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WET DREAMS [ part 1 ]
“As I lay me down to sleep, She finished her prayer as I listened from the doorway. Her long blond hair laid out against her back as her head was bowed over the mattress. Her cute pert ass resting on her laurels while her toes were bent under. I smiled at her while she held her hands together conversing with God. She turned and smiled at me as she rose from her kneeling position. I saw the outline of that pert ass disappear under the looseness of her pajama bottoms. She swung her lengthening legs into bed as I traversed the whole of the room to her bedside. I raised the covers as she slipped into them easier and snuggled in for a good night’s sleep. “Good Night, Daddy,” she said as I turned out the light to her room. I answered her with the same as the door was closed. I walked down the hall to her brother’s room and found him listening to his favorite band while trying to study; like that always works. “’Night, Dad,” Brad said as I waved to him. My wife was already in bed, after taking her Valium for the night. To say that our sex life was sup-par would be the understatement of the millennium. For relief over the past four years, I had to be content with a porn mag in the lavatory. Needless to say, I was severely frustrated, and it was showing in our everyday lives as well. Of course the green facial cream she puts on every night doesn’t help with the romance, either. I clicked out the light on my bedside and slipped between the covers next to Mrs. Martian for my own sleep. I am one of those lucky people that remember most of my dreams. At least I think I am lucky. Some of those dreams do keep me up sometimes. One time a nightmare I had at just after midnight kept me up till dawn. The dream that started that night had me walking down a corridor in an office building. Glass windows lined the walls in between innumerous doorways. I looked to these windows and only saw my reflection staring back at me. I was naked. My cock twitched at the site of my own body. I do have to say, in all modesty, I do have a really nice body for a forty-year-old. I continued down the corridor some and I heard sounds of a lash hitting something and someone crying. As I heard the sounds, I quickened my pace towards the direction of the sounds. When I reached the end of the corridor, a door blocked my path. I tried the handle, and it was locked from the other side. The sounds continued coming from the other side of the door. It sounded as if someone was in some severe pain. I knocked on the door, but got no answer. In real life, I could never do this, but I kicked the door, and it shot into the room. After recovering, I saw what was happening. My daughter, Joanie, was tied to a contraption suspending her from the ceiling of the office room. Brad was standing behind her with a cat-o-nine-tails, raking down her back. Neither one had noticed my entrance, however noisy kicking down the door was. They didn’t see me as I burst in the room, as their backs were to me. I took in the full predicament my daughter was in. Brad had her suspended by a collar around her neck and two cables clipped to it and two eyebolts in the ceiling. Her arms were secured to her side by wrist cuffs that were clipped to straps around her thighs. Another strap pulled her arms to the front of her body by her elbows. Her legs were also cuffed at the ankles and pulled down to the floor and apart by two more cables. Her pretty blond hair hung down her front as her body was sloped and angled away from me and my son. Countless red lines were etched in the skin of her back as Brad had obviously been very busy with his younger sister. Her small pert buttocks were also littered with red lines he had ministered to her. She was bawling her head off and was still in the process of begging her big brother to stop hitting her. “Shut up, Bitch. You deserve this, and more. You’re gonna take it, no matter what.” Brad was screaming back at his sibling. I saw that he was naked as well and his larger buttocks were quivering with excitement as he lashed out another harsh stroke to her back. I ran to my daughter’s rescue and yanked the cat out of his hand. He looked at me as if he were stunned by my presence and reaction. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Brad?” I yelled at him, nose to nose. “Just giving the fucking bitch what she deserves, Dad,” he said calmly. I slapped his face, hard. “Watch your language, boy.” “Watch my language?!” He shouted back at me. “How can you say that after what you just said?” We were totally ignoring my daughter and having an argument about his use of curse words. I guess that’s the stuff dreams are made of. We did argue about that for some time before Joanie made a noise and I turned to her. That was when my cock really responded. I had often fantasized about tying up my wife and giving her the whipping she deserves, but my daughter was another matter. I saw her quivering body hanging there by her neck and ankles, and I wanted her. And I wanted her badly. Brad knew it, too. “Go on, Dad. You know you want to, by the looks of things,” he hissed in my ear. I turned to look at him, and I barely recognized him. His features were still of my son, but they had grown far more cruel. He reached around and stroked my now very erect cock to show me what he was talking about. I looked down at his hand then up to my daughter’s shaking body. With his other hand, he handed me the cat’s handle. With him holding on to my cock, I took the cat and swished it around beside