by Sophie Pert
This was it, the point of no return. Everything else I could walk back from, everything else was something a man could do.
This was different. I was about to be entered, to have a man bury his thick cock deep inside of me.
I was about to get fucked.
And there wasn’t a thing in the world that I wanted more.
He thrust into me, spearing me from below and spreading the lips of my sex as he buried the first third of his cock with a single thrust. The sensation was so unlike anything I had ever felt before, so foreign and yet so familiar. I knew in a moment that this was something that I would want to feel again and again and again. I knew in a moment that there was nothing that would ever, could ever, feel better than this.
Then he drew out slightly and thrust in again.
My hands gripped the sheets hard as I buried my face in the mattress and screamed. They were not screams of pain, they were screams of pleasure. I was wrong, this, having even more of him inside of me. That made it so much more, brought the sensation to such a higher level. I needed it. I needed more.
He pulled out once more, and thrust in again, burying himself fully in me.
I felt his strong hips bottom out and smack against my ass. The force of it pushed me forward on the bed a bit, and I felt my vision go foggy at the edges as I shuddered. My grip never lessened, but the scream I had let out turned into a long, low moan as he went on.
He pulled himself out of me, pulling out to the end of his cock. I could feel his thick head stretching the lips at the entrance to my sex. Then he thrust in again, slowly and surely feeding my twitching sex each inch of his thickness. He did this again and again, until it moved with ease.
Then he sped up.
He sped and at the same time increased his force. Both hands were on my hips holding me still as he pounded into me again and again, the fury of his thrusts increasing as the rhythm sped up.
I’d never felt anything like this before.
Slowly I came back down to earth, feeling and experiencing him taking me from behind with purpose.
“Oh god yes,” I moaned out loud, my voice unconsciously breaking free of my lips.
My hands released their grip on the pillow and I pushed my upper body off the bed, but I only got an inch before I felt his hand in the middle of my back pushing me back down. He pressed me into the bed, his hand slipping up to grip my shoulder and keep me still while he worked his way into me with purposeful thrusts.
I could hear him grunting behind me, his noises the noises of a man conscious only of his need to seek out satisfaction.
I vibrated with pleasure at the thought that I was the object of his desire. That I had been the one to make someone lose themselves to their need.
I’d never known anything like this before. Never known what it was to be used like this. Never knew what it was to be needed like this.
It felt so good.
His hands gripped my wrists and pulled my arms up and behind me. I was suspended in the air, my upper body dependent on his hold to keep from crashing down to the bed. He pulled my arms together behind me, one of his hands grasping both my wrists and holding them easily in his meaty palm.
With one arm free now he took the opportunity to bend over me, his forceful thrusts continuing, and run his hand up and down my front. He pawed roughly at my breasts, his hand grabbing each of them in turn and then running slightly up. I felt his hand lightly massage my neck, his grip tightening slightly before releasing entirely.
He let me go.
Both hands.
I came crashing down to the bed, unable to keep from smashing into it.
When I took stock of what had happened I noticed a conspicuous absence, the lack of his weight on me, the aching absence between my legs.
He had pulled out of me.
I caught my breath and looked up to see him standing at the side of the bed. He was looking at me with half a cocky grin on his face, his arms crossed as he watched me pant with need. His cock jutted proudly from his hips, calling to me.
I crawled to him.
On hands and knees I let my mouth do the work, pulling his pulsing cock into it and letting my tongue trace circles around his head. The combination of our juices was something completely different. It was delicious and I couldn’t get enough.
I inhaled him, trying as desperately as I could to get as much of him as possible into my mouth as quickly as possible. It was only until I felt my nose bump into his stomach that I realized I had taken all of him.
He fit so well inside of me, and I felt a giggle well up from somewhere deep down in me, vibrating his cock as it was buried deep in my mouth.
I heard him moan in response.
Pulling out I let him pop out of me entirely, gasping for air.
I knew I must have looked flush, a line of saliva dripping down my chin as I stared up at him with watery eyes and a mouth a wide O and saw him looking down at me. His face was filled with kindness and something else. There was my friend there, beneath the animal who needed me.
He took me in his arms, pulling me up and balancing me in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he took my ass in both hands. Our faces were only inches apart and though we had seen each other before we were looking at each other for the first time.
He entered me, letting me fall down onto his cock and burying it into me in one long thrust.
I cried out and so did he, our eyes never leaving each other.
Balanced in his arms he began to thrust in and out of me slowly, passionately, as our eyes closed and our lips met in a needful embrace.
We kissed while he plunged himself into me again and again and again. Our lips and tongues dancing as he filled me completely and let me wanting nothing, nothing but the need to satisfy him and find my satisfaction in his arms.
