Message-ID: <24518asstr$960286215@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200006060423.WAA50058@skuz.net> From: Thor4u MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} "The Dream" by Thor4u (inc) Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 06:10:15 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw The Dream by Thor4u I am a deep sleep...the kind of deep sleep that only comes from a combination of loneliness, too much red wine, and two nighttime aspirin. I discovered that strange combination of ingredients more than three years ago, desperately trying to fill the void left in my life by my beloved husband's frequent business travel. The loneliness brought the wine, the wine brought the headaches, and the PM aspirin (which contains a very mild sedative) brought relief. But this combination of ingredients also brought something else -- the dream. As the dream starts, I am lying on my back in my bed, completely nude. My athletic body, beautifully toned by almost daily workouts at the gym, belies my 41 years. It is the body of a 25 year-old woman and I'm very proud of it. I'm especially proud of my luscious 38D breasts, which my loving husband, Frank, paid a fortune for. Since my teenage years, I've always had beautiful breasts, and when you have great tits you get used to the admiring looks and nice compliments. (Oh, men don't ever really tell you about your great tits, but the guys at the office will stare at them and tell me how nice I look, or how pretty my new dress is -- that kind of thing.) But as I got into my late 30's, I started noticing that all the young girls, including many who had previously been flat-chested, were now getting boob jobs. So I got one, and it turned out wonderful! My former 36C's were made just a little larger, a little rounder, a little fuller, and viola! I got the boob job four years ago, back when my son Jimmy was just 13 and first starting to sneak peeks at his pretty mother. Ha! I had a lot of fun creating opportunities for that little tiger to catch me partially naked, so he could drool and run off to his room and masturbate! Anyway, as I lie on my back, bathed in the moonlight coming in the bedroom window, I am a vision of loveliness and sexual desire. You know how you sometimes wake up -- especially after you've been drinking -- and you're not exactly sure where you are? That's how this dream starts out. I rise from the deep sleep to a state that I can only describe as half-sleep -- it's like I'm stuck somewhere between being asleep and being awake. I'm still lying in bed and my eyes are still closed, but I seem to be able to see light and shadow in the room, and I sense more than see that they are familiar items in my bedroom a chair, the dresser, the bathroom door, etc. It's as if I'm squinting through my eyelids, afraid to fully open my eyes, and that gives me this surrealistic, dark and hazy view of the room. I don't exactly recognize the room, but I know I am dreaming, I sense that I am in my own bed, and I also sense two other things. One is that there is something unusual about the setting something that doesn't quite fit in, or something out of place. The other sensation is a comforting one I know, deep in my soul, that I am completely safe. But soon, the emotion and energy in the room seems to shift. I get the strangest sensation that I am not alone in the room but that it's okay. For the first several months I had this dream (and I've had it at least once a week for more than three years), that was as far as the dream went. I would get this vague feeling of someone in the room with me, the reassurance that it was okay and I was safe, and then the feeling would recede and I'd drift back into a deep sleep. My dream developed a little more each time I dreamed it. It always started exactly the same way, but as the weeks and months went by, the dream got longer, more defined and clear, and something almost like a script seemed to be followed. It was like when you work on one of those big jigsaw puzzles that take months to assemble and you leave the puzzle on a table to revisit whenever you have time. Every time you come back, the completed portion of the puzzle is still there, although it doesn't make much sense yet, and each time you add a few pieces and the picture hidden in the puzzle gradually takes shape. That's the way this dream evolved. Over a long period of time -- I'd say almost a year -- the picture in the dream tediously revealed itself. The dream came to consume my life, and it still does. The only thing that drags me away from thought of the dream is the return of my husband Frank from his business trips. Then I am too filled with happy thoughts and happy times with Frank to be ruled by the dream. But the moment Frank walks out the door to go on another trip, my thoughts return to the dream. Tonight will be the last night for the dream. Sadly, and yet joyously, it must come to an end. Times are changing, situations are changing, I am changing -- and the inexorable passage of time has finally brought the dream to it's last curtain call, as I always knew it must. Tonight, I will wake up for good. You are going to share my last dream with me, but you are missing the baffling, frustrating, and tantalizing second-by-second evolution of this dream that I lived through. As the dream unfolds, please remember that each little step in the dream actually took weeks to unfold. That slow, tantalizing revealing of the entire dream has been the most sexually exciting series of