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Dream On

By: The_Sweeper



Normally, I am a science fiction writer. I mostly write about time travel. After experiencing this dream the other night, I had to write everything down. I’m still trying to figure out how to combine time travel and erotic fiction. Maybe someday I’ll figure it out. Please try to forgive the humor in the first part of the story. I add a little humor in my stories and it doesn’t change the outcome. ©2003 Sweeper43™ Productions

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       It all started on a Friday night. You see, I work two jobs and I also work every day of the week, but lately, who doesn’t work 7 days a week? I guess you might say that I have an odd combination of jobs. I am a computer programmer during the day, and in the afternoon and evening I work at a fast food restaurant. No, I’m not the manager there, I am basically a grunt. I only have two evenings off a week. One of them is Monday night (I’m a wrestling fan, you see, so I gotta watch Raw) and the other is Friday night. Normally I would do things I need to. Grocery shopping and laundry needed to be done on Friday, but on this night, I needed to unwind. There was nothing to prepare me for what was about to happen. 

       I arrived home at about 4 in the afternoon from cashing my paychecks and picking up a few things I needed at the grocery store to tide me over until I actually needed to go shopping. I sat myself down at my computer and turned it on. I logged onto the internet and almost immediately, my daughter sent me an instant message.

 “Hey, dad. What you doing tonight?”

       This kind of caught me by surprise because usually she starts off a conversation with one of the many problems that a typical 16-year-old teenage girl has. But I played along, just to see if she was going to turn the conversation toward boys anytime soon.

       “Probably nothing. I’m a little tired and you know how bad the weekends are for me. I’ll probably watch a movie or two and get to bed early. I got to be into work tomorrow at 6am. You got something planned for me?”

       “No. I just want to make sure you’re not over doing it. Why don’t you go out for a while and blow off some steam? Last time I saw you, you were pretty tense.”

       She was right. I was wound up tighter than Eddie Van Halen’s guitar from all the long hours I had worked in the past few weeks and, quite honestly, I did need to let off some steam.

       “You know, you’re right. I have been a little edgy as of late. This is probably the first time I’ve taken your advice in over two years. I’m gonna go and hop in the shower, change and then figure out where I’m gonna go tonight, ok?”

       “You should listen to me more often, dad. You go and have some fun and tell me all about it tomorrow, ok?” My daughter replied.

       “Ok, brat. There probably won’t be much to tell. You know the way I am.” I typed as I let out a sigh.

       “Don’t worry about that, pop. Just go and be yourself. Gram wants to use the line to make a phone call, so I’ll talk to you later.” She wrote. She managed to log off the messenger before I could reply to her.

       It’s hard for me to be myself when I go out for a couple of reason. I rarely go anywhere except to work or shopping. If I do go out, it’s usually one of two local places that are here in town. Both are rather small and can get pretty crowded on a Friday night. The other reason I don’t go out a lot is even simpler. I’m almost deaf. I suffer from something the doctor called Autoimmune Ear Disease. It’s not contagious, and it’s not passed down from your parents. I would have rather lost my hearing at an Aerosmith concert than the way I did. This disease just takes your hearing away quicker than you can ever imagine. In 6 months, I went from “normal” hearing to deaf. There’s no cure for this, so I am stuck with it.

       I signed off the computer, shut it down and took my shower. As I got out and started getting dressed, I realized that I really didn’t have the “proper” attire to go out. My clothing collection consists of mainly jeans and racing shirts. Except for my work clothes, Dale Earnhardt shirts make up my apparel. I finally found one shirt that had a collar on it, kinda like a gold shirt, even though I hate golf. I finished getting dressed then I looked in the mirror. I combed my hair and finished with the rest of my preparations and sighed as I looked in the mirror one last time. 

       “If I am going out, it had better be somewhere outside of town. Looking the way I do, it’s the best thing.” I thought out loud to myself.

       I’m not handsome, good-looking, or even cute. I’m 35, I have dirty blond hair (my mom says it’s red, but I can’t see it) and blue eyes. I stand 6’ 3” and have a few extra pounds on me. I wear glasses and a hearing aid that sometimes is more of a hassle than it is helpful. I thought that, even before I had stepped foot out the door, that since I was going out, I would only stay an hour or so. I had to make sure I got home so that I had enough sleep to start Saturday off right. 

       I grabbed my jacket, my favorite CD (Joan Jett & The Blackhearts), and my keys as I headed out the door. I hopped in my Cavalier, cranked up both the engine and the CD player and I was off to what I figured was the biggest waste of time since “Ishtar”. (Was probably one of the worst movies ever made without one of the Baldwin brothers in it) I decided to head north. I knew of a place close to where I worked my second job. I picked there for a couple of reasons. One, if things got real bad for me at the nightclub, I could show up at work and they’d put me right to work. And if I got too drunk to drive, the nightclub was in the lounge of a hotel so I could stay the night there and be right ready to go to work the next morning (I even put my work clothes in the car, just in case. Strange, I know, but remember, this is a dream). 

       I pulled into the parking lot of the nightclub and turned my car off. I must have sat there for about 30 minutes debating with myself. I wanted to go in, but then again, I didn’t. I sent the twelve voices in my head out like a judge sends a jury out to deliberate. (Remember, it’s a dream) The voices came back almost as quickly as they left and the decision was unanimous. I was informed that I was to go into the club, no questions asked. After firing the voice that was my defense attorney, I opened the car door and got out. Closing the door behind me, I started walking towards the nightclub door. I got to about 10 feet in front of the door, looked up into the sky, sighed and said to myself that this was a mistake. Mistake or not, I opened the door and walked through it. 

       This was the first time I had been in this club, but there wasn’t anything different about it. There was a bar (Duh!), about 15 tables with accompanying chairs and a stage. There wasn’t any band equipment on the stage, just what appeared to be DJ equipment and a large video screen. I took a seat at the far end of the bar and the bartender approached me.                “What’ll you have?”

       “You got Corona?”

       “It’s your dream, right?”

       “Ok, give me one.” I said as I chuckled. “Everybody’s a smart ass in my dreams.” I thought to myself. 

       The bartender gave me my beer and I motioned to the stage and the equipment set up on it.

       “What kind of music does the DJ here play? And don’t tell me that ‘It’s got a good beat and you can dance to it’ “ 

       Laughing, the bartender replied “He plays just about anything, but even he has his limits.”

       “What won’t he play?” I asked inquisitively.

       “He hates the Backstreet Boys and Hanson. Mention either of them to him, and he’ll go postal.” The bartender told me as he looked toward the front door.

       “No problem. I’ve had my fill of both of them anyway.” I said as I took a long drink from my beer.

       As time ticked away, the nightclub started to fill up. I stayed on the corner stool of the bar in the darkness hoping that if anyone I knew came in, that they wouldn’t recognize me. I knew if I could get out of the bar without being embarrassed, my weekend would go rather smoothly and uneventful. In my younger days, I had spent plenty of time in bars getting drunk and getting into fights and I wasn’t up to that anymore. 

       It had been about 2 hours and 3 beers since I had arrived at the bar. I decided that it was just about time I head home. I figured I would finish my beer, wait about 15 minutes and then I would head out to my car for the 30-mile trip home. I wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen, though.

       My allotted time had passed and I was about to leave when she walked in. I didn’t notice a first because she was accompanied with a couple of female friends. My stool gave me a pretty good view of the people that would come in or go out of the bar without them really seeing me. I planned this because if I had noticed someone I know walk in, I was ready to leave at a moments notice. Anytime that I go out, I always have my escape plan handy.

       Her name is Lisa. She stands about 5’9”, has dark hair and a smile that would light up even the darkest room. She has a dark blue blouse on plus a pair of black jeans (I know it’s a dark room, but trust me, that what she was wearing.) She didn’t notice me, thankfully, and sat with her friends at a table about 15 feet away from me. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, but I knew if I tried I would walk right by them and she would most likely stop me before I had gotten to the door. I had to think of another way to get out without her seeing me.

       (Time to take a little detour. Pan down if you just want to continue the dream)

       Let me tell you a little about Lisa. We’ve been friends for quite a few years. We worked together in a couple of places. I had heard things about her and her work habits in one of the places we worked but I knew them to be untrue and I had always stood up for her. She was a joy to work with and one of the reasons I had kept working there even though I had another offer to work somewhere else for more money. I was first affected by her smile there. We became quick friends and somehow, I truly knew that I could talk to her about anything and she wouldn’t judge me. She helped me get through the rough time I had after my wife had left me, and I had been there for her to talk to when she had problems with the guy she was dating. On her off days, if I was working and she came in, she would make her presence felt. I would usually act like I was annoyed, but she knew better. Anytime I had a chance to talk to her or even just to see her, I was overjoyed. Soon I started to develop deep feelings toward her, but never came right out and said anything. She is younger than I am and I didn’t think she’d ever have anything to do with me for that reason (Stupid, I know). She came to see me one Friday night at work wanting to talk. We were real busy so she kept coming in every one in a while during the night. I could see she was really emotional and needed to talk. Finally, around 10pm, I had a break in the action. The manager told me to take a break, and I never hesitated. Lisa was standing by the door. She looked like she had been crying, but I couldn’t be sure. We went outside and talk for what seemed like an eternity, but yet ended quicker than I wanted it to. I’m unsure what we talked about except I’m sure it was that her and her boyfriend had broken up. I remember hugging her, but quickly apologized since I was rather sweaty from working and I didn’t know how she would react to my hug. I apparently had a good effect on her as I saw her the next day and the smile was there, ever present. Not long after that, I’m pretty sure she made up with her boyfriend. 

       Over the next couple of years, we continued to work together until she left her job to take hair styling classes. I knew she’d be good at it, because she was good at whatever job she had. Somehow I had managed to find a girlfriend that lived about an hour away from where I lived. We dated for about a year before she asked me to come live with her. I wanted to talk to Lisa and tell her what was happening, but I couldn’t find her. It turns out it was the worst mistake I’ve ever made. I ended up having to move back after less than a year with her. I never spoke to this woman again for reasons I will not go into. My first day back, I implored my daughter to find Lisa so I could talk to her. I know she tried, but she couldn’t find her. One day while talking to another person I worked with, she told me that she knew where Lisa was working. I almost kissed her! She then told me something that took me a little by surprise: Lisa was married. I was happy for her. I was in love with her but never said anything, so I was a little taken aback, but was still pleased. I found her where she worked and quickly applied at the same place and started working with her almost immediately. We had been work together for a few months and one night I decided that no matter the consequences, I had to tell her my feelings for her. I knew there was a chance that I could get my face slapped, but I knew it was time to get this load off my shoulders once and for all. 

       I finished my shift and since it wasn’t all that busy, I asked her if I could talk to her out back for a minute. She followed me outside and we stood next to my car (the same Cavalier that’s in the dream sequence). I told her that I had something that I wanted to say and that I had wanted to say it for a very long time. She told me that I could tell her anything, and that I should just come out and say it. I told her that there was a possibility that she may not like what I had to say, and she told me I was crazy (I was). I looked her right in the eyes and finally said what I had wanted to say for the longest time.

       “Lisa, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time. I’ve wanted to say this before but never had the courage. I’m sorry if this upsets you and you can hate me if you want, but I had to say it. I’m sorry”

       Lisa cracked the smile that has made me feel so good for so long and said, “I already knew. I’m not mad.”

       We continued working with each other for a while after that. I had even made myself available to work with her on my nights off. I would normally sit in the parking lot and she knew that if I was needed, all she had to do was step outside and I would run right in and help anyway I could. 

       She left that job a couple of months after the incident with me spilling my guts. I didn’t see her for a while as I had health problems that landed me in the hospital on several occasions. When I returned to work about a month after my initial hospital admission, I saw her again. I was walking into work when she spotted me, and drove up right next to me. We talked for a few minutes and during this conversation, I noticed her placing her hand on her stomach. I didn’t need to ask because I knew right away. She was pregnant. I didn’t see her again until after the baby was born. I was happy for her and even though I had deep feelings for her, I wanted what was best for her. 

       I’ve met up with her several times since she had the baby, a beautiful little girl that has inherited her mother smile. We’ve talked in depth on-line and in person and I have had the pleasure of accompanying her shopping a few times. I am still there for her and she knows this. I am happiest when I am talking to her or around her. I love her making her smile, because I know she can’t fake that smile around me.

       (And now, back to the dream.)

       I realize that if I am going to make it out of the club without her seeing me my best bet would be to “skirt” my way out the door. That means that I would, in essence, walk next to the wall all the way around the club until I had gotten to the front door and then I’d make a break for it. It was at that point the DJ stopped playing upbeat music and said he was going to slow things down. Since I figured that this was right on cue, now was the best time to get out. I got off the stool as the first notes of the next song played. Something stopped me from walking away from the stool. I turned around to see what Lisa was doing and to see if anyone had come over to ask her to dance. I simply saw her looking up at the colored lights on the ceiling that were moving in all different directions. I could see her letting out a little sigh the look down at her drink. She took the stirrer and stirred the drink. She then looked around the room. I saw her eyes look into mine for a brief second. Part of me wanted her to see me and maybe come over and ask me to dance, but another part of me hoped that she wouldn’t. 

       At that point, the twelve voices in my head came back. I wanted to ignore them, but it was useless. 

       “You are to go over to her and ask her to dance when the next song starts. Since you fired the attorney voice a while ago, you have no alternative. Resistance is futile” One of the voices said. The other 11 were voicing their similar opinions in the background. 

       “Just want I needed, manipulation without representation. There’s only one song that would make me go over there and ask her and there’s no way I’m telling you what that song is, so there! And since when did Star Trek come into this?” I said to the voices.

       “The Star Trek bit was logical and we already know what the song is and we have told the DJ to play it next.” Was the reply.

       I was a little shocked at that and said “How can you do that? Damn it, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a telepath!”

       “You forget that this is a dream and anything is possible here. Now get ready to make your way over to her.”

       I smiled and said “If anything is possible, I don’t have to do what you say.”

       A voice came back and said “Well, that’s true, but if you don’t do this, we will leave and we will replace our voices with those of the Baldwin brothers.”

       I got angry “Ok, alright! You win. Last thing I need is to hear all 27 Baldwin brothers talking at once. I can barely stand to hear one! You know, this is blackmail, don’t you?”

       “Yea, we do.” The voice said “But it’s not illegal in a dream and an awful lot of fun. Your song is coming so you’d better get going.”

       No sooner as the voice had finished speaking, I found myself standing up and moving away from the barstool. I had been sitting for a while so I had to wait a couple of seconds for the blood to get back into my legs. I finally made my first step and started walking towards Lisa. The music started and I was almost at her table. She wasn’t looking my way so I thought I might be able to get around the table and get out of the bar if I was fast enough. It never happened. Something made my legs lock up when I got about 5 feet in front of the table. The song hadn’t been playing more than five seconds but somehow, I had covered all that ground in such a short time frame.

       I love rock music but I do like the occasional ballad as long as it’s done well, not just thrown together. And at that time, what was playing was one of the ballads that I adored and I had danced to with a beautiful girl during my college stay. During the 80s, there was a film released that starred Gregory Hines and Mikhail Baryshnikov called “White Nights”. I watched the movie several times and I liked it. But more than the movie, I was enthralled by the “theme song” of the movie. The song was called “Say You, Say Me” and was performed by Lionel Richie. In no time I had the words and the entire video memorized. I must have sang that song a million times and every time that I did, in my mind I was singing to someone who at that time meant more to me than anything. I had always dreamed that when I met the right woman, I would dance with her to this song. I couldn’t sing worth a damn, so dancing was the best I could do.


Dream On



Dream On

An Old Man's Fantasies

Let me explain the sub-title. I am a seventy-four year old widower who has not had sex with a woman in close to fifteen years. My sex life, if you can call it that, exists entirely of masturbation facilitated by an active imagination. Some of my favorite 'jerk off' fantasies appear below.

Please excuse my use of a pseudonym. This is about me, and I would not like others to know that I'm really as obsessed with sex as I am.

By the way, the "a" in Lang is pronounced as though it's an "o". (Long) Yes, that's part of my fantasy. My hard on is not actually long enough to make any woman swoon, but it feeds my ego to think it is. But let's get on with this story.

Fantasy One

Karen

Late January often brings heavy snows to the area where I live, but in January 1991 the third weekend was a doozy. Snow drifts ten to twelve feet deep built up on the windward side of buildings and other tall structures.

The storm started around three in the afternoon that Friday, just in time to make driving difficult, if not dangerous, for those who had to drive home from their jobs in the city.

I'm retired, and I had a good supply of food, reading materials, booze, and adult video tapes on hand so I didn't mind the prospect of being snowed in for a couple of days. I merely went out to the wood pile, and brought in enough wood to keep a good fire in the fireplace for up to a week if need be.

Along about 6:00 o'clock that evening, while I was cooking supper for myself, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door I looked into the face of one of the most attractive women I had seen in years. At least she would have been had her face not been so distorted by fear and anxiety.

Before I could say anything, she said, "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, but the road is so bad, and the visibility is so poor that I'm afraid to drive any farther. Can I use your phone to call a taxi?"

"Come in. Yes, certainly you may use my phone."

"Thank you."

I led her into my library and showed her where the phone was. "Excuse me," I said, "I'm cooking supper and need to make sure the noodles don't boil over." With that I left her to make her phone call. In the kitchen, I made sure I had cooked enough for two people. I suspected, and hoped, that she would be with me a while.

She looked distraught when I returned to the library. "You look troubled," I said. "Is something wrong?"

"The state police have closed all of the roads in the county to all but emergency vehicles. I can't get a taxi, and I have no other way to get home."

"Well, my place isn't fancy, but you can stay here with me until the roads are cleared. Is there anyone you need to call so that he or she won't be worried?"

"Thank, thank you. Yes, I need to call my roommate, Inga." With that she picked up the phone again and dialed it. After a full minute she hung the phone up. "Inga's not home yet. I let the phone ring ten times. She usually answers by the fourth ring when she's there."

"Well, you can try again later, but it's possible that she too is stuck somewhere and can't get home."

"I hope not."

"I hope not, too, but there's nothing either of us can do about it right now. I have supper prepared, and there's enough for both of us. Let's eat, and then you can try again to call Inga."

"Thank you." She sniffed and wiped a tear from her eye, and then said, "I'm Karen Wilson. I appreciate what you're doing for me."

"I'm glad to know you Karen, and no thanks are necessary. I'm glad to have company, although I wish it were under better circumstances. My name is Lang Hardon. (No, I didn't pronounce it as long hard-on. I pronounced both the "a" in Lang and the one in Hardon with a long "a" as it is pronounced in Europe, and gave the "o" in Hardon a soft "u" sound. Laang Haardun.)

"Lang, this Stroganoff is delicious. Are you a chef?"

"No, Karen, cooking is a hobby for me now. I was a restaurant manager for a while and had to fill in for the chef on occasion, but was never actually a chef."

"Well, you could fool me. Everything you served was wonderful."

Karen was beginning to look more relaxed and less anxious. "Would you like to call Inga again," I asked.

"Yes, please."

"Inga finally got home. She was almost frantic with worry until I told her that you had taken me in and that I'm okay."

"Good. Would you like a glass of wine, or something else to drink?"

"If you have some, I'd love a little brandy."

"Now there's a lady after my own heart. I was going to have a brandy myself."

I took Karen into the living room and moved a second easy chair next to mine in front of the fireplace, and then went to pour our drinks. When I returned Karen had taken off her high heeled shoes and was sitting with her legs stretched out toward the fire.

"I'm glad you've made yourself comfortable," I told her as I handed her a snifter of Asbach Uralt. "I hope you like German Weinbrand. I have some American brandy and some cognac also, but I prefer this."

"I've never had any Asbach, but it smells pleasant. I'm sure I'll like it."

We sat sipping our drinks and just chatting, getting to know one another, as it was, for nearly an hour. During that time I put some quiet music on, and kept the volume turned down low enough that it didn't interfere with what we were saying.

As we sat talking, Karen curled her legs up under her, and in so doing gave me a good look under her skirt almost to her panties. I liked what I saw. Her silk hose covered calves and thighs were beautiful.

Either she didn't know she was showing me her charms, or it didn't bother her. At the time I didn't know which. I hoped that it was the latter.

I know you're thinking that it's taking me too long to get to the action you were hoping for when you started reading this, but be patient. A good story, like good sex, needs to develop a reality of its own. It's not good to rush either.

At ten I told Karen that it was time for the news, and asked if she preferred any of the channels that were on TV. She said no, so I turned to the NBC station. As we expected, the storm that had brought Karen to my door was the main topic in the local news room. There was some national news, and a story about riots in Pakistan, but the snow storm pushed everything else to the side.

After the news, I said, "Karen, I haven't mentioned it earlier, but I have only one bed. I can let you have it, and I'll put a pallet on the floor here in front of the fireplace for myself. I just need to put clean sheets on the bed for you."

"Lang, please don't. I don't want to make extra work for you, and I hate to think about you sleeping on the floor."

"Karen, it's no problem for me."

"Please. Don't think I'm too forward, but if it won't embarrass you, why don't we share the bed. You've been a perfect gentleman all evening. I don't think you'd take advantage of me if we slept next to one another."

"It has been years since I slept next to a woman. I would enjoy it greatly, but I can't promise that I won't touch you in my sleep."

"I understand, but if you do, you do. If I don't like it, I'll wake you and tell you to stop."

"I normally sleep nude, but I'll keep my shorts on tonight."

"Don't, I'll sleep nude too."

Could I actually be hearing this beautiful woman say she would sleep next to me in my double bed, and that she would sleep nude? Let me tell you, I started to get a hard-on and had to turn away from her to keep her from seeing what her words were doing to me.

I showed Karen where the bathroom was and gave her a clean towel and washrag. While she took a shower, I turned down the bed, and turned on the small table lamp next to the side of the bed I wanted her to sleep on.

When Karen came out of the bathroom I was surprised, and pleased, that she was not wrapped in her towel. Nude, she was more stunningly beautiful than when dressed. Her breasts were not large, a "B" cup at best, but they stood straight out from her chest with no sag at all. Her aureoles were almost the size of half dollar coins, and somewhat a terracotta color. Her nipples were large, and looked like they were semi-erect. The triangle of pubic hair at the top of her thighs was a lovely auburn color, and had been neatly trimmed so that she could wear a bikini without any stray hairs peeking out.

I turned off the ceiling light as I passed her to go into the bathroom for my shower. When I came out a few minutes later, I like she, didn't bother to wrap my towel around my waste, but left it on the towel rack.

Karen was sitting propped up in bed, the covers across her lap, and her breasts exposed. She had found one of the stories I had written for Penthouse® and was reading it. There was no doubt about the condition of her nipples now. They were big and stiff, very stiff.

Her obvious arousal quickly made my penis as erect as her nipples. It led the way, bouncing and swaying with each step, as I made my way around the bed and got beneath the covers.

"I take it that you like my hard nipples," she said as I settled in beside her.

"They're gorgeous," I said.

"Well I won't call your dick gorgeous, but it's handsome enough that between seeing it and reading this story I'm soaking wet. Did you write this?"

"Uh huh. I sent a copy of it to Penthouse® a couple of months ago. They bought it and will print it in the August issue."

"It's hot. I've gotten turned on just reading it. Did you write it based on your own experience?"

"Only in part; mostly it's the product of my over active imagination."

"Do you really like to eat pussy?"

"Yes!"

"Would you like to eat mine?"

"Silly question. I'd love to."

"Lang, you don't think I'm an over sexed slut for asking you that, do you?"

"No. I think you are a beautiful, healthy, young woman with a healthy libido."

"Lang, kiss me."

I didn't have to be asked twice. The kiss was torrid. Almost immediately Karen's mouth opened and her tongue danced across my lips causing them to part. For the next ten minutes we played tongue tag. As we kissed, I let my right hand find her breasts and play with their warm firmness. As I gently pinched her nipples, they became even larger and more fully erect.

Karen moaned as her tongue caressed mine. Her hand slid down my belly, through the mat of pubic hair, and grasped my erect penis. Damn that felt good.

While Karen slowly slid her hand up and down my cock, covering and uncovering its head, I broke our kiss so that I could take her left nipple into my mouth.

Even after her shower, I could detect the faint fragrance of a perfume she later told me was called Midnight Passion. Her nipple was large, firm, and ultra-sensitive. While I sucked on the left one, I gently pinched the right one. 

"Oh, oh! That feels so good."

A moment later she said, "Lang, no one has ever kissed my pussy. Will you do it?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. As lovely as her breasts were, I abandoned them and slid down to nuzzle her pubes. The fragrance was what every cunt lapper dreams of. It was not fishy, but had a heady aroma that made my dick jump in her hand. Within less than a minute I had parted her nether curls and was licking the hood of her clit. She gasped and spread her thighs further apart.

"Oh, Lang, that hurts so good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop doing that."

I did stop, however. No, I didn't stop eating her pussy. I just moved down deeper into it. I sucked and licked her labia minor, and plunged my tongue in and out of her vagina, and then returned to her clitoris, this time not to just lick it through its hood, but to push the hood back and expose its swollen head. With her turgid clit now fully exposed, I took its head between my lips and began licking, gently, but firmly. Karen's body became rigid and began to vibrate. Her scream pierced the air as her orgasm built and peaked.

"What did you do to me," she asked.

"Only what you asked me to do."

"Oh! That was fantastic. I've never come like that before."

I let her rest a moment and merely snuggled close. When her ragged breathing returned to normal, I kissed her. She seemed uncertain, but didn't stop me. When I broke the kiss I asked her if everything was okay.

"I think so. Its just that when you kissed me I smelled and tasted my pussy juice on your mouth. I've never done that before."

"Did it bother you?"

"A little, at first. But then I decided that if you liked the smell and taste of my pussy, and you obviously did, there was no reason why I should be bothered by it. Then... Oh God, does that mean I'm a lesbian. I liked it."

"No, love. That doesn't mean you are a lesbian. It merely means that you've had a new and enjoyable sexual experience."

All the time we were talking Karen was again slowly, but firmly stroking my cock, keeping it fully erect.

"Lang"

"Yes"

"Make love to me."

"I thought that's what I was doing."

"La a a ng, you know what I mean. Put it in me and fuck me."

I rolled onto my back. "Be my guest, darling," I said as I pulled her on top of me.

She looked a little puzzled, but soon realized that I wanted her to straddle me and take my cock into her. "I've never done it this way before. Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing it just right. Just slip it in and move on it any way that feels good to you. There's no way that you can do it wrong."

It took Karen a little bit to find the movements that gave her the most pleasant sensations, but once she discovered them she became a blur of motion, rising, falling, twisting, scooting. Her vaginal muscles clamped tight, then relaxed, and tightened again, and again. She ground her clit into the mat of my pubic hair. She bent forward dragging her stiff nipples across my chest. She kissed me, plunging her tongue into my mouth. Then her second orgasm hit her. With it came a flood of vaginal contractions that so massaged my cock that I exploded flooding her vagina with my semen.

Karen collapsed on my chest and lay there panting for several minutes. My cock wilted, but stayed firmly within her still pulsing vagina.

At last she revived enough to kiss me and roll off onto her side. She was asleep. Three or four deep breaths later I was also asleep.

The snow continued throughout the weekend. It was Tuesday of the next week before the city workers got the roads cleared and Karen was able to leave. Throughout those days we remained nude and spent a lot of time in my bed joined at the hips like a pair of newly weds.

I still see Karen from time to time. Our relationship is almost platonic now that she is engaged.

I say it is almost platonic. Her conscience bothers her, she says, but during that weekend we were together, she became addicted to cunnulingus, and her fiancé won't go down on her.

We don't have intercourse any more, but she has become an adept fellatrix so our afternoons together leave us both completely satisfied and satiated.

Fantasy Two

Rhonda

I met Rhonda while vacationing in California. I've been a nudist for years, and had gone to the clothing optional beach near Los Angeles to sunbathe and to see if there were any attractive women who could fuel my fantasies.

Fantasizing while nude in a public place presents some dangers, but I figured that if I got an erection, I could merely lie on my belly until it subsided.

The day, like those that California likes to brag about, was warm, almost hot. The sky was cloudless and amazingly clear. A good sea breeze was keeping the smog pushed back over the city, and was just cool enough to make the heat from the sun bearable.

There were a few moderately attractive women walking about or sunning themselves, but none possessed the qualities that stimulate my imagination or my libido. Nearly all of them had breasts that were beginning to sag, or already sagged so badly that they resembled goat's udders. Those whose breasts didn't sag had so little mammary tissue that they looked like the proverbial ironing board.

Moreover, too many had either cellulite or varicose veins. I'm turned off by both conditions.

Yes, I'm a dirty old man. I get aroused by young women, those who are just old enough that playing with them won't land you in jail. I want them to have medium sized breasts that are either conical or hemispherical, and which jut straight out from their chests, or perhaps point slightly upward. If they sag enough that they would hold a pencil in place where one placed on the chest wall beneath them, they are not attractive enough to interest me. But, don't get me wrong. If a woman with such breasts was to offer herself to me, and she was otherwise desirable I'd set my prejudice aside and accept what pleasures she offered. I also want these young women to have flawless skin: no scars, no cellulite, no varicosities, no overly large moles, and no birth marks. I also like women who don't shave their vulva, but who do trim their pubic hair so that it doesn't interfere with intimacies. Further, while I don't mind a moderately large buttock on a woman, I want it to be firm and non-sagging. Her legs, to arouse me, must be slender, well curved, and moderately muscular. That is they must be firm; her whole body must be firm and well toned. Not many women meet these specifications. Fortunately, Rhonda did.

I had rented a beach umbrellas and a blanket at one of the stands that offered them as well as soft drinks, ice cream, and other snack foods, and had settled down to write down my observations and to make a few pencil sketches (I write erotica and always have a note pad or sketch pad with me on which I can jot down ideas that I think might fit into one of my stories.) when she strolled by. Yes, I used that old fashioned word. The way she moved cannot be properly conveyed by saying she walked by. She strolled. Her pace was leisurely. Her entire demeanor was one of relaxed self-confidence. She knew she was beautiful and took pleasure in that knowledge. I don't mean she flaunted her beauty. That would have required artificial deliberateness. No, she simply was. She didn't need to do anything to draw attention to her. Everything about her was natural, relaxed, and 

un‑self conscious.

"Hi! Are you such a workaholic that you can't even come to the beach without bringing work with you?" Her question was asked in such a way that I could not take offense to it.

"I guess you might say that, but really I don't think I am. I write for several men's magazines and I'm always looking for interesting things to write about. I also illustrate my own articles and like to make sketches on location."

'Oh, have you made any sketches today?" She paused and then added, "I'm sorry, I'm Rhonda, Rhonda Schoenberg."

"I'm pleased to meet you Rhonda. My name is Lang Hardon."

Rhonda glanced at my lap. Her beauty was working its magic on me.

"Your name is very descriptive," she said. Her smile and the amusement in her voice made it obvious that my erection did not offend her. "May I join you on your blanket?"

How could I say no to such a lovely young woman?

"Please do."

"I've always wondered where writers got their ideas. May I see what you've written of sketched?"

As Rhonda read my notes and looked at a couple of my sketches her breathing quickened and her nipples became as erect as my penis. 'Wow," she said, "this is hot. Do you really get things this graphic published?"

"Oh yes. There's always a market for erotica."

"Erotica? Don't you mean porn?"

"No, erotica. Porn has little or no story to make the sex scenes hold together in a believable manner. Porn depends entirely on the use of sexually charged words and exaggerated descriptions of sexual activity. Erotica, on the other hand, while it describes the same kinds of sexual activity does so in the context of a story that would be worth reading even if the sex scenes were left out. And, erotic doesn't depend on gutter language when depicting the various kinds of sexual activity people engage in. Well written erotica is acceptable in polite circles; porn isn't."




Dream On



David, David, David -- what are you doing to me? Voice deep and smooth as chocolate, sexy and purring; it's the voice that does it every time. I've told you this before but now you're invading my dreams. How did I get to this point, and will I ever recover? Well, I guess I better tell you about the dream then, but you'll have to forgive me if every now and then I pause -- I think I might need relief!

Well you know how it is with dreams; you start at a point without really knowing the how or the why. In this case, you were at a conference at a large hotel come conference complex in the midlands, how did I know you were there? Who knows, Why did I decide that I was there? This is an even a bigger mystery, but such is the logic of dreams. Anyway, I booked myself in, duly primped and tidied myself, and then the next thing I knew, I was walking cross the bar/lounge area. I was wearing the ubiquitous little black dress and three inch heels, white hair longer than normal and my figure definitely in better shape than usual. You were leaning against the bar; beer glass in hand, and laughing with four or so other guys. The voice and laugh was the magnet, I knew what you looked like but the fact that you were so tall, well in my dream, was a shock. So gathering my courage, I tapped you on the shoulder.

"Hello David I'm..." I didn't get any further.

"I know who you are" your grin developed across your face, and turning to your friends you said, "Excuse us." As your hand slipped under my elbow and steered me to the end of the bar. 

Then looking down at me you said one word "Yes?"

My mouth was dry and my throat closed, so I just nodded as you steered me on to a table at the side of the room. As we sat I was aware of your eyes following all the contours of my body. 

"Why are you here? On line you said never -- and yet, here you are", your voice soft and purring, as if you were trying to sooth a child.

That's what I felt like, a child, caught in the spell. I tried to look away, but this is a dream and I am brave in my dreams. So wiping the palms of my hands down the skirt of my dress, I looked at you and shrugging my shoulders I said.

"I thought it was time that I broke out of my shell, and reached out and took what I really wanted."

I heard your sharp intake of breathe, just as the waiter arrive at our table. Standing there between us like an uninvited umpire.

"Nothing for me, thanks," Then turning to me, you just nodded and said "The lady will have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc"

The waiter nodded and moved away, until I called to him "Room 220. Please make sure it is billed to room 220" He nodded and moved off to the bar.

"Why did you do that? I can buy you a drink" The look on your face somewhere between shock and mirth.

"Because I can! All part of the new brave, independent me" Then as an afterthought I added "Best we keep this bit as "un-date" like as possible."

Your eyes followed mine over to the bar were four pairs of interested eyes were watching us intently. Your laugh rang out like a bark.

"Thanks for the defense of my virtue. So what have you planned?" your hand creeping across the table to take mine, but I snatched it away, leaving it to rest on my side of the table.

"Ahh, planning -- this is as far as I got. I thought a quiet drink and see what happened next"

The waiter appeared with my wine, and he had thoughtfully brought your beer over as well. I kept my head down as I signed the bill, only daring to lift it again when I had the chilled glass of white wine in my hand. Then taking a sip, I dared to look at you. You were leaning back against your seat, one hand wrapped around your glass and the index finger of the other hand gently stroking your bottom lip.

"So this is a semi social meeting, to see if we both like. Will we then part and go our separate ways? Will I return to my friends and carry on with my evening, as if you never walked through the door?" 

You looked so stern, but your voice was pure sex. Making my nipples harden and my pussy lips started to swell. I was trying so hard not to mirror your actions; being so aware of the eyes watching, that I put my hands flat on the table and played with the foot rim of my glass.

"Yes, that is exactly what this is. Now if you'll excuse me, I have ordered room service, and it will be delivered in 10 minutes." 

Then standing and picking up my wine glass, I held out my hand to shake yours. 

"It's been a pleasure and a joy to finally meet you."

But you had other thoughts, and rather than shake my hand, you turned it over and gently kissed the back of it in a gallant gesture.

Such is the way with dreams, but I neither knew nor cared, about food, your friends or whether you picked up on body language and hints; and was completely unsurprised when later I was stood in the doorway of my bathroom, dressed only in my matching black lingerie, thigh highs and three inch heels. You sat, still dressed, on the bottom on the bed, as I made my way over to you, and I felt your hands cradle my hips as I stood between your knees. You didn't speak as your fingers teased the waist band of my panties, then up my back to the catch of my bra. The speed with which you managed to undo the two hooks was impressive, and I only just got my hands up in time to cover and hold the cups in place before it floated to the floor.

"Lucy!" the one word as an admonishment. "I've waited so long to see these" you cooed as you peeled my hands away and the flimsy black lace fell to the floor.

Then you gathered my tits together in your hands and you buried your face in their pillowy globes. All I could feel were the vibrations of your groans as they echoed through me. Your mouth latched onto my nipples, first one then the other in quick succession. Nipping and teasing, then licking and sucking. All the while your hands were sliding around the waist band of my panties and sliding them down over my bum. Smoothing around and gently pushing them down, and out of the way; until you reached my knees when they fell to join the unloved bra on the floor. Then, with your hands back on my hips you gently moved me back, sitting there and slowly lifting your eyes to my face you said

"You know you're going to get fucked don't you? And fucked hard!"

Words deserting me again and I just nodded. The next recollection I have is of me lying on the bed, the shoes gone and just wearing my stockings. My hands behind my head, propping myself up, and watching you strip. I can still hear the clang as your shoes hit the floor, and see a naked you stood at the foot of the bed. I can still feel your hands, as they slid up my thighs ahead of your head, and the way you pushed your thumbs in either side of my pussy lips to make them pout open. 

Then your breath, feeling cold as it hit the warm, wet softness of my inner lips, and the shocks that it send through me. Your hands continuing to slide up my body, and caress my tits as your tongue flicked my clit. The sensation of your fingers plucking at my nipples as your tongue swirled around my clit, was starting to send me into orbit. Then you stopped, pulling back a little you said

"Show me; show me how you pleasure yourself."

So I did, taking the index and middle fingers of my left hand and sawing either side of my clit, looking down the length of my body as you watched me, it was so erotic. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to please you; I loved the decedent feeling of slowly masturbating myself for your pleasure. Then your fingers, two of them, thrusting in me and curling to find the sweet spot at the front of my vagina. Oh Christ was I ready to cum, but you stopped. Just like that, you stopped and you sat back on your heels, and started to lick the fingers that had been in me, whilst the other hand was stroking, the now, very impressive length of your cock.

I've made the memory of what it felt like to have you slowly slide your length into me. Feeling every ridge and throb of you, as my cunt sucked you into its depth. Your hands under my bum as you continued to thrust home. Then, for the first time, the feel of your lips on mine; your tongue probing and seeking mine, hard and relentless. You were claiming my mouth, just as your cock was claiming my pussy, the taste of you with a hint of me still in your mouth.

