are.

Dan: DAMN IT Gabby I want you here so bad right now. I want to feel you and taste you.

Gabby sucked in her breath and made a last minute decision that she hoped she wouldn't regret for the rest of her life. 

Gabby: Remember when we were talking the other day and you told me you could swear you heard a woman in the apartment next to you getting off just as I did?

Dan: Yeah…

Gabby: Well I didn't realize it until we had talked and you told me just where you live, but…that was me that you heard. 

Dan: WHAT? You mean the woman of my fantasies and my dreams has been living right next door all along? 

Gabby reached around her desk and knocked on the wall 3 times. She chuckled and waited for the return knock. 

Dan jumped when he heard the knock and knocked back.

Dan: HOLY SHIT it IS you. Wow. Umm Now what?

Gabby: BRB Give me about 5 mins.

Dan: Okay…

Gabby ran to her room and changed into the teddy and fishnet stockings that she knew drove Dan to distractions any time she wore it for him on webcam. She then pulled her hair up that he had told her he liked so much and hurriedly applied just a bit of make up. Just enough to highlight her features but not enough to make her look made up. 

She then put on her trench coat just in case anyone happened to be in the hall and put her keys in her pocket. She looked upwards said a blessing for good luck and then peeked out the hallway and went over to her neighbor's door and knocked 3 times. She heard some shuffling around and then as the footsteps approached her heartbeat quickened.

Dan opened the door and took in the beauty of his fantasies. He stood there just looking at her with a shocked expression. 

"You going to let me in or are you wanting to chance someone seeing me?"

"Sorry, yes come in," he said hurriedly. 

As she walked past him, he took a deep breath and could smell the sweet scent of vanilla with an underlying hint of sex.

Gabby turned to look at him and slowly loosened the belt that was holding her coat closed. 

Dan reached to help her out of it like the gentleman his mother had taught him to be. Gabby smiled as she slowly let him see what she was wearing, or rather not wearing under her coat. As he realized just why she had put a coat on to walk next-door - her beautiful form slowly started to appear from under her coat and he could feel his eyes bulging along with his groin. 

When Gabby fully revealed herself to him, she let him take her coat then stood on her toes, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and put a fingertip on his lips. 

"Give me a 2 minute head start and then come to the bedroom. Then we can see just how much of that fantasy of yours we can make come true," Gabby said with a wink and a smile.

She headed off to his bedroom, knowing just where it was since most of the apartments in the building were all set up pretty much the same. She smiled as she crawled onto his bed and lay just as he had mentioned only moments before. When he walked in, she was sliding her hand between her swollen smooth lips as he had requested. 

He took in the sight of her and had to shake his head a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He walked over to the side of the bed and reached out to touch her, running his hand up her calf and then up her inner thigh. He could feel her body start to tremble under his touch. It was then he looked up into her eyes to make sure the tremble wasn't of fear. 

Gabby looked at him through heavily lidded eyes and bit her bottom lip as she arched her back so that her body pressed more firmly against Dan's hand. She ran her wet fingertip down her lips and just barely grazed it along the back of his hand. Dan gasped at the feel of her slick finger knowing, where it had just been. He finally drew his eyes away from hers to look down at her fingers. He couldn't help noticing that they were quite shiny from the juices that were also coating her slit. Dan shuddered as he ran his finger further up her thigh. She let out a long slow moan as the pressure of her own fingers went back to her clit and circled lazily around it. Dan again looked up at Gabby more so to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him but to also take in the beauty that filled his dreams and fantasies for so long. He lowered his head and teasingly grazed his tongue over her pert nipple he let out a moan as he tasted her flesh and felt the texture of it brush against his taste buds. He felt his cock absolutely throbbing in his pants almost to the point of pain. 

As if she could read his mind, her free hand reached up to rub over the bulge. He gasped as it jerked and seemed to swell to twice its size. 

Gabby whispered, "It would seem that someone is a bit over dressed for the…party."

Dan was torn between loosing contact with her soft skin and getting out of his clothes. His little head seemed to make the decision for him and he quickly started shedding his clothes. Gabby let out a soft chuckle. 

