by Kyra Keeley
Only
In
My
Dreams
By
Kyra Keeley
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Published by Kyra Keeley at Smashwords
Copyright 2013
This is a work of fiction that contains adult situations. All semblances to persons or places, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
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I thought I was having fun at my parents party, but things got much weirder and a lot more fun in the wee hours of the night after everyone one was gone (or so I thought) and I was sound asleep. I’m still reeling at what happened to me. At first I was conflicted, but by morning I was ready for it to happen every night.
Well I guess a little back story is necessary.
I was back from college for the first time since turning 21—something I had not taken too much advantage of as a student (straight A student I might add). My parents were having a party and as usual the alcohol was going to flow like water. I knew I was going to be around, but I didn’t know if they wanted me to take a part in the drinking aspect because I had certainly never drank alcohol around them before. After the hard year at school, I was kind of hoping to cut loose a little.
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“Hey, Allsion,” My dad yells at me as I walk down the steps in my tiny sleeping shorts carrying a basket of laundry.
“Yeah Dad,” I say kind of annoyed under the weight of my load—not really wanting to stop.
“I’m glad your back home for a while,” he says smiling warmly.
“Ahh . . . thanks Dad,” he says melting my little girl heart.
“You know at this party, since your 21 now, I want you to know that your mother and I are okay with you having a couple of drinks,” he tells me all fatherly.
“Oh, cool, we’ll see. I’m still kind of a newbie. Definitely can’t keep up with the pros,” I smile as I eagerly walk away from the conversation.
I guess that answers that question. I’m so glad that they think of me as responsible. I bet my parents like to think that them being around is a way to not let their tipsy little girl get taken advantage of. Setting my laundry down on the washer, I smile ear to ear thinking that my stay home became a lot more fun . . . err . . . drunken.
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Back in my room I start to think about what I’m going to wear tonight. I kind of want to look good and a little sexy, but not too sexy—my parents will be there after all. But, being professionals, they have always very attractive company. Some of which are not much older than I am. I always remember when I was younger fantasizing about marrying certain friends of my Dads. Then I would always get sad when they started bringing girlfriends around that eventually always ended up becoming wives. Someone of them are still around and I’ll admit to still having a crush on them.
Now that I’m older, I also realize the sway that a pretty 21 young girl has on a man. Well, turns out I’m definitely pretty, and I have to fight men off at the university for the sake of my grades. Sometimes, I’ll even wear sweatpants and my glasses to class just so the boys stop leering at men and pestering me. So, I’ve not done much more than masturbate a little stress away every once in awhile.
No sweatpants tonight though. I strip out my thin cotton shorts and pull of the tanktop I sleep in. I study my flawless body in the mirror and am very happy with what I see. I’m still slender and girlish, but round like a woman in all the right places.
Completely naked I stroll over to my closet and start piecing together my outfit. I slip into a tiny thong and a matching lacy bra. Then I throw on the cutest little party dress with a hem that lies pretty high above my knees and top that reveals where my breast meet. Lastly, I put on a pair of shiny black heels and hope I don’t fall—since I’m really only use to sneakers.
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Almost as soon as the part starts I start drinking and ogling all of my Dad’s young business men friends. I feel weird since, even though I’m 21, I feel like a child being in my parent’s house. Even though I’m a little younger with a lot less life experience everyone is so nice to me. That corner me and ask how school is going and how I like the college life. They all tell me how much they loved university and wish they could go back in time.
The more drunk I get, the more freely I prance around the house in my short shirt. I certainly have a fans of my ever increasingly exposed body. Half the men try to share the area of the house with me and talk to me without being too obvious that they just want to look down my top, or wait for a glimpse of my firm young ass when I bend over a little to far.
I love every minute of it, but the room is starting to spin. I
I’ve definitely drank too much. Before I embarrass myself anymore I decide that I need to sleep it off. I try to sneak off and up the stairs to my pink sanctuary bedroom.
Clumsily entering the door, I start to strip off my clothes, not even thinking that anybody that walks by to use the bathroom could see me.
All flustered and flushed, I fumble with the buttons on my dress and wrench my arms out of the topt. I look down at my tight, young, size C breast pushed upwards by the lacy fabric of my bra that I foresee as being a challenge to get off. Stopping and swaying I fidget with the clasp in the back before, with a pop, being able to pull it off releasing my breast. I instantly reach upwards and grab my heavy breast and push them upwards massaging them. I focus and am able to unzip the side of dress managing to kind of fall out of it and on to the bed. Reaching towards my nightstand I grab and throw on a tank top. Lastly, using my feet, I kick my shiny black heels off onto the floor where they land with a thump.
With the door still cracked, I instantly fall asleep in just my panties without even really covering myself with a blanket. I didn’t even bother make it to the bathroom to take off my make-up. If someone were to walk by they would see my slender young legs extending all the way up to my barely covered ass lit by the hallway light.
