0 comments/ 175193 views/ 19 favorites Afternoon Nap By: katiekums Author’s Note: Sexual Assault is an absolutely heinous and inexcusable crime, and while I do not endorse it, I do acknowledge that many women, myself included, have “rape fantasies” which are indeed separate and very different from actually being assaulted. This is one such fantasy. A fantasy about relinquishing control and responsibility for sexual desires. Please enjoy. ***** I got home from work around 3:30 as usual, my dog greeting me at the door for a hello and a pet and then quickly running off down the driveway to explore the neighborhood. This was our routine. I left the front door open for his return. My secluded home at the end of a long, private driveway was my haven, a place to relax after a long day of hard work. Quiet, and surrounded by lush vegetation was my home, with huge windows and what could almost be a view of the ocean. I made my way upstairs and discarded my work clothes on the floor of my room. I threw on some jammies, a pair of light cotton drawstring trousers and a clingy tank-top, and was already fantasizing about my afternoon nap. I had been so tired at work all day and hadn‘t gotten much sleep the night before. With my balcony door open and the fan turned on, the breeze gently flowed into my bedroom. I lay down in bed and put on my eye-shade, a little mask I had bought to keep the light out of my eyes while I slept. I sighed at the soft comfort of my bed and stretched out my tired limbs, my arms resting just above my head on the pillow. The sound of the fan lulled me off to that netherworld just between sleep and the waking world. I was so very relaxed and felt so peaceful as I drifted off to sleep. I was roused slightly from my sleep as I felt something moving across my body. My eyes opened and I saw only darkness, somewhat incoherently remembering that I was wearing my eye shade. “Just the dog“, I thought, as I began to roll over. I felt resistance as I attempted to roll over and get more comfortable. Startled, I tried to move my arms again but they seemed to be tethered in some way to the headboard of my bed. Now fully alert I felt a surge of panic as I tried again to move my arms, feeling the restraints that bound my wrists together above my head. My thoughts racing and my adrenaline pumping, I thrashed my head about the pillow as if to look for someone in the room, whom of course I could not see with my eyes shade-come blindfold in place. I saw nothing of course, my sight cloaked in darkness, and I heard nothing, other than the sound of my own respiration, heightened by my quickening pulse. I froze, terrified and confused, attempting to deny the reality that I was actually awake and inexplicably bound to my own bed. Nothing. I had no sense of real time as I lay prone on the bed, bound and blindfolded. In all likelihood I had lain on the bed for several minutes, each second seemed a veritable eternity in my sensory deprived state. Finally something-my body jerked in reaction to the feeling of weight on the edge of the bed, as if someone were sitting down near my feet. “Shhh…” a soft , barely audible voice whispered. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the paralysis of uncontrollable fear within me. “Don’t be afraid”, the voice continued, rising in volume slightly, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you”. It was a man’s voice, deep, but soft spoken. Despite his instructions, I certainly was afraid and I certainly wasn’t going to be quiet. As I began to inhale ready to let out what would be an absolutely primal, blood curdling scream I felt a hand cover my mouth. I thrashed my head against his hand as he held it steadfastly over my mouth. After struggling for a few moments I silenced my muffled cries and lay still on the bed. The stranger’s hand still firmly over my mouth. “Shhh….Quiet. Don’t scream.” “If you promise not to yell, I’ll remove my hand.” “Well?” he insisted as I lay still on the bed. I nodded my head in assent and felt the pressure of his hand covering my mouth dissipate as he trailed his hand down my neck and chest to rest atop my left breast and my rapidly beating heart. I breathed deeply, relieved that his hand was gone from my mouth, but dismayed at where it had ended up. “Good that’s better, atta’ girl.” “You act so shocked, but you shouldn’t be. After all, you’ve seen the way I look at you” he stated as he began to rub his thumb over by breast focusing on my nipple. My face must contorted into a grimace with disgust at his movements and his familiarity with me. “Who…Who are you?” I asked, my voice bleating. I racked my brain attempting to come up with a possible perpetrator. Who had I come into contact with who could be doing this to me? Faces blurred and recollections faded as I vainly tried to figure out the identity of my attacker. “What….What do… you want from me?” I demanded, albeit rather meekly. “What do I want from you? Well, that’s a good question, and one that will be answered for you soon enough”. He was so cocky. I focused my disgust and feeling of helplessness on the darkness in front of my eyes, having no visible recipient on which to project. “First, I prefer a woman to be in the nude” he stated as he moved his hands to the waist of my pajama bottoms and began working at the drawstring. I could feel the delicate strings of fabric brush my stomach as he slowly untied them. My senses heightened as I felt the material of the waistband loosen around me. His fingers glancing against the soft skin of my sides as he began to pull at my pants, caused my skin to erupt in goose bumps. He was trying to pull my pants off but I was of not being of any assistance. “Now I don’t want to have to get rough, well not unnecessarily rough anyway. At least not yet. So move your ass” he instructed. “Go on, lift your hips up towards me” he continued. “I’ve seen you thrust that little pussy of yours in the air before. Do it. Do it for me now” With my legs quivering I acquiesced and lifted my hips up from the bed allowing him to pull my pants down past my knees with no resistance. “Ungh“, he groaned “Well, look at that, you even shaved for me, did you?” he observed, looking at my recently shaved crotch. “You were expecting me?” he teased. I registered a small grunt of disgust. The idea of a man, a perfect stranger, coming into my home and making comments about what my pussy looked like revolted me. His words not registering immediately, my mind a blur, I thought about him watching me. What had he said? That he’d seen me before? That he’d seen me naked? How? Before I knew what was happening, he roughly spread my legs apart at the knees, the cool breeze hitting my exposed pussy, naked from the waist down, as I was. I felt the roughness of the stubble on his face up against my inner thigh. I felt the heat of his breath as he traveled upwards towards the intersection of my legs. My clit jumped at the sensation of the roughness and heat against my sensitive skin. I was not enjoying this. How could I be? This was disgusting., completely aberrant, wasn’t it? I pleaded with myself to make this clear. The heat that I felt growing in between my legs was not that of excitement. How could it be? As I felt his tongue lathe across my pussy, from the bottom near my entrance up to the top of my clit in one long stroke, his wide, thick tongue covering me in wetness, I realized that I was getting wet myself. Caught off guard by the onslaught of his tongue I couldn’t help but render a small moan of surprise, which I tried, to no avail, to catch in my throat before it’s escape. His head lifting from my pussy, “What’s that? Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked tauntingly. “Well, good, I knew you would” and with that he sucked my clit into his mouth, suctioning his lips firmly around me as he created a vacuum of pressure with his mouth around my engorged nub, flicking his tongue back and forth over my now very distended and erect clitoris. I moved my hips about the bed, trying to ease myself away from the contact of his mouth on my pussy. This only furthered his enjoyment it seemed as he let out a series of grunts and moans and dove further into my pussy, letting his tongue slip inside of my hole, stabbing at me repeatedly. “No…please…stop….NO….don’t….stop…..PLEASE” I moaned in reaction to his tongue lapping at my wet pussy, creating sensations of warmth and excitement over the folds of my delicate skin “What? Don’t stop!? I knew you wanted it, you slut” his voice now taking on a sardonic tone. “Tell me slut. Tell me how much you want me to lick your pussy. You do realize that your pussy is sopping wet for me, you whore” he hissed, in between darting his tongue over my moist cunt lips. “Ahhh….AH… NO…NO” I pleaded, while moaning and gyrating my hips against his face unwillingly. I felt the tip of a finger pressing against the opening of my hot cunt, probing the hole, moving the wetness around, and shuddered. I was torturously conflicted, my mind awash with admonitions of guilt and shame, while my body rose to meet the hungry mouth of my attacker, responding to his touch. Could it be that I was enjoying this? I was unsure how that could be possible. But here I was, bound and blindfolded, while my pussy received the most delicious tonguing from a man that I did not know, had not consented to, and could not even see. He slipped his finger inside of me, my inner walls seizing up around his digit. He grunted with what must have been satisfaction as my mouth opened wide and I let out a deep, guttural moan. “UNGH….OH….GOD…” I groaned, thrashing my cunt towards his mouth, his finger working in and out of my slick pussy. I felt another finger enter me and grunted at the sensation of fullness it caused in my tight cunt, stretching me open, wider for him. He placed a third finger inside of me now, penetrating me more deeply, pumping his hand at the wet mouth of my pussy, “I’ve seen what you do….how you play with your little pussy.” he grunted, his breathing labored. “You thought no one was watching,…but you were mistaken”, he continued. “You should really draw your blinds you know, at night, when people can see right into your room”. He pummeled me with his fingers, my pussy making wet sucking noises at his assault. My hips thrusting towards him, unwilling to deny the wanton lust he created in me, as he fingered me frantically while eating my pussy. And with that he withdrew his fingers and removed his head from my crotch, depriving me of the sensations I had only just begun to enjoy. His weight shifted off of the bed and a moment later I heard the sound of paper crumpling. “Yes, here it is. Right where you put it last night.” he said as he rummaged through something noisily near my bed. “I know you wouldn’t have it any other way, I’ve seen you before” he said, as the rustling continued. I must have had a puzzled expression on my face, after all, the whole situation was puzzling to me. “Your little baggy?” he asked as if a question, “The rubbers? The lube?” How considerate, I thought sarcastically, and not without a hint of revulsion, my rapist, practicing safe-sex with me. I heard the sound of a zipper being undone, my heart palpitating in response, and a moment later I felt the weight of my attacker on the bed, once again prying my legs open with his rough hands. My legs trembled, my fear returning, in the absence of his mouth licking at my pussy causing me to retreat into my own numbing pleasure. I was now acutely aware that this man could do whatever he pleased, and that I had no control over the situation. “Relax” he seemed to intuit my fear and apprehension. “I know how much you like a big cock stuffed in your little pussy. You’re in for a real treat ,slut”, he continued, hardly allaying my fears. I felt a cool substance ooze over my pussy lips as his hand went down to massage it in. I remembered the bottle of lube that I had near my bed in the small paper bag, as he generously applied it, rubbing it over my opened slit, paying special attention to my clit. I couldn’t help but feel aroused as I felt the pressure of what was his cock pressing against the opening of slick, well lubed pussy. He held his cock in place, just letting me feel the bulbous head against my opening. My chest heaved, and noticing this he pulled roughly at my tank top which had clung snugly to my body, tearing it open, exposing my soft, full breasts. He lowered his head and took my nipple roughly in his mouth, biting down, not too hard, but enough to elicit a surprised squeal from my mouth. He kneaded my other breast roughly in his palm while suckling and pinching my nipple between his teeth. This sent shockwaves through my body which resonated in my clit. As he roughly manipulated my sensitive breasts I ground my pelvis against him, wanting to feel more of his hard cock. “Tell me slut. Tell me to fuck you”, he ordered. “I want to hear you say it. Say it NOW. Tell me to fuck you hard” he said, in between mouthfuls of my tits. “I…I…can’t” I stuttered. “You’re a little whore…and you NEED to be fucked….so tell me, tell me to fuck your pussy…tell me you want my thick cock in your pussy” he beckoned, as I gnashed my teeth, my quivering pussy urging me on to say whatever he wanted “Fuck me…fuck my pussy” I said quietly, barely audible against his rapid breathing. “LOUDER, SLUT! Tell me to fuck you like the slut you know you are” he shouted forcefully “FUCK ME! Please FUCK me….I‘m such a slut…FUCK ME NOW“ I said breathlessly “Oh, I‘m gonna fuck you alright, I’m gonna fuck you HARD“ he said as his cock slipped deep into my waiting pussy. “JESUS….God….Oh GOD…You’re fucking me…You’re FUCKING ME!” I yelped into him, his movements quickly picking up speed, his hard dick withdrawing from my sopping cunt and forcing its way back inside of me again. His cock was huge. I had never felt so full before. His thick shaft pumped into me, stretching the entrance of my tight pussy. “It’s so…it’s SO FUCKING BIG” I moaned over his loud grunts as he pumped his huge cock into me. “Sluts like you need big cocks, don’t they?” he spoke as he moved his tongue to my ear and began bathing me with it. He then grabbed at my ankles and pulled my legs up towards his chest, placing them upon his shoulders and holding them there. His cock became like a piston, pumping into my pussy for all it was worth, making me cry out at the urgency and intensity of the pleasure. His girth was enormous, but my pussy was so wet with the lube he had applied and my own ample juices that he slid in and out effortlessly, leaving me free to enjoy the stiffness of his big cock in my wet pussy as he fucked me mercilessly. “FUCK ME…FUCK ME HARDER!”, I screamed as he pounded my cunt, no longer surprised at the sound of own voice. My ankles still securely rested upon his shoulders as he fucked my cunt, rubbing my clit savagely with his fingers. “OH GOD….OH MY GOD…..I’m such a dirty slut for your cock…OH….UNGH…AH …FUCK ME…Fuck ME!” I wailed as he pushed his cock ever deeper inside of me, penetrating me to the core, my pussy gushing with every stroke. “Come for me slut. I gonna fuck you ‘till you come” he swore. “UMMM…Yeah…HARDER…FUCK MY CUNT….FUCK ME…Make me COME!” I shouted, my voice halting with his dick pounding me. He fucked me impossibly hard, ravaging my body, as he delivered his hard cock to my smoldering pussy, rubbing my clit in a rhythm and with a harshness that was unbearably wicked. I felt the beginnings of the spasm building as my moans grew in volume to what must have been a deafening scream. The walls of my cunt began to seize up upon his cock, buried balls deep inside me, before he withdrew almost completely and drove his cock viciously into my pussy once again. “FUCK..OH FUCK…GOD…I’M COMING” I shouted at him, thrusting my pussy towards his pumping cock, his fingers busy abusing my clit. “OH..OH….YES, YES…FUCK…” my hips bucked against him serving to further offer him my convulsing pussy, as I came, my orgasm flooding my body, my wetness flooding his cock. He thrust into me with abandon, his cock searing the walls of my pussy as I trembled beneath