"Dan, no need to rush, I'm not going anywhere. I am here until you ask me to leave."

Dan slowed down as his shirt hit the floor. "And what happens if I don't ever want you to leave?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Just enjoy the fact that I am here for as long as you need me to be."

Dan nodded as he slowly unfastened his pants watching her as he dragged his pants down and showing her what she had seen before on webcam. He watched her intently as he stepped out of them and then put his thumbs into the sides of his briefs, knowing that going further would be the last thing that he had hidden from her. He smiled as her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing and what she was about to see all of him for the first time. 

He slid down his briefs achingly slow, watching her expression as his cock appeared before her eyes. She licked her lips and his cock twitched. It had seen what her mouth and tongue could do to a dildo and it was aching to know what that really felt like.

Gabby reached out to take his cock in her hand but Dan pulled back just far enough to be out of her reach. 

"As I have told you before my brand of will power is total or non-existent and right now you my dear are the kind of temptation that makes it nil. Are you sure you want to take this further?"

"As much as I know I should stop, I want to feel you inside me too much to say no. You have haunted my dreams for far too long and from what you have told me, I have been in yours too. We are both consenting adults so I see no reason why we just can't do what comes naturally."

Dan ran that logic through his mind for a split second and had to agree with her. There wasn't anything against two single people getting together for some…consenting…fun. 

Dan took the last few steps closer to the bed and leaned, brushing his lips barely against her ear.

"Are you sure you are ready for me do to the things we have talked about and that have been filling our dreams?"

Gabby moaned and nodded, reaching up to drape her arms around his neck then whispering back to him. 

"Only if you're sure you can handle fucking my pussy all night until we are both sore, wore out and exhausted beyond recognition."

He chuckled and nibbled the fleshy part of her earlobe. 

"It might take awhile to get me to that point, you know me well enough to know that, but I'll take it easy on you this time."

"We'll see about that. Regardless, it will be fun trying," Gabby said as she traced a finger down his chest until it was right above the tip of his cock.

Dan didn't wasted any more precious time and lay down next to her trapping her hand between her hip and his stomach. He placed his palm over her hot mound and gently pressed his middle finger between her lips. She let out a long moan as her hips instinctually pressed against his hand. Moving gave her own hand a little more freedom so she wrapped it around the head of his cock and began gradually stroking it up and down. Dan groaned as his cock felt like it was going to burst. He had just enough control to fight back the urge so that he could make her pleasure come before his own. He could tell this was going to be a test of his will power that hadn't been tested in a very long time. 

Gabby smiled wickedly and pushed Dan over onto his back as she quickly crawled down between his legs. She kissed, licked, and gently nipped her way down until her mouth was just above the head of his cock. She looked up to make sure he was watching and then smiled up at him with her best innocent smile.

"I seem to remember you asking me to suck on a dildo a few times just so you would at least know what I looked like with a cock in my mouth. Now I am not only going to show you what I look like, but now you will know what it feels like to have my mouth around your cock."

With that Gabby quickly took the head of his cock in her mouth and pressed her tongue flat against it. Dan let out a gasp and then a long moan as her mouth did magic to him that he didn't think was possible. She began by pulling her cheeks in tight around his cock to create a vacuum around it. She then let her cheeks relax and found one of his throbbing veins. She traced it with her tongue until she had swallowed most of his cock. He heard her take a deep breath through her nose before she slid her lips further down his cock. She slid down until her nose was nestled in his pubic hair and he could feel her lips against the base of his cock. She took another deep breath and did what he only thought was fiction -- she literally swallowed around his cock. Dan's eyes bulged out and he grabbed at the sheets on his bed so that he wasn't tempted to grab her hair and hurt her. 

She swallowed a few more times and then pulled her mouth back up his shaft, her tongue pressing tightly against it. She looked up at him smiling around his cock and ran her soft wet lips up and down over him. He looked down at her and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. 

"Damn woman, if you wouldn't have quit when you did, I would have surely lost my control before I got to do anything to you."