There, completely secure and filled completely, I felt something start to build in me. I felt it pound through my veins like the beating of a drum, each thud leaving me quivering in its wake, pulsing out through my body like shockwaves that extended further and further each time. They hit with each thrust of his hips, until the reached the very tips of me, until I swear I could feel it in the ends of each strand of hair on my head. Every part of my being was suffused with it, beating in time to the passion of our bodies coming together.
I exploded, boiling over and vibrating in his arms as he continued to thrust into me again and again and again. Leaving me helpless, leaving me subject to him entirely. Leaving my cries of passion pushing out into his mouth as our lips stayed connected.
I came back down to earth and found myself still in his arms, my body working automatically the whole time. Pushing my passion back down into his body in response.
“I’m close,” I heard him whisper between dances of our lips.
I giggled and placing my hands on his shoulders I pulled myself up off of his cock and let myself fall to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
Instantly my hand shot out to wrap my fingers around his slick cock. I pumped quickly, feeling it jump and twitch in my hands as I watched Ryan stare down at me, watching me work. I pointed it towards my breasts, towards my bare skin, and felt him twitch one last time in my hands.
It bubbled up from somewhere deep in his abdomen and when it exploded it did so in time to a cry ripping forth from his mouth. I felt his hot sticky mess hit my bare skin where it burned like fire, the evidence of my final satisfaction, of my success.
Time and again he exploded all over my breasts, coating me with his sticky seed until finally he was spent and he stepped back, staggering slightly.
I giggled and ran to the bathroom, turning on the sink to start cleaning up.
Staring at myself in the mirror I saw a woman with tousled hair, dressed in lingerie and with a glow of pure satisfaction all over her face.
I didn’t get a chance to clean before he stepped into the room, wrapped me up in his arms and passionately kissed me.
When we broke our lips w
e held our embrace and it was with a breathy laugh that I broke the silence, “So that just happened.”
“Yeah,” he said, his eyebrows bouncing slightly.
A pause and then I cautiously asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, a grin breaking over his face, “Are you?”
“Yeah,” I said with a smile, tilting my head up to lightly kiss him before continuing, “I’m all sticky though.”
“Well,” he gestured at the shower, “There is a shower right here.”
I feigned surprise and asked, “Oh I can use the inside shower this time?”
With a grin and a quick pinch of my ass he responded, “Of course, but only if I can join you.”
Dream Girl: Hypnotized to Become a Woman
I’d volunteered for this study for a bunch of reasons. I think mostly though it was just that I didn’t have anything better to do.
I was a college kid without much of a life or anything really to do with myself on a Saturday night. So why not take some time out to participate in a sleep study.
Maybe it might even help me, they had advertised that they were looking for people with trouble sleeping and that had been the case for me lately so maybe doing this study would mean a good night's rest for me for once.
That would be nice.
It had been so long since I’d had a good night's rest.
My roommate had seen to that, he hadn’t been too happy having me around since the “incident”.
It wasn’t my fault, he was a bit of a player you see and was always bringing girls back to the room. Often times late at night once I was already asleep.
One such night happened to happy about two weeks ago, and I had woken up to the giggling of them crashing drunkenly into the room.
There was the sound of a thud against the door and then the flash of light and a crash as the door came flying open. I was jolted awake and lay there blearily watching the door.
At first I saw only silhouettes in the darkness, the shadows of two bodies pressing and separating from each other, the blur of shapes flying from their forms. But then I saw something in depth, in detail.
I saw her first.
She was gorgeous and I didn’t mean to stare I swear but it was like something from out of a dream. She was beautiful and shapely and her skin shone in the moonlight. She was naked, and I could see every inch of her phenomenal form.
Her long legs, her taut tummy, her perky breasts, her long dark hair. I saw her standing there and then I saw him.
My roommate was attractive and successful, an athlete who had been drafted for his abilities and his natural talents.
He was strong, his body built and layered with muscle. I could see his broad shoulders in the moonlight, the ripples of his toned abs, the power in his muscular thighs. I could see his square jaw as the ease with which he moved as he wrapped her up in his arms.
They embraced in the middle of the room, arms and fingers wrapping and touching each others bodies. Exploring each other's athletic bodies as their mouths connected again and again. She let out a giggle, soft and subdued as if she was trying her best to keep quiet. He let out a grunt, low and quiet as if he was trying to hold back.
They fell into bed with a thud and a soft sigh of satisfaction.
There their exploration resumed.
I saw him shifting, hands gripping her and moving her as he slid between her legs. I saw her whimper slightly as he entered her.
They moved in time to each other, hips bucking to meet the body of their partner as they came together again and again with soft grunts and softer moans.
She trembled in his arms, and he took the time to caress a lock of hair out of her face as he kissed her lightly on the cheek and then continued down her neck. She turned to give him access to her neck and her collarbone and then her eyes fell on me across the room and everything went all to hell.
