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My dream fantasy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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*** Dream Lover -- by R.J. Elliot
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The loud clicking of her high heels on the flight of wooden steps signaled
Rosemarie's arrival home from work. As she ascended the steps her imagination
preceeded her into the apartment where her bofriend, Joe, was waiting for her.
Once inside she found Joe holding a present wrapped in shiny paper with a
large bow. Excitedly, she unwrapped the box and discovered it contained a new
pair of black stockings, black garter belt, and a pair of black patent leather
pumps. The sexual charge of emotion that these items were meant to spark surged
through her body and rested between her legs, where her pussy began to moisten.
She kissed him wetly on the lips and pressed her body against his, grinding the
mouth of her incresingly damp twat against his thigh.
"Let me try them on for you right now," she said as she headed for the
bedroom, which she noticed for the first time was uncharacteristically closed.
"Not in the bedroom," he said, quickly blocking her path. "Use the
bathroom."
The mysterious but lustful gleam in his eye excited her further, and she
entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and drawing a deep breathe
to steady the slight trembling in her knees. She knew something special,
something different, something sexually charged was waiting for her in that
bedroom, and it was exciting her, as the now noticable dampness between her legs
attested.
As she undressed, peeling off not only her clothes, but, the routine
dullness of her day, and dressed in her presents, the tight silkiness of the
stockings and garter belt transported her to an existence totally opposite. Sex
for her was not just a physical act, but, a transformation of identitiy, a
temporary avenue of escape from reality. As she completed her appearance by
stepping into the glossy pumps, she viewed herself in the full length mirror on
the door and smiled withg satisfaction. She knew she looked exactly the way
that Joe wanted her to, and with quickening breath and heartbeat, her fingers
found her hairy crack and slid between the thick pussy lips that clung to them
as if they were being kissed.
Stepping out of the bathroom and standing before Joe, he kissed her and
replaced his fingers where hers had just been. As he continued with his kiss,
his fingers gently rubbed up and down her wet crack, pausing at the top to nudge
her clitoris and disappearing at the bottom into her tight hole. She could feel
his now-hardened cock pressing against her and she wanted it in her pussy, but,
Joe ended the kiss and led her by the hand to the bedroom door. She closed her
eyes as he opened it and led her inside.
When she opened them she was confronted by a man and a woman she had never
seen before. They were both naked. The man, handsome and strong, with his cock
hard and a sly smile on his face. The woman was pretty. Long, thick black hair
cascaded down her shoulders, matching perfectly the thick patch of black hair
that covered her pussy. Her breasts were not large, but firm and pointed with
hard, pink nipples dotting the tips. She was identically dressed in black
stockings, garter belt and patent leather pumps, and had an air of raw sexuality
that drew her even more than the man did.
Still leading her by the hand, Joe stood her directly in front of the two
and let her go, stepping back to watch. They both ran their hands over her
body at the same time, feeling and squeezing her breasts, gently pinching her
taut nipples, sliding down her stomach and back to run their fingers through
the crack of her pussy. She began to feel weak from the mounting passion in her
pussy and wanted to turn around to look at Joe, but, she knew somehow that she
wasn't supposed to. As if in slow motion, she could feel herself being laid on
her back upon the bed.
It was the girl who was kneeling between Rosemarie's legs, spreading her
sticky cunt lips and rubbing the bud of her clit with her thumb. Her hips began
to involuntarily pump up and down at the pleasurable contact, and when the girl
lowered her face into her increasingly juicy crack and replaced her thumb with
her tongue, Rosemarie's pumping became frantic. Her moaing was loud and erratic
as the girl lapped at open, vulnerable crack and had to hold on tig ht to keep
from getting dislodged from the hairy meal by Rosemarie's thrashing about.
The uncontrolled excitment that Rosemarie was feeling was not just the
physical, fabulous feeling of the expertly probing tongue now buried deep in
her hole, but also from the fact that it was a girl's tongue. She had many
times fantasized about having her twat eaten by another girl, and now it was
happening. As her pussy juice began to run down the insides of her thighs,
Rosemarie lifted her head and sought out Joe's eyes as he stood watching. They
were fileld with lustful approval and an almost animal desire as he now stroked
his rock-hard cock. More moans escaped her as she viewed the sight of his hand
wrapped around and pumping the thick boner she had sucked on somany times.
Her head dropped back down on the pillow as she simultaneously lifted her
legs in the air, spreading them in a wide V to accomadate the girls' lapping
tongue. Rosemarie had now given herself completely over to the situation and
was ready to be completely and utterly satisfied.
