I woke up horny this morning. It must have been that dream I barely remember as being so real, so hot. As I closed my eyes, my hands slowly sculpted my breasts and one made its way to my pussy. I was wet. No not wet, soaked. Oh my God, that must have been some intense dream. As I started to finger myself, wishing I could remember more of it.
It started while I was at Church, at gospel practice. I remember singing a duet with Rob and it didn’t go well initially. Steve, our director, made us sing it over and over again, until I was ready to walk out. But finally, we got the harmonies right and it was perfect. After that the dream got fuzzy.
Of course! Now I remember, Rob and I went for a drink to celebrate our success. I think it was a restaurant and recall some soft jazz music in the background. Then a couple of Rob’s friends saw us and bought us a second round. They joined us at our table and ordered some wings too. The smell of fried chicken hung heavy in the air, definitely a restaurant.
It was coming back now. The guys’ names were LeRoy and Devonte. They were cute, but I got the impression for some reason that they were gay. We talked about the craziness in the world today, about how Black Lives Matter was the right thing but driven by the wrong people for the wrong reasons. I noticed there was only one other Black couple in the packed restaurant, but didn’t say anything.
After another round of drinks and some more wings, the conversation got around to relationships. It turns out that Leroy, Devonte and Rob had all gone to high school together and had dated the same girl, Elenora, at one time or another. Not gay!
They laughed at how each of them had tried to bed her but she didn’t have any of that. Now they each had girlfriends and it sounded like they were pretty serious, with Devonte talking marriage.
They asked me if I was in a relationship and I hated to admit that I was between boyfriends. They were very nice and comforting, complimenting me on my looks and “rocking bod” as Rob put it. If it hadn’t been for the fourth round of drinks we had just finished I think I would have objected to their misogyny and condescension, but I was quite inebriated to say the least and in the dream I loved hearing their words.
The next thing I knew we were all in an Uber, but it was pretty small, so I was crushed between Devonte and Leroy in the backseat. If it hadn’t been a dream, the recollection that Leroy kissed me, long, deep and so sexy, would have concerned me greatly.
At this point in recalling my smoking dream, I had two fingers in my pussy and giving it all I had, laying on the bed with my eyes closed trying to remember what happened next.
I recalled that I had kissed Leroy back and we continued to make out for a while. It was getting hard to focus on the dream as I worked on my clit, so I slowed down and thought back to the dream.
The next thing I could pull out of my brain, was pulling Devonte’s zipper down while kissing Leroy. I started to play with Devonte’s cock through his boxers, and Leroy worked his mouth down to my nipple after unbuttoning my blouse.
Then next thing I can remember is being carried into a strange house and put on some bed where I was suddenly naked with three cocks and six hands all over my body.
At this point in reliving the dream I was so close to cumming that I pushed three fingers in and ravaged my sopping pussy. After a few minutes or maybe twenty, I didn’t know or care, I came hard, letting my soprano skills shine. After several waves of intense pleasure, I was spent. But the visions from the dream played on in my head, now as if they were real.
I had three cocks buried in me and I was getting punished, but loving it. I recalled screaming loudly as I came over and over again. Finally, the dream drew to completion as I sucked all three guy’s cocks, one at a time, until they unloaded done my throat.
I lay on the bed, eyes still closed, in a state of euphoria after my spectacular orgasm, making a mental note to remember and replay that dream a few more times in the coming days or weeks.
Then I heard the door open and Rob say, “Yeah, she’s awake and definitely ready for more.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mpkmgn/my_dream_just_last_night_i_was_at_church