## Archive-name: wet-dreams

From: Jon.Grossberg@f150.n269.z1.fidonet.org (Jon Grossberg)

Subject: 1/2 Wet Dream

Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica

This was written by one of my BBS users. We hope you enjoy it.

J.Kozlowski

Jodi reached over sleeping form beside her and quietly pressed the button on the clock radio next to the bed. She couldn't help smiling to herself as she rolled over on her belly. She closed her eyes against the softness of the pillow in the half light of early morning. She loved this time of early morning. This was a special time of dreams that she could direct. They were dreams where she could let her imagination run free in a state of half awake, half asleep. It was a time when she could see and be and do any- thing she wanted.

As she drifted in her dream, she imagined herself in a hazy room. The white silk of her floor length nightgown was very soft against her skin. Nothing was distinct. The lights were soft, the furniture was soft, the colors were soft and the walls faded in the distance. It was like viewing the world through a photographers soft focus filter. Thru the hazy soft light she could make out two forms approaching her. A little thrill of expectation ran thru her body like a tingle of electricity. She knew where she was taking this dream. It was one of her favorite retreats.

She watched as the hazy forms drew closer. She recognized one of the forms as Paul who, in the real world still lay sleeping quietly beside her. The other form was the face- less, bearded, unidentified man who always inhabited this little part of Jodi's highly erotic imagination. She could see that they wore nothing as they approached her.

Then she imagined their strong hands reaching out to caress her body. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations as strong hands firmly held her and worked gracefully and deliberately at the line of small buttons down the front of her nightgown. Soon it fell away and immediately disappeared in the haze at her feet. One hand cupped a full breast, kneading and lightly playing with the stiffening nipple. A second hand slowly ran down her the sensuous curve of her spine and firmly grasped one well rounded cheek. She responded by giving a lewd little squeeze to the fingers that casually rested well within her crack. A mouth found the little electric spot on her shoulder that connected directly to another spot about four inches below her navel and deep within her. She welcomed the little current that coursed through her body. A third hand massaged her high on the inside of her thigh. Jodi parted her legs a bit to make more room for the exploring hands and fingers as another warm mouth began to nibble on her ear lobe.

Without premeditation, her own hands reached, palms out, and gently grasped a quickening maleness in each. She loved the feel and heft of the soft skin sacks. The little move- ments within each little sack always intrigued and excited her. Her reward was the sound of two sets of masculine lungs inhaling deeply in unison. She encircled one of the harden- ing male members with her long fingers, gently sliding her hand up the length of it and then down again ... a gentle but, firm bite on her neck and an "uuuuuummmmmmmm" in her ear was her answer.

Experimentally, she softly ran her long fingernails up the tender, sensitive underside of the other rapidly hardening cock. It jerked and the casual fingers probing the crack between her cheeks moved lower. They probed deeper and more firmly. She heard a deep throaty groan.

Jodi giggled. She couldn't suppress the giddy thought there might be some kind of a secret code. Maybe, with a little bit of patience and practice, she could decipher it. "If I do this," she mused to herself, " ... he does that." The idea that she might be able to elicit whatever responses she wanted merely by manipulating these two delightfully convenient and pliant male handles appealed to her sense of humor. Single string marionettes! What a concept!

Then the hands began to press her onto a leather covered doctors examining table that had materialized conveniently behind her. Bindings appeared from nowhere and she was first held and then tied in place. Her shoulders were firmly set comfortably against the elevated back of the device. Her wrists were bound to the sides of the table. Her feet were set into the stirrups and fastened securely. Jodi offered no resistance. In this position her body and sex were completely exposed and she was helplessly unable to either cover herself or touch herself. Immobile, she could only watch. If she became the object of attention, she could only succumb. She always imagined it would be this way.

The form that was Paul placed a bar stool where Jodi could easily see. He sat on it and in full view, he smiled at Jodi. He began to stroke his erection as the faceless form took his place on the floor at the foot of the examining table. The form positioned himself between Jodi's parted legs and began to stroke Jodi's inner thighs, slowly working his way to more and more sensitive areas where her thighs came together. The only features Jodi could make out on her dream stranger were his beard and mustache. Jodi basked in the delightful teasing, deliberately tensing and relaxing of the muscles within her pelvis. She felt herself becoming more and more aroused by the teasing fingers and hands. She felt fingers delicately circling and probing the folds of her pouting pussy lips. They gently played with her clit making her squirm in little waves of pleasure. Fingers opened and entered her, spreading her delicious lubrication to her throbbing love button. All the while he expertly kneaded and massaged her.

The highly personal 'examination' of her vulnerable pussy seemed to go on forever. Jodi felt herself becoming more and more excited. Her mind raced. Her lascivious nature painted lewdly erotic images and sensations in her imagina-tion. She strained at the stirrups and the bindings on her wrists. She wanted to spread her legs 'til they ached. She wanted to open herself completely to these bold fingers. She wanted to take them deep inside her. She wanted them to fill her more than she'd ever been filled before. In her minds eye, she could see and feel herself thrillingly impaled on this hand. She wanted to feel a fist moving deep inside her, massaging her soul as she engulfed it. She wanted to feel it's living presence deep inside her, filling her as she wildly fucked and fucked and fucked it.

