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Dream Lover
by Anonymous (1997)

***

A headmaster at an all girl's school is "taken 
advantage of" one night while asleep. (Mf, ped)

***

I’ve never spoken of this before because if the story 
ever came out it would ruin me. However this late in 
life there is little danger in that. I spent my life as 
a teacher and later as a headmaster. I was at one point 
the headmaster of a very well respected girl’s school. 

Yes I know it is still rare for a man to be headmaster 
of such a school but I ended up with the position 
through a series of odd happenings and all in all I 
think it turned out rather well. 

One of the most cherished traditions of the school was 
the island camp. It had been going on for so long that 
no one knew just how or why it started. The young 
ladies of the ninth class would host it for the girls 
of the eighth class as a sort of welcoming into the 
upper grades. Always on the weekend following the last 
examinations of the year it was in effect the final 
affair of the school year except for graduation. 

The island was in the middle of the large lake near the 
school and was bare of any buildings. A small dock and 
the tent platforms with their fire pits were the only 
man made structures. Usually there were about twenty or 
twenty five girls escorted by a few teachers and the 
headmaster or headmistress. 

From Friday night until Sunday afternoon the girls did 
their own cooking and just spent time gathered in small 
groups doing whatever seemed important to each group. 

The teachers formed a sort of oversight committee and 
dock guard. Since the dock was the only place where a 
landing could be made the presence of their tents there 
effectively prevented any young men from visiting. With 
my tent set off by itself at the far end of the site we 
had the young ladies surrounded and protected. I never 
dreamed that maybe there were others that needed 
protection.

I must admit that I never really enjoyed the whole 
thing. It was enjoyable to watch all the goings on but 
the idea of camping just left me cold. I soon acquired 
the habit of drinking a bottle of good wine in the 
privacy of my tent before retiring. This helped me get 
a good night’s rest and really was the only way I could 
get through the affair. 

On the night in question I was fast asleep when the 
dream started. Have you ever had one so real that you 
would swear it all was real? Well this one was like 
that. As I had never married I often had erotic dreams 
and some of them were quite detailed. I suppose this 
was normal since I had few chances to actively pursue 
the fair sex due to my position. As this dream went on 
it became almost overpowering. 

It started out with the feel of flesh next to me. Lips 
kissing mine. Hands exploring my body and my hands 
returning the favor. I was kissing back and enjoying 
the feel of the loveliest small breasts under my palms. 
I knew that I was groaning and writhing as the dream 
gripped me but I could not or would not awaken fully. 
Then there were lips on my swollen manhood. As soft as 
butterfly wings and as insistent as sunrise they 
continued until I spasmed. It was not yet over however. 

The phantom lips and hands continued to explore and 
tease me. Then I was hard once more. Only this time it 
was a different pair of lips that engulfed my member. 
Legs straddled me as ever so slowly I was taken inside 
the smallest, tightest, and warmest pussy. There was a 
moment of being blocked by something. A sudden movement 
by my lover a gasp and with a popping feeling I was 
taken in my full measure. 

I lay there overwhelmed by the feelings for a long 
time. Then she started to move and within minutes I was 
matching her thrust for thrust and move for move. My 
hands held her by her slim waist as our bodies bucked 
and pounded. 

Feeling the pressure building I resisted as long as I 
could. Finally she forced herself down on me and with 
my buried deeply inside her body she began her own 
climax. Of course this was more that any man could take 
and I joined her. We rode our climaxes until the world 
quieted. Then she slid off of me and snuggled down with 
her head on my chest and my hand cupping a perfect 
breast. We slept. 

When I awoke in the morning I remembered everything. 
This in itself was odd. Then I noticed the smell. The 
smell that is caused by two bodies sharing the most 
intimate activities. I could smell her sex so strong it 
was a taste. My hands still remembered the feel of her 
flesh and my body remembered the feel of her hands upon 
it. 

Slightly stunned by the aftereffects of my dream I 
uncovered. I was shocked to see the dried blood and 
other fluids the skin of my crotch and on the bedding. 
My dream lover had been real. I spent a long time 
sitting there trying to understand before I came to 
realize the truth. Sometime during the night one of the 
students had snuck into my tent and had sacrificed her 
virginity on the alter of my body. My God, what was I 
going to do? Nobody would ever believe that I thought 
the whole thing a dream. 

Well, as you might guess I spent a long time trying to 
figure out who my dream lover had been. I never saw any 
sign from those present nor was there ever any hint of 
scandal. Then one day some years later I received this 
note in the mail. 


   Dear Headmaster Smythe, 

   Many a time I wished it had been possible to repeat
   our one night of bliss. I suppose that I raped you
   and for that I must beg forgiveness. However, I would
   not take my actions back. You must know that I loved
   you from afar for years and our time together still
   remains the best thing in my life. 

   I blush to write this but often it is your face I
   see and your body I feel as I make love to my husband
   or when I pleasure myself during his absences. You
   were my first love and lover. Know that you are still
   loved dearly. Think of me and maybe remember that
   night. 

   With all my love

   Your loving student


Needless to say I have thought of her often and I must 
blush to say many was the time when I was alone at 
night I pleasured myself thinking of her young firm body
and how it felt.

I still wish I that I knew who my dream lover was.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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