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Sleep Sex

By: EveAnna



Up until around four months ago, I'd never even heard the phrase 'sleep sex' – well I know a few things about it now.

I'm Mina, thirty years old, no kids and have been married to the same man, Mike, for the last ten years. I don't work, I'd love to get a job but Mike likes to have me at home, I look after the house, do the shopping, go swimming and look after Mike. He works as a Financial Advisor, it can be pretty stressful. We used to have such a firm loving relationship, sex was never an issue, and it was fun and spontaneous. We would have weekends away just to spend the days in bed. These last few years and I was lucky if I got it once a month but I love Mike, he's a gentle man, my soul mate and so I put up with the lack of a sex life. Its not that we don't try – I have a closet full of sexy lingerie but still he loses his erection just at the vital moment. It was getting to the point that he wouldn't even touch me until that night four months ago.

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Four Months Earlier

I heard the door of the bedroom open slowly. I turned, Mike was in the doorway.

"I'm sorry honey, did I wake you?" he sounded tired.

I eased myself higher on the bed "No, its okay, I wasn't asleep." I closed the book I had been reading and placed it on the bedside table. "Another hard day?"

"You wouldn't believe it, we lost another big client."

He looked shattered and much older than his thirty five years, his short brown hair just starting to go grey. He'd always looked after his body, but these last few months had taken it out of him, he was thinner now than he had been for many years. I watched as he stripped his office suit off and put on shorts and a t-shirt. "I'm going downstairs for a drink – you want anything?" I shook my head and watched as he left the room as quietly as he had entered it.

I lay for a few minutes in the darkness of the room. I wished there was something I could do to help him.

I was on the verge of sleep when Mike came to bed, it was just past midnight. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, the bed sagged as he lowered him self carefully down. I could tell he wasn't trying to wake me. And for the first time in our marriage, I felt like I was sleeping next to a stranger. Unbidden, a tear slipped silently down my cheek and I fell into an uneasy sleep.

I started to wake, I could feel pressure around my waist – my eyes shot open as I realised a hand was making its way up and under my nightgown, pinching and squeezing my skin as it went. I jumped as it landed firmly on my breast and started to knead and rub the sensitive skin. I turned to look at my husband who was lying directly beside me. I frowned, staring intently at him and instantly knew something wasn't right. His eyes were glassy; he was looking at me but not focussing. I leaned over and put the bedside lamp on.

"Mike." I tried to shake his hand off me, even as his fingers started to tweak and pull at my nipple. "Mike" I said again louder this time "What are you doing?" I still got no answer, just a glassy eyed stare. I'd had enough. "Get off me!"

This yell seemed to have an affect and quickly his hand moved. I watched fascinated as Mike turned back over and started to snore. I sat up, trying to understand what had just happened. Maybe it was like sleepwalking? Still puzzled, I turned over and went back to sleep never realising what was going to happen in the weeks to come. 

The next morning I woke before Mike did. I was down in the kitchen having my second cup of coffee before he came down, dressed in his business suit and clutching his briefcase.

"What happened last night?" I said putting my coffee cup back down on the kitchen counter and glaring at him.

He froze in his tracks "I don't know, what happened last night?" he asked completely mystified by my question. A worried frown appeared above his dark brown eyes. "Are you okay?"

I knew then that he remembered none of his actions. This wasn't the right time to tell him that he'd nearly assaulted me in his sleep. "I'm sorry, its okay, you'd better get going or you'll be late."

"I'll see you later baby" and with a quick kiss to my cheek, he was gone.

I spent the better part of the shopping. It was late afternoon before I returned home. Mike wouldn't be home until the early evening, it was his golfing night. I hoped he would come back a little more relaxed. I ate a grilled chicken salad meal whilst watching television.

By ten pm I realised that Mike must have stopped for a drink after his game of golf. I was tired, bored and lonely. I had a shower and went to bed.

I woke slowly, feeling the hands that were gently rubbing my back, easing down to slip under my nightgown. I was lying on my side and without turning I knew it was Mike who was behind me, it was his hands that were kneading and massaging me. "Mike?" I said quietly. I got no answer. Carefully I turned over and onto my back, dislodging the hands. His face was only inches away from mine, and his eyes had the same glassy stare as the previous night. I knew then that he was still asleep. "Mike!" I said again gently. No response. One of his hands came back under my nightgown, then starting to move in idle little circles on the skin of my stomach. I could feel a delicious tingle starting in my pussy. It was so long since he'd touched me like this, I was desperate enough to take even this slight contact. Without realising it, I moaned.

His hand stopped moving. Disappointment flooded me like ice water. I started to turn away. Firm hands stopped my moving, hands that rapidly made their way straight to my panties, ripping them off before I could react. I lay there prone, hardly breathing as he threw the ruined panties on the floor.

Then he relaxed back down, leaning on one hand and using the other on me. Again the lazy circling of my stomach, he was staring intently as though he'd never seen my stomach before. He was sending me crazy, I wanted those fingers lower down! I brought my hand up, catching his hand and pushing it further down and into the trimmed hairs guarding my pussy. Long fingers started to thread through the short hairs, rubbing as if to feel the texture, I could feel the wetness starting to drip out and onto the hairs he was rubbing. 

Then he felt the moisture, letting his index finger drift further downward, achingly close to my clit, I opened my legs slightly for him, I needed him to put out the fire that had started to smoulder deep within my pussy! Then I had my wish and with one thrust, his finger was inside of me. I moaned gently as he pushed deep within me, suddenly adding another finger. I could feel the wetness squishing around his fingers as he probed and twisted them. I looked into his face, there was a glimmer of a smile but his eyes were still glassy, he was still asleep. 

I tried to lie there, afraid that any movement or noise from me would wake him and this exquisite torture would stop. And then it did stop, my mind screamed 'no, no' even as I was aware of him moving away from me and lying lower down on the bed. He lifted my leg, slipping his hand under it. I understood then what he was doing, he wanted to get deeper into me and found that he couldn't in the position we had been lying. I was amazed that he had realised this even in his sleep.

Then his fingers were back, plunging forcefully straight back into my dripping pussy. I bent my knee up, and let his fingers wreak havoc in my pussy. I glanced at his face, still glassy eyed, still fast asleep.

I couldn't stay still any longer, I reached above me for the wooden slatted headboard just above my head, holding onto the slats, and using them as leverage to stretch and arch my body. I felt his breath on my chest a second before his mouth fastened round my nipple. Sucking deeply and pulling it hard into his mouth, his fingers never once giving up on their frantic dancing in my pussy. I could feel his teeth on my nipple as he nipped and sucked. It was too much, I came so hard it hurt, my pussy walls clenching down on his fingers, my cum pouring out of me like water. Had he been awake, Mike would have stopped then but he wasn't awake, instead those fingers got added to and I had three in my throbbing pussy. I could feel another orgasm starting to build up as the fingers plunged into my sensitive flesh, his teeth nipping at my sore nipple. But I was scared that if I didn't stop him he was going to hurt me, I tried to pull his hand away from my pussy but he just increased the thrust. In desperation I cried "Mike, No!"

His mouth came off my breast almost as soon as the words left my mouth, his fingers pulled out and away. I lay there getting my breath back, my body calming down. Mike had already turned over and was still in a deep sleep.

I was stunned at what had happened and also a little guilty. I should have woken him up, it felt like I'd used him. But, a little voice echoed round in my head, I hadn't started it, he had.

I couldn't go back to sleep in the bed so instead went downstairs to make a drink of coffee and then watching television, I fell to sleep on the sofa until just before dawn, then waking and going back upstairs. Mike woke up just as I entered our bedroom.

"Morning" he smiled at me "you're up early!"

"I couldn't sleep."

On impulse, I climbed back into the bed with him, spooning behind him. He was warm. I rubbed up against his bum, there was still enough time for us to make love before he went to work. I wanted him to know that I needed him, I wanted him to need me. I brought my hand round to the front, rubbing and teasing his cock through his shorts. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.

"I want you Mike" I increased the pressure with my hand, rubbing over his cock and balls. Wanting, no needing to feel him go hard. Instead what I felt was his hand pulling mine off him.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I have to be in the office early today, you know how much pressure I'm under!"

"But its early, we have time, don't you want me anymore Mike?" 

"I'm sorry Mina, not this morning."

And with that he got out of bed to have his shower.

I lay there, as his side of the bed cooled down. Resentment flooded me. Mike might not want me when he was awake but he wasn't quite so unwilling while he was asleep. The guilt I'd been feeling was growing less by the second.

I waited until I heard the shower running, then went downstairs. I made fresh coffee for us. Mike came down minutes after me. He came to me straight away.

"I'm sorry Mina."

I tried to force a smile at him but he'd already turned to go. I was getting sick of hearing him say just how sorry he was.

On impulse I said "Mike, when you were a kid, did you ever sleepwalk?"

He hesitated for a second, his coffee cup hovering about an inch from his mouth "I did yes, but I eventually grew out of it......Why?"

I shrugged "No reason."

"I'm going to be late again tonight, we need to go over some figures at work," Mike said just as he was going out through the door.

I frowned, great – another day and night spent on my own!

The day actually progressed faster than I imagined. I needed to know what was going on with Mike so I decided to do a little online research. And it didn't take long for me to find the answers I was seeking. Some of it made for horrifying reading. What Mike was doing to me was known as 'sleep sex'. Many of the sufferers I read about had been childhood sleepwalkers, sleep sex could be brought on by stress or major changes in the sufferer's life and they weren't aware of what they were doing. All this fitted, Mike was stressed out.