him, riding out the after shocks of my climax. He pulled out of me and surely ripped the condom of his prick as I felt the huge head of his penis pushing against my mouth. I opened my mouth wide for him as he jerked his spurting cock into my mouth, pouring his come into me. I sucked at him greedily, wanting to taste every last bit of him as he shot stream after stream of hot come into mouth and onto my face, splashing his come on my tits as I felt his hand stroking his hard cock. He fell onto the bed beside me, both of us groaning with pleasure, spent, as the force of our orgasms took their toll. His breath was heavy, as was mine. After a few minutes, when his breathing had subsided, I felt him get up and move a way from the bed. Startled, I aimed my head as to where I thought he may be standing in the room. “I’ll be seeing you again, slut.” he said softly. “Count on it”, were his last words, as the brush of air hitting my shuddering, naked body announced his disappearance. Afternoon Nap She took the bag out of her bottom bureau drawer. Inside, still in the box, was the toy he'd given her, the one she so rarely had opportunity to use. Though it had been less than a week since her last use of it, prompted by his asking whether she used it at all. After taking the toy out of the box, she stripped from the waist down and lay on her bed. She wanted to take off her shirt and bra as well, for easier access to her tits while she fucked herself, but her room was too cold. She would warm up once she started. Picking up the toy, she let her mind wander to the day he'd first mentioned it. She hadn't known how to react when he'd said he wanted to buy her a sex toy. And then, a few days later, he told her he'd already bought it, that he'd been thinking about her so much he couldn't help getting it, even though he knew it would be a while before she would have it. And then the day he'd given it to her, the last time they'd been together... She turned on the toy, both the vibration and the twister, and teased her clit and pussy lips with it. She wanted it inside her... No, she wanted him inside her, but this substitute would have to suffice. Ordinarily she used lube with the toy; it was thick, and the one time she'd tried it dry, it had hurt. But tonight, after the conversation she'd had with him in the chat room and on instant messenger, she was so wet lube was unnecessary. She eased the large portion of the toy into her pussy, fucking it back and forth until it was in and the smaller head vibrated against her clit. It took only seconds before her first orgasm hit, and she cried out his name as her pussy clenched around the toy. As she continued to fuck herself, she closed her eyes and imagined that it was his hand holding the toy, as it had been the night he gave it to her. Imagined it was him pinching her nipples. She slipped deeper into the fantasy. His hands, moving over her body. His thick cock in her mouth, precum leaking from the head. She'd always loved the taste of him... What would it be like to taste him again, to feel his body against hers? It had been months since their last time together; circumstances had gotten in the way. No regrets now, though... not with her mind bringing him back to her, her imagination vivid enough that she could almost feel his fingers. Like the night they'd met, when he'd fingered her clit and pussy in the parking lot at the bar. He'd told her later that others had seen, and the thought had made her hot. Remembering it now had the same effect; that and the motion of the toy brought her to another screaming orgasm. "Fuck me!" she shouted as she came. "Oh, god... fuck me!" Her mind wandered further, to things they'd talked about but had never done. His tongue on her pussy... mmm, that would feel amazing. How many times would she have cum if he'd done that to her? Just the thought made her pussy contract as yet another orgasm went through her. In the bag that the toy had been in was her butt plug. Should she use it? That was something else she'd wanted, his cock in her ass, but they'd never managed it. She pictured it, his cock slowly working into her ass, stretching her to accept him. She came again, moaning, begging him to fuck her ass as if he was really there. And decided not to use the butt plug; its reality would pale in comparison to her fantasy. She rested after that orgasm, leaving the toy to move on its own inside her while she paused to catch her breath. She'd always cum easily with him; apparently just thinking of him had the same effect. She imagined him beside her, naked, holding her after a fuck. Imagined herself bending down and taking his cock in her mouth, cleaning her juices from it as he'd always asked her to do. With this image in her mind, she took hold of the toy and fucked herself to a final orgasm. "Oh, god!" she cried as the orgasm built. "Oh, my fucking god... fuck me! Fuck..." The orgasm hit, the hardest of the night, and she screamed his name. When she finally recovered, she cleaned the toy in the bathroom and replaced it in her bureau drawer, then went downstairs to her computer. Within seconds of her turning on her instant messenger, a message from him popped up. "Did you have a nice nap?" "Very nice." "Any interesting dreams?" She smiled. "I'll email you all about it." Afternoon Nap Ch. 2 Author's Note: Sexual assault is a heinous and inexcusable crime. While I don't endorse it, I do acknowledge that many women, myself included, have "rape" fantasies, which are indeed separate and very different from actually being assaulted. This is one such fantasy; a fantasy about relinquishing control and responsibility for sexual desires. Please Enjoy. ********* It had been nearly two weeks since my attacker had made his way inside my home and more specifically, inside of me. He had walked right through the open front door. There had been no forced entry, unless of course you considered his thick shaft deep inside of my pussy. I couldn't quit thinking about the events of that breezy, sunny afternoon, as he took me, blindfolded and bound as I had lain down for a nap in my own bedroom. I hadn't told anyone about what happened. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I didn't want to be a victim, and I was angry, but there was a part of me, a part I wanted to deny, that felt gratified on some level. I had taken to actually closing and locking the door as of late. I wasn't going to chance that happening to me again. I felt vulnerable as he had told me that he had been watching me and that he'd be back. I doubted he would come back though. It seemed like he'd be taking an awfully big risk to try that again. Getting ready for bed late on a Sunday night I felt anxious and a bit frightened all alone in my secluded home. My roommate was on a surf trip in Baja and despite my initial reservations I had agreed to let him take my dog with him. My dog did love the beach and after a few teasing requests were made, I agreed to let him go. I wished that I hadn't, as I flipped off the light switch, crawled into bed and pulled the warm covers up over me. My mind wandered again to the stranger as I lay quietly in bed. The words he had spoken to me, calling me a dirty slut, a whore; I shivered as I recalled what his voice had sounded like, his tone deep and powerful, assertive. I thought of what I had said back to him in response, "Fuck Me....Fuck My Pussy... I need your cock in me" and sighed, feeling embarrassed at what he had gotten me to do and say. I hadn't wanted that, right? Should I have resisted more? I felt confused. Especially confused about the growing wetness between my legs as I replayed the events of that afternoon in my head; The feeling of his hard cock pressing up against my mouth, spurting his come all over my face and chest, his rough and calloused hands parting my thighs, parting my lips. "Damn", I thought, as I wished I had a cock to play with right then. It was hot in my room. I threw the covers aside letting the slight breeze from my balcony door cool my hot skin. I tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable, thoughts of my rapist running through my head, unable to quiet my mind. "That's it" I thought as I got out of bed in the darkness, opened the closet door and reached into a box, a box reserved for private things, out of the view of any who might enter my room. I reclined onto the pillow and flicked the "on" switch. I felt and heard the familiar hum as the pink jelly cock sprung to life in my hands. I eased the tip of the buzzing cock over my lips outside of my thin cotton pajamas, teasing superficially. Shivers went up my spine as I felt the warm sensations moving throughout my pussy. The material of my cotton pants was so thin it was almost non-existent. I eased the vibrator up my stomach where it came to rest upon my breasts. My nipples, first one, then the other, protruded proudly from the constraints of my clingy tank top as the vibrations hummed them into erection. I moaned softy at the pleasure I was giving myself. I pulled my tank top down and pinched at my nipple, the other receiving the head of the buzzing cock enthusiastically. I reached for my waist and drew my pajamas down past my knees, past my ankles, exposing my wet cunt to the gentle breeze from the balcony door, slightly ajar. I slipped my top over my head and it fell silently to the floor. I played with my breasts, so round and full, my erect nipples begging for attention. I loved the way they felt in my own hands. I pinched and pulled at my hard nubs, delivering shockwaves of satisfaction that resonated in my clit. As I moved the rubber dick to my opening, swirling my wetness around on my lips, I imagined my attacker's cock, the large bulbous head pushing against me, his thick, meaty shaft running up and down my clit making me squirm. "Ahhh....", I moaned, as I began to push the cock inside of my cunt slowly. It wasn't as thick as his cock had been, his girth enormous. God, I wished I had a real cock inside of me. I pushed the jelly dick further inside of my pussy wanting to feel more of it penetrating me, as I twisted at my nipple, arching my back as I did. I was getting so wet as I thought about the way he had pumped his shaft into me so roughly; he had let me feel every inch of his length as he had fucked me so hard, delivering his cock into my throbbing pussy, balls deep, over and over again. I thrust the fake cock into my cunt with abandon now, working it in deep into the shuddering mouth of my pussy- my soft, wet lips gripping the shaft as I withdrew it only to plunge it back in deeper with each stroke. I thought of him fucking me, his hands gripping my hips roughly, grabbing underneath at my ass savagely as he pummeled me with his big dick, forcing me take him all of the way inside. Realizing that my fantasy was incomplete I reached for my eye-shade, wanting the darkness, the feeling of the band around my head, the smooth material covering my eyes, to take me back to the experience of him pumping me so furiously, ramming his cock into me. I must not have heard the balcony door open, nor his footsteps as he made his way across the room to my bed, distracted by my fantasy, by the workout I was giving my swollen pussy. "You started without me?", I heard, as I jumped, so startled by his presence in my room, reaching my hands up to pull away my eye shade, abandoning the rubber dick between my legs. His strong hands caught me by the wrists as I reached for my mask, quickly placing cold manacles around them. I flushed with panic as I heard the metallic clicking sound of the restraints he had fastened on my wrists, my arms above my head. "You like to play with your little pussy, don't you, slut?" he asked as he held my hands in place. "Well I like to watch", he added, as if an afterthought. I was panting, my breathing shallow, partially from the fear he inspired in me, partially from the fucking I had been giving myself which he had just interrupted. I must have turned scarlet as I felt the embarrassment of someone walking in on me, moaning and playing with my pussy. My embarrassment was quickly transforming into fear as he rubbed his calloused hands about my body, over my stomach, the tender skin of my upper thighs. I heard the gentle hum of the vibrator, still engaged, and a moment later felt it pressing against my moist cunt lips as he traced it up and down my slit. I groaned despite myself as my pussy quivered, the jelly dick taking on new life as it was administered at the hands of someone else. "You like it, slut?", he questioned, his hand moving the vibrator against my slick inner walls, pushing it further inside of me. "You like it when I fuck you with this?" "Answer me... Tell me to fuck you with this cock... Tell me to fuck your tight little pussy" he demanded. Knowing what was expected of me I conceded and told him to fuck me, to push the cock inside of me. God I wanted to play with my clit. It was almost impossible fro me to receive this kind of attention and not want to come. My hands, I realized were not tethered to anything, just bound together at the wrists. I moved my arms slowly, lowering them to my breasts. Not encountering any opposition, I moved my hands lower still to rest just above my lips. "Go ahead, slut. Go ahead and rub your cunt, you horny bitch" he instructed harshly, as I felt a rush of embarrassment despite the fact that rubbing my clit was exactly what I wanted to do. I moved my fingers towards my clit, the lips open and wet from the delicious torture my pussy was being given. I rolled my fingers across my clit, my hands bound and moving in tandem, until I found a comfortable rhythm and started rubbing my distended clit more rapidly. "Go ON. FUCK YOUR LITTLE CUNT... Rub that PUSSY, you SLUT", he bellowed at me as he began slamming the plastic dick into me with renewed fervor. "UNGH... OH GOD... OH GOD!" I repeated as I felt myself approaching orgasm, thrusting my cunt towards the dicking he was giving me, my fingers rubbing furiously at my tender clit. "COME! COME YOU FUCKING SLUT!" he shouted. "COMING... OH FUCK... OH GOD... OF FUCK... FUCK ME... FUCK ME HARD" I ground my pelvis against his hand still plunging the cock deep inside of me, rubbing my clit with a fury. I felt the walls of my pussy contract tightly as I started to come. I released the hot fluid of my pussy all over as I shuddered with waves of pleasure, my orgasm cresting. I moaned deeply as he slowed the pace of his pumping hand, my pussy throbbing from the hard fucking he had just given me. Leaving the vibrator lodged deep within my cunt still buzzing away, he moved up my body and unzipped right in front of my face. I felt the heat of his erection, his huge cock, so hard, pushing against my mouth, urging me to open wide and take him inside it's wet warmth. Whether I wanted to or not, I took his cock in my mouth. He pushed it in as he pinned my arms behind my head, gliding his cock in and out of my hot, wet mouth, trying to fit his massive shaft all of the way down my throat. I gagged as he thrust his cock too far into my mouth. He grabbed my hair, firmly, but not too hard, and began guiding his cock between my lips, holding my head in place. He moaned with pleasure as I suctioned my lips around the base of his shaft, letting him slide the smooth skin of his hard dick in and out of my mouth, my tongue darting over the head as he withdrew. "I'm gonna fuck you now, slut. I want your pussy" he told me as he withdrew his cock from my mouth, and then the vibrator from between my legs. As he lay down next to me on the bed he tugged at my hips and legs, rearranging me roughly. "Get on, slut. I want you to ride my cock" he instructed. He guided me on top of him, blindfolded and handcuffed as I was, and situated me atop his pelvis, straddling his huge erection. As he moved my hands above my head, placing them behind my neck, exposing my proud breasts, I felt the stiffness of his dick as I moved my hips causing him to rub against my clitoris, torturously arousing me. My pussy was sopping wet and aching for his cock, whether I wanted it or not. He positioned the head of his penis against my well lubed opening and thrust his hips upwards, driving his dick deep inside my hot, tight hole. I groaned as I gyrated my hips, impaled on his thick rod, thrusting my pussy towards him, rubbing my clit on the mound of flesh just above the base of his cock. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging in to the soft flesh as he working me back and forth on his prick, stretching the mouth of my pussy on his throbbing dick. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against my ass and thighs as I fucked him with increasing speed, my cunt wrapped so tightly around him, so full. He moved up a bit, almost sending me tumbling off balance, and took my tits in his hands. He kneaded them savagely, tantalizingly pinching and pulling at my pert, little nipples. "FUCK MY COCK, YOU HORNY LITTLE SLUT, FUCK ME!" he insisted as he sucked at my tits, his hands wrapped around my ass, spreading the cheeks apart, a finger rubbing against my puckered asshole. "NO" I pleaded, as he inserted his finger into my ass. "UNGH... NO...PLEASE... NO" I moaned, as he responded by pushing another finger against my tight opening. He thrust his cock deeply up into me as his fingers pushed and pulled, teasing my ass. As his fingers then withdrew they were replaced by the firm, round head of the vibrator, still humming. "NO... PLEASE NO....GOD...." I whimpered as I felt the pressure of the jelly cock pushing its way into my ass. "NO... NO!" "You need a lot of cock, you're such a dirty fucking slut, that's why I'm gonna fuck you up the ass while I fuck your pussy too, you whore" , he explained as I felt the searing pain of the inanimate dick invading my virgin ass. "OW... OW... FUCK... OUCH.." I shrieked, attempting to move away from the dick causing the shooting pain in my ass. He held me steadfastly with one hand as he pushed the cock further and deeper into my ass with the other Now holding the cock in my ass while he pumped me with is own, he began to rub at my clit. His touch sent shivers through my body, the pain transforming into the most astonishing feeling of fullness. I could feel his hard, meaty cock, deep inside of me, fucking away at my pussy, while his hand pushed the rubber dick against the walls of my tight anus. I felt so nasty, completely stuffed with cock, like a whore. And I liked it. "FUCK..ME" I growled at him, "FUCK MY CUNT!... FUCK MY ASS!" "I'm such a dirty fucking slut... I need to be fucked... Fuck me God damn it! FUCK ME!" I hissed at him, with two cocks driving away inside of me, pumping me for all they worth. "COME YOU SLUT..FUCKING COME YOU DIRTY WHORE!" He hollered at me, his breath labored as he was approaching release himself. I jerked spastically on top of the two dicks inside of me, feeling deep constrictions in my pussy and my ass, as my muscles seized up, eliciting low guttural moans from my mouth. I felt the most intense sensation, like I was starting to come and feeling some sort of incredible release at the same time. As my orgasm sent me into shuddering convulsions my pussy gushed forth a pool of hot slick liquid all over his cock, soaking his jeans. I wailed and moaned as he continued fucking me, penetrating both holes so deeply, riding the aftershocks of my shattering climax. His body tensed as he thrust his hips up burying his cock deep in my soaking pussy and released a torrent of cum, my pussy so slick as he shot his load deep inside of me. I pumped my pussy against his pulsing cock as he continued to unleash streams of his hot ejaculate deep inside of me. "AHHHGGG... he moaned, signaling the end of his release. His cock twitched as my muscles, still contracting around him, stimulated him further. He moved me off of his cock and withdrew the vibrator from my ass. We lay in silence next to each other on the bed, only the sounds of our labored breath filling the room. After several minutes I felt his weight shift as he began to move off of the bed. "No... wait....I mean....I mean... don't go... stay" I said reluctantly but with a slight sense of urgency. He sighed, his weight still heavy on the edge of the bed. He stayed that way for a moment as if considering what to do. He reclined back onto the pillows and gathered me in his arms, laying his head down atop my soft breasts. I moaned a sigh of fulfillment as we shared the warmth of our bodies and I began gently drifting off to sleep. Afternoon Nap Ch. 3 I had awoken - rested and fulfilled, to a glorious summer morning, the sun shining though my large balcony doors, the morning air still crisp and sweet - to an empty bed. He had left me sometime while I had slept deeply, exhausted from the intense fucking he had given me. He had removed the handcuffs from my wrists and I had not stirred, but left the blindfold in place. This made two times now that my attacker had confronted me, roused me from my sleep in my own bed, and taken me as he wished. Initially I had been fearful. I had been angry and disgusted. But these feelings were giving way to others now-curiosity, desire, and need. I found myself wondering when and if he would return. It seemed that I had no control over my body. He came to mind frequently and despite my best efforts, I became wet and aroused at the very thought of him. Who was this man? I didn’t even know what he looked like, much less him name. Why had he chosen to do this to me? Did I know him in some way? Had I ever spoken with him before? Seen him before? Questions plagued my mind over the week after his second attack. It was impossible for me to deny, as much as I’d have liked to, that I had enjoyed his second visit, and in retrospect, I seemed to enjoy the first as well. I didn’t understand what was going on in my psyche - my own body - as I replayed mental images of him restraining me, raping me, and of course coming back a second time for more. I was dismayed as I found myself once again leaving the front door unlocked, carelessly, secretly hoping for his return. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me again-his huge cock pumping into me, making the velvety walls of my pussy slick with excitement. I wanted to feel the rough stubble on his face against my skin as he mauled my breasts, suckling and pinching my nipples in his mouth, his hard and calloused working man’s hands spreading me apart. But this was just fantasy, right? What woman in her right mind wants to be raped? I was forgetting the terror he had inspired in me and only remembering the pleasurable sensations he had elicited. But who ever feels pleasure when they’re raped? This felt like something different to me. It was as if he were awakening desires within me which I never knew were present. I wanted so badly to talk to someone about what had happened, but how could I explain it? I felt ashamed that I had seemingly enjoyed it-that I had encouraged him, climaxed even. I couldn’t tell anyone about it as I didn’t think anyone would understand. After all, I didn’t even understand it. I was now fixated on my attacker-frustrating as there was little information to fixate upon. I tried to recreate his body visually from what my sense of touch had told me about him; his broad shoulders and strong arms, his trim waist, hips and legs, the hair on his head - shaved short to about one half inch, his rough five’ o clock shadow. My memories didn’t yield much other that a growing wetness between my legs. I thought about him constantly, becoming increasingly restless and distracted. I felt as though I were in a constant state of arousal, wondering when he would come back from me, if he would come back for me, while at the same time scared that he might do just that. I was so horny. I had reached a fever pitch level of excitement and needed to do something about it. I dialed Drew, my ex boyfriend, and invited him over enticingly. We were on good enough terms to hook up occasionally, all I had to do was say the word. Not that I usually wanted to, but tonight I needed to be fucked. I had told him that the door would be open for him and to just come in. He arrived quickly