events in my entire life. And I am a very, very sexual woman and have been since my teenage years. And you are also going to miss the excitement and wonder I felt as I not only watched the dream unfold, but learned that I could influence its direction, contribute to its intensity, and encourage its development into a wonderful, beautiful experience. It's been a wonderful journey. ************ As I drift upwards from my deep sleep, I am vaguely aware of the familiar surroundings of my room. I am naked in my own bed, lying on my back, my voluptuous body fully displayed, with no sheet or bed-clothing covering it. I am displayed that way for him. I feel a presence in the room. I can't see anything or anyone, but I know very well who it is. First I sense that the presence is a person, then that it is a male person, and then that he is moving from my open doorway toward my bed. I sense that he is looking at me -- no, studying me is a better way to describe his look. He is intrigued by my sensuality. I sense that he is moving closer to the bed, and now I get the distinct feeling that this mystery man is tall and thin. I also sense that his interest in me is both romantic and sexual, but that it will manifest itself through raw sexuality. His gaze is so intense, and the dream is so realistic, that I can almost feel his eyes taking in every detail of my beautiful breasts. I shift positions very slowly and carefully; I have learned through long experience that any sudden move will cause him to fade quickly from my presence and the dream to end. As I shift positions, I slowly draw my hand across one of my breasts...very lightly. I find the nipple and caress it gently, moaning softly from the pleasure I experience. He comes closer, and I can almost feel his heartrate and breathing increase as I slowly, deliberately tease my nipple to hardness. I shift positions again as he watches silently. His presence fills the room, blocking out the sensations of the familiar furniture. The feeling is so intense, he seems to be standing right next to my bed now, easily within reach -- but I don't reach out for him, and he makes no attempt to touch me. All of my thoughts are focused on his probing eyes, and the needs of my desperately needy body. I gracefully slide my other hand down to my petite vagina, which by now is glistening with lubricant and tingling in anticipation. I dip one finger in the sweet nectar of my sex, emitting an audible moan as I do. He likes it when I moan! I begin to play my now-slick pussy like a fine violin. Sometimes, I do this for a long time, but not tonight. I have found the power to vary the dream, so I am able to change both the order and duration of various parts of the dream. I have no control over him, but my actions definitely influence his. So tonight, I only tease my eager pussy into dripping anticipation, making sure to arch my back, rotate my hips, and move my tingling sex into various positions which will allow him a clear view of exactly how excited I am. Then, I return to my breast. I was stroking it lightly before, but now I'm getting hot and I'm kneading both breasts with my hands. He is starting to get really hot too, and I can almost hear his breathing getting shallow. I arch my back again, thrusting my breast upward while kneading them in a motion that almost resembles milking them. He knows what that means. He drops to his knees at my bedside and carefully positions his face in such a position that when I move around, my stiff nipple will graze against his extended tongue. I glance off his tongue, and gasp with excitement! The dream is so vivid now that I can almost feel the actual touch of his tongue on my nipple and the coolness of the moisture as I pull away. I play a game of hide and seek with his extended tongue, moving my eager tit from side to side toward the edge of the bed like I'm searching for his mouth. My eyes are still closed, but I know exactly where his drooling mouth is. But I don't go there at first, I tease and search, glancing off his tongue a couple of more times before finally "locating" his thirsty lips. But finally, I find him. Very, very cautiously, he takes my hard nipple in his hot mouth and begins to suck softly. It almost feels real, and it also almost feels like he knows he has to be very gentle or he will wake me up. For years, as this dream has unfolded, I have longed for him to suck my big tits rudely, bite the nipples, and really set me on fire. But that can't happen in a dream. That would end the dream. As he softly sucks my nipple, I am kneading the other tit with one hand, and have returned to gently stroking my dripping pussy with the other. For a very long time, this was where the dream would end. I would bring myself to a roaring climax, his presence would fade from my consciousness, and I would drift back downward into my deep sleep. But I have learned to prolong this delightful dream. As he sucks my breast and I work my pussy, I also begin making sucking actions with my full lips. I'm noisy about it, and there comes a point where he can't stand it any more. Soon, he stops sucking my breast. For a moment, there is nothing except the feeling of touching myself, and vague movement as he adjusts his position beside my bed. Then, very tentatively, I feel the light touch of a cock on my sucking lips. I reach for it with my drooling mouth, but pretend to misjudge. He changes position slightly, I move slightly. And as I do, I slide two fingers into my dripping cunt and moan loudly. He loves it