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Hunger
It was a lucid dream, one in which you know you are dreaming and can direct, to an extent the direction of the events. The male realtor was showing me around the vacation home on the shore, the waves lapping wetly against the breakers just beyond the sandy beach. That's when I realized, in that morning haze of thought, that I lost control of my dream.
As I was guided into the master bedroom, my realtor was replaced by a vivacious female one. She turned from leading me into the room, gave a wry smile, and dropped to her knees in front of me. Deftly, she undid my pants and latched onto my cock in the blink of an eye. A level of lucidity returned as I began to cross that threshold from slumber to twilight wakefulness. It seems so real on my morning wood – the warmth and wetness of that mouth, the texture of that tongue raking the length of me, lingering repeatedly on the base of my tip. It feels so...real...
My eyes flutter open as the sound of the waves transforms into the liquid pleasure rolling down my cock. I see your head, bobbing hungrily with your full lips kissing the length of me as you work to satisfy a need that you had not expressed with words. You sense the movement of my raised head rather than see it. Pausing you proclaim shyly, "I...had to pee, but when I came back, you must have gotten hot and had thrown off the covers. It...you...looked so good, I just wanted to..."
"Shhh, it's OK...I definitely don't mind," as I reach down to stroke your cheek. I slip my hand gently behind your head and press you softly back onto my cock. With renewed enthusiasm, you attack you task at hand as though you are starving for attention. Wanting to watch, I can't manage to keep my eyes open as I am overwhelmed by the intensity of your actions, feeling your tongue swirling around me, pressing firmly along my base, then lightly teasing my tip. You had entered the bed from the side instead of the foot of the bed, allowing me to reach out and grip your thigh, pressing my fingers into your soft flesh in reaction to your movements on my cock.
I slide my hand up your thighs, nesting my fingers between them, only to find that your enjoyment of what you are doing has evoked that sweet nectar from your pussy. I immediately pull my fingers back and thrust them into my mouth. Whether from the taste of your juices or the throbbing of my cock in your mouth, a long low moan resembling a growl slithers from between my clenched lips. Whichever, it signals an intense need for more. My grip on your thigh tightens and I urge you to move in my direction until your knee encounters my shoulder. Not breaking what you are doing for even a moment, you lift your leg and straddle my face. You lower to my face and my tongue parts your lips. Matching the rhythm of your mouth, you arch and curl your back, dragging your clit across my tongue, simulating the pressure you use when stroking your clit yourself.
It is not long before you are so wet that I cannot keep up with the flow, especially when you clench and it pushes more of your juices into my mouth. My cheeks and lips are coated with your honey and it spreads all between your thighs by our movements. You must feel my throbbing increasing in your mouth as you suddenly lift to a sitting position and slide down my chest until your hips are posed over my cock. You surprise me even more as you reach between your legs and, grasping my cock firmly in your fingers, direct me not to your pussy, but probe your ass with my tip. Pulling your feet into a squat, you lower your weight again and again until the tenseness of your opening relaxes and you take me in.
The moment you work me inside until I am fully submerged in your butt, you fall back against my chest, still using your feet to bounce your hips repeatedly on my cock. My hands now free, I cup your boobs, squeezing, kneading them, tweaking your nipples until they are hard and erect. I slip one hand between your thighs and join your fingers already at work on your clit. Our fingers intertwine and between us, your clit is massaged from all sides and on top, pulling back your hood and exposing your sensitive bud to our rubbing.
"Wait..." you moan as you shift your weight and we roll, still connected onto our sides. You bend forward and I hear the side table drawer slide open and I know what you seek. Even as you prop one leg up, spreading your thighs, I hear the buzz of your toy start. You arch your back, driving the cheeks of your butt tight against me and I feel your hips shiver as your press the toy to your already tender clit.
You allow me to take up most of the rhythm so that your movements don't disconnect you from the pulsating vibrations between your legs. You can't suppress your pleasure vocally as you shift the angle of the toy and it glides into your pussy. I can feel it right away, vibrating through the thin membranes that separate it from my cock in your ass. Sometimes you match its thrusts to my own, others alternating them.
Your breathing reaches a fevered pitch. You press hard against me, compressing your firm cheeks into my lap, burying my cock deep in your ass as you lock your toy fully inside you. It's so intense that I cannot tell if the shivers that wrack your body are from your cumming or the vibrations of the toy, but your muscles lock and no further sound emits from you until a quiet hiss of release as several waves of tremors pulsate through your hips. You relax as if dead, unmoving except for the movement of air silently through your lungs. The toy is still inside, intensely maintaining the desired rhythms awaiting its command to stop.
It does not come.