Sunday was eaten up mostly by the paper. At a few minutes past ten, Ed had a draft of the paper done with eight hours to spare. A perfect time to take a break before revising … and his sister was still asleep. A little more eye candy around the house would be nice, and Audrey would look so hot if few subtle things changed. Or even hotter if he changed two currently subtle things in a not so subtle manner. While he pondered on whether or not it would be a good idea to inflate his sister’s chest to porn star proportions—being hauled off to a government research lab was at the top of the concerns—Audrey had the poor grace to wake up. Instead, he read through his psych text looking for information on dreams for an hour before he went back to work.
The paper was e-mailed to the TA at 1745 hours, Dr. Obradovich’s TA was an even nastier tight ass on deadlines than the Doctor, and from there Ed went straight to family matters. Grandma and the uncles were due for dinner, so he had to dress up and was held hostage straight through to just before eight.
Afterwards, it occurred that when Grandma nodded off at the table, he could have tried to help her out a bit, but he hadn’t thought of it. Research into the nature of dreams later that evening, before Audrey kicked him off the computer, showed him that it took a while for a sleeper to get into a dream state from full wakefulness. Grandma snoozing at the table wouldn’t be long enough. When he woke someone up, he could be locked out for up to an hour. That really sucked.
Bored without the computer, Ed read for a while, took notes, watched part of a movie with is dad and then went to bed. As he cast about for a good dream to watch while waiting for Audrey to go to sleep, he found Kimberly Scott from down the road. Two years older and an early developer, her legs gave a thirteen year old Eddie the first erection that he recognized as such. She wasn’t doing anything all that interesting in her dream, she was just out in the harbour sunning herself on a boat, but it was Kimberly Scott, lying on her back without a bikini on. That in itself was more than interesting enough.
Ed’d seen a naked woman before. He and Megan Summers went a bit further than just dating once right after high school, but Kimberly got it all right. Her legs, somehow more fantastic because she was completely naked, ran up to the soft bubble of her butt. Those rounded Gluteus Maximus Stupendus melded into a slender waist and a smooth, tanned back. Just above the left cheek she had a tattoo of a rose and the name Tony. On the right shoulder was a sailboat.
Last time I scared the hell out of my sister by popping into her dream so let’s play it cool this time No changing the tattoos or anything like that.
As his shadow passed over her, she turned her head and looked at him. She actually smiled, more a smirk really, and then she rolled over revealing everything her tanned and fit body offered.
“Oh hey, Eddie.” The eyes that hooked him on the colour green flashed. “You’re a bit of a surprise, normally I dream of guys with a bit more meat on them.”
That’s when Eddie noticed that he was also naked. And rock hard. The nakedness was easily fixed, the hard-on … he was stuck with the hard-on.
“Oh come on,” she said with a laugh as a pair of shorts appeared on him. “Don’t be shy. I have no idea what sick fantasy brought you up tonight, usually I do Tony on the boat, ‘cuz he owns it I guess, but it’s your lucky night. Too bad you’re not really here to enjoy it.”
She sat up and swung her legs down, pulling his shocked eyes off of her small, but high and firm, bare breasts and to her swinging legs. The legs led up to her thighs and the play of the muscles as s her legs swish-swish-swished left him drooling. She laughed again and spread those thighs to reveal a cleanly shaven pussy.
“This is what I love about dreams. I can be a complete slut in dreams. I don’t have to care what anyone else thinks and can completely let go and do whatever I want. What about you Eddie? You like dreams?
“Say something or you aren’t getting any, Eddie.”
“Uhm, Ed. Hi?”
As she lay back again and began a soft stroking of her mound, Eddie stammered. “Yeah. Dreams. I … Kimberly ….”
“No, I’m Kim. You Eddie.”
“Ed. I’m a bit confused. You’d actually have sex with me?”
“Well, only in here. In dreams I can do whoever I want, even if it’s a bit unusual. They’re the only place a girl can really cut loose. So let’s do it!”