All most right away I dream myself back into my parent’s party where I’m surrounded by all of the fit young professionals. They are even more handsome and alluring in my dreams. I really do love these dreams. They are the kind that when you wake up half the work is done for you. All of you have to is slowly let your fingers slide down past the elastic of your panties till they reach your already aroused pussy. Within just a few minutes of rubbing you hit climax and then on with your day like you just took a valium.
In my dream, I’m surrounded by swarms of barely covered men who circle me like a pak of dogs. Endowed with super human powers I think I want to take them all on, but before I they all leave and just one man remains. Somehow my brain tells that this one man is a better lover than the whole pack of men combined.
My dream seems to feel even more real to the point that it feels like someone is actually in the room with me. I wake up, ever so slightly, to catch a glimpse of a dark shadow in the doorway, but I feel so content that I’m barely startled and fall back into my dream state intermittently opening my heavy eye lids. Each time, the dark shadow is getting closer and closer. My heart starts to race in a mixture of lust and fear. Something about being in my bedroom in my parents’ house just makes me feel safer than I ever should.
I get the impression that the person is watching me intensely with desire. I want to say they are even lightly pulling at the growing length between their legs. My mouth wants to open up and scream, but nothing is coming out.
The figure comes closer and I know I really should scream, but I just feel too relaxed. And maybe this figure is one of the many older men I was ogling and flirting with all night. I roll ove
r, pushing my round ass hidden only be my thin panties out, feigning sleep. Pushing my thighs together I send a tingle throughout my body.
My eyes are shut tightly, but I can feel his presence. He breathes in deeply and exhales a warm heat across my young exposed body. Bathed in his erotic warmth, I murmur and shift in my sleep—am I asleep or awake. I don’t even know this is so unreal. What if this intruder takes things even further? As I push my ass outwards forcing the tight elastic into the mounds of my sweet pussy I decide I don’t even care.
Shit! The man has now slowly eased himself onto my bed. I can feel slow tremors travel through the mattress as he assumedly pleasures himself right above me. The feeling of absolute terror and wild sexual impulses collide and my whole body tingles as the alcohol heat leaves my body. The man lets out a few incredibly satisfied utterances, as he takes in my flawless young body.
This is definitely happening in real life and this man is taking his time. This is no smash and grab, he lingers on each part of my body as I feel his body weight shift in different directions.
Not being able to see this man, my mind runs wild. I imagine him with a chiseled jaw line and a hard chest. Even more devious, I envision his bicep flexing while he tugs his mammoth cock above me. I so want to peak and take his shadow in, but I dare not.
Will he cum on me and leave? Am I that hot that that is all he needs? Or, will he have to take it further.
This question is answered when I feel him lie down close behind me. His breath now lands on my sensitive neck and I fight the urge to turn around and embrace him passionately, but that would ruin the game. He lowers his hand trailing it lightly down my back as too not awake me. His hand doesn’t stop continuing downward all the way until it reaches inbetween the cheeks of my bubbly ass. His fingers reach between my legs where they slowly graze the crotch of my panties.
He uses his fingers lightly playing with the perimeter of my little mound. Tortuously, the stops short of touching my swelling clit, or my sensitive inner lips. In the dark, I bite my lips to resist guiding his hand to my hot spots.
Moving in even closer, he presses himself against me. Keeping his one between my legs, he moves his hard cock snugly up against my ass. He begins rocking into me and I struggle to come to terms with his extreme length that is long enough to make me think that this is a dream. He emits heavy sigh after heavy sigh on to my neck as though he his using all of his might to not rip my pink panties off and fuck me from behind.
His other begins slowly traveling up my stomach ending at my voluptuous little breast. Every move he make is very fluid as too not jar me into consciousness. Through my thin sleeping shirt he gently massages my breast. I can feel my mounds submit completely as they swell at his touch and my nipples jut out of my shirt. Feeling my reaction, he places lowers his hand back to my soft stomach.
Then exploring upwards again with his hand up under my shirt. His big hands reach my soft breasts that are pressed tightly together. His hands grasp my tight breast and I squirm in excitement. He reaches my nipples, giving them a slight pinch, and I practically melt into a puddle of desire.
He flips me on my back with my exposed breast resting high on my chest. He takes time to fully explore them. He pushes them together and gently pinches my tight nipples. Unable to resist he brings his mouth to them suckling first underneath before moving onto my nipples. His hot mouth pulls my 21 year old breast in which makes me feel like cumming. The whole time his long cock pushes against the length of my pussy.
My breath starts to get shaper and quicker as I become turned on more and more by this stranger. When I do this he seems to back off a little, but I subtlety beg for his attention by grinding my hips upwards. His eagerness dwindles until I’m actually almost back asleep. I don’t mind though, I feel like I could keep this little charade up all night long until the sunrise reveals my perpetrator.
As things heat back up, I slowly drift back to his now exposed cock pushing between the round cheeks of my ass. It is huge and warm. I can feel the head extending all the down my thighs. I discreetly reach between my legs and graze the tip of his dick that exudes a bead of excitement.