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and absently rubbed it up and down between her firm tits while speaking.

"Well next time I know better." She paused for a moment. "Next time I will keep going until you do loose control."

With that Gabby took his cock back into her mouth. She quickly sank her lips all the way down its length until her mouth was firmly around the base of his cock. He gasped deeply and unintentionally grabbed her hair. As he pulled he felt her moan around his cock, causing the vibrations to shoot all through him. He knew his will power was strong, but the last straw was when she swallowed around his cock as she gently cupped and stroked his sac. He closed his eyes tight as stars exploded under his eyelids, feeling every thought and nerve ending go straight up his cock and into her mouth. He let out an animalistic moan as his sperm shot repeatedly down her throat without any warning. Gabby pulled the head of his cock from her throat but still let it rest on her tongue so she could taste the last droplets on of him on her tongue. As he finally came back to his senses, he realized that he hadn't warned her or even asked her where she wanted him to cum. 

Dan stammered as she slowly drew the rest of his slowly deflating cock out of her mouth. 

"Gabby…I'm sorry…I…I was going to ask, but… damn it."

Gabby quickly moved up and lay down beside him placing a finger on his lips.

"Shh. It's okay. I know how to tell if it is," she giggled, "coming. If I wouldn't have wanted you to cum down my throat I would have pulled off. I wanted to taste you. Seeing you cum so many times on web cam made me want to taste you and to make up for all that was…wasted in the past." 

She then smiled and licked her lips. "I don't regret it one single bit. Actually, you have a very good flavor. One that I want to enjoy tasting over and over and over."

Gabby smiled and kissed Dan on the cheek. He wasn't having any of that. He put his hands on her cheeks and pulled her in to kiss her fully on the lips. Her eyes widened then closed as he deepened the kiss. She was gasping for air when he finally pulled away from her. She looked into his eyes as slowly a mischievous grin started to form over her lips. 

"I win round one. Wanna make a wager on who wins the second round?"

*

This story is Copyright © 2008 by Lady_Glorfindel. All rights reserved.



Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This



In the end, it was the closet space that decided things.

Strange, perhaps, that such a momentous decision (or what turned out to be such a momentous decision) was made entirely on the basis of closet space, but history is full of big moments that hinged on small choices. And both Erin and Janice wanted a lot of closet space.

They were sitting in a Chinese restaurant, with the Kung Pao Chicken pushed up precariously against the edge of the table to make room for the rate estimates and the parking costs and the change-of-address forms and the various and sundry bits and pieces of paper that accompanied the decision to get an apartment together. Both of them were laughing a lot.

"--and I'm not going to Crescent Heights! I'm sorry, but that woman had paisley everywhere! God, it was like living inside a giant microbe!"

"Well, I do think they redecorate..."

"I don't think you can redecorate past paisley! I think it seeps into your consciousness, and before you know it, there's suddenly this maddened urge to put up paisley drapes, to re-upholster your sofa, and then you start painting those weird swirly things on your face and talk about how the Paisley People are coming and we have to prepare the human sacrifices! I don't want to live like that, Janice. I don't."

Janice was beet-red, gasping with laughter. She'd utterly lost it somewhere around the words 'Paisley People', and it took her several seconds to calm back down. "OK," she finally gasped out. "So Crescent Heights is out. Any objections to Morningside Views?"

Erin smirked. "Apart from the fact that everyone there was a lesbian?"

Janice batted her on the shoulder. "Hush! This is the twenty-first century, now; you know, political correctness and all that? Besides, we don't know that everyone there was a lesbian..."

Erin gave her a look of calculated disbelief. "The landlady was checking out my ass."

Janice rolled her eyes skyward. "If this turns into another discussion about how inadequate your ass is, I swear that I will--"

"Easy for you to say," Erin grumbled. "You've got a great ass. But no, I'm serious. Everyone in that building was a lesbian! We walked past...what, three apartments, and we saw two female couples? There was another one in the lobby, too. I mean, I'm not opposed, but it was just odd. It's not like Minneapolis is San Francisco or something."

"Actually, I read an article in City Pages, and--"

"We are?"