Kimberly bounced up and pressed her slim body into his, and Ed tried to keep up. Megan was no preparation or comparison, and they’d both been sort of drunk at the time. Even though she’d been eager, Megan hadn’t been Kimberly class eager. Maybe she’ll … Megan tried, but … maybe Kimberly’ll go down on me since she’s just dreaming.
“You ever have a girl do this for you before, Eddie?” Kimberly asked, sliding down his body and pushing the shorts down.
“Ed. Once, but she didn’t like it much.”
“Ohhh Eddie’s done a real tramp! I’ll call you Ed if you’ll call me Kim.” The feel of Kimberly’s, Kim’s, lips just about shocked him out of his dream. “I don’t usually do this, even in dreams, but since this is your first visit, I guess it’s all right.”
Can I make her like it? wondered Ed. “How is it?”
“Ok, I guess. Be cooler if your cock was bigger, like in a movie.”
That I can fix. “Uh, Abra Cadabra!” Ed pictured himself with a much larger erection. He felt Kim’s stroking hand squeeze tighter. Her thumb and fingers separated and the tip of his cock rubbed up against her nose.
“How’d you … I just love dreams.” She bent his penis down to her mouth and kissed it again. Then she looked up. “Eddie … This …” She kissed it again, this time near the bottom with her tongue getting into the action, as she worked her way up the shaft.
“How’s that?” She didn’t respond. Her hands gripping his butt, she kissed and licked her way up and down and around him, moaning softly. Finally she reached the head again and slid him into her mouth. Ed was too hard for her to comfortably do much more, including what Ed really wanted, so he fixed that too.
Kimberly shuddered as he slid balls deep in her mouth. Her motions, her moaning, and the rocking of the boat quickly brought him to a boil.
“Kim! Love it! Cumming. Gonna cum.”
She became frantic. At first Ed thought she was trying to pull herself off of him, but then she slammed deep again, sliding herself back and forth. Little cries followed his cock out of her throat when she pulled back and finally he gushed. And gushed.
When it was over, Kim, practically white with spilled cum, lay down on her back and peered upwards with glassy eyes. “That’s what I like about dreams. You never know what to expect.” Slamming bolt upright again, Kim grabbed his softening penis and began to stroke it. “Let’s do that again!”
“Again? Was it that good?”
“God, was it!” she sighed, her eyes rolling up at the memory. “Mmmmm. I nearly came myself.”
“Uhm. I always wondered … how does it taste?”
“Kinda …. I don’t know.” She looked confused, and then she bent over sucked on him a bit more. “But I love the taste of yours. Come on. Get it hard again!”
“Hey! I grew for you, how about you growing for me?”
“What? These?” asked Kimberly, gesturing to a chest as sleek as the rest of her.
“Fair’s fair. You think I can have much fun carrying this thing around?”
“Oh please. Most guys would kill to have one that big. Wouldn’t hurt to see what I look like as a porn star though.” She scrunched up her eyes and concentrated. “Sometimes I can fly in my dreams, but no one really controls dreams. They just happen. No go though.”
“What if I told you that I can control dreams?”
“I’d just be dreaming that you controlled dreams, so no problem.”
“Right. Ok, so let’s see how you look as a porn star.” Kimberly really didn’t need much, especially since her upper torso was almost covered in cum. “Stand up and cup your breasts.”
“Just a second,” Kim said, standing and walking to the side of the boat. “I’m going to take a quick dip. This stuff’s getting kind of gross.”
“Oh. Sorry. It’s gone.”
Kimberly looked down at herself. She was clean. “Neat.” She cupped her small breasts. “Ok, what’s your next trick?”
“Ever wanted to be a stripper?”
“Oh this is cute,” Kimberly said, looking at her fetish sailor costume. Then her breasts began to push into her hands. “Eddie. Stop playing around.”
“Ed. Who’s playing? They’re gonna be great!”
“Great?” She dropped her arms and put her hands on her hips. The swelling boobs pushed the collar way out and displayed her increasing cleavage. “Right now they’re great big. Keep this up and I won’t be able to stand.”
“They’re only C-cups.”
“How’d you know that?”