and calling out to me, made his was to my bedroom. His surprise was evident as he gazed upon my naked body, laying atop the sheets on the bed, with the lights on. I could see the erection rising in his pants as he stumbled over a greeting and tried to decide how to react. “What are you…are we…..we should...um…..we need to…need to talk….” he stuttered. “I don’t want to talk to you. I just want to fuck you” I told him, looking directly into his eyes as I trailed my fingers down from my breasts, down further across my stomach, and let them glide across the smooth outer lips of my pussy. As his jaw hung slack and he stood motionless, I crawled on hands and knees across the bed towards him, grabbing him by the belt, and pulling him to me. I undressed him with quick efficiency and had him lay sideways across the bed where I straddled him, in full view of the open curtains of my balcony door. I moved my hand to his cock, so hard and ready for me, and stoked him firmly, licking my lips at the thought of what I was about to do. I was very conscious of the fact that with the lights on and the curtains wide open I was fully on display for anyone who cared to watch…..secretly hoping that there was someone in particular who was watching. I moved my head down and took his engorged cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue all over his hardness. He grunted and thrust his hips up toward me, relishing the ecstasy of the attention I was giving his cock. He grabbed at my round firm breasts which hung down on his thighs as I sucked him, kneading and squeezing them, giving my hard, little nipples gentle pinches. I moaned around his cock, and pushed my mouth further down around his shaft. “NO! I don’t want to come yet!” he said as he pulled at my hair gently, raising my head from his crotch. He shuddered as I snaked my body up his and delivered a deep kiss on his mouth. Our tongues intertwined as he stroked the smooth flesh of my ass and I began to grind my pussy into him, my hips pushing against his, bringing us closer and closer together. “I want you to fuck me” I whispered in his ear as I began to tug at his sensitive earlobes with my teeth, eliciting moans of pleasure from his open mouth. “I want to be on top. I want you to watch me while I ride your cock, baby” I confided, as I nuzzled his neck before moving upwards and seating myself, my legs straddling him atop his hard dick. I took his dick in my hand and rubbed it against my clit, moaning loudly at the sensations it sent rippling through me. I was becoming so wet as I thought of my attacker outside, watching me fuck another man, or at least hoping he was watching me. “FUCK! I want you inside of me”, I exclaimed, as I positioned his cock near the slick entrance of my pussy. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard” I moaned, as I began to lower myself onto his throbbing, erect dick. “Yeah…OH YES…That’s SO GOOD…UNH..”, I growled, as I began thrusting my hips towards him, feeling his stiff cock rubbing deliciously against my inner walls, my clit swelling against his body. I arched my back as I moved my hands up to my tits, bouncing from the motion of my hips grinding against the thick shaft inside of me. My nipples stood out defiantly, the soft darkened skin around them tight and tantalizingly sensitive to my own touch. I cupped my full breasts in the palm of my hands as I looked down on the man who’s cock was lodged deep inside of my wet cunt. The look on his face was that of sheer joy. As I thumbed my nipples, then pinched them taught, pulling on my own breasts, extending them upwards, I felt his rigid prick throb deep within me. I let out a deep groan followed by a high pitched squeal. I was very much enjoying the show I was putting on for Drew, if not others who may or may not have been watching. I locked my ankles around his knees, still straddling his hard cock, laid my hands down on his chest, and started fucking him like there was no tomorrow. I thrust my pussy on his cock with a speed and aggression I hadn’t known possible. The bed was shaking as our bodies moved in tandem with the force of my powerful hips, the walls of my pussy gripping his cock tightly as if a vice. I leaned backwards supporting myself with the muscles of my firm thighs, allowing his thick member to hit just where I liked it and affording him a better view of his dick buried deep within me. I was insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of his cock. I never wanted to stop fucking, I thought, as I began to rub my clit with my fingers. I was soaking wet with fluid flowing from my pussy onto his cock and my fingers. I put my wet fingers up to his mouth and touched his soft lips. His tongue lathed the tip of my fingers and he began to gently suck them into his mouth, then with increasing pressure sucked my fingers clean. I returned my fingers to my pussy and rubbed vigorously at my little clit while his engorged rod pumped into me. “Do you like watching me play with my pussy?” I panted, as I increased the speed of my movements, thrashing about, impaled on his dick. He hastily nodded his approval. “I’m a slut, aren’t I? A dirty fucking slut?” I half asked him, half told him, rubbing my clit harder as I fucked him. “So tell me….Tell me what a fucking slut I am for you cock…Tell me” I implored, as his breathing became so rapid that his chest heaved violently. “Yes…FUCK ME….SLUT……You fuck me so good”, he grunted, as he pushed his cock up into me, his hips rising off of the bed. “You want me to come? Do you want your dirty, little slut to come on your cock?” I sneered, as I rode him to my own end. “YES! ….FUCK ME…. USE ME….. FUCK ME TILL YOU COME!” He shouted, as I rubbed my swollen clit with one hand and twisted at my hard nipple with the other. I started coming and let loose a barrage of moans and screams as I felt my pussy clench tightly around his hard dick. The spasms of my cunt set him off and his body tensed, ready to unleash his cum deep inside of me. I pulled away from him and took his thick, wet dick in my hand and aimed it towards my chest. I felt the first hot splash on my tits as I stoked him off, sending his body into convulsions as he unloaded his cum all over my breasts. “UNGHHHH….GOD…”, he groaned, as I urged the last bit of cum out from deep within his balls. Sweaty and breathless we lay in a crumpled heap together on the bed, but not before I glanced towards to open curtains of the balcony door. He chattered away sweetly and snuggled me in his arms. I wanted him to leave but didn’t have the heart to tell him so. I knew that with Drew there my attacker would not make an appearance. I fell asleep eventually, my body tangled up with Drew, my thoughts with someone else. The following evening I let my dog out and left the front door ajar for his return. Darkness fell and my dog had still not returned home, but I wasn’t worried about him. What I was worried about was whether I was going to get a good, thick cock that night. I was waiting, hyper-vigilant, for the return of the stranger. I decided to take a bath. Perhaps soaking in the soothing water would relax me and take my mind off of him? As I shed my clothes and prepared to step into the tub, I opened the bathroom door slightly instead of closing and locking it as I had in weeks past. I leaned back into the lukewarm bath and sighed heavily, my hips sore from the workout I had given Drew the night before. No sooner had I begun to relax that I began cursing the darkness, “Fucking rolling blackouts!”, I hissed, at the lights went off in the bathroom. I heard the slow, dying, hum of my appliances shutting down. “Fucking California”, I thought, as I resigned myself to enjoy my bath despite my inconvenience. Hey, at least the water was still running. As I reclined against the cool porcelain of the bath tub I closed my eyes and let my head sink underwater, wetting my hair and most of my face. The sound of the rushing water filling the tub flooded my ears, pushing me further into relaxation. I did not hear the shower curtain being pulled back nor see the dark figure looming above me, I only felt the jarring pain of a hand gripping my wet hair and pulling me up out of the water. I shrieked, utterly startled, and his hand covered my mouth. I was dripping water everywhere in the dark as he pulled me out of the tub roughly. “You FUCKING Dirty WHORE”, he yelled, “Who told you that you could FUCK anyone?”