In My Dreams - Massage - Sex Stories

In My Dreams - Massage

... that I was complaining, because what the men were doing to me felt wonderful, and I wanted it to continue.

Next, the men traded places, and the one who had massaged me held my legs apart, while the other played with my snatch. He had a different technique, it seems, and whatever arousal I got from the first guy was doubled. I started to squirm as he touched me, repeatedly triggering involuntary jerks as he hit delicious nerves. I was beyond worrying about what they were doing to me and only concerned that they might stop.

Then, the last thing I expected happened, and Jolene approached the table. The man playing with my pussy moved away, and Jolene started a vibrator, which she pressed against my clit. The shock was instantaneous, and I about lost my composure, moaning and jerking to its intensity. The man who left my snatch now started massaging the backs of my legs again, up to the point that they met my rear, where he grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them, softly at first, then harder, before he spread my cheeks open.

I had never had such sexy things done to me, and it was all happening at once. Legs open and massaged, cheeks squeezed and spread, and the ...

... vibrator on my pussy. It was too much to bear, and I felt my orgasm building. It was too late to stop it, and I squirmed and jerked while I moaned and felt like screaming. And if it weren't enough, the guy at my cheeks stopped squeezing and spreading and slid his fingers into me, first one and then a second. He pushed in and out, and I moaned loudly, squirming all the more, and loving the intense feelings. They were all relentless in their sexual ambush of my body, and I could not resist any of it!

The excitement of the hands on me, the fingers in me, and the vibrator on top was hitting me all at once. It was too much, and I jerked with all my might, held back a scream as best I could, and came right there on the table.

And then I woke up! It was only a dream. And I suppose it makes sense that once I'd come in the dream, I'd wake up, which I did. Then I realized my hands were on my snatch and that I had actually come, leaving my fingers and sheet wet from my juices. As I cleaned myself up, I thought about how relaxed I felt, how my dream seemed so real, and how wonderful it was.

I hope to have that dream again, and by telling you, I hope you'll have such a dream, too.