But then I started to read some of the stories – Wives being raped, one woman being throttled in her sleep by her partner as he had sex with her. Or being forced into sex acts that they would never have consented to. Most hadn't been able to stop their partners. I stopped reading and switched the computer off. But I had been able to stop Mike, both times. But was this what I was going to have to face? Maybe being raped or beaten up by a husband who didn't know what he was doing? I hadn't actually been unwilling, I'd let him do what he wanted to me until I'd shouted 'no'. What would happen if I just tried to stop him, not with words but with actions? 

Guilt started to gnaw at me like a cancer, I should tell Mike what was happening! But how would I word it – various thoughts came through my head 'honey, I don't want to worry you but you're having sex with me while you are asleep!' or 'do you know you are suffering from a condition called 'sleep sex'? I shook my head, no I'd wait maybe this would stop on its own.

I needed something to do, out of the house! I looked around the garden, yes a good tidy up would take my mind off Mike and our little problem. Three hours later and I'd weeded and pruned the garden to within an inch of its life. I stood back, sweaty and aching but proud of my neat little garden.

I brushed the dirt off my jeans and t shirt, I needed a long hot soak. 

The water was hot, foamy and fragrant. I lay back and let the water sooth me. I usually loved my baths, it was where I took care of my needs, playing with my sensitive breasts and pussy with a soapy washcloth until I made myself come. I dragged the washcloth over my clit, using my fingers to tease my pussy through the rough cotton. After a few minutes of this play, I realised that I had too much on my mind to be able to make myself come. Reluctantly, I stood, pulled the plug and climbed out of the cooling water. 

As I stepped from the bath, I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror, My hair was still the same chestnut brown it always had been, my waist still trim, small breasts but they suited my small figure – Why didn't Mike still want me?

The phone rang just as I was slipping into a clean T shirt and jeans. 

"Hello" I said into the receiver.

"Hi, baby."

I smiled into the receiver, Mike.

"Listen, honey – I'm sorry but that late night just got a little later......I've got to wine and dine a potential client tonight, I think he's going to be a tough nut to crack so it could be a long night – it's going to be a case of 'don't wait up for me'.

"Its okay Mike, I understand." I said, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

"I love you baby!"

"Love you too Mike, bye."

I hung up the receiver and stood staring at the phone for a few seconds – And for the first time, I wondered if Mike might be having an affair.

            * * * * * * * * * * * * 

I turned the television off, midnight and Mike hadn't returned. I'd flicked through the channels and couldn't remember one thing I'd watched. The word 'affair' kept working its way through my mind. I was too tired to wait up for him any longer, but I dreaded being asleep when he eventually came in. As the day had wore on, the stories I'd read online came back to haunt me. 

I lay in bed listening for the sound of a car, I presumed that Mike would have left his car at the office and took a taxi, so he would come back by taxi. One-thirty and I finally heard the sound of an engine, then Mike's keys in the front door. I could hear him staggering about, I got out of bed. Mike was slowly making his way up the stairs, hanging onto the banister rail with both hands. He was drunk and he stank of whatever he had been drinking. He gave me a lopsided grin before stripping his clothes off and throwing himself on the bed. I stood looking down at him, I wouldn't sleep next to him smelling like he did. Grabbing my pillow from the bed, I decided to go and sleep on the sofa in the living room downstairs.

Two hours later, and I'd just managed to fall asleep on the uncomfortable sofa when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone walking down the stairs. I sat up to listen more closely, it had to be Mike but he didn't sound drunk! The door to the living room opened. "Mike" I said to the figure stood in the doorway. 

I scrambled to put the table lamp on but it was too late. In just two easy strides, Mike had cleared the living room floor and was stood next to me. I stood up, hesitating – Mike hadn't said a word, all he was doing was staring at me. I looked down realising that he was naked, his cock semi-hard and just starting to jut from its little nest of dark hair. I swallowed nervously, it had been quite a while since I'd seen him even close to being hard.

"Mike, wake up!" I said gently. He still didn't say a word, just carried on staring at me. I lay my hand lightly on his arm, rubbing it "Come on Mike, back to bed."

Suddenly my hand was clasped firmly in his. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened, not hard enough to hurt but I couldn't pull my hand from his. I stepped back and away from him. I knew I should just shout and wake him up there and then before I got hurt. Then it was too late. One easy movement and Mike had pulled me closer and around so he was behind me. His one hand still held mine, I struggled against the restraining hand with no effect. I froze as I felt his head close to mine, rubbing against the back of my head, mussing up my hair, I heard him breathe deeply, taking in the scent of the shampoo I'd used earlier in the day. It was a gesture so strange, so out of character for him that I instantly felt a buzz starting in the bottom of my stomach. My mind fought against it, I couldn't let myself be turned on, this was like being with a stranger. My resolve withered as Mike moved the hair off the back of my neck with his free hand and started to gently kiss and nuzzle the skin on the side of my neck. 

Slowly, he edged me back until we were by the sofa once more, one push and I landed on it, sprawling quickly onto my knees, determined to crawl away from him if I had to. My determination didn't last too long, in a second he was behind me, letting go of my hand then both his hands were on my back, rubbing through the thin cotton nightgown. He pressed me forward with strong hands, trying to manoeuvre me into leaning over the arm of the sofa, I struggled briefly until those same strong hands slipped under my nightgown and started teasing the flesh of my back, his mouth again finding the side of my neck. I turned into a quivering, turned on and very wet wreck.

I eagerly let him press me down into the side of the sofa, pulling up my nightgown so his mouth could work magic over the skin of my back and even lifting my hips as he pulled down my panties then moaning as he fondled and pulled my breasts and nipples. I glanced at Mike's face, still glassy eyed. I should have felt guilty but I didn't. 

Then any thoughts I might have been having were gone as he entered me in one swift movement. I whimpered as his cock plunged into my willing pussy. He kept me in place with one hand on the small of my back, the other hand twisting into the hair at my neck, effectively pulling my head back. Even this wasn't like Mike, he was usually such a gentle lover, this Mike was daring and forceful. I started to whimper, I could feel him getting deeper with each thrust, and with each thrust I was being forced higher and higher towards my climax. I held onto the edge of the arm of the sofa, bracing myself for each sensation filled plunge, seconds later I came screaming into the plush upholstery.

Mike grunted and shuddered behind me and I felt the hot flood of his seed fill me up. "Mike!" I managed to groan "let me go!"

Then his hands dropped away from me and I felt his weight move. I pulled my nightgown down and looked behind me. Mike was on the other end of the sofa, eyes closed, snoring slightly and fast asleep.

Shaking my head, I left him there and struggled upstairs on weakened legs to clean myself up and crawl into bed.

I was instantly awake, something cold and clammy had wedged itself up against my back, my mind screamed 'no, not again'. "I'm sorry honey but I'm freezing!" Mike's voice quivered against chattering teeth "and you are so warm!" I smiled in relief and rubbed back against him. 


Sleep, Sex, and Sun



"JAY! DON'T YOU DARE...DON'T YOU DARE DUNK ME! JAY! NO! JAY! AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Yes, I dared. I watched Lauren fall after playfully cradling her in my arms. She fell below the surface for a few seconds below thrashing up for air. Her arms flailed and her mouth widened for air. She moved her dirty blonde hairs away from her faces and wiped her eyes. "You're a jerk!"

I laughed hysterically at her misfortunes. "I know I am!" 

She regained her vision and composure and was looking quite unimpressed. She rushed me and speared my back into the water. I almost forgot how strong and athletic she was. I would've been better to have made a run for it but alas, this was in good fun. Although, getting your own head dunked repeatedly underwater while your girlfriends screams "How do you like it?!" isn't the most fun thing in the world. After she had that moment of revenge, it was her turn to laugh at my misfortunes while I recovered. I wasn't going to get her back. We did this kind of thing all the time. We'd play with each other and then we'd play with each other. With no one around us for kilometres, we made out in the seemingly endless body of water. I held her face as our mouths slurped as our tongues danced with each other. There was nothing like the feel of our lips on mine. We were so animated and unable to keep our hands off each other. 

After a solid five minutes in this shared embrace, we mutually called it quits and decided a move to the mainland was best. My dick was horny and at that point I was sure she was ready to get in on too. 

We got back to our "camp" and Lauren took her spot on the sand. She lay back on her arms over her towel. Her long hair just down cascaded down her back. She looked so inviting. I wanted to drill her right then. Then just as I thought we were about to get it on, she said the most random and unwanted thing she could say.

"Honey, I want some ice cream. Could you go get some...pleaaaase?"

"Now?!" I outraged. She wanted ice cream?!

"Uh huh! Pretty please? Plus I need to catch some rays." She flashed me with those blue eyes and I knew I couldn't say no. At the same time, it was a turn off that she'd rather sunbathe than then get it on. My cock shrunk back in my trunks. But alas, I smiled and nodded. I made the long trek to the little ice cream shop.

***

As made my way back after fetching her request, I questioned whether picking a secluded spot on the beach was a good idea. The walk was so damn far and the ice cream was starting to melt! My agitations promptly disappeared after I quickly reassured myself that we valued the privacy and time. The sun was good to all us Wasaga Beach-goers that day. As I carried two bowls of vanilla ice cream back to Lauren, I squinted at the sea of blue above and in front of me. I loved the feel of the sand between my toes. The breezy Georgian Bay air topped of f a day of ideal conditions.

As I neared my darling girlfriend, I saw she was sunbathing on top of her towel. Her upper body was rid off the light blue t-shirt she wore coming here. Instead it acted as a makeshift pillow under her head. In its pace was a yellow bikini top and her already sun kissed skin. I knelt down at her and put down the ice cream. I shook my head and smiled. "I leave for ten minutes to fetch the ice cream and you decide to nap? C'mon, wake up." I shook her body a bit. Nothing. 

