Please be aware that every story, that I compose for your intended pleasure, is a complete work of fiction and has no relationship to anyone living or dead. Some small snippets are drawn from my own life and experience, but most scenarios are conjured to, hopefully, delight your senses. Princess and I, do not necessarily enjoy, condone, or have experienced, the things that happen, in my literary excursions. Mary Shelley would have found it very uncomfortable to have bits chopped off, so that she could have the knowledge to write Frankenstein! Enjoy the stories, and perhaps challenge your prejudices. They are intended to suit varied tastes and desires but they are not a suggestion to you. Vwiz.
Wet Dream (Part 1) by VWiz
“Ooh! Who are you?”
“I’m your wettest dream, Sally.”
She feels a fingertip softly stroke down the front of her naked body, from between her luscious splayed breasts, to where her pubic hair would begin, if it was still allowed to grow.
“Oh fuck! That sounds deliciously naughty.” Sally gasps, wishing the finger would move lower, but it suddenly spirits away. “I hope you’re a big, long dream.” She then giggles, feeling all of her soft curves laughing with her.
“Oh, I am, and I will be.” The voice promises.
A droplet spatters her nose, tickling so that she almost sneezes. Then another hits her lips, and she slides her tongue out to taste it, finding no hint of what it is.
“Thirsty?”
“Mmm. Yes” She confirms, wishing she’d poured another glass of wine to quickly savour, after her shower. But she’d also been so very eager to put the blindfold on and lie on the bed.
Cold ice gently brushes her nose and then soothingly chills her burning cheeks. Their blush had risen long ago, even before her hot shower. It had started to build when she became aware of what she was to do and her sexual arousal had not been stirred but positively fired. After she had washed under the hot spray, making sure that her body was sweet and clean, Sally had shaved the meagre amount of stubble that grown on her cunny. Even that intimate attention had been a battle of wills, for she had been sorely tempted to play a little.
“Maybe this will help for now.”
The ice grazes her upper lip. Then her chin. Finally she is allowed to draw it into her mouth. Only water ice, she first surmises, but soon senses a hint of lemon and, finally mint. Very refreshing and very thoughtful, Sally elects, sucking upon the ice and rapidly diminishing it to nothing.
“Another?”
“Mmm, please. That was lovely.”
“Soon.”
“Awwwww!” She grizzles, still feeling heated and thirsty.
“You can have two.” The voice warmly promises and, simultaneously, they appear on the palms of her hands.
“Oh, that’s cruel.” Sally whimpers, briefly disappointed, yet also stirred by the eroticism.
Closing her fingers over the ice, she enjoys the way it melts and dribbles over her restrained wrists. Though the silk ties, that bind her hands and feet, to the two sides of the bed, are not tight to her skin, they have still managed to chafe a little, from her desire to tug at her bonds and to enjoy the feeling of complete vulnerability. If her hands were free, Sally knows that the ice would possibly have been in her mouth or cooling other heated parts of her body!
“Is it really?” Wisdom questions.
“No…sorry.” She accepts, submissively
“Are they causing dribbles elsewhere?”
“Oh yes!” Sally is happy to confirm, knowing that the fluttering in her loins is from a lusciously moist arousal.
“Here?” A belated warning comes, a mere second before a piece of ice threatens to instantly vaporize on her heated but hooded clitoris.
“Oh fuck!” She shrieks, shocked by the cold, yet deeply aroused by the sensation and teased by it’s trickling melt, when it dribbles over her furled labia and tickles between the cheeks of her bum. God, or something, be praised for the plastic-backed dust sheet, beneath her, for she is very certain that she would otherwise have some extra washing to do tomorrow.
“Yes.” She more softly adds an answer to his question. Then the ice is gone and two fingers gently unlock her fleshy outer lips and slide into her flowing cavern.
The caring and softly wriggling fingers begin to rapidly increase her arousal. “Mmmm! That’s bliss.”
“Still thirsty?” Her dream interrupts, but Sally isn’t annoyed, just more aroused, because she imagines that she is about to be treated with a taste of her own sweetness.
“Oh yes!” Sally delightedly encourages and encourages even more as the fingers slowly thrust in and out of her slippery sex, occasionally wriggling and finding places that she knows will be likely to trigger of her very intense and wet orgasms. “Oh-h-h-h yes! Please!”
When she suddenly finds herself empty, open and bereft of the fingers, Sally opens her mouth in anticipation. But she hears only the slurp of someone else’s lips as they savour her honeyed juices.
“Mmmm! You are truly sweet” Praises her dream, who seems to have kneeled between her widely spread thighs.
“Oh-h-h-h, that’s not fair! Me too!” She pleads, hoping to sway his judgement.
“Me too, what?” Sally is pressed, then she breathes sharply from excitement, when fingers lightly and adeptly spread out her beautiful, sensitive, wing-like lips. Thumbs, too, then expertly press outwards on her smooth mound, dragging back her clitoral hood, so that she feels completely, and delightfully, and wetly, exposed.