Then you just flipped me over and I am on all fours. I feel the pounding of your cock in me, your balls banging my clit, and your hands gripping my hips -- pulling me onto you, to meet your thrusts. The unbearable pressure was building and I was clenching. I could only be at that stage, just lost, like a rag doll at the mercy of your fucking. Your back was arched over mine and your clever fingers sought my clit again.

"Come on Lucy. Give it to me..." you growled in my ear

Then I was lost to oblivion, I came hard and squirting. All over your hand, screaming and shaking, I felt your movements quicken and then your release tensing your whole body. The pair of us sweating and panting, and as we slid as one, spooning, down onto the bed. Then you whispered in my ear.

"The next time, it's your head over the edge of the bed and my cock being fed down your throat"

Then I woke up, my body sweating and the sheets in a very soggy mess. 

I don't recall a wet dream before, but if that's what they are like, please can I have another.



Dream on the Rocks



In his dream, she was nude. Long honey-gold hair cascaded down across her shoulders, partially hiding her breasts, and extending nearly to her waist. Her complexion was soft and warm. She had beautiful green eyes, well raised cheek bones, a short, pert nose, with full, naturally pink lips. Apart from the luxurious mane on her head, the rest of her body seemed denuded of hair. 

She would approach him in his dream, and cup his face in her hands and whisper something to him. Something he could never quite make out. Something that felt like anticipation. Then he would reach for her, to pull her close and kiss her. He wanted to taste this glorious being in front of him. But then, she would be at arm's length. So he would walk to her, but she would fade back. He would run to her and she would fade back even more. It was as if she was drawing him somewhere, either metaphysically or psychologically. She was pulling him down a path that led ... where? He did not know. 

All that he knew was that his energy was limitless, chasing this naked angel. Except that when he awoke, the feelings and the confidence faded, and he was left tired and drawn out, as if from a mild hang over. 

He broke from his reverie and paused briefly to glance over at his small ship floating serenely next to the asteroid he was working on. The onboard computer kept it at a perfect distance and rotation relative to the large rock's surface. Any kind of malfunction that endangered that orbit would have raised an alarm on Jake's suite, but he just couldn't help checking on the ship from time to time. His anxiety over it, the rock he was working on and what he hoped to dig out of it had been extremely high for weeks now.

Jake had found this rock only two months ago. At first, it had seemed as dead as the rest of the rocks in the Klide-Terrel belt, a string of asteroids seven hundred million kilometers in length that occupied part of the orbital path of the nearest planet, aptly named Temptation. It was a partial gas giant nearly 20 times larger in volume than ancient Earth that orbited a T class red-dwarf named Xyphes. While the planet itself was uninhabitable, several major industries had sprung up around it to mine the various resources contained within its atmosphere, including the largest of the stations, Gratifall, which processed starship fuel. Gratifall accounted for 85% of the population of the system, and had a population approaching 2 million humans and aliens. 

Temptation had been attracting folks from all parts of the galaxy for decades now, ever since the first find in the KT belt of a non-functional electro-mechanical artifact. No one was really sure what it did, or where it came from, only that it was radio isotope dated at more than sixty five million years old. In the vacuum and cold of space, it was perfectly preserved, trapped under a thin layer of rock inside one of the KT asteroids. Ever since then, archeologists and treasure hunters had been flocking to this belt to lay down their claim to fame and fortune. 

Jake considered himself a man of both measures, however; an archeologist having graduated in the top of his class at University and obtained his masters in Xeno-history and a PH.d in Interstellar Archeology before he was 23, and a man who understood that the real work in his field was only accomplished with money. The work demanded lots and lots of money. That was what drove him to the KT belt 2 years ago. Now, at 26, he was nearing the end of his rope. 

Jake studied the rock face in front of him carefully, as he cut through the material with the micro-torch. Small pieces; just like his professor had taught him. Do not try to cut the entire sample out in one swipe. Turning off the torch, he cleared away the loose material with a thick, soft brush. Then he used a precious jet of air, to blow it off, and into space. It was slow, tedious work made all the more stressful by the fact that he was running low on air. By last calculation, he had a mere five days worth left at his current use rate, and then he would have to return to the station and resupply. 

It also did not help that he was not sleeping as he should. He had been taking long sleep cycles as he had been taught. A well rested body used less oxygen than a tired and stressed body. However, his sleep lately was being interrupted by a repetitious, yet very vivid, dream. He'd never seen her before, he was sure, and yet he was just as sure that he should know her name. He was also just as sure that he was going to fuck her one day. 

He looked critically at the surface he was working on. He had carved a two meter wide hole nearly 80 centimeters deep. His instruments were telling him that he was close to his target, so he had slowed his work pace and started using the micro torch. In another few centimeters, he should be able to uncover the ... whatever the hell it was. That was the biggest problem, and source of his anxiety. His instruments could not return a relative shape or composition of the object, only its approximate size and location. It had been a similar situation with the slag find earlier, only this object, at nearly 1.5 meters in diameter, was much bigger. 

That was when he heard the crack. Dozens of sensors attached to the rock around his dig site transmitted readings back to his suit computers. Temperature, vibration, heat, variations in movement, etc. He had set them up, as prescribed, before he started his work, all around the dig site, and then in intervals of twenty meters until he had three rings. All the information they fed back to his suit was also fed to the micro torch, instructing it on how to angle the plasma, what intensity, what duration and so on. 

And now a big cracking sound. And something else. The sensor rings had started to detect trace amounts of energy, and it was coming from his object. 

Jake shut down the torch immediately and maneuvered his suit a few meters from the rock surface. Around his dig site, he could see the first and second sensor rings, surrounding the darkened black hole that he had dug in the middle. And now, according to the sensors, the cracking sound was coming from the bottom of that hole. A series of quick, popping snaps like the kind you would get from dropping an ice cube into hot water. 

Jake started to panic. Two months worth of work, and he had been so careful! It couldn't go wrong now! He was so close to ...whatever it was down there! If this failed, he was finished here. Wiped out! He let out a groan and grasped the side of his helmet.

"No ..no ...no.. don't do it!" he whispered to himself. "Don't you fucking do it! You bastard rock! Let me have my ....thing! Damn you!" His voice slowly rose until he realized he was yelling at himself. 

Then it stopped. The cracking sound had stopped. Jake listened carefully to the sensors, scrolling madly through the data feeds for any sign that something had gone wrong, but he couldn't find anything. Then he realized he wasn't breathing and let out a gasp. 

Maneuvering his suit carefully, he approached the rock surface again. What he saw made his heart flutter in between excitement and despair. There were small chunks of rock dislodged in the bottom of his hole. Either the dig was destroyed, or the asteroid had just saved him a few weeks of digging. 

Jake reached into the hole and started to pick up the pieces of rock that had broken away, small chunks about the size of his hand came loose. He kept pulling the rocks away from the top of the hole, carefully scanning each one for any piece of an artifact and then tossing it carefully out into space. Two hours later and he had cleared away the last of the big pieces, so he started to use some of his precious air to blow away the dust. The first puff of air made him catch his breath, as a dull metallic surface was revealed. Several puffs more and the surface was more prominent. In fact, there were several surfaces. 

The reality of what was being uncovered hit Jake like a freight loader. He opened a large bag from his collection kit and started pulling out the objects and carefully placing them inside. Several metallic canisters, each about the size of his forearm in both width and length were nestled inside a large cavity, a pocket of some sort formed inside the asteroid. That mystery, however, would have to wait for another time. As soon as the last canister was in the bag, Jake closed and sealed it. He then spent the next several hours conducting a survey of the hole and the exposed space, collecting micro particle samples and cataloguing the hole. Once finished, he sealed the hole with a bio locked cover that would protect the site and identify him as its owner, and started maneuvering back to his ship.

It wasn't until he was onboard and out of his suit that he started breathing normally again. He then broke the seal on the bag and pulled out one of the canisters. That was when he noticed the small light on it. Once again, breathing became a challenge as he realized that somehow, the device had power. After 65 million years?! How that was possible was beyond him at the moment. He removed the canisters from the collection bag and placed them inside a storage crate. Each crate contained a computer module that scanned the canisters and then molded a foam injection to fit the shape. Jake liked these boxes, because they could form around any shaped object in less than a second and protect it perfectly. 

With all of the canisters safely stowed, he nearly leapt into the pilot seat and set a course for Gatifall. Thrusters maneuvered him away from the rock a safe distance before the main drives kicked in. As much as he wanted to blast away at full speed, Jake had no idea how delicate the canisters were, so he set the inertial dampers in the cargo cube to full and kept he acceleration down to three gee's. In 14 hours, he would be back at Gratifall.

Three days later, Jake woke up, feeling more rested than he had in months. Part of that had to do with sleeping in a real bed. Ship board cots, especially in his tiny ship, were not exactly a paragon of comfort. Part of it had to do with the recurring dream ...well, not recurring. The other part had to do with the big titted blonde woman in the bed next to him. Her name was Heather, and she had been amazingly adept at her work. 

Jake had arrived at Gratifall right on schedule. The first thing he had done was to access the station computer and arrange for a quick loan. The money had been used to pay for docking fees and security in one of the stations max secure docks. His tiny ship was pulled into the dock and sealed into its own bay. The dock master had looked at him quizzically for wanting to secure such a meager possession, but had asked no questions. Armed security guards had met him at the hatch and escorted him to a high security vault of the government controlled bank with his cargo. He'd then contacted the auction house of T.S. Trembal. Shortly after the first artifact find, the prestigious auctioneering firm had setup shop on the station, offering their services in security and merchandising to all of the lucky prospectors. Items were taken in and sold at the highest offer. Nearly all of the prospectors that had finds used Trembal, as it was a guarantee of a secure sale. Their fee was high, it was true, but better than ending up floating listlessly into the nearby gas giant of Temptation.

Shortly after his arrival, Jalene had showed up at the apartment he'd rented. At 1.75 meters tall, she was herself a masterwork in beauty. Straight blond hair fell to just past her shoulders, framing a slightly round face and dark blue eyes. She was wearing a smart looking business dress suit that did little to hide here other attributes. Her big tits pushed out the top noticeably, and the white shirt under the suit jacket opened down far enough to reveal generous amounts of cleavage. The pants, in keeping with the rest, clung to her long legs and accentuated her full, heart shaped rear. The whole affair had Jakes mouth watering within seconds. It had been some time since he'd been with a woman, quite before he started his PhD work in fact.

"Hello, Mr Cooper. My name is Jalene Sothby" she introduced herself, approaching to shake his hand and give him a very well practiced, but nonetheless winning smile. "I'll be your auction rep during your stay with Trembal. If there is anything I can get you don't hesitate to ask."

Jake shook her hand mindlessly, barely even registering her words as he was caught up in staring at her, both her face and admittedly her tits. He could feel himself starting to stir from the vision she was presented and tried desperately to maintain eye contact.

"Umm .. thanks Miss Sothby" he replied. "Errr .. you can just call me Jake though .. ummm... you know, I'm not really a formal sort of person". 

She smiled again at him, while presenting a slight head tilt, as if to say Oh, how cute he is. "Very well, Jake. You can call me Jalene. I'd like to take a few minutes, if I may, to go over the process here at Trembal and then I'll leave you to entertain yourself, if that's OK?"

"Uhh .sure. That's great. Let's get started."

"Ok then, would you like to sit?" she said, gesturing toward a pair of overstuffed chairs bracketing a faux marble table. Or at least he assumed it was faux marble. Getting real marble up to a space station as isolated as this one would prove incredibly expensive.

Jalene took her chair, crossing her long beautiful legs and smoothing her skirt. She placed her binder on the table in front of her, and turned it on. As the screen folded up and widened, several images and figures scrolled up onto the display. Jake immediately recognized his canisters.

"These are the eight objects you brought in" she said as she gestured toward the screen. "They've been individually boxed and serialized for reference. All of this information has been transmitted to the data pad you registered when you came to us". 

Jake mentally slapped himself. He'd forgotten about that. He quickly pulled out the data pad and scrolled through the information. "Yes, it's here."

"Good. The pre-auction information has already been transmitted to a select list of buyers. The auction will occur two days from now. If we don't get enough participants from the list, we'll delay another two days and send out invitations from the next list. Are there any questions?"

"Lots" was jakes immediate reply. Then he blushed slightly, and continued. "What I mean is, yes. First .. select list?"

"Oh. I thought you understood Jake. The objects you brought in have already been appraised by our staff. The information is on your data pad." Jalene continued. "Of the eight canisters you found, 3 have active power cells. The other five are thought to able to accept power. If the type used in the other three can be replicated."

She paused slightly to get his attention. "Jake, the three powered canisters, are appraised at fifteen million apiece. The other five, are appraised at 8.5 million. That's 87.5 million." 

Suddenly, breathing became a herculean event. Try as he might, Jake could not open his lungs, or get air through his nose. Jalene became suddenly worried and leaned over to grab his shoulder. "Jake?! Are you OK?! Jake!!" She rose and grabbed both of his shoulders and jerked him around to stare straight at her. Her hand came up in a sharp slap that left a red imprint on his face and stung like hell, but it did the trick. 

He found a little air, at first, and then more as time passed. Slowly, his breathing returned and he looked at Jalene with wide, disbelieving eyes. 

"Did ..you say ... eigh..eighty " he gulped. "Eighty seven million dollars?!"

"Eighty seven point five, actually" Jalene said as she reclaimed her chair, crossed her legs again and smoothed her skirt back down. "And Jake ... it could go higher."

Jake stared at the marble top of the table, incredulity clouding his every thought. He'd known the objects were valuable. He'd know that what he found was going to be one of the most stunning archeological discoveries of the KT belt. However, eighty million dollars was beyond his comprehension. It was bigger than any lottery he'd ever heard of. 

Seeing that Jake wasn't going to respond any time soon, Jalene continued on. "Jake, due to the magnitude of the discovery, we've taken the liberty of moving your things into one of our deluxe suites in the Trembal tower. We've set you up with a credit line pending the auction of one million to see to basic needs you have. The information and credit codes are on your data pad. You'll have a security escort as well, to ensure that you survive the auction."

"A security escort?" he asked, suddenly finding he could speak again. 

"Yes Jake, and this is not done lightly. I'm not trying to frighten you or anything, but it's not unheard of for someone to have an "accident" before their auction was completed."

"Oh great" he said, "that should help me sleep better. When do I meet this escort?" 

"She's right behind you."

Jake nearly jumped out of his seat in his scramble to turn around. There, not three meters away, was Jalene ... again. 

"Don't be too surprised. She's my twin. Her name is Heather"

"SHE is MY bodyguard?" he asked, slightly incredulous. Even at 175 centimeters, she still fell well shy of his 195, and was quite a bit more petite than his 85 kilos. She stood silently, smiling at him, at parade rest. Her clothes were not particularly unique, either. No uniform or black tights and boots, just a simple blouse and skirt ensemble with low heeled shoes. In fact, it was quite an unassuming outfit. 

"Don't let her size or beauty fool you Jake. She's well trained in several martial arts and even has a couple of small customized implants. And not her tits, those are real." 

The last comment startled Jake a bit. It was the first thing Jalene had said that was not business acumen. This also meant that Jalene's tits were real. After everything else, that made Jake smile a little bit.

"Ok" said Jake. "If she's my bodyguard, then she's my bodyguard. Tell whoever is responsible that I really appreciate all of the attention and courtesies. It's all very unexpected."

"Don't think twice about, Jake. Remember, we still get 15%." Jake simply shrugged. Fifteen percent to Trembal, another eight percent to the local government, another twelve percent to the Commonwealth, and he was still left with sixty-five percent of ....eighty ... million! Suddenly, he felt like dancing. 

After that meeting, Heather had taken him shopping. She really was quite a conversationalist and walked beside him, arm in arm, the whole way. She claimed it was to give the "couple" appearance so they wouldn't stand out, but Jake didn't really care. Her skin was soft and she smelled nice and he was having quite the time and spending freely. He bought all new clothes, including several new high end suits, something he'd never owned before. He even bought Heather a new evening dress, to go with his suit, he told her when she started to object. 

"We're going to get dressed up, and go out to an incredibly expensive dinner tonite!" he said to her as they sat at a café on the main promenade of the stations garden park and admired the view of Temptation through the overhead dome. 

"It's your money" she replied, "and my job is to make sure you safe and happy."

The last part confused Jake a bit. "Happy?" he asked. 

"Oh yes", she said. "I'm not just a bodyguard. I'm here for whatever you want as well, be it conversation or ... well, whatever" she stated demurely. 

"Oh." Jake said intelligently. "Is that umm .. standard procedure?" 

"Jake," she started to explain patiently "Trembal has quite the motivation to make sure you are well taken care of in all aspects of your personal happiness and well being. And that's my job to make sure it happens. So whatever you want or need, I will make sure you have it. Understood?"




Dream on the Rocks



"Yeah .. uhh sure.. thanks" Jake replied uncertainly.

After the café, Heather took him to see a new holo show that had just started playing, and then returned them to the suite that Trembal had arranged for him. All of the packages and items they'd purchased during their shopping spree had been delivered by a valet, including one full rack with the suits and dress on it.

"Ok" he told Heather, "let's get changed and go have that dinner. I'm starving. Aren't you?"

"I could eat" she said with a wink. "I'll get changed in the other room."

Jake hesitated for only a second before saying "Well, why not just change here...?"

Heather smiled and let out a small laugh as she looked to see if he was serious. When she saw that he probably wasn't joking, and much to his surprise, she said "Sure. Ok."

Jake had not expected her to say yes. In fact, he had expected her to laugh in his face and go in the other room any way. This turn of events, however, was not unwelcome. True to her word, Heather began to unbutton her blouse. When she got down to the third button, she paused and looked at Jake quizzically.

"Would you like me to do a striptease for you?" she asked.

"Yes!" Jake enthusiastically replied. 

Heather had Jake sit down in one of the main room chairs and signaled the in-room computer to start some music. Then she turned her back to Jake and unpinned her hair. Jake's settled into the chair to enjoy the show, smiling from ear to ear every time Heather looked at him. As the music tempo picked up, Heather started moving her hips and dancing around the room, occasionally kicking out her feet, twirling her ass and moving her hands up and down her body. The last few buttons of her blouse came undone and she slowly teased it off, first with her back to Jake, then showing him some cleavage and a glimpse of her pale lace bra, and then turning back around and letting the blouse slip off of her shoulders.

Next came her skirt, unzipped slowly while looking back over her shoulder at him and then sliding it all the way down her legs, bending over as she did so, revealing a pale lace thong and her tight, round ass. Jake couldn't believe how perfect looking her ass was. It was athletic and firm looking, but with substance and shape. By this time, Jake's mouth was watering and his cock was rock hard. He didn't even try to hide the tent he was making in his trousers as Heather danced for him. Especially when she approached only a half meter away and bent over facing him, cupping her large breasts together and pushing them up towards him. He was forced to reach his hand up and help close his own mouth, eliciting a big winning smile from Heather as he did so. 

Heather reached stood back up and reached up between her tits to the clasp holding the bra close. Jake thought he was dreaming. He thought she would only go to the underwear. Never this. Then suddenly, it was gone. No teasing, she just opened the bra and flung it off her shoulders, baring her big, beautiful tits to his hungry eyes. They must have been a full D cup, and riding hid on her trim frame made them look much larger. Bright pink nipples capped her tits, surround by a slightly darker ping areola that was as big as his eyes had to be. Her nipples were hard now, standing out from her tits invitingly. 

"You like these?" she asked, as she cupped them and rubbed them in front of him. 

"You know I do" Jake responded. "Those are the best looking tits I've ever seen."

"Oh really?" she asked slyly, smiling the whole time. "Would you like to touch them?"

Jake thought he was hearing things at first, but quickly answered "Of course! You bet I would!"

Heather approached him and slipped in between his knees. Placing her knees on the edge of the chair, she bent over and dangled her tits in front of Jake's face. Jake slowly, but surely, reach up both hands and grabbed the bounteous flesh before him, gripping her tits just under the nipples and pressing up and squeezing. Heather let out a satisfied sigh as he did so.

"Oh, you like having your tits held do you?" 

"Yes, I do" she responded in a breathy voice, not much more than a loud whisper. "I like having them held, and squeezed and fondled..." At this point she reached down and grabbed Jakes rock hard cock. "Mmm yes .. and fucked. Do you want to fuck my tits Jake?"

Jake could hardly believe what he was hearing, or his good fortune. Just a few hours ago he was told he would be getting many tens of millions of dollars, and now this gorgeous blonde woman wanted him to fuck her big, beautiful tits?! If I die right now, he thought, it would not be a wasted life!

"Absolutely, I want to fuck your tits, honey. I want to fuck you tits, then I want to fuck you. In fact, to hell with dinner, let's just stay here all night and fuck!"

Heather let out a little giggle as she sank to her knees between his legs. "First things first, slugger." 

She undid the clasp on his belt and pulled his pants and shorts off at the same time, freeing his aching cock from its tight confines. Jake gasped as her cool hand wrapped around his hot meat and she started slowly stroking him, letting some spit dribble from her mouth to get his dick nice and wet. Once it was slick and her hand was sliding free, she moved up and wrapped her tits around his pole and pushed them together. Jake had the urge to lay his head back and just enjoy the sensation, but he didn't want to miss this for anything! Unfortunately for Jake, it had been a long time. Too long. After only a few strokes between Heathers tits, he could feel the cum boiling up in his balls. 

"Oh god Heather" he exclaimed, "I'm sorry! I'm going to .. cum! I can't stop ..I'm going to cum on your fucking tits!" 

"Yes, baby. That's right. Cum on my tits! It's OK! Cum all over my big fucking tits! That's what I like!" 

Jake leaned his head back and groaned loudly as his orgasm let loose and he thrust his spurting cock up between Heathers tits. His first shot jetted up and hit her on the nose and chin. Subsequent shots landed just under her chin on her neck and the tops of her tits. He couldn't believe how great a feeling this was as his the orgasm continued to sweep through him. Eventually, it died down to a dribble, but Jake's hips continued to jerk in a small fucking motion. 

Heather let go of her tits and grabbed his cock with one hand, leaned down and took him into her mouth and started sucking out the last of his come. Jake had let his eyes close briefly but now jerked open and gasped as her mouth came into contact with his cock, not just from the sensitivity he still had but from the act as well. The last thing he'd dreamed was her eating his cum, but as he looked down, she was looking back at him with those wide, beautiful blue eyes and smiling around his cock.



Dream On



Standing in front of the table, I looked at Lisa. She still hadn’t turned her eyes toward me. Her two friends looked at me and saw that I was looking at Lisa. Almost at the same time, both of them nudged her. Her eyes met mine and for the next few seconds, time stopped. She just looked into my eyes and never spoke. The music was still in its early stages and Lionel hadn’t started singing yet. Almost like an involuntary action, I extended my hand to Lisa but never said a word. To my surprise, she stood up and extended her hand to meet mine. Did I have butterflies? We’re talking Monarch butterflies here, ok? 

       Almost as if an unseen force was guiding me, we walked to the dance floor. I took her in my arms and we started dancing. This wasn’t the typical slow dance where you only move about 5 feet and continue to turn in circles with less than in inch separating you and your partner. I have watched ballroom dancing on public broadcasting and I loved the way they move. Lisa and I danced all around the floor in the ballroom dancing style. My eyes never left her and when the second verse of the song started, I decided that even though I couldn’t sing worth a damn, I was going to do it anyway. As I started singing, Lisa started to smile. We continued to dance when I realized that her hand left hand had moved from my shoulder to being behind my neck. I was singing to her softly but was lost in the bliss of her touch. I kept singing softly and we danced around the dance floor when I realized that there was no one else on the floor but us! Normally, in a situation such as this, I would get scared and stop dancing in utter embarrassment. But what happened was just the opposite. I took Lisa and started dancing like I had never danced before. The volume of my singing voice escalated. Here I was dancing with the most beautiful woman I have ever known and serenading her at the same time. I was in heaven! The song was beginning to wind down and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to dance like this with her for as long as possible. I didn’t want to let her go. Never looking away from her eyes, the song was in it’s last few seconds when I saw something that I never thought I would see. In the corner of her left eye, I saw what I thought to be a tear. I blinked to make sure that what I was seeing wasn’t a mirage. In the nanosecond it took to blink, I saw a stream from her eye. It was a tear that I saw after all and seeing that made me shed a tear too. 

       As the song ended, everyone around the dance floor was clapping and shouting for an encore. I was impervious to all this. Only one thing mattered to me and she was right in front of me. She took a step towards me and placed her arms around me. I thought I would have a heart attack! I placed my arms around her to give her a hug but was unsure how she would take it even after the dance and serenade. She loosened her hug on me and leaned back to look at me eye to eye. I had always wanted her to say something to me, but was resigned to the fact that I would probably never hear her say it. An hour seemed to pass as she closed her eyes for a few seconds, sighed, produced a slight grin, and reopened her eyes. She interlocked her hands behind my neck. Even thought the decibel level in the bar was louder than you can ever imagine, I heard her say something to me as clear as a bell.

 “I love you.” she said

 I woke up right after she said it. And believe it or not, I was crying.

 Lisa, believe it or not, I do love you very much. I can only pray that maybe one-day, my dream will come true.



Dream or Nightmare



It was a party at a large house. We were all invited for the week. A week of fun, sun and water. All expenses paid and we made most of this break from life. Though none of us really knew each other we all got along. Some of us had brought our families along. I was one of them. My husband and my two little girls came along. We were in this large room that also accommodated my little ones to stay with us yet gave my husband and I enough privacy for ...well you know. 

This house was really like a one story mansion. Many spacious rooms spread out and towards the side there was even an indoor water area. It had slides and the water wasn't more then like 2 feet. The skylight overhead brightened the room. This was where the children could play day or night in the water. The tubes of the slides were clear and twisting for the children's pleasure. The run off of this water filter into a channel that went through this portion of the house and connected to the outside pool, a constant circulation and a cruising path where all I had to do was sit in a tube and let the flow take me around.

As the week was winding down, I started to gather and collect our clothes and some of the kids' toys. Getting each item together and packing what isn't needed. A little sad that this was ending, then something didn't feel right. Things were too quiet. I quietly put the stuff in my hands on the bed. Standing there in my shorts, baggy t-shirt with my black bra underneath, I turn lightly, my bare feet not making a sound as I go to my door listening to the hallway. Hearing nothing I tiptoe out and begin searching the house. 

Seeing uncommon activity outside I duck below each window, crawling around. This relaxing week is now turning into an adventure in itself. Quickly gathering everyone together including my family, I hide them all in one room. Telling them to keep low and take all the kids out first. Everyone was scared and nervous not knowing how to go about escaping. Whispering for them to take the channel out and keep low in the water and remember this is only a game so the kids don't become frightened and give away our escape.

I send my hubby out with our kids kissing them each before they go, then as soon as they are gone I begin to prepare the house for this seemingly attack. Not sure who or what I am up against I plant traps here and there throughout the house, making sure to get every window and door. This was nothing that killed, just slowed them down and told us where they were. 

Then it happened... all hell broke loose. People were screaming and things went crashing. I wasn't sure exactly what set things into motion but it wasn't stopping. I found an out of the way place and listen and observed. Trying to figure out how many I was going to be up against. From the sounds of things I was the only unaccounted person and they were looking for me. Obviously they have my family and now I am pissed. 

"I can't find her... she's the only one left." 

"Quickly we must find her before He finds out."

"Who is missing?" the voice comes seemingly from nowhere.

"Diane is missing, we can't find her and from listening to all the other guests she is the one that tried to help them escape and set all those traps."

"Find her now and bring her to me... take her family and separate them from the others." His voice sounded angry as he ordered the two men into action. 

Thinking of my family I knew I had to act. Yet it sounded like this mystery man was the one who owned the house. Why had he gotten all of us together? What was going on? What would happen to my family if I didn't show? I went to the water channel and was trying to sneak out that way to go search for help. 

Slipping quietly into the water, my bra now visible through my white shirt I swim under the overhang and head outside. As soon as I came up for air I felt hands grab me. Someone had grabbed my hair and there was a person on each side f me as they grabbed my shoulders yanking me out of the water.

"Sir! We got her!" yelling in my ear as they drag me to this mystery man.

As they pull me into the room I see five other women sitting there on a long curved couch. This mystery man was sitting in this large comfortable chair facing them, the window to his right and these bodyguards all over. I gulp seeing this sight hoping my family was safe and wondering the trouble I was now in for my mischief to this man.

"Have a seat. Is this how you treat all those that offer you such a vacation?" He motions to the couch beside the other females. The guards that had me pushed me roughly on the couch. Taking a quick glance at the girls they didn't seem to be that afraid, and all of them I had remembered didn't have a family. With a huff, I sit there and listen, my arms crossed.

"Each of you has been chosen to serve me. All of you will have different task yet you will be of my use whenever I please. Should I want to give any of you away I shall. Is this clear?" His voice was steady and very business like. My heart dropped hearing these words. 

"What about my family, you have no right. Keep the single ones and leave me out of this." I was angry and my tone didn't hide it either.

"I shall keep you as my personal servant. I like your spunk and you are very creative. I like that. Don't get me wrong you will be tamed." A smirk across his face as the other girls is escorted out and I am the only one left.

At first thinking he might release me until I feel hands grip my shoulders holding me down. I panic and try to dash but then there are three more guys around me roughly holding me down.

"Mark her, I am claiming this one." His voice steady as he sits there and watches. 

I hear others enter they are carrying small boxes. I can't see much cause I am fighting the hands that hold me. Then I feel a set of hands tugging at my clothes. I try and fight them but my clothes are forcefully removed. 

"Open your mouth and your legs. Be a good girl and it won't hurt so much." His voice was the only one talking, it seemed as if everyone knew what to do except me. I felt hands on my legs opening them. I am naked and feeling very scared at this point. Then I hear a click and pain shoots through me. Looking down I see they had just pierced my private area. Screaming out in pain they hold my mouth open and pierce my tongue. I feel other hands on me, pressure, groping and pain. 

I pass out only to wake up. 



Dream or Reality?



Kevin had been married to his wife for over twenty years. He was happy enough, but like most long time marriages, it lacked excitement. For two years he had also had Ann as a mistress, but as Kevin was a very sexual sort of guy, he was always looking elsewhere. It just so happened that he had a very buxom, nubile, young daughter. Both his wife and Ann were middle aged. He had the urge to feel a young body bucking beneath him again, but most of all he wanted Ann and his daughter in law Sharon to get it on together, and for him to watch. Ann and Sharon were friends. To think of them together made Kevin really horny. He had a strong suspicion that Sharon was bisexual, and he had asked Ann to come on to her. Ann was a bit unsure, but had said that she would try.

He knew that the older woman, and the young one spent a lot of time together, and he was

always hoping for a result. Ann phoned him one day at work, and asked, "Can you come around to Sharon's house now?" "It could be worth your while"

He felt his dick hardening, and pressing against his jeans. Did she mean what he hoped that she meant? He got to Sharon's house in double quick time. The door was open, and he ventured up the stairs, as he heard voices. In the bedroom that she shared with his son, Sharon was naked on the bed. Ann was also naked, and was sitting on the edge of the bed. " Come on in , and watch" Sharon laughed.

He sat on a chair in the corner, and stared, not quite believing what he was seeing.

Sharon's body was beautiful. Her tits were full, and voluptuous, with huge dark, protruding nipples. Her stomach was softly rounded, and her bush was thick and black. Her legs were wide apart, and Kevin could see that her cunt lips were glistening with juices, already oozing.

He shifted his gaze to Ann. " Do you want us to do this?" she asked.

He nodded, "Oh God, you know that I do" he stammered.

"Do you really, truly want us to do this?" Ann insisted.

"Yes, oh yes please" he begged.

"Tell us what you want us to do?" Sharon asked.

"I want Ann to lick your cunt," he pleaded. " I want to watch her tongue going deep inside your hole."

He looked at Ann as he said this. He tried to judge her reaction. She was smiling, and looked totally at ease. Sharon opened her legs even wider, and Ann put her middle finger right into the enormous sucking love crater. Sharon let out a deep groan. "Come nearer, and watch Kevin," she huskily said.

He moved nearer to the bed. He could see Ann's finger going in and out of Sharon's pussy. The finger was soaking, and made delicious, sucking, squelching noises, as it pumped Sharon's cunt. Ann opened up the hood that covered Sharon's clit. The clit was big, almost like a small cock. Ann drew in her breath, as she saw the size of it.

On the bedside table there was an aerosol can of whipped cream. Ann took the top off, and directed the nozzle at Sharon's pussy. Sharon turned her eyes towards Kevin, as Ann plunged the nozzle right into her cunt. She then inserted a big heap of it into the steaming hot pussy. Kevin was sure he heard it sizzle, as it entered the wet , pulsating cavern. 

The cream was dripping from Sharon's cunt. Ann put her head down, and her little tongue sucked hungrily on the glowing , red organ. Sharon trembled, and moaned, and twitched in ecstasy. Her hands cupped around Ann's tits, kneading each one, and drawing the nipples out. Her head lifted up, and she sucked noisily on each tit, taking each nipple in turn. Ann's head was buried deep in between Sharon's strong, silky thighs, and her tongue delved deeply. 

She shifted her position, so that she was astride Sharon. They were end to end. Sharon was on the bottom, and Ann on the top. Ann's cunt was now in front of Sharon's mouth. Sharon parted Ann's legs wide, and inserted four fingers. Ann had a big juicy cunt, and could take it easily. Sharon reached into her bedside drawer, and took out a dildo. It was huge. It was a double ended cock, that was at least twelve inches long, and it had a big knob at each end. One end she pushed into Ann, and slowly began fucking her with it. Ann was groaning with the absolute pleasure of it all, but still she kept her tongue inside Sharon's cunt. All the while she was licking, and slurping. 

Kevin's cock was now rock hard. He opened his zip, and took it out. It bounced into view, so glad to be free. The swollen knob was red, and quivering. Pre cum dripped from the end. He wanked hard, his eyes never leaving the two women. Now Ann was on her back. Sharon looked at Kevin.."Is sir getting horny?"she asked."Tell us what to do now?"

"Fuck her, go on fuck her." "Fuck each other" he pleaded.

Sharon again pushed the big dong into Ann's cunt. As well as the tool being long, it was also broad, and it opened her right up. Her cunt lips closed around it eagerly. Sharon sat astride Ann, and Kevin watched as she carefully penetrated her own cunt, with the other end of the rubber dick.. In between sighs, Ann said "come closer, see us fuck." "Watch us come."

Sharon's bum was high in the air, and from the rear, Kevin could see the cock going into both cunts, first withdrawing, and then plunging back inside the two pussies. It was a meeting of two gorgeous sucking devices, both hungry for cock. Ann's fingers had found Sharon's bum hole, and she was finger fucking her. Her arse was wide open. Inside it looked hot , and tight, and succulent. Sharon's hands pummelled into Ann's tits, raking her fingernails, making her squeal. Kevin could see the satisfaction on the faces of both women, as they writhed, and twisted against each other. He continued to wank. It was getting harder to hold back. He didn't want to come yet. He didn't want to lose this delicious feeling. Suddenly they rolled over, still with the cock embedded deep inside both of them.

Sharon was now underneath. Ann's long, lean legs were wide open across Sharon now. Her eyes were glazed, and drool was running from her lips. The big cock still went in and out, as both of them fucked in rhythm. Both cunts were running with juices. Ann leant over, and kissed Sharon full on the lips, her tongue going deep into her mouth. Sharon's eyes were closed, in absolute delirium. Her arms circled around Ann's neck, and drew her lips down to her big engorged tits. Ann sucked , and bit into each nipple. 

Sharon looked at Kevin, and asked innocently," Don't you want to join in?"

Kevin was so enjoying watching, but by this time, his prick was so swollen, and so hard that it was throbbing. His balls ached with the pressure about to erupt. He sat astride Sharon's head, and her tongue felt for his cock. She took the whole shaft into her mouth. 

"Go on Sharon," Ann screamed, "Suck him off, you know he wants it."

Sharon opened her throat right up, and almost swallowed his cock. After a few thrusts he could feel himself about to explode. He pulled out just in time, and shot his load all over both women. They greedily rubbed the abundant creamy spunk all over the dildo, and continued fucking. His role was over, but they carried on, obviously not wanting to stop, and oblivious to him. Ann's breathing was getting faster, and she groaned loudly," I'm coming." " Oh my God, I'm coming."

Kevin saw the glistening liquid spurting from her cunt. Sharon removed the dildo, and slowly licked all over it's smooth surface. Her long tongue out as far as it would go, she slavered all along the shaft, with her eyes never leaving Kevin's. She sucked on the knob that had just been in Ann's cunt, and then offered the other end to Kevin to suck on. He could taste Sharon's succulent sweet juices still on the rubber tool. 

"Now I want to watch," Sharon said, taking control. " Fuck her with your tongue,"

Ann laid down, and opened her legs fully. She spread her pussy lips wide, and Kevin could see that her pubic hair was still wet, with little droplets of cum still attached. He buried his face in the cunt that he had been fucking for two years, and still enjoyed fucking. Her cunt smelt musky, and inviting, as it always did. He licked at the little hard clit. Ann shuddered with the thrill of what was to come. He nibbled gently on her clit, his tongue darting in and out of that open hole. She went into an orgasmic spasm, as she came again, drenching his face in sweet cum, that dribbled down his chin. Sharon's lips caressed his balls from underneath, as he continued to probe into Ann's velvety rich, always sopping wet cunt. As his tongue licked the last juices from Ann's delectable pussy, Sharon sucked at his balls noisily. God, this was heaven. 

"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" he asked Ann.

"Surprisingly yes," she said, and grinned at Sharon.

Sharon laughed, and grinned at him.

He suddenly realised that they had not been at all shy with each other.

Was this really the first time?? 



Dream or Reality?



I have been aroused all day my nipples are burning; my clit is tingling with anticipation. I am tired of my own touch so tired that I am almost exhausted by it. I decide to take a quick fast hot shower hoping that it will exhaust some of the fire between my legs. I dry, quickly still somewhat wet, I lay down on the bed naked hoping if I again play with my self I can somewhat be satisfied till he comes home again. So I lie down and spread my legs so that my wet pussy is getting a cool breeze over it. I run my fingertips over my body, wishing it was someone other then my self at this point. I touch my nipples, my stomach, my thigh everywhere but never touching my pussy. Slow deep breaths I close my eyes and drift off to peacefully dreams. 

