I felt my cock become engorged with need, a need so strong I was afraid to touch it lest it breaks. I don’t remember ever being this hard in my life. I stood at the bottom of the bed, looking down at her, the way she slept, open as if waiting for me. In a million years, I wouldn’t touch her, but dream me didn’t suffer from any such hang-ups.
I reached out and touched her warm calf with my fingers; then, my palm cupped the slight curve there before sliding up her firm flesh. I heard the beat of my heart in my ears as my hand traveled up her thigh and found her pussy. Wet, and her scent, it wrapped itself around me, pulling me in until I found myself crawling onto the bed with her.
She didn’t speak, but her eyes were open, looking at me, watching me touch her. Something, some force, made me move forward until my head was over her cunt, my mouth set to devour. I ran my nose along her inner thigh, taking that sweet scent into me. I know that smell; it’s part of me, of who I am. My tongue followed the path of my nose until it came to the crease between hip and thigh.
The fingers of the hand that I’d been using earlier found their way inside her, bringing forth her juices, preparing her body for the roughness of my tongue. I finger fucked her while playing my tongue over her waxed smooth flesh, pushing my long thick fingers into her before drawing them out again, only to repeat the cycle.
My mouth watered for a taste before long, and I pulled my fingers out of her for the last time, settling myself firmly between her widely spread thighs, my shoulders keeping them in place.
My tongue sank in deep, taking her essence on its tip, and she moaned. The sound went through me and straight to my dick which now thumped against the bed, leaking precum like a hose somebody left running. Her taste was indescribable, like drinking from a fresh untapped spring. I must’ve read too much Tennyson because this shit doesn’t even sound like me. Not even awake, let alone in my dreams.
“I want inside you.” No finesse, my usual penchant for foreplay had taken flight, but this was a dream, so what does it matter that my dick wasn’t acting right? Fucker had no chill! I tried giving her more of my tongue because I could already feel how tight she was going to be, but my cock said, ‘fuck that, let’s go.’
I knelt between her thighs as we stared at each other, with my cock in hand stroking, the precum making it a smooth glide back and forth. My cock felt hot and heavy, and the feeling in my chest, as if I’d die if I didn’t fuck her right this second, spurred me on. My eyes fell to her tits, nice round and firm, and I couldn’t resist lowering my head to take one between my lips to suck. In truth, I was trying to find any way to make the beating her tight pussy was about to take more bearable.
One of her hands came up to hold my head in place as if keeping me there as I teased the hardening nipple with my teeth and tongue. Her scent once again enveloped me as her thighs writhed against the mattress beneath, and those sounds, like a wild mare in heat, weren’t about to help her.
I pushed her thighs open wider with my hips and grabbed my cock firmly. All niceties were gone as the need to bury my rod inside her grew too strong. I slammed my cock into her and stopped cold, looking down at her as she flung her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream as my cock finished tearing through the thin membrane that proclaimed her innocence. Something odd went on inside me at that moment, like a dream being separated from reality.
I knew I was asleep, but something was calling on me to wake up, and I struggled to stay there in the moment. My dick, it seems, had taken over from my common sense. “Idiot! Why didn’t you tell me?” I could see the strain on her face as her eyes filled with pain. The pain of having her tight virgin pussy breached by my twelve-inch cock.
She didn’t answer, just shook her head as tears started to fall, but her pussy wasn’t releasing its grip on my meat. I looked down between us at where my cock was buried in her to the hilt. A virgin! Something inside me inside the confines of the dream shifted, and everything I’d ever thought, ever believed about her, crumbled and fell. I brushed the hair back from her face and caught a tear with my thumb.