Startled by my touch he pulls back, but begins to more intensely explore the passion brewing between my legs. His fingers run the length of my pussy though my panties that are now damp. Then, ever so slowly, he pulls the sticky fabric away from my pussy and move his fingers along my exposed flesh. I instantly glaze his fingers with my excitement. He alternates between rubbing my now engorged clit that throbs with my pulse and the slowly penetrating my slick lips.
Before long he has two fingers deep inside of me while his palm puts pressure on my tight pink asshole. His fingers know exactly where to go putting light pressure on the spot inside right below my clit. He moves his fingers in and out in a come hither motion like he is pulling me to an orgasm. As little waves of pleasure ring throughout my body, I struggle to not moan, because I know this is not what he wants. He needs to stay anonymous.
Moving downward he begins licking at the length of my soft and moist pussy. He quickly starts to match the motion of his fingers with the quick flick of his tongue that dart at my little pleasure bead.
Expertly, he takes me right to the brink, but doesn’t let me go all the way over.
Backing up he starts pushing the tip of his dick at the fabric right at my entrance. I lay my hand out behind so that when he pushes against my I can feels long thick cock. I don’t make any motion to grasp him. Just having him graze me is enough for now.
Then he stands up and I feel the warmth of his body leave my side
“No . . . don’t,” I say though a dreamy haze.
He hasn’t left. I hear the careful thuds of his footsteps walking around to the other side of the bed. Once there, he kneels on the bed and the depressed mattress forces me to fall in his direction again. For some reason, having him on the side that I’m facing makes the situation all the more real.
Before I have a chance to change my mind, I feel the swollen head of his cock push against my lips. I decide to still feign absolute sleep as he works himself inside of my mouth. He is so large he quickly fills my warm mouth all the way to the back of my throat. He pushes his rock hard cock in my mouth right to the point of gagging before pulling out. Then he grasps a handful of my blonde curls and starts to pull my mouth into his length.
The whole time I can feel him tugging at the six inches of his cock that come nowhere close to fitting in my mouth. Off and on, he pulls out and slaps the tip of his dick against my wet full heart shaped lips.
The whole time, his hands work the length of my body paying special attention to my sweet breast and wet pussy.
His enormous smooth cock filling my mouth send shivers through me. In my excitement, I start to discreetly rub my thighs together putting pressure on my clit. I really want to reach out and grab the thick base of his cock and test the limits of my young mouth, but I let him work everything never giving any signs of hesitation. His whole body starts to quake. I know he has brought himself to the point of climax. When his body clenches he quickly pulls his shaft out of my mouth with a sloppy pop. If I had it my way I would have easily jerked and sucked him to climax and would be tasting his warm cum right now—probably smiling ear to ear to.
In my confused state, I fear that he might leave me, second guessing his defiling of a sleeping girl. I murmur, “Please don’t go . . . I want you to fuck me.” My plea is met with no verbal response, but his hands are placed upon me.
With my consent, he does just so, and less delicately than anything he has done yet. He swings himself back behind and wrenches my panties down my thighs and over my feet. He pulls upwards on the hot flesh of my inner thigh giving him access to my wetness. He levels his massive cock at the base before pushing himself into me. I do everything in my power to not scream in relief, fear, pain, and excitement.
I’m dripping wet, and surprisingly, he is able to fit almost his entire length inside of me. Once there, he hits
an erotic depth I’ve never felt before. I position myself, ever so slightly, into a position that he can more easily fuck me. He starts to push into me, slowly building up his momentum. He groans ever so quietly with each thrust. I can feel my tiny pussy stretch to accommodate his girth. It feels so good I want to shove my hips in his direction, grab at the bed sheets, and rake my nails along his muscled back.
The dark shadow of a man then pushes me onto my back before pushing his length straight back into me. No doubt he stares downward at my angelic face and breast shift up and down with each push. My limp legs fall to the side as he pushes into me. I fight all of my urges to loops my legs around his waist and pull him in close.
Falling in, with his chest against mine, he bends me in half pushing my knees upwards to my shoulder. At this point, things are getting so intense that my parents are going to wake up and see what all the commotion is. I definitely don’t want this to happen as I demurely try to grasp the headboard of the bed stopping it from making the tell tale banging sound.
His hard pelvis grinds into me like a jack hammer as he forces me downward into my plush mattress. My pussy has completely accommodated his length and all his weight seems to be completely centered on my little clit. With each push he grinds into my little pleasure center and I get wetter and wetter. The sounds of my wetness and his groaning intermingling with my quickened breaths fill the silent night.
We are both lost in our situation not paying attention to the consequences. He pounds into my willing pussy with reckless abandon. I, although, still mostly asleep start to rock my hips into him placing his cock right where he needs to be for my maximum pleasure. I moan softly into his ear for encouragement.
Spread eagle with a stranger pounding into me I’ve never felt more alive.
Right before his constant pounding causes me to explode, I’m flipped over on my back. His quickly pushes back into me shoving his long cock between my apple round ass. From this position, he feels even longer on the verge of splitting me in two. I grab my pillow and pull it in close to my face. The soft cushion allows me to be more verbal. I moan dreamily with each unbelievable thrust.