I dream of his tongue high up the inside of my thighs, I whimper and spread my legs further apart, knees bend but yet still in a deep sleep. Minutes pass I feel his soft touch flowing over my thighs, licking my skin, I tingling with every kiss. His lips, His mouth so close to me that I am grasping for air. His touch is teasing me unmercifully. My pussy is so swollen, so tight, so wet that it is pulsating, begging for some touch, any touch. "Yes that's it, Yes," Finally I get more of that, more of what I need and want. I am suddenly aware of his tongue against the tip of my clit. Soft, so soft and gently, an overwhelming gentleness that my stomachs muscles tighten as he moves his tongue back and forth, flickering delicately over me. Then suddenly gone, no touch. I hold my breath I cry out wanting, wanting more of his soft touch, wanting, Needing more then just kisses. Then once again I feel his small licks, teasing licks so close to my wet pussy, yet he never actually touch me there. I am still asleep, still in a dream. 

I want more kisses. I want to feel his tongue on my aching pussy; I need to feel his tongue deep inside me. Then he gives in to my desires. Slow at first then pulsating my wet hole with his tongue. His tongue goes slowly deep inside me, exploring me, he start sucking me soft, slow and gently savoring my juices. 

I start to roll my hips up subtle knowing what my body wants, he suck slightly harder. My lips are pink, swollen, and widely sensitive as I wait for his tongue to press even further inside me. Then he stops, I wait, seconds, then minutes pass, Your torturing me unmercifully. I moan, "Oh my god, Oh my god, Yes, Yes, Oh Yes," My legs are jerking, my stomach tightens, Now my breathing is getting faster, and faster, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I waked as I hit my first orgasm, yet my body is slow in waking, wanting to savor the feeling that I am having. Eyes still closed, is this dream or Fantasy, A dream that seems so real, too real. My body is again waiting for him to touch me. A light kiss on the edge of my pussy, another one moving up, kissing my thighs, my stomach, my skin is tingling. He move to my breasts, he surround them covering then but not everywhere. He teases, finally a nipple he finds, he sucks, his tongue slowly caressing, massaging, and then his teeth so slightly bit them. I arch my back. More kisses, he move to my neck. Suddenly his mouth is on my mouth, demanding, flooding my senses. His teeth bit my lip; his tongue is wild, exploring my mouth, demanding to suck the air out of me. I return his kisses; "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH" is all that escapes me. 

I feel so erotic, overwhelming my senesces, the ultimate touch, and his cock pushing against my soft wet skin. He opens me slowly, almost too slowly, almost torturing me, one inch, then two, then he stops, he backs out. I groan in frustration, begging him not to stop. Finally he goes in again this time deeper, deeper until finally I let out a deep sexual groan. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, that feels so good," I scream. I feel his cock throbbing twitching deep inside me; I wrap my legs around his warm body, squeezing his cock. I relax then squeeze again. My nipples are pressed into his chest, they are tingling wanting to feel his lips press and tease them again. 

I want more, I groan needing, begging him to go deeper and fill me. I plead with him; beg him to touch my nipples to bit then, to suck them. I plead with him; I need to be caressed fondled. I signal to him, he draws my legs up knees apart, he grab my butt, pulling my hips back, sliding his cock in and out, in and out. "OHHHHHHHH YAAAAAAAAA," my hips are now rocking up gently savoring, memorizing every small critical tingle. In and out deep inside completely out and then my swollen lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking it inside me, pulling him inside me deeply, almost willing it inside me. So deep, deeper, my head is thrown back, neck exposed, fingers stretched out like a cat, gasping, groaning, and panting. 

My legs, my thighs suddenly start to tremble I can't control it. My body explodes, I grasp, I groan, I jerk. My muscles relaxing then contracting wildly. My body slams into his body. 

Suddenly I feel an almost mystic overwhelming sexual pleasure as my body goes into orgasm after orgasm. I literally cry from the intensity, One minute, two, three minutes my body goes into convolutions, I am exhausted, My body jerks and I feel like a rag doll. I am sweating, trembling, realizing your body is still in me. We roll over your cock still very deep inside me. I lay on top of you and once again drift into a peacefully sleep.

I awake later to wonder was it a dream or was he really there??



Dream or Reality



Sometimes when you've been with the same lover or a spouse, adjusting to a new one is a bit of a challenge. A person can spend literally hours chatting or texting building up the chemistry, the raw desire, only to find out at the moment that it was all just talk and the chemistry just isn't there. This was definitely not the case with, well; I won't tell you his real name, let's just call him Andre.

It isn't always easy for me to get away. Between kids, work, responsibilities, it's a wonder I get any free time to myself at all. It just happens that this particular day I had been able to come up with some excuse or another to leave the house without my youngest child in tow, as is usually what happens. But, I did and in hindsight, I am so very glad I managed it.

He met me at the door of his house with a smile on his face, as I walked in his dog came running up to me for attention. I'm not a big fan of dogs, but being that I was a little nervous, I figured if I stopped for a moment and paid attention to the dog it might settle my stomach. No sooner had 

I bent down to pet the dog than I found Andre behind me, his hands sliding up my back to my hair and gently pulling me up to standing. I couldn't quite tell you how he managed it, but between bringing me up to standing and me fully standing he had turned me to face him. His lips were on mine before I could even look him in the eye. 

His fingers slid through my hair and down my back while his lips were firmly pressed to mine, tongue between my lips. I've been kissed plenty, not that I'm a whore or anything, I just love being kissed, but his kiss was truly amazing. There was a degree of passion and longing it in that I had not felt in years. It was like I could hear him telling me how much he wanted me, how deeply I turned him on and my entire body was melting into his. I felt my panties moisten as his kiss continued. He broke off briefly and found my neck, sucking and biting just a little. It was crazy, almost as if I had told him exactly what spot on my neck to get to drive me the most wild. 

Honestly, I couldn't tell you how we managed to get into his bedroom, or when exactly my clothes came off, but before I realized it, he had me flat on my back, legs spread to him and he was sitting between my thighs. A sudden realization had hit me and I was back to reality for a moment and completely embarrassed at my nakedness in front of him. I realized I was blushing right at about the moment I felt his fingers brush across my clit. 

My body responded immediately, back arched, and I whimpered. It was like electricity through my body, the feeling I hadn't felt in years. He was gentle at first, sliding his fingers across my clit, gently pressing on it, then sliding them down to my tight hole, sliding one finger in, then taking it back and rubbing my clit again. His progression was slow, patient, and yes, it was almost romantic. He leaned down and flicked my clit with his tongue as he pressed two fingers into me, curling them up and pressing against my g-spot. My hips moved to grind against his fingers as he circled my clit with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, scraping his teeth off the hard nub before letting it go and slipping a 3rd finger into me. 

It felt amazing, the pressure on my clit while he slid his fingers in and out of me. My body was responding in a fashion I was amazed and almost embarrassed over. It had been years since anyone had turned me on this much. It was as though he could read my thoughts and knew exactly what I wanted him to do and how to do it. 

He continued sucking and licking my clit, teasing and taunting me. He buried 3 fingers deep inside me, so deep he was hitting the deepest nerve. The divine combination of pleasure and pain and I was raising my hips up to meet his fingers, almost willing him to push me further, be rougher. He took his mouth from my clit, sat up and changed his position, as he did so; he pulled his fingers out of me, causing me to whimper. I didn't want him to stop, not in the slightest. As if he read my thoughts, he reached over and took a tube of lube off the shelf above the bed, drizzling some into his hand, he pushed all 4 fingers into me. It hurt, but in every good way possible. 

As he worked his fingers in me, I felt him stretching me further, his thumb sliding into me as well. It hurt, it was almost a burning sensation, but at the same time, I wanted more, we had talked about this fantasy of mine and now, he was working to make it a reality. For a few stunned moments I laid there realizing he was going to work his entire hand into my tight little hole and I was scared and excited at the same time. He and I had talked about it so many times, 

I almost couldn't believe it was about to happen!

He continued working his hand farther in, I could feel his bony knuckles at the entrance of my pussy and the stretching began to hurt much more. I reached down and grabbed his wrist, unable to talk and tell him to stop. I looked up at him, eyes wide I am sure. He had a mischievous grin across his face as he leaned down and gently kissed my cheek before reaching over and removing my hand from his wrist. He took both my hands in one of his and pinned them above my head with his spare hand and continued to work his other hand to stretching my pussy, gently at first, just edging it forward a little at a time. The burning sensation of the stretching being painful, but at the same time, It was an incredible feeling. 

It seemed like hours that he kept pushing his fingers in, getting them to the knuckles, holding them there for a few moments, then gently easing them back, repeating the process over and over until finally he pushed it a little further and managed to work his hand in past the knuckles. I could feel him curling his fingers to tuck them in, once his hand was nearly all the way inside me, the knuckles just barely in, my pussy stretched to the widest part of his hand, and then, I felt him push it the last bit in and realized his entire hand was inside me, all the way to his wrist. 

He stayed still for a few moments, just keeping his hand buried inside me. It was me that started moving, suddenly realizing just how good it really did feel, his entire hand filling my tight little hole, him having enough patience and skill to get to that point, where no other had been before. I started grinding against his hand, as he began twisting his wrist, causing his fist to move around while I was grinding it harder into me. I started to cum almost immediately, over and over, every few moments cumming again. It was like a double, triple, no, even more than that orgasm. 

I knew I was screaming out in pleasure, my throat was becoming sore, I was in heaven. Experiencing a feeling I never had before, but knowing right then and there that I would want it again, and again. I had never came so hard, so fast, and so many times in a row before. There was nothing like that feeling. Nothing at all! Time flew as he continued pounding my pussy with his fist, my hips grinding against him. 

He finally let loose of my hands above my head and I instantly reached for his rock hard cock. I wanted to stroke it while he was pounding me. With fist still buried deep inside my pussy, he turned his body giving my mouth access to his cock and I started sucking him. I know I was being very aggressive because I was so worked up. I felt myself gag on him several times, but I didn't care, I wanted his cock in my mouth while his fist was deep in my pussy and didn't care if I gagged! 

After multiple orgasms, he slowly slipped his hand out of my pussy. I whimpered in displeasure as I didn't want it to stop. It was like being taken to a cliff and diving off with a parachute, the biggest adrenaline rush I could possibly imagine sexually. He gave me a moment to recover before grabbing my hips and flipping me over to my stomach. He pulled me up to my knees and thrust 2 fingers into my ass before I knew it was coming. 

My body responded immediately, relaxing my muscles so his cock could slip into my tight, wanting ass. As he slid in, his cock being so thick, it stung just enough to hurt, but not enough for it to be a bad hurt.

He wasted no time in burying his cock deep inside me, and then pulling back slowly, a quick hard deep thrust back in, and another slow pulling back out. The teasing was driving me crazy; I just wanted him to bury it in my ass over and over until he blew! I found myself whimper "please," and he responded by burying his cock deep and hard over and over. My hips pushing back against his thrusts, causing his cock to go balls deep, buried as far as possible into me. My body twisting and writhing in pleasurable pain, his hands holding my hips, and pulling me back into him. His nails beginning to dig into my fragile flesh, adding more pain to the pleasure he was giving me. I came fast and hard multiple times before he started groaning and his cock began to throb and harden further, the veins popping out. I knew he was going to blow soon, so I tightened the muscles around his hard shaft to milk his hot cum into my wanting ass. 

He finally blew deep inside me, groaning and leaning in to bite my shoulder as he came. His deep voice was hoarse as he groaned in pleasure, his thrusts slowing, becoming gentle and shallow. 

I couldn't tell you how long we stayed in that position, his cock still in my ass, I on my knees, but it seemed like ages, when I am certain it was only seconds, maybe a minute or two before he rolled over onto his back and I flopped to my stomach. 

We lay together silently for a few moments before he suddenly burst out laughing, I following suit giggling like a girl that had just lost her virginity. 

"Well, I guess we found out that it's not you that can't take a fist, it's the men you've been with that didn't have the sack," he stated in a very "matter of fact" tone. 

I dressed and headed for my car. I drove the few blocks home wondering if we would do that again sometime soon. I knew that I had loved every moment of it, even the painful parts and that I was not likely to find a lover like him again. 

I woke up the next morning wondering to myself if that really did happen. I wasn't sure if I had dreamed it or not. I text Andre later that day, but we never did talk about it. I sometimes wonder if I did, in fact, dream it.



Dream Pizza Delivery



It was cold and raining when I finally reached my last delivery for the night. As I walked up the hill from my car, I noticed there were few lights on. Just as well since they ordered a medium pepperoni and nothing else. As I edged near the door, I couldn't hear much coming from the house, as if they were waiting for me or something. I got ready to ring the doorbell when the svelte woman opened the door wearing this really tight, really skimpy French maids' outfit. As my eyes were bulging at her, she gave me a wicked smile as she invited me in out of the rain. 

As I entered, I got a better look at this ravenous beauty in black. I noticed the tiny tiara on top of her long black hair. Her face was framed by her hair so I noticed her luscious lips and her very high cheek bones. As I carefully looked down, I noticed her ample cleavage barely held in by her outfit, the sheer fabric showing off the belly piercing before noticing the ruffle around her waist. Before my mind had a chance to register at least the mere hint of a fantasy with her, a male voice cleared its throat from the back of the room. 

I turned to see her husband sitting in a Hugh Hefner style smoking jacket. He had a huge grin on his face as he asked if his wife gave me a tip yet. I was so bent on observing his hottie of a wife that I forgot about the pizza and the money. My boss was going to kill me if I forgot the payment. It was then that his wife gave me a twenty dollar bill with a wicked smile on her face. She looked at her husband kind of hesitantly before asking me if I had time for her tip. My smile must have been a signal before she had me set the pizza down before kneeling down before me. I watched as her eyes fastened onto the growing bulge under my khaki shorts. 

Her husband then told me I was to stay still as she gave me my compensation for driving out in the pouring rain. The sound of my zipper being undone took my attention before feeling her hot breath on my genitalia. A moment or two of hesitation and a forlorn look at her husband preceded a small lick on the head of my cock before she slowly took me fully into her mouth. The sight of this older woman in this slutty outfit on the end of my sexual extremity was enough to make me want to fill her mouth fully with my young seed. She wasn't like the girls in school that tried to inhale it as if it was a string of coke. She took her time, feeling the suction on every inch of my seven inch member. I was in the presence of a cock sucking master. 

I felt more empowered as her husband said this was fine and he pulled out his member and began to stroke slowly. He began to explain how his wife lost a bet they had and it was part of the consequence that she was to dress the way she did and give the next stranger that walked in a complete and total oral finish. With those final words, I felt myself release utterly and totally down this beauty's throat. I looked down as this lady was swallowing every drop my inexperienced cock could empty into her, the corners of her mouth smiling as I looked there in disbelief. Most of my previous partners, scratch that, all of them insisted I cum on their faces or fuck them to release. Having a woman swallow me was exhilarating, mesmerizing. It was then that her husband brought me down to earth by asking if I wasn't able to stay a bit longer. 

I figured I could think of a good excuse, so I agreed to stick around. I then watched as our little maid began to pull down her underwear so her shaven pussy came into view. I then volunteered to get on the floor and began to lick her. As my tongue tried to break the speed record, she grabbed my hair gently and told me to slow down. None of the other girls let me go down there with my tongue, so I was very eager to please this woman who just a few moments ago took every bit of my essence down her throat. I slowly let my tongue run up and down her smooth clit as I heard her moans a little muffled. I looked up to see her husband's endowment deep in her mouth as her eyes were closed. Her top was unstrung to reveal her wonderfully large nipples just begging to be bitten. I went back to feasting on her luscious lips as her hips began to buck against my tongue. It was a few moments until her juices covered my chin and mouth. As I rose up from where I was, she pulled her husband's cock out of her mouth long enough to bury her tongue inside my mouth, licking her essence off of me. The naughtiness of this act brought my cock back to hardness as she told me to lie down.

I watched as she then straddled my cock with a big grin on her face. Her tightness grabbed onto my shaft as she lowered herself down with a massive scream. As she scrunched down on top of me, she told me how she wanted to always have a young stud in her pussy while her husband's cock pounded her ass. I actually felt him inside her thru her as we both began to screw her. It took a while before we got a good rhythm going. I watched as her breasts heaved in front of me before I grabbed one and began to bite that nipple hard. Her moans were as an instant aphrodisiac as I felt my seed bubble from below me as I shot hard and fast into her pussy. The wicked smile she gave me was tattooed inside my brain as I watched her lean back so her husband could cum all over those beautiful breasts. 

Like all good dreams, I seemed to not want to wake up until my cell phone went off. It was my boss looking for me. I apologized for being there so long and headed towards the door as his wife walked me there. She gave me a long tongue kiss again and let me know to come back after work for a nightcap. It took a while to fix myself up before getting back to the store, but as I ran out the door after being counted out, I wanted to speed back there for the next round.



Dream Police: Sphincter Division



The phone rang.

Lance Meadows stared at it for a moment, then leaped across the desk, startling his partner, Derek Anthony. “Dream Police, Sphincter Division.”

“Oh, thank God you’re there!” The woman’s voice was shaky, filled with unshed tears. “I’ve been having the worst dreams lately and I need your help!”

“We’re on our way!” Lance slammed the receiver back onto its cradle. “Come on, Derek! It’s an emergency!”

Sirens blazing, Meadows and Anthony sped over to the cozy house tucked on a side street in the more expensive part of town. The woman who answered the door looked as if she’d been crying and hid her face behind a long fall of black hair.

“Thank you for coming. Please come in.”

The two officers stepped into the home, taking a summary look around before turning their attention back on the woman. Lance noticed that she was pretty, with cornflower blue eyes and a mouth shaped like a bow. She was of Asian descent and was built on the small side, her chin just reaching Derek’s chest and he was the shorter of the two officers at 5’11”.

“So, what can we help you with, ma’am?”

“It’s my ass.”

Lance and Derek exchanged glances. “Your ass, ma’am?”

“Yes.” She began to cry again. “It’s … it’s too small!”

Derek took her arm and led her to the sofa, patiently waiting for her tears to dry while Lance looked at photos perched on the mantel. In most of the pictures, she was sharing an embrace with a large black man. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

She took a breath and pushed the hair back from her face. “My name is Akiko and that’s my husband, Gerald. At least for now … “ A new round of tears started.

“What do you mean?”

“He told me that he wants a divorce because he can’t get his huge cock into my tight asshole!”

Again, the officers looked at each other, enduring yet another bout of tears. This was going to take a long time. “So the problem is that you have a small asshole?”

“Yes.”

“Have you tried getting a toy or anything like that?”

“I’ve tried but it’s just really hard!”

“Hold on a moment.” Derek motioned Lance over to the mantel, casting an eye back on the distraught woman. “Lance, we’ll have to help her with this.”

“Are you sure? We could call for backup.”

“No, we won’t need backup and besides, the captain would be upset if we wasted man hours for a problem like this.”

Lance turned away, his face turning red. “I-I don’t know, Derek. Last time … “

“Last time, you were sick with a cold. Anyone knows that influenza can directly affect the cock’s ability to stay hard.” Derek patted Lance’s shoulder. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” Lance released a hard breath. “But I was just so embarrassed. And then when you had to blow me … “

“Hey, what are friends for?” Derek gave his partner a playful punch. “Now come on. Don’t think about it. Remember out motto? ‘Serve Them Erect.’ This woman needs our help and it’s our job to help her! Now, can you do it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can. And Derek?” Lance stopped Derek as he turned back to the teary woman. “Thanks.”

“No problem, man. Now let’s handle this call.” Derek led the way back to Akiko. “All right, Akiko. We can help you.”

“Oh, thank you!” She launched herself into his arms and both officers giggled. “Let’s go upstairs and see if we can’t solve your problem.”

Akiko immediately undressed when they reached the bedroom and sat on the bed, watching as both officers undressed, Lance reaching for his utility belt. He extracted a tube of something and set it on the nightstand, his other hand stroking his cock into hardness. Derek sensed his partner’s anxiety and took the lead, bringing his eight-inch cock to bear in front of her.

“We have to start with a witness statement.”

Akiko nodded knowingly and curled her small hand around Derek’s thick, veiny rod, her rosebud mouth opening and sliding over the head. Derek balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth to withstand her soft lips. He nearly shouted when she lazily dragged her teeth across his super-sensitive crown.

“Okay. That’s good. Now my partner.”

Lance fought past the lump in his throat and the uncertainty in his heart and stepped toward her, his six-and-a-half incher hanging, half-flaccid. She ignored his apprehension and went straight to work, awakening his cock and bringing it into glorious, rigid life. The smile on Lance’s face was as large as his ego now.

“All right, miss. This might be a little difficult but we want to make sure that we do a good job. Time to do the report.”

Lance laid down on the bed, smiling widely as Akiko crawled over him, pausing to sink his stiff pole into her wet pussy. Derek moved behind them, rubbing his pre-cum dripping prick on her creamy ass globes and reaching down to give his partner’s balls a reassuring squeeze. Lance’s eyes met his over her shoulder and he winked. Good. Everything was going well so far. The next part of the procedure was going to be the toughest, but he, Derek Wayne Anthony, hadn’t lost a citizen yet and he wasn’t going to start now.

He squeezed a small amount of lubrication onto his finger and gently rubbed it on her ass hole. Akiko flinched, throwing a look of absolute terror back at him, but Lance grabbed her jaw and pulled her eyes back to his, letting his hands move down and caress her breasts. Pinching her nipples caught and held her attention while Derek slid one finger into her asshole. Immediately, she shouted in pain, trying to pull away from him and escape.

“Ma’am, please don’t move. We won’t harm you.”

“It already hurts!”

“You’ve asked for our help, ma’am. We can’t help you without completing the report.”

Akiko seemed to rethink her actions and nodded to Derek. “Okay.”

“Breathe deeply, bear down a little and think about my partner’s cock in your pussy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Derek kept his finger inside her and waited until Lance had found a steady rhythm again, then slid two in. Akiko screamed again, this time from the combination of his invading digits and her second orgasm. Lance whimpered, feeling her cunt muscles gripping him and fighting to stave off his own climax. Sweat boiled on his forehead and his jaw muscles were beginning to ache but a wink from Derek let him know that he was doing a superlative job. That gave him the strength to carry on. He wouldn’t let his partner down!

Another finger slid in, bringing the total to three and Derek worked them down to the knuckles. Akiko’s scream was muffled this time, her mouth filled with Lance’s tongue. He kept working them, adding more lube when it was needed and finally satisfied, he stepped behind her and pressed the head of his cock inside.

“No! No, officer! I can’t do it!”

“Yes, you can, Akiko. You’re a strong woman! Do this for the sake of your community!”

She screamed. Her nipples and her filled pussy couldn’t keep her mind off of the pain that coursed through her loins and up her spine. So imagine her surprise when the ache melted to a dull throb and an undeniable surge of pleasure racked her body from pussy lips to nipple tips. Derek held absolutely still, knowing, through long experience, what changes were going on in Akiko. Lance didn’t move, either, waiting for his partner’s signal that all was well. Akiko gave the signal, pushing back into Derek’s body and accepting his entire fat prick in her tiny hole.

“Now, Lance. Now!”

Lance started slamming into her pussy, shivering at the feeling of his partner’s prick through the thin membrane of her body and Derek matched the rhythm, grasping her ass and ramming himself into her. Akiko came first and her clutching pussy set Lance and Derek off, both spewing hot ropes of thick cum into her pussy and ass holes. Derek pulled off first, then helped Lance up, leaving Akiko covered with the sheets and blankets.

“Oh, my God! That was fantastic! You’ve saved my life!”

“No problem, ma’am.” Derek flinched as Lance sucked his limp prick clean. “It’s our job.”

While Derek licked his cock clean of Akiko’s juices, Lance gave her one of their cards. “Here’s our card. If you ever need our help again, please don’t hesitate to call.”

Akiko took the card and watched the officers finish their dressing. “Dream Police. Sphincter Division? I never knew that there was such a division.”

“There are a lot of divisions in our force, Akiko. There’s a world of people with a world of problems.” Derek gave her his best official smile. “Well, we’re off.”

“Good bye! And thank you so much!”

*****

When they arrived back at the station, the captain called them into his office.

“You guys did it again!” He hung up the phone, wearing a big smile. “I just got off the phone with Akiko Myers and she said her husband was fucking her ass three ways to Sunday. In fact, he was doing it while I was talking to her!” Derek, Lance and the captain broke into laughter. “You guys are the best!”

“Thanks, Captain!” Derek clapped Lance on the back and they gleefully went back to their desks.

“Hey, Derek?”

“Yeah, Lance?”

“You’re the best partner a guy ever had!”

“Same to you, guy.”

They sat smiling each other until the phone rang again.

Lance smiled and snatched up the receiver. “Dream Police, Sphincter Division.”



Dream Raider, Episode 01



I saw her for the first time doing laps in the Y swimming pool. She was a good swimmer, that's what first caught my attention. A sleek woman in a lemon-colored one-piece swimsuit, cutting through the water like an arrow. Strong, efficient strokes. Powerful scissoring kicks which seemed not to splash. Rapid flipping turns at the end of each lap, without a motion wasted or her rhythm disturbed. 

I did not immediately think of her body sexually, as I was prone to do. Instead I saw it as an impeccably efficient machine, designed for the purpose of moving through the alien element water. The design took aesthetics into account, but not as a primary concern. My first emotional response was envy. I wished I could swim with her speed and her grace. (I had been on the school swim team for three years but had not distinguished myself there.) I wished I looked as good as she did while doing it.

I watched her for a long time from my deck chair. She had stamina on top of everything else, maintaining her vigorous pace for twenty minutes or half an hour, until I grew tired just watching her. 

It wasn't until she got out of the water, until I saw her face, that I wondered what it would be like to go to bed with her. She was tall and slender, a bit too severe to be called pretty. What I think they call a handsome woman. Older than me, yet younger than my mother. She looked like a teacher, to whom I would be a most eager student. The water cascaded down her body, molding the yellow suit to her athletic frame. Her breasts were tightly bound, but her pebbly nipples stood out against the material like minute symmetrical flaws in the aerodynamic design. She pulled off her swim cap. Her shoulder-length hair looked black wet under the high fluorescents and the shimmering blue reflection of the pool water, but I hypothesized it to be a medium brown.

She looked up in my direction and I shriveled in my chair. As if she could somehow be aware of the intensity with which I had watched her swim. As if she could know how I longed to drink the bleach-scented water which dripped from her legs. As if she would show me any interest at all.

Me: eighteen years old but I look like I'm twelve. And a boy. Flat as a surfboard and like some kind of a freak since I shaved my head. I did that to piss off my Mom. She said that I should make an effort to act more "like a girl," to save her the mortification of having to defend my sexuality to her church committee friends. She wouldn't allow me to get pierced or tattooed (though legally adult I haven't worked up the courage to make such drastic moves without her consent) but she couldn't stop me from hauling the clippers from under the sink and buzzing my head. Ten minutes later I was Sinead O'Connor, only not as beautiful. Furthering my insult to her sense of femininity, I stopped shaving my legs or my pits. My puss is bald, though. That was kind of an impulse thing. I haven't decided if I like it or not. (Not that it matters- nobody sees it but me.) So in terms of hair, I'm like a negative image. Hair where there should be none and vice versa. I almost shaved my eyebrows to complete the effect but I was afraid they wouldn't grow back.

So even if she noticed me, it wasn't in a good way. She just headed off to the locker room. After a few seconds, I got up and followed. 

I'm not totally lesbian. I would say bi because I get hot like this for guys sometimes too. It's all academic at this point anyway because I haven't ACTUALLY fucked anybody, guy or girl, yet. I say ACTUALLY like that because in a way I've had lots of sex. In a way I'm a real slut princess. 

I'll explain that in a bit.

One advantage to the les side, though, is the whole locker room thing. I know guys who would give a million bucks to see what I see every time I go in there. They would covet the foxy lady in the lemon swimsuit and then have to go home and imagine what she looks like naked. Me, I just follow her inside and wait. Though getting a glimpse was only half my mission.

I found her at a locker and thankfully I was not too late. I hovered for a second behind her and looked at the dial on the padlock as she turned it. 42-28-10. Saying these numbers in my head to commit them to memory, I turned and pretended to dig around in one of the empty lockers on the opposite wall. 

I stole another glance in time to watch her peel the suit off. Her ass was a perfect inverted heart the exact right size to fit in my cupped palms. When she bent over to pick the wet suit up off the floor, I got just a flash of slitted peach and dark curly fuzz. My knees went weak. She grabbed a towel and as she wrapped it about herself I saw the side of one perfect breast. And I mean perfect. I'm no fan of floppy D-cup silicone fakery. I like natural, not too big but soft and round. Swollen nipple the color of cotton candy, which is how my spit tasted when I swallowed.

I wanted to lick every inch of her.

She went off to the showers. I could have followed. There were separate shower stalls but I maybe could have got another eyeful. But I didn't want her to catch on that I was stalking her. Even though I was. So I went home.

That night in my narrow virgin's bed, panties in a tangled wad somewhere in the bed-sheets, legs spread like I was about to give birth. I wasn't ready to perform my greatest trick yet, so I would have to settle for this one. Both hands at work on my naked hairless puss. Slick and hot and smelly and ripe. Imagining her down there. My clit was like an angry bee trapped under the skin. I gouged the bee with my thumb to piss it off more. Four finger penetration, stretching myself out. Left-hand index finger slick with pussy slime snuck into my asshole. This is something I have only dared to try recently. But yes. It was good. Nothing down there has been touched with anyone's physical hands but my own, but I fucked myself at least once nightly and I knew all the magic buttons. In my head it was her, all her.

I brought my sex-soaked hand to my face and spread the juicy musk all over my lips and nose and chin and then licked my fingers clean. My vaginal scent and taste was savory and familiar. I've read that every woman tastes different, and I imagined her sweet and fruity and clean. I wanted her on my face instead of myself. I would not wash after, so I could go to sleep tasting her and smelling her. Beside her in her arms, head against her soft breasts.

I rolled over on my side and closed my legs so my hand had to force its way in between and in this way I violated myself. I raped myself and it was this thought which gave me a shuddering clenching orgasm which was over just as it began and was a disappointment considering.

In the other world, my orgasms can last for days.

***

She was not at the Y the next day but I was not overly disappointed. I'm a patient girl. On the third day, my patience was rewarded. From my deck chair perch I watched her just long enough to be reminded of why I wanted this. Her graceful athleticism. Her sleek body. I imagined her swimming inside me, like a sperm cell seeking the light. The image was vivid and tantalizing and I further imagined the shock waves I would create if I just slid my hand inside my suit and stroked myself off right there in front of everybody. The idea sprouted like a mutated seed in my mind and I had to get up and go commit my petty crime before I could commit the worse sin of public masturbation.

Ideas like that are dangerous for me. It's like Tourette's or something. I have zero impulse control. It's got me in trouble more than once.

Anyway, I went into the locker room. Almost empty, thankfully. To her locker, same one she used before, as if it was my own and I had every right. 42-28-10. It seemed too easy to be theft. Anyway, it really wasn't. I wasn't going to rob her. In her purse I found her wallet. Driver's license said Nora Merrick, 348 Mariposa St. Good. I knew where that was. I carefully replaced the wallet in the purse, the purse in the locker, and then I guess I did steal something. Peach-colored, lace-fringed, French-cut cotton panties. I got just a whiff of her before I crammed them into my pocket and shut the locker door. As sweet as I had imagined.

Don't think I'm some kind of panty freak, because I'm not really. OK, well maybe a little, but the panties did have a real purpose as you'll soon see. 

I went home then, thinking of the look on her face when she found they were missing. Better yet, she would have to get dressed without them. Nora Merrick, object of my desire and target of my nefarious design, walking around all day with no panties on. The thought pleased me and made me want to do this even more. Talk about good vibrations.

So. At night. In bed. Almost the same program. Me naked below the waist. Nora's panties on the pillow beside me. Hands busy polluting myself. Just priming the pump, though. If I brought myself off, this wouldn't work. Tension was essential.

Inside me the wires grew tight but I did not let them snap. I closed my eyes and rolled over on the pillow so my face was mashed up against her scent. I could follow it like a psychic bloodhound. I closed my eyes and drifted. It takes practice, like auto-hypnosis. Not asleep but certainly not awake. In the state between, where magic is possible.

There is the weird buzzing tingle in my head and the whining noise which used to scare me but which I've come to relish. Disengagement. I float above my bed and look down at myself. I look like a little girl when I sleep. It's comforting to see myself this way but I do not tarry. This state is fragile and temporary and I can't afford to waste it.

I slip easily through the ceiling into the starry night sky. Fly up on strong dark wings until the town is spread out before me with strings of yellow light. I find Mariposa Street and descend upon 348. Follow her scent into her bedroom and hope she's sleeping. I find her like a Queen in repose, resplendent in silk nightgown and silk sheets. I imagine electric friction tickling her flesh with every sleeping movement. She is alone, for which I am grateful. Though it does not really matter. 

I pounce on her and like a vaporous ghost I am breathed into her open mouth. I am inside her. Inside her dream.

Now you might say I'm just dreaming myself. That this is just some trick of lucidity. Sex fantasy visualization. No. It's real. This is a talent I've had all my life. I used to go into the dreams of my parents and my brother when I was a little girl, until this grew too disturbing. I didn't know it worked on people outside my family until I invaded the dreams of Emma Evans, my first real girl crush. She fell asleep in study hall and I just slipped in and did my thing. Sucked off her dream-pussy. The look she gave me when she woke up removed all doubt that it had been my imagination.

Nora Merrick is dreaming of drifting in a rowboat in a gorgeous rocky Mediterranean bay. She is sunbathing. Nude. Legs open to the warming rays. Sea-spray dappling her bronzed breasts. I drift down like a seabird diving for prey and slide silently beneath the waves. I pull myself onto the side of her little boat, peeking out of the water at her.

I'm not myself in these invasive dreams. My body, that is. I have some control over the form I will take, but most of it depends on the dreamer. What she expects to see. What she desires, or fears. In dreams these emotions are not very different. In Nora's dream I have assumed a monstrous form. Some creature from the depths of her subconscious. I gaze upon her with unblinking squid eyes. She peers over at me, unalarmed. She barely opens her eyes even as I slide a long suckered tentacle on board and wrap it around her leg. I pull her back with me into the primordial sea. Beneath the waters of her own consciousness I have my way with her.

At first she does not resist as I wrap my many tentacles about her. She does not struggle; shows no fear of drowning in these waters. I pull her into my beak-like maw and bite down into the saltwater taffy of her sex. The taste is divine. Intoxicating. She moans in pain or pleasure which emerges from her throat in huge gurgling bubbles. I twist her body around and force my cunt into her mouth. It's changed, too. My pussy is a parasitic thing attached to my body like a miniature version of the beast I have become. It is prehensile and aware. Pulls Nora's jaws open with its own tentacles and insinuates itself into her throat. It feels like it's covered with a hundred clitorises, each one oscillating with its own separate frequency of pleasure as she is forced to swallow. My pussy wants to crawl into her stomach and through her bowels and be shit out the other side. By forcing her to consume me I will have consumed her. Completely. 

Nora and I spin in the water in our frenzied cannibalistic sixty-nine. My jellied appendages quiver. My body swells. I'm coming. Even for a dream raider fuck this is intense.

Then something very strange happens. 

She changes. Nora's form shifts. Into some huge mermaid-shark. With a hundred serrated teeth she bites down on my throat-fucking pussy-fish and swallows it in one choking gulp. Wounded, I am thrust back into my human form. I am pulled drowning into her depths, bleeding between the legs with what feels more like castration than menstruation. The blood will bring more sharks, I think.

Above me, Nora the mermaid-shark wags a shaming finger at me before her hand is transfigured into a fin and nothing human remains about her. She dives to finish me off and I let out a bubbling scream of the purest terror I have ever known . . .

. . . and then I awoke in my bed, the scream still clawing at my throat, begging to be freed. But I was safe. 

Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. My dream lovers had always, always, been compliant to my desires. No matter how perverse. Why was she different? Why should she fight back?

Between my legs the sheets were soaked. At first I thought I had pissed the bed in my helpless infantile terror. But when I felt the stuff it was slimy and viscous between my fingers. Some weird vaginal ejaculation. I'd read about such things but somehow thought them to be a myth, or at least an anomaly which would not apply to me.

I raised my fingers to my nose. They smelled like seawater.

***

I of course avoided the Y for several days until I could stand it no more. I did not sleep for more than a few hours that whole time, for fear that she would invade my dreams as I had invaded hers. Finally, sleeplessness and a host of other emotions I could not define pulled me back. 

She caught me at my locker before I could even get undressed, grabbing my shoulder and turning my muscles to liquid as if in remembrance of the dream.

"Hey, Octopussy, I think you and I have a lot to talk about," she said. "For starters, I'd like to have my panties back."

*

NEXT TIME: The darkness. An amateur's guide to the stars inside. After the garden is gone. 



Dream Reality



In a dark so deep that not even the shadows can creep, comes a light from off in the distance. Its brilliance is comforting; a presence that overwhelms the senses and gives a feeling that can only be explained as home. Moving towards it is the only way to fix the discomfort caused by standing exposed in a space so alone, so foreign. As I move closer the source of the light begins to take shape. It's a rose, floating in the middle of the room. It is brilliant white and the light is coming from it. Illuminating the space so completely that it is obvious there is nothing to fear as long as this magical rose is close. As my hand closes around it and I bring it close to my nose to breathe its unearthly scent, the music starts to play. I start to sway with the rhythm, loosing myself for once, giving myself the permission to simply feel. I stop thinking and very soon the swaying turns to dancing.

As soon as I loose myself; my fears, inhibitions, hatred, pain; he comes to me. Sometimes it's as if the song my soul has released at that moment calls him and he knows that I need him. I've come to this space many times and in many states of mind but it is never until I have given myself over to that place that I am able to find him, or that he finally comes to me to heal me, save me, take me. In this place I am his completely. I am free of everything, except perhaps lust.

It has always been with my body that I am best able to express myself and my feelings. With my body I know that I can show my true form, give the best of myself. I know that there are parts of me that are exposed that I am unable to share otherwise. He knows this as well. He nurtures this fact of my soul and it is with him that I experience what true abandon can be.

