Warped Reality

The touches were raising higher into my t.h.i.g.h, bolder and more pronounced. I could feel his calloused hands now sliding up, up and up still. My breathing hitched when I felt his palm cupped my p.u.s.s.y. I shuddered when I felt the pressure of the heel of his hand against my c.l.i.t. I opened my legs as wide as I could to encourage him to move, to touch me intimately.

But it stayed motionless that I started to get frustrated. This was one of the downsides of a dream. You couldn't decide how it would happen. But I tried though. I tried so hard to make it happen just the way I wanted it. Arching my back, I started rocking against his hand to create friction. I'm burning with need, starving with something I never felt before. Wanting to release something I couldn't name. But I cried out when the hand was suddenly snatched from my p.u.s.s.y. I panted with absolute need. I wanted it back.

"Please!" I whimpered in my sleep.

I heard him chuckled and I gasped. Oh, shit! I may not have heard Mr. Lombardi chuckled but I sure as hell he owned that voice. I bit my lip and wished I could see him. But all I could see was haze and dark spots of dreamy bubbles. Maybe because I'm so blinded with so much l.u.s.t that's why I'm seeing nothing.

Something else replaced the hand though. I felt it touched my slit before it's gone. Something rough, soft and wet. Then I felt it again. And again. The third touch was slow and pronounced that I was able to understand what it was. I panted realizing it was his tongue!

His soft muscle came down on me, flattened out, sticking inside the center of my hole that my p.u.s.s.y folds opened apart with it's thickness before slowly l.i.c.k.i.n.g up, up and up to my c.l.i.t. I became restless. I wanted more of that. And he didn't disappoint. He licked me again and again. He lapped at me with his wet tongue, s.u.c.k.e.d my juices that's shamefully dripping from my center before nibbling my c.l.i.t.

Then, he'd repeat the process. Lick, lick, lick, up and down, up and down like he was nodding his head. Then he'd l.a.p, l.a.p, l.a.p, swirling his tongue around my juicy c*nt and going deep as far as his tongue could go. He'd treat my c.l.i.t in the finale as he slurped me so damn hard that I could feel my muscles stretching into his mouth with the vacuum he made with his s.u.c.k.i.n.g. He practically fitted my p.u.s.s.y inside his mouth while his tongue stuck inside my slit. He was French kissing my c*nt, so wet and good. I didn't know how long or short he did it but something inside me snapped and broke.

I cried out when a dam of hot, heavy fluid flowed out of my tunnel, my t.h.i.g.hs quivered with the impact just as my walls contracted. Open, close, open close, again and again. I panted and m.o.a.n.e.d and writhed while the liquid kept flowing out of my snatch. But Ino was s.u.c.k.i.n.g them all, drinking deeply from my twat like it's the bowl of delicious soup.

Dreadful cold made me whimper when his lips released my p.u.s.s.y. But not for long, I felt him moved which caused for the soft bed to rock me like a cradle. My still wide spread t.h.i.g.hs were nudged wider apart until I felt a little pinch to my sides. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable when cold air grazed my now sensitized and o.b.s.c.e.n.ely opened nether lips.

Big, wet and rounded object was nudging at my entrance. Too big actually because the pressure of it's invasion was making me pant. It was pushed a couple of inches deeper into me until I felt the tip rested against something painful. A resistance. I heard him issued a satisfactory and at the same time agonizing groan. I squirmed my h.i.p.s in thrill, anticipation and l.u.s.t. But he placed steel hands around my waist to keep me in place before I felt his weight collapsed on me.

I cried out so damn loud! When he covered my frame with his huge body until were c.h.e.s.t to c.h.e.s.t, his massive tool also tore its way into my tight v.i.r.g.i.n hole. Not so gently. Not so slow either. Even if I knew this was just a dream, the sting felt real. He kind of bulldozed it in. Plowed me so damn hard that it hurt so f.u.c.k.i.n.g good! Even when I already felt so full with him inside, he still didn't stop thrusting in. He pushed an inch more. And another. I gasped when he gave another hard shove of his co*ck into my c*nt until I felt his tip touched my roof and then my body convulsed.

"Oh! Oh! Please, Ino! I'm coming! I'm coming!" I cried out when another o.r.g.a.s.m hit me just being penetrated with a huge stiff c.o.c.k.

"F.u.c.k, sweetheart!" Ino cried out in my dream while cupping my a.s.s so tight into his grip. "So tight! So good! F.u.c.k!"

Then he started moving. No. More than destroying. He's like destroying the path of my c*nt hole with his enormous d.i.c.k. He's f.u.c.k.i.n.g me hard, plowing me deep and going at it so fast and heavy along with his heavy breathing and loud groans.

He didn't let go of my a.s.s cheeks as he used them as handles to pull and push me with his aggressive f*cking. His mouth landed on my b.r.e.a.s.t, latching on my n.i.p.p.l.e. Again, not so gently. It seemed that whatever this man would do entailed roughness. Hard, laborious pounding of s.e.xes, slamming of wet bodies and teeth smacking kisses.

"So wet. So f.u.c.k.i.n.g tight!" I heard him g.r.o.a.n.e.d with every heavy thrust into my twat. "F.u.c.k! F.u.c.k! So hot! So goddamn good!"