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Dreaming Of...

By: Liquid Silver





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For the past few years I have thought about many things that I had once considered taboo. I had just turned 18, a few weeks before, when I started being able to focus on the thoughts that would sometimes keep me up at night. 

I had lived a very sheltered life, going to a private school, and relying on my parents for almost everything. I had a few friends, both guys and girls, but not any that I could talk to about anything of a sexual nature. 

I had had only two boyfriends in my short life, neither of them having done more then perhaps a chaste kiss at my door after a date. I had longed for something more, something more forceful, arousing. I found myself frustrated with the people with which I had contact, none of the boys that I knew aroused those feelings in me.

I started looking for older guys, men that I thought would be able to fill that spot inside me that was crying out for fulfillment. I met the older guys at the mall, outside bars and clubs, where I would just happen to be. I would pay close attention to the older friends of my friends' siblings. I found that a lot of the men found my attentions arousing.

I had worried that I would be considered cute, or adorable, I could handle that, only if I was considered desirable at the same time. 

My friend nicky had an older brother, he was 27, and I found that I was attracted to a few of his friends. At first I had been a little hesitant of acting on it, a fear of being seen as a little girl. I used the fact that I appeared older to my advantage. One of the friends that I met, his name was mike. Mike was tall, maybe 5'9, athletically built. He had brown hair and golden eyes. 

He was 28, and I even found his age a turn on. The next time I knew that he would be at nicky's house, I planned a sleep over with her. I wore my sexiest outfit that I could put together out of the clothes that my parents would by me. I put on a black kilt, used for field hockey, and rolled it up so that it was a few inches above my knees, daringly hinting at the ass that it barely covered. 

I paired that with a tight white tank top and no bra. I had my blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, which showed off my green eyes better. My 36c breasts were firm and perky beneath the tank top, and I was ready to see if I could entice mike

Nicky and I did the usual things that we did when we hung out, but nicky got tired before I did. She told me that I could watch tv downstairs until I was tired, so I went. Nicky's parents weren't home, but her brother and a few of his friends were in the basement. I went downstairs and flipped through the channels. I found that nicky's parents had all of the cable packages, so I used them to my advantage. I 

I had just tuned into a relatively steamy porn movie when I heard the basement door open. Afraid of being caught I changed the channel. I was lying on the couch watching cartoons when mike came into the room. He was surprised to find me there, and he said hello. I asked him to sit, and watch with me. He looked me over before he answered. As he did I couldn't help but notice that my nipples puckered under his gaze, visible without a bra through the tank top.

I pulled my legs up to give him room to sit without realizing that I was giving him a great view of my virginal white cotton panties. It only took a moment for mike to sit beside me. He took the converter from me and started surfing. He came across the same porn movie that I had glanced at earlier and he stopped. He slid his eyes to me, checking my reaction. He asked if I minded if we watched this, I didn't object.

The screen showed a blond being fucked with a large black dildo while she jacked the guy off. I couldn't help squirming a little as I imagined the feeling of that large cock inside me. Mike noticed my wriggles, but he didn't say anything. The next scene was a young girl dressed in a private school uniform being fucked doggy style by an older man. I heard a moan, before I realized it was me, it was turning me on. I glanced to mike's crotch thinking of how big he could bee, how it would feel when I saw the bulge in his pants. 

In response to his arousal I slid my hand under my skirt and pressed it against my crotch which was getting hotter and wetter by the minute. I slid my hand under my panties and started fingering myself as I watched the screen. Mike turned and saw where my hand was and stopped watching the movie. He was watching me, where my fingers were, the movie forgotten. He asked me if I liked what I was seeing. I told him that I was really turned on, i've dreamt of being corrupted by an older guy for a while now. 

I heard him swear, and ask me how old I was. I think he was thinking that because nicky was 17, then I would be too. I told him that I had turned 18 the month before and he smiled. My hand had stilled its motioning when I had stopped watching the movie. When I started watching it again, my fingers began moving again.

Mike put his hand on my knee and moved it up my thigh to the hem of my skirt. He took the hem, pulled it up and tucked it into the waistband of my skirt. He told me that he wanted to watch what my hand was doing. After a few moments of watching me he started to tell me to do certain things. He told me to put two fingers in, to pump faster, to pinch my clit, to pump slower. I couldn't help the moans from coming, I was so hot, so wet, my fingers were sliding around with all of my juice.

Mike had started palming his crotch as he watched me. He used his hands to take off my tank top. He watched me fingering myself. My breasts were bouncing with my movements, in tune with my hips as I thrust them against hand. I should have been embarrassed but I was so hot. I wanted him to touch me, and I told him. He told me that I had to do a little something for him first. 

He unzipped his pants, and moved the elastic of his boxers, freeing his erect 8" cock from its cotton prison. He told me to take the hand that I had been using to finger myself and to put it on his cock. I moved and slid my wet hand to his cock, and moaned at the silky feel of it. He told me how he liked to be touched and I did as he told. 

After a few minutes of stroking him I had an undeniable urge to taste him. As I knelt over to touch my tongue to the head of his penis, he pushed me away.

I was a moment away from asking him what his problem was when he told me that he heard nicky's brother coming up the stairs. He pulled down my top, and my skirt. I watched him as he gingerly placed his swollen cock back into his pants.

I smiled as I hastily changed the channel. Mike and I were sitting watching the cartoon network, when nicky's brother came in. He told mike that he had to go grab some cigarettes so he was in charge until he got back.

As nicky's brother walked away, mike leaned over and said that he hoped I was cooperative. He was in charge now, and he liked giving orders...

I heard the front door close moments before I felt mike's hands on my breasts...

To Be Continued...

Dreaming of a Girl



I looked at the alarm clock. 08:00 it said with big red numbers.

'Ugh, it's so early.' I thought, just like any other day.

The only good thing about going to school was that I could see her again, my crush. I am not that special, every boy in the world has had a crush on some girl in his live. But I was one of the few people from my class who liked Alexis, the quiet girl. 

I was very shy so I never had the courage to even talk to her. On her 18th birthday I bought some flowers for her, but I chickened out once I saw her and ran away.

Most boys were madly in love with Debra. She was the stereotypical cheerleader girl. I couldn't see why everyone was so obsessed with her, see just had big breasts and wore a skirt all the time. She probably slept with lots of guys and the thought of that didn't turn me on at all.

No in fact I was the only one to dig Alexis, the quiet girl. The fact that she didn't care much for attention made me want her even more. I fantasized about her a lot.

When I laid in bed I would think of a scenario in which she and I had sex, I know it would never happen but just the shear thought of her shirt lifting up, revealing her small but beautiful breasts. . .

Without realizing, I felt a shiver in my belly as I came. I looked down and my hard cock rested between my hands. I had masturbated once more to the thought of her naked body. Time to get up. I looked in the mirror, a little ashamed of what I saw. A 19 year old boy, pretty handsome would some say, but not me.

My brown hair was standing upright like a cartoon character and wouldn't stay down. I put on some clean clothes (at least they smelled clean) and I went downstairs. 

My mom and dad were having breakfast at the dining table and yelled at me for being late for school and having that weird hairdo. I hadn't realized it was that late, so I rushed my morning ritual of cereal and playing with the dog to get on the bus. 

I felt some shame while I walked past Alex (I liked to call her by her nickname in my head) and sat down on my seat. I sat next to my friend James but we didn't talk much, he and I both didn't like social interaction that much. The whole ride to school I looked at Alex without being too obvious. 'One day she would recognize me' I hoped.

The day at school went by very slowly as I once again rushed to the toilet after seeing her ass while she was bending over to get some books of the floor. I had to control myself. I nearly came just looking at her ass. Her beautiful round ass. 

'Okay, I just have to avoid her and not think about her for the rest of the day. That will cool me off.' 

And so I did. The day flew over when I didn't payed attention to her. It worked! I finally could make the day go by without having to cum in the bathroom stalls. I didn't have the courage to ask her out anyway, so why bother.

The bell rang and I gathered my bag. While I was walking towards the school exit I thought about the homework. Mister Brandon gave us a 20 page assignment to make on the history of Japan, due tomorrow. If my new avoiding technique wouldn't keep my mind of Alex, that would.

'Kevin!' I heard a girl shout. 

I looked around, was there someone else with the same name as me? No, I was walking alone on the shortcut I always took towards home. As I looked around to see who wanted to speak to me, it was Alexis. 

She was holding some books in her hand and her long brown hair waved in the wind as she took a small sprint towards me. I froze, Alex wanted to talk to me? About what? 

I managed to squeak out a weird sounding 'Hi.' And turned red. 

'You left your history books at Mister Brandon's lesson, here.' she said while handing over my books. 

I said thanks and didn't knew what to do next. Should I keep walking or did she wanted to talk more. I sensed a small wiggle in my pants. 

'Not now!' I thought. 

'Are you all right?' Alex asked. 

She must have spotted the weird look on my face, trying to hide my boner for her. I quickly thought of something interesting to say. 

'Quite a lot of homework we got tonight, huh?' I said as cool as possible. 

She laughed and agreed. I couldn't believe it, I was talking to the girl I had a crush on for as long as I went to this school! 

After talking a while she said: 'Do you want to make the homework together tonight? I heard you were quite good in history? And you are actually the only person that seams nice to me around school.' 

My heart was racing as I agreed to this seemingly unthinkable 'date'. 

'Great, see you at 7 then tonight.'

At home I quickly cleaned my room, the girl of my dreams must not see my rooms like this. The only clean thing in it was the trashcan, and that won't make that good of an impression. 

I was thinking, did she have the same feeling about me as I about her? It would make sense, as she was probably scared that I wasn't into her anymore after avoiding her today, so she made a move! 

Well, let's just see how tonight goes, for all I know she could just want to make her homework. Just as I finished cleaning the doorbell ring.

My parents were out for the night, they were going to some lame musical or something. I stormed down and opened the door. There she stood, wearing tight jeans and a shirt that said: "Homework!" She pointed at it and smiled, but then turned red. 

'Oh, sorry I thought it would be funny.' She said after seeing me with my mouth open, staring at her. 

'No, sorry it is funny!' And she smiled again. 

'Good, let's begin then!' 

And we went to my room. We both sat down at my desk, which had never been cleaner than today. 

'Wow, your desk is so clean! Mine is always full of stuff.' She said and laughed. 

After we both had put our paper on the table and opened ours books, she started to discuss the text on the page with me. I had to put all my attention to the text and not to look too much to the right. 

As she was bent over to look at the books, I could look right in to her bra. I could almost make out a nipple, or so I thought. Thinking about that gave me a great feeling and made me a little aroused. 