I rubbed her slightly harder. "Lauren? Wake up honey." She didn't react one bit. She was fast asleep! I couldn't believe this! We had just got here and not only did she begin the sun tanning, but she passed out as well. This was supposed to our beach day together! We just had some fun in the water but that wasn't going to be enough for me.

I was undoubtedly furious and ready to call her every name in the book...but I calmed down quickly after I saw what I had in front of me. Ideas were brewing. Here was her sleeping form with her near bare back, her tight jean skirted ass, her long legs, and her peaceful face. It all told me I could still have my quality time with her. I glanced down at the bottle of sun lotion and smirked at Lauren. I pet her and then smelt my hand. I shook my head at my findings. "Silly girl, are you asking to get cooked out here?! We'll have to something about that..."

The first thing I did was undo the knot for her bikini top. With it removed, I could now see her entire back, tan lines and all. I squirted some into my hands and kneaded it into her back muscles. I covered every inch of the broad surface, gradually moving lower and lower and even going back to do spots I believe needed more.

I bunched her skirt that she'd redressed in at the waist and tugged her panties down to her knees. I marvelled at her smooth, light ass. It was so perfectly shaped, like two rolling hills adjacent to each other. I applied more lotion into my hand and placed both of them on either side of one leg and slowly caressed it from her pelvis to her kneecap. The whole time I watched her head for signs of stirring. There weren't any so I proceeded to do the same with her other leg. She was just so flawless. I crouched down and kissed both cheeks. I'd show her more appreciation but I'd need some extra creativity.

I picked up the cup of ice cream. I took a little in the spoon and allowed a little to run off it. It was melting but still solid. I widened the crevice of her cheeks and lined it with dessert. Then I dropped a bit on the cheeks themselves. Not even the coolness on her flesh woke her. I put the ice cream down and knelt right down to bottom so I was eye level with it. Looking down her body to her head, I loved the way her back arched. My brown eyes lit up with keenness. I ogled her ass with delicious cream filling. Enough staring, time for a taste.

Starting at the bottom of her, well, bottom, I licked a tiny bit off and let it sit on my tongue. Sweet...creamy...delicious! In one swift move upwards, I swept up the rest of the desert. The taste danced on my tongue. I was convinced it was the best ice cream ever if only because of the circumstance: the rush of licking ice cream off my sleeping girlfriend's tushy. I was doing the unthinkable, the unmentionable. With no one around, there was no one to stop me. The only thing that could was her reanimation. I went in for another go, this time with more precision. I moved my tongue the surface of her crack, just vacuuming up the remaining residue. I didn't go further because an ass was still an ass even covered in ice cream. Instead I let my tongue roam over her cheeks and made sure to wolf down the two little specks in the centre of them.

I flipped her over onto her back. She moved quite freely. It was unlike the dead weighted corpse I half expected. Her head lolled slightly impact but remained still after that. Still asleep. One hand rested on her belly whiles the other at her side. Her back side had that very cute ass but her front had everything else. Starting from the top, she had the cutest face when she slept. Expressionless, peaceful, innocent. I think it was those lips more than anything. They were pink and slightly parted. So delightful. Moving down her body was her chest. They weren't big but they weren't small either, but they got noticed either way. Pointed, perfectly spaced from eachother...delicious! Nice taunt abs, complete with a very cute belly button stud. Her legs were parted in such a way to give the most breathtaking view of the great centrepiece. Her hairless snatch looked good enough to eat. Hmm, that WAS a great idea! Noted. Finally, long legs screamed that she was one athletic woman. Firm thigh muscles, enough meat there...there was a tightening sensation in between my own thighs! 

I took more of the lotion in my hands and rubbed it all over chest save her nipples. I took more time than I needed to make sure she was perfectly protected...but that was only because I couldn't get enough of them. They were so perfectly rounded! I traced around them many times. By the time I finished her chest just glistened under the afternoon sun. Then I coated her sweet abs. And again, I let my hands walk all over her smooth thighs.

She was majestic like a goddess. I grabbed the ice cream and placed some on each teat. Then I crouched down and hovered right above her, studying her unconscious form below me. Then when I was ready, I sucked the entire clump right off the first breast. My lips smacked as I pulled off her. I repeated the same with the other mound. The whole time she remained in peaceful slumber. She was completely oblivious to this food play. 

I clutched her chin and shook her head back and forth. "Mmm, you like that Lauren? Enjoying your little nap?" I taunted. I then kissed her lips and the transferred ice creamy residue onto her lips. It felt weird not feeling anything back. But at the same, it was hot! And she'd get her ice cream after all.

I flicked my tongue back and forth on the nipple and sucked it some more. With the other hand I clutched the second tit. It wasn't hard of course. It was just enough to cop a feel of the soft flesh. Sweat dripped off my face and onto her body. It was the product of the piercing sun and the anxiety of my actions. I was done with her breasts now.

I skipped over her belly and went right to her thighs. Of course, her abs were good enough to eat, I wasn't knocking that fact. It's just that right now I had pussy on the brain. I grabbed the ice cream a final time and just like her backside I coated her lips. Then I wasted no time in cleaning her right up. I glanced at her face and then took the plunge. I made quick work of the creamy coating. Beyond those lips was the real dessert. I showered her tasty pussy with licks and kisses. If the area wasn't so vacant, one would be able to hear the sound of slurping. I parted her lips and entered. I danced around her mighty clit. I moaned her name in bliss. I ran my tongue all over the vaginal walls. She tasted so sweet. I even took a whiff of her to find she smelled just as pleasing. My obvious goal was to get her unconscious frame excited. She may not have been fully aware of the sensations between her legs, but on a subconscious level I was really lighting up her sex. 

I had to pause for a moment as I saw Lauren's head twitch and exhale. I was having fun, but I was cautious all the same. Was she waking? I looked at her for a moment and worked it out in my mind that it just a natural sleep tendency. I even went as far to reason that it was probably a sleep convulsion combined with unconscious reaction to my pussy assault. I resumed with double the pace while feeling up her chest. I shifted so my head was practically buried in her while I feasted. She smelled and tasted so good! I could've spent the whole afternoon doing this but I know there were bigger things to do. I removed my face from her thighs. I ringed my finger inside her walls to see the extent of eating out. I pulled it out and saw that it was moist from her residue. I smiled knowing this was the perfect set up for what was to come next.

With all the fun tasty bits over with, I knew there was one thing left to do. I took my member out of my shorts and stared down at her...

I didn't enter her right away. Instead I hovered above her stroking my member while I thought things over. My eyes panned over her body and settled on the spot between her legs. The "R" word certainly crossed my mind. Sure, she was my girlfriend, but significant other or not, she was not in control of things. But the weird thing is that this same reservation drove me completely nuts! I was venturing into forbidden territory here and that was so erotic! My cock was dancing at the helplessness of her position. 

Still, I approached with caution. I parted her thighs slightly and braced myself. I half anticipated her to wake up upon impact. Taking a deep breath, I inched my body closer and closer to hers. My member was full and ready to go but I'm not sure I was. Licking ice cream off her body was innocent enough, but here I was talking about doing the naughty with her in this prone state. I went in anyways. I held my breath and entered....

And nothing! She didn't shoot away. She didn't scream. Nothing. I was good! I stayed in that position for moment and relished in the relief. 

With those jitters over with, I proceeded to do my business. I started off slow with the purpose of comfortably planting myself there. I was keen on getting a good rhythm. I pictured a circular motion even though what I was doing was furthest from that. I guess I was best to sticking to the old "in and out...in and out..." 

This was so wrong. I figured only sicko first dates and night prowlers did I was doing now. I was neither of those; I was her loving boyfriend! Did that make it better? I tried to tell myself it did. I'd deal with whatever consequences arose later.

For now I took it one thrust at a time. With each one, I gained more and more confidence. And with this confidence, I figured out my attraction to playing with Lauren's prone body. It was simply power! I got off knowing that I had the license to do as I pleased. She was like a little puppet. I could manipulate her in any which way and she'd have no protests whatsoever about it! She jerked with every push inwards. I gradually got more and more forceful in physicality and in words. "You feel that Lauren? Of course not...because you're ASLEEP you bitch!" I'm not normally a jerk (despite my earlier admittance), but it was fun playing the role of one now. The situation had me possessed by one at least. 

It was interesting to map the wave of emotions I had gone through during this ordeal. I had moved from fear to caution to ambition to downright aggression. I hit her hard and fast. Her breasts jiggled with all the movement. Her arms slapped against the sides of her body and the sand (by now the towel ceased to be the mat we intended it to be). 

At that moment, she finally stirred awake! Lauren was waking up! Her lolled as she tried to get a grip of her surroundings. When she did she frantically tried to push me off. I snapped out my possessed state to control my woman. "It's me, it's just me," I reassured her. Even after hearing my voice and recognizing my touch it took a few seconds to settle down. She thrashed about like a disobedient stallion. My rhythmic thrusts aided in the task. Feelings of pleasure overtook her fright. She got into it. "Oh Jay....Jay..." she cooed. "Glad you're finally awake." I replied back.

The transition between fucking an unresponsive to a living person was an interesting one. I loved the power when she was asleep but I was solo in it all. In the land of conscious she could share in my passion. We could feed off each other's transmitted energy. I pounded her with the same aggression before she woke up. She panted hard and called out my name through airy gasps. 

"JAY...MORE...OHHHHHHHHHHH" 

I was nearing explosion and judging by her shrieks so was she. My hips continued to stab her pelvis. Our bodies rocked under the piercing beach sun. I could feel it most of all on my back. The stinging sensation across my spine matched the burn in our crotches. I felt it now. It was on its away.