"Yep. We're like the San Francisco of the Midwest."

"Ooh, that should be a new city motto. 'Minneapolis: San Francisco of the Midwest!' Or how about 'Minneapolis: Like Saint Paul, But With Gays!'" Janice had picked a bad time to take a drink of her pop, and spent another few moments coughing.

"So that's a 'no' on Morningside Views, then?"

"I didn't say that!" Erin responded. "I mean, OK, sure...everyone there is a lesbian. But I don't think that's actually part of the rental agreement, is it? 'Renters agree to boink each other.' I think we can live there without being gay...and that place had more closet space than God. Plus, it had a nice vibe. Comfortable."

"Not like that place in St. Louis Park...what was it called? Palace Apartments?"

"Something like that. The place with the landlord who looked like he was auditioning for the community theater production of 'Silence of the Lambs'. Brrr..."

*****

Erin's arms were numb, her feet were sore, she had three long scratches from where the edge of a bookshelf caught her, and her shirt felt like it was glued to her body with sweat. "OK," she muttered to herself, "now I know why Janice hates moving..." Especially in summer. Ick. People who thought Minnesota was always cold should try living there. She scratched at yet another mosquito bite (obtained while in the driveway of her parents' house, telling them yet again that she loved them, and that she just needed her own space now that she was out of college, and that of course she'd call them, and that it was only ten miles, and that she'd stop by every week, and that she'd give them the new phone number as soon as she got it...it was a wonder she wasn't drained dry.) Still, she'd gotten plenty of help from Kev--pretty nice of him, especially since they'd only been dating for a month. And she had to admit, he looked excessively hunky in the little tank top he was wearing...

First things first, she decided. Shower, then sleep--the bed was set up, and as far as she was concerned, everything else could wait until she was awake, alert, and air-conditioned (the apartment had air-conditioning! she exulted silently. No more sweating the summer away!)

After a quick shower in lukewarm water (there'd be plenty of time to figure out how to make it hotter, she muttered to herself), she bid a sleepy farewell to Janice, who was still unpacking, slipped off her robe, and collapsed onto the bed. By the time she was under the covers, she was already asleep.

*****

They were at an amusement park, but it wasn't one she recognized. She'd been there, though. She knew she had. Several times. It was one of their favorite places to go together. Ever since they'd become a couple.

She couldn't remember when they'd become a couple. They were just there, holding hands, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. They strolled down the midway together, and she saw a game with a stuffed whale as the prize. She recognized the whale from when she was five...she'd lost it on a trip to the family cabin, up north, but somehow the amusement park had gotten it, and now she had to win it.

"Janice," she said, "can you win me that stuffed whale?"

Janice said, "You know that all the games here are rigged."

"But you know all the tricks."

Janice smiled, in that knowing way, and walked over to the man at the prize counter. He explained the rules of the game, but she didn't follow them. They seemed so complicated to her, but Janice just nodded. She picked up the ring with the cross on the end, and threw it at the other ring with the cross on the end, and they hooked together, and the man gave her the stuffed whale, and she'd never been so happy, here at the amusement park with Janice...

And then she slipped out of the dream as her alarm blared out rock music. The first thing she wondered was where she'd put the whale. Then she remembered...just a dream. No whale. The thought oddly saddened her, and stayed with her as she was pulling on her clothes and getting ready for work.

The thought that she was with Janice, though, she just dismissed.

*****

"I think you were right," Janice said as she came through the door. Erin had already gotten home, and was unpacking to the sounds of 'Voice of the Beehive'.

"...there's a barbarian, yeah, yeah, yeah, in the back of my car...right about what?" She paused the CD.

"I think that this must be on some secret list of lesbian apartments or something. I mean, on the elevator, on the way up, there were these two girls, and...well, they weren't making any secret about which team they were batting for..."

"Gee," said Erin, already beginning to fill her closets, "I hope we're not taking up some poor lesbian couple's space or anything..."

Janice quirked a smile. "Yeah, they'll probably have to stay at a Motel 6 until we move out or something."