When he finds me he is always first behind me. His arms encircle my waist, giving me his strength as his heat washes over my body. Safe, is the thought that flows into my consciousness, I know that with him my fears are pointless. I know that should I need to face anything that I will never be alone, I only need to call. I feel his cheek brush against mine as he pulls me into a waltz. He guides me through the steps leading us across the floor, through time, space, and beyond. Everything slips away as we start to dance and soon I have been turned and am truly in his arms. The music changes and we are now gliding. Our steps are effortless; we are doing something we have done since the beginning of our souls. Without words we reach for one another; the completeness that we are only able to experience when the other is around is breathtaking. 

There is a fire growing between us by now. Intensity that is rarely felt explodes around us as he leads us from what I've always assumed was a ballroom. The rose that has been clasped between our hands is still the only light as we rush through corridors looking for a room to suit our needs. I am lifted and carried over a threshold into a room holding a huge canopied bed. With great care I am placed upon the coverlet and he steps back as if to admire the picture of me. There are times when I feel a great sadness at this act, he seems to be memorizing. It is as if he needs to remember me as I am at that exact moment, and the reason behind it is unfathomable. The glimpse of sadness only ever lasts for seconds. His attention is back on my body and it is the only time I have ever felt like a goddess. When his eyes are devouring me I feel beautiful and it is the only time I allow myself the chance to enjoy it. 

It is only a matter of moments until his hands are joining his eyes and before I know it my clothes are being stripped from me. He takes great care when undressing me. Every time a new inch of skin is exposed he kisses it; leaving a trail of warm wet spots across and over my skin. The warmth of his attentions never has time to fade. As soon as I am naked his body covers mine and my lips are taken in a kiss that takes my breath away; I am overwhelmed by the emotion I feel coming from him. He kisses across my cheek to my ear, taking the earlobe into his mouth giving it a small nip with his teeth. He continues down my throat, my collarbone and down my chest. He starts to circle one breast, every light touch bringing his mouth closer to my nipple. It is sweet torture. I arch into him attempting to move him faster, my body begging him to give me what I want. He does not comply and continues on with his treatment. As soon as I begin to think I can take no more, I feel my nipple pulled into his mouth. The pleasure of that moment is so intense I cry out. He sucks hard as a hand comes up to cover the other breast. 

Kissing down my body he touches each rib with his lips. Moving across my stomach to my hip bone he laves at the hollow he finds there. His hands reach around my body and grab my ass. Up to this point his actions have been slow, steady, and sweet; when he buries his face between my legs it is with such swiftness I am unable to catch my breath. His tongue dips inside me for too brief a second before he takes my clit into his mouth and my hips arch off the bed. It doesn't take him long to learn what movements make me squirm, which ones pull a cry from my lips, which movements have me threading his hair through my fingers and pulling. He teases me, tortures me; pleasures me completely. A finger slides deep inside me, followed quickly by another. I shatter. 

I feel him kissing his way back up my body. The slow sweet motions from before are back. It's as if he is memorizing my body this time with his lips and hands. Worshiping every inch of skin he can touch. I feel gorgeous; more so than I ever have in my life. In his hands, safe and admired I become someone I can only be here in this moment. I savor it, and him, with every fiber of my being. 

As soon as I can my fingers are in his hair again. I bring his lips to mine, the first touch of them sending lightening down my spine. His weight atop me is perfect; he belongs here with me like this. I arch my hips moving in a way that brings us even closer together. I'm wet, hot, slick. The need to have him inside me has turned primal. The energy between us is changing again. We are becoming frantic. He kisses me as if I may disappear; he possesses me with each embrace. When he finally slides inside me, buried fully, our eyes lock and it is at that time I know we share some part of our souls. Slowly; inch by excruciatingly slow inch; he slides from me only to seat himself again with the same agonizing stroke. For the second time I shatter, this time with such intensity it surprises us both.

I wrap my legs around him and my arms around his neck; I pull him to me. I want to be as close to him as I can be as I feel him inside me. I want to bring him as much pleasure as he has brought me. We are moving together now, matching each other. Our rhythm is increasing. Our bodies are becoming covered in a light sheen of sweat. I can taste the saltiness of it when I bury my face in his neck, when I nip at his ears, or when I kiss his temples. He takes my lips in another kiss. This time there is nothing sweet, this time he is claiming me. In this moment I am his and as my reality slips away from me I know that there will never be a more perfect being to share myself with than him. He is close now, he is starting to cum and as he does I cum again with him. Our eyes meet as we do, he lays his forehead on mine then and we share one small very sweet kiss.

He rolls off of me but as he does he folds me into his side, my head coming to rest on his shoulder. He is stroking my skin, kissing my temples, soothing me as we start to return to normal. I know that our time together is close to an end. I know that soon he will leave; I understand that what we have is on borrowed time. I know that if I close my eyes he will fade away and I will have to spend my nights searching for him again. It is what must happen because as much as we belong to each other we are not allowed to be together here in this realm. I fight it but his touches are doing what they are meant to do and I feel my eyelids becoming heavy. A finger brushes my cheek and tilts my lips to his for one final kiss before I slip away into sleep within a dream. 

I hear the music again, floating through my unconscious mind. He has taken the rose from beside the bed and placed it in my hands as I slept and now its comforting light is what guides me back to reality. I watch it bloom as I wake, its beauty a promise that I will dance with him again.



Dream Realized



Special note to the readers: This story is part two of my story "Secret Hiding Place". You must read that other story before continuing with this one, otherwise you'll miss the plot entirely. 

Advantages of getting laid on a regular basis became apparent during the first week after my sister and I started sleeping with each other. I no longer had this turmoil inside of me just waiting to be released, because it was being released on a daily basis. I was satiated, sexually, and I was satisfied, both physically and emotionally—as was she. We both were thoroughly happy. There was a bounce in our steps, as my mother would later put it. We, all of a sudden, seemed content in this squalid place called our village. So much so that I even started getting up early in the mornings because I couldn't wait for the new day to begin.

Sex during the first few days was a bit awkward because we were just getting to know each other. We were overzealous, to say the least, and we fumbled and floundered a lot. The awe of each new discovery was accompanied by the clumsiness of not knowing our way around each other's bodies. But once the lava had fully erupted and we were able to get things out of our systems, we calmed down. Once the rush to do everything at once subsided, we started to focus on a few things at a time. Our communication in bed improved and we started doing things to each other that led to many a wonderful orgasms. We started to really enjoy each other.

We quickly got used to each other's tastes, aromas, and quirks. I found her to be extremely delicious. I enjoyed being with her in our private moments. I enjoyed holding her in my arms, feeling her breasts against my chest, and I particularly enjoyed being inside of her. There were many times when I would sit in her favourite position with my cock buried in her belly and both of us kissing and caressing each other until the wee hours of the morning. There was never a rush to climax, but once that slow simmering turned into one boiling kettle, it was from the depths of our beings. Each time I came, it was so encompassing that I couldn't imagine anything better. I felt so thoroughly and deeply moved each time that I couldn't think of any feelings more beautiful.

I couldn't believe the effects of having an orgasm had on my sister. She was very affectionate before and during sex, but after she had her orgasms, she became a living definition of veneration. The amount of adoration she bestowed upon me was beyond belief. I loved every moment of it and I loved turning her into that special person; not only because once she reached that level, she made sure that I was in heaven, but because I loved the sounds of satisfaction that emanated from her throat and the magical way her body writhed under me as she experienced the release. Many a times she cried because the feelings overwhelmed her to tears. I held her against me even longer than usual on those occasions and the tenderness and caring poured out of our skins and went into the other's nervous system.

Unknown to the rest of the world, we were a couple and we acted like one. She was my woman, my wife, my soul mate. I was her companion, her man, her husband. We lived together as a couple and we performed our household tasks as a couple. Our mother also lived in that house—well, it was our mother's house to begin with—but she stayed out of our way most of the time because of her times spent with Precious and Chibuku. Whenever she did spend time with us, we reverted back to being her son and daughter, and behaved as such, but as soon as she was out of the way, it was time for our union, for us to express our heartfelt love and desires for each other.

My sister liked to have sex as much as—if not more than—I did. She made sure that all of her chores were done as early as possible so that we could be with each other for maximum period of time. At first, most of that time was spent making love. However, once we overcame our hunger and things became a bit normal, and once we realized that it was real, that we were real, and that we would be with each other for as long as we chose to do so, lovemaking became a continuous activity instead of just plain fuck sessions. We started to focus on prolonging the stimulation and keeping each other aroused for as long as possible, instead of just screwing each other until we were spent. 

I also became clear-headed.

I no longer spent time thinking about having sex and fantasizing about Precious, my sister, or even my mother. I no longer longed to practice those positions from my dad's secret book with someone. I was actually doing it with my sister and I was getting my fill. Before I used to sit around the farm and do nothing. The sperm in my body that ached to be released used to incapacitate me to the point of zero productivity. Now that that sperm was flowing out of me on a regular basis, I was no longer incapacitated during the day. My brain started to focus on other things that mattered in life. The most amazing part was that after draining my energies into her, I actually felt more vigorous. So much so that I became very industrious.

I actually started to think of my life—where it was headed, how it could be improved, and how she and I could have a better future. 

Unfortunately the village didn't provide any opportunities for improving our future and we didn't have the resources to move to a place that did. I was caught between wanting to do a lot and not having anything to do. I was ready to journey but had no destination. She and I discussed the matter quite seriously, but in the end, we came up with nothing. Our lot was to continue our daily life as it was, without changing the status quo. Still, I wasn't depressed the way I previously used to be after a similar realization. She was there and I found her to be very uplifting in those newfound positions.

I started to get ready with her in the mornings and as she left for the convenience store, I went to the farm. Originally the idea was to finish tending to the animals early and come home early. This way she and I could spend even more time together; the bonus being that I would start my day with her and end it within her. As a side effect, my mother saw me spending more time at the farm so she decided to stop going there as she used to. She started nursing her hangovers at home while I was forced to do what she used to do or what was required to be done.

Once I started to do farm related chores, I became aware of our farm. As silly as that sounds, it is the truth. Up until I had to dig my first ditch to drain the rainwater away from our would-be crops, I didn't really pay attention to what we had. Before I used to see miles of grass and thorn bushes as far as the eyes could see, but once I started to worry about the coming rainy season and how—nay, where—I was going to plant enough corn to sustain us through the coming year, I realized that there was actually earth underneath the grass and around the bushes; earth that could grow things, different things, not just corn. My sister always battled to get fresh vegetables to sell in the store; heck, I could become her supplier. I could even plant fruit trees and sell the fruit once it ripened. There was a link between the store and this earth and consequently between my sister and me. She and I both could work together for a better future—and we could do it independent of each other. I could provide her with whatever she needed to sell and she could sell all that I would provide. I'll make my profit from the store and she could make her profit from her customers, who were always bitching and moaning about lack of fresh vegetables, fresh fruit, fresh milk, and fresh meat. Heck, this land also had our herd grazing on it; in a way, it could also provide that fresh milk and fresh meat they wanted. I could grow a larger, much larger herd. Not just cows, but sheep and goats and chickens. Shit, I could even start supplying stuff to other villages around us and may be even take it to the nearest cities.

To say that I became excited at my fantasies of a better future would be an understatement. I was excited beyond belief. I was actually aroused at the thoughts of making something out of my life. There was a purpose growing in my brain and the exhilaration it gave me even surpassed the exhilaration of having sex with the sweetest and most delicious woman on this earth. That night, as I held my sister in my arms, my body and mind were in two different places. For once, I wasn't eager to enter her body; rather I chose to pick her brain; for a while at least, until my euphoria from the daydreaming eventually transferred to my penis, which I then started to transfer into her with slow and steady strokes at first, and with wild and stormy thrusts afterwards as we delved deeper into each other. By the time I finished expending my excitement, she had also caught the bug. She reciprocated my thrusts with equal vigour. 

The following day, I borrowed a notebook and a couple of pens from the store against future credit from the farm and started to make serious plans. 

First I explored every corner of the farm to find out how much land we really did have and what kind of shape it was in. I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was enough land to not only grow things the way I wanted, but to host a larger herd of cows and other animals that I wanted to raise. To my dismay, though, most of it was heavily covered with grass, weeds, and thorn bushes. There were, however, a few shallow patches with mostly grass and a few trees scattered here and there. Given enough time and plenty of hard work, I could clear those and get them ready for cultivation before the rains started. Time I had; hard work I was willing to do; rain, however, was unpredictable.

People in this part of the world normally farm around rains. When the rains come, they put the seed into the ground and wait for more rains to water it and to water subsequent plants that grow out of it. There is no other way of irrigating the land and if the rains decide not to show, well, the seed and all the little plants that initially start growing, just die a sad death. The plants that do grow and do survive until the crop can be harvested are poorly maintained. More weed makes it to the end than the useful crop, which in most cases is corn. Whatever corn that comes out of the crop is used to make maeli meal, which in most cases lasts only a few months and people have to find other means of sustenance for the rest of the year. The fact that most people have no manpower to even prepare the land properly, or to seed it thoroughly, only makes the situation worst. Once in a while someone rents a tractor and people plough the fields properly before the rains, but the umpteenth year of draught has nicely put an end to even that. People basically live off of their sons and daughters that have escaped the village or relatives that take pity and send some money or flour their way.

My family usually survives at the strength of our convenience store. People buy their milk, groceries, and petrol from us. We even sell clothing and hardware items, but there isn't much need for things of that sort. As far as farming was concerned, my mother couldn't do it even if she wanted to, and I couldn't recall the last time anyone had put some seed into the ground at our farm. My interest in the past had been limited to herding the animals, but now that I was thinking of growing crops out of the land, I couldn't get past the problem of irrigation. I didn't want to spend all that time and energy, only to see the crops turn to dust because we had no rains coming our way. 

One part of our farm, a little higher place than the rest, had an island of Syringa trees. These trees formed a circular boundary around a fairly large open area. There were some thorn trees mixed in, that usually provided a breeding area for the weaver birds. On one side of that island was a run down barn-like structure that my grandfather or his father had built so many eons ago. My father used to loaf around in that structure during the days when he pretended to work at the farm, and recently it was my mother's hangout, or shall I say, hangover-out. I usually spent my time on that tree island and avoided the structure. Now, facing a dilemma that could easily crush my dreams of doing something useful, I decided to explore what was inside that large shed, hoping and praying that I would come across something useful that would allow me to make something out of the farm. The least I expected was a plough of some sorts, and some other farming tools; something to shear the grass with, something to uproot the bushes with, a shovel, a pick, an axe, anything. 

I found some rusted tools with broken handles, some fencing material, a few bricks and a couple of bags of cement that through the years had solidified beyond use. There were a few shells of ploughs and one donkey cart that had seen its heyday many years ago. All these items either required a lot of repair work before I could do anything useful with them or were beyond my knowledge of how to repair them. Because they were all mixed up, I decided to take them out one by one and salvage whatever I could before giving up on the whole endeavour.

It took me a week and a half, but I managed to sort things out. I cleaned out the whole barn, repaired whatever I could, and filled all the holes that needed to be filled. I took all useful items to the tree island and threw away what I thought was beyond redemption. When I was done, I had a nice barn area available to me, I had tools with new handles, and sharpened to almost their original sharpness, I had a donkey cart that needed only new wheels, and three ploughs that needed new heads. 

The best item that I discovered while cleaning up was a diesel driven generator that only had one belt missing, but otherwise was in good condition. A gift from my father, I assumed, from his endless nights of gambling and probably the only things he didn't want to gamble away because it would have put an end to the very act of gambling.

That generator gave me an idea that could solve my irrigation problem.

We had a borehole at home that provided enough water to bathe in and to use it for various household usages, including watering our flowerbeds and small trees around the yard and feeding the toilets that flushed into the septic tank. That borehole required electricity to run, but there was no way to get electricity to our farm without paying a huge sum of money that we didn't have. This generator could power a similar, or bigger, borehole. Maybe, just maybe, I thought with held breath, that's why my father acquired the generator in the first place to power a borehole that he probably wanted to put in this land. The thought started to take shape in my head as I imagined my father lying on that foldaway bed I had found as he daydreamt of better days, just like me, with his companion carton of Chibuku or a bottle of some other poison. It was ironic that the very reason that had split my parents up, was then adopted by my mother so wholly. If I could only setup a nice little borehole to supplement the rain water, I would have a good chance of succeeding in my plans. I even discovered an area, where I could, with a little work, trap the rain water and use it to irrigate some additional land. 

I discussed with my sister what I wanted to do and she wholeheartedly approved. She even told me that she had a small sum of cash in case I needed an injection into my ventures. After all, if things worked out the way I was planning, it was going to be good for both of us. I didn't want to use her money, though, so I made my own plans. I looked to my own cash cow, well, more like cash cows, to fund my purchases. I started to sell the herd one animal at a time as I needed the money. I didn't get as much for them as a seasoned farmer would have gotten, but I was learning and that was the price I had to pay for my knowledge.

I first mended the fence and moved on to buying a new plough, fixing the cart, buying a donkey to pull both, getting the generator fixed and putting in a reasonable sized borehole. I even put up a fence around the trees to keep the herd in close range. Just that act alone gave me a few hours of extra time that I could spend on farming. 

I cleared the bushes and grass, ploughed the land that I had cleared, and prepared it for planting. There was plenty of fertilizer now that the animals were confined to a smaller, more manageable area. The borehole worked its magic and when the first rains came, I already had a nice field of corn growing in one part of the farm, with additional fields ready to be seeded. My sister came to see the fruit of my hard work and was quite excited from seeing the results. 

But, no one, and I mean no one was more excited than my mother when she laid her eyes on that lush, green, mouth-watering field of corn. I had even started growing small patches of vegetables and spices that my sister and I planned to sell at the store, not to mention various fruit, flower, and other trees that we could use to make additional money.

When the rains came, my mother came to the farm to do what she normally did in the past. I knew she was coming, so instead of working hard as it had become my routine, I just sat around lazily, waiting for her. She noticed the changes immediately, but didn't comment on anything. She didn't know that the herd was smaller now because I had let the animals loose so they could feed in areas away from the crop that I was growing. After she finished giving me a tongue lashing for just sitting around like a lug, I took her to the area where the corn was in full bloom.

Her eyes popped out of their sockets. I had more crop growing than she had ever managed to plant in recent memory and I had a lot of land still left to be seeded. She was very excited as she repeated, "I can't believe my eyes", over and over. She screamed when she saw the borehole providing a small, but steady stream of water. 

She rushed me and gave me this one giant hug, as she said, "Finally, a man with brains in my family."

She then rushed through the field, feeling the leaves, touching the stalks, basically revelling in her excitement. When she came back, she gave me another hug and kissed me hard. She said, "Son, I have been praying for a man to come and make something out of this land. I didn't know that I actually had to give birth to such a man before I would see the day my dream is realized."

I was overwhelmed, to say the least. I had been working hard and the progress that she saw during her visit had come steadily for me, so it didn't have the same impact, or rather I had taken it for granted. But to her, the transformation of the land was miraculous. Not only that, but the rains had just started and together we could double, even triple, the amount of corn we could grow compared to the one that was already growing.

She hugged me repeatedly as I showed her around and introduced her to my plan. She was a bit upset when I showed her the remaining cows, but she perked up when she saw the donkey, the cart, the plough, and all the other tools that I had accumulated. She kissed me hard again when she saw the transformation of the rundown shed into a nice and cosy barn. Her foldaway bed that she used to nurse her hangovers upon was nicely tucked away in a corner and ready to be used if she so desired. I had established a clean area around it for her, or for me for that matter, and I had put a few personal amenities to establish a place to stay for an extended period of time, in case the rains came down hard and I had to spend time at the farm to keep an eye on the herd.

She pulled the bed to the centre of that area, unfolded it and sat facing the window. She asked me to come and sit with her, and when I did, she put her arm around me and leaned her head on my shoulder as she gazed out with her excitement fully showing in her face. When I looked at her and felt the strength with which she was squeezing me, something dawned on me. It occurred to me that my mother was going through the realization that her boy had grown and become a man. It also occurred to me that I had two, not one, women in my life.




Dream Realized



My mother's excitement stayed with her as she helped me gather the animals and put them into their area. It stayed with her as we worked together on the farm for the rest of the day and it was with her when we put everything in order and prepared to leave the farm for the evening. It was with her even when we came home. My sister was surprised to see me walking in with my mother, who was unbelievably giddy, and she was even more surprised when my mother passed up on going to Precious and stayed with us, talking, chattering, telling my sister about the miracle I had performed, and how proud she was of me. We impatiently waited for her to fall asleep and when she did, I took my sister with more passion and excitement than usual. My sister was really surprised at that and I told her simply that mom's excitement had rubbed off on me and had transformed me into a more energetic person. She appreciated it and even joked that the next morning she'll thank mom for the pleasure she was receiving. She was happy to see mom in such high spirits, after almost a decade of gloom.

I was more energetic, or more passionate, for another reason. When I kissed my sister, I still had the feelings of my mother's kisses on my lips. My mom didn't realize it in her enthusiasm that she was kissing me full on the mouth. While she was yelling and screaming to vocalize her excitement, her mouth did open enough to make it a wet kiss. I had tasted her saliva, not to mention that I had also felt her breasts on my arms and on my chest. So far I had been only with one woman, that being my sister, so I didn't know how it would affect me if another woman came into some sort of intimate contact with me. From being in a semi-intimate contact with my mother, I knew that the affect was exhilarating. 

I was aroused by my mother's hugs and kisses and I spent that arousal on my sister. My mother had, unknowingly, contributed to a more passionate lovemaking between my sister and I. I found that to be fascinating, and also I found that to be the one thing I couldn't share with my sister. I was awake way after she had fallen asleep and I kept thinking about my mother's hugs and kisses even after I had depleted myself so thoroughly inside my sister. I was perplexed at the way I felt aroused by my mother and how it had made me feel even strongly towards—and for—my sister. 

I couldn't help but wonder about the differences in the two bodies. My mom had a stronger and bigger build than my sister and her breasts were larger and softer, her hips were wider and her waist was thicker. In all proportions, my sister was petite compared to my mom and that made a big difference in the feelings I received from each. There were similarities, but there were also huge differences. It wasn't that I wanted my mom more than my sister, or that I wanted her at all. There were no thoughts of actually having sex with her. It was just that the feel of her breasts had made me warm all over and that warmth had transferred to my loins in ways that it had never done before. Even though it was her hugs and kisses that made me feel horny, for lack of a better word, I wasn't horny after her. I still wanted my sister, and only her. There was one flash where I wondered for a second about my mother's excitement. She was so jumpy, passionate, and expressive when she was excited over the farm, I wondered how she would be if she was excited the other way. Would she be as jumpy, passionate, and expressive if she was sexually excited? Once that thought flashed in mind, I quickly looked at my sister sleeping next to me and I felt guilty as if she knew what I was thinking and I wasn't supposed to be thinking things like that because of her being my woman. I felt like I had to reassure her of my loyalty.

My sister was really surprised when I woke her up and fucked her again with abandon. There was a look of apprehension on her face that I didn't understand, but then I didn't care. I was making a point and for the first time in our relationship, I wanted to fuck her more for myself than for her and as soon as I came, I was finished. I could feel in her body language that she was puzzled, but I had to get some sleep before starting the next day.

To my utter surprise, my mother joined me the next day soon after I reached the farm and started working with me to cultivate and seed the land, feed the animals, and water the crops already in bloom. I had never seen my mother work as hard as she did that day, or during the days that were to follow. 

As we sat relaxing on one small hill, looking down at the work we had finished for that day, she patted my arm and said, "Son, I want to congratulate you at turning this land, and hopefully this family, around."

"You are welcome, mom," I said, as I hoped for her to hug or kiss the way she had done the previous day. She held herself in check that day.

The downside of my mother working at the farm was that she didn't have the time to relieve my sister from the store and we had no dinner waiting for us that evening. My mother quickly took a bath in the water from the house borehole and made supper for all of us. That was another surprise for my sister, who had given up on mother taking any interest in household chores. My mom was tired from a hard days work and fell asleep quickly. I told my sister that there was another person who must have been really surprised at the transformation my mother had gone through: Precious. She must be wondering that my mother was probably sick or something as she didn't visit her now for two days in a row.

My sister and I made love with a rather subdued mood. She was feeling upset at the extra time she had to spend in the store and the less time that we had together. As I held her, I firmly told her that I didn't like her to be feeling that way. This was another change that we just had to get used to and adjust ourselves accordingly. She apparently followed my command as her kisses became more enthusiastic after that. By the time she fell asleep, she was feeling herself again.

My mother woke up earlier than all of us the next morning and knocked on my door to wake me up. My sister was curled up next to me in my bed. I panicked thinking that my mother was coming inside and she was going to catch us red-handed. I shook my sister awake and told her to rush out as soon as the coast was clear. We escaped that day and I told her that we had to be more careful in the future. Yet another adjustment we had to make in our normal routine.

About a week later, as we sat on the same hill, admiring our handiwork, I decided to put my arm around my mom. She put her head on my shoulder and I squeezed hers as a sign of my appreciation for her help with the farm. It was not the same hug that I wanted to experience again, but it was better than nothing.

I didn't realize it then, but that small gesture from me opened my mother up to becoming a bit more affectionate towards me, a bit more touchy-feely than in the past. It almost became a ritual with us that at the end of each day we would sit next to each other, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her shoulders, and a caress here and a squeeze there. At times she even put her arm around my waist for added support.

My sister and I didn't have as many opportunities available to us for being together where we could make love as much as we wanted. We had to settle for quickies, which usually meant that I would go in and come quickly, while she didn't quite get a chance to finish. At times, we just kissed and cuddled and didn't even get started with love making because we had to go to sleep so we could wake up on time the next day.

Our relationship started to suffer as a result.

It was very unfulfilling to have only hurried intimacy. We couldn't say all that we wanted to say or do all that we wanted to do. I couldn't share with her the details of my day or report to her the progress I was making in as much detail as I used to. Our lovemaking had less and less foreplay and therefore less and less affection. Well, the affection was still there, it only felt like it was less because we could not have each other as thoroughly as we used to. In this case, reduced quantity also lessened the quality. I could see in her face and in her body the disappointment and even anger over this reduction in our time together. Because it wasn't really my fault, I didn't take it kindly to her disappointment. It wasn't for lack of wanting that we weren't together as much and as often as before; as a matter of fact I wanted her a lot more now than I did before. It was just that there wasn't any time available to show her how much I really wanted her. I also didn't like the fact that I was working so hard to make a better future and she was turning our lack of time into a void between the two of us. But, a void we had that seemed to be growing wider almost daily.

It took a while before I realized that I was actually filling that void by channelling my energies into becoming a bit more adventurous with my mother. I was spending less time with my sister but I was never alone. If I didn't have her around me, I at least had my mother around me. If one woman in my life was becoming distant, the other was always within reach. I used to look at my sister's body with admiration. I soon found myself looking at my mother's body and the admiration just transferred to her. I actually found her to be quite sexy and attractive. Funny, she had always been there, but I never quite saw her the way I was starting to see her now. Even when I used to fantasize about the positions, I still never saw her to be as voluptuous and tantalizing as she seemed now. Unconsciously, I replaced my sister in my thoughts with my mother. Soon, whenever my sister and I got together, I actually felt guilty because I felt this strange and odd sense of loyalty to my partner, my mother. Needless to say, even those encounters soon disappeared. I was lost. The woman I had, went away, and the woman that was around, wasn't really mine to be had.

It was one of those depressing and lonely days when I stood on that hill looking at the corn that was now loaded with corn ears and felt a little pain at the thought that my sister and I couldn't even rejoice together at the fruition of our crop. I longed for those days when she and I enjoyed our sexual life to the fullest. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist as my mother pressed her side into me and said, "Look at all that, son. The fruits of your labour."

I unfolded my hands from my chest and wrapped my left arm around her shoulders. I could feel her press into me a little more in response to my gesture. Her right breast was on my ribcage. The softness was a welcome feeling and I said to her, "The fruits of OUR labour mom."

She was a bit awkward in her stance so she turned a little towards me. She actually hugged me, gently, ever so gently. Her both breasts were now touching my side. I held her tenderly as she just gazed down on the green fields. She must have known that I was down, but she was smart enough to keep quiet and just stood with me like that for a long while, until I decided to move. She showed such maturity and tenderness that I was moved. 

Once we made such a contact, it became easier to make the same contact the next time. I would just stand every evening, a bit depressed, and she would put her arm around my waist. I would then wrap my arm around her shoulders, to which she would reply by moving into me and pressing herself into my side. After a week or so, we became so used to it that it became a routine. We settled into the routine so much that when I decided to be a little more aggressive by putting my arm around her waist and pulling her in front of me, she moved in front of me. I then put my other arm around her waist from the other side, locked my hands together and held her like that. She placed her hands on my hands and arched her back a little so her shoulders leaned against my chest. The rest of her body was away from me. I held her like that, with my hands on her belly, for about a minute and then released her, saying that we better go, it was getting dark.

Whether she knew it or not, whether she realized it or not, I had actually made an advance on her and she had acquiesced. 

I made the same advance every day for many days after that with the same results. I held her with my arms around her waist, my hands locked and resting on her belly, her back arched a little and her shoulders pressed into my chest. Her head would normally rest on my left shoulder and I could feel her long hair on my cheeks, but that contact was also fairly casual.

Slowly and steadily, the distance between her back and my front started to decrease, until one day I could hold her in my arms with my front touching her back, sometimes even her butt softly touching my thighs.

My mom and I worked side by side to tend to the animals, to weed the crops, to spread the manure, to water the fields, to guide the rain water where it needed to go, and to basically run the farm from edge to edge. We even helped each other deliver our first calf as the herd started to grow back and milk the cow as the mother started to feed the baby less and less. The milk was only enough for us, so we didn't think of selling it.

She and I were now working like a couple. She was my woman and I was her man, at least in my mind. We tended to each other's injuries as farming life is harsh enough to bring a few. We even helped relieve the pain out of each other's muscles by massaging them whenever necessary. All that of course, increased our intimacy to such a point that if once in a while we made a contact that would otherwise be considered inappropriate, we just ignored it and went on with our work.

I didn't realize how free we had become until one day as I went into the field where the corn stalks were now drying out and the corn crop was coming to full maturity, almost ready for harvesting, I decided to lie in the middle of the field to basically revel in the feelings of success. She followed me there after I had disappeared for a long while and took a place next to me in the field. We lay there side by side for a long time, discussing our plans for harvesting, for storing, and for selling the crop. We must have been there on the ground for a good couple of hours and in that time our tossing and turning thoroughly messed our clothes and hair in the back. Once we decided to get up and do other things and she saw the way my back was covered in dust and dry leaves, she started to clear it off. She took quite a while to remove all traces from my hair, shirt, and jeans. It involved rubbing my buttocks off as well which she did without slightest of hesitation. Her hands on my ass felt quite nice and I felt some movement in my briefs. Once she was done, she turned her back to me and said, "Now, your turn. Make sure you do a nice job. I don't want anyone to think that we were busy with each other in the field."

That comment, made so innocently and without any thought to its implications, made my heart jump. First of all it brought to my mind the image of my mother on the floor of that field and me on top of her, messing up her back and hair, so to speak. I pictured myself pumping into my mother hard as her body slid around or thrashed around in response to my thrusts. Those thoughts sent currents to my already moving penis and I felt it harden quickly. More currents followed as my hands worked on her back, her hair, her legs, and eventually her ass. My hands were literally trembling as I rubbed her soft buttocks and removed traces of dust from them. I enjoyed the feel of her behind and I took advantage of the situation by caressing, instead of rubbing, the area between her cheeks. I had to kneel down to get myself low enough to see what I had to remove. In a way, it was good because I could conceal my erection between my thighs. But when she found me spending so much care on her butt, she looked over her shoulder to see what I was doing. I quickly finished the task and when I was done, she turned around and offered me her hand to help me get up. I didn't want to because I was hosting such a massive hard-on, but I had to because I had no reason to stay down. She may or may not have seen my erection but she realized there was a lot of dust on my knees. She bent down to dust them off and in doing so, brought her head on level with my erection. Once she was done and she looked up towards me to give me a nice smile, her smile froze on her lips as her eyes focused on the contours of my rock hard cock throbbing through the thick material of my jeans.

I could see her face turn white as she turned away from me in a hurry. She moved out of the field and then away from me rather quickly. I couldn't tell if she was flustered, but I did notice her averting her eyes away from me whenever I came around to wherever she was busy. The proof that something was different about her came when she didn't even come to the hill that evening for our usual surveying of the fields.

As a matter of fact, our surveying stopped completely. We worked together, but there was certainly something different in our, or rather her, attitude. I couldn't understand the reason; after all, she must have known I have a penis. Why did my erection make such a big difference in her behaviour?

It took for a heavy down pour to get me the answer to that question. As is customary, once in a while, the sky breaks loose and we get bombarded by rains so heavy that one can't move around. It was one such rain and we both got caught in it. By the time she and I finished moving the animals to safety and made it to our barn, we were completely drenched and our clothes were full of mud and cow dung. We had no choice but to take them off, wash them in the rain, and dry them by the fire that I quickly built from the firewood I had stocked up for just such an occasion. I had grabbed some corn from the field to roast so we had something to eat.

She covered herself in the blanket from her foldaway bed, as I used the bed sheet to cover myself. As I dried the clothes and prepared the corn, I saw her move to the window and peer outside. She stood their looking out for quite a long time. There was something in her demeanour that told me that she wasn't just looking outside but was looking far away towards another time. I brought the corn to her and stood behind her trying to see whatever she was seeing. We stood there for a while, quietly, nibbling on the corn, when after a long time she broke the silence. She mumbled, "I love this kind of rain."

I couldn't understand her reasons, because the rain was basically wreaking havoc and flooding our fields.

She spoke again, softly, "The way it is pouring down, we are practically cut off from the rest of the world. It is so peaceful, knowing that you are all alone; no one can come to disturb you, or to know what you are up to. It is just you and no one else." 

She was talking more to herself than to me because her sentences did not include a reference to me. 

"I have always wanted to be in a thunderstorm like this one. I have always wished for such storm to last a few days so I can enjoy the aloneness it brings. Imagine no one knows where you are or what has happened to you. Complete anonymity for the duration of this storm." 

I just listened and I tried to think what she was saying. True, we were cut off from the world, but the world was only a few kilometres away. I mean, if someone wanted to find us, he or she could.

With that, my sister came to mind. She knew that whenever a storm like this comes, we usually stay put, so I wasn't worried that she would be worried. But, I thought of her alone in the house and really lonely. A sudden pain came from my heart and spread through my body.




Dream Realized



My mother was quiet and looking out as before, with complete concentration. She didn't notice my arms reaching around her waist until I had closed them around her and locked them on her belly, liked I used to on that hill outside. She leaned back into me and I held her against me like that for a while. She was still wrapped in that blanket.

The deafening silence of the deafening storm, if one can imagine such, transported us to another place altogether. I held her in my arms as we stood there enjoying being so cut off from the world, just the two of us, alone, together, with each other. She was my mother and I was her son, but that was in our barn. In this new place, it wasn't a son holding his mother; it was a young man holding his partner. She was a woman with romantic thoughts of a storm lashing outside; I was a man with a storm pouring on his inside. The fire had died down a long time ago and the lightening had subsided to negligible strikes. We were standing in the dark with our bodies pressed together on either side of the blanket. 

It was automatic as I put my left hand around her front and placed it on her right shoulder. Then gently, ever so gently, I turned her around to face me. 

It was also automatic that when she turned, the blanket slipped off of her and fell on the floor next to the sheet that had already slipped off of me.

I held her hands and brought them to my shoulders. She placed them around my neck as my arms slipped around her waist and she melted into me. 

I held her against me like that for what seemed like hours. Her big breasts firmly pressed into my big chest, our bellies lined against each other muscle to muscle, our pubic hair getting tangled, and my erect penis firmly pressed between her thighs.

As she put her hands into my hair and held them hard, I lowered mine to her buttocks and started to caress her behind. She raised herself a little higher so I could reach a little lower as she brought her mouth closer to mine. First our lips met, then our lips entangled, then our tongues met, and then our tongues entwined. That kiss was a beautiful kiss. The experience I had gained and the experience she possessed, culminated in a kiss for the ages. It was sweet, it was delicious, and above all it was intoxicating. I mean literally intoxicating. I felt myself getting high on my mother's kisses.

Once she had her fill and she paused to take a break from our smooching, I moved lower and held my face between her breasts. They were huge and extremely soft. I kissed them all over and I took those nourishing nipples of hers in my mouth one by one as I sucked on them hard while squeezing each breast in both of my hands. Her hands were running all over my body as she tried to hold her chest in my face. I proceeded down to her stomach, pubes and then found my way down to the source of that other nourishing nectar of hers. I had to kneel in front of her so I could properly place my tongue on her clit. As her soft knob came in contact with my soft appendage, she grabbed my head in both of her hands, held my hair tightly, and started to thrust her pussy onto my mouth. I placed my lower teeth behind my tongue as I tried to give it more force so that each thrust resulted in a lot of pressure on her clit. She was grunting with each thrust as I held my pose without hurting my tongue. He grunts became louder and louder until she just couldn't take it any longer and dragged me to the foldaway bed. She fell on it backwards and quickly positioned herself on the bed while dragging me between her legs. She didn't let go of my hair until I was positioned cock to pussy and then she reached between us, grabbed my dick in her hand, and pushed it into her cunt. She had a storm of her own pouring inside her because she was wetter than the fields outside and my donkey of an erection ploughed through that mother earth almost the instant it touched her lips. She then grabbed my buttocks and started to help me plunge in and out of her as her sounds came from deep within her to tell me how close she was to overflowing the dam. 

When she came, she came hard. She was actually thrusting upward, lifting me high into the air as her inside walls gave way, and her orgasm flowed onto my shaft. Her orgasm was much stronger than any of my sister's had ever been and it also lasted longer. In another change from my sister, she actually came before I did and once she was calm and cool, I actually enjoyed fucking my mother because I paced myself to my body's signals and not hers. When I did come, eventually, she wrapped her legs around my hips, and squeezed her pussy muscles to milk every drop out of me and into her. She held me inside of her much longer than I had ever spent in my sister after coming inside her. Again, my mother's experience came to benefit me because this session wasn't me fucking my woman, my woman was actually fucking me and I liked being fucked. My sister let me do her, while my mother was doing me.

