Feb
13

What dreams are made of!

Filed Under Incest 

A few nights ago I had this dream….quite nice!

It was sometime before noon, or round abouts. Still prettyearly in the day. She called me over to her place to help her
with something, I can’t remember what. Anyways, we got
to talking about this and that, you know just regular bullshit
small talk. And then I caught it. That gleam in her eye….
I was thinking to my self, “Oh yeah, finally”.I had been
trying to get her to let me hit her off for about 4-5 months
now, but she was a little on the cautious side. We had fooled
around a little before, but it stopped at the waist line.
Nevertheless, it left a taste for her in my mind. Anyways,
back to the dream……. Where was I, oh yeah, I noticed
that gleam. So I reached over and traced the outline of her
jaw, up under her chin and rested my index and middle finger
on her lower lip. It was soft and full, and I remembered how
it had felt between my own lips only a few short months before.
Needless to say, the tension was building fast. Slowly
I leaned in and began to lightly touch her lips with the tip
of my tongue, running my hands down the small of her back
ever so gently. She started to giggle, she thought it tickled.
Moving my lips toward the base of her jaw, I began to slowly
caress and nibble at her neck. The moans began to quietly
work their way from her throat. Teasing her a little more,
she started to get aggressive. The next thing I knew, we
were in her room, and I had somehow managed to slip her out
of her skirt. To my surprise, she didn’t have anything on
underneath. I guess she had been expecting me….. I sat
her down on the edge of her bed, and made my way to my knees
in front of her. You should have seen the devilish grin on
her face. I began to ease her thighs apart, and it wasn’t
long before I noticed droplets of her juice making their
way from her parting lips. Her scent was driving me insane.
I laid her back and began to work my magic. Yes, magic. Why,
because I’m DAMN good! There’s nothing I love more than
to make a woman squeal in ecstasy. The feeling of her squirming,
trying to get away, because of the intensity of the orgasm.
It just drives me to work even more feverishly. Anyways,
back to the dream again. As I lay her down, my fingers found
her moist (actually drenched is a better word for it) triangle.
Rubbing my fingers slowly on the inside of her labia, I positioned
my thumb, so that it just barely touched the tip of her clit.
She was already unsettled by now, so after a few more moments
of caress, I went in for the kill! Lowering my mouth to her
mound, I teased the hood around her clit with the tip of my
tongue. Using my lips, I sucked gently at first, but more
forceful after that, her thick juicy lips. From there I
started to probe the tight entrance and soft inner walls
of her “tunnel of love”. Darting and flitting the opening
with my tongue was driving her wild. She was moaning much
too loud by now, and I was afraid the neighbors might hear.
I reached up and touched my finger to her lips to quiet her,
but she took it and feverishly began to suck it. DAMN! This
was getting good. Taking my fingers from her mouth, I slowly
placed them at the entrance to her cunt, and began to work
them in and out. She was hella tight! While she was beginning
to move with the waves of a strong climax, I thrust my lips
down on her clit and began to suck and massage it with a passion.
She began screaming, “ugh, ugh, ugh, oh fuck, oh fuck,
yes yes yes yessss, ohhhhhh, unghhhh! More, more, yes of
yes, suck it , oh my god, oh god ohoh ” (you get the picture).
She was acting like she was having a seizure. Her body was
writhing about with violent ecstasy, and she was hopelessly
trying to pull away from my grip, and the waves of pleasure
that wracked her body. As she finished her second long wave
of orgasm, I pulled her to the floor. I had managed in the
interim to free myself from the constraints of my pants,
and lowered myself onto her. With her legs up in the air,
(over my shoulders) I took the plunge and pounded that pussy
like tomorrow would never cum. (come, cum, hee hee). Working
in and out at a feverish pace that would make the fastest
belly dancer envious, I worked her until she was panting
and what seemed to sound like hyperventilation. She was
squeaking and squealing now. “EEE, EE, EE, Ugh, YES, EEE,
EE, EE” It sounded like she were going to explode, and I made
even the more attempt because of it. After she had hit it
for the third time, I was about ready, so with a few more deep
thrusts, I plunged it all the way to the hilt, and released
every drop. Oh my god, what a fucking rush. Her pulsations
milked every last drop from me. Totally relaxed from the
workout and climax, I lay down next to her and listened to
her labored breathing become slower and deeper, until
it was ever so slight.

And then it ended. Bummer. Anyways, I thought you’d get
a kick out of it, so there it is, in it’s entirety.

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