Erin grinned. "Or maybe they'll start taking over some other apartment complex, one apartment at a time. I can just see the movies now... 'Attack of the Lesbians! In 3-D!'" She brought her arms up like a zombie. "Join us! Listen to Sarah McLachlan and wear flannel!"

Janice rolled her eyes. "I don't know if flannel's mandatory--the two girls in the elevator were wearing business casual."

"Oh, I'm not serious," Erin said in a rush. "I know that there's more to it than all the stereotypes, but...y'know, it's not funny to have an 'Attack of the Lesbians!' movie where they're all talking about wearing a wide variety of different outfits, including but not limited to business casual. It just doesn't have the same rhythm."

Janice shrugged. "I suppose not--but it still has a certain Terry Pratchett humor value to it, right?"

Erin groaned, closing her closet doors. "I knew I should never have lent you those 'Discworld' books. In any event, the cable guy came by--we now have the Cartoon Network, so you can kick back with the Powerpuff Girls. Oh--it's a new episode, isn't it? Cartoon Cartoon Fridays? You'll have to tape it...me, I'm heading out with Kev."

"Clubbing?"

"Well, at least at first. If it doesn't bother you too much, we might come back here and..."

"Screw like bunnies?" Janice was rewarded with one of Erin's few incidents of blushing and stammering.

"Um, well, I mean...now that I'm not living at home, I..."

Janice quirked another smile. "Say no more. Just try not to be too loud."

*****

Erin took off her clothes. Not slowly, in a 'sexy strip-tease I want you to want me' sort of way. Quickly. Almost angrily.

This was because Kev wasn't there to watch her. Kev had gone home.

Things had gone alright at the club. She'd had a few drinks (she wasn't nervous, she thought. Sure, she'd only had sex once, in the back-seat of a car during homecoming, but she was emphatically not nervous, and the drinks would get rid of whatever nervousness there wasn't), and they'd danced... there was a little heat on the dance floor, maybe even more than a little, and she was more than willing to take him back and show him what they'd done with the new apartment.

It was when he got inside that it all soured. The mood changed... Kev got edgy, restless. He didn't like the colors, and he thought that the layout was funny, and he said that the whole thing made his eyes itch. Of course, he'd said the same things when he was helping move their furniture in, but she'd chalked that up to the heat and the mosquitoes. She'd been ranting about wanting to shove a wire brush down Regis Philbin's throat to get his voice back to normal, if she recalled right. But now, he seemed to want nothing more than to get out...

Meanwhile, Erin herself had been getting more and more edgy, too. She'd been wondering (silently at first, then out loud as the evening progressed) whether this was going to work out. It had only been a month, she'd said, and there was so much they didn't know about each other, and maybe they needed more space, and he'd agreed, and she'd gotten angry at him for agreeing, and he'd gotten angry at her for getting angry with him, and they'd shouted, and he'd left.

And now she was pulling off her clothes, her anger like an ache in her chest, and what made it worse was that she was still horny. Her body had been expecting sex, and it didn't understand that the person who was supposed to give it to her was no longer in the building.

There was a knock on the door to her room. Erin grabbed a robe, and answered it. "Hi," Janice said. "I just wanted to let you know, if there was anything you wanted to talk about, I'm awake..."

Erin shook her head, and sighed. "Thanks," she said, "but I'm hoping that this will all seem better in the morning. Right now, I'm just going to sleep, and maybe when I wake up, everything will be into a normal perspective."

Janice nodded. "Alright. See you in the morning." She closed the door, and Erin slumped down onto the bed. Eventually, she even slept.

*****

She's back at her parents' house. She's in the basement, the family room. The couch has been folded out into a bed, and she's up late watching TV...it's an old horror movie, 'Attack of the Lesbians', but she's somehow vaguely disappointed that it's not in 3-D. They're just getting to the big climax--the spot where the hero realizes that they can't be real lesbians because they're wearing flannel instead of business casual--when she notices that there's another door in the basement.