She also knew how to revive me much more quickly than my sister. So, within much shorter period than I was used to, I was hard again. In another reversal of things, she mounted me and soon I was being fucked again. 

That night was a night of discoveries for me. I found out that my mother's behaviour had changed because that look on my erection had transformed me in her eyes into a virile bull who was ready to mount his own mother and the analogy was very exciting for her, only the act required special circumstances. She knew she wanted me from the moment she laid her eyes on the ridge pushing through my jeans. I was the first healthy cock she had seen in a long while and she couldn't help but want it, and want it bad she did, so bad that she had to stay away from me to contain herself. I also found out that my mother loved the taste of my pre-cum. She enjoyed drinking from the source and when the source was exhausted, she replenished it again with her own juices. She also knew how to give head properly. She showed me how mind blowing a good blow job can be. The other thing I found out about her was that she liked to be in charge and that made it easy for me. I didn't have to guess what stage she was at. She took herself to every stage and she made sure that she got what she wanted out of our intercourse, while dishing plenty out for me as well. Of course, then there was the discovery of a big pussy versus a tight one. That one, I am still debating to this day. 



Dream Red



'Slut' whispered the voice in her ear. 'Go on, slut!'

And Jenny took what should have been a deep breath but because of the corset constricting her lungs was a strangled gasp - and followed the woman through a door in the back of the shop. She felt her cheeks flaming red as she walked proudly, eyes on the woman in front of her. down a narrow passage way which ended with a door in front of her and one on either side. The woman opened the middle door and ushered her in. It was a small room lined with mirrors - a hexagonal box of a room, with slots in the walls at various heights. Jenny could see reflections of herself from every angle as she stepped into the middle of the small space. Instinctively she held herself taller, becoming more graceful as she viewed her many reflections, stunned at the sight of the blonde woman in the shiny black PVC whose figure was exaggeratedly feminine, large round breasts spilling provocatively over the corset which pulled her in at the middle to a waspish slenderness, below which her hips flared out in a sensuous curve, the dark triangle of pubic hair with its central slash of vivid scarlet mirroring the black triangle of her torso and the reddened nipples above. Jenny could feel cunt juice oozing from her painted slit and couldn't resist giving herself a sly caress. Behind her she heard the salesgirl giving a low chuckle.

'Like yourself, do you, darlin'?' she asked. Jenny closed her eyes to shut out all the shaming reflections. Nothing she did in here would go unnoticed.

'Yes...' she murmured. Then, opening her eyes, 'This is a strange sort of changing room! There's nowhere to hang the clothes...'

The woman laughed louder this time, but not in an unpleasant way. 'This is the honeypot, darlin', and you could be Queen Bee...'

Jenny turned, flustered. 'I don't understand...' she said.

The woman gestured at the room. 'It's a sort of stage really. Behind the walls are more little rooms and the men go in there and and they can see through the mirrors - one way, y'know - and they can..........' she indicated the slots '.........join in the performance......'

Jenny's eyes widened and her cheeks flamed all over again. 'Performance?' she whispered. 'There isn't anyone watching us now is there?'

The woman laughed and patted her on the shoulder. 'No, dear, don't worry. We have a time-table and the first act isn't till later. No-one's there now.' She cocked her head on one side and smiled at Jenny's reflection from behind her. 'The way you walked out of that cubicle though... the way you were dressed when you came into the shop... I reckon you'd like an audience... I reckon you're a natural...'

'Me...?' Jenny murmured.

'Think about it, honey...' said the woman. 'At the very least you'd make enough to pay for the corset.'

'What, now?' gasped Jenny.

'No time like the present' said the salesgirl. 'There are customers out front - I have to be getting back to them - and I'd love to be able to tell them there's a special amateur-night show for them to see.... particularly when you trailed your act just now...'

Jenny felt she had blushed so deeply she could hardly blush any more, yet felt the hot blood mount into her face yet again. At the same time she felt that unmistakable loosening in her cunt at the thought os showing herself off to those strangers again. And this time deliberately. And for money, like a whore...

'Because you're a slut' said the voice in her ear. 'SUCH a slut' it added, approvingly.

'All right!' said Jenny, almost amazed to hear the words coming out of her mouth. 'I'll do it. Go and tell them.... though,' she added, 'I don't know what they'll expect...'

The woman smiled. 'Just do whatever comes naturally' she said. 'I'll put some music on... to get you in the mood....'

Jenny couldn't believe what she'd done, but the woman had gone now and almost immediately the music started playing, some sexy, sleazy late-night number. The mirrored cubicle was lit with halogen spots set into the black ceiling. It could be any time of day in here - it felt like night, not like the middle of the day. Jenny moved lazily to the beat, not really dancing, just letting the music sway through her limbs like a tide, like she was seaweed as it ebbed and flowed. She couldn't see what was happening behind the shiny mirrored surfaces in which she saw herself so many times over. How many men had chosen to take up their places behind those anonymous walls? It didn't matter. The spots sparkled off the shiny PVC, reflections flashing and glittering as light bounced around the small space. The lipstick needed touching up, Jenny thought, and bent to retrieve the golden cylinder from her purse. There was a whistle from behind her and she realised that at least one man had just got a sensational view of her arse and reddened cunt. As she stood up she tossed her blonde hair back provocatively, enjoying the feeling of power. She moved to the beat of the music and the man or men were fixed on her, her slightest move. She loved the feeling this gave her and slowly took the top off the lipstick and swivelled up the waxy red stick. She noticed that already it was half used up. Usually a lipstick would last her for months but this one had seen some remarkably heavy use... Leaning forwards towards one of the walls, she reapplied the lipstick to her mouth. She deliberately flared out her hips, keeping her thighs well-parted so that whoever was watching from behind could see her glistening, open cunt, could probably smell her excitement.

Standing tall again and changing her position slightly, she redid her nipples, slowly, sensuously. The lipstick she had put on earlier had rubbed off against her dress and had smeared itself all over her tits so that the whole area was rosy red, but as she painted her nipples freshly, once more they stood out starkly scarlet, demanding attention, above the uncompromising black PVC of the tightly-laced corset. More appreciative whistles, and through the nearest slot in front of her, hands reached out. Whoever he was, he couldn't quite reach. Jenny looked at the fingers that wanted to touch her and sashayed first away, backwards, then - she couldn't help herself - back towards them once more, and this time she moved close enough so that the fingers could touch. Their grip as they closed around her nipples was unexpectedly hard, pinching, twisting. Jenny gasped, the pain was not what she had anticipated, and yet her cunt released a flood of moisture in response. The fingers pulled, relaxed, pulled some more, before releasing their hold. Jenny's nipples throbbed with pain but were swollen stiff and somewhat to her surprise she felt she would rather like some more of the same rough treatment. But first....

She turned her back on the man who'd reached out to her, spreading her legs wide and leaning back as now she attempted to draw the lipstick once more the length of her cunt, to paint her labia and clit. She was far too wet for the lipstick to make much of an impact but looking at her reflection in the mirrors she made a pretty picture, her cheeks flushed, her hair in disarray, her nipples and breasts smeared all over with lipstick, her hand stroking her cunt with the chunky little red and gold wand. Seduced by the image of herself, Jenny rubbed the stick against her clit as she had done in the privacy of her bedroom. She could see her clit, prominent in its arousal, as it responded to the intimate stimulus afforded it by the lipstick. More hands reached out to her, from in front of her. She let the lipstick fall and stepped towards the new hands. These came through a slot at crotch level and as she placed her hands against the mirrored wall surface she felt a hard, thick, calloused finger trace the outline of her clit and then probe deeper, sliding back along the dripping line of her open cunt. Breathing shallowly and fast, Jenny found herself pressing her cunt down onto the finger, wanting it inside her gaping hole, wanting to be filled, wanting the men to see just what sort of shameless creature she was.

The finger teased her a little, withdrawing so that she pressed herself closer to the mirrored wall, flattening her breasts against it, pressing her cunt against the open slot in her need. Mercilessly the finger stayed at the margins of her cunt, drawing itself lightly along her labia, running just around her swollen clit so that she ground her hips helplessly against the glass in a frenzy of frustration before, finally, unerringly, deliciously, not just one but three of his fingers thrust deep into her cunt, fucking her hard as the other men presumably looked on. His thumb pressed down on her clit, tweaking it until, shaking, shuddering and groaning aloud, Jenny came in a juddering, thrashing explosion of pleasure. Sated, she slid down the wall to the floor. The music stopped and awareness returned in a hot wave of shame when she realised just what she had done.

It wasn't long before the salesgirl reappeared. 'Man, you really put on a show for those guys' she said approvingly. 'You got the corset anyway and if you ever feel like coming back for a repeat performance...'

Jenny picked herself up off the floor, retrieved her lipstick, stashed it in her purse and followed the woman back to the changing cubicle where she divested herself of the corset and put her limp rag of a dress back on. Now that she'd cum, her usual self reasserted itself and she didn't relish the thought of the tedious journey home in her crumpled, soiled dress but there was no alternative. As she left the shop, the corset safely packed in a box but the box contained, unfortunately, in a carrier-bag emblazoned with 'Adult Toyshop' in big black letters on a puce background, she felt tired suddenly and with the let-down feeling of the aftermath of her adventure. At the time it had been wonderful but now all she wanted was to be home, to remove every last trace of the lipstick and to take a long relaxing bath to cleanse herself.

She stashed the corset at the back of her wardrobe and the lipstick stayed in her bedside cabinet after this adventure. By the time Jenny had got home she was worn out. The stares she'd received on the way home had not had the same energising effect as those at the start of her journey - she'd wanted to hide but there was nothing she could do, her body still shamelessly displayed itself, her breasts loosely swinging inside the now filthily-stained white dress, its bodice and skirt smeared obscenely with red. She felt it was obvious what she had been doing and in the wake of satiation came self-disgust. What had possessed her?

A couple of days later Jenny's period had started and as a result she had managed to convince herself that the whole lipstick episode had been nothing more than an exceptionally strange bout of PMS. Yet as the days passed she remembered something of how she'd felt.... that excitement, that degree of arousal, her power over men, their approval of her, the way she had felt herself to be totally at ease in her body, revelling in all of which it was capable, the exquisite sensations it could enjoy. Even now chance images would flash into her mind at the oddest of times - the shop assistant's fingers lifting her breasts into the corset, a stranger's calloused finger teasing her clit, another's hard, almost savage treatment of her nipples - and the hot blood would flush into her face and spread throughout her body, her cunt opening, softening, melting at the memories.... melting and needing, wanting more...

She went to her bedside cabinet and opened the drawer. The dull gold cylinder gleamed and her fingers reached out for it...

'It's been so long, slut...'

Jenny's face flamed and she dropped the lipstick as if it had stung her. 'You're still here!' she exclaimed. 'What do you WANT of me?'

'Be true to yourself, slut' the voice replied. 'You know you want it... need it... you're a whore and you need to serve...'

Jenny's eyes filled, to her horror, with tears. 'I don't KNOW what I want or need' she muttered. But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true. Part of her, at least, knew exactly what it wanted. It wanted to be back in the honeypot, dressed like a tart, pressing herself against the walls so that she could be pleasured or abused at the hands of strangers. The man who had pinched her.... she wanted him to hurt her again. The man who had made her cum... she wanted his fingers in her cunt again. She wanted more. She thought of those slots. She knew what she wanted... Her eyes very bright, she picked up the lipstick again. 

'OK, I'll do it' she said.

This time she went back to the shop dressed in her usual clothes and underwear, mindful of the journey home, and not needing the extra stimulus of making the journey in exhibitionist mode. She would have all she wanted of that when she got to the shop. She took the corset with her, hoping the same girl would be there. She looked forward to feeling the soft caress of those taloned hands as they manipulated her body into the firm embrace of steel and plastic.

As she entered the shop for the second time, she looked about her at her likely group of admirers. There were half-a-dozen men in the shop and she hoped they'd all come to the show. The same assistant lounged as before at the till and gave her a broad smile of recognition which filled Jenny with confidence.

'You're back! That's cool, honey' said the girl. Jenny smiled at her.

'You said I was a natural...'

The girl smiled and spread her hands. 'It's a gift you have, darlin'. Make the most of it...'

Jenny showed her the corset in the bag. 'I felt... I wanted... well, if it's OK, to have another go...'

'Course it's OK!'

The girl was already moving out from behind the counter. This time she announced in front of Jenny,

'Guys, we have a live amateur show starting in five minutes.... take your places if you're interested...'

The men in the shop watched as Jenny disappeared into the changing cubicle then turned as one and made their way to the corridor at the back of the shop.

The salesgirl helped Jenny as before, her fingers lingering lightly on her flesh. Jenny felt her nipples stiffening as the girl stroked them with her long false nails. 

'You've got great tits, hun' the girl said.

'Thanks' Jenny replied, her words ending in a gasp as the laces pulled her in tight, pushing her breasts up and up till they spilled over the top of the corset. She got out the lipstick while the salesgirl went back into the shop and then returned with a pair of seamed black stockings. 'Try these - or rather let me try them - there's no way you'll be able to bend enough now to put them on...'

The girl knelt at her feet and rolled the stockings ready for her. Jenny felt like a doll or a small child, obediently lifting first one foot and then the other and letting the salesgirl unroll the flimsy nylon over her toes, up her calves and then her thighs, the long-taloned fingers smoothing the wrinkles out against her skin, pulling the stockings higher and higher up Jenny's thighs till the girl's fingers brushed accidentally or more likely deliberately against Jenny's pubic hair.

Jenny took a shallow breath as the fingers brushed lightly over her pubes. The sensation was deliciously erotic and already she felt her cunt responding. Deftly the woman hooked the stockings onto the suspenders as, shakily, Jenny continued to apply lipstick to her mouth. She couldn't help herself from pushing her cunt towards the girl hoping for more attention and was quivering with anticipation when the girl said huskily 'Here - give me the lipstick...'

Jenny complied and parted her thighs so that the girl could paint her clit and cunt. The girl stroked her mons gently and Jenny shivered with pleasure. Taking hold of her pubes the girl tugged lightly. 'Ever thought of shaving these off?'

Jenny shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. 'It'd look good.... not that it doesn't look good now of course' the girl said, her fingers stroking Jenny's slit with the lipstick. Up and down, forward and back, the stubby little red cock of the lipstick probed the folds of Jenny's labia while the girl teased her clit with one long hard sharp nail. Jenny moaned. 

'Don't.... you'll bring me off before I ever get out there...'

The girl laughed, a low chuckle, and reluctantly gave the lipstick back. 'We could have such fun, you and I...' she murmured into Jenny's ear.

'Maybe we will' said Jenny recklessly. 'But first...' She rouged her nipples, which was harder to do now that they were stiffly erect. She made sure she got lipstick into all the little creases and stepped back. 'How do I look?'

The other girl grinned. 'Good enough to eat' she said and licked her lips lasciviously. 'Hang on - you need these...' And diving once more out of the cubicle she returned with a pair of ludicrously high heels, black-patent slingbacks into which Jenny stepped, hesitantly.

'Perfect, darlin' said the other and led her down the corridor to the mirrored room. 'Have fun...'

This time the music was already playing and as Jenny entered the cubicle she could hear a slow hand-clap - of course she had been far longer than the five minutes promised... But as soon as she made her entrance the slow clap stopped to be replaced by whistles and cheers. Jenny smiled and relaxed and felt her cunt almost explode with juices as her body remembered what it had felt like the last time she was in this place. The smell of cunt permeated the air and already hands were reaching to her from slots at all heights around the walls.

Taking her time she waltzed around the little room, caressing her body with her hands, presenting her breasts to one man, her arse to another, gradually widening her circle so that she got closer to the walls, closer and closer until she was within their reach...

This time every cubicle was occupied. Hands felt for her from every angle, grabbing and squeezing, passing her from hand to hand, man to man in a dizzying whirl about the room. She could see nothing of them but their hands, fingers that brushed her nipples lightly, other fingers that twisted them cruelly, still others that grabbed on to them tight and wouldn't let go, even as her breasts were stretched and pulled and distorted. Even as she cried out with pain, she felt her cunt flooding with juice. She went back to that man more than once to savour his savage attentions. Her cunt came in for the same treatment; one man would barely touch it with reverence, another would boldly stick his fingers inside, and the mauler of her nipples drove his fingernails hard into her clit and almost twisted it off. She felt cunt juice sliding out of her body and in the mirrors she could see how strings of it were laced between her thighs. Held closely by his insane grip upon her clit she whispered to him, 'Let me suck you...' and felt his hands release her tortured body. She slid to her knees, waiting and almost at once his cock presented itself at mouth level through the same slit through which moments before his fingers had tortured her clit. She waited a moment, wanting all the men to see what she was about to do - and was aware of the increased noise as they apprehended what was happening. Taking the stranger's cock in one hand she applied her reddened mouth to it hungrily, feeling at last like the total whore she knew herself to be as she took the velvety head of it into her mouth. 

She sucked and licked, her body on fire, loving the feel of it in her mouth, loving the eyes of the other men watching her. It wasn't long before he came, the hot spunk pulsing into her mouth and down her throat almost without touching the sides. As she let him go she became aware of the other cocks poking rather ludicrously through slots all around the room. Smiling almost drunkenly she crawled to the next slot and the next man's cock...




Dream Red



The next thirty minutes or so passed in a blur as one after another she sucked off every cock presented to her, revelling in the utterly degraded way she was behaving. Delirious with lust, her face smeared with lipstick, sweat and cum, her blonde hair plastered to her head with sweat, unable to rise because of the heels and the corset, she crawled from one man to the next, offering them the use of her mouth and the sight of her almost naked body. By the time she came to the last cock - for all she knew it was the first man recovered and having another go, she'd lost count - she was almost past coming herself. But knowing he was the last - no more cocks poked hopefully at her from the mirrored walls - she slipped a hand between her thighs as she sucked him and pressed her fingers against her throbbing, swollen clit. By now her jaws were aching but still she ministered to him with enthusiasm and finesse, her tongue gliding up and down his shaft and teasing the piss hole in the tip before enveloping him in the warmth of her mouth. And as she sucked, her fingers pressed rhythmically against her clit and her body moved to its own increasing beat. As her orgasm grew, swelling and exploding suddenly, the man's cock slipped from her lips but as she came, so did he, his jets of cum splattering against her cheeks and hair and dripping in globules off her nose and chin. Really it was the completely appropriate finishing touch. Jenny slumped on the ground in the aftermath of her own shattering orgasm with cum beading her hair and caking her mouth and cheek. She felt exhausted and barely heard the applause, whistles and stamped appreciation of the men whom she'd serviced that afternoon.

After a little while she picked herself up as best she could. She could hear footseps coming down the corridor and knew her new friend was coming to help her clean herself up and dress. She reached into her bag, her fingers curling around her lipstick. Withdrawing it, she pulled off the cap and twisted it up, wanting to see how much was left for next time. Shocked, she saw that there was only the tiniest stump of colour, barely enough for one final coat of her lips. As she lay there, sated and limp with exhaustion but feeling strangely upset - for if the lipstick were gone, how would her new-found life unfold? she heard, faintly, a sibilant whisper in the distance. 'You're on your own now, darling slut. You'll be fine...'

'Don't go!' cried Jenny. 'Don't leave me... not yet....'

The salesgirl entered the room and bent down solicitously over her, helping her to rise. 'Who were you talking to?' she asked.

'No-one - I don't know...' said Jenny, embarrassed.

'You were fan-fucking-tastic!' said the girl. 'I can't believe you've never done anything like this before... except if you had I suppose you wouldn't have shown quite so much enthusiasm...'

Jenny smiled. 'It FELT fantastic' she admitted. 'I loved every minute of it...'

'Slut' came the whisper in her ear. 'So long, slut. Don't forget now... be yourself... it's what you want and need...'

'I won't forget' she answered, her eyes bright, beautiful despite her smudged mascara and the smears of lipstick and cum all over her face.

'I don't suppose you will' smiled the salesgirl. 'Let's get you cleaned up now shall we?'

'Sure... thanks...' said Jenny.

But she was in a dream as the girl showed her into the little washroom and tenderly rinsed the evidence of her activities from her face and body. Passively she let herself be cleansed and dressed, her limbs as floppy as a doll's. He's gone... she thought. But it's OK. I know what I am now and I know what I want and need. I'm a slut... a slut... a slut...

And her mouth curved in a distinctly naughty smile.



Dream Request



...And the dream began: 

I was hiding behind your door as you got home from... wherever. Probably work or shopping, but it may have been just to get takeout from the place down the block. Normally I'm not one to hide behind doors unless I have an unrequested surprise and a present. However this surprise wasn't entirely unrequested. As you walked up the front walk, I sent a text message from my phone to a friend a few blocks away.

The door opened and you stepped in, preoccupied with the dust on your shoes and the difficulty of removing them without dropping our dinner. I step forward placing a blindfold over your eyes, thinking it's just some little joke you go to remove it.

Instead of letting you lift your hands to your face however; I empty your hands of take-out. Pulling them behind you, fastening a new set of "soft" handcuffs to them. Not fuzzy, not plush, just soft. 

As my friend pulls in the driveway I hit the garage door button and he pulls in. Parking his van alongside your car, and coming inside shutting the door behind him. As I hold you up by your shoulders, he binds your legs, and slides a set of earplugs and a ball-gag into place before enclosing your face in a plain black bag containing some chloroform. As we lift you to carry you into the garage you faint, waking a few miles away with a muffled "Whe mm aay?".

The swaying of the van as it corners through traffic soon lulls you back to sleep and the earplugs keep you from hearing anything, let alone a description of a destination or other landmark. In your mind you remember the conversation:

"Now a kidnapping scenario... that might be fun."

"It could be arranged."

"Yeah right, who's going to kidnap me? I mean come on."

"It could be arranged, that's all I'm saying, maybe pass a guy a few bucks for expenses, but it could be done."

You handed me a fifty as you left with the words "Whatever, next round or expenses... whatever."

As you remember this you begin to smile through the ball gag, then realize you've slowed and stopped, taking several turns. Not at highway speed, but slower, a residential area.

You feel rough hands slide you out of the van, you sense you're being carried through a door, a hallway, another door, down some stairs and finally laid face down on a soft flat surface. 

The hood is removed, but the blindfold is slid back into place as the lights are turned on, your arms are then brought out to your side and attached to what you presume to be a bed. Then you feel the tape binding your legs together being cut, your remaining shoe removed and socks slid gently off.

Then you feel a pair of heavy manacles clamp around your legs, tying them apart. Then a cold piece of steel presses itself against your Achilles, and begins sliding up your leg, then the other. The scissors cutting a perfect v into your jeans before they finish the job and begin to slice your shirt in half, following your backbone. Then your arms are free from their cloth bindings and gentle, rough hands begin to knead the flesh of your legs.

Working their way up from your ankles, squeezing and removing the tensions of the trip, your mind can't help but think of those same fingers working other areas. 

Your thighs relax, and you feel the same hands begin to work their way across your back, pausing to unhook your bra, and slice the straps so they fall uselessly around your neck. Then the hands begin by alternating between the deep massage your legs received and a light feather touch.

Tracing the curves and changes in your skin with a touch softer than the rough hands should be capable of. Across the shoulder blades, down the vertebrae, finally reaching your panty covered hips. 

With your body relaxed, you feel your sliced clothing being removed from under you and a heavy, warm blanket being draped over your nearly naked form. Your eyes shut behind the blindfold and you fall asleep. 

When you awaken you're surprised to find yourself unbound on the bed with your arms and legs curled up into themselves. You don't even notice the blindfold anymore. Leaving it on even though everything else is free.

"Hello"? Your voice echoes across a seemingly empty room. You cross your arms, crushing your breasts into you and holding them for comfort, like a child with a security blanket. You sit up, and reach to remove the blindfold when a silent figure behind you brings your arms back down to your side. 

"Not yet" A voice you don't recognize whispers in your ear. 

"C.C.C ould you turn the heat up a little please?"

"Of course." Is the reply as a heavy warm plate is set in your lap. The heater kicks on in a surprisingly familiar way, and you feel the warm air begin to circulate around you. 

"It's just a sandwich, we didn't want you to have to see in order to eat, but I must warn you. If you take off the blindfold, there will be no more food. Do you understand?"

You nod and ask for some water, which is placed next to you, the coldness of the bottle startling your thighs that had grown used to the warmth of the plate. As you finish your meal, you are lain back down; and feel a second set of hands begin to wash your feet with a warm soft sponge, working it's way up your legs and stomach.

Chasing away the remnants of your makeup from your face, and perfume from your neck. Your arms and legs are once again bound, this time your arms are above your head, but your legs are still bound apart.

"Should we put the gag back in?"

"If she was going to scream, she'd have done it by now."

"How about you, would you like the gag?"

You shake your head to the side and knock the blindfold off of your eyes a little and see only a tall, lithe figure standing next to you. Not who you were expecting. 

"Who are you?"

"Damn blindfold." As it's slipped back over your eyes you feel your panties being slid down your legs. The Sponge is used across your hips, and you notice also that there is a sensation of lips kissing the freshly cleaned areas. Your hips, hair, and vulva all receive the same gentle cleansing and kisses. 

Then the bed seems to bend inward a little as someone seats themselves between your legs running their hands across the gentle curve between your legs and innermost desires.

The rough hands caressing, then parting you, exposing more than you would think. Then there is a shifting and you feel a tongue press itself against your clit. Not hard, just enough to make you know it's there. 

The lithe figure by your head leans down "Is there something you want to say?" 

As you open your mouth to reply your clit sends out a wave of pleasure though your body inspired by a tongue, drawing figure 8's across it, and you only moan.

The tongue changes pace often; keeping your body guessing for well over half an hour, from slow gently licks, and finger massages to suckling and lightning fast flickers of pleasure. The first time you orgasm you ask for him to stop. 

The second time you threaten to kill him if he stops.

The third time your words are too indistinct to make out.

As you arc your back for the last time as the pleasure from his mouth crescendos and begins to ebb, the man by your head leans down.

"Is it my turn yet?"

You nod and wonder how much more your clit can take.

When you feel his hands on the back of your head and realize he was talking about something completely different.

He lifts his still flaccid cock to your lips and tells you to lick it.

Your tongue darts out tasting the salty mix of sweat and skin. As you lick around the head he presses it into your mouth, with his balls against the side of your face you feel him grow inside your mouth.

The head of his cock begins to press against the back of your throat, almost making you gag, but you simply suck through the reflex and keep going. He begins to move his hips against you, sliding himself in and out of your mouth for you since you can't move.

"Et me oll ovah." you beg.

"What?" 

The cock pops out of your mouth and you see the perfectly circumcised head bobbing tantalizingly in front of your face.

"Let me roll over. Please"

The world goes dark as the blindfold is replaced and your hands are unbound, then your legs. With a swift kick you knock the guy between your legs off the table, only to have the guy whose cock-taste is still filling your mouth grab your hair and yank you back down.

"Bitch... roll her over.. That shit wasn't funny" You feel yourself thrown over onto your stomach, your arms stretched out before you; like you're praying at an altar, and your legs bound not just to the bed, but to themselves so you're forced to a kneeling position, a hand comes down hard across your ass causing you to wince in pain, you feel the blood rushing to the site to turn it a deep red.

"Don't try that again. Pull your pants up... let's go" The world goes even darker as the earplugs and gag are put back in place, followed by the bag that still smells like yesterdays perfume.

As your legs cramp up from the uncomfortable position they are forced into, you realize your attempt to play along has gone horribly wrong. The hours crawl by, and you begin counting to try and make some sense of time. Eventually you sleep.

The bag is removed from your head along with the earplugs "Listen _____, we were going to be nice and try to make this your fantasy. But that little shit trick you just pulled means it's our turn. Do you understand?" Nod. "Do you agree?" Nod. "Are you going to try anything stupid like that again?" Shake "Are you now our slut?" nod. "Good." You hear the door shut again. 

Somehow you fall asleep like that, not deep sleep, just the nodding off like a drunk on St. Pats. Your legs beginning to go numb when you're awakened by a slap on the other side of your ass matching the red spot already there. The gag is removed from your mouth, to be replaced with an already hard cock. "Suck you little slut." 

Your head begins to bob and take in the length of his cock, not as big as "Mr. Lithe" but enough. You feel his hands take your hair and pull it back into a ponytail as you continue to move up and down the shaft. "Slower, take your time, I got all day."

As you take in the entire length of him and brace for a tickling sensation on your nose, you realize he is shaved bare. Enjoying the new sensation you try to nuzzle up against him, but are pushed back heavily. 

"I did that for you before you decided to try and kick my fucking teeth out... You no longer get to enjoy it."

You lean back, focusing on the head of the cock in your mouth, rolling your tongue across it, noticing how different a foreskin feels in your mouth, using your lips to draw the skin over the head, and then back down. You notice how deep the guys moans get as you play with the foreskin, you begin to wish you had at least one hand free so you could stroke and suck at the same time. 

Noticing your arm struggling to get free the guy reaches over and unhooks one arm, which immediately grabs his balls. Almost juggling them as you suck. You barely notice that the other guy. "Mr. Lithe" has begun to caress your airborne ass. Across each cheek and straight down the center Then replacing his hand with his mouth, kissing, caressing and licking. You feel a slight push as his tongue tries to enter you, and a second against your wet pussy. 

The pressure on your pussy increases as what's causing it begins to vibrate. The tongue on your ass begins to trace an outline of your hole, and the small vibrator begins to do its work on your clit. As you begin to enjoy it your hair is suddenly yanked hard "Pay attention you little slut. This is for us.. not you now... remember?" You nod as the head of his cock is suddenly forced to the back of your throat and the tongue that had been caressing your ass in replaced by a lube-covered finger.

You suddenly realize why you're sucking on the smaller of the two guys. You smile around the cock in anticipation of your punishment for your escape attempt.

The finger enters your asshole, not as gently as you would have liked, verging on being too rough. You feel the lube slide inside of you, preparing the way for the cock you know is coming soon. Then a second finger enters you and the vibe that had been focusing on your clit slides inside your pussy. The unfamiliar sensation causes you to gasp a little, until a relatively gentle hand slaps across your face. "I told you, this is for us now." You feel the bed shift as Mr. lithe slides himself into your waiting ass. He presses harder and harder, but your body is a little too tense and is putting up a struggle against your wishes. You want to feel the cock fully inside of you, his balls slapping the vibrator deeper inside of you, then you shift slightly and the world goes blue for a moment. The blindfold keeps you from seeing anything, but you know even if your eyes were open you'd be blinded.

You're torn in two directions by the hands on your hips pulling you backward and the hand on the back of your head pulling you forward. Your ass begs for more as you try to lift your hips to meet his, you remember your legs are bound and you are completely at their mercy.

You want to empty your mouth out and scream "more" but you remember that this is for them now, and instead turn your mind away from the slow grind against your hips and instead let your tongue caress the head in front of you. 

As you approach your first of many orgasms your mouth is suddenly emptied and a pair of lips replaces the cock.

Kissing away the sweat taste in your mouth. Having another tongue to play with, yours dances for joy, skipping in and out of the mouth, playfully rubbing against it's new friend, then slowly caressing it, changing speeds to keep time with the cock in your ass.

Your free hand moves to the back of the head in front of you and you pull away for a moment "Thank you, I now it's for you now... but thank you." You crush me back to your mouth as "Mr. Lithe" comes into your ass, adding his own lubricant to that which is already there. 

As he begins to shake, the sensation causes you to do the same and your pussy's contractions echo around him, and push the small vibe out of you, leaving you quivering and spent.

You feel the tape binding your legs being cut, and a voice on the phone "Yeah, we'll be out in about 15 min. Clean up and we'll take care of our end." The familiar gag and earplugs are replaced and the hood drops around your shoulders. The bonds are removed from your legs and your remaining hand is untied. You then feel a new smelling soft robe placed around you. Covering you in its warmth. Since your legs are still too numb to support you, you are relieved when you are lifted and carried back to the inevitable minivan. 

Once again you fall asleep during the drive and wake up on your couch. Wearing only the blindfold and the robe. You lift it off to be greeted by the site of a bottle of wine, some flowers and a note, which simply says: "Anytime". 



Dream Run for Tina



CHAPTER 1

Susan Lewis and husband Reg came home from the wedding, feeling tired, drunk and very much lighter in the pocket after the big wedding that had seen their twenty-seven-year old daughter Tina marry her childhood sweetheart Alan Nichols.

It was a marriage that lasted nine months, culminating with Tina absolutely sick of the jerk. He'd crashed his car and was still wrangling with the insurance company and had lost his job and had instructed his attorney to sue the bastards. If that wasn't enough, the jerk was so stressed he was unable to sustain an erection.

"I think we should divorce," the blonde with small tits suggested and for once her mother agreed with her and pushed her son to initiate proceedings, accepting Tina's argument that with her gone Bob would gain peace of mind and be able to move back home to cut down on his living expenses.

With that settled and most of the legalities completed, Susan arrived back home, embarrassing her mom who was more concerned about what her friends would think than her part in steering her daughter into a loveless and unworkable marriage.

Tina played the shamed and rejected woman for a couple of days, remaining in bed and crying whenever anyone went near her. On the third day she rose and said to her mom, "I've finished playing out this charade. I feel free and should act accordingly."

"That's fine," said her mom, thinking of that huge cost of the wedding." Go find a job."

That ruthlessness comment shocked Tina. She'd expected sympathy and a little speech proclaiming, 'Our home is your home for as long as your wish to be with us darling'.

That the fuck had happened to her mom's scriptwriter? 

Unfortunately for Tina she'd undertaken a degree in public health, finishing with a BSPH with the vague intention of working in environmental health despite discovering she was really turned off the occupation after being involved in field work as part of her studies. To her astonishment she graduated near the top of her class, realizing later that others in her class were either incompetents or like her had wandered into college thinking they'd made a commitment without being totally committed. Those four years of drifting and feeling, well, incompetent although she'd enjoyed straight academic studies was another blot on her young life. 

Convinced that life could only get better for her and with her mom continuing to apply pressure, Tina tried for several positions but was told her degree was 'useless' or, more politely, 'is less that the minimum qualification we accept'.

Oh shit. Waiting tables or prostitution (presumably there was a degree of difference) appeared her most likely chance to provide money to survive when the parental supply of cash dried up. Then she received a call from a Miss West at one of the agencies she was registered with.

"We have a guy looking for a PA and happened to see your photograph on our website. Would you like to come in for a job-matching interview?"

"Job matching for what?"

"Oh to test your suitability for working for him and to test your proficiency. We will assemble your profile but we don't have his. However I'll hand him our report and it's up to him to make his decision."

"Nah, I don't care for involving myself in that sort of shit. Bye."

Cutting the call Tina thought the jerks who worked for job agencies were unbelievable, using mumbo-jumbo to get a job fit but in this case only testing one the two parties for compatibility. Jesus!

The next morning she took a call.

"Miss or Mrs Nicholas?"

"No."

"Oh but I was sure I was calling..."

"I have reverted to my maiden name. I'm Tina Lewis."

"Oh, pardon me. I'm Mrs Street of Citation Hotel speaking on behalf of Tony Ross, general manager. He will lunch with you today at 2:00 at City Professional and Business Club."

"Says who?"

"Oh Erica West from Able Recruitment Agency said you were tough with a no-nonsense manner. I think I see what she means. We are a small family company attempting to run a big new hotel and need to recruit top back-up personnel." 

"I see."

"Do you stay at hotels Tina?"

"Yes I've stay two nights in one when I was fifteen, I think."

"Oh dear."

Tina said with relief, "So I'm deemed unsuitable?"

"I suppose so."

"But Mrs Street, don't you think you and Mr Tony Ross were playing a long shot to believe I'd stay regularly at hotels?"

"Oh I guess we were but I'm surprised you recalled our names so readily."

"I'm good with people, hopeless at interviews. Goodbye Mrs Street. I guess you stay at other hotels regularly?"

"Yes I do. Oh my, your mind does work in an interesting way. We will pay you $100 cash to attend that luncheon today. I have a hunch about you."

"Are you the company financial controller?"

"Yes and you even got that right and I guess you were thinking how would you get that hundred dollars?"

"Something like that."

"I shall place it in Tony's top pocket."

"At the club people watching Tony hand over a hundred bucks might think I'm a low-charging prostitute?"

"Oh Tony is going to have a ball lunching with you darling. Goodbye and good luck. I do hope you'll come aboard."

Susan almost over-balanced when Tina entered the room. She almost stuttered, "Y-you can't go to the City Professional and Business Club dressed like that?"

"Who says I can't? I'm not going there to appear before the committee for membership approval."

"Y-you like... like... oh god, I can't say it."

"A highly successful young business woman whose office is a street pole that she leans against until some guy winds down the car window and grins or scowls and asks how much?"

"Oh god," her mom sighed, collapsing on to the sofa.

"Bye mom."

Susan wheezed, "Good luck darling."

The dining room was almost full and rather noisy but the noise petered out as the maitre 'd marched unsmiling in front of the blonde with a short hair cut, a black frilly dress with a plunging neckline that and a hem that ended six inches below the top of her hipbones and then came thick orange stockings and black shoes with six-inch glass heels. As well as that outrageous appearance, the young broad was openly smiling at everyone.

Everyone now waited to see which naughty member would stand to claim his 'lady' with her unfettered bouncing breasts.

There was a huge buzz when young Tony Ross stood, grinning. His attorney father Robert was currently president of the club, although not in the clubrooms that day, and Tony's grandfather, who had founded Ross & Partners, Attorneys at Law, had been a former president and had been patron of the club at the time of his death. 

People still interested watched Tony take a bill from his top pocket and hand it to the young woman who smiled and spoke to him. They shook hands.

Another buzz went through the room. Why hadn't they kissed?

Tony had been forewarned. Sandra Street had said, 'This one is so different, perhaps wacky enough for you to like her. I think she'll attempt to shock you'.

Watching her enter behind the smirking Fred, marching as if he were still in the Army, Tony was thinking she wasn't even wearing a bra. He wondered if panties had also been left at home. Completing the short study he concluded apart from the breast wobble she walked well, had great legs and disregarding the clothing she might even have style. Sandra had said she'd sounded well spoken and appeared to be a confident communicator so perhaps this was indeed his new PA/VIP Greeter.

Standing to greet her he said, "Hi, I'm Tony Ross. Here's your hundred bucks appearance money."

"Thanks but you realize if you want to pay for it, one hundred would only get you the opening stanza?"

