Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Wet Dream
Date: 4 Dec 1995 02:23:13 GMT

			     A Wet Dream?
				  by
				Smallone

	I had always secretly desired to get into my friend Mitch's
wife, Angie's, pants. She wasn't beautiful nor ugly but rather she was
right in the middle of average and pretty, maybe a little closer to
pretty. She was five foot three, ever since I've known her she was
always about fifteen pounds over her ideal weight and she probably
sported 36Cs which looked even bigger because she was otherwise small.

	Mitch died eighteen months ago of cancer. Since then I have
helped out whenever I could. I took their son to football, baseball
and basketball games when I could scrounge up an extra ticket. I
helped her learn her new computer. That was the dangerous part, I
really had to restrain myself to avoid doing something that I would
regret later. When I would get her house, I would always give her a
kiss as I entered and when I would leave I would give her another,
more intimate kiss and hug. Recently, however as I left, I would let
my hands trail along her body, copping a feel of her big tits as I
would break off the hug.

	At first she said nothing about my wondering hands but then as
I got bolder, letting them linger longer on her tits, she started to
admonish me but still she didn't move away from me nor did she try to
remove my hands. Our kisses became more passionate to the point that
we were frenching and she would press her big soft boobs into my chest
and rub them around on me. I guess I should mention that because of
his cancer, Mitch and Angie couldn't have intercourse for the last two
years of his life, which meant that she had not had sex for three and
a half years other than possibly masturbation.

	One Thursday night Angie called and asked me to help set her
up for receiving Conference mail and to hook into the Internet. I knew
that although she and my wife were friends, my wife would hit the
ceiling if I told her that I was going to work on Angie's computer all
day Saturday, so I told her that I was going to attend a workshop
Saturday. I went to bed Friday night with big expectations for the
next morning, as I knew that she would be alone, her son was at his
grandmother's house for the weekend and she had giggled when I told
her that I would expect her to only wear a nightgown.

	I got up the next morning, did my exercises, ran for an hour,
shaved, showered, and had breakfast. Although I had indicated that I
would be there around nine, I fully intended to there at eight o'clock
and was. I rang the door bell and Angie asked, "Who's there?"

	"It's me!" I advised. "Right on time!" I added.

	Opening the door she said, with a puzzled look on her face, "I
could have sworn that you said nine o'clock."

	I immediately noticed that she was only wearing a transparent
nightgown. I moved in to kiss her, as was our normal greeting. We
embraced passionately for about a full minute. I could feel the heat
of her huge mammaries through the thin shirt that I was wearing as
well as feel her nipples become erect as she moved them around on my
chest. Unlike most greeting, I allowed my hands to move around to her
tits, fondling them and tweaking her already erect nipples into full
hardness.

	Her breath was becoming ragged when she said, "Nate, I don't
think that your hands belong there." But as usual made no move to stop
me.

	I bent down to kiss her again, this time I left my hands
manipulating her large tits. She opened her mouth as my tongue began
to search for hers and threw her arms around my neck. After a few
minutes of this, I felt her right hand leave my neck and soon felt it
grasp my cock.

	I have what I call a balloon cock. When it's soft it's really
small but when it gets hard it's really long, ten inches, and thick,
three plus inches. Having been Mitch's fraternity brother, I had seen
him naked and erect. He didn't have a small cock but his must have
been a couple inches shorter than mine and definitely nowhere near as
thick.

	She slowly stroked my prick causing it grow and grow and grow.
When it was fully erect, Angie gasped as she realized just how big I
was. I moved my hands from her boobs to her ass and lifting her off
the ground and stood straight up. She immediately wrapped her legs
around my waist and ground her dripping pussy against my cock. I
slowly began walking us down the hallway to her bedroom as we
continued our passionate embrace and laid her down on the bed without
missing a beat.

	As we ground our hips against each other, Angie began to moan.
She moved her hands between us to unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants and
pull them down. She then grabbed my cock, placed it to the entrance of
her love tunnel. She humped her crotch up against mine swallowing my
thick rod with her hot, wet, hole.

	I didn't need an invitation, so I began to pump her hot,
tight, wet cunt for all that I was worth as she matched me stroke, for
long, hard stroke. It didn't take Angie long to cum, since she had
gone so long without any attention other than by her own hand and we
had been at it for almost fifteen minutes before actually fucking. She
went stiff for a brief second and then began to tremble like an
earthquake. Her pussy was first crushing and then releasing my prick
in time with her pulsating orgasm. I felt her fluids flowing freely.

	I hadn't stopped plumbing her and as soon as her orgasm
subsided sufficiently she began to match my strokes again. She had two
more earthshaking orgasms before we came together and then collapsed
out of exhaustion.