. His hand still covered my mouth, negating any response I might have offered. “You’re my slut now….MINE” he hissed at me, “You FUCK me, and ME ONLY, SLUT!”. I whimpered against his hand, afraid that I had caused him to become so angry. His voice was hoarse and he seemed genuinely upset as he continued his verbal assault on me, screaming at me that I was a whore and worthless slut. He pushed me up against the wall, my stomach and breasts heaving against the cool drywall, forcing my arms up above my head. Nylons? He was fastening my wrists roughly together and attempting to tether them to some object, a hook maybe, to keep them in place. He spread my legs apart and pulled at my slippery hips, bringing my ass jutting out towards him while my wrists were given no slack. “You like cock so much you fucking slut?….Well, I’m gonna fucking give it to you , whore” he spat, his voice taking on a harsh quality. With no warning, he rammed the head of his hard dick against my hole and forced his way, painfully, inside of my pussy. I moaned at the sharp pain and tried to pull away, but I had nowhere to go. I was up against a wall. He thrust against my ass sending his massive cock further and further inside of me, my hip bones pounding against the wall, his balls slapping against my stretched outer lips, my arms aching as they were pulled taught above my head. “Yeah you little bitch, act like you don’t like it”, he snarled, “Tell me No.” “But….no….I really don’t want…..no”, I whimpered beneath the pounding blows of his shaft. “You’ve bean a very, very, dirty, little girl, you know that, slut?” he tormented me, as his cock withdrew from my tight nether lips. The muscles in my arms relaxed as he pulled them down from where they had been pinned. He pushed me through the darkness, my wrists still bound together and made me step into the tub. “Lean back slut. Sit down on my cock now” he instructed. With a tug at my elbows he brought me down on my ass to his lap. He sat perched on the edge of the tub, feet inside, my legs over his. My cunt had become wet and I could feel myself dripping onto his thighs beneath me. He deftly sheathed his cock within the tight walls of my pussy and pulled firmly on my hips so that I bore down on his entire length. “Oh GOD….GOD…NO….IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD…NO..”, I writhed, impaled on his hard shaft, his girth enormous. “Yes…..You’ve been a very dirty little girl…..you’re such a dirty slut, you horny bitch”, the tone in which he spoke was that of pure, unadulterated lust, hissing at me, his hot breath on the back of my neck. He moved to the side and retrieved the hand held shower massager. He diverted the current into the object and I heard the powerful jet strike the water in the tub. “Yes, so dirty” he mused, as I felt the water splashing over my legs, tickling me, making me squirm. My thighs were spread wide, straddling his cock, as he aimed the forceful jet of water at my tender clit. I bucked my hips grinding my pussy further onto his cock. “Ohhhh…Mmmmm…..” I couldn’t help but shiver and moan at the thrilling sensation the warm water was giving my clit. “What are you doing to me?”, I gasped, “OHHH…..NO….NO…What are you doing to my pussy?” “I’m fucking you like the dirty slut you are, you horny little bitch”, he goaded, “You can’t seem to get enough fucking, can you slut?” “Well, I’m going to give you plenty” he answered his own question. “Oh….OHHH….FUCK…NO…” I moaned, as he pinched and tugged at my stiff nipples, his meaty shaft plunged deep within me, while controlling the powerful stream of water bouncing off of my clit torturously. “Are you gonna come, slut?, he barked at me, “You like being fucked? You like being raped, you whore?” “OH NO…..NO…DON’T…You’re gonna fuck me….FUCK ME ‘TILL I COME…NO…Oh God” my pussy gripped his cock and began to spasm. I pushed my ass back at him driving his dick deeper within my tight, wet hole, telling him, screaming “No” at him the whole way. He kept the steady stream of water directly aimed at my pulsing clit. “STOP! No! I can’t any more.”, I shrieked breathlessly. His only response was laughter, as he spread the quivering lips of my pussy apart with his rough fingers, aimed the gushing spout of water even closer to my clit. “Ungh...UNGH…AH…AH.AH…AH..”, I panted, as my second orgasm hit me, my pussy shuddering, my clit absolutely throbbing at the forceful pressure of the bathing stream of water. “You want more you dirty little slut?” he questioned, as he pushed me forward, my bound wrists catching me and supporting me against the shower wall. I was bent over, splayed on his cock, the shower massager hitting my slit at a maddening angle as I felt his finger pushing at my tight little asshole. “NO…NO…You have to stop fucking me…I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE”, I begged. I felt a slick liquid being squeezed on my ass. He dropped the shower massager as he working my ass with both hands, rubbing the silky lube in the cleft of my buttock, lightly fingering my hole. As he slowly withdrew his meaty shaft from the depths of my cunt, I cursed him. I moaned at his departure, then yelped as I felt the bulbous head of his dick pressing against my nether hole. “I know all about you slut, and I’ll bet you’re gonna love a huge cock in your ass.” he told me as he pulled my hips back towards him while pressing his monstrous cock into my tiny asshole. He cut off my screams of discomfort by returning the pulsating head of water to my aching pussy. I was a nasty slut and I knew it. His huge cock in my ass was making me shudder with ecstasy as he abused my little clit with pounding jet stream. “Oh No…Noooooo…You’re gonna make me come again” I moaned, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I felt the first wave of my orgasm washing over me. His huge cock was tearing me apart, plunging in and out of my pussy while he forced the water over my clit, sending me to unbearable heights of pleasure. He was unstoppable. He spread my lips wide again and ravaged my pussy with the unrelenting flow of water pressure, drawing out my orgasm, creating a new one, and sending me into a state of incoherent bliss. “FUH….UH..UHGH…UNNNGHH”, I was shaking uncontrollably as my climax flowed from one to the next, sending me into a delirium of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t breathe despite the huge gasps of air I took in, his cock mercilessly pumping away at my ass. He thrust his hips savagely toward me and uttered a string of profanity as his release took hold of him. “COMING…SLUT…FUCKING YOUR ASS….DIRTY WHORE … FUCK SLUT…. COMING… FUCKING SLUT” he bellowed as he shot his thick load deep into the recesses of my tight ass. I whimpered breathlessly, convulsing against the stream of water as he forced yet another orgasm out of me. Finally he dropped the massager into the tub and slumped his weight against my back. I felt his hot ejaculate oozing out of my ass as he withdrew his spent cock from within me. He caught his breath and spoke to me, his voice shaking ever so slightly, “Now wash up cunt. You’ve been a very dirty, little slut”. Afternoon Nap Interrupted "I can always just nap the afternoon away," Dennis told his two sons as they headed out around noon, one to work, the other to have fun with the usual cohort of chums. His older son had expressed concern that Dennis was down to his last unread book, and had suggested that Dennis go to the library. Dennis saw this as concern that he was becoming a bit of a hermit, but as always he laughed it off. His house was the magnet for both sons' friends, even though they were young adults. Someone always seemed to be fixing a car in the driveway; tossing a