Tony swallowed. Jesus this babe really had something going for her. "May I order you a cocktail?"

"I won't touch alcohol until either you fob me off or hire me."

"Which one would be your choice?"

Tina smiled and said calmly, "Could I delay that answer for ten minutes. I ought to have gained my impression of you by then. You aren't drinking. Were you attempting to be a gentleman and waited for my late arrival or have you already overindulged today?"

Tony smiled. Sandra had also told him Tina appeared direct and thought laterally. "Yes today you are partly correct. Today is my twice-weekly no-alcohol day. From what Sandra told me you could be quite unsuitable because you've no history in hotel hospitality."

"Well put it this way. Just because I haven't had children says nothing about my suitability as a future mother. And another thing, I suspect Mrs Street mothers you so you would be advised not to judge her opinions too keenly because her protective instinct could blur her judgment in respect of you. Are you two related?"

"Sandra is mom's best friend from way back and is my godmother."

"Lucky you. So told me something I guess she hopes I'll tell you. She had a good impression generally of me, apart from not being a disciple of hotel hospitality, and said I appeared different and she hopes, and I quote, I come aboard, unquote. I rather think she didn't tell you that last bit."

"No she didn't."

Tina wanted to elicit an accurate impression of him so went for his center of interest. "Why are you a running a hotel?"

"Mom wanted to invest her millions she received from her widowed father when he died. So couldn't think what to do with her inheritance and didn't trust financial advisers, so she sought dad's advice and he suggested she buy a small chain of motels or a major holding in a large business. She came to me and off the top of my head I said to build a new hotel because the city was short of new 5-star accommodation. She liked the idea and then pulled me out of my lowly ranking as an attorney in dad's office and well, you can guess the rest."

"You have explained that beautifully. Are you married?"

"Yes but it's proving a little shaky but Iona and I are working on it."

"Iona? Is she homesick for Scotland?"

Tony looked surprised. "Yes for her family and the lifestyle she knew from childhood in the Outer Hebrides. We met in London and had a couple of crazy days and nights in Paris. She now realizes she made a mistake coming here, although I gave her no other choice. I have no desire to live on Lewis or even in Scotland for that matter."

Tina offered, "My marriage is over after nine months. We are divorcing. We were so unsuited but couldn't see it."

"Yes I read in your file you and your husband had split permanently. I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"That's kind of you to say that. Yes I'll work for you providing I find the salary and job conditions attractive."

"Well you are hired subject to you finding the salary and conditions to your liking."

"I'm sure I will. My impression is you'll be a fair employer."

"Actually mom is chairman of the company and she does the hiring and firing of executives but I'm free to hire my own PA."

They ordered and Tina selected a glass of white wine.

Watching her drinking and she catching his look and winking at him, Tony said, "My wife is going to hate you. You are too full on for her taste."

"Does she have a job in the company?"

"No she's director of patient safety and regulatory compliance at Atkinson Memorial Hospital near where we live."

"Good, then I'm out of her orbit and will have no need to meet and unintentionally antagonize her."

They left the club for the hotel where Tina signed on and went to Tony's office. He took her on a tour of the 10-story 166-room hotel and then took Tina in to introduce her to his mother who was principal individual investor in the hotel that had an insurance company and a retirement fund as cornerstone investors.

"Mom I'd like you to meet my new PA, Tina Lewis. Tina this is my mother Concetta Ross."

"Oh god Tony, are you attempting to push your wife's panic button?"

"No mother. Tina was the only candidate I interviewed who appealed to me."

"I bet, welcome to the team Tina."

"Thank you Mrs Ross. You have a beautiful hotel. So many of them in this city are overdue for demolition."

"Why thank you. Obviously you have hotel experience. I hope you enjoy it here. Um I hope you don't mind me suggesting this..."

"I'll be wearing a pinstriped business suit with hem just above my knees where I begin work in the morning."

"Oh you clever girl. I can tell you are a very accomplished PA."

As they left Tony said, "What do you know about being a personal assistant?"

"Nothing."

He grinned and asked could she answer phones and operate a computer competently.

"Very competently."

He looked at his watch and said, "You probably found mom a bit frigid. She may have thought I'd found you in a bar but your responses rather threw her, making her think you are multitalented."

"Oh but I am Tony. You must try me in bed."

Tony straightened his tie that was already straight and hissed, "Tina!"

"Oh sorry boss, my tongue ran away on me. Anyway you may have no desire to be left a physical wreck."

Tony just groaned, playing with his tie again. "Sandra should be back from the business school by now. She lectures there two days a week for two hours. Our family, and Sandra considers herself family, has traditionally put back something into organizations that have benefited us."

"I think similarly, hence my suggestion you out to try me out in bed."

"Tina please."

"Well at least you know I really appreciate getting this chance to shine as a PA in the hospitality industry Tony. I take it your mother is originally from Italy, well north of Rome I should think?"

"Yes," Tony said, glancing at Tina. "Here father is Italian and her mother English and they still live in Bergano, I speak a little Italian. And you?"

"A little Italian, French and German. My mother is the linguist in my family."

"You ought to have stated that in your CV."

"Why? I'm only really fluent in American English."

Tony shook his head. "You are not easy to understand Tina. Your thinking seems to leap all over the place."

"It's how I keep boredom at bay. Most things move a little slow for me."

A good looking and overweight woman behind her desk was combing her blonde hair. She took one look at Tina and bellowed in laughter and said "Jesus you must have terrified Tony walking into the club dressed like hooker."

"How dare you judge me like that! These are my best clothes."

Sandra turned pale and put her hand over her mouth in shock.

"It's how she is Sandra. Take no notice of her," Tony sighed. "It's possible she'll have herself sorted out by the time she's thirty."

"Hi Sandra. I'm really pleased to meet you. May we kiss?"

Sandra almost leapt round her desk and they hugged and kissed. "Welcome to the hotel you little bitch. You almost stopped my heart moments ago. Oh aren't you a little darling. Concetta and I will hope you'll be the wedge that will make Iona utterly homesick.

"No keep me out of it Sandra. That would be grossly unfair."

"Why are you two discussing my wife?" Tony frowned.

"Oh it's just Sandra fantasizing Tony. Take no notice. I'm off now. It was lovely meeting you Sandra. Bye Tony."

"I'll take you home Tina."

"Tony that is so sweet of you but please, you are general manager of this hotel and I'm simply one of your minions. You will have far more important things to do. I shall see you tomorrow and I would like to see more smiling from you. Bye guys."

As she left Sandra said, "That young lady is no minion."

"Exactly my thinking. She's executive material. We must see where she's fits. Her public health degree major is environmental health. Perhaps we could make her rooms and kitchen inspector?"

"Darling I suggest you never rile that young lady because you might not be able to cope with the backlash."

"How the hell can you say that? You've only just met her."

"She is a complex personality. Tread carefully darling and as soon as Iona and you decide to split I'd like you to begin dating our Miss Lewis."

"You have to be joking."

"Didn't she say you have important things to do? Off you go Tony."

The thirty-one-year old went off thinking about Tina. God she had great tits.

Tina's parents were thrilled she had what her Canadian-born mom called 'gainful employment' because she understood big hotels worked on a staff promotion system of front-line personnel.

"I'll be backroom mom, stuck in my office guarding my boss and taking his calls and doing stuff he distains to do."

"Well that's what personal assistants do but I can't see you with your ass screwed to a chair and doing your nails over an unused keyboard. What is this boss of yours like?"

"Okay."

"What's his manner like?"

"Steady and measured I'd say."

"How old is he?"

"Mom he hasn't told me and I see no reason to ask."

"Well is he over fifty or under fifty?"

"Under."

Susan sighed and said in that case Tina might get on okay with him. She complained, "Despite my questioning I still know next to nothing about him."

"That makes us a pair mom."

Tina was tempted to tell her mom her boss married a Scottish woman after spending a dirty weekend with her in Paris. But Tina knew if she said that she would spend the next hour being plagued with questions about her boss's immorality and other aspects for which she didn't know the answers.

Over dinner that evening Lisa's parents decided to pay the costs of her acquiring a rental apartment and they would pay the first two month's rental.

"You make it sound as if you a happy to see me leave you," Tina joked.

"It's funny you should mention that," her father said, straight-faced.

* * *

A Mr and Mrs Boswell lived across the hallway from Tina's apartment and were keen to welcome her.

"That apartment has been vacant for neigh on a month," said Mrs Boswell, pouring coffee for their guest before Saturday lunch. "Call me Charlotte dear."

Charlotte talked too much and her husband Philip, who looked to be approaching forty, around five years younger that Charlotte, totally ignored Tina apart from saying hi when introduced. That really annoyed Tina.

On Sunday afternoon when Tina's first guests, her parents, had left she answered the door knock. There stood Philip Boswell looking reasonable suave and holding up a bottle of wine.

"May I come in and assist to drink this?"

Tina thought about saying no but opened the door wide. 

Philip sailed in and looking around said, "You have this place looking great. Sorry I didn't appear overly friendly yesterday but Charlotte and I had just had a row. She only likes having sex when she's in the mood, and the gaps between those right moods occurring are lengthening.

"Perhaps she didn't marry you for sex?"

Philip thought about that and nodded. "Yeah that hadn't occurred to me. We found each other on the rebound. She was just divorced and I'd never married but had recently broken up with my girlfriend of seven months."

"So she was all over you sexually prior to the wedding and after the honeymoon those gaps you spoke about became wider?"

"Yes."

Tina stayed silent until Philip asked, "What should I do? She is visiting her mother today."

"Warn her that unless she bucks up and satisfies your sexual appetite then you'll leave her and find someone who enjoys opening her legs for you."

"Christ that would scare the crap out of her. Her divorce came as a shock."

"Exactly."

Philip thought about that and grinned, "Christ you are clever." As an after thought he asked, "How's your sex life?"

"Non-existent at present. Are you interested?"

His eyes widened.

"Go fetch some condoms."

Philip scuttled off and was back only a half minute after Tina had removed her panties and fetched towels to place on the sofa.

"I can't believe you'll do it with me. You are young and damn attractive."




Dream Run for Tina



"Well it's your lucky day. Just never mention or even hint about this to Charlotte. We guys need to remain friendly. I've just started a new job so will soon have boyfriends.

Philip needed a shave and when he pulled of his loose shirt, flab became evident but when her dropped his pants and briefs and Tina saw what was poking out beyond his clenched hand she licked her lips and thought, Charlotte really was unbelievable, the silly woman.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Stick that into me once you have gotten me off with your fingers."

"What about fingers and tongue."

"Okay."

Falling against the back of the sofa and opening her legs wide, Tina pulled up her dress and Philip said, "Oh baby, what a slick looking cunt. It's almost beautiful."

"Almost? Stop insulting me," she laughed lightly and commanded, "Drop you head between my legs and get to work."

Philip produced a result for his condom but failed to get Tina off after a successful round of cunnilingus, leaving Tina wondering if one-sided sex was the reason for Charlotte's indifference. She had an idea and suggested to Philip he should play an adult movie when he made a move on his wife and that might stimulate her (meaning both of them). She suspected it would be almost impossible to convince many guys they could be largely responsible for their partner not firing up during sex because guys appeared programmed not to accept such counseling, viewing it as 'and attack on their manhood'. Good grief!

Tina was enjoying the hotel environment and working into her job without difficulty. Tony proved to be analytical, patient, helpful and even-tempered and that probably was his law training showing through.

The system of hotel management was more complex that Tina had expected. The main departments of room, food and beverage, sales and marketing, HR and accounting were inclusive of sub units that often had managers with considerable authority. For example, the industry standard structure for the rooms department included such things as reservations, front office, housekeeping, laundry, security, engineering and communication. 

So 'rooms' was rather an overly simplified name. The more she got into it the more Tina learned. For example she'd not realized a 166-room hotel would have 23-250 phones because larger rooms also had a phone wired into the bathroom and suites had phones in the lounge as well as each bedroom. Each elevator had a phone and there were public and office phones throughout the hotel. Tony seemed to know everything including how many toilet flushes would occur between 9 pm and 9 am next day on average whenever the hotel rooms were full or near full. The image of that volume of water with whatever it carried leaving the hotel each twenty-four hours began to give Tina new insight about the design, servicing and facilities management of a multi-level building.

Heather Brandt, manager of HR, was lively and she and Tina quickly became friends. Heather was dating Claude du Toit the executive chef, who was South African, and she arranged a double date by teaming Tina with the hotel engineering manager, Matt Brady, an Australian. They had a great night out and although that night Tina walked to her apartment while the other three took a cab back to the hotel, Matt visited her office next day and arranged to take Tine to a film that evening.

Matt had a great physique and Tina was hopeful of bedroom adventures.

Their two-week relationship petered out because of Matt. After going to a lousy film, chosen by Matt, Tina invited him to her apartment and they picked up pizza on the way.

After coffee Matt stood, and eyeing Tina hopefully said he'd better go.

"Why don't you stay the night," she said hopefully and he grinned hugely and she knew what she'd be getting.

Matt bared his short and thick cock and said, "Suck this bitch."

Taken aback, Tina was uncertain whether he was serious or joking in speaking so roughly. She gave him the benefit of doubt and dropped to her knees, only to have his cock rammed into her mouth.

Holy shit, she thought, gasping. She pulled away and told him not to be so rough.

"Okay."

She found out later as a university student studying mechanical engineering, Matt had been hooked on surfing and surfed around Australia, Bali, New Zealand and Hawaii.

"The Hollywood surfing movies show the beach culture associated with surfing as being competitive, and that's true, with half of the players guys and the other half girls, and overall apart from the mandatory couple of villains, everything is pretty cool."

He smiled and said a little sadly, "The reality is it's a matter of survival... to keep holding on to your boards, other stuff and even your money and then staving off the time you'll run out of money and have little left beyond you ticket home. You struggle to escape injury, learn to be polite to cops hassling you or looking for drugs and stolen property. The guys hugely outnumber the females and some of the females only indulge in same-sex fucking because they regard it as safer. So you literally have to fight for shelias and when you get one you fuck her before she can be stolen off you."

Well that explained Matt's roughness and why he came inside a minute but fortunately had more shots in the tank. However she preferred long and tender fucks. So two Saturday's later, already tired of Matt's sexual indifference Tina told him she didn't wish to date again."

"Okay you cold bitch," he grinned. 'I'll see your around." He then left without closing or even slamming the door behind him or saying thanks for the beautifully cooked and presented dinner.

Tina decided to only go out with Heather if she wished to go shopping with her or to a concert or a girls' film. It would be best not to date hotel staff. She didn't think of hotel guests. She and Tony had become quite personal in their comments since the morning he came in with a long scratch under his left eye.

Staring at the cut, Tina said, "Did the cat get you?"

"We don't have a cat," he said sullenly. "If you must know my depressed wife did it. I told her to work hard to get out of her dark moods and she flamed and slashed my cheek with one of her nails."

"Oh Tony I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you to comment."

"It's okay. She was sorry and it appeared that burst of temper had pulled her through that mood. Since you don't mind entering my personal life I must say I was surprised to hear you and Matt are dating. I wouldn't have thought he would have been your type."

"You're right, he wasn't. I was getting desperate for some male company. He has no finesse and so he was dumped."

"Good girl."

A couple of days later Tony asked, "May I ask you something very personal?"

"Yes I'm interested in having sex with you."

He grinned and said almost right. "I have this pal coming to stay for three nights who lives 500 miles away. Iona and I are taking him out on his first night here... he's on a business trip. I was wondering if you would be available to date him if that's what he wants. He's VIP status, staying in a suite at his company's expense. You are not expected to have sex."

"But I could choose to do so if you like him."

"Yes, exactly. I think you'll like him."

"Oooh, that will ease my feeling of sexual starvation and will push back the urgency of requiring you to bend me over your desktop."

"Tina!"

"Sorry Tony."

She thought well at least he'd half-smiled. She had him now thinking about her the way he ought to be thinking about her.

Very white skinned with curly blond hair, Athol Petersen was thickset and was six inches shorter than Tony who had long straight black hair, a wider face and a squarer jaw. When being introduced Tina could feel the affection between the two guys and it was pleasing to learn that Tony had at least one good friend away from the hotel. 

A week after starting the job Tony had suggested Tina breakfast at the hotel as it would be useful to keep in touch with the overall environment and she was welcome to have a couple of drinks in the bar after work.

The next morning after being introduced to Athol, Tina was walking through to sit with a couple of the resident managers for breakfast when Athol stood and waved. She went over to say good morning and he invited her to join him.

"You have brightened my morning," he said flirtatiously.

""You are very welcome," she said, placing a little emphasis on very and Athol looked at her closely.

"Um would you care to accompany me to a movie anytime after 6:00 this evening."

"The offer is lovely but do you really wish to go to a movie."

"Um no."

"Why don't we eat at 7:00 in your suite? I will arrange for it to be complimentary."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm not going with anyone at the moment so I have all this time on my hands. Are you married?"

Looking a little deflated he said yes.

"Are you just a little promiscuous when on the road?"

Athol's face brightened and he said, "Yes but I am very selective." 

"I can stay the night if you wish and promise not to answer any phone calls."

He grinned and said great. "Tony hold me to make a move on you and advised me to eat in here at 7 am rather than in my room and to catch you as you entered."

"Yes he suggested you might like to date me. I don't know what else he told you."

"Tony is too much of a gentleman to go beyond that."

"Of course," Tina smiled and said smoothly. "I require condoms to be used and please understand butt is out."

"Oh what a great communicator you are," Athol smiled. "I'm now really looking forward to dinner and beyond. Shall I order dinner for tonight?"

"Yes I eat lightly but am not a fussy eater apart from rarely eating red meat."

"Understood. You are a beautiful woman and I love the azure shade of your eyes."

"Thank you, the precise shade of azure has been identified at Alice blue. What is your line of business?"

"We are screen printers specializing in reproducing fine art on T-shirts and on vinyl and other media for galleries and cinemas and a new service is printing CD/DVD cases that are massed produced straight on to the textured front and back surfaces of the cases we supply."

Athol proved to have style. When Tina arrived dress in black apart from a gold top he kissed her warmly as if she was a longtime close friend. They had a leisurely drink, not touching and after Athol pushed the dinner trolley out into the alcove entrance outside the room he removed his jacket and was pulling off his tie when he said softly, "Let the games begin."

Tina stood, removed her top and stepped out of her skirt and shoes.

"God you are beautiful with a gorgeous body," Athol said, and embracing her lightly kissed her and said, "Young, fresh and succulent."

Tina smiled and teased, "Are you talking about fruit or are you attempting to talk romantically?"

"Take you pick," he joked. "I'm willing to fuck fresh fruit."

He petted her patiently and fluently, leaving the impression he was an accomplished seducer. He looked clean including having well manicured fingernails and even smelt clean and his hair was soft and silky. Tina was very pleased with him and very pleased again when she dug out a long, thin erection that looked good enough to eat. So she virtually ate it.

Spitting semen into a towel she smiled and said, "Thanks for the warning. Although I don't swallow I don't mind taking it in the mouth if I like the guy."

Athol smiled and looked pleased.

When he appeared to want to launch into it in missionary position, Tina athletically pulled her legs out of the way and gave him total access to her dripping pussy.

"Are you double-jointed?" he asked, looking at the position of her legs.

She smiled and said no, she did floor stretching exercises most nights and mornings to maintain flexibility. Eyeing his hungry-looking cock in his hand she said, "Um condom."

"Oh yes, thanks. This passion I feel make me forgetful."

They fucked well, three times which meant four ejaculations for Athol. That impressed Tina and she felt replete.

"Is that enough?"

"Plenty," he puffed. "Christ you know how to keep a guy going. It's been some years since I shot three loads in the one session."

"Four," Tina corrected. "Remember we began with me sucking you off."

"God I've experience an unexpected return to youth," he grinned.

"I'll sleep here but will be gone before you wake up."

"No way. I'll want a good morning fuck before you leave."

"It's up to you to catch me if you can," she teased, kissing him and walking off to shower.

She'd expected him to follow her but he didn't and when Tina returned to the bed Athol was already deeply asleep.

He remained asleep in the morning and she left after confirming he was still breathing. It wasn't her practice to fuck her men to death.

CHAPTER 2

Concetta came most mornings to have coffee with Tony that they made themselves. If anyone else was with them Tina made and served it. That was Concetta's suggestion. She would stop to chat to Tina before going into Tony and those brief conversations began to lengthen and after a couple of months Concetta invited Tina to join for her lunch away from the hotel and refused to allow Tina to reciprocate, saying she had a chairman's entertainment allowance. After the second occasion those lunches became a fortnightly event and one Saturday when her husband and son were away on a fishing weekend Concetta accepted an invitation to dine at Tina's apartment.

Entering the apartment Concetta brushed aside an apology that it was so small. 

"You have this arranged so beautifully and it's spotless," Concetta said.

"Please don't check for dust," Tina said and Concetta, a glass of dry French wine in her hand, laughed loudly.

Tina was at the table ladling soup in the bowls when Concetta, at the bookcase, pulled out a book in English titled, 'Off the Beaten Tourist Tracks in Italy.'

She heard her visitor exclaim in surprise and replied that Tony knew she's twice been to Italy and had given it to her when she told him she had found a suitable apartment.

Concetta walked to the table and looking at Tina intently said, "You replied to me quite fluently in Italian."

"Oh did I?" Tina replied, her surprise apparent. "You spoke about your find at the bookcase in Italian and I just lapsed into it. I just didn't think although Tony had said you were born in Italy."

"No it's not that," Concetta said speaking in French. "Tony told me you could manage a few words in Italian, French and German but weren't fluent."

"That is correct. I'm only really fluent in English, American English."

"And that's exactly what he said but you are now speaking French and I daresay speaking it as well as I am. Aren't you aware people who are multi-lingual are highly prized in the lodging industry in areas like here that attract foreign tourists?"

"No I'd never thought about it but it makes sense. May I invite you to sit? This freshly made soup is ready to consume."

Two weeks later when Concetta arrived for morning tea she said to Tina, "Please come through for coffee. There's something Tony and I would like to discuss with you."

Tina learned the beverage manager, Baden Holt, who was also responsible for stewarding and room service, had resigned suddenly because his mother was stricken by cancer.

"Oh how sad," Tina said.

Concetta nodded and said, "Tony and I have discussed Baden's exit and he's agreed to stay with us for two more weeks and the assistant manager has confirmed she doesn't want the job. We are offering the position to you."

"But why?"

"Because you are wasted where you are now."

Tina smiled and asked was requesting Baden to remain another two weeks done to give me, a complete greenhorn, some time to learn about management and the what the different roles of the position entail?"

Tony said, "Yes and Baden is comfortable about the delay. He's spoken to his mother in Austria. Mother and I believe you are loaded with natural ability and you'll flow into this position with ease, remembering you have a long-serving deputy to help you through induction."

"Well Baden is a resident here. Is that necessary?"

"It's preferable but since you live close by it will be an option for you."

Tina accepted the position and went to Sandra who already had the contract waiting and Tina signed after noting the salary was two and a half times her current salary as it involved far greater responsibilities including being in charge of personnel and maintaining control of a very expensive inventory and being on call during emergencies 24/7.

"Don't mention a word to anyone about what I am to stay. This is a steeping stone for your really big promotion, to be in charge of the rooms department with all its sub-units," Sandra said. "Here are details of online study course in hotel management. I suggest you gain formal qualifications as quickly as you can. Fortunately you have no family responsibility and already possessing a college degree you ought to be able to make rapid progress. I suggest you skip the Associate Degree level and enroll for the degree course a Bachelor of Science of Bachelor of Business Administration in Hospitality Management."

"Wow, I like the sound of that. I guess the experience I'm picking up here and even casual knowledge about our operations will assist me greatly."

"Yes indeed, giving slingshot benefit with your studies."

A week after Baden departed, leaving Tina in sole command, she moved into the residential quarters he'd occupied. The one bedroom apartment was twenty percent larger than her former apartment and with superior fittings plus the added benefit of all guest facilities including full room service and a 24-in flat TV screen. All meals were available at the staff dining room.

On Sunday three days later was the hotel's 2nd birthday dinner for members of the board, investors, senior managers and spouses. It would be the first time she'd meet Iona. Sandra invited Tina to sit with her because her husband had a must-attend business dinner.

"Iona I'd like to introduce Tina Lewis, manager of beverages and room service."

Tina had seen Iona enter with Tony and had been expecting an over-weight redhead without much make-up or style. Instead she was astonished to see an almost breathtaking dark-haired beauty with a lovely smile and slim figure. Regrettably Tina blew it by saying, "How lovely to meet you Mrs Ross. I imagine you are missing Scotland."

"Excuse me Sandra," said Iona, now looking very tight-lipped and she walked off.

"God you are callous, an evil young woman," Sandra giggled, as a waitress approached them with a plate of canapés.

"No, oh no. That just came out. I feel dreadful."

Sandra looked at Tina and said, "Omigod, you are upset. Chin up darling, Concetta and I ought to be pinning medals on you. Iona now has three people in this room she detests... her husband, her mother and now you. I'm telling you darling, you have no idea of the dark person that lurks beneath Iona's façade. Lewis off the coast of northern Scotland is welcome to take her back. Come, you must meet Concetta's husband Robert. You'll rarely meet a nicer man than Robert Ross except in your case emotionally his son Tony would be a significant exception."

"You are such a tease Sandra," Tina giggled as Sandra took her arm.

Iona left soon after dinner whereas Tony and Tina were among the last to leave. As they were walking out Tony said, "I really miss seeing you multiple times each day."

"You'll get over it. Oh thanks for getting maintenance to redecorate my apartment in that lovely feminine soft peach color."

"Oh that was Charlie's idea as was the new tan sofa and two lounge chairs."

"Come and see how it looks now," Tina said, thinking he'd say no it was late, he'd better be off home. But no, he said okay. 




Dream Run for Tina



She felt a tingle.

"Yes very nice," Tony said rather abruptly as if he'd just decided what the hell was he doing in the apartment of an unmarried woman twenty minutes before midnight.

He turned as if to leave. Tina was standing right behind him as they'd just entered and she was straightening up after leaning over to place her handbag on the sofa just inside the doorway.

They collided.

Tony instinctively reached out to steady her and perhaps just as instinctively Tina kissed him. Well she'd often thought about them kissing since they'd met that day at the City Club. She had a hand behind Tony's head and that preventing him from pulling away unless he attempted to forcibly break away.

But after the initial failed attempt to break the kiss he relaxed and Tina put everything into it, feeling her emotions soar.

In less than ten seconds they broke the kiss but didn't pull away completely.

"Wow," Tony said gently and his green eyes widened as Tiny deftly caught his hand and pulled it up to her straining breast under her blue silk dress and she leaned forward slightly.

"I...I must go."

Iona smiled softly and stood aside. "You now know how I feel Tony."

"Oh yeah," he said, sounding confused. "Good night."

"Yes good night. Um I feel the event went very successfully."

"Huh?"

"People appeared to be enjoying themselves."

He frowned and then said, "Oh that."

Only then did Tina realize his mind hadn't switched off her romantic assault.

She shrugged helplessly and sighed, assuming he'd decided he must run because to stay would lead to inappropriate behavior for a married man. As the door closed behind him she swore in frustration... she was hot, ready for sex and he'd turned down the obvious offer.

"Fuck!"

Her face screwed up but she was tough enough not to cry. Tina knew she acted very much like her mother and she would advise Tina to go get him whereas her steady, dependable and moral father would say Tina should go out and find a suitable unattached guy. 

Next day she went to her former home as arranged to have lunch with her parents.

She was greeted warmly, asked about progress with her divorce, and replied it was now only a matter of time. Her mom asked her about her new job and they listened with interest as their daughter spoke about being responsible for inventory control, staff training, staff safety in the workplace, ensuring all regulations and guidelines were met, staff and floor management, anticipating demands, minimizing wastage and misappropriations, compiling and submitting spreadsheets to the accounts department in a timely manner, dealing with complaints and striving to be seen constantly as a competent team leader.

"Good heavens, you're running a business."

"Yes but only a spoke in a much bigger business dad."

"But you've had absolutely no experience in commercial catering?"

"Yes mom. So now you realize how I've fallen on to my feet simply because my personal attributes were picked up by Mrs Ross, the hotel's executive chairman. She believes in me and it's virtually her hotel, so under her patronage no one at the hotel is likely to want to see me fail. I have started online studies to gain an appropriate degree. If we had operated a convention center I recognize there would have been no way I could have help down this position without experience."

"So why is Mrs Ross taking this deep interest in you?"

Tina said evasively, "She knew I was a new divorcee attempting to restart my life and go after new challenges mom."

"Well obviously she has the guts to take a big risk although I guess she'd term it a calculated risk."

"She's hardnosed but sexy dad; your kind of woman," Tina said, grinning at her mom. They all laughed.

"You guys must come for lunch on Wednesday. I usually lunch with Mrs Ross every second Wednesday and have done so since I began at the hotel working for Concetta's married son."

"Yes I'd like that," Susan said. "Is she Italian?"

"She was born in Italian and her father is Italian. You'll be able to practice your Italian mom as she says she needs the practice too. Dad can you make lunch Wednesday?"

"Yes I'd like that and to see the work environment of our clever daughter."

"Lucky daughter dad. So far I've had the luck of a smooth ride. I'll confirm lunch with Concetta tomorrow but we will lunch Wednesday even if she can't make it."

Driving back to the hotel in one of the two hotel SUVs, Tina thought yet again about Concetta taking such a deep interest in her. The chairman was friendly toward her, but not overly friendly like she was with Sandra.

Had Concetta picked her out as a very personable person as a plaything for her son who was having difficulties with his wife? Tina had initially suspected that but neither the son nor has mother had done anything to reinforce that positions. She smiled when thinking how Tony had positively bolted from her lair the previous night.

So what was it? 

Tina sighed and admitted she had no idea.

* * *

On Monday when Tony attempted to see his mother she said she was on her way out to a Chamber of Commerce meeting of the committee she chaired.

"Come to my office at 12:30. I'll order lunch. I need to talk to you about replacing the silver SUV. Tina drove it yesterday and said if the mileage goes much higher it will pass the threshold for returning a good trade-in price."

"What does Tina know about vehicle trade-ins?"

"I could say what doesn't Tina know. Actually I asked her the same thing and she said she thought the condition of the vehicle was not quite up to scratch for a frontline hospitality vehicle for a 5-star hotel so called the Ford dealer we purchased it from and discussed the situation with the sales manager. I was in her office checking how she was getting on with her first monthly report and she mentioned the vehicle."

"But vehicles are in my area of responsibility."

"I must go darling. If you don't like the manner in which she'd discharged initiative then tell her but I warn you if you attempt to bawl her out on procedural process on a matter of initiative you best protect yourself against an unexpected kick in the groin. Have you had sex with her yet?"

"Mom!"

"Must go. You can complain about my disgusting comment over lunch."

Tony kissed his mom affectionately and poured the wine.

"Regarding your disgusting comment to me this morning, I just saw Tina and Marlene walking up the stairway to the mezzanine floor. Christ Tina has a great butt. She really has a wonderful figure."

"So you have noticed at last. Imagine what her children are likely to look like?"

"What?"

"Oh nothing, that was just a thought to keep you interested. Now what do you wish to discuss."

"Er," Tony said, stalling, "I inspected the Ford Explorer and yes, it is losing it's good as new appearance. I've told Jennifer to trade it for the latest same-spec model."

"That's fine."

"Um you may not like this but Tina has to go."

Concetta's glass shook slightly as it was placed back on the table. "Oh yes? I'm warning you, this better be good."

Tony was well aware a fiery Latin streak lurked within his mother. It had been good of her to warn him to proceed with care. No problem. As a law student he'd been trained in negotiation.

"I think the way to approach this is to invite your judgment on this matter. On Saturday night I asked Tina was she satisfied with the revamp of her apartment and she invited me to see it."

"Go on."

"Once inside she made quite a hit on me."

Concetta looked flabbergasted. "And you are complaining?"

Biting back what he really felt he should say, Tony limited his response to "Yes."

"God Tony, you are in need of sex counseling. You accept a warm invitation to a single woman's apartment almost at midnight. Both of you had been drinking and were dressed in your best. You are roughly the same age and see each other as being sexy. Christ Tony, what did you expect the poor girl to do if you were hanging back?"

"I'm her boss, her senior."

Concetta rumbled ominously, "I cannot believe what I'm hearing. Has that constantly complaining Scottish... er... woman removed your balls?"

Tony looked at his mother scandalized but kept his head. If this developed into a yelling confrontation she'd win hands down.

"I admit I'd like to fuck her but I'm married."

"Don't use that disgusting word in my presence."

"Sorry mom. What do you advise?"

"At the back of my mind I believe Tina would be the perfect mother of my grandchildren. But perhaps that's a wishful thought. She would not want the father to be less than 100% committed to her. I also think she is quite entitled to want to fuck you. Oh did I use that word? You are a bad role model for your mother Tony. But having said that I should divulge my long term plan."

Tony left the office rather unsteadily, shocked and in awe of his mother. He had yet to decided whether he really agreed with the plan but his initial reaction was that he did favor it.

Item one was a shocker in itself. His mother had not minced her words. She'd said, "Boot that woman back to Scotland with a divorce underway. Your father and I will contribute towards the cash settlement."

Although appalled at that idea, he had to admit his efforts to appease his wife had failed and they now slept in separate rooms. Iona had refused to have a marriage counselor anywhere near her.

Tony found Iona in the lounge reading. She hadn't bothered to get up to greet him when she'd heard his vehicle arriving.

"What's the matter? You are very early."

"I've come to talk about us."

"God at last," she said without any change in expression. "Come through and I'll make coffee."

"You have been unhappy here for a very long time."

"Christ," she scowled. "Tell me something I don't know."

Tony sat at the table and waited silently for coffee. She sat, stirred two teaspoons of sugar into her coffee, he never added sugar to anything.

He said stiffly, "I agree with you this impasse is wasting our lives. I concede at last you are right... we should end our marriage. What will it take to get you out of here? I warn you to be reasonable. I'm under no pressure to have this happen."

"Is that it?"

"Yes."

"Well I suggest you return to work. I'm off to dress and go and hire an attorney. I'll let you know my terms when I'm good and ready."

"Don't over-tax yourself. Take too long to advise me and I'll manage the divorce application my way and you may end up having to fight me in court. Don't forget to brief your attorney mom owns this house and my car and your car is yours that she gave you as a wedding gift."

"Off you go."

"Bye."

Iona stared at Tony without replying.

Tony felt coldly ruthless. God he was weak. He should have dumped the stupid woman when he first discovered she was unhappy with everything about him. She'd gone to her mother to harangue her about it and his mom booted her from the house. Those two hadn't spoken to one another for almost a year.

Entering his office he crashed on to his chair and called his mother.

"I've done it."

"Good boy. Bye."

His new PA who was impressively efficient but looked a bag of bones smiled as he went by. She appeared to exist solely on water. Probably she ate only dinner. Tony regretted not having hired the great looker with massive tits. Christ he was weak. He'd not wanted to be ridiculed by his mom and even worse, Tina.

He marched into Tina's office and then apologized and began to withdraw.

"No stay Tony. Lexi and I are only working on rosters. Go for coffee Lexi."

"Hi Tony, nice tie," said the buxom married woman wearing glasses who was Tina's assistant manager.

"You've done a great job Lexi helping to ease in Tina. A bonus is on the way."

She beamed.

Tony walked over to the desk and whispered hoarsely, "When can we have sex?"

"Just a moment while I clear everything off my desk," Tina said coldly, not moving.

"Oh Christ, a thousand apologies. I'm worked up a bit. I've just returned from telling my wife I want a divorce."

"Omigod, how wonderful," Tina said excitedly, jumping up and beginning to clear things off the top of her desk. "Lock the door darling."

"Tina, stop. We would be fools to do it here."

She nodded and pulled her keycard from her handbag.

"Here go to my room. I'll join you in a few minutes."

Tina called Lexi and postponed their meeting for a couple of hours, saying she had a business meeting with Tony.

"Try to nail him Tina. He's totally right for you."

"Thank you for you support. Bye," Tina laughed weakly.

Her door was slight ajar and she went in, closed it and leaned back against it as she gazed at Tony, who looked rather ridiculous dressed only in his suit pants, shoes and socks. She looked down to his belly and touched her breast.

"Omigod what well-defined ads."

"They are nothing compared with my cock when fully erect."

Tina ran to him, whimpering. 

They kissed passionately while both working to removed her top and bra. Tony then undid the back button and zip to drop her skirt. He then swung around Tina, yanked down her panties and sniffed loudly, really sending Tina alight. She kicked away her shoes, skirt and panties that left her just wearing black stay-up stockings. 

"Unbuckle," Tina, red-faced and breathing heavier than normal, ordered.

Tony complied, hands steady and kept eye contact, ignoring her swinging breasts.

As his pants fell Tina pushed him gently on to the sofa and he fell back into a good position. She gave a little cry and climbed over him, lowering her pussy over his mouth and waiting to feel his breath around it and then his first lick before she bent over to attend to his erection.

Tony had experienced a handful of good cocksuckers in his time but nothing like this. He groaned as he licked and fingered pussy half-expecting his cock to explode into fragments under extraordinary tongue flicking and soft hand screwing massage.

With his mouth full of leaking pussy he slapped Tina's ass to warn her he was about to fire. She appeared to get the message but pulled her mouth back only to the knob. 

But she was ahead of him. As Tony felt churning around his balls Tina bucked and she streamed over his mouth without warning, causing him to choke and swallow as he bucked and send streams of cum into Tina's mouth.

She eventually pulled away, mouth leaking semen and grinning. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and still panting said, "We are a messy couple but I must admit that was an unusually large release for me from oral administration.

"Which is of out hotel departments has that as a sub branch?"

She giggled and said, "God you've made a joke, and an original one as well. I believe it's part of maintenance."

He laughed and she looked ever so happy. "God you feel free now that you have committed to divorce, don't you."

"Yeah but I'm only wildly happy to be fucking you."

"Oh I'm glad you use that word darling. Your language had appeared to always be so politically correct. Ever better it is my duty to advise you suck pussy splendidly."

After a doggy fuck and then Tony chewing her ass in the very small shower they dressed, kissed and returned to their respective offices.

Lexi came in for the resumption of the meeting and taking one look at Tina said, "Your hair is wet. I know what you were doing to our boss."

Tina just grinned.