	Angie spoke first, "Oh God Nate! How could you do that to me.
How will I ever look Diane in the face again, knowing that I committed
adultery with her husband?"

	"Angie, first of all I didn't do anything to you. We had a
beautiful sexual experience. Secondly, you know that Diane and I have
not had regular intimacy in years. You needed this as much as I did.
In a way, Diane would probably thank you. You know, for keeping me
from bothering her for a night or so."

	While we were talking my cock was getting hard again. Angie
moaned in pleasure as my sausage filled her quim and began to sneak in
little movements that caused my bloated prick to rub over her clit.
Taking this as a hint that she wanted more yet not wanting to have her
blame me for our resumed fucking, I rolled us over so that now I was
on the bottom and she was able to control the action. I pulled her
face to mine, locking into a passionate kiss again and then proceeded
to fondle both tits paying special attention to her sensitive, erect
nipples.

	This was too much for her to resist. Her hips became a blur as
she proceeded to pound her cunt repeatedly onto my shaft. She came a
half dozen times every one as powerful as the first one, before I
finally squelched her fires with my abundant silver seed. Again we
collapsed in exhaustion only this time, Angie kept her hips moving
slowly, just enough to prevent my prick from deflating.

	We lay like that for ten or fifteen minutes and then I said,
"Remember, we have work to do on the computer."

	We went into the bathroom and cleaned up. As I was about to
get dressed, Angie said with a sly grin on her cute face, "There's no
need to do that. It will just slow us down later. I fully intend to
put that huge cock of yours to good use."

	I nodded my head in agreement and we went into the "computer"
room. I sat down on the chair in front of the computer and put the
first disk in the drive to begin coping the software. Angie scooted
under the table, forced my knees apart and proceeded to give me one
hell of a blow job. In spite of the fact that I had just cum twice, my
prick became fully erect in just seconds with her sucking on it.

	She struggled to get my thick prick all the way into her
throat but as soon as her lips pressed against my belly, she began to
suck my cock in long, quick strokes while twisting her head around on
it. Her throat was so tight that it crushed my thick pole. I couldn't
figure out how she was able to take it all since no other woman in the
past had deep throated me.

	I finished getting the software copied just as I blew my wad
into her mouth. She started to back off so I grabbed her head and held
her there as I pumped a full cup of spunk into her sucking mouth. She
swallowed every bit of it and then began sucking on my cock
immediately, to keep it hard. Once she was sure that it was hard, she
scooted out from under the table, straddled my lap facing the
computer, took my dick in her hand placing it between her bloated
pussy lips and pressed down until my manhood was buried fully into her
twat.

	She then took my hands off the keyboard, placed them on her
big boobs and said, "Tell me what to do so I can learn how to do it."

	I instructed her what to do while she bounced up and down in
my lap. Not enough to make us cum, just enough to keep her wet and me
hard. I began getting a little rougher with my fondling of her large
tits, squeezing, twisting and pulling on her nipples while we worked.

	We finished with the first program and began second but Angie
couldn't stand the sexual tension any longer and began fucking me in
earnest. She was almost standing at the top of her stroke, with just
the head of my cock still inside of her and then sat down quickly,
impaling herself on my enormous weapon. Her breath became ragged and
irregular as the knot began to tighten in her belly. She came as she
sat down, my cock touching her in places that had not been touched
before today.

	"Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!" she wailed as yet another earth
shaking orgasm washed over her well rounded body, causing her to shake
and tremble. Before we started again we decided to go into the kitchen
and get something to drink.

	All of a sudden I woke up, it had all been a dream. I looked
at my clock. It was a quarter to six, fifteen minutes before I
normally got up to run. I did my exercises, ran for an hour, shaved,
showered, and had breakfast. Although I had indicated that I would be
there around nine, I fully intended to there at eight o'clock and was.
I rang the door bell and Angie asked, "Who's there?"

	"It's me!" I advised, "Right on time!" I added.

	Opening the door she said, with a puzzled look on her face, "I
could have sworn that you said nine o'clock."

	I immediately noticed that she was only wearing a transparent
nightgown. I moved in to kiss her, as was our normal greeting. We
embraced passionately for about a full minute. I could feel the heat
of her huge mammaries through the thin shirt that I was wearing as
well as feel her nipples become erect as she moved them around on my
chest. Unlike most greeting, I allowed my hands to move around to her
tits, fondling them and tweaking her already erect nipples into full
hardness.

	Well my friends, I'll leave it to you as to whether my dream
was just a wet dream or a premonition of joys to come.
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