From Dream to Reality
Mrs. AP pounced me as soon as I walked into the bedroom. I barely had the words “Hello, My Love,” out of my mouth before hers was against mine, soft lips pressing insistently as her tongue dove for my my own. We grabbed each other — more of an assault disguised as a hug — and reveled in each other for a few minutes before she broke the kiss. Breathlessly she whispered “I had best dirty dreams and now I need you.” I was exhausted and nearly ready to pass out, my lower back was in complete agony, but those words stirred my crotch and made me change my mind about sleeping just yet.
We rushed the kids off to school and Mrs. AP locked the door behind her on her way back into the bedroom. In a flash her shirt and thong were on the floor. I gazed up at her from the bed in adoration as her hips swayed ever so slightly, her luscious breasts swaying seductively. I was transfixed as she leaned over and began deliberately stripping my clothes off of me. With some help from me I was soon as naked as her, my cock rising to salute her. As she slid up me to straddle my hips and lean forward to kiss me she teased her nipples against my hips, stomach, and chest. Oh what a tantalizing sensation that is, to feel just the tips brushing against me.
She settled against my cock, sliding her lips along my length, letting me feel her heat and wetness; her dreams had been good indeed! She was dripping already! She shifted slightly and with a rock of her hips grabbed the head of my cock and slowly slid herself down the length of me until her lips were resting against my balls. Gods, she was tight and nearly burning hot and had never felt better. She rose and fell on me slowly, both of us moaning and yearning for more… but in good accordance with doctor’s orders she slid off me to grab a condom and roll it down my cock before mounting me again.
Mrs. AP wasted no time in building up to a hearty rhythm. My hands couldn’t decide whether to hold onto her hips for dear life or onto her gorgeous breasts so I could pinch and tweak her nipples. Every pinch and twist made her moan and rock her hips faster as I thrust up into her to match her tempo. She rose and fell, her breasts bouncing as her face transformed into a mask of lust and pleasure. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back before falling forward with every small orgasm that hit her; each one sent another pulse of heat and wetness down to the base of my throbbing cock. She pushed her chest out and her hips back as her hands grabbed my chest and she switched to fucking me hard and fast, her clit grinding against me as she worked herself into a frenzy. I mauled her breasts, turning my hands into a torturous corset as I crushed them and lifted them while pinching her nipples. She wailed long and hard and sat up, leaning back just a little, as she rocked my cock better than any porno star. My hands dropped to her hips, my head rolled back, my eyes quickly followed, as we moaned and groaned and yelled in unison. Our orgasms hit simultaneously. Her pussy grasped my cock hard, trying to trap me inside her forever as I throbbed and pulsed and filled the end of the condom with what felt like gallons of cum. She milked me with her muscles, her pussy tight as any hand, as we rode the edge of ecstasy together.
She collapsed forward and rolled off me in one fluid motion. We each gasped and panted, trying to find breath that was still circling galaxies far, far away. Our arms struggled to reach and wrap around each other, but find one another we did. She curled onto my chest, our lips meeting for short soft kisses between hard breaths. Her eyes were aglow, her body radiant in post-orgasmic bliss, and nothing in that moment was more important that her love, her beauty, her very being. Nothing more perfect in this universe exists.
As we recovered her hand reached down and worked the condom off my deflating cock, taking special care to tease the edge and to of the still incredibly sensitive head of my cock, which was still hard and throbbing. She giggled as I lay gasping and twitching under her ministrations. She moaned in appreciation of my moans and groans. She chuckled as my breath left me yet again only to come rushing back in sharp, long gasps. And finally, her sadistic streak giving way to contentment, she pulled the condom off me and wrapped it in a tissue to toss in the trash.
Under her orders I rolled onto my stomach as she grabbed the Hitachi and began working it into the muscles in my lower back. She pressed and rolled and rocked it up and down, side to side, and back and forth as the pressure slowly released and the pain gave way, if not to pleasure, at least to functionality. She alternated from the Hitachi to her thumbs on my particularly stubborn, tight knots, working them loose before returning to the Hitachi to help level them out.