"Sorry to spoil post-coital ecstasy," Lexi said, handing across a memo, "The store stock-take indicates we are short of a 12-bottle case of Chivas Regal Scotch."

"Oh fuck," Tina wailed.

"That I leave to you," Lexi grinned. "You are our resident expert."

Tina rolled her eyes and apologized for using the F-word.

"It's okay. It's like being at home."

CHAPTER 3

When the divorce was granted, Iona had returned home eight months earlier and Tina, now pregnant, was living in the house with Tony. They were dovetailed in beautifully and he was ever so happy, in love at last.

Tony was doing the prerequisite papers before applying for renewal of his license to practice as an attorney but when Tina asked him why, he hedged the reply, saying it seemed to be a waste of an education to allow it to lapse completed and she agreed.

Tina and Tony's parents were getting along fine and usually dined out as a foursome every four weeks or so and they met again for an occasional cook-out with the kids who were studying diligently, Tina particularly so, having gained permission to cram her four-year study course into two years. She was handling the assignments and study packs almost with ease and so had not problem being approved for accelerated learning.

They were both cruising, as if waiting for something to happen.

And it did.

One day Concetta invited Tina and Tony to the country club, where she and her husband were members.

Concetta had booked a private room off the dinning room and Tina wondered about that. Tony poured the wine after taking the bottle from the waitress and his mother said, "Although you two are not married there are provisions for stable partners to be admitted her for membership. Robert and I have gained provisional approval for you two to become members. What do you think?"

Tina looked at Tony and he said, "Thanks mom. That will be good for the hotel and for me when I restart my law career fulltime."

Concetta beamed but Tina said, looking rather rattled, "Then you are planning to return to law?"

Tony smiled apologetically and looked at his mother.

"Blame me for Tony keeping his mouth shut about that darling and it's part of the reason why we are here today. I asked Tony to say nothing until everything was in place for me to enact my master plan and we are now ready to talk about it with you. You are free of course to accept or reject it or to negotiate amendments."

"I don't like the sound of this Concetta and I certainly don't like you keeping secrets from me Tony when they are matters affecting me."

"Bear with me Tina and then decide what you really think when you'll have all the information. When I poached Tony to be my general manager when construction of the hotel began, I promised Robert that I would borrow him for no longer than four years. Robert reminded me of that the other day because he wants to ensure Tony gains the legal experience to be his worthy successor in Ross & Partners, the law firm founded by Tony's grandfather. Tony and I also want that to happen."

"I think I do too," Tina said. "Traditions are important in the stability of a developed society."

"Well said dear. The first step in my plan was taken in your appointment to your present position. In a week or so I am to add food to your responsibilities. Charles (the executive chef) has accepted the demotion to be your deputy to allow you to gain experience for one year from the date you begin in that extended role, should you accept it."

"Then I am being given the option of saying no?"

"Of course. I said earlier you can accept, reject or negotiate to modify the plan. A year out from now you will be appointed assistant general manager as well as manager of rooms to complete the essentials for your promotion a year after that to replace Tony as hotel general manager."

"For heaven's sake I'm a babe in diapers when it comes to hotel management. Tony has managed coming in cold because he has a great team under him and law and accountancy degrees plus experience as a legal practitioner."

"Yes dear and don't forget a member of that great team you mentioned is yourself. The efficiencies you have already effected have not escaped the attention of the board."

"Oh come on Concetta, what does the board know about me?"

"Concetta muttered, "Oh voi donna stupida." 

"Watch your mouth Concetta. Yes I am a woman but I'm not stupid."




Dream Scape



This story is not typical DG Hear. To be honest with you, I don't know what a typical DG Hear story is. The readers define it to me that way. This story has more sex than usual. It was just a fun write for me. Hope you enjoy it. I want to thank Techsan for his editing prowess. He is definitely one of the best at his craft.

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Chapter 1

I'm just an elderly man in my late fifties who spends a lot of time sitting on my porch and watching the world go by. The world to me is watching all the young fillies jogging, walking and riding their bikes past my house. I live in a pretty active neighborhood. My wife passed on about a year ago and it left me pretty much alone. My only son lives in another state about four hours away.

I'm recently retired from the school system, so I spend most of my days relaxing on the porch and watching the scenery go by. In my younger days I had quite the active sex life. I think of the days gone by and wish I could have many of them over again. I love sex and always have. My wife and I did it less and less in our later years. Her sickness and problems left me wanting and dreaming. So now here I am alone sitting on the porch and getting constant hard-ons as these ladies go by.

Almost all of them wave or say hi to me. I guess I'm kind of a neighborhood staple. If any of them could read my thoughts, they would run the other way. Tight butts, short shorts, no bras - what's a guy to think?

I walk about four days a week in the morning to keep in shape. I cover about three miles, all over the neighborhood. One day as I was taking my morning walk I was struck by lighting, so they say.

All I know is that I saw a flash of light and then I woke up in the hospital. I was either struck or at least knocked down unconscious. A nurse came in as I was waking up. I remember seeing this beautiful pair of boobs rocking back and forth while she worked on me. She had the top couple of buttons undone and I just stared at the Y between her breasts. I don't know why I did it, but I reached up and touched her boobs.

"Easy, Honey, let's keep those hands where they belong," she smiled. I guess she felt I wasn't fully awake and wasn't a threat to her.

"What happened to me?" I asked the good looking older nurse. She was probably in her forties and had a rack that I couldn't stop staring at.

"You men are all alike," she laughed. "You might have been hit by lighting while you were walking this morning. You've been out for a good six hours. Welcome back to the real world," she smiled.

The doctor came in. "Mr. Brown, you took a pretty good bump on the head. Other than that, I don't see any other injuries. Just a few bruises and scratches. I think you will be fine. We would like to keep you overnight tonight and make sure everything is alright. Nurse Abby will take care of you; if you need anything just give her a ring." 

Yeah, I thought to myself. There is something I'd like to give Nurse Abby. She was smiling from behind the good doctor; good thing she couldn't read my thoughts.

Abby said that she contacted my next of kin, which was my son. He and his family would be in to see me the next day. Until then she told me to get plenty of rest. I remember jokingly asking her if I could dream about her. 

She smiled and said, "Go for it, big boy. Tomorrow you can tell me about it," as she covered me up and dimmed the lights.

I did dream about her – boy, did I ever. I didn't think I'd be telling her about it. She came in the next morning and I asked her what she was doing there. She told me I was her patient and she came to check on me and also wanted to hear about that dream if I had one.

"Abby, I did dream about you. I don't think it's something you want to hear."

"Oh, no, you don't. I told you I would let you dream about me but you would have to tell me about it. So let's hear it, Big Boy." She always called me Big Boy. I thought it was kind of funny, because I am a rather big boy if you catch my drift. Maybe she got a look at it while I was out, I thought.

"Abby, it's all sexual and I don't .."

"Out with it, Big Boy. I've heard dirty stories before," she said.

"Well, okay, but stop me when you've heard enough."

I began the story. "I was looking at you lying on your bed at home. I pulled back your covers and I saw your breasts behind a thin nightgown. I gently massaged them and bent over to kiss them. You were awake and held my head against your breasts as I sucked on your nipples. I wanted more so I put my hand on your thigh and you spread your legs for me." I looked up and saw Abby with her mouth open, staring at me.

I went to apologize when Abby said, "For Christ's sake, Ben, continue. I want to hear this."

I felt a bit uneasy; I didn't normally talk to women like this. After all I was a retired teacher. Why was she so interested anyway, I wondered?

I continued, "After you spread your legs I pushed my hand down through your hairy bush and kind of scratched through the hair on your mound. You told me to put my fingers into your... your vagina."

"Did I say vagina or pussy. I need to know?" She asked.

I couldn't believe her interest in my dream. "You said pussy, you told me to put my... my big cock into your pussy and fuck the hell out of you. It was my dream and I did exactly that." I felt slightly embarrassed but she was awed by my story and I didn't know why.

"Was I good?" she asked.

"Your were as far as we went," I replied. You yelled, "Fuck me, Big Boy, fuck me, I'm coming," and then I woke up."

She had to leave the room for a few minutes. Then she returned and leaned over as I stared at her boobs. Damn, she had the nicest set I've seen in a long time.

"Ben, you're staring at my boobs again."

"I can't help it. You're so damn good looking. Can I see your tattoo?" I asked.

"What? How do you know I have tattoo?" She replied.

"I saw it in my dream. If I tell you what it is and where it is, will you show it to me?"

"I don't believe you. You're just making that up. Hell, I could have a tattoo of superman."

"Do you want to take my bet or not? I won't tell you unless you promise to show it to me if I'm right," I smiled.

I know I really got her interest up. Hell, I didn't even know for sure if she had one. I just saw it in my dream.

"Okay, Big Boy, you have to tell me where it is, what it is, and what color it is." She was smiling, almost laughing.

I did like a magic act. "The great Ben Brown sees all. He is staring through Abby's clothes looking for that tattoo. Ben sees it - yes, yes. It's on your left boob."

Abby's mouth flew open. She looked down at her boob to see if it was noticeable. After all I've been staring at her chest since I arrived.

"Okay, Big Boy, so you got lucky. A lot of girls have tattoos on their breasts. So, what is it, and what color is it? If you expect to hit pay dirt."

I was kind of shocked myself. So I went on, "Many women have tattoos on their breasts. But, how many have two dolphins together, especially light blue ones with a black dot for an eye, and a light yellow line separating them."

"My God, Ben, how did you know that? I know you couldn't see it through my clothes. It's too close to my nipple and my bra covers it."

"I don't know, Abby. I really don't. It's what I saw in my dream last night so that was my guess. Do I get to see it now?"

"Ben, I can't just pull my boob out and show it to you. We're in the hospital and I'm your nurse."

"So, you're going to renege on our bet, rather than show me your tattoo? You can pull the curtain; it will only take a few seconds."

"Oh, all right, but you better never tell anybody I did this. I must be insane."

She closed the curtain and undid two buttons on her uniform. I could see her large cotton and silk bra. She reach over and pulled the bra down till I could barely see the tattoo. I reached up and pulled on her bra till her nipple showed and I could see the dolphins just like I had described them. Abby fell forward and I kissed her boob.

"Ben, stop it! You're one nasty man."

"And, you're one beautiful woman," I said.

She hurried up and fix herself back up and pulled back the curtain. About a minute later my son and his wife came through the door. I saw Abby blush, probably wondering what if they were there just two minutes earlier. She excused herself as I began talking to my son and daughter.

"Hi, Dad. What's this I hear about you messing with Mother Nature? If you want a woman you could surely find one who isn't so strong. I guess she knocked you on your ass." He was laughing; he was a lot like me, always kidding.

"I guess I wanted someone as scrappy as Caroline. She's already taken and Mother Nature was the next best thing," I replied. 

Caroline was my son's wife. She was standing there beside him, smiling. She was one of a kind, beautiful, articulate, smart, great mother, housekeeper, cook and about everything else I could think of. I loved her like a daughter. I told Ron that he better treat her right. If they ever had a problem, I would side with her.

"How's it going, dad?" She always called me dad. "Are you okay? You scared us sick. What did the doctors have to say?" She gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"He said I'd have to get better to die. No, everything's fine, a little bump on the head and my arm turned a little red, kind of an instant sunburn. My test all came out fine. I guess I'll be around for a few more years yet to pester you guys. Where's Kitten?" Kitten was my Granddaughter. The sweetest little girl this side of heaven. Her real name was Carla, but she was Kitten to me. I've called her that since the moment she was born. 

"She in the waiting room downstairs. Since she is only eight, they wouldn't let her come up. Besides, you will be checking out in a few minutes and will be seeing her," said Caroline.

Nurse Abby came back in and told them they would have to go to the waiting room. She was going to be getting me ready to check out. As they were leaving to go to the waiting room, Ron glanced over at Abby and kind of whispered in my ear, "Damn, nice rack there, Dad."

Caroline overheard him and smiled as she slapped his arm. Abby acted like she didn't hear anything. 

After they left the room, Abby looked at me and said, "Like father, like son." 

We both had to laugh. I really liked Abby and hoped to maybe see her again.

As I was leaving the hospital, Abby said, "Nice meeting you, Ben. Take care and sweet dreams." I smiled as I got in the car.

When we got to the house, Ron insisted I rest. I laid on the sofa and talked to my granddaughter. Caroline said she and Ron were going to pick up a few groceries since they would be there for a couple of days. Kitten and I just talked. She talked a mile a minute telling me probably every thing she knew. I would just sit back and listen. I often would think of her. I wanted to take her to the park and maybe the zoo. I told her I would come see her in a few weeks and we could go to a museum or somewhere. I felt a little sad that they lived four hours away, but I would manage to see them as often as I could.

When Caroline and Ron got back, they started dinner. I knew it would be something good. Ron said that the next day he would fire up the grill and would throw on a couple of steaks.

We all talked about our life and they told me about their jobs and other things. Of course, Kitten would jump in the middle of the conversation but I didn't mind. Every once in awhile Caroline would tell Kitten to let grandpa talk. I would just smile. Caroline had a way of scolding without hurting you.

I was ready for bed pretty early and told them I was going to hit the hay. They'd been at the house many times and just made themselves at home. After all Ron had lived there for over twenty years. I headed to bed for a good night's sleep. I still kept all three bedrooms as bedrooms in case of company. So everyone had a good place to sleep.

As I was falling asleep I thought about Abby. I was thinking of getting to know her better. I dreamt of her and the things we did. Then I dreamt of Kitten and the places I'd like to take her. I pictured taking her to the play ground the next day and letting her swing.

The next morning I was sitting at the table reading the paper. Caroline was making us pancakes when Kitten came in smiling.

"Grandpa, I had a dream about you last night," she said.

"Well, I had a dream about you too, Kitten. I dreamt I took you to the park today to play on the swings."

"Me too, Grandpa. I had the same dream. You took me on the slide and we went for a walk on the nature trail and found different leaves."

"I dreamt the same thing. Your wore those shoes that light up and we ate lunch out," I said.

"Gosh, Grandpa, we dreamed the same dream. Where did we go for lunch? Let's see if you dreamt the same place?

"Well, actually there were two places. I was driving to McDonald's and you asked me if we could go to the Pizza Palace instead."

"That's right Grandpa! We dreamed the same stuff. Can we go to the park today?"

"Sure, Kitten. I'll take you but we won't be able to eat out. Your dad's going to make us steaks on the grill.

"It's okay, Grandpa, as long as we go to the park," she replied.

Caroline had listened to Kitten and I talk. I know she thought it unusual that we had the same dream too, but I just thought of it as a coincidence. After we ate breakfast and Kitten went to get dressed to go to the park I overheard Caroline talking to Ron in the kitchen.

"Ron, did you hear about Dad and Carla having the same dream? It was so weird. Do you think it is even possible for two people to have the same dream?"

"Oh, Dad was probably just trying to humor Carla. They were talking about all sorts of things yesterday, so I guess it's possible to have similar dreams," Ron answered.

"Not similar, Ron, the same dream. You know those new shoes we bought Carla that light up. Dad mentioned them to Carla and we just bought them last week. Dad's never seen them. Then the restaurant thing where they changed where they were going. Sure sounds weird. Maybe that bump dad got on his head did something to him."

I heard Ron start laughing. "Yeah, Dad gets hit by lightning and now has mystical powers, and what special power does he have? He has the same dream as his granddaughter. Come on, Caroline, it's nothing but coincidence."

"You're probably right but it is kind of weird. Hope he doesn't dream the same as me," said Caroline. "That could be embarrassing."

Ron looked at her and said, "Oh?" before Caroline laughed and slapped him.

It got me to thinking. What if there was truth to what Caroline was saying. What if I did have the same dream as someone else. It was something to think about. I took Kitten to the park and we spent a couple of hours there. I liked being around her. She was always happy and of course loved her grandpa.

We headed for home and could smell the steaks on the grill. It was a beautiful day to be outside. Ron was at the grill and Caroline was sun bathing. She was it a two piece bathing suit. It was blue with little yellow flowers on it. It didn't leave much to the imagination. Caroline had a beautiful body. Nice breasts but not to big. She had a flat tummy where you could actually see her tummy muscles. Her swim suit bottom was about six inches below her belly button. She had an inny belly button that you would love to kiss. Her legs were fantastic. Long and slender with perfect thighs. Damn, if she wasn't my daughter, I would sure have a lot of sexual thoughts about her.

Carla ran up to her and told her what we did at the park. Like a good mother she listened to every word. Carla went to get herself something to drink. Caroline asked Ron if he would rub some suntan lotion on her. He told her his hands were all greasy. Carla came back out and so Caroline asked her to do it.

"I would have done it if you would have asked," I smiled.

"Yeah, I bet you would have," she laughed back.

Dinner was great and it was fun having them visit. They asked me how I was feeling and I told them I was fine. They told me they would be leaving in the morning. I told Kitten I would be over in a few weeks to take her to the zoo. It was just special times we spent together.

After a full day, it was time to go to bed. I was still a little worn out from the fall. It must have taken a lot out of me. I kissed Kitten and Caroline and hugged my son and headed to my bedroom. I was lying there thinking how beautiful Caroline looked sunning herself. I started dreaming that I came out to the patio and Ron and Carla weren't there. Caroline asked me to put the lotion on her. I started with her back and rubbed it down to the crack of her ass. I picked her suit up slightly and slid my hand down over her ass. "Dad," I heard her say. "Don't go there."

I pulled my hand out of her bottoms and she turned over and I began putting lotion on her front. She leaned forward and I unclasped her top and pulled it away. She just closed her eyes as I rubbed lotion over her nice rounded breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. This was my dream and I was totally enjoying it. I slid my hands down to her mid-section and rubbed oil on her tummy. She was moaning lightly as I went lower. I slid my hand into her bottoms, pushing it over her light patch of blond hair. I had to see it; I wanted a better look.

I gently pulled off her bottoms over her legs and saw the light blond hair on her mound. She looked like a goddess. I noticed a tiny little yellow butterfly slightly above her vagina. Even her small swimsuit covered it. I took some more oil and rubbed it down to her opening. I heard her say, "Dad, it feels so good but you shouldn't be doing this to me. You must stop, even though it feels so good. I woke up with a hard on. My God, I shouldn't be dreaming about my daughter-in- law.

I was ready to come so I masturbated for a minute or so and got up and took a piss. I then went and laid back on my bed.

The next morning Caroline looked at me rather uneasy. She still treated me fine but it was like there was something she wanted to ask me. I think Kitten getting up changed her train of thought.

"Morning, Grandpa. Did you dream about me last night?"

"No, Kitten, as a matter of fact I didn't. I dreamt of a little yellow butterfly."

Caroline stared at me. Something must have happened. I wonder if she had the same dream as me.

Kitten spoke and said that her mom has a butterfly tattoo. But, only her and her daddy every saw it. I told her that was nice but quickly changed the conversation. We ate breakfast but Caroline kept fairly quiet. When they were saying goodbye Kitten gave me a kiss. Ron was taking their suitcases out to the car, and Caroline stayed back for a minute.

"Dad, I love you, but I know something has happened to you. You know where that butterfly is, don't you. You stripped me in your dream and rubbed oil on me, didn't you? It's how you saw the butterfly. I had the same dream, Dad."

"I'm sorry, Honey. I would never do anything to hurt you. I didn't have any idea about this till Kitten said the same thing yesterday. You're just so beautiful. I'm sorry."

"Dad, I'm thankful that at least it was you and you stopped when you did. It must be your dreams being transmitted to me someway. The reason I feel it's your dream is because I don't picture me dreaming of having sex with my father as much as I do love you. All I can ask is that you try not dreaming of me."

"I'm sorry, Honey, but you are one beautiful woman and I would never hurt you intentionally in anyway. I want you to know that. I'll do my best not to dream of you."

"I love you, Dad. I'm pleased that you found my body beautiful, but this body belongs to your son." 

She gave me a gentle but firm kiss on the cheek, almost a thank you kiss, and she headed for the car.




Dream Scape



"It happened again, last night," Carol said in a whisper.

"No way."

"Whew," Carol said, brushing the dark hair from her eyes, touched her forehead with the back of her hand. "Very hot."

"In here?" Malyn glanced around. Few people frequented their favorite lounge this early in the afternoon. The room felt a little chilly to her, and wished she'd brought a sweater.

"Not here silly. Last night. Mind-blowing." She worried her drink with the little straw, took a sip.

"Tell me, tell me," Malyn said, leaning closer.

"Sooo intense."

"Okay, okay . . . tell me already, I'm dying here."

"The most incredible sex ever."

"Get to the good parts, dammit. Was he gentle, an animal . . . what?"

"Three orgasms, one right after the other, and he still wasn't through with me."

"Ohhh, my God, the takeover type. Just what you like."

"You know it."

"Who is he? I've got to know."

Carol's blue eyes sparkled. She tilted her head to the side, eyebrows flexed so that the skin crinkled across her forehead like tiny ripples over still water. 

"Wish I knew. In my dreams I never see his face."

She looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear and whispered, "Took me places I've never been. Very oral."

"That's distracting . . . men who talk too much during sex," Malyn said. "I don't mind a few dirty words now and then, but–."

"Oral sex, silly."

"Ohhh."

"He had this little purple knot," Carol said, "right here." The point of a fingernail tapped the tip of an equally pink tongue.

"What's up with that?" 

"Damage from rubbing across the sharp surface of a chipped tooth. Could be surgically fixed, he said . . . hope he doesn't." She smiled and her eyebrows danced.

"Why wish that on the poor guy?"

"Come on!"

"Oh."


Malyn continued after a moment. "Well, you do like that sort of thing . . . so, I'm happy for you."

The overly harsh words shocked her, but they were out before Malyn could stop them. After being forced as a teenager to go down on an uncle, the idea of warm, slimy sperm spirting

into her mouth revolted her.

"I'm really sorry, that you've never been exposed to some good mouth to genital stimulation."


She shook her head. Carol didn't know the truth. "I don't go in for that."

"You'll never get a good man with straight sex."

"I have a good man," Malyn said, "and I don't need to do that."

"Girl, you've never even had a good orgasm," Carol countered. "I don't go down on my lover to feel wanted," she said, "it's a want to please him."

"Brad gets plenty of pleasure from regular sex."

"All men like oral . . . even your Brad. Ask him. Makes them feel really loved, especially when you swallow."

"Ohh, Gawd, Carol, that's gross. Brad's loved and knows it. I don't have to ask."

"Don't know what you're missing," Carol said, and got to her feet. "I have to get." She pulled her short skirt down, brushed out the wrinkles. "You ready?"

Outside, the girls hugged goodbye.

Malyn hailed a cab, and on the ride home pondered her friends whispered parting words.

Screw Carol . . . and her dream lover. What did the bitch know anyway? Some ghost who comes to her in a dream? What's up with that? Sex with Brad is enjoyable just the way it is, and just as soon as this silverware goes into the dishwasher, it's going to be another Friday, sizzle night.

Brad had mixed a couple of drinks, took them to the living room. She followed as he brought out the DVD he'd rented from the video store down the street. After they had watched thirty minutes or so of couples having sex on screen, they'd turn the room into their very own private stage. She glimpsed the video label as Brad slipped it into the machine, it glowed XXX, Going Down Thelma.

After viewing the intro, Malyn knew it was going to be another poorly acted serial, with lots of fake grunting and moaning. The predicable music bumped along with the grind of some actors hairy ass slamming up and down. The woman's mid-aged, shaved pussy clung to the man's cock, in a flurry of skin action.

Malyn gasped. That massive thing would rip me apart.

Fifteen minutes of ohhh's and ahhh's, and bodies writhing on screen, she got from the couch, intent on fixing another drink. She froze, dropped back to the cushioned lounger. The scene changed, and the brunette oozing into the room resembled Carol. Firm, big bust, narrow waist, long slim legs. Man's ultimate fantasy. The woman glided across the floor, abandoned clothes with each step until all she had on was the shaved Vee of her pubic hair. The woman's hips swayed in such a manner that Malyn could only hope to copy.

"Ever wish I was built like that?" she said.

"Huh?"

"You heard me."

A quick, hard knuckle ground into the nerves of Brad's shoulder.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself. Stop lusting over this shitty video and listen."

The male lead sucked a large nipple into his mouth, ravaged the woman's breast, and wet with saliva the totem pole nipple stood erect like a smaller version of when Brad had a


hard-on.

Malyn fingered her C-size breasts through the fabric of the flimsy material, rolled a nipple between thumb and finger. "Would you like it better if I had larger breasts?

"You have gorgeous tits," he said, still staring at the screen. "So, no, never wished that either."

Was Carol correct about men? Has Brad ever wished she would . . . she swirled the ice cubes of her drink, took a final sip of the weakened liquid. 

"I'm going to have another. You want one?"

"Sure," he said, intent upon the screen action, "thanks."

When she returned, Malyn curled next to him. A male lead shoved his tongue into the twitching actress' twat. The Carol-look-alike bucked against him, her mouth a circle of pleasure, perfect teeth bit her bottom lip, eyes scrunched tight. The sounds generated didn't match the intense video action, and that music. Couldn't they find something, not so trashy, more in-tune with love and passion? She wished Brad would put his concentration where her fingers had just been. The actor's talented tongue brought a squeal from the female lead. The actor's large fingers left pinch marks across her ass cheeks.

"Are all men rough during oral?"

"She likes it," Brad said. "See her face."

"Looks like pain."

"Pain and pleasure, the Laurel and Hardy of sex."

"Have you ever wanted to do that?"

"I'd do anything to please you," he said, suddenly studying her. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Don't know . . . something my friend Carol said . . . about missing out." 

The couple on screen switched into a sixty-nine. The camera focused on a close up of the actress' full lips stretched around the thick man-meat, and Malyn thought any second that the actress' face might split. Loud sucking noises rippled through the room with moans male and female blending from the stereo speakers. 

Her own breathing was fast and raspy, the skirt pulled high, one hand worked 

on her soft spot through the fabric of the wet undies. Brad turned to watch.

"You're liking this," he said, his thin lips cocked into a grin. "Need help?"

The actor's tongue flicked around, over and into the woman's softness, the lip shaped folds of her vulva, swollen and bright pink.From the speakers, a woman's muffled scream, the

large cock trapped between the full lips slipped inside another three inches. The actress' eyes popped open, then closed in what Malyn felt, unbelievable ecstacy, and knew without a doubt that the actor just erupted into her waiting mouth. Sure enough, some translucent man-stuff dribble from the woman's lips. What a complete waste, Malyn thought. At that moment, she reached her peak, fingers working rapidly on her pleasure button. She exploded, stifled a groan.

Through half-closed eyes she watched the woman on screen begin a slow, deliberate oral manipulation of her partner's implement, the pink tongue wrapped around the heart shaped 

head, lavished it with the ultimate of kisses. She worked on the purple ejaculating head with lips and tongue, alternating with fast and slow intimacy.

Malyn trembled when the Carol-look-alike took all of him into her mouth, and the searching lips fluttered about the actors abdomen. The throat of the actress constricted, and Malyn shuttered inside at the act of swallowing.

"Thank you," the false Carol whispered, her pink tongue circled the cock head, caught what dribbled down the softening shaft, savored it.

"Ohhhhh," Malyn groaned, sank into the soft couch. "That was intense."

"Indeed," Brad said. "Never saw you masturbate."

Her eyes slitted open.

"Poor boy, you never came."

"You were busy."

"Enjoy what you saw?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"Now, you're horny and want some."

"I'd like what got," Brad said, indicating the large plasma television."


 For a second she recoiled, remembered how hot she became watching, thought, this video had really affected her. If she could retain that attitude . . . Brad's member pushed against his shorts like a mule in heat. If she couldn't take it orally, they could still fuck in the normal manner. 

"I'd try that sixty-nine position with me on top, as long as you tell me when you're going to come."

"Agreed," he said, "but first I'd like to taste you."

Shirt and shorts flew. He never undressed so fast, and knew it was imperative that he take his time with her. Bring her around so that she enjoyed every second. He thought of using his tongue on her every single day, wondering how he could broach the subject without offending her, and tonight she made the decision without coaxing. Nothing he did was going to break this spell.

Skin to skin, Brad was a park statue, his cock bigger than it had ever been, seething against her soft belly. Malyn trembled. Even lying down he loomed over her, bent to 


kiss her eyelids, both temples, little feather caresses over her nose to her saucy little mouth. Her lips pressed back, opened for him, their tongues touched in the gentlest manner. Shy little

animals experimenting for the first time. The kissing grew demanding and he touched her breasts, a finger circled each areola without contacting either nipple. She thrust against him, pushing the breasts he loved so much into his chest. He grabbed both nipples when she wiggled away, holding the stretched flesh, twisting the pink knobs until she moaned. 

Kisses between those ample sized mounds made her squirm. He moved down to the navel, his tongue an organ of desire, groped inside the button's well, across the little mound of her abdomen. He lingered, a hot kiss here, another on the other side. Her stomach contracted with pleasure. Minuscule blond hairs across her belly made love to his lips, the soft flesh a valve that turned up the fire of his need.   

His entire being wanted to rush to the prize, root into her with tongue and lips, but today was important and he wanted her to be at the peak of desire. Brad skipped the heat between her 

legs. Teasing down the inside of one thigh, across the calf, the foot where all the nerve endings resided. The wet warmth of his tongue trailed up the other leg. Malyn's torso heaved like she was being struck with sporadic bolts of electricity, her breath quick, breasts quaking on her chest.

"Please," she said, "don't make me beg."

It was more whimper than words.

Uncontrolled, she writhed on the couch, the perfume of her intoxicating his senses. Brad lost it, his entire mouth engulfed her, lip to lip, hungry, searching, his tongue alternating hard and soft, probing, consuming all she had.

"Ohhhh."

She stiffened.

"Ohhhh, shit, so soonnnn."

Brad's desire worked her softness with slow deliberate manipulations until he felt her relax into the couch. Pressing lips to her electric button, he hummed her favorite tune.

"Ohhh, honey . . . you've exhausted me . . . I don't think I cannn."

His mouth penis nibbled, rubbed along the length of her still hard clit. Slipped into the tangy taste of her, trolling his tongue around the inside of the silken wetness.

"Ummm, I was wrong," she whispered, her fingers caressing his head, pulling him into her sex.

Malyn knew at that moment Brad cared only for her pleasure alone, but that wasn't fair.

"Come up here," she said, "turn around."

She helped him miss her head with his knee.

"There. That's better."


On hands and knees, his log-hard manhood wavered inches from her face, clear, thick liquid seeped from the tiny slit in the pink head. What he was doing felt sooo good. Her hesitant tongue slipped out to meet the head of him. A shutter took hold of her at the pre-come's taste. Malyn thought she heard herself groan, dizziness swept through her like the first time she became inebriated. Her tongue ran down the underside length of him gate-crashing years of defensive posturing. This is someone else, she thought, not me.

Sex-drugged, Malyn kissed the hairy hanging friends, rubbed her nose in the fragrance, suckled one oval into her mouth. She teased the other, felt him tremble, took the length of him unhurriedly to the back of her throat. Brad's searching tongue defined her surrender. For every spark of pleasure received, she urged more from him, the inside of her cheeks against his manhood like a warm, wet pussy milking him.

He lavished her equally.

The vibration rammed through Brad's cock when she moaned, and she felt him stiffen. When he popped out, his disappointed groan filled the room.

"Come with me," she whispered, and locked her arms about his waist, tilted her head to meet his trembling shaft.

With greater urgency he brought her along.

They began to be a single entity.

Her tongue flashed up and down his expanded shaft, tight inside, doing that thing with cheeks and tongue that drove him toward the edge. 

The calves of her legs drew tight, the muscles of her thighs bunched as she pushed to meet those hungry lips massaging her little man-in-the-boat. Malyn clung tight to his waist, quaking, reached a crest, burst, another peak building over the first. Never this many, this strong, held captive by wave after wave of white-hot pleasure.

Normally stable, her mind in shambles ran in glitches. Hanging from my man's waist with his cock in my mouth, wishing it was a filling station. What's up with this? 

"Ummmmm." Her head swayed in abandonment, worked his shaft like a spastic animal.

A slow thrusting of Brad's hips pushed the back of her throat with his thickened tip.

Beyond herself, Malyn's head tilted back unbidden and he slid down past her tonsils, stretched lips groped the base of his penis like a frightened animal. She choked, couldn't breathe, fought it down. Pleasure too good to halt. She felt his beginning, the expansion in her mouth and she stormed to meet him at the precipice. 

Opening his mouth in warning, too late. The first eruption filled her consenting throat. Second and third gushers sprayed Malyn's teeth and tongue. Her breath hung between his 

release and her giant climax. Malyn's throat tugged against the head of his dick as she swallowed, not once, but twice in quick succession. 

Their huge twisting climax shook the very fabric of their beings. Every ounce of gratification absorbed.

They lay completely drained. Her head on his lower abdomen, content, held his softening member like a melting truffle. I was crazy to wait so long, she thought, this is much more than a bit of alright. She gave a final little suck, swished his soft cock around her mouth before allowing him release.


Malyn closed her eyes, the feeling of wanting to keep him trapped until he rehardened, gave her more of the same, evaporated into blissful volition. She sat and stretched, tongue running around her teeth, the taste of him lingered like a sweet tart. She didn't think she'd brush for a week. A hand reached around to caress a breast from behind, a kiss to the small of her back. A smile crossed her lips.

"That was fantastic," he whispered.

"Yesss," she answered, "it was," 

Well, I did it . . . found a perfectly wonderful way to spend a Friday night. This oral thing adds another sweet dimension to sex, and I have my very own live dream lover. 

                The end



Dream Scape



Chapter 2

Wow, I guess I do have a special power of some kind. I started working with it trying to figuring out exactly what I was capable of doing. I didn't let anyone know about it. I just used it. It made me think back about Abby. No wonder she was so interested in my dream. I must have transferred it to her some way. Oh, hell, I dreamt of her again the other day. I wonder if she had that dream too?

To began with, I decided to dream about some of the gals that walked, jogged, and rode their bikes past my house. I found out that if I would think about them before going to sleep, I would dream about them. Just like any dream, I had total control of what I thought. It was funny watching their reactions the next time I saw them after having my way with them in my dream. I'll tell you about a few of the instances. Remember, I had the dream, I controlled the situation and in the morning they remembered the dream just the way I did it. Also, they had no idea that I caused it, and had the same dream. That is why its so cool. Kind of having your cake and eating it too.

Let me began with bubble butt Linda. She was a petite little gal around twenty-five years old. She was one of my smarter students when I taught school. She walks most every evening. Sometimes with a girlfriend and at other times with her husband Erick. She always wore tight short shorts and her little bubble butt was enough to give me a hard-on, watching her walk by every night. She always waved and smiled at me. Her husband, Erick, didn't like me. I gave him an F on a paper and he couldn't play sports for six weeks till he got his grades up.

What an ass Linda has! I couldn't wait to get a piece of it that night. As always, I thought about her and went to sleep. In my dream I had entered her bedroom. She was lying there in bed with Erick. I gently woke her up.

"Mr. Brown, what are you doing here in my bedroom? My God, if Erick wakes up he'll kill you."

"Don't worry, Linda. This is only a dream. Erick won't wake up. I am here to have sex with you. I won't hurt you - just fuck you. You'll go along with me because it's my dream. Now, take off your nightgown and let me see that beautiful little butt."

"Oh, God, Mr. Brown, this is so bad," she said as she removed her nightgown.

"Do you want me to kiss your pussy, or just fuck you, Linda?"

"Hell, it's a dream. Give me the works." I sucked on her tits, until I felt her pussy getting wet and then put my face in her vagina and tasted her juices. She began bucking against my face. I spread her legs and told her to grab hold of my cock and put it in her married pussy."

"God, I'm bad," she kept saying. "Give me that cock, Mr. Brown. Pump that big fucker in me." She glanced over at her husband and said, "Too bad he couldn't see what is happening."

Give me that pussy, Linda. Come on, fuck your teacher," I said.

I pumped in and out of her velvety pussy for several minutes. Then I pulled it out and told her to turn over. I wanted to be feeling that bubble butt while I fucked her. As I held onto her soft round hips, I stuck a finger into her anus. "Next time I take you in my dream, I'm going to slip the head of my cock in here and fuck your beautiful ass," as I poked another finger into her.

"Oh, God, Mr. Brown, I've never had anal sex, so if I'm going to do it, I guess a dream is the way to go."

I felt her orgasm as I pumped into her. God, I was coming myself then and, damn, it felt so real. Then I woke up. I had shot my load all over the bed. Shit, I never thought much about that. Usually I wake up before coming. I guess I wanted Linda's bubble butt so bad that I climaxed. From then on, I had to consider wearing a condom to bed, just to take care of the cum.

I was sitting on the porch looking for victims. In a sense I guess that's what they were. I could see some that I had dreamt about walk by. Most all of them kind of stared at me, smiling and saying hello. Of course they didn't know that I knew about their dreaming about me. I know that the majority of the women had to wonder why they would have a dream about me of all people. I usually didn't dream of the woman more than once. I kind of liked the variety and didn't want to make them two nervous or suspicious in any way.

Linda, my bubble butt girl came by that evening by herself. She actually stopped and talked to me for a couple of minutes. She asked me if I remembered her as being one of my students. I let her know that she was one of my favorite students as well as one of the smartest. 

We talked for a little while about generalities and she mentioned that she walked for exercise and to keep in shape. She was looking at me when I looked down directly at her butt and told her it was working. I saw her eyes take a quick glance at my lap. I know in the back of her mind she was wondering about my size and her dream. She smiled and said she had to keep moving so her behind wouldn't get too big. I told her I thought she looked perfect and as she was leaving I said, "Sweet Dreams." She looked back and kind of bit her bottom lip as she went walking down the street.

I knew I was going to dream of her again that night. There was no question in my mind. Before explaining my dream about her I should explain something else I was able to do. I was able to include a second and even a third person in my dreams. They would react to what I said because I had the control. It was after all my dream. They would remember it the next day as a dream also, but would not know others had the same dream unless they talked to each other about it. Of course I never let them know I had the same dream, even though during the dream I let them know I controlled it.

I laid there on the bed thinking about Linda. It was awesome to have another man's wife and yet no one gets hurt. There's really no cheating involved because the wife really doesn't have any control. My cock was beginning to get hard thinking about Linda's bubble butt. I remembered to put on a condom - even though I felt foolish, it could save a mess later. I fell asleep and entered Linda and Erick's bedroom. They were both fast asleep. I woke up Linda in the dream, in reality of course she was still sleeping. 