I did the best I could and looked away from her, into the books. My boner disappeared and we worked on the essay. After 10 pages she asked if she could use the bathroom, I don't know why but everything she did turned me on. Even the thought of her on my bathroom. 

I heard the faint sound of water streaming into the toilet and it made my dick hard again. I was mad at myself, every little thing she does turns me on. When she returned the sound of water rushing didn't stop, it got louder. 

'It's storming really hard outside, I hope it quiets down before I have to go.' She said a little afraid. 

We continued working on the report and had a really great time. Making jokes and talking quite a lot. At one point she said that she never knew I was so much fun. 

'Done!' I said, partially happy that we finished it, but also sad because I didn't make a move on her. 

Probably for the best, didn't want to scare her off. I had come a long way from avoiding her to spending the evening together. I had dreams about such evenings, but they went a little different then now. But even without having sex with her on my desk, it was still a pretty good evening. 

She packed her stuff into her little pink backpack and we went downstairs. I offered to walk her home and she gladly accepted it. When we opened the doors it was pouring rain and the sky was filled with lightning.

'Oh my, I'll never get home.' She said. 

After a while the rain had not stopped and it looked like she wanted to ask something. 

'It might seem stupid, but can I stay here tonight? My parents are away this week so there is no one who can drive me. I will sleep on the couch!' 

I rejected her request to sleep on the couch and offered her my bed. I would sleep on the couch. This day could not get any better I thought by myself, yesterday she didn't speak to me and now she is sleeping in my bed! Granted, I sleep on the couch, but still!

There I lay, it was a little cold on the couch and I couldn't sleep. The thought of Alex in my bed kept me awake. I wondered what she was wearing. Would she sleep in her underwear like me? Maybe I can go look? The excitement began to build up. I finally got to see the body of Alex, or was I just being creepy? 

I didn't care too much because I was very horny. Slowly I walked up the stairs towards my room. Very carefully I opened the door, there she lay. 

I couldn't see much because the blanked covered most of her body and it was fairly dark. When she turned over I saw that she was wearing only her panties and bra. How long was I looking? Suddenly she started moving a lot and woke up. 

I froze and tried to walk down as fast as possible, but I heard her coming my way. Quickly I went in the bathroom, but wait! We had a bathroom downstairs! Why would I go all the way up here to go to the bathroom, it would make no sense, so I jumped into the bathroom closet. 

My heart raced as I peeked through the crack. She went in. First she closed the door and looked around her. Did she heard me? 

'Oh my god, I'm about to see her pee.' I thought.

She stood in front of the toilet and pulled down her panties, I could see her pussy clear as day. It was a perfect stripe, she must be a virgin for sure. She sat down on the toilet, looking a little bit worried. Why did she pull her panties all the way down to pee? 

Alex placed her hand on her belly and slowly started feeling it, going down to her legs and up again. Her other hand felt her right breast over her bra, then under it. I couldn't believe what I saw, it was a dream. Only this dream was real. My dick turned harder than stone as her hand reached down her belly and touched her pussy. 

She started rubbing it lightly with one finger, softly moaning not to wake me. But little did she know I was right there. After a while she stood up and took off her bra. Perfect round breast, just as I imagined in my dreams popped out. She felled both of them and moaned a little too hard, because suddenly she stopped and put everything back on. 

With an embarrassed face she returned to her room. I was still in here, how do I get back downstairs without her hearing me? I she hears me she'd knew I was in here! 

I came out of the bathroom as quiet as I could. I didn't want her to know I was there but the door of my room was open, and never being more turned on in my life I couldn't resist taking another look at that beautiful body. I sneaked towards my room and looked inside. 

She was awake and looked at me. 

'Hey' she said a little shy. 'Can't sleep either?' 

I knew why she was awake but I played along.

'No, the couch didn't sleep that well.'

She offered me to come sit next to her and so I did. She wrapped her blankets around her and got up next to me. 

'I'm sorry, I'm a little shy.' she said. 

'Don't worry.' I casually tried to put my arms to rest besides me, but I didn't realize her leg was there. 

'Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to touch your leg!' I said shocked. 

'It's okay.' She replied.

She then placed my hand back on her leg, only a lot closer to her belly. She was clearly still turned on from her little private show. At least she thought it was private. I felt her soft legs as I softly moved my hand up and down her leg on her command.  

She then looked me directly in the eyes and said: 

'I had fun today, even If it was homework. I never knew you were like this.' 

As she moved her head towards mine she closed her eyes. I'd never kissed a girl in my live but I got a feeling she'd liked it. Suddenly my hand got wet, I was shocked as I realized what it was. Her pussy was soaking wet. When I opened my eyes her blanket had lowered, reveling her bra. Which she opened with one hand. 

'I never wanted to show them to anyone but you.' She said.

I gasped as I looked at her. My hand went to her breasts as I felt my other hand getting wetter and wetter. 

'I . . .' She stumbled 

'I want to have you as my first.' She said. 

'I . . . I wanted to get to know you first, have a few dates, but I know this just feels so right.' 

My head was spinning from the excitement. I stood up and she began to take of my pants, my underwear was transformed into a tent with my hard dick as the support. You could see her excitement rise as well as she pulled them down. 

My dick jumped out and Alex began to touch it. The feeling went through my entire body and I did everything to make sure I didn't come. 

She took her hands of my dick just before I came and stood up. Slowly pulling down her panties and reveling her nicely shaven pussy. When she touched my dick for the second time she began to jerk it harder than before. The feeling of her stroking hands on my hard dick became too much for me as I came all over her breasts. 

The cum dripped down and she was a little shocked. 

'I'm sorry I came so soon, you are just so beautiful.' I said shamefully. 

Without saying a word she then used her fingers to lick all the cum of her body. It was so exciting to watch that I got hard again. 

'Can you fuck me?' She asked with big eyes as she laid back on my bed. 

I didn't have to think twice about that as I took off all my clothes and went on top of her. She spread her legs and her pussy was dripping wet as my hard dick slit into her. She moaned a little, as if she was holding in. 

'My parents aren't home, you can make as much sound as you want.' I said. 

And I didn't have to say it again. She moaned like I never could imagine. I went in to her and out again, first soft, then harder. She enjoyed it and told me to turn her over. Her ass was pointed at me, it looked so delicious and couldn't help myself but to put my face in it. 

I licked her pussy and felt the juice streaming out of it while she almost screamed of pleasure. 

I then inserted my penis deep inside her. She screamed my name. When I pulled my dick out, a stream of juice gushed out of her pussy. 

'I have wanted you for so long.' She moaned as she turned around. 

With one hand she stroke her pussy and with the other she jerked me off. After a while she started licking the tip of my penis and then taking it as deep as she can into her mouth. I couldn't hold it anymore and I came the biggest load I have ever shoot. Her mouth filled with my sperm while I uncontrollably shivered with my body. 

After that she swallowed it all and put her head on my lap. We just had the best sex i could ever imagine. Best of all, we had the same dreams and they both came true tonight.



Dreaming of a World-Away Love



There was a gentle sound that woke me ever so slightly. I turned over and - in my dream - my arm stretched over a soft and warm presence in my bed.

Curious, unsure who -- or what -- it was, my motion froze a moment but, sensing no danger, I lifted my head slowly from its pillow. Light-colored hair was splayed over the pillow next to mine. Soft breathing ruffled the air and a slight rise and fall of the coverlet assured me I was not alone.

Moving under the covers, my hand tentatively reached and felt skin, smooth and soft. I stilled my hand to consider what to do. Doggy Rambo had made no sound from his bed on the porch. This was no stranger who had entered by stealth.

From the size it was no man, either. Very slowly I moved my hand again, a little higher, and felt a shoulder, warm and still. The motion stirred a rich, pleasant fragrance from the body, a hint of fine perfume. Barely touching this new electric skin, my hand went first to a slim neck under luxuriously soft hair. Moonlight through the window let me watch regular, deep-sleep breathing. Slightly bolder, I explored down the center of the back, a straight spine, bordered by strong muscles and I felt a very slight shiver. My hand went dead still again.

There was no sound except the sweet inhalation you might expect from a person enjoying a rose. At the hip, my hand rose, fingers and my palm enjoying clearly female curves, shapes and softness. Turned away from me, the left leg was bent and, my further explorations discovered, there was easy access to warmth and moisture before encountering the other leg straightened in the bed. Without a sound, the figure leaned further away from me, spreading her legs a little more as my hand came back up the inside of the right leg until I felt with my thumb soft hair covering warm hints of moist flesh beneath.

My hand moved to the other leg, reaching across nearly to the knee of this sleeping mystery and then back down, fingers feeling the tender inside of her thigh, appreciating the strength of long muscles of a well-conditioned woman. Again my hand touched hair and paused. There was the slightest sound, neither a moan nor exhalation but a sound as subtle as a soap bubble popping and then, almost too quiet to hear, the hint of a little laugh, the sweet sound of a charmed life. I stroked her hair and the aroma intensified.

Then came heat, suddenly and strongly. I felt warmth as I touched gentle flesh buried in the hair of her pussy. I could feel it moistening. Afraid to wake her and, at the same time, unsure what to do my body became the master and my mind an entertained being settling down, watching, preparing for a romance.

The woman turned away slightly more, opening her legs a bit wider and her knee, bent away, was raised a little higher. That growing fever, first in her pussy, was spreading up and down her body. Suddenly there was the good, strong smell of lusting woman in my bed. My cock, already stiffening, came to full hardness, now pressed against her firm but yielding butt.

Heat brought added moisture to the soft folds and, in my dream, my thumb felt as though it were being drawn into closer contact with the lips of her pussy, now soaking in moisture, smooth and slick to the touch. Turning my hand slowly, to avoid waking my nocturnal love, my fingers came fully in touch and her leg moved casually to open more space for my explorations.

Another sound, this time a caught breath as my fingers brushed the firm bud of an excited clit. Very slowly I caressed her, enjoying the slickening skin of pouting lips as her pussy rotated toward me, and my cock was able to reach and share the feeling of this wonderful surprise. She moved again, now fully on her right side, but with the left knee drawn almost to her breast my cock had free roam into the hot valley of pleasure easily presented. 

I rubbed the head of my cock against those sweet folds of her pussy lips, mixing pre-cum with her juices and there was another catch of breath. I put my hand to her breast and sensed a rapidly beating heart. The next sound was a petulant whimper, a sleeping woman unhappy with this slow pace. She turned again, fully on her back now, with the sheets pulled away by her hand, seeking release from all restraint.