when I moan. Now, still with my eyes closed tightly, I resume my sucking search for his stiff cock. I find it, lightly touching it with my pursed lips, pulling away slightly, and then returning with a little kiss right on the piss hole. The dream is so real at this point that I can feel the heat from his body and I know that he is also naked. I even have the sensation of pre-cum on the tip of his throbbing dick, and I lightly lick it off. Then, I carefully take just the head of his cock in my steaming mouth. Now it's his turn to moan! There was a point in the development of my erotic fantasy that the dream ended here. We would get to this point, he seemed to sense that I was going to wake up and his presence would fade into nothingness and I would drift back into oblivion. But that was long ago. I suck lightly on the head of my dream lover's rigid cock, noting appreciatively that he has a big dick. In my dream, my lover's cock is somewhat longer than my husband Frank's dick, but not quite as thick. [I should tell you that Frank and I got shitfaced at a party one night with a bunch of our friends, and all of the girls actually measured their husband's dicks with a ruler. Frank won with 7 inches, and his cock was also the thickest. So, if my dream lover's cock is longer than Frank's, he must be pretty well hung! But hey, it's my dream! I can have any size dream dick I want, right?] I tease my dream lover's sweet cock for a short while with my magic mouth and tongue. [I've never actually been much of a cocksucker, because Frank always wants to cut right to the chase so I usually only give him a little head as a warm-up. I'm not complaining, by the way. Frank is an absolutely wonderful lover. I just wish sometimes he'd let me give him a complete blow job. I've done it dozens of times in my dreams, actually developing into a delightfully- skilled cocksucker, but I've never actually sucked Frank off all the way in more than 20 years of really satisfying marital sex.] But in my dreams, I am a blow-job artist of the highest rank. And as I sense the urgency growing in my imaginary lover, I decide to just take him to that magic place quickly. (This is the most special of our many dreams together -- our last one -- and I have a full agenda planned!) So I suck him with all the skill of a street whore, and he quickly erupts in my mouth. The feeling is so intense, I can almost sense the overflowing cum running down my cheek as I struggle to swallow as much of his precious nectar as I can. I can actually sense the heat of the cum and feel the ragged panting of my dream lover as he revels in ecstasy from the unexpectedly aggressive blow job. Now we come to the strangest part in the dream. As you might expect, for months THIS was the point where the dream ended. But now, it is the part where it ends and then resumes. I guess my subconscious guided the dream this way because the feelings were so intense at this point that I might wake up and lose the dream. At this point, my dream lover recedes from my consciousness, and I can actually feel his presence fade from my darkened bedroom. I lick the excess cum from my lips and drift back into nothingness. But in a little while (hours, minutes, seconds...who knows?), I drift back upwards to my half-sleep state and the dream resumes. For a few minutes, I am alone in the room. And because my lover may have gotten off, but I haven't, I begin to masturbate. There is no playing around at this point I am frantic for a big orgasm. Sucking my dream lover's big cock has made me incredibly horny, so I jill my happy cunt eagerly. He enters the room a couple of minutes later and finds me lying across the bed, with my ass pointed toward the door. I am face down, with my knees pulled up under my torso. My entire weight is supported by my head on the pillow and my knees on the bed. My butt is up in the air, and both my sopping pussy and my wanton asshole are deliciously displayed to my lover as his presence is first slightly noticed, but then moves closer and permeates the room. As my silent lover looks on admirably, both of my hands are frantically working me to a shattering climax. My left hand thrusts into my slippery cunt like a jackhammer as my right hand eagerly lubricates my throbbing asshole with K-Y Jelly. It is show time! I explode in a tremendous climax as my appreciative lover watches. I can't see him, of course, but I can sense him and I know his big cock is rock-hard and ready to service me. He lets me catch my breath for a moment, but I stay in the same displayed position because I know very well what is coming next. Slowly, and almost clumsily, my dream lover's big cock slides in my well-lubricated vagina. She closes around him, happily squeezing him, and then we both start humping. This is a moment I would change in the dream if I could. I would like this to last longer, but that is just not possible. We fuck like a thundering freight train for only a few brief moments and then explode together in an enormous mutual climax. I shake and shudder and so does my dream lover, but somehow he manages to keep his entire 8 plus inches buried in my trembling cunt. Because this is a dream, my lover recovers instantly. His big cock goes half hard only for a few seconds, and then regains its rigid splendor as he continues to stroke it in and out of my happy pussy. Then, he withdraws and my heart jumps. My dream lover nudges the head of his mighty cock against the pulsating rosebud of my asshole. There is no hesitation by either of