"Linda, it's Mr. Brown. Wake up."

"Am I dreaming again? It seems so real. I stopped and talked to you today, do you remember?"

"Yes, Linda, I remember. I told you, 'Sweet dreams,' and yesterday, I told you I would be back to fuck your ass."

"Mr. Brown, I don't think I could do it. It will hurt too much."

"It's a dream Linda. You will only feel pleasure; I'll see to that. Now undress for me, please."

She pulled down the cover and was naked underneath. "I don't know why I did it, but I expected to dream about you again tonight, so I didn't wear a nightgown," she said.

"Linda, I'm going to do something else tonight also. I'm going to wake up Erick and let him watch me fuck you. Don't get nervous. I'll have him frozen in position but able to watch us. He'll just be part of the dream. You should know that tomorrow he'll remember the dream also. You must understand it's only a dream. He will not know that you had the same dream. Whatever you do, never tell him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so. He is just going to have a dream of you fucking me. Mr. Brown, will you remember this dream?"

"I'm not going to answer that question, Linda. It's something for you to always wonder."

I climbed on the bed on the opposite side of Erick. "Erick, wake up. It's show time." 

Again in reality, he was still sleeping, but in his dream he was awake.

"What's going on here? Mr. Brown, what the fuck are you doing in my bed, and to my wife? I can't move. What's happening to me?"

"Nothing, Erick, you're fast asleep and dreaming. I'm going to fuck your wife and you get to watch. Don't get all hung up on morality - it's just a dream. Just be honest with yourself; you've dreamt before about what it would be like to watch someone else fuck Linda, haven't you, Erick? Remember, this is just a dream. No one will ever know but you."

"Yes, of course I have. Every man wonders about his wife fucking someone else. I saw her at a party one time and she thought I was passed out so she let my friend Matt feel her up. It was exciting but I was hoping she would fuck him although I was always afraid of the consequences. You see, I fucked Matt's wife once and I guess I felt it would be like getting even with me. Linda never knew about me fucking Grace. It only happened once. She was a pretty good fuck."

Linda looked over at Erick. "So you did fuck Grace. She told me you did but I didn't believe her. I just wasn't sure so that's why I let Matt finger fuck me. Now you get to watch Mr. Brown plow me with his big cock."

"Okay, guys, enough talking," I said. 

I didn't waste any time on her tits this time. Her pussy was already sopping wet. I pulled out my hard cock and told Linda to put it where she wanted it. She wrapped her fingers around it and guided it to her wet pussy. 

"Rub it against your moist opening, Linda. Let Erick see how much you enjoy it. That's it, rub it harder and harder against your pussy, yes, that's it. Looks good doesn't it, Erick. Look at your wife getting off on another man's cock. God, she's good. Turn over, Linda, I want that bubble butt in my hands. Watch, Erick, watch your wife get fucked. Hey, your cock's getting pretty hard too. Maybe when I'm done, she'll let you have sloppy seconds."

After Linda turned over, I pushed my cock into her wet pussy. She was already coming. I reminded her of what I was going to do to her as I pushed two fingers into her anus. 

"Oh, God, that feels so different," Linda said.

As she was still climaxing, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and put the head of it at her asshole.

"Watch, Erick, watch the head of my cock go into your wife's ass."

I pushed ever so slowly till just the head of my cock kind of popped into her. She was gyrating her ass so hard I actually pushed in another couple of inches. She was making so much noise of lust that Erick shot off on his bed without his cock being touched. I shot my load up her ass and then as usual I woke up, ending the dream. At least the condom caught the contents of my cum. I went and took a piss and laid back down to a restful sleep.

I couldn't wait for Linda and Erick to come walking by. I was out on the porch looking for them but they never showed up. It's fun to watch the people's faces after having them. They don't have a clue that I know about their dreams and I'm sure they are wondering why they dream about me.

Every once in awhile I dream about Abby. I wondered if she was feeling my dreams since I never see her. She was one lady I would like to get to know. Having dream sex with all these different women was fun, but I often wondered how I would compare with the real thing. After all this really was only fantasy sex and of course my partners liked it. I dreamt it that way.

A couple of days passed and I saw Linda walking with Erick.

She looked up at me and bit her bottom lip and yelled out, "Hi, Mr. Brown, beautiful evening tonight. It's such a dreamy night, isn't it?" I knew that was a clue for me but I wasn't biting. I didn't want her to know I knew. I wouldn't dream about her for awhile. I knew that's what she wanted tonight. Then she would know that I had the same dreams. I thought to myself, 'nice try, Linda.'

"Hi, Erick. Hi, Linda. Yes, it is a beautiful night. A perfect evening for a nice walk."

I said hello to Erick first. I wanted to see his reaction. He did say, "Good evening" to me, but it wasn't very friendly. After all, he dreamed I fucked his wife. One thing I found interesting. About two weeks later I noticed Erick and Linda were walking with Matt and Grace. Kind of made me wonder if they were just walking or doing more.

It rained for a couple of nights so my dreaming got a rest. I thought about calling Caroline and asking her if I could take Kitten to the zoo next week. I found myself going to sleep thinking about them. After thinking about Kitten and all the animals my mind switched to Caroline and I was rubbing her body again. I really didn't plan on it but she was in my thoughts. This time she was lying on the bed naked as I felt her body. God, what a beautiful specimen. I leaned over and kissed her breasts and her nipples became hard. I looked down and saw the butterfly. I kissed it and put two fingers into her sex. She was hot and moist. I wasn't thinking when she screamed out, "No."

I suddenly woke up and thought what I had done. Oh God, I was fingering my daughter. I felt bad about it. There were enough other women to dream about. I laid awake for while wondering if I should call her and apologize. I was sitting, having a cup of coffee the next morning when the phone rang.

"Dad, this is Caroline? Did you dream about taking Kitten to the zoo last night?"

"Yes, I did. I wanted to know if I could take her in a couple of weeks."

"She told me she dreamt about the animals, so I figured you thought about her. Dad, did you dream any other dreams last night?"

"I'm sorry, Caroline, I didn't mean to. I stopped as soon as I realized what I was doing."

"You didn't stop soon enough, Dad. I screamed out and woke Ron up. He thought I was having a nightmare. Dad, please try harder to stop. It makes me feel like I'm cheating on Ron and I don't want to feel that way. I was alright until your fingers brought me to an orgasm."

"Okay, Honey, I'll try harder. You know the last thing I want to do is hurt you."

"Believe me, Dad, you didn't hurt me. I can tell you that. It's that I don't want to feel guilty. If I never knew about your gift, it probably wouldn't be as bad, but I do know. I love you, Dad, and I guess, thank you for the nice massage, but stop it," she laughed.

I went out for a walk myself. It was a beautiful morning. I saw a couple of women walking. It was Marcie and Mabel. They were said to be lesbians but I really wasn't sure. They did live together so the rumor was probably true. It of course got me to thinking. They were both heavy set women. Both being quite plump. Marcie was the prettier of the two. I decided to make her my dream lady for that night

I will be the first to admit that I don't know much about lesbians. I guess they do most everything with their mouth and maybe vibrators. As I said, I really don't know. Another thing I found out about my gift, if I may call it that, is that people don't lie in their dreams. They might fantasize but they don't seem to out and out lie. Why lie, after all? It's just their dream.

I put on a condom just in case. I started thinking of Marcie. As I said she was pretty heavy with big breasts and big thighs. I was in her bedroom. She and Mabel slept in separate beds. I found that interesting. Later during her dream she told me that they were both big women and felt more comfortably in their own queen size beds.

I was in her room and down to my briefs. It's usually the way I start my dreams. I uncovered her body. She had on a nightgown with no bra. I guess most women don't wear them to bed. I didn't know if she had on underwear or not. I would know it a few minutes. She looked at me. She looked really scared.

"Mr. Brown, what are you doing here? Please leave at once."

"Marcie, you are dreaming, this isn't real. I can't leave unless you dream me away and I would think that would be impossible. This isn't a nightmare. I'm going to make you feel good. So just relax and enjoy it."

I put my hand on her thigh and began rubbing it. "Please don't hurt me," she said.

"Marcie, why do you think I would hurt you? Have you ever been with a man?" I asked.

This is where I hear a lot of truth. Marcie told me she was molested at a young age and ever since has been afraid of men. She didn't hate men but was just afraid of having sex with them. She did say she always wondered how it would feel but was afraid to try.

"Marcie, this is a perfect dream for you. You will find out what it's like to have sex with a man and at the same time, no guilt since it's only a dream and no one will ever need to know."

I was teasing her thigh more and more. She was nervous but spread her legs further and further apart. I watched her raise her butt and pull her nightgown up higher. She had a big hairy black bush. I took my hand off her thigh and laid it on her bush. I started to apply pressure. She put her hand on mine and pushed down even harder. I told her to raise her legs and move them as far apart as possible. I slid my hand down and gripped her puffy pussy. She was beginning to make sexual noises as I kept squeezing her pussy. All these different pussies. Who ever said they are all the same was wrong.

I squeezed hard and started to feel the moisture coming out of Marcie. I squeezed again and two of my fingers sank right into her hole. I started rubbing her clit with my other hand. She was now moving her ass all over the bed trying to get more fingers into her. "Fuck me, Mr. Brown. Please put your cock in me. I need it now."

I slipped a pillow under her ass and held my cock at her pussy entrance. I told her it was up to her now. She would have to hold it and guide it in. She didn't hesitate. She took hold of my cock and pulled the head into her. "Now fuck me like you promised."

I pumped in and out for all I was worth. It had been a long time since I had a woman that wanted it so bad. When she came she screamed out, but continued to gyrate her ass. I pushed up her nightgown and squeezed her tits together. They were big, and I kept squeezing them but somewhat gently as she had her second orgasm.

"Do me from behind, Mr. Brown, please," she said as she quickly turned over with her big ass in the air. I pushed my cock easily into her sopping wet cunt.

"Fuck me like a dog, Mr. Brown. Pump that cock harder." 

As I pumped hard, I couldn't resist slapping her big ass a couple of times. It started to turn red, and I was about to come. Just as I was coming I jammed my middle finger into her asshole as she came for the third time. Before she could say anything, I woke up.

I wish I could get around that part. Before I hear their comments, I wake up. Maybe it was all for the better. I knew one thing about Marcie. She wasn't just a lesbian. She liked cock. It would be interesting to see if she would go out with any men now. One thing was for sure. She was one hell of a good dream fuck.

The next morning I was walking my usual three miles. I would walk two miles around the city and one mile around the school track. When people walked around the track they all walked at different paces. Mable and Marcie were walking but Marcie was ahead of Mable about a hundred yards. When I entered the track area I was even with Marcie.

"Hi, Mr. Brown. How are you today?

"Oh, I feel great, Marcie. I like walking. It keeps me trim and healthy," I laughed.

"Mr. Brown, I feel I need to say thank you to you for something you did for me. You were always a wonderful teacher and I learned a lot from you."

I knew that was her way of complimenting me for the sex. I've had a few of the women paying similar compliments.

"Marcie, I know I'm an old retired guy, but if there is anything I can do for you, all you have to do is ask." 

She told me thank you and that some day she might take me up on it.

I knew Mable was wondering what we were talking about and hurried to catch up to Marcie. I told both ladies to have a good day and walked on.

I have a lot of these stories I can tell you, but they are all kind of similar. I find a woman, I dream fuck her and, most of the time, that's it. Revenge fucks are always good. These are the goody two shoes type woman. It's a lot of fun to take them and then make sure I see them the next day. In most of these cases I make sure the husband watches. I've actually had a few men stop by and ask me if I knew their wives. I would always tell them the truth, other than the dream fucks.




Dream Scape



Some of these ladies ended up being a lot more friendly to me. Oh, I have a good one to tell you. My best friend, Pete – well, at least a good friend - stops by and we talk about all the women that we see. He doesn't know anything about my gift. I really don't want anyone to know. Caroline, my daughter, is the only one to figure it out so far. I've been doing my best not to dream about her.

Back to Pete: There were about six women walking by at the same time. They came walking by most everyday but never really drew my attention. They did Pete though. 

"Fucking bitch, so fucking stuck up, I'd like to fuck her in the ass one time. She's such a sourpuss, her pussy is probably closed tight."

"Geez, Pete, what the hell was that all about? Apparently you don't like one of those gals."

"The decent looking one in the blue shorts. She's the fucking Mayor's wife. Since he got into office, she thinks her shit don't stink. She really pisses me off," Pete said.

"Okay, Pete, I know you better than that. What's the problem?"

"We dated a few times in high school. She ended up marrying Marco, the Mayor, and now she won't even talk to me. One time, just one time, I'd like to fuck her."

Well, I guess you figured who my next target is. As I mentioned earlier, I can include more then two people in my dreams. I decided to help my buddy out, at least in a dream. I had my dream start with Pete and I in the mayor's living room.

"Where the hell are we?" asked Pete.

"This is a dream, Pete. You are going to get your wish and fuck the mayor's wife. What's her name anyway?"

"Mary's her name. Will I remember this dream tomorrow, Ben?"

"How the hell do I know? You think I have some special insight or something? Quit talking and let's find this gal."

We went into the master bedroom. There was Mary in pajamas. My God, she and her husband slept in separate beds. They had this huge room with two full size beds in it, kind of like a motel. 

I told Pete that we would sit the mayor in a chair and freeze him. He wouldn't be able to get up. It's no crime since it's a dream. I didn't tell Pete that the mayor, his wife and he would all remember this dream tomorrow. We woke up the mayor and sat him in a chair. Since it was a dream, I didn't let him cause any trouble. He would just sat there and watched two men fuck his wife. We then went over to Mary and uncovered her. She woke up and screamed - of course as I have mentioned before, in reality she was sill sleeping but dreaming.

"Oh, my God, what's going on? Pete, what are you doing here at my house, in my bedroom? Then she looked over at Marco sitting there watching her. "What's going on?" she asked.

I spoke, "Mary, Pete wants to fuck you and now so do I. This is of course only a dream and is not really happening. So, since it's a dream, lie back and enjoy it."

Pete crawled up next to a nervous Mary. "You knew I always loved you, didn't you, Mary? I'm going to just make love to you. I don't really know why I'm dreaming this but I saw you today and wanted you."

Pete had unbuttoned Mary's top and reached down and pulled off her pajama bottoms. As he was kissing and feeling her tits, I reached up and inserted two fingers into her very wet pussy. Mary looked over at her husband. "Marco, are you just going to sit there and let these two men take me?"

As I said about dreams, I can do what I want. I had Marco reach into his pajamas and pull out his cock and masturbate while watching us.

Mary said to hell with Marco and told Pete to have has way with her. She even said to him she would fuck his friend, which of course was me. Pete took his cock out and put it against Mary's lips, asking her to suck it in front of Marco. She opened her mouth wide as Pete inserted his cock into her mouth. I decided to fuck her. Why should I have sloppy seconds? After all it was my dream. I pulled my cock out and inserted it into her very wet pussy. She was sucking Pete and gyrating her ass for me.  

I pulled out of her pussy and let Pete at her. It was what he wanted and I was providing it for him. I did take my slimy cock and walked over to the mayor who was still jacking off. "Suck your wife's pussy juices off of this for me," I demanded.

He opened his mouth and I pushed my cock into it. Now I'm not gay but I have had my cock sucked off by guys a few times, mostly at parties and dares in my much younger days. I could never picture myself blowing a guy but did love receiving the blowjobs from others. I looked over at Pete and he had Mary turned over and was fucking her from behind. She was loving it and watching her husband suck my cock. I shot my load into his mouth and woke up.

Dammit, always waking up. I was hoping Pete got off his jollies.

Chapter 3

I had just got up the next day and was making coffee when someone was beating on my door. It was Pete. I let him in and asked what he was doing over so early? He told me he needed to talk to me. He told me that I would never believe what happened.

"Okay, Pete, what happened?" I asked.

"I had a dream last night and you were in it," he said.

"So, what's the big deal that you had a dream, and why the hell are you dreaming of me?" I laughed.

"It's not like that, Ben. I never had a dream like this before. I just had to tell someone. It was about you, me, that woman Mary we saw yesterday and Marco the Mayor," replied Pete.

This was going to be good. I was ready to listen to Pete's version. He had no idea I was behind it and never would. "Okay, Pete, let's hear this dream."

Pete told it pretty much like it was. He did give himself more credit for being in charge and more macho than he was. He carried on about how Mary begged him for more. When he told me about having Marco suck me off, I kind of cringed. He told me he was sorry but that's what he dreamt. He couldn't get over how real it felt. I laughed when he told me he would like to have her again.

"Pete, it's a fucking dream. Have her anytime you want. Hell, you can fuck anyone in your dreams," I said.

We agreed to go out for lunch later. We would eat out every few days. I remember the last thing he said before he left. "Ben, I sure wish she could have had that dream too."

I smiled to myself and said, "She did my friend, she did."

Later in the day we headed over to the restaurant. I picked this one in particular because I knew the City Council met there at lunch time and discussed business. I figured the Mayor might show up and his wife, Mary, was always around for the limelight. 

We were almost done eating when Mary and a couple of her friends came through the door. Pete accidentally dropped his fork when he saw her. Not far behind were the Council members and the Mayor. They went into a side private room which was set up for them. The wives sat out in the main part of the restaurant. My buddy Pete was lost for words. He kind of made me laugh. 

"Pete, she doesn't know about your dream. Take it easy." 

It wasn't two minutes later when Mary approached our table. 

"Pete Patterson, it's been so long since we have seen each other. It's so nice to see you again." 

I knew Pete was confused but I figured that Mary must be thinking about the dream. Of course Pete wouldn't have known that.

"Hi, Mary. It's so nice to see you again. It's been awhile since we've talked. You're still one of the nicest girls I've ever met," replied Pete. 

I thought, 'What a crock of shit. Just yesterday he called her every name in the book. One dream does a mind change.' 

Pete introduced me and Mary greeted me with a, "Nice to meet you," and a smile. 

I should have said, "Nice to meet you too, Mary, and you are a good fuck," but I knew better. Pete still had strong feelings for her, even though she was the Mayor's wife.

They talked small talk and then Mary excused herself and went back to her table, all the time smiling at Pete.

"What brought that on, Pete? I thought she hated you?"

Pete replied, "I don't know, Ben, but I know you can tell I still kind of like her, especially after my dream."

I want to skip ahead and tell you this. Pete and Mary have been seeing each other on the side, since the dream. Apparently, the mayor prefers young men. Mary doesn't love him and eventually she and Pete got together.

Life went on day by day and Abby was my main source of entertainment. I had to get back and see her one day. Could you fall in love with a person if you dreamt about them often enough, I wondered?

The following week I went to my son's place. I had promised to take Kitten to the zoo. When I got there Caroline answered the door. "Hi, Dad. How have you been? 

"Staying out of trouble, I hope. I'm trying hard. Is Kitten ready to go to the zoo?" I asked.

"That's all she talked about. 'Grandpa's coming to take me to the zoo.' I'll be glad when you two finally get going. She's been driving me crazy," Caroline smiled.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, you're here." Kitten was all smiles as she came into the room.

I was going to be there a couple of days and took Kitten to the zoo. We had a great time. I loved visiting with the family. The next afternoon Ron had to work. Kitten, Caroline and I went out on the patio to relax. I was reading the paper and Kitten had just put lotion on Caroline who was sunning herself as she usually did in the afternoon. It was kind of her time of the day to relax. Kitten was getting bored and asked to go a couple of houses down to visit one of her friends. Caroline told her when to be home and away she went to her friends house. I was relaxed and still reading the paper. Caroline must have dozed off. 

I was watching her, looking at her body. I was fully awake and figured I would day dream as I watched Caroline. I was thinking how nice it would be to be rubbing lotion on her without the bathing suit top on. Then I pictured pulling her bottoms off. I wasn't worried because I was fully awake and she was dozing. I was rubbing her muff and inserted two fingers. She was pumping against them. Since I was awake I thought I would do my worst thought. I was thinking of me without my briefs on and inserting my cock head into her when all of a sudden I looked over at Caroline as she woke up and said "Daddy, no, you fucked me."

I was at a total loss. I wasn't sleeping, I was awake. Caroline looked at me from across the patio. 

"Dad, you promised. Why did you do it?" She was almost crying.

"Caroline, I'm so sorry. I was awake, I'll admit to thinking about it, but I was awake. God, it must work on all my dreams as long as the person I'm thinking about is sleeping. I don't know what to say. I was awake, dammit."

"Okay, Dad, we'll live though it. Now you know more about your gift. Dad, we'll get over it. I felt you rubbing me and could have stopped you earlier. I'm partly to blame. I guess I was too far gone to stop you; I'm sorry too, Dad. Just learn to control it. Find a girlfriend and have some real sex instead of dreaming about me." She gave me a hug to let me know everything was alright.

I did my best to control my dreams after that. That night after Ron and Kitten went to bed, Caroline came up to me to ask me a favor.

"Dad, this gift of yours. Have you tried to use it for something other than sex?"

"No, I don't think so. What do you have in mind?"

"Carla is having problems in math. She's been getting all C's. I know she can do better but her attention span seems limited. Since we know that your awake dreams work too, could you think about Carla and read her math at the same time. Maybe it will implant the dream somehow into her subconscious mind."

"I could give it a try. I think I could handle fourth grade math. Hand me that math book and let's try."

I read all her latest assignments and work books. I spend two hours going over all the math questions. It was enough for me as I headed to bed. The next day Kitten came running in the house. "Mommy, mommy, guess what? I got an A on the math test. I got every answer right."

Caroline told her how proud she was of her and smiled over at me. I actually had a tear in my eye. It felt good. I knew I was back on Caroline's good side and at the same time helped Kitten. The next night we did the same thing with spelling words. Before going to bed she misspelled most of them. She was really down in the dumps knowing she had a spelling test the next day. After my dream tutoring, she woke up in the morning and spelled them all correctly. Of course she came home smiling, with an A+ sticker on her blouse.

I had to leave for home. I said goodbye to my son and hugged little Kitten. I told her to study harder, she could do it. She just needed to apply herself. Caroline kissed me on the cheek the same as always. "Thanks for everything, Dad, and I do mean everything."

I knew what she meant. The sex was good and felt good. She didn't feel it to be proper was all. She was right, but look what came from it; I discovered a new way to help my granddaughter.

In the days that followed everything was back to normal. I dreamed about a few of the walkers but it was becoming pretty much the same thing over and over. Just a different face on the body. So I pretty much went with grudge fucks. The wives of men who didn't care for me. I always thought about Abby at least three times a week. Damn, I was falling in love with a dream girl.

I received a phone call from the hospital. I was asked to come the next day to the clinic. I asked what it was about since it was almost six months since the accident. I was told they would talk to me when I got there.

I showed up on time at the clinic. The receptionist asked if she could help me. I told her who I was and who my doctor was. "Oh, he's on vacation, Nurse Abby set up this appointment. Please come with me."

Abby set this up. I was both happy and nervous. I followed her into an office. I sat down and wondered what this was all about. Abby came into the room as pretty as ever.

"Hi, Ben. I made this appointment; I needed to see you and wanted to make sure you would come. Ben, I know about your gift or illness, or whatever you want to call it."

"I'm so sorry, Abby...."

"Please, Ben, let me explain. I'm not scolding you. I just want to explain it to you. When I first met you and you told me about your dream, I had the exact same dream. I thought it odd and started reading medical journals about different dream diseases or whatever I could find on the subject. Every couple of days I was having dreams about you. I then realized that it was your dreams, not mine."

"Abby, please let me explain."

'No need to explain, Ben. I found out what it is you have. It's called 'DreamScape' and is very rare. Only about one in ten million people have it and a lot of them don't know it. I don't know if you knew or not, or even how much you know. Basically, whatever you dream you can put in the mind of others. You don't even have to be sleeping. You just have to be thinking about somebody who is. Now, here is where it gets personal. You've been dreaming of me at least three times a week for the last six months."

"It's because I care for you, Abby. I wanted to come and see you but just didn't do it. I guess it was because of the dream thing and I was a little reluctant to face you. You're the only woman I dreamt of that often. I really wanted to get to know you better. Why didn't you call me and tell me about the dreams when they happened? I wasn't exactly sure what was happening till now." 

I didn't want her to know that I knew everything, especially after she found all this medical evidence.

"I know you care for me, Ben. You started out just pretty much having sex with me. Then, you started making love to me. I mean love, Ben. You started kissing me, saying how you loved me. You even kissed and massaged my feet in your dreams. You started making total love to me, Ben." 

She continued, "That's when I realized I might care for you too. I waited every night hoping you would think of me and make love to me. I didn't call you because I was going through a horrible divorce. It finally ended last month. My husband wanted a twenty-five year old bimbo. He said I was too old and no longer exciting. He's a nut case. The bimbo just wants his money. Anyway it's over now and I needed to see you. To see if we really have any chance together. All I know is the dream scape Ben. I want to get to know Ben, the real person. Is there a chance here, Ben?"

This was what I was hoping for. I asked her if she had lunch yet? I thought it would give us a chance to learn more about each other. We headed out to a nice quiet restaurant and spent the next two hours over lunch and coffee talking about our life and families. I believed I truly cared for Abby. I sure dreamt of her enough times. We continued talking about ourselves and our families. I told her about my son, Ron, and his wife, but of course not the dreams about them. I was smiling when I told her about Kitten. Abby told me she had a married daughter and a son away at college. They sided with her when they found out about their dad and his girlfriend.

"Where do we go from here, Ben?" she asked.

"How about a real date this Saturday? Dinner and maybe a movie and if everything works out right, maybe you can come over to my place for a nightcap," I replied.

"It's fine with me. I've waited six months to have the real live Ben," she smiled.

"Abby, what if the real live Ben isn't as good as the dream Ben? What then?"

"We'll cross that bridge if we ever come to it. Personally, I don't think it will be a problem. Secondly, I have something for you. I thought you might be worried about that, since it's your dreams. I had the doctor give me two prescriptions for you."

She handed me two pill bottles. One was Viagra and the other sleeping pills. She was smiling when she handed them to me.

"Abby, I don't get it. Aren't they kind of counter-productive. One to stay harder longer and the other to put me to sleep?" I asked.

She answered me; "First of all, you only take them when and if you need them. The Viagra is for when we are together, but again, only if you feel you need them. The sleeping pills are for when we are apart."

She was almost laughing. "Ben for some ungodly reason, you wake up to soon when you dream about me. I figure the sleeping pills might keep you under just a little longer till we finish making love."

We had three days before our official date. I gave her a gentle kiss before leaving the parking lot. She smiled at me and said, "Ben, don't dream about me for the next couple of days. I'll wait for the real thing."

I was sitting on my porch thinking about Abby and hoped it would all work out for us. I guess I would find out more Saturday. The next evening I was watching the joggers go by when the Morgan twins went by. This is the first time I saw them in years. They are beautiful, both are models and dating lawyers. They had on jogging shorts that clung to their asses, and sports bras through which you could see the outline of their nipples. I knew I was going to have to have one more dream before my date with Abby. The Morgan twins would feel Ben Brown that night. Just before going to bed I took one of the sleeping pills. I would need it if I were going to take on these two vixens.

The dream with the twins was great. It was the first time and probably the only that I would make it with twins. As good as it was, it was Abby that I thought about, all day long. I was just hoping she wasn't taking a nap somewhere.

Epilog:

My date with Abby was fantastic. Everything went perfect. I didn't need the Viagra pill until after my second climax. After Abby and I rested I had one of the pills in my hand. She looked at me and smiled as I gulped it down, and we started all over again.

Abby and I are dating now. There is a future for us but we aren't pushing it. We're letting love take it's course and it is moving along great. I have dreams of very few women other than Abby when she's not with me. It's funny when I think about it. She knows every time I dream about her. So she told me it better be pretty regular. I always take a sleeping pill when I dream about her now. It still doesn't beat the real thing which we do at least once a week.




Dream Scape



After spending one of the nights at the house she sat on the porch with me the next morning. She watched as all the walkers and joggers went by. I heard her talking to herself kind of in a almost a whisper. "Yes, no, yes, yes, hope not, for sure , maybe," she kept saying.

"Abby, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Sitting here figuring out which ones you have probably dreamed about. I figure the ones that wave to you are all yeses; the ones that completely stare the other way are probably yeses also. The rest are guesses. Will you tell me if I'm right?"

"Hell, no! You're my woman now. You're the one I dream about now. These women are my past. You're my present and my future," I said.

Right then, the Morgan twins jogged by. "You better never..." Abby smiled.

I looked back at her and said, "Too late," as Abby smiled and slapped me.

I did ask Abby that how long does this illness or gift last? She told me the article said, "Indefinitely" to me that could mean forever.

After Abby left, I was sitting on the porch and remembered I was suppose to read about James Madison, the fourth president. Kitten was suppose to give a speech on him. Shit, I forgot all about it. 

I called Caroline to apologize but before I could say anything she said, "Dad, Carla got an A+ on her speech."

"Caroline, I forgot to read about James Madison. I had company and it completely slipped my mind. Kitten got that A+ totally on her own. Please tell her how proud I am of her."

"Was your company Abby, Dad? Every time you call you mention her. Is this a serious thing between you two?"

"Yes, it was, and yes, it is. Didn't you notice I haven't slipped up and rubbed you as often?" Every now and then I caught myself massaging her but never going too far.

"Yes, Dad, I've noticed, and I wouldn't care if you slipped up once in awhile. I've become accustomed to it and rather like it, but never go past my butterfly."

I was laughing. God, she was a sweet gal. I'd do anything for her. After all she was my daughter.

"Stop laughing, Dad. I mean it - never past my butterfly."

"Sweetheart, Caroline, I wouldn't dream of it," I laughed.

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments welcome.

DG Hear



Dream Sequence



Foreword: I once mentioned in the ASSD newsgroup that many of my story ideas come to me in dreams. I keep a pad and pen on my nightstand, and jot down my dreams in the middle of the night. In the morning, I review my nocturnal notes, and find that some ideas can be worked into usable plots while others are little more than useless rants. Well, this is the weirdest one yet. So enjoy! Or not. Whatever...

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He was standing in the cavernous warehouse with the other job applicants. The supervisor led him through the maze of rooms, and past stacks and stacks of goods on high steel shelves. He didn't get the job, however. So he had to figure out how to sneak his home stereo system off his desk and get it back home so that the other employees wouldn't think he was stealing it from the store. 

He walked outside to the small parking area but no one was there, and not a vehicle in sight. He walked out of the lot onto the road that ran along the edge of the cliff in both directions. However, the road to the west ended in a cuddle-sac. And the road to the right ended at a washed out bridge far below. There was no way to leave!

He stood there waiting, when a bus drove by and stopped. He got on, but the driver was sleeping in the back. He got in the driver's seat, and drove off. 

He stopped the bus in town and walked up to a tiny rustic cottage just off the street. Inside, sunlight filtered in through the thatched roof onto the face of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She ran in panic into an elevator on the far wall and the door closed after her. He ran up and got in the next elevator and pressed the UP button. 

The elevator went a long way up. He watched floor after floor pass through chain link door. After what seemed like hours, the elevator finally stopped. The door opened onto a city street. Stepping outside, the elevator was framed in a large plain concrete building along a gritty urban sidewalk. The girl was running down the street as fast as she could run. 

He ran after her and came to a pier. A huge ship was docked there, but there was no gangplank. He climbed up the side of the ship until he reached the deck. The girl ran down some stairs to the deck below. 

He went to his stateroom and went to sleep. The next morning, the girl was nowhere on the ship. He climbed back down the side of the ship into the street. He chased her through streets walled by faceless concrete buildings. 

He came to a wooded area and found a large redwood tree with an arch in the side. Inside the arch was a landing of a spiral staircase carved in the center of the tree that led both up and down. He went down, around and around, and came to another landing of the staircase. He exited the landing and stepped out onto an open grassy field. 

Off in the distance, the girl ran into the glass-lined lobby of a large office building. She disappeared into another elevator. He got in another elevator and pressed the UP button again. After another interminably long elevator ride, the elevator opened into a stark gray underground passageway. He heard her footsteps in the distance and ran after her. 

Another man was there and he asked the other man how to get to the surface. He said the shortest way was down that side corridor a short way and then up the stairs to the surface. He ran down the side corridor, but spinning fan blades and loud grinding machines filled the entire width and height of the corridor. He was terrified to try and pass through the machinery. He went back and took a different corridor. He felt like he was running through molasses as his legs struggled to make headway. After running this way and that, he corridor exited out onto a city sidewalk again. 

The girl was standing there. He caught her by surprise. He grabbed her tightly and leapt into the air. He flew off with her flapping his arms to lift himself and the girl higher and higher into the sky. He flew among tall buildings, searching for his building and his apartment.

He spotted it in amongst the forest of hi-rise buildings, and let himself glide down to land on his balcony. 

Holding the girl tightly, he brought her inside and pressed her gently down to the carpeted floor. He quickly pulled her clothes off. Then he removed his clothes and mounted her. He thrust his hard throbbing cock in and out, in and out of her pussy. After a moment, he felt spasm after spasm of joyous relief. 

He finished in the nick of time as a distant sound, "BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!" grew louder and louder in his mind and the girl slowly vaporized in his arms. 

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Dream Sequence



What a dream I had, while taking a nap today...

We stood face-to-face in the kitchen. I think we were having an argument, raised voices but I can't remember what was being said. Suddenly you were spinning me around, twisting my arms up behind me. I struggled to regain my balance, to get free, but you had the strength advantage. You forced me over to the counter, pushed me up against it, held me there with the weight of your body. With one hand, you grasped my wrists, making sure they remained trapped between our bodies, then reached up with the other one to grab my ponytail and yank my head to the side. I trembled beneath you as you nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

"No more fighting," you murmured against my exposed skin, your tongue tracing along the vein throbbing there. I wriggled desperately, trying to free myself, but you had me well and truly pinned. I tried pushing you back with one foot, but you just laughed, entangling my legs with your own.

"Let me go," I ground out, still angry about the fight. You just laughed.

"I don't think so, can't let you think it's okay to fight with me. I make the rules here." You bared your teeth, dragging them up the length of my neck before dropping to just above my shoulder and biting hard, leaving twin red crescents that swiftly expanded across the edges with purple bruises. I gasped with the flash of pain. You ground your erection against me, holding me tight as I tried to pull myself up, away, across the counter top.

"Don't you dare..." my voice trailed off, quavery with fear, and perhaps a touch of... anticipation?

"Don't dare what?" you licked my neck again, this time letting your tongue wander up to my jaw line, then brought your mouth to my ear, nibbling on the lobe. I gasped.

"Please stop... I don't wanna do this right now." There was less conviction in my voice now, though. My resolve was wavering, and I was forgetting what the fight was about in the first place.

You bit my neck again, in the same place, but harder. Blood welled up slowly and trickled out of the punctures. Carefully you ran your tongue over the wound, your arousal building with every coppery drop. You dropped your free hand to trail down my side, cupping my breast momentarily before trailing lightly across the dampened crotch of my jeans. Under the fear I was trying to hide, and the protestations I was clinging to like a shield, there was the rich evidence of my own arousal, growing stronger with every lick of your tongue.

"Turning you on am I?"

I let out a frustrated squeal, wondering when I had let you get the upper hand in this situation. I was supposed to be mad at you, not leaning into you and moaning lightly. Almost against my will I found my hips twitching, lightly grinding my ass against the impressive bulge in your jeans. You released my arms, and they fell bonelessly to my sides. You reached around to undo my jeans, then slipped your thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down to my knees. I put up one final protest, struggling weakly as you unzipped your own pants.

"No, please..."

You stopped for a moment, but I still hadn't called you by name, which meant I was into it. Sure there was the possibility that I was just too angry to remember how to put a stop to things when I really wasn't into it, but you doubted that highly. You pushed your pants down and then grabbed my hips, rubbing your swollen cock down the crevice of my ass and brought it to rest at the dripping centre of my desire. You brought your hand back down and slid a finger into me as you used another to tease my clit. I moaned, a deep sound of pleasure. You slipped your other arm around my waist, pulling me against you, and slid a hand under my shirt to cup one pert breast, tweaking the nipple while you kept up your assault on my clit. You felt me growing even wetter, my breathing more rapid, your hands bringing me to a new plateau of arousal.

"Good girl," you murmured into my neck before nipping at my earlobe again. "You're gonna like this."

You leaned me back over the counter, grabbed my hips and angled me just right - then plunged fully into me in one swift thrust. I screamed, my eyes nearly crossing at the sensation. He could have come on the spot, but he grit his teeth and held back. You groaned, reveling in the feel of me. You reached around to flick my clit once more, eliciting a shudder. You leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

"Oh, yeah, that's good, eh baby?" you taunted me, starting a slow and steady rhythm. You nipped at my neck again, sucking and licking in time with your thrusts. You could feel the pressure building -- you weren't going to last much longer in my wet heat, and you were bound and determined to make me come before you did.

You pulled away and then flipped me on my back. I lay before you, pale, shaking, sweaty - utterly delicious. You pushed my knees back, realized the jeans were in the way, and stripped them off me. Once again I tried to scramble free, but you just crawled on top of me, grinning at my struggles. You grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head and used your free hand to rip my shirt open, buttons popping everywhere. Another yank had my bra off, exposing me fully to you. I squirmed and thrashed, trying to worm away from the pleasure. You leaned in and captured one nipple in your mouth, flicking over it with your tongue, sucking hard as you slid your other hand back between my legs, fingers delving into my slick centre. I sobbed out a passionate moan, as my body responded to your ministrations. You kept it up, and my hips rose to meet your thrusting fingers. You brought your fingers up to my mouth, made me lick them clean, then positioned yourself between my legs and pushed into me slowly. After taking a moment to steady yourself, you picked up the rhythm, driving into me at a furious pace. You were on the brink, could tell I was too, and you viciously bit into my neck again. I let out a low wail, internal muscles clenching around you, as you felt yourself going over the edge as well. You came hard, moving slower to draw out the orgasm, expanding it to mind-bending proportions.

"So, we were fighting about?" You remained poised above me, testing the waters. I gave you a glassy eyed, confused stare, blinking a bit. Letting out your breath slowly, laying across my body for a moment, head resting between my breasts, you grin. I reach down to run my fingers lightly through your hair.

"Fine, you win."