Both of her hands moved to her breasts, rubbing her nipples and I moved to my appointed new station between her widely parted legs. I buried my face within her pussy as my hands stroked her body, now hot as a patient fevered to near coma. 

Her pussy was sweet. My tongue, soft and wide, explored each lip, each crevice and then my lips circled and kissed her clit with a gentle suck as one hand moved to focus within. Her wet hole gripped me, seeming to move - even to pump on its own - arcing her pussy up into my face, her feet now flat on the bed behind me and knees up pressing against my body. It had to be she was awake - but was I? One finger, saturated in her juices, moved casually within as my tongue stroked the sides of her labia and up to circle and press her clit with soft kisses and slight suction. Her movement grew stronger as her cunt expanded in growing passion.

Her hands went to my head, drawing me up her body. She stopped my head at her breasts, directing my mouth first to the right and, after a moment, her left as her hands moved to my back and urged me to move further up. My cock touched her pussy and she jerked, then went still. "Fuck me," came in a dreamy phrase. "Oh, we've waited so long for this." Who was this?

My cock entered her as my body rose on hers. Moonlight on her face revealed that of a beautiful young woman still in deep sleep yet her arms were holding me strongly as I began to move inside her. Her eyes moved beneath closed lids and her lips were puckered with pleasure.

All of my body sent every sense of touch into my cock. There was no other sensation in my body as each nerve on my cock felt the delicious folds of a very hot and extremely slippery cunt, rippling with pleasure as my cock pressed in and withdrew. The head of my cock brought new sensitivity as it bumped the soft button at the bottom of her yearning pussy and then slowly pulled up until it again enjoyed the slippery opening. I took my hand and swished my cock's head up and down against lips and clit until there was another catch of breath and she quickened her movements, rotating her pussy against me, her legs now raised and wrapped around my butt, her feet driving the rhythm of the fuck as we became one person, a joined action, driving with a religious fervor toward our passionate rewards.

Her clit was now so engorged that I could feel it, strong as a finger, on the top of my cock as I surged in and out of her. My mystery love was beginning to cum and her movements became stronger, more conscious in bodily sensation and she whimpered again as her legs loosened from me, dropped again to the bed and she raised her pussy into contact that felt as though we were welding ourselves together as my own shivering began. She began to coo like a dove and I could feel fresh hot liquid cumming from her as we merged into one consciousness at play, together in our ecstasy.

My consciousness shifted again and we were outside, in the sunlight, astride mighty horses, galloping like gods across the world as our cumming overwhelmed us. Whether an instant or many hours it didn't matter as time ceased - or was it stretched into a sexual eternity? We were moving and feeling and cumming and neither of us felt anything more than an inch away from our entwined cock and pussy until time began to reverse itself!

Movement slowed, as the experience replayed from end back to the beginning. My butt was again encased in her legs, again I was suckling her breasts and my cock was barely touching the folds of her pussy. Then I was back to sucking her as she played with her breasts with both hands, tweaking her nipples to make herself more sensitive for my tongue just before she turned back on her side and my cock was stroking the shining lips of her pussy buried in her sweet hair and my thumb then remained in touch as her leg came back down and I moved my hand down her right leg and very cautiously up her back to her shoulder and I listened as her breathing slowed and the moon still revealed her hair splayed upon the pillow, unchanged from before when I first raised my eyes to see.. 

Doggy Rambo took a quick circle on the porch, checked the moon and remained quiet as I stayed asleep in a hot puddle of liquid that dried into a shimmering mother of pearl, warm to the touch and glittering when the alarm went off and I awoke, alone.



Dreaming of Cocks



I am standing in the middle of a room, naked. Then a strongly built guy comes in, also naked, his cock is already hard, at least 8 inch. Then he pushes me down onto my knees, and says: "Here is what you want slut, suck this!", and shoves his huge hard meat into my mouth. As it goes deep into my throat, he grabs my head and pulls it on his cock, I start to gag. But he doesn't mind. Starts to fuck my mouth, shoving his cock deep into my throat, pulls out, back again. Then he moans loudly and shoots his load into my mouth: "Yes, bitch swallow it, drink my cum", and I swallow as much as I can, but quite a lot flows out of my mouth down my chin. Then he pulls out his cock and goes away, leaving me standing on my knees his cum flowing out of my mouth.

Then I hear footsteps from behind. I turn my head back, to see another guy coming to me. He also muscular, and he is black, his cock must be even bigger, then the previous. He stops behind me :"Push up that ass, you whore, and take this" says, and with that, he kneels behind me, grabs my hips and pushes his cock up my ass. I scream out loud, as he rips my asshole apart. "Shut up bitch!", and pushes his sock into my mouth. Then grabs me hard and starts to pound my ass hard and fast in and out endlessly. As my ass start to burn I still scream, but my creams are muffled by his sock in my mouth. Then finally he shoots his cum deep into my ass, then pulls out, takes his sock out from my mouth, and leaves me there, with his cum dripping out of my ass.

Then both of them come back with two more guys. One of the new guys pushes his cock in front of my mouth, and tells me to suck him off. I start to lick the cockhead, then take it into my mouth, and suck it gently, then stronger. Meanwhile the other new guy is behind me, licking my ass, and licking the cum out of it. Then as i take the cock slowly into my mouth, the guy behind me start to tongue fuck me, then pulls out his tongue, and soon I feel his cock at my asscrack. At the same time as he start to push his cock gently into my asshole, then other guy start to push his cock into my throat, then they start to move together in my ass and mouth, and the guy behind me starts to stroke my cock. Then they fuck and stroke me faster and faster until all of us cumming. Then they pull out, and their cock immediately replaced by the first two guys. This time the black guy fucks my face, and the other my ass. They do it hard and fast, meanwhile the other two guys are stroking their cock over my body. Then suddenly everyone cums, and my ass, my mouth gets filled by cum, and the other two guys cover my body and face with their load. Then they all leave.

Soon then first two guys come back with some other guys with them. One of them kneels ahead me with his asshole at my face. "Lick that ass, you bitch" I hear from behind, and I start to lick it. Circling my tongue around the asscrack, then sliding my tongue into his ass deeply, twisting it around. Then I move my tongue in and out his ass deep and fast, then he pulls away, turns around and pushes his cock into my mouth deeply. In no time he starts to shoot his cum into my throat.

When he pulls out two new guys come to me. One at my face, one at my ass. The first one pushes his cock into my mouth, while the other one start to beat my as with his belt. In time with his strokes the front guy pushes his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, so I cannot scream. He soon cums into my throat and gets immediately replaced by another guy.

After a dozen hits the back guy stops and start to fuck my ass, and when he finishes he gives the place to the last guy. He turns me on my back and fucks me that way. There is still one cock in my mouth and three or four guys around me. I stroke two of them, while the other ones stroking themselves. One of them stroking my cock. Suddenly everyone moans, the black guy shouts out "Lets give this bitch what he craves for", and with that all of them cums all over me. Then they leave me, on the floor covered by cum.

I suddenly wake up, check my body, nowhere a drop of cum, I am clean and dry. Once again I just dreamed all of this....

Will it ever happen really? 



Dreaming Of Daddy



I tried to stay awake last night Daddy. I really did. But you and Mommy stayed out so late that I got my shower and laid down to wait. 

I slid between my sheets naked and still damp, my hair wet. 

As I laid there thinking of all the things you promised to do to me as soon as Mommy went to sleep, I couldn't help myself. I had to start rubbing my pussy. I know I promised you I wouldn't, but Daddy I wanted you so bad and I had to touch myself. 

I thought about the first time you fucked me. You had been away on business and missed my 18th birthday. You felt so bad. The night you got home was the same day Mom had left to so take care of her sister. 

I was in the kitchen fixing a snack to eat while watching a movie and you came in and threw your arms around me from behind and said "Happy 'Belated' Birthday baby girl." 

I was so mad at you that I didn't turn around. I just mumbled "Thank you" and kept fixing my snack. 

"Please don't be mad at Daddy baby" you said. "You know I wanted to be here for you. You've always been Daddy's special girl." 

"I know Daddy" I sighed. "It's okay".

You turned me around and said "I didn't have time to get you the gift I wanted. You deserve something wonderful and I wanted it to be perfect."

"Yeah Daddy, okay. No big deal" I said and turned away from you again.

"Baby, don't be mad. Daddy didn't 'buy' you a present but I do have the best gift ever for you." And saying that you closed one hand over my right titty and the your other hand slid down to my pussy. 

I couldn't move! I had always wanted you to touch me this way, but now that you were I didn't know what to do. But you knew exactly what to do. You slid my pj bottoms down and ever working me with your fingers you drove your cock into me and fucked me from behind while I was bent over the counter.

I remember you felt so bad. How were you to know that at 18 I was still a virgin and had been saving myself hoping that Daddy would be the one to take my cherry.

And you were right. It was the best birthday present ever!

So Daddy, while I was laying here waiting for you and Mommy I fell asleep with my fingers in my pussy thinking about you.

I had a dream that you snuck into my room and found me that way. You took my hand and moved my fingers in and out fucking me with my own fingers. Then you took them out and sucked and licked and ate my pussy. I was still sleeping but moaning your name. Your tongue was buried in my pussy your fingers fucking my ass and I kept pushing myself onto you helping you fuck me. 

You pulled your fingers out of my ass and your tongue out of my pussy and threw my legs over your shoulders and rammed your hard cock into my pussy and fucked me so hard. You had me bent in half while fucking my pussy and sucking my titty and I woke up screaming your name. 

You pulled out and threw me over onto my stomach and shoved your hard cock up my ass and pounded me. You reached out to my night stand and took the candle I keep there and shoved it into my pussy and fucked me in both ends while I screamed your name over and over and over again. I started shaking and screaming and crying and came so hard I passed out. You still fucked and pounded into me with no mercy. Cock slamming my ass and candle raping my pussy. Harder and harder, faster and faster you fucked and fucked until you came so hard your cum filled my ass and leaked out around your still fucking cock. 

You finally pulled out and kissed me on my sweat dampened back and said "Good slut. Daddy loves him baby girl." Then you left my room leaving me still passed out lying on sheets wet with your cum and mine, the candle still jammed into my pussy. The room smelling like hot sex. 

When I woke up from my dream my pussy was sore and when I reached down my candle was in it. At some point during the night I must have shoved it in my pussy. It must have been during the dream. What a way to wake up. 

I love you daddy 



Dreaming of Daddy



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Dreaming of Daddy's Baby



All characters are 18+!