She stiffened up like a board and he noticed. I closed my eyes quickly, trying and wishing I could melt into the covers and disappear. There were quick sharp whispers from their side of the room, I only heard snippets but the meaning was clear and evident.
I was an intruder in their privacy, though I had never meant for that.
I’d just. I’d just made a mistake.
But she didn’t care and she quickly dressed and left. He didn’t care either, wouldn’t care about any excuse I would have.
He made my life a living hell.
Not in any particular way that made it out and out clear that he didn’t like me. He just showed little to no regard for me or my needs.
He didn’t care when I was studying, he let his music blare loudly. He didn’t care when I was sleeping, he would bring friends back to the room and loudly party. He didn’t care when I was trying to keep the room clean, as soon as I was finished he would mess it up again.
He didn’t care for me.
That much was clear.
So I stayed away, only spending time in that room when I absolutely had to. Which at this point meant mainly going back to sleep.
Which also meant that I wasn’t getting much sleep.
Hence this study. You see it wasn’t that I had insomnia, I just had an asshole of a roommate who hated me.
Hence trouble sleeping.
You know what the worst part was, the saddest part of this whole thing. That night was the first night I had ever even seen a woman naked. The first time I had seen a woman naked in real life and it had been that.
God I was sad. Even I thought I was a nerd.
In a way I just wished I knew what his secret was, what made him so able to talk to women so easily.
Take today.
On my way here I walk through the cafeteria and who do I see but my roommate. He’s sitting at a table, chatting up some stranger who I’ve never seen and I’m fairly sure he’s never seen either.
She was gorgeous. Blonde and thin with long hair and full lips. She looked like a model, like someone you would see on a runway. Her legs were delicate and long, her arms beautiful and toned. She had this wistfulness to her that just took my breath away.
And my roommate was talking to her as if they were old friends. I mean I guess they could have been but I’d seen him do this exact same thing a dozen times with a dozen women all just as beautiful as she was.
In that moment I wished I was him, I wished I knew how to be that easy going with anyone. I wasn’t that easy going even with people I’d known my entire life.
I know I was staring, and I must have caught her eye because she turned to look at me from across the room and it was like my heart stopped and started to ache. She stared at me strangely, as if she recognized me. But that couldn’t be the case.
I’d never talked to a woman that gorgeous before. I’d barely even been within shouting distance of a woman that gorgeous before.
Still she stared at me, her eyes locked onto me.
I shook it off, sighed and walked on past.
I would never get to be with a woman like that.
I envied my roommate.
And now here I was, sitting in a waiting room waiting for what comes next.
This sleep study had mentioned that it was using an experimental technique to help people achieve restful sleep and was looking for test subjects who experienced difficulty sleeping. They specifically mentioned chronic insomnia and a host of other technical sounding words that meant difficulty sleeping. I was fairly sure that ‘being kept up by your jerk of a roommate’ didn’t qualify so I left that off of the form I filled out.
The introductory form had been short and to the point, name, number of hours slept per night, when the sleep difficulties had occurred, a section on recurring dreams, etc.
I found the section on dreams interesting. I put down the honest truth, I didn’t dream. I hadn’t really dreamt since I was a kid and even then it was just snippets at the beginning of the night. I felt like I had dreams while I slept, because there were vague memories creeping into my thoughts when I w
oke up in the morning. What those dreams were was beyond me though. Only general feelings and occasionally a single image.
So I put down the truth, in very little detail, and hoped that would be enough.
A door opened, I guessed the door that led into the rest of the lab, and a man in a lab coat came walking out. He honestly looked like he wasn’t much older than me, which made sense since he was probably just a grad student.
He introduced himself but to be honest I was so tired at this point that I wasn’t really paying much attention. We went through the usual back and forth that you go through when you’re meeting someone for the first time. I was only half paying attention the whole time and it was only until he told me to follow him and I had to move that I think I really started functioning properly again.
I got up and followed him through the door to the rest of the lab.
There was a white hallway, sterile and clean looking and empty. It seemed to go on forever and as we walked the man in the lab coat started explaining the process to me.
“So basically the study is to try to induce a specific dream using only audio signals,” he explained, “We are essentially going to hypnotise you, but only using audio cues, no actual words. Hopefully what will happen is that we will have a specific feature in your dream, that we’ll make you dream about something specific.
“I’m sure you can imagine how useful this would be for therapy and treatment of PTSD and various things like that. By being able to induce a specific dream, we can help patients work through whatever anxiety they are having and come out the other side better for the treatment.”
“Okay,” I said, quietly, “So what type of dream are you going to make me have?”
“Well it should just be like a regular dream,” he explained, “You’ll fall asleep as normal, except this time you’ll remember the dream when you wake up. Also, theoretically, you’ll have the specific dream we want you to have.”
“Yeah but what type of dream is it going to be?” I asked, “What are you going to make me dream?”
“Pineapples,” he said.