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She dreamed lush sexy dreams. She almost always did, after a hot session with Ken. It was like something out of one of those hot romance novels, but even as she reveled in the dream she knew it wasn't nearly as good as the real thing. She'd have matched her life, second for second, against anything in the Candlelight Ecstasy line.
The dream got more and more intense. He was kissing her all over, moving his face down into her crotch. He opened her cunt and licked into the hot pink wetness of the hole, then up to the clit, which was already hard and excited with anticipation. "Yes," she heard herself whispering, "oh, yes, eat my juicy pussy!"
He came back up her body, sharing the taste of her cunt with Tricia's lips. She lapped her juices off his mouth, sucked them from his tongue. He went down again, to the pink tabs of her hard-nippled tits, and she moaned gleefully as he sucked them even harder.
His hand was between her legs, keeping her cunt ever stimulated, ever wet, ever hungry. A finger slithered like a snake into Tricia's pussy, hitting the spots within that always made her juices ooze, and she writhed eagerly on the bed, feeding him a tit, opening her cunt to his possessive fingerfucking.
His mouth moved ever southward, down toward the pussy. She had her legs flung open widely, and she was holding the labes apart. "Your tongue in me," she said. "I want your goddamn tongue in me!"
He turned her over, and her ass lifted into the air, just as if he were about to fuck her dog-style. Instead of his cock, though, he used his face on Tricia's cunt. He licked up her legs, onto the pussy bun, while she stretched the labes and fingered herself in anticipation. His tongue and her fingers worked in and out simultaneously, and it was a tossup which of them was doing more for Tricia's arousal.
Ken teased her cunt marvelously. God, what a delicious dream! While he was on the west coast, she'd frig herself mercilessly, reliving every moment of this! It was strange how her mind could be so 'aware' during a dream, though. Next time she saw Carl Jung she'd have to ask him about that.
His tongue flicked again and again over the itchy, twitchy gash of Tricia's cunt. She squirmed and moaned with each lick, her own fingers busy deep inside. He took the fingers out of her hole and sucked the juices from them, then re-inserted them for her, and his wrist guided Tricia's as she masturbated furiously.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, "oh, god, fucking yes!"
He moved his mouth upward, spending a tantalizing eternity on her perineum. The tiny strip of border flesh between her anus and her cunt was almost raw from the intensity with which he licked her. He knew that his tongue there always drove her crazy, and Tricia's fingers thrust deeper and harder and faster, in and out of her creamy cunt.
His tongue moved a half-inch north and she made a whooshing sound. He cupped her buttocks and spread them, baring the tiny pink tightness of her clenched asshole.
"I love you here, too," she heard him whisper, and his tongue began to rim and tickle the little rosebud.
No one had ever done that to Tricia Miller before. She almost swooned as his tongue grew more aggressive, as his fingers pried gently but determinedly at the resistance of her sphincter.
He pulled the tiny hole open and his tongue moved into the dilated opening, flicking, stabbing, making shallow but undeniable penetration of her. She jerked at each touch, as if he'd slapped her with a paddle rather than flicked her with his tongue. Her ass grew hotter and hotter, and her fingers became almost maniacal inside her pussy.
"Christ," she panted, "oh, Christ... "
He covered her shitter with his mouth and sucked. The part of her mind that remained conscious during the dream was thinking, God, how gross! He's sucking my asshole! But the vibrant, vital Tricia responded on a gut level, and her body began to shake and quiver in excitement, reacting to the caress of his hot, hungry mouth.
She found that by reaching back she could take hold of his prick, and God, was he hard! Her fist fitted around him and she thought, what a vivid, lifelike dream!
She was totally conscious of the pulsation beating rapidly through his hard cock, and her fingers moistened themselves in the little river of precum that was oozing from his slit. Normally her dreams weren't quite so detailed. She tightened her fist and took his pulse rate -- 100 and climbing -- from the throb of his aroused prick.
His tongue wormed into her rectum. "You're so filthy," she told him in a choked voice, "but you're making me so hot, too... Jesus, Ken, I'm glad this is only a dream... "
He licked up the crack of her ass, then back down, returning to her backdoor for more of the same hot turn-on he'd been giving her.
I'd never do anything like this in real life, Tricia told herself, but considering that I'm asleep and dreaming it all, it really is sort of exciting. It must, she supposed, have been planted in her subconscious by the weird turn that their last night's fuck had taken. She'd never even fantasized about asslicking before.
Her hand caressed his cock lovingly. She liked his size, his hardness, the eagerness his prick always showed to get inside her. As marriages went, they seemed to be perfectly matched. It was all she could do to get her fist around his rod when he was truly turned-on, and oh, fuck, was he ever turned-on right now! And so was she!
And while she played with his prick, his tongue continued to stimulate the maddened tautness of her asshole.
She couldn't believe the way it made her feel, but obviously his suggestion earlier in the night had planted the whole idea in her head, and you did the weirdest things in dreams anyway, because your subconscious was in control.
Tricia couldn't imagine having her asshole licked in real life, but in the dream it felt pretty damn good.
"Let's do it now," she heard him say. Do what? He kissed his way up her body, licking her spine, her shoulderblades. He pushed her long dark hair aside and his mouth found hers.
It felt weird to be kissing him, after he'd had his tongue up her ass, but it was only a dream, after all. She opened her mouth and his lips merged hotly, wetly, with hers, tongues working back and forth from one to the other.
Ken rolled her onto her back, and she fell eagerly to the bed, her arms and legs open for him. He came down upon her, kissing, sucking her tits once more. The nipples throbbed against his tongue.
His finger found her open pussy, opened it a little more. She reached down, grabbed his cock, squeezed it lusciously.
"Oh, yes, let's fuck right now," she told him. "Even if this is just a dream, I want you so bad I can taste it."
He leaned across Tricia's prone, hot body, opening the top left drawer of the small nightstand by the bed. "You don't need the jelly," she giggled. "Can't you feel how wet and hot and 'ready' my cunt is, just for you and that big fat dick?"
"Grease me anyway," he said, winking. "I wanna slip and slide in that tight yummy pussy, like slick tires on an icy road."
She squeezed a gob of jelly into her palm and sat up. "Oh, what a cock," she sighed. "I could make it wet enough just by sucking on it, but if you insist... "
She rubbed her oily hand up and down his arching, jutting length, feeling again the throb and surge of power that pulsated through her husband's cock. Tricia looked up at him, her eyes full of love and lust. "I'm gonna come all over this dick," she whispered in her sultriest voice.
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