© Lady Leannan 2011

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I felt funny, almost as if I had been drugged. My body felt funny too as if someone was touching me I looked down and immediately noticed two things. First I was naked and second my father was on my bed between my legs. This has to be a dream... that is the only way this could be happening. 

"Daddy," I asked, "what are you doing?"

"You have magnificent breasts," Daddy whispered against my tits. "They're so firm and ripe, and they're going to be so big and juicy when they're leaking milk and your stomach is full with my child. Tell me you want that as much as I do, Slut. Say it!" 

Well if this is a dream I don't want it to end, and if this was not a dream I could die a happy camper. You see, I have had a Daddy fetish for as long as I have been masturbating, but I never acted on it because I thought it would freak out my dad, of course, it did not hurt my fetish any that my father was HOT to boot, he looked like an older Jonny Depp. However, the other thing in that one sentence that caused my body to shiver with anticipation was the fact that he mentioned me being pregnant. Pregnancy was my other fetish, not being pregnant myself but in general.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Yes what?" he asked with a stern look on his face.

"Yes Daddy, I want my tits to fill with milk for you, and I want you to drink from my breasts." 

"Soon Slut, I will very soon. But first we have to get you pregnant. Do you want to be my pregnant little slut? You know, once you have this baby I will come back and get you pregnant again and again, over and over you will spend the rest of your fertile life pregnant with my children. Do you want me to do that?" 

"Yes, yes, oh God yes!" I said. I was too into what he was saying. And I just needed to cum. "I want to have your babies, Daddy. Knock me up; turn me into your baby factory. Give me babies with your seed." Were those words really coming from me? Wow, this HAD to be a dream.

"Oh, you are a very bad girl. You are nothing but a slut, wanting your Daddy to make you pregnant! You are a dirty, filthy, nasty little girl. But, who am I to deny a slut such as yourself. I guess I will just have to give you my babies. Is this what you are wanting?" He placed the head of his huge 12 inch cock at my entrance, smearing my juices with it. 

"Yes! Oh God, I need it; I need to cum so bad. Put it in me! Put it in me, please." 

"Should I get a condom?" 

"No, no, Daddy. I want you in me and nothing between us; I want you to give me a baby." I meant it, and I couldn't stop myself from saying it. 

"If you insist," I felt Daddy's cock enter me, slowly stretched my pussy more than anyone ever had before. I orgasmed just from his head entering me. "God you are so tight, Slut. So tight and wet! You feel so wonderful on my cock. It's going to feel so wonderful inside of you when you are pregnant. I don't think I could stop fucking you now that I know how good you feel." 

Daddy sank himself further into me, and it felt like I was being split in two. I had never been so full. I cringed a bit in pain, but Daddy began stroking my clit with his thumb and soon it did not hurt anymore. He was in about halfway when he pulled out. I moaned, missing the fullness of him. Another orgasm was building quickly, and just as I came again, Daddy shoved himself completely inside of me. 

"Ahh!" I cried feeling both pleasure and pain.

"There, there, Slut," he said holding himself inside me. "We've got to give your tiny little pussy time to get used to my big fat cock." He bent down and kissed my neck, the feel of his soft lips making me tremble. My whole body was electrified. Every part of me seemed to be wired to my pussy, and wherever Daddy's roaming hands touched gave me a sexual thrill—my thighs, my ribs, my stomach, my breasts. 

Before I knew it I was moaning in pleasure and Daddy was pounding in and out of my pussy. He wrapped my legs around him and pushed in further. I cried out as he hit my cervix repeatedly, but I loved the feeling of his balls slapping my ass. 

"I think that you can't get enough of this, Slut," he whispered in my ear. "You're pussy is so wet and you are so willing for my cock. Your nipples are so hard and raw, just like they'll be when you've got my babies in you, only they will be bigger. I can't wait till they are full of milk, because when they are I fully intend to suck on them." 

He was right about me. I didn't know if I had been drugged or if I was dreaming, but this was the best fuck I'd ever had. Suddenly Daddy pulled got off of me and pulled me up with him. He traded places with me and set up against the headboard of the bed. He grabbed me, put his hands on my hips, and forced me down on his cock. With his hands on my hips he forced me to ride his cock, and I was loving every minute of it. I was bouncing up and down on my father's cock! This had to be the best dream ever!! He grabbed my breasts and pinched and twisted the nipples as he pounded into me. I supported myself on his shoulders as he plunged deeper and deeper into me. All of a sudden he thrust in one last time. He was so deep I cried out in shock, still a bit surprised that I felt pain in a dream. He held himself there, and I was so close to coming that it was not even funny. 

"Oh yeah, Slut, the head of my cock is pushed up against your cervix. Right now part of me is touching where our children will grow inside you. Do you want me to finish the job and blow my load into your fertile pussy?"

"Yes!" I gasped. "I need to cum so bad Daddy, please fuck me." Daddy leaned forward and finally kissed me for the first time as a lover, he captured my bottom lip in his teeth. He squeezed my nipples even harder and thrust further in me.

"Do you want me to cum inside you, Slut? Do you want me to coat your womb with my seed?" he was taunting me and I knew it, but I could not have stopped what I was feeling if the world suddenly ended.

"Yes! Oh, yes, I want it. I want your baby in me. I want to be pregnant for you. I want to be your pregnant slut forever; I want you to breed me right here and now! Ohh, please, Daddy, please put a baby in me so that my breasts will fill up with milk just for you. Please, I need it now! Breed me you bastard!!" I was getting desperate.

With that Daddy's hands left my nipples, which had turned red. His left arm went to my hip while he slid his right hand to my clit again and began to rub it in earnest. I could feel my pussy contracting, and my body trembling in readiness of my orgasm. 

"You're close now, aren't you? Your womb wants my baby just as much as you do, and your pussy is about to make it happen. Start milking my cock, Slut, oh, I'm so close. Cum for me and pull my seed from me. Take the final step to becoming my pregnant cum dumpster." 

When he said that he sent me over the edge flying off into the abyss. My hips bucked and my pussy walls constricted around Daddy's magnificent tool. Daddy's right hand was still rubbing my clit, making me cum harder and faster. Daddy's penis seemed to get even bigger inside me; I could feel him widening my cervix even further. He became very stiff underneath me, and I felt his cock gush and discharge deep inside my fiery depths. The force and the torrent of his warm cum gave me yet another orgasm, causing the sperm to go further into my womb. 

His orgasm continued to spurt into me for a long time, I was so full that it looked like I was 3 months pregnant, but it was all cum from Daddy's glorious cock! His cock was plugging my cervix to keep all of his cum inside my womb. I collapsed on top of him and we stayed like that for I don't know how long, both panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, with Daddy occasionally stroking my clit, which of course gave me another orgasm. Thank God this was a dream, I thought, because I would be so disappointed in real life. I would be disappointed because I had been on birth control since I was 16, this would never happen when I was awake, and after this dream I realized I really did want to have Daddy's baby.

After a while, Daddy eased us down the bed so that we could lie down. A wave of exhaustion came over me and I fell asleep in his arms, but not before I heard him whisper something that would have had me jumping up if I were not so worn out.

"I am so glad you talk in your sleep, or I would have missed this completely. I think I am going to keep you from now on, and you will be my little sex slave. I will see you when you wake up, Slut."

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Hey everyone. This was my first post so let me know what you think. If enough people like it I may do a sequel... I am not sure yet if it really is a dream, or if she is going to wake up and find that it really happened... The story came to me as a dream (I know it is not real for me seeing as how my dad passed away) but I had fun writing it too. I don't care if you vote, but please comment. Tell me what you prefer "Real or Dream" the one with the higher preference will be the answer in the next story. 

TTFN LL!! 



Dreaming of Doing It



I woke up with a start, lying on my side and hugging my pillow. It was just a dream. I looked at the bedside clock. It said 2:55. I had been asleep for several hours, and it was several more before the alarm went off.

It was just a dream, but what a dream. I guess I needed some sexual attention more than I realized.

In my dream, I was asleep in my bed. I was on my back and completely nude. I usually slept nude, so that part seemed realistic. I try to sleep on my side, but sometimes I wake on my back so that was realistic too.

The unusual part was that a nude woman was lying on the bed to my left, stroking my cock with her fingertips. My wife and I had played in the middle of the night before, but this was different. There were differences that I could not quite explain, but my intuition told me this was someone other than my wife. Who was this?

In the dark, I could only make out general shapes. The shape seemed similar to my wife, but the behavior did not. When the woman could feel that I had a strong erection, she moved to straddle me. Her arms were on either side of my head and her legs were on either side of my feet. She was not touching me anywhere. Was she trying to minimize any touching that might wake me?

Even in the dark, I could see her generous ta tas that hung towards me. Her interlabial space was open and ready to receive me. She lowered herself onto me so that the tip of my cock touched her entrance about the same time other parts of her body started to touch me. She slid on. She was wet and ready to receive me.

She started to slide up and down on me. At about the fourth stroke, I woke up. Wow! I would have liked that dream to go on a while longer.

I wondered who she could be.

My wife and I had such busy schedules that we were usually exhausted and preferred to play in the morning just before getting up. Lately we had not even been doing that. When she had a little free time, I did not. When I was free, she was not. It was rough for both of us.

Lately she had been quoting Ambrose Bierce, "Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage." Perhaps she was concerned that marriage would make us complacent about our relationship. I hoped that was not true, but I also knew my emotional and sexual needs were not being met.

I did not know what she did to find sexual satisfaction in my absence, but I tried to find some by looking for erotica on the Internet. Provocative and explicit photos were usually exciting and easy to find. Sometimes I read and commented on blogs with erotic themes. Sometimes I found exciting stories and exchanged e-mails with the author. It could be extremely stimulating, but there was seldom a good release. No wonder I had an erotic dream.

I looked at the clock. It said 3:03. I was having trouble going back to sleep, just as I had the previous night. I wanted to sleep now so that I could feel rested at work. The question that kept me awake was, "What would it take for me to get what I needed?" While thinking about this, my mind also wondered to other things before coming back to the main questions. It was hard to focus so early in the morning. Sleep seemed elusive and there were only so many things to see in a dark room.

Then I noticed my wife was sleeping on her side facing away from me. She usually slept on her back. Opportunity was knocking. I decided to answer.

I moved closer and started to spoon with her. She was wearing a nightshirt, which was unusual but sometimes happened when she was exhausted at bedtime. My left hand and arm went under her pillow. My right arm went under the bottom of her shirt, around her abdomen and finally to the hand warmer I was seeking. I had an erection, and I felt it resting against her panties. Panties were unusual nightwear also, and I realized she must have been very tired when she got into bed. Perhaps nothing sexual would happen. We could easily sleep together in that position. I was open to some middle of the night sex play, but just cuddling would also be a good way to spend the night.