"I'm gonna cum Lauren."

"Please...empty your seed in me...." She begged.

She didn't have to ask me twice. I released my entire load inside her perfect cunt. She was so complicit, so accepting. We both reached our sexual apexes simultaneously and expressed them in synchronized cries of elation. Then we just shrunk in place.

I rolled off her body and collapsed next to her. We lay on our backs looking at the clear blue sky as we gasped for air. We turned to each other and saw that the other person had the biggest smile on their face. We were both drained and could barely speak.

"My back...burns..." It was a joke to break the silence between us but in truth I actually was in agony.

"Aww really? Lemme see?"

She pulled my body so I was laying on top of the towel belly first and then she straddled my back. "Aww, it is pretty fried! Why didn't you use the lotion I set out?!"

"I was too busy applying it to you that I forgot about myself!" I remarked from below her. "OWWWWWW!" My back throbbed with the feeling of her open handed slap. "What was that for?!" It was arguing with her yet I could only see sand. How degrading.

"I already had some on stupid!" Again with the insults. At least they didn't sting as much as my back right now. Then I felt her lips on my back. Coupled with my sensitive skin it felt like burning kiss. But it still felt alright. "Better?"

"Mmmhmm..." I replied. I closed my eyes and let her do her thing all over my upper back. She'd something like "like that?" and I'd just groan back lazily. Then I felt something squirt on to my back and being rubbed around. I figured it to be the sun tan lotion. At this point applying sun protection was like wearing a bike helmet while recovering AFTER a big crash. However I went along with it. But yawwwn, I was so tired! She rubbed the cream into my damaged skin. Starting high and working her way down my spine, she pressed soft palms between my shoulder blades.

"Feel good?"

"Yeahhh..." I weakly cooed back. She continued to hit the right spot. She was so gentle as to not agitate my skin. Occasionally she'd bend down for a small peck and even a lick of the longue. So fatigued...Hot, humid conditions really do make one tired... 

She expertly worked her individual fingers into each little bump. It felt so good and so relaxing. My body just turned to mush under her very sensual touch. Yaaaaawn, I could nap right....

***

I shot awake with the feeling of two exertions to my body. The first was the sand on my still sensitive back. It stung...a lot. When did I turn over anyways? The second was the feeling of a body lying on top of me. The beach sun instantly invaded my eyes which made me temporarily dazed. As I lolled my dead to get a grip on reality, I sensed kisses on my chest. Through blurred vision I raised my head to see who it was. I only saw a head of blonde hair. It rose up and smiled at me. "Lauren?" 

"You know it!" She replied.

I groggily smiled. "What are you doing?"

"Well you decided to take a nap so I decided to have a little fun with you too."

"How long was I out?"

"Oh about twenty minutes!"

I couldn't believe it! Lauren pulled a "do unto others..." on me. I must've fallen asleep while she was giving me that back rub and then she took it upon herself to fuck me or whatever she did while I was passed out! And I didn't feel a thing! It was certainly never my intention for it to happen but I loved it!

She sat up on my chest and pinned my arms to the side of me. "So what did you enjoy more: me awake or me asleep?"

I winked at her. "Eh, you both have your plusses...You?"

"Sleeping. I feel so baaaaad with you being the hapless fuckmate."

I kissed her right there for that comment. She totally understood my fascination with it now...

She slithered back all the down my body and nestled herself between my thighs. She gripped it hard and looked at me. I felt some good vibrations right now. 

"There's nothing like a live cock though..."

And with that she dove in. I felt like the king of Wasaga. Getting sucked off by my girlfriend, glorious weather beating down on us...It was perfect! She bobbed her head off and on my shaft while occasionally pausing to stroke it. I just lay back with my hands behind my head and reacted with glee to every pleasurable feeling. 

My poor back arched as she quickened her pace. She did magical things with her mouth. Racing her tongue up along the shaft and back down again. Sucking and slurping and tasting my snake. She was so tantalizing. I was about to reach my edge again. The end of my cock just ached and tickled. I forewarned her of my impending ejaculation. She withdrew her head and braced herself.




Sleep, Sex, and Sun



I spewed my goo all over her face. She shut her eyes as to not get any inside her pearls. The stream just dripped down her complexion and down to the sandy ground like rain against a window. Down her cheeks, around her nostrils, outlining the corners of her lips and then converging down her chin. Like a good girl Lauren even licked whatever juices her tongue good reach! And she had a look of enjoyment on her face! She was definitely a keeper.

She lay back down on me once more and we made out for a moment before we called it a day. We cleaned ourselves off, redressed, gathered all our belongings and threw them in our bag.

The final things we picked up were the now useless dessert cups. She looked at them and then at me with curiosity. "So what did you do with the ice cream anyways?"

"I ate it." 

"Without me?" She playfully pouted.

"Well technically you had some too...well, your tits, ass, and cunt did anyways."

"Jay!" She smacked me on the arm. 

"What!? I couldn't resist!"

"And I won't resist kicking your butt now!"

"You'd have to catch me first!!!" 

With that I took off running up the beach. I purposed kept my distance because I knew I was in for it if she caught up to me. As I sprinted along and listened to her shouting, I dubbed it a good ending to a great day.



Sleep Sex with Simone



It was an unusual day, unusual in the respect that it was a Saturday and I was off for the entire weekend. Kirsty, my girlfriend, as usual, got up at 6am, readied herself and headed off to the hairdressing salon where she worked with her best friend Simone. She worked six days a week and most evenings. Kirsty and I were struggling to meet the payments on the small starter pad we had moved into some six months earlier, working as many hours as we could, simply to stand still.

The house is small, consisting of a narrow L shaped downstairs lounge and a small kitchen. The stairs go off the right hand side as you walk in the front door. Upstairs there is one main bedroom a bathroom and a tiny box room, too small even for a full sized bed. It had been well decorated by the previous owners and is situated in the middle of a terrace of similar homes, now mostly occupied by older people, pleasant enough, but virtually all we could afford. At least it has a small back garden we can make use of in the summer months.

Kirsty is naturally a brunette but often sports different hair colours, at that time it was jet black, short and spiky. She had a liberal tan, spray on, but tastefully applied all over! Her eyes are blue, she is medium height and solidly built, not fat but not thin either, solid. Her body is well proportioned her hips matching her frame with a pert and tidy arse. Her 38 DD tits are my favourite toys at bed time and I love to massage the mounds of her round and curvy ass.

Simone is taller by a few inches, narrower and leaner than Kirsty. A natural blonde, she also has blue eyes but a fairer complexion with a well toned body. She has smaller tits and longer legs than Kirsty.

It is fair to say that Kirsty and Simone are obsessed by their appearance, even on rare days off they would experiment with some beauty treatment or other, change hair styles or tamper with their appearance. Kirsty takes ages to get ready for the day, often running late as a result and today had been no exception.

It was a hot and humid July day. I was sweating as I "did" the small house, dressed in an old tee shirt and baggy shorts, clearing away the debris from the previous night's meal. I washed up and hovered, the laminate floor of the lounge cleaned to a shine and I was quite proud of myself. I had even cut the grass, although this was only a five minute job, as the lawn was only the size of a pocket handkerchief, but never the less I was due for some "brownie" points and hopefully some unhurried sex later that evening.

I had her homecoming planned, I would even be cooking her something to eat. I had popped to the supermarket and bought a few things for a feast and set up the old barbeque in the garden.

As it was such a warm day I opened the patio doors into the narrow end of the lounge and arranged the small sofa to take advantage of what little breeze blew in.

The day passed slowly and as evening approached I lit the small and rusty metal barbeque in the centre of the small and neatly clipped lawn. The food and wine was ready in the fridge, or at least in the packets, and I was ready to go.

The sun went over the back of the house around 7 pm and that is when I had expected Kirsty.

"Hello babe." I heard as she came in through the door. "Simone's here too, I hope you don't mind, she's at a loose end tonight."

"Hello Chris, here I've bought this." She said presenting me with a wine box.

Simone and I are not close. I think she harboured a little resentment at me taking her best mate away from her. I was disappointed as I was after some "quality time" with Kirsty, but it looked like I would have to spend the evening keeping out of their way, as was usual, when they were together.

Kirsty looked across at me and blew a kiss by the way of an apology. It appeared that Simone was again "between" boyfriends. During the four years that I had known her she couldn't hold down a relationship for more than a few weeks.

I spent much of the evening outside cooking the sausages and burgers on the barbeque whilst Kirsty and Simone heated the oven chips, got the salad out of bag, downed generous quantities of wine and chatted furiously. They loved to chat, about anything and everything, all day and all night, seemingly without pausing for breath.

By the time I had cooked my stuff both the girls had eaten and were in yet another deep and involved conversation. I adjourned to the lounge, ate and downed another cooling can of beer.

It was still hot and muggy. I was dirty and sweaty so I adjourned upstairs and showered. I returned downstairs, wearing my baggy pyjama shorts and top. I had expected Simone to have left but she and Kirsty were at the bottom of the stairs, wine glasses and bottle in hand.

"Simone and I are heading off early tomorrow so it's best if she stays over. She can borrow a nightie. Is that OK?" Kirsty asked rhetorically.

They barged past me, giggling and clanking as they went upstairs. I heard the shower run as each took it in turn to wash. I sat on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table directly in front of the telly, trying to catch any breeze that might blow in. I sat slouched, clutching another cool can, in the centre of the small three seat sofa. I turned the television on and settled to watch the late film.