She realizes immediately what must have happened. Her parents must have built an addition onto the basement after she left. This does not strike her as strange; people build additions onto their houses all the time, especially after the children have moved out. 'Empty Nest Syndrome', or something. She is curious, though, and she decides to look into the new room. She opens the door just a crack.

There is a woman in there that she does not recognize. She's being attacked. Erin realizes that the TV set was a window, not a TV set. That she was watching this woman all along, and that the lesbians have gotten her. She can hear the screams and moans now much more clearly, and she realizes that the woman is enjoying this.

The lesbians turn. They see her, and start moving towards her. She realizes that if they catch her, they'll make her into a lesbian too, and she tries to run, but it's like she's not getting any further away, and they catch up with her...

She's naked now. She doesn't know where her clothes went. One of the lesbians is holding her by the arms, and another is holding her by the legs...they stretch her out on the bed, and she can smell something warm and musky...she feels hands running over her breasts, and she knows why the other woman moaned, and she's moaning too, and she can feel hot breath between her thighs, and she knows that there's nothing she can do, nothing she wants to do as the woman slowly, delicately, gently licks at her pussy lips, and it feels so fucking good...she feels the tongue on her clit now, moving her body higher and higher and higher and she wants to scream! and then it just keeps going, over, and over, and over, and there's nothing but her and these women and the sex...

She wakes up with the blankets tangled around her, and a wet patch on the mattress.

*****

"Janice," Erin asked, "have you noticed anything...weird...happening?" Janice was up...sort of. She was still in her bathrobe, and she looked like her eyes were only about a quarter-open. Erin caught herself wondering if Janice was wearing anything under the robe, and pushed the thought away.

"Strange like what?" Janice started up the coffeee, silently pondering the need for an intravenous drip.

"Um..." Erin blushed a little. "Weird dreams." She sat down on the couch and began to replay the 'Powerpuff Girls' episode, trying to act nonchalant.

Janice blinked the sleep out of her eyes. "Dunno...I always get weird dreams after I make big changes. Like when I get a new job, for a week or so I get these dreams where I'm doing nothing but working, over and over, just nothing but me and the job...what kinds of dreams are you having?"

Erin blushed a little harder at the words 'over and over'. She tried to cover it up. "Oh, um...just sort of strange dreams. Like, um, last night I dreamed I was in a horror movie, but then it all turned weird and..." She struggled to find some other way to describe it beside 'incredibly hot.'

"Incredibly hot?" Janice asked.

Erin jumped a little. "How did you know?"

Janice shrugged. "Because sex is the only thing to make you blush. Well, sex and that one time that guy in PoliSci said that the role of women was as 'sex-providers and servants to the superior male'. But that wasn't really a blush. More sort of a 'beet-red with fury' thing."

Erin smiled a little. "Remember when I said that with an attitude like that, he'd have to be using his right hand for both roles?"

Janice smiled back, sitting on the couch next to Erin. Erin suddenly wished she was sitting closer, then edged back a little from her room-mate. Brain, body...let's all work together on this one, she chided herself. "Look," Janice said, "we've all had dreams like that, especially after a hot date that...well, didn't end like you'd expected it to." Erin tried to focus on what Janice was saying, but she was suddenly distracted by the awareness that Janice hadn't adjusted her robe properly when she'd sat down, and Erin could see her inner thigh... "I'm sure that was all it was."

Erin shook her head. "No, I... I mean, it wasn't, I..." her tongue felt all tied in knots, and she looked at Janice helplessly, trying to figure out what she was trying to say, and she leaned in, and...

She broke off, and ran back to her room. She turned up her music, and tried to just read her books and not think about any of it.

"...sweet surrender..." the music played... "...is all that I have...to give to you..."

Eventually, she slept again.

*****

She's in a mall. The whole building is all ramps and elevators and a hundred levels, and when you look down from the narrow walkways it seems like it's a hundred stories high. Erin is suddenly, uncomfortably aware of how terrified she is of heights.

There's a store she wants to go to nearby (Business Casual Wear, the sign says), but there's no walkway leading to it. She'll have to jump. She doesn't want to jump. It's not safe. It's too far to fall, and her parents are watching her.