Then she felt the hot and cold sensation of breath as the faceless form moved closer, tonguing and toying with her now throbbing clitoris. The hairs of his closely trimmed beard ran riot on the sensitive areas between her legs and on her tender inner thighs. He eagerly licked and penetrated her with deep, wet kisses. She squirmed as she felt the little tickle of her own musky love juices moving down the crack of her ass. Her hips began to grind and thrust uncontrollably against the illusive tongue. She felt the urge to grasp his head with her hands and press it hard against her hungry sex. She could make it happen, it was her dream after all but, she fought the feeling. There was something delightfully exciting about being helplessly "done to" like this. She basked in the rush of feelings and the sense that she was not responsible for anything. All she needed to do was to luxuriate in the sensations as they overtook her. She loved her delightfully naughty position and what the forms were doing to her body. She wanted to wallow in her instinctive responses more than she wanted to do anything else.

Turning his attentions from Jodi's now wet and burning hole, the faceless form stood and moved behind Paul. Reaching around Paul from behind, he replaced Paul's massaging hand with his own, slowly stroking the length of Paul's distended shaft. Paul groaned as the unfamiliar fingers glided over his hard, erect flesh. The effect on Jodi was electric. Involuntarily, she inhaled and moistened her lips with her tongue at the sight. Her attention was riveted on the sights and the cool air on the wetness between her legs. Nothing else existed for her but Paul's hard cock, the strangers hands, his bearded face and her own longing pussy.

The bar stool de-materialized and Jodi watched as the forms floated closer to her. The hand on Paul's cock guided it closer and closer to her pussy. Then she felt the first touch of the swollen purple head against her starved cunt. With very little pressure the cock slid easily and deeply into her. Her hips undulated in unison with his penetrating thrusts. Her wetness flowed within her as the cock slid firmly in and out of her hungry hole again and again.

When Paul withdrew, his cock glistened and sparkled with the slickness of her juices in the dream light. He moved to the side of her table and leaned over her. The faceless form took a place on the other side of the table. He bent to take Paul's wet member in his hands and greedily licked Jodi's lubrication from the hardened shaft. They were very close and Jodi could smell her own musk mixed with their masculine scents. The image of Paul's hard rod being massaged by male hands, sucked by a strange male mouth sent erotic shivers through Jodi's entire body. It was a fantasy she longed to make real. The men moved in slow motion. It was a delectably lewd and deliberatly erotic display just for Jodi's pleasure.

It became clear that Paul was getting close to bursting so, the male partners traded roles. Now Paul was sucking vigorously. The bearded lover gasped and groaned, thrusting his hips in counterpoint to Paul's movements. As Paul withdrew, Jodi could see the first clear, sparkling droplets of pre-cum forming at the little hole at the end of the engorged shaft. The dream strange began to stroke his straining cock with urgent motions. As he masturbated with one hand, he massaged the hanging sack at the base of his bursting member with the other. Jodi could tell that he was on the verge of cumming violently on her belly. As she watched, she realized that she was holding her breath in anticipation. A soul wrenching moan cut the air as the first creamy streams of hot, sticky cum shot out across her body. Jodi exhaled. His cum beaded on her hot skin. The succes- sive pumping spurts of the warm, milky fluid began to discipate. Paul began to rub the oozes of cum on Jodi's belly down and between her legs, working it and his fingers deep into her open and waiting cunt. Massaging her sex, he paid particular attention to the secret little places he knew so well.

Not to be left behind, Paul brought himself to the brink as well. Soon he sprayed his own creamy load of cum into the earthy mixture of juices between Jodi's legs. Jodi closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt four strong, cum slick hands massaging and penetrating the soft, wet, recesses of her very willing pussy. The tension inside her was becoming unbear- able. Her hips bucked and twisted in her mounting eagerness as she strained to push herself the last little way to ecstacy. The naked forms pressed against her trembling flesh, grasping and biting and licking everywhere at once, writhing with her, engulfing her and sharing in her wanton lust. Jodi could feel herself teetering over the edge and into the abyse. Panting frantically and lost in her dream, she breathlessly allowed the sensations to overwhelm her. The ghost like figures seemed to be humming as they melted away into her body.

Back in the real world, the snooze alarm sounded again. Paul was fully awake and reached over to tap it before it registered on Jodi's consciousness. He could feel the gentle rocking of the bed and it told him that Jodi was dreaming her morning dreams again. Paul loved these hot, steamy mornings. He smiled to himself as he slowly rolled the light summer blanket down toward the foot of the bed, exposing Jodi's nude body. She was lying on her tummy in a light sheen of pres- piration. Her legs were apart. She was rocking her hips against the bed and breathing hard in a way that always turned Paul on. Paul knew she was on the verge of cumming. It was a delicious sight and Paul knew they would start the day with a bang.

He adjusted his position for a fuller view of Jodi's moist pussy as it rocked back and forth, rubbing against the mattress. Leaning on one elbow, he began to fondle Jodi's soft, yielding inner thighs and wet, open pussy lips with his other hand.

"Hell," he thought to himself, "... can't think of any reason why I shouldn't enjoy her dreams, too!"

With a mischiveous grin, he began to hum a little ditty as his fingers found their way easily inside Jodi's pouting recess.

On another steamy morning not long after, in those moments between sleep and wakefulness, Jodi dreamed it was Paul that she and the dream stranger bound to that old doctors examining table. But, that's definitely another story!

Of course, Jodi had many other lusty dreams with many other pleasant themes but, we cannot relate them to you now ... at least not until she relates them to us! <grin>

Jon Grossberg - Internet: Jon.Grossberg@f150.n269.z1.ieee.org

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