us as he slams his big cock into my restless chute. The sensation is so realistic, I can almost feel my sphincter relax as she greets her faithful friend. [I have always wanted Frank to fuck my ass, but he won't. We tried it once, but he's too thick and it was painful. But more important, Frank is a plain-vanilla fucker and he thinks buttfucking is nasty.] I think it's nasty too, but I love it now! That's why I designed my dream lover with a long, but not too thick cock! Hey...it's MY dream! Again, alas, the fucking has to be quick and intense. Again, that is something I would change if I could. My sweet dream pounds my ass mercilessly as I frantically stroke my clit, and again we explode together. It is wonderful, absolutely wonderful! We collapse on the bed and the sensations are so intense, I can almost feel my lover's weight on top of me. We rest and catch our breath. This is the part I hate...the end of the dream. In a few brief moments, my lover's presence will recede and he will fade away, out of my consciousness and I will drift back to my oblivion. But tonight I have a surprise for my dream lover. Tonight there will be no silent parting. Tonight is the end of the dream...the real end...the final ecstatic encounter. It has to be that way; the movement of time dictates that. My life...our lives...move on, whether we want it to or not. We move from place to place on the wheel of life, from stage to stage, from role to role. And, after years of stability and incremental changes, the stages of our lives are rapidly changing now. So tonight there will be no silent parting -- there will be an awakening. Throughout the evolution of my wonderful dream, there were many precious treasures that I had to forgo, because to enjoy them would have woken me up and driven my magical dream lover away. Tonight I'm going to wake up anyway -- because it simply must be -- and that will kill the dream. But I've decided that if the dream has to end, let it end in the middle of one of those pleasures I have denied myself for so long. And what are those, you ask? My God, you have sucked your dream lover's cock like your own husband won't allow, you've fucked him, he's even ravished your slutty ass! It doesn't seem like you've deprived yourself of much. Ah...but I have! I've let him fuck me, sure, but I've never held him in my arms. And when he has taken me, it has always been from behind, never from the front because both he and I were afraid I would awaken. And I've never allowed myself to speak to him, for the same reason. But tonight, I will. If the dream has to end -- and it does -- let it end this way. So as I feel my dream lover start to withdraw his now-flacid rod from my rectum, I allow that. He always does that very slowly and gently, so as not to wake me. Then, he supports his full weight with his arms, like in a pushup position, removing his weight from me very delicately, again to avoid waking me. I usually just lie there quietly, reliving the wonder of the night, but knowing that his next movement will be to gradually fade from my consciousness. But tonight, I move slightly. I shift to the side, and freed of his weight, I roll over on my side. My dream lover is now suspended above me, afraid that any sudden movement will wake me. I sigh slightly, with a blissful smile on my face. He likes it when I sigh. Then, before he can resume his exit, I turn more, squirm more, and he freezes in time and space. I have now rolled partially on my back, and before he has a chance to react to that, I gently place my hand on one of his hips. I sigh again, roll completely onto my back, and move my other hand around his other hip and hold him around the waist. Then I let out a contented "Ummmmmm..." and gently pull him downward. My dream lover is just where I want him now. He has a decision to make. If he lays on top of me, as I am encouraging him to do, I might wake up. And also, given the history of this dream, if he lays on top of me I might try to get him to fuck me again, which also is likely to wake me up. That is EXACTLY what I want him to do. If it has to end, let it end like this. On the other hand, if my dream lover resists and pulls himself away from me, that too might wake me up. Especially if I try harder to pull him down to me (which I will) and he has to pull away more forcefully. That is almost guaranteed to wake me up. As I hoped he would, my dream lover takes the less risky of two dangerous courses. He very gently lowers himself onto me. He's not getting off that easily, and I squirm around until his rapidly hardening cock is at the entrance of my hot pussy, and then I effortlessly take him in me. My dream lover lowers himself onto me even more and begins an extremely gentle grinding motion, tenderly thrusting his big cock further into me. This is the first time ever -- in more than three years of these wonderful dreams -- that my dream lover's muscular chest has pressed against my bulging breasts. Even in a dream, the sensation is incredible! And my dream man is even more excited by the feeling than I am, which absolutely thrills me! I want so much to kiss him and drive my hungry tongue down his throat, but I know that is too dangerous. I settle for a wonderful long, slow, loving fucking the first time we've ever fucked face to unseeing face. We both have a beautiful slow, flowing orgasm perfectly timed, perfectly together. My dream lover, though, continues to support most of his weight with his arms for fear of waking me. I know we will linger in this