Wendy, The Dream?

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                           The Dream?

I remember walking down a dark street in a city. I am not sure 
where I am or where I am going. The neon lights and the traffic 
seem to make a soft haze and a continuous noise that is sort of 
comforting. I don’t feel out of place and the occasional color is 
bathed in grays of the evening and night. 

As I walk around a corner I suddenly find myself going into a 
residential neighborhood. The only lights are porch lights, 
streetlights and an occasional car going down the street.

As I am walking I see a woman jogging toward me. About 25 feet from 
me she stops and calls to me. Ryan, is that you? I wonder how she 
knows my name, as I have never seen her before. She is beautiful. 
Even though it is night I am suddenly seeing her very clearly. I 
can’t tell if it is because she is under a street light, or if 
suddenly my night vision has become incredibly acute. 

She has on an outfit consisting of light ankle high jogging shoes, 
anklet socks, short nylon jogging shorts and a tee shirt cut off to 
reveal her tummy. As we walk toward each other I don’t seem to be 
in a hurry and the whole scene seems comfortable and right. I don’t 
notice her build as much as I notice her lack of undergarments and 
her obvious level of sexual stimulation. Her nipples are erect 
under her shirt and my suddenly sensitive nose detects the 
unmistakable faint scent of musk.

We embrace in a long passionate kiss. Her tongue finds my mouth and 
she is curling it and playfully sliding it in and out between my 
lips as I open my mouth to receive her. Seemingly joined at the hip 
I find that we are walking across the street up into a driveway 
toward a dark house. 

We go in through a door but it is not the front door. As soon as we 
are inside she kicks her shoes off and pulls me down on top of her 
on a cool linoleum floor in a room that appears to be a kitchen. It 
is dark and I am not sure where I am or what I am doing but I know 
by now that she must feel my hardness as I lay on top of her and we 
are kissing and pulling clothes off each other and ourselves at the 
same time. Our lips are fully apart and I pick her up and we stand 
in the room fully nude. She backs away from me and softly takes my 
hand and leads through a short passageway into what looks in the 
dark to be a living room and the into a bedroom.

The bed is ready and turned down as we sit and the lay in a full 
naked embrace. Suddenly, a phone rings and an answering machine 
picks up saying, “hello, this is Wendy, I can’t come to the …” the 
message is cut short as she reaches to the head of the bed and 
turns it off. A small light is now providing enough light for us to 
see each other’s naked bodies.

I fear that the mood is destroyed but she looks at me and suddenly 
her head is between my legs as her lips start bringing the size 
back to my waning member. I feel her cheek smooth against my pelvic 
area as she starts to work on me. First licking and the flicking 
the sensitive underbelly of my cock with her talented tongue. I 
realize that my crotch is shaven completely smooth, but I don’t 
really remember when it was done. I push my head between her legs 
drinking in her wetness. As my tongue finds her private place she 
stiffens and moans loudly as she squeezes may head with her 
beautiful thighs as she melts into a cum. She thrusts her shaven 
pubis into my mouth filling it with her wonderful sex.

She pulls her head off me momentarily as I feel her tying a silk 
scarf around my ankle. I find my self tied to the bottom of her 
bed. I must be tied to the bed frame, as her bed has no bedposts. 
She lies on top of me as she ties my arms to the top of the bed, 
somewhere separate over my head. She lowers herself onto my erect 
member. As she works her lithe body up and down on me for about a 
minute I notice that she is stimulating herself. She cums a second 
time, this time much harder than the first time with my tongue. She 
picks herself up off me and again lowers her head onto my crotch 
taking me into her mouth deep into her throat as she looks up at my 
face with her eyes. 

She works her mouth up and down on me, first in deep and then 
almost out. Then down again maintaining eye contact. My cum is 
inevitable. I feel it building deep within my pelvis. I close my 
eyes and look up and then after a moment I look down at her working 
on me and out eyes meet and lock once again. I start to cum and I 
see my cum start to leak from between her lips. She looks at me. In 
the middle of my orgasm suddenly my penis feels teeth sinking into 
it. The pain is mixed with pleasure as I feel it separate from me. 

I am tied down and the last thing I remember is seeing her pulling 
it out of her mouth and biting off the head, slowly chewing it up 
and swallowing it as she held the rest of it in her hand. I look 
down at myself expecting to see an incredible carnage but all I see 
is geysers of white, thick cum squirting from the stub. As I look 
up Wendy smiles…


Epilogue

I wake up and I am in my own room alone. My hands are no longer 
tied and I feel very wet between the legs. I reach up and turn on 
the light at the head of the bed. I am amazed at how wet the bed 
covers is. I can tell that I have had a significant orgasm, and I 
always sleep in the nude, and that explains the wet bed. Suddenly, 
I remember the details of the tremendous sexual encounter…I am 
afraid to pull off the covers and look at myself.