We lay in that position for a while, and then she rolled onto her back. I stayed next to her, but moved my hand to her side. My arm was now just under my point of interest.

She rolled back on to her left side; her back was towards me once more. I moved closer, touched my chest to her back through her nightshirt, and put my arm around her again with my hand back on her left point of interest.

Her breathing changed just enough for me to realize she was starting to get aroused.

I decided to make a commitment. Once made, going back to sleep was not an option. I leaned forward and started to lick the edge of her ear. Her breathing changed again. Bingo. I just put kerosene on the flame of her desire.

She rolled to her right a little, and it was just enough for me to move my left arm. I wrapped both arms around her from behind, placed my left hand under her nightshirt and on her right boob while my right hand remained on her left boob.

It brought us very close, and let me use my fingers to play with her nipples. She reacted to this attention by rocking back and forth. Initially the rocking seemed to be a half-hearted attempt to get away or maybe to stay close while pushing aside my sexual attention. My grip on her was too tight for her to move very far. Soon her rocking slowed and she relaxed and allowed my fingers to stimulate her arousal. Her breathing was becoming deeper and faster, as if she were exercising.

Without letting go, I used my arms to raise the bottom of her nightshirt. When it got near her neck, she grabbed the bottom and pulled it over her head. All that remained between us now was her panties.

With her excitement level up to the point of no return, I moved my right hand down to the top edge of her panties and slid my fingers under the material. Her hips started to move, as if she were trying to position herself so that my fingers would be where she wanted them to be.

I wanted to be there also, so it was easy to guess where to go. I found her love cleft and the button at the top. This was generally familiar territory, but she surprised me. She had shaved. There was nothing but smooth skin in the area inside her panties. Generally, she trimmed, and my personal preference was for a fuller bush, but shaved was an interesting treat and I was looking forward to exploring with more than my fingers.

Despite being slightly restricted by her panties, I was able to move my fingertip gently back and forth on and around her clit, her inner and outer lips, and her entrance. At her entrance, I pushed in and felt her moisture. She was almost ready for something else I wanted to put there.

She broke contact and I disengaged so that she could move. By this point, she would not go far. I started to talk, but she put a finger on my lips and quietly said, "Shhhhhh!"

She pulled off her panties and moved her head down to my crotch. Her lips began to kiss, lick, and suck my cock. She started gently, and spread the moisture from her mouth over my crown and shaft.

Sometimes I had trouble focusing on her when she did this, but this time I was able to run my fingers through her hair and let my fingertips touch her scalp. My fingers wandered down her body, caressed her back, her hips, her butt cheeks, and the sensitive place between her legs.

My index finger slid into her and I pushed in and out in time and to the same tempo she used with her mouth on me. Then she started to move, leaving her mouth attached to me, but putting her torso on top of mine. Her knees straddled my head giving me an extremely pleasant close-up view of that night's playground.

We were in a classic sixty-nine position. She was doing her part, and doing it quite well. I wanted to do my part, and she had made it possible. My arms went around her to hold her in place and I brought her honey pot closer to my lips.

Then my lips and tongue touched her special place. The tip of my tongue moved slowly along the edge of her outer lips, and my lips kissed and sucked her inner lips. The angle made it easier for me to play with her entrance, which I did. I also moved down so that her lips and clit would receive equal attention. I enjoyed the taste, smell, and feel of her flower and used my arms and hands to hold her in place just a little past the time she was ready to move to another position.

All good things must end, and it was easier to stop eating her while being eaten, knowing something even better was next on the menu.

I released my arms and she turned around. Her breasts were at mouth level, and I took the opportunity to kiss and suck them. I could feel her start to move as if she wanted to slide on and ride me, but I held her in place while playing with one nipple and then the other. With suction from my lips and mouth, I held her nipple in my mouth while my tongue drew circles around those delicious raspberries. Very gently, I let her feel my teeth. I was tempted to leave a mark, but decided to refrain and made sure there was not enough pressure to leave marks.

After this enjoyable course, I released my lip lock and allowed her to move. Unlike my previous dream, I could not see her labia. It did not matter. I could feel her. She slid down and when her head reached mine, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her entrance found the tip of my cock. She paused with my crown just outside for a few seconds. Then she slid onto me with one slow smooth motion. Her natural lubrication provided just the right amount of wetness.

She began to rock up and down, while I spread my legs and raised my knees so that I could penetrate deeper. Sometimes I pulled her close, so that her breasts rubbed against my chest, and sometimes she raised herself on her arms. Each change in elevation created a slightly different angle of penetration, and we both enjoyed the subtle variation.

I noticed that the rocking had become more like bouncing, and saw that she had raised herself to a squatting position. This allowed for quick long full strokes. It felt great, but I also knew that it used a lot of energy and she would tire quickly. I wanted to suggest a different position.

I patted an empty spot on bed next to me, inviting her to go there. She did. Then I moved one leg between hers and tried to place my erection at her entrance. This was one of our favorite positions, but it seemed as if she did not know what I was trying to do. With a little fumbling, we finally got in the right position. With one or two gentle thrusts, I was inside.

Technically this was a rear-entry position, but it allowed her to lie on her back and gave us both fantastic freedom of movement. I began to get lost in the pleasure, and her breathing told me that it was extremely stimulating for her too. After a while, we both began to slow and finally came to a stop. We lay in each other's arms, with me fully inserted in her.

There was a high probability that I was not going to come. For some guys, that would be devastating. Not for me! I enjoyed the things we had done sexually, and I enjoyed the closeness of cuddling. My orgasm was a pleasant, but optional, part of this session.

I pulled out and we moved to a spooning position to cuddle. I was still erect, and she placed me between her legs. I thrust back and forth gently while her hand pushed me against her love box. Then I was inside her again, deep inside. I thrust inside her for a little while, holding her close to me by cradling a breast in my hand.

After a few minutes, I stopped thrusting and relaxed. In less than a minute, her breathing told me that she had fallen asleep. I relaxed with her in my arms and let myself soak deep inside her. A part of me thought Deep Soaker might be a good user name for an adult website. Then I fell asleep.

In what seemed like seconds, the alarm clock rang and woke me up. I was cuddling my pillow, and the rest of the bed was empty. My wife must have needed to be at work early and she had left without waking me. I appreciated the thoughtfulness, but also missed the chance to kiss her just before she left.

I smiled as I remembered my erotic dream and the middle of the night romp it inspired. The glow lasted while I shaved and showered. I was about to get dressed when I heard a key in the lock, and the "Beep, beep" of our alarm system as someone came through the door.

I hear my wife call, "Honey, are you still here?"

She walked into the bathroom, saw me naked and said, "Wow! You look great. We didn't finish the proposal until thirty minutes ago, but it's now on its way to New York. I'm off the rest of today and all day tomorrow to make up for working all night. Did you get my message?"

While she took off her shoes and started to get undressed, I stood there stunned and wondered if this was a joke. "No, I didn't get your message. I just went to bed at eleven and figured you would join me when you got home."

While taking off her earrings she said, "Did you miss me? Did you notice I wasn't in bed this morning?"

I replied, "Of course I missed you. I thought maybe you had gone into work early."

Removing the last of her clothes, she got into bed and said, "Never mind. Come join me. Can you call in sick today or take vacation?"

Watching her get into bed, I noticed her neatly trimmed bush. She had not shaved.

Feeling very confused, I said, "No. I have a meeting with some out of town guests this afternoon and it is going to take several hours to get ready."

With a sigh she said, "We seem to have trouble getting on the same schedule. Since you aren't dressed yet, do you have time to get into bed and cuddle? It will help me wind down and relax."

"Of course," I responded as I got into bed and spooned behind her. My left arm went under her pillow, and my right arm went around her. My right hand found my favorite handhold.

As I started to feel her relax in my arms, she sleepily suggested, "Maybe you can come home early tonight and bring some dessert with you. I miss you and I'd like to share dessert in bed tonight."

That was our code word for a special type of sex. Things were looking up.

While she fell asleep, I thought about my middle of the night romp. It was so real. It could not have been a dream, but the evidence was undeniable that it was not actual sex with my wife. If it was not a dream, and not my wife, then who had been in bed with me?



Dreaming of Him



Steve, again I dreamt of you last night. 

You came to me and held me naked in your strong arms. You leaned your head against my neck and softly blew delicate kisses against my skin. I shivered as your velvet tongue flicked across my fevered flesh. Your hands moved slowly up my torso, caressing my stomach, moving upwards to cup my breasts. You flicked your fingers across the tips of my nipples and watched them harden against you're touch searing each one with desire. Then you turned me around so that your glorious erection was nestled within the cleft of my ass. You pressed yourself against me, imprinting me with the hard evidence of your want / need. 

Laughing, you shove me forward onto the bed. I turned over and couldn't breathe when I saw the hot desire in your eyes. I knew you were going to make me beg and plead, and I couldn't wait for the torment. My skin tingled as I imagined you lodged within me, moving, rubbing, thrusting deep within me.

You leaned over and grasped my wrists above my head, securing them with the restraints attached to the bed. Oh god, I was totally at your mercy. I couldn't leave even if I had wanted to. Smiling your wicked grin, you trailed your fingers over my quivering body, stopping at each sensitive place to squeeze, pinch, caress, lick and kiss. 

Finally, your fingers found my shaved mound, eagerly parting the slick lips. I cried out as you thrust a finger inside of me. As the torment began to build, you inserted another finger and slowly stretching my clit until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel. You leaned up and drew my nipples, one after the other, into your hot mouth. You suckled hard at my breasts, and I nearly swooned. You pressed your fingers upwards and I jumped over the edge. I convulsed around your fingers as you slipped one more finger into my wet channel.

The torture lasted for what seemed like hours as you laid siege to my body, storming the shaking citadel. I begged. I whimpered. I pleaded with all my heart for you to finally come to me, to embed your length with my body. As I felt you glide up my body, I sagged with relief thinking you would finally take me like I want'.

"But you had something else in mind."

You flipped me over onto my stomach, the wrist restraints easily following your demanding movements. I closed my eyes and groaned in agony, knowing exactly what you were going to do to me. You lifted me up slightly and slid two pillows beneath my stomach, lifting my ass to your heated gaze, parting my thighs and giving you access to my deepest secrets.

I shivered as you ran your hands up my thighs, over my back, up my neck. I cried out as you grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. "Tell me you belong to me," you growled in my ear, biting hard on my earlobe.