tranquil position only a few moments and he will once again begin to withdraw from me and fade away. But while he may be uncertain and afraid, I am not. I know what to do next, and I am not afraid to do it. The dream is going to end anyway -- might as well end like this. So, I purr happily, squeeze my arms around his waist and begin to guide him to one side. Again, Dream Lover has a decision to make go with it, or resist and try to leave. Again, he decides to go with it, as I hoped he would. He rolls over on his side, his mighty cock still throbbing in my delighted pussy. But I don't stop there. I roll him over further, cooing and moaning happily as I do. He likes it when I moan. Finally, to his great surprise and my great delight, my dream lover is lying on his back. I am sitting on him, proudly impaled on his stiff shaft. I have my eyes tightly closed, of course, but in my dream, my lover's eyes are wide open! He is transfixed by the sight of my beautiful breasts and he relishes the new and different feeling as my hot pussy engulfs his big dick. And when I begin to hump him slowly, my dream lovers excitement turns to astonishment! This is the magic moment of truth! For more than three years, in my dreams, my wonderful lover has worshiped me with his eyes so lovingly I could almost actually feel it. But now, we have it all! I ride him like a stallion for what seemed like a half hour. Slow, a little faster, slow, a little faster. As my experienced pussy humps his mighty cock, my dream lover's eyes narrow. He has tunnel vision now, focusing only on my bobbing and swaying tits. Of course I know that, so I gyrate in time with my long, deep fuck-strokes, so that my magnificent tits will provide him with a show to remember for eternity. Finally, I get down to the real hard fucking. I am fucking him like a tigress now, flailing around on his stiff shaft and then driving my hungry pussy down on him until every inch of his big cock is buried in me. I drive him hard and fast now sometimes I bend over to let my big tits rub his chest in time with our fucking, and sometimes I arch backwards to deepen his penetration and provide a spectacular tit-flailing show. I am arched as far back as I can and fucking my dream lover as fast and hard as I can when he begins a screaming climax! "ARGHHH!!!! UH! UH! UH! UH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roars in my dream. It is so intense and so real, my magic dream lover's cum jetting into my pussy feels like someone turned a fire hose on! But I'm not done with him yet. As he shakes and shudders to yet another climax, I ride my stallion as hard and fast as I can. Every muscle in my vagina grips his cock and massages it as I pound him, and pound him, and pound him. In reality and in truth, I have never, ever fucked a man like I fuck my dream lover now! My eager pussy fucks him a hundred miles an hour. I challenge him, actually speaking to my dream lover for the first time -- if it has to end, let it end like this. "C'mon big dick! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!" And I frantically fuck him faster and harder than I ever thought possible. He explodes in the orgasm of a lifetime, and as soon as I feel the first lurch and the first blast of cum, I cut loose... "CUMMMMINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!" I moan loudly. He LOVES it when I moan! It feels like every cell of my body explodes in orgasm! I keep fucking him as I collapse onto his chest. I am exhausted and completely spent, but I can't stop humping my dream lover's mighty cock and I can't stop cumming. It feels like I cum for a solid three or four minutes, and I am delighted that his big cock is still hard as a rock. I slow the pace of my humping, but my pussy is still squeezing him and I'm still working him. I know we're done, but I just can't get enough of him. I melt into my dream lover's arms, nuzzle into his tender neck and begin sobbing quietly. And when he hears my sobs, he cries softly as well. We cry for a few minutes as I nuzzle his neck and he strokes my slender back. His big cock is still buried in me and it is still fully rigid. He is so over-fucked it will take his erection a while to go down. Finally, we stop sobbing and we just nuzzle and hug happily. My dream lover is making no exit moves now and neither am I. If it has to end -- let it end like this. And at long last, I know I must be the one to break the spell. I must be the one to speak. It is my dream, only I can end it. I raise up slightly nuzzling up to my dream lover's ear. I am almost overwhelmed with love and ecstasy. I almost can't do it. "Ummmmmmm........" I whisper in his ear. "Ummmmmmm........" he replies happily. "Oh God...you are so fine!" I purr. "You are SO FUCKING FINE, Jimmy. So...fucking...fine..." My voice trails off to an inaudible whisper. ".......mom?" A tiny, terrified voice asks timidly. "Yes, sugar?" I reply. "Mom...are you awake?" The terror is palpable. "Yes, sweetheart...I'm awake." I coo. "Ohmygod! How long have you been awake, Mom?" my now completely-panicked son asks. "Oh, gosh, I don't know. How long has it been?" I tease. "A little over three years, I think!" "But Mom!!! I mean...What...." "Shhh. Shhh. Hush baby...we're both tired...let's just go to sleep.........................." And so...blissfully -- and for the first time, honestly -- we drift off into a wonderful, contented sleep. When we awaken for breakfast, we will awaken to an entirely new world. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+