Once satisfied with her work she rolled me onto my back again. Kissing me firmly she slid down my body to nestle in between my legs. Once settled she leaned forward and took my cock, semi-hard but still plump, into her hot mouth. I moaned. I gasped. I cried out in the sweet pleasure that comes from the feel of her mouth around me and her tongue cradling my cock. She began bobbing her head, wrapping first one and then both hands around me as I grew harder and firmer. She teased and squeezed and stroked my shaft as her lips worked my head. She took special care to lock her lips behind the flare before pulling back up, stroking my most sensitive spots with a force and vigor I’d not felt from her blowjobs in some time. I was lost in the pleasure, floating in the bliss, and my moans became nearly constant. As the pressure within my cock grew so did the pitch of my groans, and her tempo kept pace to match. She moaned around me, and I realized my hips had taken to the action as well, thrusting up into her mouth to meet her plunging mouth. At one point I grabbed her head, feeling the pressure swell and trying, yearning, struggling to reach release. I fucked her mouth as she moaned around me and I felt the pressure just begin to crest…. and then hold… and hold… and hold. My body shook, every fiber vibrating as I felt the pressure release from everywhere at once… except from my cock. I felt the relaxation wash over me, the pressure ease, and the need back down. In a change from my normal reaction, I had cum without ejaculation and the power of it was unbelievable.
Mrs. AP slowly relinquished her hold on my cock. She crawled up to kiss me. The taste of my precum was sweet on her lips. She smile on her lips was sweeter. She looked like the proverbial cat who had gotten into the cream, despite the fact that no cream shot forth from me. She snuggled against me and I rolled onto my side to wrap my left arm around her. Content, satisfied, and happy we kissed and caressed. We both relaxed, melting into one another. My hand settled against her back, my arm tucked against her breast.
Then she moved my hand. Changing the mood immediately, she pressed by hand against her still wet pussy. Cradling her lips I stroked her downy soft shortly trimmed hair on the edges of her lips. Her hips shifted as she rolled onto her back and her lips parted slightly. The heat rose to kiss my fingers. Slipping one finger between I felt a rush of her juices greeting me. Accepting the invitation I slipped my middle finger inside her, effortlessly sliding in until my knuckles were pressed tightly against her. I curled my finger up against the firm spot of her G-spot. I circled it as her moans rose again, her gasps and bucking hips a reward for my efforts. I pushed and circled faster, slipping in my ring finger to help apply extra pressure. I fucked my fingers up into her as she came hard against me. Her pussy clenched hard around my fingers as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her hips rose, her breasts rose, and her scream broke from silence to exquisite moans as my fucking fingers elicited another orgasm from her.
As she came down from her orgasms I kissed her softly. I was still exhausted. My eyes wanted to close despite the attention I was paying to Mrs. AP’s pleasure. I wanted to drift off to sleep, my fingers still inside her dripping pussy. Then her lips met mine forcefully and my needs changed. I had more to do. My fingers began moving inside her again, stroking forcefully against her G-spot. Strumming her from the inside I pressed into her hard. She gasped, she bucked, and then her back arched as she came even harder than before. Light floods of wetness flowed around my fingers as she struggled to fight off squirting. My fingers worked her relentlessly, daring her to lose her control. She bested me, barely, as her orgasm broke and she collapsed back onto the rock.
My cock had gotten the message of the change of plans as well, and was now rock hard and throbbing against Mrs. AP’s hip. I grabbed another condom and rolled it on as Mrs. AP rolled onto her knees. Kneeling behind her I grabbed her hip with my left hand and my cock with my right as I teased the head of my cock against her entrance before sliding all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion. We rocked against each other for a few strokes, establishing our positioning, before jumping into a breakneck pace. I drove my cock into her hard and fast as her front half collapsed onto the bed. We moaned in time with each other, both loud enough to wake the neighbors. We fucked, raw and primal, lost in the lust. Our hips slammed into each other, my balls slapping her clit hard enough to make any Dom smile. We called out each other’s names as I felt the head of my cock popping in and out of the edge of her pussy. Her pussy clenched onto my cock endlessly as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Feeling the pressure build we somehow moved faster, and in one hard, final thrust I unleashed a long primal growl as my balls emptied inside her once again. Her moan matched mine as her pussy spasmed in the hardest orgasm I’d felt from her yet. I collapsed onto her back, both of us gasping for breath, feeling the rise and fall of her against me.
We untangled ourselves and cleaned up before collapsing into our familiar spots on the bed, curled up around each other, losing ourselves to the deep sleep only hard sex can bring, happy for the change.
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