“Because I want them to be C-cups. There, now they’re Ds. Double or nothing? You’ll love it, honest.”
“Eddie!” She poked a tit with one finger. “Eeep! Eddie …” The softer “Eddie” was ended with a sigh as both hands went back to cupping and then caressing the now large breasts. “Eddieeeee. These are wonderful! You’re right. I do love it! But your idea of how big a Double D should be is a bit off, I think.”
She pressed into him, rubbing her hyper sensitive boobs against his chest and cooing at the sensations produced even through the stretched to near transparency sailor outfit. Their lips met
She kissed me and I didn’t make her do it! Right on!
Kimberly pulled back from nibbling on his lower lip. “This is a dream I’m not forgetting anytime soon. I’ve never felt so … so turned on. You wanted a strip show? You got it! No guarantees I won’t lose it and rape you half way through, though.”
What he got when she climbed up onto the upper deck was more a dance routine than a strip, but that made sense, I guess. Back when I was really crushing on her she was trying to become a cheerleader—
“Oh yeah!” burst from his lips when Kim popped a clasp and her breasts exploded out of her top. They bounced and Kim’s eyes finished the process of glazing over as they jiggled.
“Liked that did you?” She kicked up her glorious right leg to show bald pussy and they shared a moan as her breasts bounced again. “Oh fuck it.”
She dropped back of the deck with more bouncing, jammed her bare boobs into his chest and, while delivering a French kiss, she turned him around and sat him down. “Gotta do this. I gotta,” she gasped out.
Bracing her knees against the side of the deck, she surrounded his cock with tit, lowered her lips to the tip and began to suck him softly while stroking up and down with her new melons. It was a fabulous feeling marred only by the knowledge that it was all in his head and her head.
“We have to do this for real,” he choked out.
“We do,” or something like that vibrated his dick. Not halting the caressing breasts, Kimberly looked up at him with her lust filled and gorgeous green eyes. “N-next time I see you, you are suh-so going to get a date.”
“Ju-just a date?”
“I’m not a c-complete slut in real life, you knu-know.”
Yuh-you make a great ssslut.”
Her eyes lit up. “I do, don’t I? M-maybe it’ll be a short d-date so we can ssstart on the next one ri-right away. Yuh-you know … in real l-life you need some lubricant. And no way could it feel this g-gooooh.”
Her eyes rolled upwards again as her head tilted downwards.
“I am such a slut,” Kim said sometime later as Ed worked his enormous dream cock in and out of her. “Yesssss. Still so horny. I’m, like, high on sex. I’m flying.”
“You like flying?”
“I fucking love it!” Her leg wrapped around him and pulled him in deep. “Give it to me Ed. Take me higher!”
She couldn’t see it, but she felt it. The straps on the recliner stuck to her sweaty back for a moment as she lifted off of them. She gripped tighter.
“Ed?”
He kissed her and began to thrust again. “You want to go on top?”
“Nggh. L-later. Wanna watch… the clouds. I’ll… never forget… this.”
Some time, It could have been minutes or hours, later Kim rode him in a state of happy exhaustion, floating on a cloud, when a foghorn nearly blew Ed’s eardrums out.
“Oh damn. My alarm. Sorry, have to, nnh, Get up.“
“Sleep through it,” Ed said, thrusting into her. His hand gripped the buttock with the rose and Eddie Tattoo.
“Can’t.” She gasped. “If I blow, uh, my sleeping schedule, huh, I’ll never be able to get up Tuesday to, oooh, go to the bank. Besides. It’ll keep buzzing, ahh, until I turn it off. Guh! Go faster! I’ll try to hold. Harder! Don’t wanna stop, mmmh, Being your slut. One more.”
“Bank? You work in a bank? You’re the hottest, wuh, woman in the town. I thought you’d be a mmm-model or something.”
What started as a giggle ended as a groan. “No. Mind you, uh, if these babies, oh, were real, I’d have no problem-mmmm finding work in sss-some types of modelling. Make muh-me cum. Harder! Be your sssslut anywhere.”
