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By *lPulpo OP Couple
over a year ago
St Albans |
Hi guys. Hope you like this.
Andy
It’s the middle of the night. You wake slowly from the dream and become aware that something’s not right. You can’t put your finger on it but somehow something is wrong. Through bleary eyes, your survey the familiar room. There’s not much to see. It’s a moonless night and all you can see is lit by the light coming through a gap in the curtains from the streetlight outside. Everything else is in shades of black, from the darkest grey to a bottomless absence of colour. Everything is in its place, or at least, everything you can see. As you look towards the doorway, you notice that the door is slightly ajar. Perhaps only 10 inches, maybe less and, while you don’t close it every night, you dimly seem to recall yourself closing it last night. Your eyes scan slowly up the edge of the door to the place where a shaft of light crosses it at an angle. And then you see them! Eyes! A pair of eyes, staring at you out of the darkness, unblinking. You gasp! The eyes don’t move but continue to regard you with a mixture of intense concentration and…..What is that? Oh God! It’s lust! You suddenly become aware that your bed clothes have become pulled up to your waist. You legs are bare! Your pussy is wet! The dawning realisation hits you like a sledgehammer! You’ve been fingering your wanton pussy in the dream. Rubbing your itching clit and pushing your fingers between your pouting pussy lips. And all the while, “He” has been watching! Watching your frustration. Drinking in your passion. Taking in every minute detail as you bucked and rocked, panted, gasped and moaned in your private pleasure!! Your cheeks flush! Who knows what he wants but somehow it’s worse for him to have seen you writhing in ecstasy…
The eyes narrow and then blink. Then disappear. It takes you a second to realise the reason. The eyes were closed but now you dimly perceive his body moving towards you as the dim light plays across his shoulders and head. His silhouette is human but there’s something in the way he moves that is somehow more animal. More carnal…
As he moves slowly towards you, he moves across another shaft of light from the window. His eyes are high-lit for only a second but they continue to bore into yours and even when they’re no longer lit, the image of his stare is seared into your mind. With so little light, although your eyes are open, you can see that stare, even as you vaguely see his silhouette drawing slowly ever closer. What is it about those eyes? Why is that stare so strange, so bewitching? Your mind wildly casts around to make sense of what’s happening to you but, somehow, that hypnotic stare is the most important thing in the universe. The realisation slowly dawns but, by now, he’s so close that you can hear the floor creaking quietly as he moves. Those eyes seem to be only half human. The pupils are tiny, asif staring into a bright light, which renders the impression of the stare all the more intense but that’s not it, it’s the colour of the irises! We’ve all seen bright blue eyes. Sometimes they can seem almost white in the right lighting. We’ve seen that lovely hazel colour that some people have, but these eyes are as bright as one and the colour of the other. They’re almost yellow; Perhaps the colour of autumn straw.
Now, you can hear his breath. He’s deep, long, slow, but there’s a slight whine in the tone. A longing. A wanton brutish desire. But there’s also a vulnerable quality there. You continue to stare into the eyes, even though you cannot see them. You know where they are and that’s where you are looking. Your pussy pulsates with the anticipation of what may happen. Your breasts heave slowly with your own lust. As if there’s an invisible line connecting the two, your hips rise and fall repeatedly but ever so slowly toward him.
Suddenly! A flash! A spasm! I sensory explosion! He’s there! At the side of the bed! That first touch has rocketed through your consciousness like an electric spark between you. He has made contact! His finger has touched your toe, and now, is brushing, slowly, Oh! Sooo slowly up, over your ankle and ever upwards along your calf. Your pussy throbs with a heat you’ve never experienced. You feel, at one and the same time, tense, and so relaxed that you are completely open for him. You can dimly feel the juices from your wanton cunt, trickling out from your puffy lips and down. His first touch had caused a gush of shock and now you are open. As open as you have even been! It’s as if you are turned inside out and you are offering to him all that you are. All the you can be!
His fingers slowly brush along your calf to your knee, moving inwards along your inner thigh. You involuntarily open your thighs, rolling your toes outwards, a tiny moan, escaping your lips. Every inch marks a heightening in your lust. By now, your breath is coming in short gasps and as his fingers reach the point midway between your knee and that hot, slippery cunt, your hips shiver and your breasts rise, the taught nipples quivering for attention. Just then, when your mind is aching for the release of feeling those calm fingers, slipping between your sodden lips, they change direction and start to trace a line, up towards your hip. You spasm involuntarily as they pass your hips and shake as you feel them continuing across your belly. Now, he has all of the fingers of one hand on you, brushing lightly across your silky skin. You moan in frustration and wanton abandon but wish, hope, implore that he will stop at your breasts. As the hand continues up your ribcage, you realise that, at least those twin mounds will get some respite from the aching desire that engorges them, wherever his hand choses to go. And then, his hand is upon your breast! He cups the tender globe gently but firmly and his hand rests. His thumb and forefinger start to encircle your breast and tease around your nipple, making you shiver and buck, Sigh and whine. Gripping the sheet at your sides with your hands and winding the fabric around your fingers. And, at last, he starts to squeeze your nipple, rolling it between the finger and thumb. A loud moan escapes and you thrust your breast upwards, burying the back of your head into the pillow. He plays gently with your nipple, sending little jolts of pleasure through you, making the other breast wanton with jealousy. The engorged bud of your unattended nipple feels fit to burst, as if to shriek “Me!!, Meee!! TOUCH MEE!!!”