me. Joanie glanced around with some effort and saw what was about to happen to her. “NO! DADDY, PLEASE, DON’T DO IT!” She screamed and all hope was lost in her eyes as I brought the cat down mercilessly across her backside. She screamed again, making my cock stand out even more. Another lash across her wounded back sent her into more fits of agony. Brad began stroking my cock as I continued to rain down lash after lash on my daughter. I nailed her back from her neck to the arch of her butt with several lashes. I turned the cat loose on her perky butt next. The first strike went sideways, wrapping around her young body and stinging her immature sex. A fresh round of screams filled the room while I lined up the next hit. This one landed flush on the firm skin that encased her back globes. The backswing caught her at the same point. I went back and forth across her smooth skin for several full swings of the whip before moving on. Her legs were next to feel the sting of the cat. I made each lash wrap around her thighs one at a time, making both her front and her back sting. Her youthful legs were her second best feature in my opinion and when I was done, not one inch of her was white. Even the soles of her feet were red with welts. My son had been wanking me quite well while I lashed his sister, but it wasn’t enough to cum. Before I knew it, I dropped the whip on the floor and lined my cock up to her virgin quim. Even though she was tired from the whipping we had just given her, she jerked her head up when the tip of my cock made contact with the outside of her pussy. “Oh, God, Daddy, please, not that,” she pleaded. I was too lost in my lust to stop. I grabbed her left hip with my hand. And after steadying her to get the tip just inside her, I grabbed the other hip and shoved my cock inside her with one giant lunge. “AAAAEEEEIIIIII!!!!” Her scream refilled the room. I looked down to see my cock only part way inside and began to feed it to her nine year old pussy. Her virgin blood helped grease the passage, as well as my own precum, but it was still a very tight fit. She continued to squeal and squirm under the duress my cock was putting on her vaginal walls, but she had no choice but to take my rod. With some work and patience on my part, I buried my cock inside my preteen daughter till I felt her cervix and stopped. She whimpered even more when I made contact with that barrier. I backed off and pumped my stalk a few times before thrusting through to her womb. Another scream erupted from her young throat as I was fully imbedded inside her. My pubic hair made a slim wall between our skin as mine made contact with her ailing backside. Now she really felt how much damage had been done to her skin. Another howl escaped her lips. “Yeah, Dad, really give it to the bitch,” my son cheered. I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting on a chair to the side and behind me, stroking his smaller, near-hairless cock. I smirked and went back to work on my daughter. With the barrier between her young womb and vaginal tunnel broken, it was easier to get into a stride and fuck her properly. I held onto her by her arms as my dick took out its frustrations on my little girl. Four years without pussy is a really long time, but I was making up for it here. Joanie was going to make it right for me. I glided in and out of her love tunnel as she was held captive by my son’s bonds. Her blood from the whipping was beginning to smear on my pelvic region, but I was too lost to care. All I wanted was to shoot my load deep in to my preteen offspring. It didn’t take too many strokes to do that, as she was as tight as a bottle top. With one giant thrust of my hips, and pull of my arms on her torso, I sent my seed into her tiny space. Unable to handle it all, most of my semen leaked out on to the floor. As I looked down on the spilling semen, the floor seemed to fade away. I looked to Brad to see if he was seeing what I was, and he had changed. His face had lengthened and his body looked more like what a large snake would look like if it had arms and legs. I woke with a start, finding myself on the bed, lying in a pool of my own semen. I turned to slide out of bed, and the funny thing was that the bed sheets were also wet. I reached into the nightstand and retrieved a handkerchief, thankfully a larger one, and held it over the pool as I made my way to the master bath. I cleaned up and as I turned the light switch out, I heard a scramble outside the door to my bedroom. I opened the door to find no one there. It was after midnight, and Brad was sound asleep. I went to Joanie’s room to find her also asleep, or so I thought. Her snoring was a little too loud to be believable. I quietly walked to her bed and found her rolled on her side, facing away from me and toward the wall. She was also lying on top of the covers. A small wet spot was on the back of her pajamas between her legs. It smelled like semen. I smiled, patted her petite butt and left her room to resume my sleep. I was curious as to what she had in mind for the near future. We’ll see. Final note: this is going to be a series of stories of men with the same experiences. That is to say, dreams of having experiences with their families, children of the neighborhood, and etc. Real life may or may not come into play, but the dreams will be the center of the stories. Also, there will be more than just one main man in the stories, not just the same one. I’ll have to make the distinction somehow. We’ll see how it works out. Please let me know what you think. Shakey Psyche. |