Now looming directly over her face was the bulging, vein-popping hard-on of
the man she had yet to pay much attention to. His eyes stared down at hers,
seemingly a mile above as his thick dick brushed against her lips for the first
time. She parted them and stuck out the tip of her tongue as if in response to
some silent command. Holding the base of his cock with two fingers to steady
it, he now ran across the full length of her mouth, her tongue wetting it as it
slid back and forth. When ot was covered with her saliva, he lifted the heavy
log from her mouth, and with a slight movement upwards, he replaced it with his
large wrinkled scrotum.
As it hung over her mouth, she flicked her tongue at it and felt his balls
rolling around inside. Slowly, she began to tickle the loose folds of skin,
wetting it and sucking it into her mouth. She wanted his balls inside of her
mouth and as she spread her lips wider and sucked in harder, he was soon
squatting over her face iwth his entire bag and balls enveloped by her lips and
soaking in the hot, wet interior of her mouth. She could barely breath with her
mouthful of scrotum, but she sucked eagerly on his bag and balls as if they
would give her the oxygen.
It was then that the minstrations from the girl's tongue on her dripping,
burning crack caused her cunt to explode in her first wild orgasm.
The force of it propelled her ass up off the bed, crushing her crack against
the girl's face and smearing it with her hot juices. Her screams of release
were barely audible because her mouth was still stuffed with balls. A second
orgasm rocked her as he pulled his bat from her greedy grip and a gush of semen
erupted from his ridgid cock. The hot fluid fell in gobs on her lips and chin,
runnning down her neck and onto the sheets.
Her head was spinning in what seemed a blur of time, and feeling as though
her body was too heavy to move, she watched as if in a fog, as the girl's black
stockinged legs straddled her head and positioned her plump, hairy pussy over
her mouth where a cock had just been. The pungent scent of the girl's
lubrication reached Rosemarie's nostrils before the wet meat of her crack
settled on her Rosemarie's lips, and for the first time she tasted and felt a
wet cunt on her face.
Again, this had been something she had always fantasized about, but, never
thought would happen. As she lay still and made her face completely available
for the girl who was now sitting on it, she moved her wet crack up and down the
entire length of her features, from her chin to her forehead, literally washing
her face with hot sticky cum. The moans that escaped Rosemarie's lips, now
muffled by cunt instead of cock, seemed to come from a place deep within her
subconcious that was making itself known to her for the first time. And,
although she was barely able to get her tongue out, she managed to wedge it
firmly into the girl's hole. Feeling its presence, the girl used it as a post
to bounce up and down on, fucking herself with until she climaxed with visible
shudders running through her body while flodding Rosemarie's mouth with cum.
This also triggered another thunderous orgasm in Rosemarie.
Getting up off her face, the girl stood over Rosemarie and looked down at
her cum-covered lips with a smile of having pleased both herself and Rosemarie.
She bent down and with the tip of one finger ran it acros Rosemarie's lips,
covering it with her own cum. She then brought it to her lips and licked it
clean. The whole time Rosemarie was staring straight at the sight of that big
hairy crevice. That juicy, plump twat had just been rubbing itself up and down
on her face. She wanted more of it, but the girl moved out of view.
With the precision of a team that had practised together, the girl and guy
knelt on either side of her, facing her feet. They grabbed one of her legs and
held it in the air, spreading them as far as they would go. Rosemarie then saw
Joe approaching between her outstretched legs. She knew her pussy was wide open
for him to look at, as she saw his eyes taking in her dripping horny crack she
wanted his cock more than she had ever wanted it before.
"Fuck me," she heard herself saying, as if the voice were far away and not
her own, "fuck my crack for me."
Joe answered her request with a confident smile and moved towards her with
his hard cock in his hand. He knelt between her legs and ran a preliminary
finger up the length of her steamy slit, while the other two participants
continued to keep her legs spread. As Joe guided the fat head of his cock into
her hole and slowly began to sink it in, Rosemarie felt her tight cunt walls
stretch and surround the intruding shaft of pulsing meat. She loved the feel of
a strong hard cock sliding into her more thasn anything else she could think of,
and when Joe's was finally buried in her as far as it would go she threw her
head back and let out a primal moan of pleasure that erased every thought or
feeling from her body.
All she was aware of now was the consistent pumpming of Joe's cock in her
pussy, churning up more hot juices that covered his dick and ran downthe cheeks
of her ass. She wanted him to fuck her forever, to keep fucking her and making
her cum. And as her monumental orgasm approached, she grabbed the sheets,
gritted her teeth and floated away in fantasy, awaiting his forceful load of
cum......
.....As Rosemarie turned the key in the lock and stepped into the apartment,
Joe was watching the ball game in a pair of dirty shorts and a ripped T-shirt
while sucking down a can of beer. As she closed the door behind her he burped
at her as a greeting and crushed the beer can in his fist. She knew it was
going to be just another boring night on the couch in front of the television.
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