"I swear, I belong to you," I moaned into the sheets. "I will do whatever you want." I could feel your iron erection against my pussy, then sliding tantalizingly between my ass cheeks. I wanted you inside me more than ever. But I knew you wouldn't take me just yet.

Satisfied with my vow, you moved back down my body. I felt your fingers slide back inside me, and I couldn't stop the fire within me. Your fingers slid out of my silkened secret and slowly traveled up to my shaking cheeks. Using both hands, you parted my ass cheeks and gently touched me, licking me, sucking me, and then delicately fingering my most sensitive area. 

Suddenly, again your tongue replaced your fingers. Licking avidly, rimming me to the extreme, you slipped your fingers into my pussy again, moving in and out, stretching me to my limit. I screamed at you to stop, to take me, to use me in anyway you desired. You laughed, and the vibration against my ass once again set me off. 

As I shook and tremor'ed with my orgasms, you moved to your knees behind me and grabbed my hips. Wetting your shaft with my juices, you thrust yourself into my tight pussy, slamming yourself into me all the way to the hilt. I started to whimper and moan again as you pulled out of me and pushed back in. You rammed me over and over, shoving me into the mattress. Just as I thought the world would once again explode, you suddenly withdrew.

I felt you again part my ass cheeks and then felt your slick member rubbing against me, reading me for your intrusion. All of a sudden, I felt the amazing pressure and sensation as you forged into my tightest channel. The stretching was too intense, the burning too incredible. I pressed my face into the sheets and yelled with all my might. I heard you laugh behind me as you started to move within my ass. Everything disappeared till the only thing I was aware of was you ravishing me from behind, withdrawing and forcing yourself back in.

I felt you tense as your thrusts became more frenzied, harder and faster. I was on the edge, just about to jump, when I felt you explode within me. The feel of your hot seed filling me pushed me over the cliff and I screamed again as I soared to the clouds, crying with the sheer joy and pleasure enveloping us.

You collapsed along my sweat-silkened body, chest-heaving, heart-pounding. I smiled into the darkness as I realized that, in the end, you too lost control. As you pulled out of me, I gasped at the amazing sensation. Unconsciously, I clenched around you and heard you swear. You had to pause before withdrawing all the way, and then you collapsed against the extra pillows. Almost absentmindedly, you reached over and released me from the restraints.

My body singing with pleasure, I sighed and turned onto my side. I trailed my hand over your chest, smiling as your muscles moved beneath my questing fingers. I have all these wickedly delicious thoughts about what I want to do with you now. Your mouth just begs me to kiss it, but what I really want is my hands on your naked body. I start at your calves and rub every muscle very slowly until I feel you melt. I love rubbing the backs of your thighs. And you know I can't keep my hands off your ass. I make sure to rub it hard so I don't miss a single muscle. Then I stroke either side of your spine the way you love so much. I rub your arms too, kneading your hands for awhile. I love to feel their strength and power. Your neck gets a lot of attention too. God I love touching you Steve.

Your body is so relaxed. I go back down your body with the lightest touch, but the way you sigh lets me know you feel me touching you. Sometimes I use my fingertips, and sometimes I use my fingernails. I brush across the skin from your hands to your shoulders. My hands meet in the middle of your back and trace lazy circles across your spine. The circles go lower and lower until my fingernails are dragging across your ass. One finger slides between your ass cheeks slowly until your hips thrust off the bed begging for more. Then my finger is gone. My hands move to lightly graze the backs of your thighs and calves. God I love the muscles in your legs.

I stop touching you altogether and stand up. You turn to see why I'm not touching you anymore and realize I'm getting undressed. You roll on your side to see me better, and I can't help but look at your cock. It's so hard, and I can see a small drop at the tip. I take off my shirt and your eyes fall to the tops of my breasts above my bra. I slide my jeans to the floor and stand before you. I pause, and decide to take off all my clothes. If you're naked, I want to be naked too. I quickly remove my bra and panties and let you look at me. I can see your eyes roaming up and down my body. But even more I can feel your eyes on my body. Your cock twitches as I let you look at me. My nipples harden as you stare at me. I hear you say "Vixen," and I start to blush. 

I need to touch you again. I roll you on your stomach and place my palms on your thighs. I rub my hands all the way up and slowly down your back until I reach your ass. This time, I don't move away. I trail one finger underneath each cheek where your thighs end. I hear your breathing start to change, and I can't help but smile. My finger slides down to your inner thigh where I graze your balls. Your sharp intake of breath makes me shiver. I love turning you on like this. I kneel between your legs, forcing you to spread them wider. "Simply Gorgeous." Now my whole hand can caress your balls because I love the way they feel. My left hand is rubbing your spine up and down. My right hand trails a path from your balls to the top of your ass. You're beginning to squirm on the bed, and I like it. I slowly slide a finger down your ass crack, pausing to feel how tight you are, and then move on. This teasing is driving you crazy. I begin massaging your ass with my hand and one finger slides between your cheeks. I can feel your tight hole, and I shiver. But I go slow, building your anticipation. My finger circles around your hole as you push your ass toward me. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is fast. You need me...I can feel it. I lean in and lick you're ass. I remain and suckle your puckered sweet opening.

I stop rubbing your back with my left hand and put my middle finger in my mouth. My tongue swirls around it as I look at you. You look fantastic sprawled naked on our bed. I slide my finger out of my mouth and slide the tip of my finger just barely inside you and then stop. I love the way you push your ass against my finger. It just shows how much you want this. So I push again and feel my finger slide in a little further before I stop again. I can hear you whimpering, so I ask if you're okay. 

You moan my name and push your ass just a little more against my finger, hoping to take it further inside. I begin rubbing your ass with my hand as my finger begins slowly - very slowly pushing into you. It's a steady rhythm and your hips match it. Suddenly you push against my finger and it slides inside you. The moan that escapes your lips is half ecstasy and half wanting. That was all I needed to hear. I roll you over to your side, keeping my finger inside you. I don't move my finger as I grab your cock with my other hand. My palm grazes the wet tip of your gorgeous cock. I take the cum that's leaked out and spread it across the rest of your cock. You're moaning loudly now, and it just makes me hotter. I begin jacking you off slowly, never moving my finger in your ass. Your body is shaking and I can tell you can't take much more. I can't help but, love pushing you to the edge and watching you. 

I take my hand off your cock and you look at me. Your chest is heaving with each breath and your hips are still moving even though I'm not jacking you off. I reach between my legs as your eyes follow my hand. I'm so hot for you that my hand comes away soaking wet. Looking into your eyes, I place my hand back on your cock. I begin jacking you off again while your cock is covered with my silky wetness. Your eyes close again, and you can't stop moaning. My hand slides easily around your cock as my finger in your ass begins to fuck you in the same rhythm. You grab my arm, and your fingers dig into me. I love it. I want to make you cum so hard.

I take you deep into my mouth, licking away our earlier essences. Your fingers clenched in my hair as you press yourself deeper into my mouth, further into my throat.

"Jesus," you whisper as I continue my ministrations. I smile against your beautiful erection.

"What's wrong?" I ask you. 

Your body begins to shake. "Ohhhh God, I'm going to cum." 

I whisper one word to you, "Yes." yes yes yes ....

My mouth / hands are stroking you, fucking you, and making you cum & hard. I stroke you until I feel your entire body collapse, even though you're already lying down.

I slide my finger out of you as I caress my breasts, smearing your cum across me. Your hands reach up and help. My breathing is ragged. I love the way you touch me. Your fingers roll my nipple between them, and I can't help but moan. Your gather a drop of cum on your finger to rub it across my nipple, but I grab you. I pull your hand toward my mouth and draw your finger inside my mouth. I've want to taste you & can't wait any longer.



Dreaming Of His Big Brow Eyes



I am in lust with my cyber-sex partner. I have had him for the past three years. We go through periods of time where we have playtime often and then periods where we cannot play at all. I have known him for over 20 years; we went to the same high school. Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine, so that I could go back in time an make him mine in reality. Knowing what I know now about where my life has taken me, it might not be a bad thing. I know; I know I should not complain. A girl could have it much, much worse than I do. However, in my mind if we were a couple it would only be better than it is. There is a movie by the title "Reality Bites" and every time I think of it, I cannot help but think that it is the most truthful title of any movie. I think that might be why we have fantasies. This is mine.

My fantasy settles around a normal, everyday man. No movie stars, no celebrities for me. I want a hardworking man. I want a man with a real job. I want an alternate reality in my fantasy I do not want an unattainable pretty boy that would never bother with a woman like me. I want the man next door.

My fantasy man is in my opinion sexy as hell. I really do not care what the next woman thinks of him. He is mine and she can go find her own version of sexy. He is of average height and weight. He is of above average in other areas and that is just fine with me. He has the best eyes. I get lost in his eyes, both when I am looking at photos of his face, and when we face to face on the web cam. I think his lips look so kissable. I want to kiss them. I wish I could kiss them.

You wonder how much of a turn on he is for me. Well he has a rather popular first name so every time I hear it I feel my nipples harden. His last name is one that there is a road near me by the same name and driving by it makes my panties damp. I see his icon on my instant messenger and I cream my panties. Just knowing that he is out there, knowing I want him, knowing he wants me makes me feel hot. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel like a woman wants a man to make her feel. The way a relationship feels when it is new, fresh, and hot. The way a relationship feels before it gets to that comfortable, room mate feeling.

Since I cannot have the shared role-play fantasy with him on a regular basis, I have to take matters into my own hands. He is my fantasy while I masturbate. If I could tell him how much he turns me on right now this is what I would tell him. He likes me to masturbate for him. We tell each other what we would do to each other, and what we want the other to do to us. He knows where I like to be touched, and how I like it. Unlike my husband, he remembers those places. 

"I am lying in my bed and I have my favorite toy, you know the one, the one that we nicknamed after you since it is the size of your erect dimensions. I am picturing you in my mind as I put it in between my lips and suck on it, as I visualize that I am sucking on your magnificent cock. I playfully lick it on the underside of the shaft just as I would if I could wrap my lips around you. I playfully slide it in and out of my mouth as giving head turns me on so much. I suck on the balls of the toy, wishing that I could feel your real erect member instead of this hard fake one. I begin to bob my head on the toy, pretending that it is really you. I am wishing you were somehow here. 

I put the toy aside for a few minutes and I concentrate on my hard nipples, pulling them and twisting them as if it were you handling them. I spend long minutes on them, as I know you would. I want you to suck on them for me. I can make my own nipples reach my mouth as I have large enough breasts and I suckle my own nipples, with my eyes closed, and I visualize that it is really you suckling them so hungrily. Can you see me suckling my own nipples? I know how much you love that when I do that on camera for you.

