The swelling bubble of her climax grew bigger. But it wouldn't explode. Let me come! Oh, please! Please let, me come!
But since it was a dream, there was no logic to anything. They could all come, but she couldn't.
Mike and Lee raped her mouth until both their pricks squirted leaping jets of jism down her throat. They withdrew their cocks from her lips and let them spurt in her face. She licked at the flying gobs of cum wildly.
"Ummmm! Ohhnnn! Oh God, fuck me! Let me come! Make me come!" she wailed.
Suddenly Rick pierced her cunt so violently with his cock that it lifted her off the bed. She felt another fountain of cum flooding her aching slit.
Then they were all swarming over her writhing body, changing positions. She felt hungry mouths tearing at her tits and her ass. Hands and fingers were jammed quickly in and out of her.
Lee spread her asscheeks and impaled her asshole on his stiff prick with one quick thrust. A moment later Mike plunged his cock into her dripping pussy. Rick's long cock was back in her mouth, and Carla as sucking her nipple with savage motion.
Joyce writhed and squirmed and moaned as the four of them plundered her body. If she could only come she knew it would all be worth it. The stupendous orgasm that would give her release just wouldn't arrive.
But no matter how much she yearned and strained, she couldn't come. The hammering relentless cocks of the three men never grew limp. When one spouted cum into her mouth or whole or cunt, another took its place. Soon her whole thrashing body as wet and slippery with cum.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohhh! God, I want to come!" she wailed, tossing and shuddering in beautiful torment.
And suddenly she realized that she was awake, in her own bed. The river of cum on her trembling body were really rivers of her own sweat.
The damp sheets were wildly twisted. Her cunt throbbed with crazy insistent need her tit and nipples ached and her blood roared crazily. Oh God, if I don't come I'll die! she thought.
CHAFFER ELEVEN
She wondered why she hadn't been able to come. She knew that if what had happened to her in the dream had taken place in real life, the orgasms would have been killing. Just remembering it all got her even more excited.
It was as if she could still feel their rough urgent bodies pressing her quivering flesh. Fucking me everywhere! she thought, amazed. All at once!
"God, I wish it had really happened!" she whispered to herself.
But right now, with the need to come still throbbing in her body, there was no one to fuck her. Except herself. She ran her hands all over her feverish body and felt her flesh almost wince with need.
But it was three o'clock in the morning. She couldn't just phone someone, wake them out of a sound sleep, beg them to come over and fuck her. "God! God!" she moaned over and over to herself.
Her body was sticky with swat. Maybe if I take a bath, she though. Maybe it'll calm me down.
She went into the bathroom and started the water. While it ran, she gazed at her tawny, voluptuous body in the mirror. She knew what a desirable body it was. Not many girls are built like you are, honey, she smiled at herself.
Not since she was eighteen had she taken such an interest in her own body. She had let others enjoy and admire it. She watched while desire for her body reduced them to a hot jelly of sexual hunger.
There was no reason why she shouldn't pay some attention to it herself. She rubbed her hands softly up and don the smooth skin of her thighs, her stomach, her midriff. She stopped just short of the full globes of her tits, enjoying the tingling that feathered her nerve.
Gently she dug the heel of her hand into her cunt, pushing down on her pubic mound. Her knees weakened as the hot sensations gripped her.
She shut off the water and climbed into the bath. For a while she lay on her back in the warm water, barely moving. She let the water lap over her, as she watched the thick hair at her cunt float, while her wide round nipples stiffened and stood with raked bumps, then soften again into swollen buds.
With her fingertips she caressed her long stomach. She began where it dipped beneath the inverted vee of her ribs. She inserted one finger into the deep fucking cup of her navel. Then she let the backs of her knuckles trail on down her belly and across the silky flatness where it sloped between the twin rises of her pelvic bones.
She dipped her hands into the water and ran them along her inner thighs below her cunt. She was careful not to touch the achy slit itself. Instead she drew the heel of each hand up to where each thigh joined her crotch. Then she dug them down and in, making a vise that squeezed her tight throbbing pussylips together.
She gulped. Her eyelids fluttered as the hot sensations coursed through her. Tae it slow, take it slow! she told herself. The thought of all the things she could do to her body to make herself come made her delirious with excitement.
Her hands trailed upwards again, across her shimmering stomach to her barely slackened tits. They spread over her chest in large round pools, bulging at the sides. They were creamier than the rest of her tanned body, sloping up like firm hills to the half-erect cones of her big nipples.
She lifted her wet tits, looked at them, rolled them around in her hands. She squeezed them, watching her ten fingers press into their firm resilience, marveling at the way her nipples puffed and enlarged. She remembered how the first boy who had over fucked her had come like a shot the first time he took one of these beauties into his mouth.
She took the soap from its dish and got it wet and began to lather her whole upper body. She worked up a thick creamy foam of suds and let it lubricate her hands as they slid all over her slick flesh.
Her nipples were now tight and hard ad new round berries. They jabbed her palms as her hands slid over them. She planted a palm flat on each tingling tits and massaged them in circles.
At first she did it slowly. Then faster. Then a furious pressing whirl of her hands on her slippery tits. She felt them sizzle with heat. Her nipples throbbed and pointed.
Her knees began to leap reflexively out of the water. She bit her lip and heard herself whimpering mindlessly. She soaped her entire body and lay trembling in the water, moaning, running her hands over every inch of her slippery skin.
My God, she thought. At this rate I'll never make it out of the bath! I'll come right here. But I can't let that happen. I want to prolong it.
Only one more thing. Just one more, then I'll get out. Before it becomes too good and I just let it happen right then. .
She took the washcloth, holding it by one corner, and dangled it in the water between her spread thighs. Then slowly, she drew it up her groin, drawing it across hr open cuntlips.
She did it again and again. Each time she drew it upward the wet cloth traveled more deeply in her exposed channel, riding into the blossomed flesh of her cunt. It scraped across the pulsing nub of her clit. Joyce's trembling thighs closed instinctively on the slow slithery washcloth.
Again and again she drew the taut wet cloth up her clenching pussy. She clamped it tight with her thighs and gritted her teeth to withstand the excruciating pleasure that shot through her body.
"Ohhhnnnn… Ohh!" she moaned aloud, her wet squirming body splashing uncontrollably in the warm water.
Oh, I have to get out and do it on the bed. Oh, it feels so good!
Hurrying, not wanting to waste a minute, she pulled the plug, got out of the bath and toweled herself off. She went into the bedroom, feeling fresh and moist, glowing and pleasantly weak with sexual need.
She set out some bottles and jars of after bath oils and body creams on the dresser. As she looked dawn at the rumpled sheets, she couldn't help recalling the dream. The joyous feeling of all of them fucking her at once made her blood leap.