The film wasn't up to much and I was half asleep with boredom as they both entered the room dressed in almost matching thin cotton pyjamas. Kirsty went into the kitchen and opened the last bottle of wine before joining me on the sofa, she sat to my left and rested her head on my shoulder. She was tired. It had been a long day. She leant forward and moved my arm from around her, I quickly cupped my palm under her butt as she shuffled to get comfortable, she didn't seem to mind and soon her dead weight against me indicated that she was going to fall asleep.

Simone was sat to my right, clutching her wine glass. It was a bit of a squeeze on the sofa and she sat with her long legs dangling over the arm rest at the end of the seat, her back pressed tight to my side, pressed right up to my right shoulder, trapping my am. She too was tired. The heat combined with the wine soon made Simone droop and drift off with Kirsty.

Great! I thought as I was sat stranded in front of a boring film, pinned by two sleeping women -- a real thorn between two roses. I was getting hot and my legs were going to sleep.

I looked thirstily at the half finished can of beer that rested on the small table in front of me. The film dragged on and I couldn't move.

I became aware that Simone was gradually slipping off my shoulder, twisting as her head as it traversed my chest, her right arm falling downward. Inch by inch she fell, in slower than slow motion, still looking and by the weight of her, feeling sound asleep. Finally her hand came to rest in my lap, it felt hot and sweaty against the bare skin of my upper thigh. I tried to shift but was stuck fast by the combined weigh of the women pressing into me.

I didn't want to wake Kirsty but things were starting to get a little uncomfortable. Simone was continuing to slip slowly downward, her head was now firmly on my chest, her hand slipping down my inner thigh. I nearly jumped out of my skin as the nail of one of her perfectly manicured fingers jabbed against my hairy scrotum. I felt her finger wiggle to explore the warm contents in the confines of my shorts as she continued her slide.

It's amazing what races through your mind when you are in a compromising position. And boy was I in a compromising position; it was one of those that I could do little about. I was trapped motionless, slouched between my girlfriend, asleep on my left shoulder and her best friend, asleep, or maybe not, on my right, my hands trapped. I realised that I was stuck and defenceless.

I felt two or three more fingers cupping my balls, slowly massaging them, manipulating them gently inside the baggy leg of my cotton pyjama shorts.

Finally her thumb came round and grasped the base of my now expanding cock, by now her head was on its side and almost level with my belly button.

Oh my God, I thought, what would I do now? My cock was readily responding, growing harder and stiffer, yielding to her touch. I was almost at full hardness but could do nothing about it. Simone, had her hand stuffed right up the baggy leg of my shorts and was massaging the base of my rock solid cock, causing the thin cotton material to form a tent for all to see. How would I explain this if Kirsty were to wake, what would I say?

So here I was, at the moment of truth, I could barely draw breath when suddenly Kirsty's head shifted on my shoulder. I quickly shrugged to wake her up. Her eyes flickered open, she looked stunned as she became accustomed to the light. I looked into her eyes as she focused and motioned towards her friend's head now almost in my lap.

Kirsty's eyes sprang wide open but she didn't move or utter a sound. She lowered her eyes as if to motion me to do something, but what? My right arm was still pinned behind Simone's back.

I pulled my arm up hard and it sprang out from behind Simone. I tried the same with my left but Kirsty stopped me by grabbing at my free arm. She brought her finger to her mouth to stop me talking and discourage me from further action. She tilted her head to one side, closed her eyes and indicated that Simone was still asleep -- no, surely not I thought, she must be awake.

Simone was still gently and slowly manipulating my balls and squeezing at the base of my rock hard cock, now in full view of my girlfriend. Kirsty placed her hand on the top of her friend's head, stroked her hair and pushed it gently down further towards my groin. Simone's hand came slowly up the length of my cock, stretching the waistband of my shorts and allowing the light and air to my distended member.

She started to move her hand down in a long, slow and deliberate stroking motion, gripping my thick cock tight. Her head continued to slip towards my exposed end.

Oh my God, is she going to... I thought. What on earth is Kirsty up to? She seems to be egging her on.

By now I could feel almost Simone's hot breath on the tip of my cock. Her hand was clenching around the shaft as my cock as it strained against the confines of my shorts. Kirsty shifted herself on my shoulder so that she could peek over her friend's head as it was being lowered towards my twitching and pulsating rod.

The tension was almost unbearable as Simone's lips made contact with the tip of my tool. My cock jerked uncontrollably with the intense stimulation of her warm and silky lips as a string of my pre-cum attached itself to her, hanging off her mouth.

Simone shuffled, she let off a few clicks in her mouth and a gentle sigh as she twisted her head back and turned her body to rest flat on the sofa. Her hand flopped away from my tool as she stretched and threw it back across her body.

I was still pinned, my aching cock straining at my shorts as Kirsty's left hand snaked a path towards it. She drove straight down the waistband and cupped my hot and throbbing tool in her warm and slender palm. I sighed as she slowly closed her fingers around my manhood and started to gently pull at the tender flesh.

Kirsty kissed my neck as she gently continued to stroke my cock.

"Go on. Do it to her" She whispered.

I reached down and lifted the bottom of the thin cotton pyjama top, exposing Simone's flat and toned stomach. I stopped short of exposing her breasts as my goal lay further below.

I slid my hand down her silky skin and under the waistband of her bottoms and continued to glide it down towards her pubic region I registered a lack of hair, she was fully shaven, unlike Kirsty who like to maintain a neatly trimmed patch of dark and silky hair down below. I continued to allow my hand to flow across the silky flesh until I felt the parting of her labia. Her thighs were clamped together and I could force my hand in no further.

I strained my hand one last time, and make her shudder and gently sigh as the tip of my finger made contact with her clitoral hood. 

My arm was now at its full extent, my hand resting on her mound, I could feel the small button of her clit hardening against my finger tip as she lay motionless on the sofa.

She shifted again, I quickly moved my hand from her pussy, her legs parted and knees were drawn wide apart as she adjusted her head and neck. She was pushing me further along and uncomfortably against Kirsty. Simone's hands came down to her groin, she slid them under the waistband of her bottoms and to the same spot where mine had rested moments ago.

Her hands started to ripple the thin cotton material as she manipulated her tender spot. Her breathing hastened, her chest heaved and nipples hardened. As her shoulders began to rise I tugged at her thin cotton top allowing the soft mounds of her breasts fall free and open to the cooling air.

The jutting into Kirsty finally made her move, dropping off the sofa and on to her knees, releasing her tender grip on my cock in the process.

I took the opportunity to move my feet from the table and sat with my legs wide apart nursing the raging hard on in my shorts. Kirsty looked down at the straining material and pouted -- she mouthed "poor boy" and slid between my legs.

Kirsty knelt before me and tugged at the waistband of my shorts to release my rampant cock. It sprang free an inch or so away from Simone's face, her eyes tight shut but her expression slightly twisted with the pleasure of her self manipulations.

Kirsty pulled the solid rod vertical and began again the process of stroking its length up and down.

The situation was to say the least rather odd. My girlfriend was starting to wank me off over her sleeping friend's face who was in turn masturbating herself whilst apparently asleep.

Simone's hands were moving slightly faster and with more urgency, her bottoms were being drawn down so that both Kirsty and I could catch a glimpse of her bare pussy. We could hear the gently but distinctive sound of flesh on flesh as her fingers wound and circled at her inner lips

Kirsty was pulling at my cock slowly and deliberately, seemingly keeping time with Simone's exertions, building a rhythm with long up and down strokes. Her eyes were wide open in excitement and anticipation but she was taking care not to make a sound. 

I stared in turn at Kirsty, her perfectly painted red nails punctuated her delicate hand wrapped around my thick and throbbing shaft and Simone, frigging herself more energetically with every second.

Simone's body shook in rhythm with her frigging making her breasts ripple and jiggle in time with the motion. I couldn't help but slide my hand to cup at the warm mound, the nipple puffy and reddened as her arousal grew.

Simone shifted again, Kirsty froze, her hand on the down stroke, my tender end open and exposed to the cool air. Simone arched her back, raised her right hand up from her pussy, and leaving a glistening trail across the smooth and tanned skin of her flat stomach, moved it to her breast.

Again I sprang my hand away, taking the opportunity to tug her top clear of her tits as her back was raised up.

Her hand now rested at her fully exposed, pink and erect nipple, it was echoed by its partner, resplendent on her ample mound as Kirsty and I looked on.

Her fingers tweaked and gently pulled at the soft pink nub, making it stand prouder as her left hand waved and circled her snatch. We could smell her sex as she continued to tug and pull at her tender flesh. Subtle squelching sounds were coming from her left hand as she slid her fingers deep into her gash, her hips rising involuntarily against the motion and her back arching upward. 

Simone's breathing was now becoming laboured, surely she must wake up, I thought, as her body writhed and bucked with the obvious pleasure racing through her.

Her eyebrows arched, her body juddered, tensed, she thrust he hips upward and collapsed with a deep sigh as she reached her peak.

Meanwhile Kirsty was cupping my balls with one hand and pumping rhythmically at my tool with the other. As the sound of Simone's breathing subsided all that I could hear was the tell tale sound of Kirsty's hand beating against my flesh, spanking my monkey. Faster and faster Kirsty went, her eyes widening as my cock thickened in her hand.

As my cock swelled and grew tighter against her grip Kirsty's mouth fell open in a gasp. She knew I was going to come, she sped on, licking her lips provocatively. 

Finally I could take no more, I came, in waves, spurting my load over Simone's face and heaving chest. Kirsty beamed with delight, her eyes wide open and mouth agape as my tool pumped out a thick jet of come in an arc over her friends face, a few inches away from her fist beating at my tool.

Kirsty directed my pulsing cock away from Simone's face and over her heaving chest. I sent two or three more spurts over the soft mounds leaving thick and sticky lines of the salty fluid traced across her skin.