I spread my thighs and I run my fingers over my bald shaven mound feeling the wetness that is already there. I think back to the first time I revealed my bald pussy to you. I know how much that its smooth look turned you on. You did not expect to see a mom shaved clean. I slide one finger between my lower lips, I locate my clit, and I begin to rub it. I am already wet. I get my finger moist with my wetness and I lightly rub my clit in an up and down motion. In my head, this is you gently tonguing my clit. I wish I could somehow simulate your teeth gently scraping it as you go down on me. I slide a finger from my other hand into my pussy as you would while you go down on me. I thrust it in and out several time and then I slide it down to my pucker. I know how into anal you are. I am still an anal virgin. I am hoping to give that to you one day. I rim myself with my wet finger and I pretend that it is you, rubbing me. I slide my finger into my rosebud and I can feel it gripping and clenching my finger. I am so wet now. I need to get myself very wet to be able to handle fitting that toy into myself. It is very thick, just like you are. I place two fingers into my sodden hole and slide them in and out stretching myself for the penetration to come. 

I am now wet enough to take on the toy. I slide it over my clit and use it to flick my clit a few times, to tease myself. In my mind, I can hear your voice whispering to me how much I turn you on, how much you want me. I whisper aloud how much I want you; I need you as the head of my toy named after you slowly begin to penetrate me. It's thick bulbous head slide past my g-spot and I squirt hard, spraying my girl cum all over my bed, thankful that I had a towel beneath me. I get it all the way in and I imagine that we kiss.

I ride my toy, and in my mind, it is you. My clit rubs against the towel beneath me each time I come down on the toy and it penetrates me so deep, so good. I want you to penetrate me this fully. I say your name as I grind on the toy. Your name is on my lips and my mind as I keep riding this toy as if it was my own cowboy. 

I need you so bad by this point I am thrusting your replacement in and out hard, as I pretend that we have such a great need for each other that we cannot have slow and tender sex, just hard take me now fucking. I come, I come, and I say your name aloud. I say, "Fuck me, fuck me" and then I moan your name as I come to an orgasm for the fourth time.

I flip over to have you enter me doggie style. I continue to thrust the toy in and out of my pussy as I feel myself build toward another orgasm. I slide a finger into my ass, as I know you would and I come again, for the last time.

I slump to the bed exhausted, with wet thighs and a large toy still inside of me. I catch my breath, and slowly slide your replacement out. I lick my come off it, and then I want to kiss your lips, so I do in my mind, and get up to properly wash it and put it away. Then I curl up in bed to sleep and dream of you."

I would then wait his response.



Dreaming Fantasy



The characters and events in this story are works of fiction and do not bear any deliberate resemblance to any people or occurrences.

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I took off my clothes and panties and bra, and got into bed, picking up the book on the bedside table and opening it at the bookmarked page.

I'd had a long day at work, and finally felt relaxed. I'd poured myself a hot chocolate, and was eagerly sipping at that as I fell into the world in the book, picturing myself as the heroin, and a tall, strong man with black neck-long hair as the protagonist.

I pictured him stood atop a rock, in a black frock coat with golden trim, a black waistcoat underneath, dark crimson pants, knee-high black leather riding boots, a rapier sword hanging sheathed from his belt and crowned with a black fedora hat.

As I read on, I kept imagining the hero as he swung in to save me from the baddies, who had me tied up in a train, knocking a couple overboard, fist fighting with one of the others.

I gasped as he got knocked down, and kicked in the ribs. He suddenly rolled over to one side and got up, drawing his sword, managing to drive his aggressor back far into a corner.

All of a sudden, I felt a hand push my head to one side, my long brown hair flung over across my face, and the tip of a knife being touched to my neck. Was it all over?

The chapter concluded, and I flicked over to the next page, tossed my bookmark in and snapped it shut. I'd have to wait 'til tomorrow to find out.

I put the book down on my bedside table, slid further into the covers, tugged them up to cover my shoulders, and flicked the light off.

I descended into sleep after a while, and I felt my body fall apart from relaxation.

An image soon loomed into view. I couldn't see him all that well, but I recognised the boots, the coat, the hat and the sword immediately. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed towards him, arms outstretched.

As I got closer, and I glimpsed his face, I realised he was familiar to me. When his face emerged from the darkness, my eyes widened as I stared at Mark's face.

Mark is a co-worker of mine, and although we never talk, he has caught my eye a few times, our gazes meeting and an exchange of smiles. I've even caught him looking over at me from his desk more than once, as well. We'd never spoken, just admired each other from afar.

I didn't know if he had a girlfriend or not, but I sure as hell wanted to know.

As we met each other in my dream, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a hug, and I found myself returning it, squeezing him tightly into me, pressing my breasts against his chest, feeling them being squashed by him.

The image shifted, and we were in my bedroom. Mark and I were both completely naked, a huge cock stood firmly at attention before me, all 9 inches rigid and visibly pulsing, crying out for attention.

I knelt down before him, and grasped the base of his monster with a hand, steadying it so that I could guide it into my waiting mouth.

I wrapped my lips around the head, and swirled my tongue around the head, pushing it under the foreskin, tasting Mark as he moaned above me.

I felt his cock twitch as I continued to lick between his foreskin and his cockhead, tasting the precum oozing from the tip.

I slowly took more of him into my mouth, and felt the head touch the back of my throat. I started to bob my head up and down his cock, and worked the rest of his shaft with my hand in time with my head motion.

I heard Mark moan louder and felt him start to thrust against me as I got faster and faster, more precum oozing into my mouth.

I was starting to get really turned on by Mark's noises, and my free hand shot down and started to massage my aching clit. Aaaaaah, that felt good!

I pulled Mark's cock out of my mouth enough so just the head was inside it, and started to jerk his cock as fast as possible with my hand, willing for him to cum in my mouth.

Mark didn't disappoint, and after only a few seconds, let loose his cum inside my mouth, a huge load splashing against the back of my throat, the roof of my mouth, my tongue, my cheeks, filling my mouth up and tasting so good!

When Mark had finished unloading, I swallowed his cum and got up on the bed, splayed my legs, and Mark came forwards and lined his cock up with my waiting pussy.

I felt his cockhead press lightly against me, teasing me, a jolting sensation tingling through my body in anticipation.

Then he pushed forwards, his penis parting the walls of my vagina and gliding into my womanhood with ease as I felt him fill me up. God! He felt so good inside me!

Then he stopped, and seemed to savour the moment. I looked down, and saw that he hadn't got his whole cock inside me yet! There was still at least another 3 inches to go!

He started to push again, and I saw his cock get swallowed by my sobbing cunt, and I fell backwards and moaned at the feeling of him pressing further and further into me.

Fuck! How much more was there to go?! He just kept pushing and pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me! I thought he would never stop! I felt my pussy stretch and squeeze around his throbbing member as it tried to get back to its original shape.

Then I felt his hips come into contact with me, and his balls gently slap me, and I knew he was there. Fuck! It felt like I was being prised apart by a red hot iron! I was starting to pant as my arousal increased even more.

He then leant down and grasped my right breast, and pushed to towards me, offering me my nipple. I took it in my mouth and started to suck on it obediently. My hand came up and took over from his, pushing my breast towards me, keeping my nipple in my mouth as I flicked the tip with my tongue and suckled on it.

I then felt Mark's lips wrap around my other nipple, and the suction he managed was incredible! I felt like my nipple was going to be torn right off!

I moaned at the feeling of both my nipples getting sucked at the same time, a wave of pleasure coursing through me with each pulse of suction.

Mark sped up his suckling and his rhythm lost time with mine, the pulsing from my left breast amplified massively over my right!

I felt myself getting lost in the moment, and took a sharp inhale when Mark, who was still sucking on my tit like a man possessed, started to move his hips, pulling his cock out of my tender pussy and pushing back in, fucking me with his throbbing nine-incher, my pussy stretching and contorting with every thrust.

Holy shit! I dropped my nipple out of my mouth and moaned loudly, the pleasure starting to well up inside me, getting too great for me to control.

Mark took my other breast and pushed them together so he could suck on both my nipples at the same time, causing me to spasm as the pleasure I was experiencing was magnified tenfold!

I was about to cum! I could feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm rapidly approaching! Almost there! Almost!

Mark pulled out of me, dropping my tits from his mouth, and straddled my chest, his cock right in my face, and pulled my hand to his cock. I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it and jerk it off as hard and as fast as I could!

Mark moaned loudly, and I knew he was about to cum! I sped up my actions and began to lick the head. That proved to be too much for him.

A jet of cum lashed out of his cock and landed on my face, a huge thick sticky trail across from my right cheek to above my left eye. A second spurt landed on the bridge of my nose, leaking down either side and into my eyes. 

The third one landed on my lips, and as I went to lick it and taste him again, I found myself alone on my bed, the covers pushed aside, and a huge stain between my legs where my pussy had been leaking.

In the midst of my panting, I reached up and ran a hand over my face. Bone dry. But it had felt so real. I had felt the cum land on my face. I tasted it when he came in my mouth.

My pussy was painfully aching for attention. I switched the light on, and reached under the bed and removed a solid black plastic box. I opened the lid, and took out a long black vibrator, flicked it on to its highest setting, and plunged it into my pussy, wanting to cum as hard and fast as I could.

I worked the vibrator in and out of my pussy with my hand, the pleasure sending spasms through my body, my hips bucking with each thrust as I got closer and closer to cumming.

I was losing control, and screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped through my body! I sat bolt upright as I spasmed and my pussy clamped around the vibrator, my thighs tightening and tensing as the pleasure surged through me.

My entire body was shaking from the orgasm, and it took a while for it to subside, my pussy numb from the physical and mental stimulation.

I fell backwards and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, I felt the pleasure in me rising again, and realised I'd left the vibrator in my soaking cunt. I sat up and started to work it in and out of my pussy again, another orgasm welling up inside me.

I moaned loudly as I felt the pressure build and build once more, and just as I felt my orgasm hit, I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy.

I climaxed, and climaxed hard. A huge gush of fluid leapt from me and landed on the floor past the end of the bed. I tried to scream, but my voice didn't seem to work. My mouth opened, but no noise came out. My eyes rolled back into my head and my body tensed and relaxed and spasmed and shook like I'd just had hundreds of electric shocks one after the other!

I fell backwards onto the bed, still shaking violently as my orgasm trailed off. Everything fell quiet, the only noise being from the vibrator, humming beside me on the bed, fallen from my lifeless hand.