Janice is there. She's wearing flannel. She smiles, and it melts down into Erin, and then she jumps across, and it's alright because Janice is there, but it's not a store that sells clothes. It's a store that sells beds. There's a couple on each bed. They're all women. Each one of them is a woman, and they're all on the beds. None of them have clothes. "It's alright," Janice says. "Everyone in this store dresses like that. It's business casual."

Erin isn't scared anymore. She wants to dress like that. She slips off her clothes and crawls into the bed, and Janice is there waiting for her...

And then she wakes up. And Janice really is there.

*****

Erin falls out of the bed in what is meant to be a graceful leap, but turns into a chaotic stumble as she gets entangled in the bedclothes. She pulls them down onto herself and for a terrifying moment, she can't see, and then she surfaces from the suffocating cloth and she sees Janice, and Janice is nude, and she doesn't know whether to scream or laugh or cry or climb back onto the bed and make mad, passionate love until the world ends in a ball of flame...

Janice sees the expression on her face. She grabs a robe, and carefully, calmly walks around the bed to where Erin is sitting, looking at her like a deer in the headlights. "I think I know what's happening," she says.

"Wha'?" Erin asks. Having Janice this close is overpowering. She can smell her, the scent of her skin and hair, and she can feel a trickle of moisture between her legs and she can smell that too...

"You seemed so odd yesterday," Janice says, keeping her voice calm and even, trying to impart this into Erin by osmosis, "and I thought about all the couples who live here, so I looked around on the web...I felt silly, but I found out who built this apartment complex." Erin stares blankly. Janice puts her hands on Erin's shoulders. "The architect was a pioneer in psychology as well as architecture--she believed that a person was actually shaped by their environment. That colors and angles could induce emotions in others--like painting a room blue to make people calm, or yellow to get them to be more energetic. But here's the thing--she also was an outspoken activist in gay rights. She believed that women could only really find love with other women!" Understanding begins to dawn in Erin's eyes. "I think she did something when she made this place...I think it's affecting you."

Erin blinks slowly, like a lizard. "Me? What about...what about you?"

Janice lowers her head for a long moment, then raises it again. "I've known I was a lesbian since I was fifteen, Erin. I've been in love with you since sophomore year, when we took that PoliSci class together. I've wanted to say something about it for so long, but I didn't know, I mean, you never seemed to be really homophobic, but I knew you had boyfriends, and I thought I never stood a chance, and I thought that I could at least be close to you as a friend, but I never knew this would happen, I just thought this place had lots of closets, and now..." the words come out in a torrent, like a dam finally bursting under the pressure of unnameable fathoms of water. Finally, the flow dries up in little trickles. "...and I love you. But it shouldn't happen like this."




Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This



Erin kisses her. Hard, intense, hungry. Both of them will have bruised lips tomorrow. After a long moment, Janice pulls back. "No," she says. You're not thinking clearly."

Erin's breathing is heavy. "I don't care," she says. "Maybe it shouldn't have happened like this, Janice. Maybe we should just have been friends our whole lives, and you'd have spent each and every night falling asleep thinking about me, and when I died, you'd have wished you'd done something about it and it would have been your only regret and you'd have cried yourself to sleep every night thinking about it." She kisses her again, softer this time, slipping her hands under the robe that was only half-on to begin with and caressing Janice's body.

"But that doesn't sound like the way things should have been to me."

*****

It had been one heck of a 'Moving Out' party. Erin felt as though her head was on sideways, as she went to get the mail...and whose idea was it to do jello shots, anyway?

Two young women, both of whom looked no older than nineteen, were at the rental office. They'll probably get Alice and Carol's spot, she thought, at least after the stains on the carpet are cleaned up. The jello shots weren't the problem there...that was those home-made screwdrivers that Lisa'd brought. Next party, new rule: the amount of available alcohol should not exceed the amount of available livers in the room.

The two girls eyed her cautiously as she unlocked the mailbox, and she smiled at them. "You'll love the place," she said. "Plenty of closets."

Eventually, she thought to herself, you'll even come out of them...

THE END