Now, his hand starts to squeeze, forcing even more blood into the bud. A dull ache of desire replaces the sharp pain of anticipation. Both hands are now on you, squeezing, stroking, pinching, teasing. Your pussy, and everything of you that surrounds it, is pure lust! You cannot distinguish between cunt and belly, cervix and clit. From the navel, down, you glow, you ache, you sear with the heat of animal lust and the demand, the anticipation of release!! You emit a low whining growl. Now, Now you are animal. You are the slave of your instinct. No thought exists in your consciousness other than the most primal desire. The wanton imperative to have his hot shaft buried deep inside you….
Quickly, one hand leaves your breast, stroking, palm downwards, down your belly. You can now see the outline of his head, as he dips down to savour the exposed nipple, his hot breath is on you, his hand smoothly edging it’s way towards your aching cunt. Every nerve in your body is now super-sensitive. You can see with your thighs, feel with your eyes, smell with your ears. You are one huge nerve! So sensitive that your could sense a spider’s foot drop in another county. You have dissolved, evaporated into shining starlight. Your soul sweeps out across the universe. And then!! His hand finally reaches you. His palm cups the mound of your hungry womanhood, gently, it’s heat seeping in, to mix with your own. You are so open, so thrilled, so apart from your bodily being that, at first you don’t realise that his fingers are moving, slipping into you. All you can feel is a slight friction as two fingers slide between those pouting, wanton lips and into that red-hot channel. His palm rubs the nub of your squealing clit as the fingers, now knuckle-deep in you, start to explore your inner depths. You hear the blood coursing your ears and a sound escapes from you, half way between a groan and a howl as the release of your first orgasm ploughs into you like an express train crashing into your womb! You are suspended in mid-air, held up from your heels and head. Thrusting your eager insides at his probing hand. You are all cunt! You are all woman. You are animal and riding a tsunami of bliss. Wave after wave of ecstasy hit you as though you are the shores of some ecstatic island in a sea of boiling turmoil.
But that does not last long. He has other ideas. You feel his breath on your moist nipple as he withdraws his head slightly and starts to trace his tongue along the path that his hand took. You feel the cool, wet sensation of his fingers dripping your pussy juice onto your thighs as he brings them to his face and inhales a long breath, followed by a lustful grunt. You see the fingers slip onto his tongue and feel a slight writhe in him as he tastes you for the first time…
Now, NOW! He can, no longer control himself! He grabs your knees and sweeps you around on the bed so that your legs are beyond the edge. He kneels. He pushes your legs apart as far as they will go, to give himself full access to the burning well that churns and quivers, aching for his eager mouth.
Now you are his play thing. His fuck-meat! A willing cunt to wank in. Forever! Whatever he wants to do to you, you’ll beg him for it even if he wants to tear the flesh from your bones and eat you alive! His hot breath heats your pussy lips and they writhe of their own accord, puckering and splaying to his attention, drawing back to expose your white hot clit. His face draws near and you know it is only a matter of seconds. That doesn’t prevent the surprise when his tongue makes first contact. He takes a long slow lap with his tongue from your puckered asshole to your clit! The shock of pleasure sends you over the edge once more, your arms straining, holding onto the bed. Your head thrown back and your mouth open in a silent scream. He sits back to watch you recover and you take a huge gasp of air, like a drowning man, coming up for the first time. Then he’s on you again! Licking, sucking worshiping your sodden fuck-hole. Drinking from you. Little fast licks directly on your clit. Slow sweeps of his tongue along your lips, insinuating his tongue around that little puckered hole that squeezes and throbs with his attention. You’re riding the tsunami once again but this time, it is your womb that begs for his meat. Throbbing dully and squeezing with tension like a slowly beating heart.
You finally manage to bring your hand down onto his head. To push his face still further between your legs. You dig your fingers into the mane of shaggy hair and pull him closer to you. Now you hear him breathe. His breath comes in long, deep gasps. He wants you! He wants to fuck you. To bury his meat into that soft, boiling cauldron that is your sopping cunt. He pulls back, fumbles for a second and thrusts. You are so open, so wanton, so willing that, if he had been six inches out, he would have found his spot. His bulbous head would drive into you, stretching you open still further. My GOD!! How big IS he??!! Your groan goes on for ever, punctuated only with moans and deep gasps. Until You are both one! You are locked together. The beast with two backs. Oh yes!! This is what I want!! This is what I NEED!! Pump me! FUCK ME!! Stay in me forever and give me your seed!
He thrusts, Knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. First slowly, Rhythmically, grinding his hips against yours. Then faster. Long fast lunges that make your cunt burn with lust and finally, with a howl of bestial torment, buries the head so deep that you fear he’ll split you in two and you feel a boiling torrent of molten lava spurt, burning into your depths…..
As your breathing returns to a normal pace, and the deep spasms subside like echoes, you start to notice things about your body. A minute breeze plays across the wet and battered fuck-meat that is your pussy, cooling it slightly and you realise that your Animal Lover had been no more than an apparition. A spectre of your deep wanton needs, made solid for a while by the imagination of your lust.
You wake slowly from the dream and become aware that something’s not right. You can’t put your finger on it but somehow something is wrong. Through bleary eyes, your survey the familiar room. There’s not much to see. It’s a moonless night and all you can see is lit by the light coming through a gap in the curtains from the streetlight outside. Everything else is in shades of black, from the darkest grey to a bottomless absence of colour. Everything is in its place, or at least, everything you can see... |