I looked at it, and tried to silence it, but my body seemed to have shut down completely, my hand refusing to move. My eyelids grew heavy and fell shut, sending me back into the world of my sleep.



Dreaming of Me



You know, to this day I still don't know why I did what I did.

Okay, I know exactly why I did it. I was overcome with passion. I felt it so strongly that it couldn't be resisted. And when it's right there in front of you tied in a little bow, you won't walk away. You just won't. And introduce heavy amounts of alcohol into your system. Yeah. No way you'd refuse it then. Especially then.

Right now I'm sitting in my cell writing to pass the time. Hell, I've been writing. About a number of things. About historical events. About scientific concepts. Many things I've learned about in the year I've been here. Anything but her.

But tonight I think I'll go ahead and write about what I've been avoiding. That night that changed everything.

Well I can't really fault that one night. It was a while before. A long build up to that point. Let me explain.

I had a friend, Daniel. He was awesome. He would've done anything for me, and I for him. but in the end I fucked it all up for his sister. His sister Sara. My friendship gone for an eighteen year old girl, a girl seven years my junior. But goddamn, she was something.

I still remember nights we'd hang out at his house drinking. Watching movies. Playing games with friends. And Sara would come out, only in a long t-shirt and shorts, and no other guy batted an eye but me. Why I've no clue.

God she was so sexy. She had such a great body. But more of what she had was her face; she was beautiful. Deep brown eyes, I mean intense. You couldn't look her in the eye for very long even when you wanted to. Nice kissable lips, and soft, gorgeous hair. Just perfect.

Anyway, it was one particular night of hanging out. Drinking. Playing games. She came out in that outfit she slept in. I decided right then and there that I was going to have her. I had to. I couldn't take masturbating thinking about her one more time. I had to fuck her.

Of course, it didn't happen that night. But I started being closer to her. Talking to her more. I recall a night when Daniel was passed out on his bed and she and I talked all night on hers. This was when I realized that she wouldn't let me in those tight little shorts. Too conservative. But that doesn't mean that we can't try certain things...

The next night that I stayed there I had a plan. I'd drink just enough to keep up with Daniel until he'd pass out. He couldn't really handle his alcohol though he'd brag that he could, which was perfect for what I had in mind. With him out, I'd wait for Sara to fall asleep herself. And this is where my brilliant plan starts. I wait for her to fall into a deep sleep during which i sneak into her room and touch her, pleasure her, at least something to her until she hints that she's about to wake up, and I split.

It's not as stupid as it sounds, really. So long as you're careful and know that your target sleeps deeply, you're set. Or so I thought.

So we're drinking away, and I can tell that he's about gone. He's babbling on about conspiracy theories and rattling off terrible jokes. The only problem is that Sara isn't home. Sure, It's not too late but it still disorients me.

10:00. No Sara. Daniel is lying in bed, not quite asleep yet but very close.

10:30. Daniel is out. Unfortunately, so is Sara.

11:30. I hear the door open. Two female voices whisper and the door shuts, then footsteps. I see a figure sneak down the hall into Sara's bedroom and I grin an enormous smile knowing that it's finally here. Finally I can do something about this terrible desire.

I hear rustling and other such movement for about ten minutes until silence fills the tiny apartment. Oh, I forgot to mention that after their father died they used the money he left to them to get this place, while she got a job to help Daniel with the bills. This, however coldly, was a factor in me deciding to do what i was set to do tonight.

It's about an hour later when I am able to brave the hallway and sneak into her bedroom. The door is almost closed and i gently push it open. I rise to my full height to see her sprawled on her back on her bed, not even blanketed. Immediately I know what she was doing; She and her cheerleader friends were out drinking, or something. Because she's still got that cheerleader skirt on. And no top. Just in her bra and skirt and panties.

And I swear to god my cock's about to explode.

So I sneak to the edge of her bed and look over her body: her legs are slightly spread; underneath the blue skirt i can see white panties. Looking up that flat stomach I can see her bra, which must be tight fitting because I know her breasts are bigger than that. I am filled with even more excitement when I see that the bra has a clasp in the front between her tits. And that slow way that her chest heaves as she breathes is not helping any.

I am now beside her, kneeling on the floor next to her midsection as she dozes away on her bed. The first thing I do, and I know; really really stupid, but I can't help myself; I kiss her lips. She still has that lipstick on and that light eyeshadow on and I just couldn't help it. It was a light kiss though, and nothing near enough to wake her. Now my breath comes out in segments and it's a wonder I don't start hyperventilating.

Her right arm is over her stomach. Being across from me, it presents my first challenge. My first obstacle to tackle before giving her an orgasm.

Ever so gently I take her wrist and lift her forearm. Slowly I move it to her side, and it all seems to go well until I place it on her side when -

She stirs.

And I'm set to bolt. My head is screaming at me to take off. But my blood is boiling. My crotch is screaming about as loud as my head is, and for some reason I stay. And she resumes her sleep. And I can't even breathe a sigh of relief for fear of waking her.

So I calm myself, which seriously takes a good five minutes, before I resume. Once I'm cool, I lay my hand on her stomach. I rub the soft, warm skin and it drives me nuts. I rub it a little faster until I remember her state and slow myself, gradually slowing before I come to a complete stop. And I look at that skirt. That fucking skirt. God, I think that dismissed a good percentage of my carefulness right there. Gently I rubbed her thighs over the skirt's fabric and moved my hands over her pubus. I rubbed it and it felt so good that I don't think I'd have stopped even if she'd have woken up. Still though, she didn't. And once I stopped that, I ran a hand down the skirt between her legs to rub her crotch, still over the skirt. I didn't feel any warmth(yet) and I eventually worked my way to her bare inner thighs.

This is all being done, mind you, in a very careful way. I mean just what I've gone over, from me entering the room to now, it's been an hour. And I am in a complete reverie. She makes no noise, no movement, no complaints. And I keep on going, loving every second.

So I'm touching her inner thighs for a while when I decide that the skirt's got to go. Very very carefully I take the skirt's ends into a thumb and forefinger on either side of her thighs and I pull down, very very slowly. Believe it or not, they come off with no complaint. None whatsoever. To tell you the truth, looking back on it, I can't believe that worked myself.

I've pulled the skirt down to her knees when she stirs again. Now I pause; still I know that I have to bolt when she wakes up, but now a new problem has risen: what will she say about her skirt? will she assume it rode down? Probably. Who'll she suspect? If I get back to bed in time, why would she think me to have done that? And while I think about this, she drifts back into her peaceful slumber.

So I look up and I see her crotch; her beautiful pussy just barely covered by her small little white panties. I feel them over her pubus and they're cotton. My fingers run down and I feel her lips, and god I almost shot off in my pants at the sensation. They felt so hot, even through her panties, and I involuntarily licked my lips as I rubbed at them. So I slowly guide my hand up her stomach to her chest where I run my fingers in little circles over her left breast. Almost immediately I know where the nipple is and I go for it. Clandestinely, of course.

I rub over the covered nipple and I feel it stiffen. I cannot suppress a slight noise from my mouth and I stop, looking desperately at her face. She can't wake up now. No way. I'm in too far. There is no way I am stopping now, and if she wakes up I have no idea what I'll do. But she does not wake up, in fact doesn't even make a noise or movement to respond and slowly I resume my activity, staring at it lustfully as it forms underneath the bra. I can see the shape but not it itself and I decide that I'm going for losing the bra as well.

I stop what I'm doing and I gently undo the clasp between her breasts; the cups fall to the sides and her breasts rise as gracefully as bread, her nipples bright pink and standing up, nearly as stiff as I am. I bend down and kiss her right nipple and suck on it gently, gently, so gently that I barely can feel it responding and still, nothing.

Pulling myself together, I move my head away from her chest. That was nice. Really nice. But not worth this experience ending. Besides, there are other areas to explore.

My hand finds its way down Sara's stomach to her panties and I rub softly over the lips. I groove my fingers gently into their outline and move slowly, very slowly, up and down between them. I keep this up for a good half minute before I start to feel something. At first I can't tell what it is but it doesn't take me long to realize that her panties are getting damp. I'm getting her wet. Again, for a single moment I lose it and start to press my fingers into her. Almost immediately I stop but before I do I hear a moan. Such a sexy moan. I let out a loud sigh before looking to her face to see if she was awake like I should be doing. But now my passion is slowly overtaking my caution. Less and less the possibility of her waking up occurs to me and even less important are the consequences. Right now she's just a body; a gorgeous plaything for me to touch. And my fingers keep on in her panties.

Now I'm looking at her face and see her breathing heavily. She's panting and amazingly she's still asleep. I can see beads of sweat slowly slipping down her dormant visage. Still though, her arms and legs are motionless. But I'm not sure for how much longer.

What I'd give for some fucking sleeping pills. These are the things that you don't think of when you concoct ideas like this. The little details, scenarios, and helpers that just never seem to occur to you, but when you're in it, you curse yourself for not thinking of it.

Sara's panties are really wet now; her legs are starting to rise up and her arms stretch back. She's still asleep but I don't know for how much longer. To tell you the truth though I don't care. I think I'm going to ride this until it's gone. Maybe she's wanted me. Maybe she'll want to finish. She might be in such a state when she wakes up that she needs to fuck, plain and simple. And I'll be here, only happy to oblige.

This was the bullshit going on in my head. In my alcohol fueled, lust driven head. This wasn't just wishful thinking. This was probability.

I watch her breasts heave up and down more violently as I probe more into her crotch through her wet panties. She starts moving about more now, arching her back, digging her fingers into her pillow, stretching and bending her long legs erratically. Her skirt's fallen to her ankles by now, and her legs are spread wide open. Now I have the courage to just slip my hand over her panties and move them up underneath. And when I do, I feel how wet she is.

Sopping.

I mean it drips off of my fingers, I've got her so hot. The fluid flows slowly across her skin down to the mattress, and she's loving it without even knowing it. I wonder what's going on in her dream.

Everything is gone from my mind now, other than her body and what I'm doing to it. Her nipples are standing straight up. Sweat glistens all over her. Sara's face has a contorted look of pleasure on it, except her eyes aren't clenched, they're sleeping. And I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

I run my fingers over her pussy, and I have to do something to it. It's so wet. It's exuding an incredible amount of heat. And the lips are so soft.

So I do it. I stuff two fingers up inside her. And it feels amazing. And she moans out loudly.

And I'm ready.

I start fingering her viciously as I start jacking myself off.

And I look at her face.

And her eyes open.

To be continued...