Kirsty's grip tightened to squeeze the last few drops of come out, the sticky fluid running down her slender fingers.

We both froze again hoping that this wouldn't wake her up. I struggled to regulate my breathing as Kirsty's grip release my twitching tool.

Silently she looked at the thick fluid in her fingers, turning them round in front of her, watching the thick globules run down the back of her wrist. She brought her hand to her mouth and ran her tongue up its length, lapping up the salty fluid. She lent forward and traced a path with her tongue up the lines of semen as she sucked up the thick streams from her friend's breasts. She paused to circle her hot and wet tongue over an erect and puckered nipple, drawing a satisfied sigh from her slumbering friend.

There was a complication; the first and biggest jet of my come was now dangerously close to running into Simone's mouth. She shifted again, the last globule was now resting on her outer lip. Gently Kirsty leant over and gave her a soft and tender kiss, sucking the last drop of my semen up. Simone pursed her lips, and her tongue darted out to moisten them as she rolled her head first left and then right.

I decided that it was the time to shift, I gently took a hold of Simone's head and swung out from under her, moving to the far left of the sofa. Simone followed, stretching out along the sofa, only her feet rested on the arm as she shuffled, sighed and continued her slumber.

The devil must have got into Kirsty because she swung over and pulled Simone's bottoms down, fully exposing her soft and shaven snatch. I stared at Kirsty as she lent down to remove her own bottom coverings. She took my arm and pulled my hand towards Simone's open petals. Still kneeling, I could see Kirsty's body jump and jerk in time with time with her fingers at her own hot cunt.

My hand easy slid down the moist cleft of Simone's pussy. Realising that I could reach and now had full access to its inner secrets I ran the tip of my finger down and into the warm tunnel. Simone sighed and a pained expression came over her face but she didn't stir. Her bottom settled and her hips gently tilted to meet the intrusion.

I cupped my palm against the warmth of her mound and slipped another finger into her moist depths. Kirsty was staring at my hand wedged at her friend's gash, her breathing in time with the stabbing of her fingers at her own snatch.

I released my fingers and ran them up the length of Simone's silky gash, drawing a sigh and shudder from her as she continued her sleep. Up and down I ran my fingers, circling her protruding clit and down beyond the hot and wet opening to her wrinkled and puckering brown bud.

I moved her wetness down and around the smooth and warm nub until I felt confident that I could insert a well lubed finger into its tight confines. Simone's mouth fell open and a louder, longer sigh emanated as I pushed my index finger, up to the first knuckle, into her tight and gripping orifice.




Sleep Sex with Simone



Kirsty's eyes were fixed in a stare and breathing turned into a series of pants as her body shuddered to an intense and overpowering orgasm. She fell forward against the soft flesh of her friend as the grip of pleasure tore through her hot and lithe frame.

Recovering some level of control and composure Kirsty's pursed her lips over Simone's button like nipple. She drew it in, sucked it hard and slurped noisily on the tender teat.

I started to feather my finger over Simone's clit, lightly but rapidly rubbing her wetness over the swollen hood. Faster and faster I went, whilst Kirsty sucked and nibbled at her nipple. 

Simone's body tensed, her hips rose up and she let out a gasp as she came in her sleep for the second time.

Kirsty lifted my hand and dove at the fingers, sucking and licking her friend's juices from them. She gasped as she thrust her fingers into her own snatch, replacing mine with her own in her mouth. 

"Mmmmm, who tastes better?" She asked sexily in a whisper placing two of her fingers deep inside herself.

Drawing them out with a gasp she offered them to me. I eagerly sucked on them, savouring their smell and the taste of the warm and greasy fluid. She lent across and inserted two fingers from her left hand into Simone's pouting snatch. Drawing yet another sigh and shuffle from her slumbering friend she drew her fingers in deep and circled them to gather an ample amount of her friend's musky come. Meanwhile she re-inserted two fingers from her right hand into her own.

She offered both hands to me, allowing me to sniff and lick at them, before devouring the sticky come from each set of fingers.

She repeated the act, delving at her own and her friend's cunt, this time she eagerly smelled and tasted her own juices in turn with those from her friend.

She shuffled left bent down and planted a soft and tender kiss on her friend's bald mound, blowing hot air over the tender and open gash below. Simone again shuffled and shuddered. With me gazing on, my cock still fully hard, Kirsty unfurled her tongue and ran its tip over Simone's puffy and exposed clit. 

She pushed her left hand under her friend's butt, lifting her quim upwards. Her right hand was flat against Simone's pubic mound pulling her cunt lips up and open, exposing her clit to Kirsty's eager and expert tongue, lapping and circling the tiny button. 

I slumped to the floor and swung the coffee table away, allowing me access to Kirsty's shapely and inviting ass. I massaged her soft and supple buttocks and moved forward. Kirsty adjusted her position, opened her legs and arched her back to allow me in.

Her muscles gripped my cock tight as it easily slipped into her wet and welcoming hole. I looked over her shoulder as she went down on her friend's snatch.

I thrust forward and deep, holding Kirsty's hips to keep my balance. In and out I probed, pausing slightly at the back stroke, waiting for her body to anticipate my forward thrust and grip my cock tight as I plunged it deep into her welcoming passage.

I don't know who came first, the next few minutes become a blur. I remember Kirsty whimpering as another orgasm tore through her. I remember seeing Simone's eyes flicker open, roll in their sockets and flicker shut as Kirsty's tongue brought her off again. She raised her hand and clutched my girlfriend's head toward her bucking and convulsing cunt with a series of pants and moans from her open mouth.

The sight and sounds of two women coming brought me off too, I started to pump my load as deep into Kirsty as I could with a series of hard and jabbing thrusts.

I looked on in horror, past the point of no return, as Simone's eyes blinked wide open and focused on me, my face twisted with pleasure. She glanced down at Kirsty and back at me as the waves of pleasure were racing through my loins.

"What the..... Chris, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded odd, out of phase with her lips and close to my ear.

"Oh, Chris!" I heard Kirsty say in a distant and disappointed tone the other side of me.

I woke up, with a start and in a state of confusion. My eyes were dazzled by what little light was in the room. I sensed Kirsty and Simone sat either side of me and realised in horror that my twitching cock had meant ..... Oh no, I thought as I glanced down and saw the tell tale wet patch and an enormous tent in my shorts. Both women were wide awake and well aware of my predicament.

"What the hell are you doing Chris?" Kirsty asked indignantly, "were you dreaming?"

Simone was choking back a nervous giggle, "Er, um, Chris, I think you'd better get a Cleanex or something."

Kirsty cocked an eyebrow at me, she cracked an embarrassed smile as my cock jumped and twitched involuntarily in my thin shorts.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she said rolling her eyes and searching for a tissue.

"It must have been a hell of a dream." Simone said, her eyes wide open and fixed on my bulging cock. "You were moaning something wicked, you woke both of us up."

"We've been watching you thrash about for about ten minutes." Kirsty added. "What were you dreaming about?"

"You don't want to know...." 

"I'm sure I don't, but it was a hell of a show." Simone added, her eyes still fixed on my still jerking and jumping cock.

Finding a small scrap of tissue, Kirsty dabbed at the sticky patch soaking through the thin cotton material.

"You'd better go upstairs and get changed." She suggested.

"Impressive! Can you walk with that thing like that?" Simone smirked and then gasped, audibly, as I stood showing the tent in my shorts in full profile.

I walked as confidently as I could towards the stairs trying to maintain what little dignity I had left. I was aware that both women's eyes were fixed on the rod jutting out in front of me, bouncing awkwardly with each step.

I climbed the stairs, turned left and headed into the open door at the end of the short passage and into the small master bedroom. It was a squeeze, with only a couple of feet either side of the large kings sized bed and barely enough room for a chest of drawers and dressing table at the end. The room is dimly lit and I could see by the rippling green curtains that Kirsty had opened the small windows to allow some air into the stuffy and confined space.

I threw my shorts on to the end of the cream duvet covering the bed. I opened a drawer in Kirsty's immaculately arranged dressing table, grabbed a wet wipe and stood cleaning the sticky goo matted into my pubic hair with the aid of her mirror. Kirsty came in, fought back a smirk and sought to reassure me.

"Are you OK?" She asked. "You have to admit that it was a hell of a moment. Simone and I were watching you for about ten minutes. God your cock was big, it seemed to be jumping all over the place, what were you thinking of? I must admit that it was quite hot, I think it was getting to Simone, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off you!"

She came close and whispered sexily in my ear, "I'll see to this later, keep it hard for me." She tenderly grabbed at my still hard cock and stroked it lovingly.

"In fact let me see if I can help in that department." She said with a glint in her eye as she kissed my neck and slid down my chest. She sank to her knees, looked up into my eyes, opened her silky lips and sunk my throbbing tool into her hot mouth. I sighed as my swollen gland reached the back of her throat. 

She withdrew and said, "What were you dreaming?" She knew I would confess to almost anything when she was sucking my cock. She paused and thrust back over my straining head making me sigh and push forwards with my hips.

Just at that moment Simone came bounding into the room, neither of us had heard her coming up the stairs.

"Awesome!" She exclaimed with a beam of delight. "My Kirsty, you naughty girl! Couldn't you wait?"

Kirsty froze, her eyes swivelled to her friend as She jumped on to the bed, the soft springs groaned under the shock and she bounced high on the mattress. She swung her legs up, lay down and propped herself up on one shoulder to get a better view of Kirsty seeing to me.

"Go on you two, don't let me stop you, let me enjoy the show. Jesus Kirst, I didn't believe you when you said he just stayed hard all night. But what you didn't say is that he is so big." Simone said with air of excitement.