Frisbee; playing the latest video game, or something, right up to sleeping over. Dennis could have claimed a quiet afternoon was overdue, but everybody knew he loved the joyous noise, and was always up to grill up a mess of burgers for the gang. The very thought made Dennis smile, mostly about how he always wore his apron loose so that his anatomical reaction to the bouncy eighteen to twenty-five year old hotties frolicking on his lawn was hidden. Yes, Dennis reflected, more than just the noise was joyous. Truth be told, he had woken up with morning wood more than once speculating about how a particular pair of barely legal tits might feel, or how another lass might taste. Often, he climaxed with imagined images of pony-tailed bikini babes dancing in his brain - on their knees, their delicate fingers caressing his shaft, their lips tentatively kissing the tip of his hard cock, and then the virginal image sliding aside, their wantonness exposed as they swallow his cock whole, milking his cum. About two in the afternoon, those sort of thoughts were once again dancing through Dennis' brain as he lazed on the couch, some cooking show unwatched on the TV, the book falling open on his belly. His last conscious thought was the recognition that his cock was getting turgid. "Not a bad chubby for an old guy," he mumbled as he dozed off. The next thing Dennis sensed was his sweatpants sliding down, his hips reacting by rising just enough to facilitate the movement, his fat cock lolling half hard on his thigh. He felt two, or maybe three fingers tentatively explore his meat, first just a touch, then a rubbing of the silky outer layer of skin along the inner hardness, and finally, tracing all along the length, up to the underside of his swollen helmet, startling him with a fingernail along the frenulum, that tiny flap linking head to shaft. His body shivered, but he resisted opening his eyes, in case it was all a dream, or, even worse, it might be real, but he might frighten off a shy lass, who perhaps was acting out a dare thinking he was asleep. As the fingers grew more confident, hefting his rigid prick, encircling it and stroking, Dennis began to wonder which of his sons' friends it might be. Quickly, he decided it really didn't matter much whether it was the freckled eighteen year old red head, or the twenty something curvy blonde physics major- they were all of age, and one mouth was as good as another, when it came to cock sucking, though of course talent might vary. A big question was where she had come from, how she had come to be in his living room. All of the girls had left with his son, he was sure. Unless the guys had miscounted, and left one passed out on the bed, behind the rec room couch, or in the shower, she must be just a figment of his imagination. Still, his hand stopped to brush along the curve of his middle aged belly. If it was more than a dream, best not to interrupt. If it was just imagination, so far it was doing a good job. Dennis felt ragged breathing bathing his flesh, as if the young woman was uncertain about this task, but still driven by curiosity, desire or both- excited and anxious all at once. He felt the soft caress of loose hanging long hair across his thighs, brushing his ball sac. Tender, moist lips came to rest above his stiff cock and then slid swiftly over and over the helmet of his dick. Dennis could almost hear the girl thinking that if she hesitated she would chicken out. He considered reaching to stroke her head, but realized that this would make it obvious that he was awake, possibly scaring her away. He felt air around his mushroom again as she pulled her mouth off, but then her lips planted gentle kisses the tip of his cock. She began licking long slow strokes along its underside and around the head before taking Dennis back into her mouth. This time, she did not hesitate. Her warm, wet mouth began frantically bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, her hand stroking his balls, and then her fingers encircling his root, stroking up his length in tempo with her sucking, so that her palm covered his shaft as soon as her lips released it, and then reversing the process. Dennis heard a groan, which he thought came from the girl. As her lips quivered around his cock, she brought her tongue up to lick the slit on his tip meat and he thought he felt a piercing clicking against the tender underside of his helmet. His brain immediately trying to calculate which girls in his sons' group had pierced tongues. This distraction was probably a good thing, because it slowed his otherwise imminent climax. It was a long time since Dennis had a blow job, and he wasn't sure if he had ever had one this good. He revelled in the sensation of those sweet moist lips bathing his cock as they pleasured him with slow, delicate strokes, the girl's hungry mouth gently sucking on the head, and then sliding her tongue - now he could tell it definitely was studded - all around his shaft, paying extra attention to his swollen vein. The stimulation of the metal against the vein was new to Dennis, it made his lust burn hotter. "Fuck, yes, just like that," he wanted to scream out loud, but he caught the words before they left his mind, still afraid to spoil the dream, if that was all it was, or to frighten off the girl, although she now seemed to be fully committed to her task. She pulled her lips off his cock, planting kisses inside his thighs as she stroked his pulsating organ in her fist. It seemed that she could not get enough of his cock. She flicked her tongue stud over the slit again. Dennis felt his precum coating her lips as they settled over the tip of his organ. He felt his hips rise up off the couch, his meat slowly driving past her soft lips by moving his hips up and penetrating into her sweet wet mouth. She grunted as her lips opened, gasping for a breath when his shaft was about half buried inside her hungry throat. He did not stop thrusting, feeling his cock fully engulfed by her wetness. Her fingers wrapped around his scrotum, kneading his roiling balls. 'How long since I've fucked anyone this hot?' Dennis asked himself. He could not remember the last time. It was a like fucking a juicy cunt as her muscles milked him from root to tip until he felt his balls tighten hard against his groin, a sure sign that he was about to burst. Surely, the girl must have felt it too, the way his cock was expanding even fatter inside her cheeks and throat. Dennis hoped that she liked the taste of gism, and wouldn't gag or sputter, and, especially, that she would not pull her mouth off his cock until he had pumped his great gobs of goo into her throat. She did not disappoint. No sooner had he thought this than she bobbed her mouth tight into the nest of his pubes, snaking a finger under his ass, pushing past his sphincter, and caressing his prostate, a sure fire trick which made him unloaded into her throat. She took it like a pro, locking her lips tight around his root as she swallowed the gism down into her belly, filling her up so full that Dennis could feel it as it coated her throat, tonsils and tongue. Despite his massive discharge the girl did not gag. More quickly than he had dreamt was possible, Dennis had fired his final last shot into her mouth. She kept right on swallowing, her cheeks hollowing around his shaft as the thick, salty liquid exploded down her throat. He might have imagined that he felt a small trickle of his sperm leaking from the corner of her mouth into his pubic hair. Dennis suddenly realized that as he climaxed, he had grabbed handfuls of the young woman's hair, holding her face against his lap. He opened his eyes and released his grip, letting her mouth off of his cock. Kneeling on the floor was Sophie, one of his younger son's sweetest little friends - a tiny girl, all red hair and freckles, with a lithe athletic body. He recalled that she was about nineteen as she gasped for air before looking up at him, wide grin on her freckled face, her tongue scooping the last bit of his cum from her finger into her mouth.