“Can I have a taste too, please?” She asks more fervently, licking her dry lips in, what she hopes is, an inviting way.
“A taste of what? If you explain clearly, who knows? Dreams… are unpredictable.”
“Of my cunny juice!“ Sally eagerly elaborates, hoping to arouse and entice. “You know how it turns me on to…, to savour my own sweet taste.”
“Yes, I do. And I know that you’d love to savour Ruth’s as well, wouldn’t you?” His voice confirms and then questions unnecessarily, for the answer is already known.
“Mmmm! I’d love to savour all of Ruth, but the thought of licking her cunny is very arousing.” Sally readily admits, picturing her workmates wonderful curves and revisiting the desire that her friend inspires. Not a desire, or scenario, that Sally finds impossible to imagine occurring, either; for Ruth seems a sexy, cuddly, fun-loving person, like herself and they have increasingly shared many intimate secrets with each other.
Sally suddenly feels the heat of his body above her and the tip of his manhood juts against her gaping lips.
“O-h-h-h fuck!” She grunts, then gasps and flinches from the surge of pleasure when the head of his cock slides up and brushes her swollen and protruding clitoris. “O-h-h-h, don’t stop. That is beautiful!”
He doesn’t, and Sally begins to gasp from the steady thrust of his firm length, gliding back and forth over her hard and sensitive bud, stoking both the fires of arousal, within her sex, and also the wet orgasm that might quell the flames of any real fire. Though Sally is aware that her dream has straightened up again and seems busy with more than her, she is unable to concentrate on anything except the wave of pleasure that is building beneath his sliding cock.
“Your balls are…, are going… t-to get… b-beautifully… w-wet in a m-moment.” She breathlessly promises, feeling the flutter of a very special orgasm fast approaching and knowing it will spurt over his swaying testicles, that are now slapping against her sodden lips, with his every thrust.
“Are they?” He postulates, his voice sounding full of want. “Would you like Ruth’s sweet cunny juice wetting your face, as you come all over my cock and balls?”
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Sally lustfully growls, becoming very close to the point of no return.
He suddenly leans over her again, his cock grazing down her lips as he pivots. He kisses her mouth tenderly but she is instantly distracted by a weight settling on the bed above her head, where the pillows would be if they were not beneath the sheet, arcing her pelvis up towards him. Two knees seem to edge forward and press against her outstretched arms, close to her shoulders. He has knelt upright again.
“Oh FUCK! …What? …What? …” She begins. Stunned. Now speechless. Her thoughts a blur as she tries to understand what is happening. His cock is now softly and erotically sliding in between her spread lips, drawing her attention away again. Her flowing sex welcomes him to the hilt. “Oh God!” Sally exclaims, close to coming. Then her gaping mouth is capturing droplets of a slightly saline fluid. The knees settle slightly against her and more drips spatter her chin, nose and closed lips, as she tries to identify the taste in her mouth. Not like her own taste, somehow. She licks her wetted lips, uncertain, not believing, but oh so wishing. That salty taste, also a sweetness, maybe…..
“Lift your head Sally. Lick your lovely friend Ruth. Make her come all over your face as you come all over me.” His hoarse voice suggests, almost commandingly, as he draws almost of her, his cock now gently nudging her urethra as a thumb also circles her clitty.
Deeply curious, almost convinced, Sally raises her head and feels the soft wetness against her nose, before her tongue tastes the sweetness of the cleaved water-melon.
“Oh fuck! You bastard! You beautiful clever bastard!” Then she succumbs, lapping wildly, savouring the luscious moistness and dreaming. Dreaming as her dream guy, vigorously foments her clitoris. Tipping her over the brink with his gently prodding cock and his busy thumb. She feels the ripples of pleasure in her groin. The sensual feeling, as if she is about to pee. It happens. Her beautiful release comes as she licks Ruth’s cunny. Her breasts, untouched till now, feel his hand caressing. The glow spreads out and upwards from her pulsing sex, filling her body with delight as her gates open. First a trickle over his glorious cock and then, as he slides out from her and glides down in the small stream, till he butts between the cheeks of her bum, Sally squirts.
“Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh, my beautiful Ted.” Sally sobs, full of emotion as she feels the most intense orgasm, that she has ever experienced, wracking her body.
Shuddering, writhing, soaking her wonderful lover with her beautiful orgasm, Sally finds her face being soaked with more salty liquid, cascading down from the melon above her, as Ted squeezes the sponge above it. The melon, that is spiked by wood to the other two, that push against her arms. Her mouth savours every rivulet that manages to flow into it, whilst her head writhes in pleasure on the bed. Her face and hair now soaked with Ruth’s ebbing waterfall, she too knows that her release has returned to a dribble.
“On my God! I love you so much!” She weeps, still shuddering, still coursing with intense pleasure and so full of love for Ted. Her dream. Her wettest dream? ………
..... To be continued .....