Kirsty spun away, trying to keep my twitching cock away from her friend's open mouthed glare.

"Simone!" She exclaimed in embarrassment and trying to dissuade her further.

"Oh go on!" Simone urged. "It's not like I haven't seen anything like this before, it's just like hardcore. Sam and I used to fuck to it all of the time. If you put a show on for me....."

Kirsty pursed her lips and gestured at Simone to get off the bed. Simone looked at me pleadingly.

"It's OK with you isn't it Chris?"

I am not entirely sure how I responded, but I was stood there in front of her my fully erect cock, wet with my girlfriend's saliva, waving in front of me. After what I just been through I didn't know what to say or think.

"Go on Kirst, it'll be a laugh. You've always wanted to perform a little sex show, we've talked about it often enough." Simone insisted further, perhaps giving something away, but I was in no fit state to take note.

Kirsty repeated her embarrassed glance and paused to think of her response. She shrugged her shoulders and spun back around to face my engorged cock right in front of her eyes. She licked her full and pink lips seductively, opened them wide and went back to work on my cock extravagantly. She put a real show on for her friend, her hands clenched my buttocks and pulled me forward as she greedily sucked, lapped and bobbed her head at my cock.

I looked across at Simone, she lay with her mouth hung half open and her hand wavering upward across her belly.

"What were you dreaming about Chris?" Simone insisted. "Was it about me? That would be a real turn on if it was." She seductively looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and then fixed her stare at Kirsty sucking me off.

"Go on Chris tell us. Were we the objects of your fantasy?" Kirsty continued to probe as she started to pull gently at my cock in front of her friend, she was getting into this.

"You don't want to know." I repeated.

"I bet it was something naughty, perhaps involving some lesbo action. Men always dream about women doing it to one another. "Simone said, laying back. "Come on girl, may be its about time we did some of the old, you know what. It must have been a couple of years since we last...." 

Kirsty again glanced across at Simone in embarrassment. Simone raised her hands and cupped each breast through her top, my cock jumped and seemed to grow twice as hard as both Kirsty and I watched.

"I was only joking!" She exclaimed. "But this is hot."

"It started with Kirsty wanking me off over your face and tits." I admitted with a gulp. There was a long and pregnant pause.

Simone stared at my exposed and fully erect cock. I stared back at Simone as she lifted her top and found her hardening nipples. She sat up and removed the top, letting her pert breasts fall free and open to my gaze.

"I suppose it's only fair, I've seen yours...." Simone said rocking back. "I love it when a bloke talks dirty to me. Why don't we try it now?" She suggested eagerly.

"Try what?" I asked in confusion and disbelief.

Rolling her eyes, Kirsty took my arm and lead me closer to the bed. She stood and slowly peeled her pyjama bottoms off, exposing her perfect and round arse. She bent further offering me my favourite view of her neat and cleanly shaven clam. She rose erect and lifted her top over her head, her magnificent tits fell free, her nipples pink and puffy in the warm and dimly lit room.

She moved behind me, naked; I could feel the tickle of her silky soft and short pubes as she ground her crotch into my backside and the warmth of her ample breasts as she pushed them into my back. I grabbed her warm and soft buttock and began to squeeze at the supple flesh behind me.

She started wanking me off, in slow and tender strokes towards her friend's upper body. Her mouth caressed the back of my neck and shoulders, her hot breath sending waves of pleasure across my exposed skin.

"Did it happen like this?" She whispered sexily into my ear, her hot breath against my neck.

"Uh huh." Was all I could muster as Simone yanked off her pyjama bottoms to expose her long legs, I looked up and along them to her feast my eyes on her smooth mound. She opened her legs just enough to expose her puffy cunt lips to my eager gaze.

"Now," she said, "let's see if you can come as much as Kirsty says you can."

I wasn't sure if I was still awake or dreaming. My fantasy had started to come to life but Simone seemingly had other ideas.

"What happened after you came over me?" Simone asked as she continued to stare at my thick cock being manipulated by Kirsty's expert grip. Her right hand was tracing a path from her breast down towards her hot pussy. I continued to fix my stare at her fleshy cunt.

"Kirsty licked it all off and it ended in the usual way." I said trying not to blink.

Kirsty exchanged sexy and knowing glances with Simone, encouraging her further.

"The usual way?" She asked.

"With me getting a right good fucking from behind." Kirsty replied.

"Sounds interesting, I can't wait! Let's get on with it then." She said rubbing her hands over her silky mound and down over her opening gash. She slowly ran her slender finger down the crack and deftly pushed it into her tight hole for me to see, all of the while looking directly into my eyes. She withdrew the finger and spread the glistening fluid up the length of her slit, pausing at her clit before returning it to her wetness for more.

Once wet enough Simone started to circle her clit, sighing faintly as she massaged her tender nub. She leant forward for a closer look as Kirsty slowly manipulated my rock hard member, her nostrils flared slightly as she caught my scent. She raised herself further up and said,

"Sorry, I can't resist." She lunged forward and took my end into her hot mouth. "Mmmmmm you taste good." She said before again plunging my tool back into her mouth.

Kirsty held the base of my cock firm allowing her friend easy access to the exposed head. I felt Simone's warm hand cup my balls as Kirsty released me and moved around the room to the other side of the bed. She climbed on, lent over and pulled Simone reluctantly off me, laying her flat down on the bed. She went straight to her breasts, kneading and licking at them attentively.

"Don't just stand there!" Simone barked. "Lick me out." She opened her legs wide to invite me in.

I looked up in a panic, the wafer thin walls of the bedroom provided little acoustic protection from the neighbours. I put my finger to my lips and pointed, I didn't want them to overhear. But I didn't need a second invitation either. It wasn't exactly as in my dream but what the hell I thought as I quickly sprang on to the bed and into position between her long and shapely legs.

The smell and taste of her sex was very different to Kirsty's, somehow more intoxicating. I studied her folded inner lips, pinker and having more flesh, than the clean lines of Kirsty's silken slit. Her cunt was juicy as my tongue found the tender cleft. I paused to gain my bearings and identify where her swollen button might be hiding.

I went to work, circling her inner lips until my tongue sensed the hard button of her clit hiding under its hood. I rolled my tongue over and under the flap of pale and thin skin making her jump and thrust her hips upward. I ran my moistened tongue down her furrow until I reached the entrance to her hot and wet opening. I plunged my tongue in as deep as I could and then back up and along her open folds to her exposed clit. I circled and repeated, mixing and matching darting thrusts with long drawn licks, shaking my head and lightly nibbling at her tender knob.

Kirsty sucked and licked at Simone's hardened nipple, massaging and tweaking the other breast adeptly with her hand. Simone writhed and gasped for air as Kirsty and I tended to her body, her chest heaved, her breathing uneven and her hips ground back up towards my head.

"I want to watch!" Kirsty exclaimed. She spun her leg over Simone's head and straddled her face, planting her glistening pussy over her friend's red lips.

Kirsty and I watched each other. I watched in awe as Kirsty's face twisted with the pleasure of her friend skilfully tonguing her pussy, echoing my exertions. Kirsty watched me tongue at her friend's eager and spread open snatch trying to illicit the same response as she was getting from Simone.

Kirsty came first, I knew she would, she always had a short fuse when I went down on her. She drew a series of short pants and collapsed forward, her legs clamping around Simone's head. I raised my head and offered my come covered lips and tongue to her mouth. She sucked at it hard and drew my tongue in for a deep kiss. Breaking off she followed me down and lapped at Simone's protruding clit, the exposed hood standing proud and glistening with both Kirsty's and my saliva. 

We kissed again, again exchanging Simone's juices. This time I went back to the tender button. Kirsty and I swapped and kissed in turns. The oral onslaught made Simone moan and writhe in ecstasy. God she was wet! Her come was almost gushing out. She came, thrashing her arms and legs, as I inserted two fingers into her convulsing and pulsating hole.

Kirsty sat back beyond Simone's head, her back against the cool plaster wall and her butt raised to a perfect height on the two pillows beneath her. She spread her legs wide open to allow me to marvel at the clean lines of her open gash, her dark pink inner lips sparkling with her juices in the half light and her neatly trimmed bush, clipped to a black stripe, pointing the way downward, towards heaven. I glanced upward, studying her impressive boobs, highlighted by her proud and erect nipples. I looked up at her face, her lips dark and swollen, her cheeks flushed red with pleasure and her forehead damp with perspiration.

Simone lay still, her chest still heaving with the intensity of her orgasm. Her pores had opened and her body blushed and glowed with the soft sheen of sweat on her pale and tender flesh. Goose bumps rose as she regained her composure slightly.

"I want to watch you fuck her doggy fashion, like you do it to me." Kirsty said to me in a deep and guttural tone. "I want you to lick me out whilst he fucks you." She said looking deep into Simone's sparkling blue eyes.

Simone sprang up as if electrified, rolled over and settled on all fours. She raised her shapely arse and wiggled it invitingly towards me. I needed no further prompting; I raised myself up and thrust forward. Both Simone and I gasped as my thick tool parted her hot and wet inner lips.

Simone lent down and sucked noisily at Kirsty's wipe open snatch. I looked down to see Simone's brown bud clench and release with each deep stroke. With each thrust I pushed her mouth forward and on to Kirsty's sex, drawing a gasp from her as she massaged her breasts and pulled at her nipples.

It was all happening so fast, in my dream it seemed to go on forever, but here I was, rapidly approaching my second climax. I began to thrust with more urgency, my cock thickening in the confines of Simone's tight passage. Her muscles held me in a tight sheath as I thrust in deeper and harder. Kirsty knew I was about to come and looked on in excitement.