“Yeah, those. I better put them back—”
The foghorn sounded again.
“—to normal—Ow—before you wake up.”
Ed looked at his bedroom’s ceiling. “Uh oh.”
His cock, burning with the need for just a few more stokes throbbed mightily. His bed was coated with the result of the dozen or so dreamed orgasms he and Kimberly had enjoyed. And then some—he’d dreamed spraying amazing amounts of cum and that’s what it seemed like he’d gotten. This was going to be hard enough to explain to mom, so one more pool of cum wouldn’t hurt. He grabbed his cock.
His fingers wouldn’t go all the way around.
“Oh man.”
A large garbage bag temporarily solved the sheet problem, but the real solution could only be safely solved after his mother went out. Fortunately his experiences trying to live on his own while going to school, while they bankrupted him, taught him how to use a washing machine. That and how to cook a mean plate of spaghetti.
The next part was getting what dripped through the sheets out of the mattress, or at least conceal it until he could find a way to dream it out. He wound up using some old text books to hold a sheet overtop of mattress and allow airflow. Given the temperature, no one would question the fan airing out the room. They might wonder why it is blowing air out, but Ed could explain that away by pointing out that it was hotter inside the house than out. It didn’t really matter if he cooled the hot air inside with cold air from out or blew the hot air out, created a difference in pressure, and sucked cooler air in as a result. He might get some funny looks from Audrey, but he got those most of the time anyway.
He would have to go to the store to replace baking soda though. Not trying to impress women with excessive virility in the future would be a good idea as well, so first chance he got, he’d have to turn down the output of his new fire hose. Ed mentally added that between “clean bed” and “increase eye candy around the house” to his list of things to do tonight if he could work it into a dream.
The immediate problems out of the way, Ed went to school.
Or rather he made it to the door just before the bell rang. He opened the door and almost passed out. Sandals started the path upwards through a shopping list of perfect parts: Sandals; ankles; perfectly formed calves; firm thighs; a tight pair of shorts; a tight and softly muscular abdomen; fantastically large, firm and round breasts covered by a bikini designed for a much smaller rack; a long neck; full, pink lips; an upturned nose; eyes that almost glowed with a green light; and a deep auburn fire roaring atop her head.
She had been right last night. He’d probably missed D-cups by a couple sizes.
“Hey Eddie,” said the fantastically busty Kimberly Scott. “I had the best dream ever, and I think you know something about it, Mr ‘I can control dreams’.”
“I—” he stammered as Kimberly grinned. “I was going to put them back, honest. It was just going to be a fun dream. I didn’t mean—”
“I did. I meant what I said. I’ll be your slut anytime and anywhere. You want me stacked like this? Cool. It just makes me a better slut, but my friends are gonna have questions. I’m going to have to go to work tomorrow, so, after you screw me out of my mind, you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you.”
“I could just make them smaller again.”
“No way! I like’em like this. I can get off just from playing with them and if that doesn’t make me a complete slut, nothing will.”
“You remembered the dream?”
“Oooooooo! How could I forget? I’ve never woken up feeling so good. I’ve been totally horny all morning. Oh my God,” Eddie didn’t have to track Kim’s eyes to know what she was looking at. “Are your parents home?”
“Mom is. And my bed’s a mess.”
“Giggle! So’s mine. God! I gushed all over everything!” She stopped verbally gushing to pull him into a deep tongue-ful kiss before, “But I have a futon in the spare bedroom!”
“I-I got classes….”
“And I’ve got needs too,” Kimberly hinted while playing with his pant’s zipper. “How about just a quickie? I’ll drive you and we can do it in the car.”
“Uh….”
“Need some convincing, huh?” she asked, dropping to her knees and taking his pants down with her. “Close the door. Don’t want your mom seeing this.”
“Outside?” Ed tried to step back, but Kim grabbed hold of something he didn’t feel like he could live without.
“Inside,” lick, “outside,” lick, “upside down.” Kiss. “I’ll be a slut for you anywhere.”
And that is when Ed realized that he just might not make it to school that day.