I thrust in deep as I felt my sap rise, and with short strokes, I gripped Simone's hips and blew my load. As I pumped streams of my hot come deep into Simone's welcoming cunt I gazed upon Kirsty, her expression twisted with pleasure, her bright eyes fixed intently on me and on my pleasure. 




Sleep Sex with Simone



Simone, sensed the jets of my sticky cargo erupting inside of her, and came again. Her cunt gripped and rippled against my throbbing cock, milking every last drop of the thick and salty fluid. She exhaled wildly at Kirsty's gaping crack and bucked her hips so hard that she collapsed face down in Kirsty's trembling and damp loins.

I am not sure if Kirsty came but she rolled her eyes, sighed heavily, clawed and pulled at her rigid nipples, as both Simone and I panted and shuddered in a post orgasmic glow. 

I flopped, face down on to the bed and rolled over. Simone followed me into the spoons position, pushing her supple and warm arse at my hot and swollen balls. Kirsty rolled over and down to join us, pushing her spiky bush into my backside, sandwiching me between her and Simone. I could feel the soft mounds of Kirsty's ample chest and the poke of her rock hard nipples, heaving into my back as both women pressed their naked frames tight against me, each of us sticky and shiny with sweat.

"Wow!" Simone said slowly and quietly. It was all any of us could say or think as we lay stuck together in a satisfied embrace. 

This happened a couple of months ago. None of us have talked about it much since, apart from some embarrassed remarks over breakfast early the next morning. Kirsty and I haven't seen much of Simone at the house either, all though I did hear that she had, yet another, new boyfriend.

I am not sure if we will be able to repeat the experience but will always live in hope.



Sleep Sex



"Why are you so cold?" I asked, I already knew the answer because I'd left him downstairs naked and asleep on the sofa but I wanted to know what he remembered.

"I must have gone downstairs in the night, I was asleep in the living room, naked – I got icicles where no man should have icicles!"

I turned and smiled at him as his hands snaked around my waist, just holding, nothing else. It felt nice. "I love you Mike" I said simply "now go back to sleep, it's too early to get up, and you still smell of drink!"

He laughed quietly "I'm sorry I got back so late but it was worth it, I got the client."

"I'm really pleased for you Mike, now sleep!"

Then he hesitated for a second "You don't mind me just holding you? Nothing else?"

"Go back to sleep honey" I said. Sex with Mike was the last thing on my mind!

We slept until late in the morning, I was still entwined with Mike. "Morning sleepyhead" he murmured rubbing his lips over my shoulder. Then he quietly slipped out of bed, a second later I heard the shower running. 

I smiled to myself, usually I would feel rejected but I knew that on some level Mike still wanted me. He obviously knew nothing of what he was doing to me as he slept. And for me it was like taking a lover but not cheating. The sleeping Mike's lovemaking was so different from 'my Mike' that it did feel like I was doing it with another man but I wasn't the one who was starting these encounters. I was getting some of the best sex of my life, it wasn't my fault if Mike couldn't remember it.

I waited until Mike had gone for his usual round of Saturday golf, I knew he would be gone for at least 3 or 4 hours. His briefcase still sat next to the front door where he had dropped it the night before. Quickly I carried it into the kitchen, setting it down on the kitchen counter. It only took me a few minutes to go through it, I found nothing that led me to believe that he was having an affair. Then I felt guilty for even looking for proof.

And so for the last four months, things have been pretty much the same. Mike goes to work, has late business lunches and nights out, I stay at home, look after the house, do the shopping, go swimming twice a week – Everything much the same except that I have sex two or three times a week, fantastic sex, with a man who looks like my husband but is pretty much a stranger.

Oh, there is one thing different, I did go to my friendly, elderly doctor who prescribed sleeping tablets for me when I told him of my insomnia. Pretty strong they are too, one is enough to knock Mike out for the night. He always wakes up the next morning not knowing why he feels so refreshed.



Sleep Softly Sweet Sister



He watched her sleep. Her porcelain skin looked so inviting, yet he willed himself not to touch her. Every night he came into her room. Sometimes he sat for hours, fantasizing about being inside her. 

He gently moved the sheets back, exposing her naked flesh. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples large and pink, getting harder as the cool night air caressed them. How he longed to take a nipple into his mouth and suck on it. Many times he had reached out to touch her, but always he held back. 

He moved the sheets from her body completely now. He appreciated how well maintained she kept herself. Never had he noticed the tiniest amount of hair on her body. He knew that she shaved every day, because he sometimes watched her in the shower also.

He gazed longingly at her smooth mound. He wanted so bad to spread her creamy thighs open and bury his face in her cunt and run his tongue in and around her clit. He dreamed of tasting her sweet juices and digging his tongue deep into her.

As he had done many nights before, he reached into his boxers and pulled out his erection. As he drank in the sight of his sister's naked body, be began stroking his cock. He moved his fist up and down slowly. He licked his lips as he stared at her smooth pussy. Twisting his wrist round and round, he stroked a little faster. 

He closed his eyes, fantasizing about her. He was so engrossed in his fantasy that he never noticed she had woken up and was watching him. Curiously, she watched as the tip of his cock glistened with pre cum. He moved his hand over the tip and moistened his cock with it as he handled his erection.

She never knew that he watched her. On a few occasions, she noticed that some of her panties went missing. She wondered if he was the reason. Was he taking them and using them to masturbate with as he dreamed of her? She couldn't help but be aroused by the thought. 

Her brother was extremely good looking and all her friends were half in love with him. Yet, she noticed he hadn't dated many girls. She just assumed none of them were pretty enough for him to be interested in. 

She watched as he masturbated. She had no idea that he had such a big and beautiful cock. The head of it seemed enormous. Her mouth watered as she watched it spew forth gobs and gobs of thick, creamy cum. Not wanting to be caught, she quickly closed her eyes and willed herself to breathe easy, pretending to still be asleep.

Spent, he opened his eyes and looked at her again. Her face seemed flush and her nipples were big and swollen, almost as if she were aroused. Looking down, he saw that he was covered in his own cum. He rose and covered her body before going back to his own room.

The next day she watched him. His muscles glistened with sweat as he mowed the back yard. She found herself getting aroused, but quickly chastised herself for thinking this way about her brother. Yet, she couldn't help thinking about that huge cock and how good it would feel to have it buried deep, deep inside her.

She was still watching him when her mother came up behind her and said, "Honey, don't forget your father and I are leaving this afternoon to go see Aunt Grace. We'll be gone until tomorrow afternoon."

She turned to smile at her and replied, "Don't worry Mom. We'll be all right."

"Don't you have a date with Kevin tonight?" her mother asked.

"Yes. We're going to the movies."

Her mother shook her head and said, "I sure wish your brother would date more. Oh well, I have to pack."

Later that evening, as she came downstairs for her date, she noticed how her brother's eyes traveled up and down her body

"Do I look all right?" she asked him.

He blushed and mumbled, "Yeah, you look fine." 

But she noticed the bulge in his trousers and smiled.

During the whole movie, she kept imagining his hands all over her body. She wondered how it would feel to take his cock into her mouth and feel its velvety smoothness going down her throat. She longed to feel his hot cum shooting all inside her mouth.

At the end of the night, inside Kevin's car, she imagined it was her brother's lips she was kissing and his hands that were inside her shirt. She held him off, but could feel a trickle of wetness running down her thigh as she got out of the car and headed inside.

The house was dark when she went upstairs to her room. She undressed and climbed into bed, anticipating her brother's arrival. This time, she didn't cover herself with the sheet, but lay on top of them naked.

An hour or so later, she heard her door open softly and she closed her eyes. She heard him gasp as he took in the sight of her naked body on the bed. A few minutes later, she heard him jacking off and stole a look at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut and a look of pleasure was on his face.

She moved her fingers over her wet mound and slowly inserted a finger inside. Getting it nice and wet, she started tracing circles over and around her clit. When she moaned, his eyes flew open and he stared at her, cock in hand.

"Don't stop on my account brother dear," she said. "I was rather enjoying the show."

"How long have you been watching me?" he asked.

"Since you came in. I woke up last night and saw you masturbating," she told him. "How often do you sneak into my room at night and do that?"

He blushed and stammered, "Ev...every n-night."

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. "Do you want to bury your prick in my cunt?"

"Oh god, sis. Yes, yes!" he exclaimed.

Getting off the bed, she walked over to him and straddled him in the chair. She moved her slick finger over his lips and watched as he licked her juices off. She felt his hands grab a hold of her hips as he lowered her onto his cock. She gasped as she felt his large head enter her. He thrust upwards until his whole cock filled her. 

He reached up and grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and brought her face down to his. She gripped tightly to his shoulders as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. With his other hand he cupped her breast and squeezed. When his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, she moaned and began grinding on his cock

She rode him hard, screaming as she reached one orgasm after another. She could feel her cum oozing out and coating his cock. She felt him bite her on the neck as she squeezed his hardness inside her.

"Oh god, sis. You feel so good!" he exclaimed. "God, you're so tight. You're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum inside me! Now!" she cried.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He buried his cock up to the hilt and squirted all of his seed inside her. She collapsed against his chest, panting. He stroked her hair and held onto her tight.

"Damn, sis, I knew it would be good. But I never imagined you could feel that good."

She giggled and buried her face in his neck. "Well, I never thought I would be fucking my brother either. But when I saw you last night, I knew I had to feel that beautiful cock inside of me."

Slowly, she kissed his lips one more time then moved off of him and stood up, his cum seeping down her leg. 

He watched as she walked out the room and down the hall. He heard the taps as she started the shower. Steam floated out the bathroom door into the hallway. 

She appeared at the bathroom door and motioned for him to join her....

To be continued.....