Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2019 11:25:32 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Wet Dream WET DREAM By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is fiction. The events and characters bear no relationship to any person or event in real life. This is solely for the purposes of fantasy. Compliments, complaints, comments to encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty. The archive needs your help. I had a dream. It was a boy and a girl. Nine years old, maybe 10. Not older than that. The girl is in pigtails and leggings over a long frilly shirt. The boy has a mop of black hair and is in shorts and a T. They don't have names. They aren't real. Neither come anywhere close to breaking 5 foot. They are both skinny. Lean. Their faces unformed yet, not set in the adult pattern. Their skin supple and without blemish. Their eyes - blue as the Florida Straits -- are clear. I take the girly's frilly shirt off. She is flat chested, her belly a bit pooched out with baby fat. She is skin and bones. Despite the fact that she is in no way different from the boy above the waist, she is shy about being shirtless. The boy strips his shirt off readily. He too is lean and undeveloped. Fucking gorgeous. Off come the leggings and off come the shorts. They look small nearly naked. The girl, in my dream, has on simple cotton underwear and the boy in superhero briefs. They cover the private parts and give nothing away. They are awkward this way and clearly shy. The knees are big and their legs bony, just lke the arms. But what I want to do can't be done unless you are naked. Or at least the business end has to be uncovered. Fuck. What a sight. I take the underwear off of both of them. They don't stop me or protest. They expect it. The boy is hard. His dick points up to his chin, the size of my index finger, his balls a bag of two marbles. He is hard because there is some dormant place in the mind of all boys that reacts to sexual stimuli. It is involuntary but it is a glorious sight. The girl, her camel toe showing, and it always looks like there is something missing down there but there isn't. It is the lock for the key. She covers hereself. He doesn't. His dick may be small but he loves it and is proud of it. He and I are both hard. I am naked in my dream. Naked and hard. I all ready leak pre cum in anticipation of the wickedness I will do. She watches as I sit the boy down and get between his legs and suck his dick. His eyes are wide, suprised at how that feels. He's rubbed it, of course, all boys have. Even prepubescent boys know their dick is a special part of them. It is truly like sucking on a finger. I let my rough tongue slid along the shaft of it, my lips clamped down, sucking on it as I do. He makes no spunk, of course, but he can feel the pleasure of it all the same. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that she is watching. Just watching. I wish she would touch herself but she doesn't, whether shy or unfamiliar with her body or for whatever reason. But I will touch her there. Indeed I will. I have her sit next to the boy. Are they brother and sister? That would be hot. So I decide that they are. She has her legs together, trying to hide her pussy. I gently pry them apart. I want at it. I can put my mouth around the whole of her pussy, run my tongue into her fuck canal. Then I run it up between the labia and up to the clit, gently flicking at it. She gasps. She felt that. I lick the folds of the skin of her pussy. I look over and the boy is stroking himself. He is a young horndog and I like that. I rub my tongue along it, getting it wet. I work it into the hole and around before nibbling on her little clit, sending paroxysms of pure lust to her preteen brain. The boy is smiling. He wants some too. He may only be a boy, a little boy, hairless and beautiful, but he dreams of one day, of being a stud. Now is the time to start. I give way and let him in there, licking at it. He is hard as a rock and I take that firm dick in between my thumb and forefinger, stroking him as he does his business between her legs. I grab his firm round ass. I massage his hairless taint, trying to get at the small button of a prostate, dreaming of having my dick in his ass. He looks up at me, smiling, some of her pussy juice streaming down. I want to kiss him. He is surprised that a kiss involves tongue. But he has never known passion before either and what the passionate kiss does. The girl wants in and she kisses me too. My hand goes to her crotch to rub her as she does kiss. Then I send her over to the boy but I keep stroking her fine bald pussy as she does. Return the favor. Suck him. Suck your brother. Get him off. I don't want either to suck me. I'm saving my stamina for later. But it is hot to see her doing what I did before. He grabs her head and pushes it down on that cock. Almost universal in males: take it deep. He has a smile on his face. He's loving it. Not even in shouting distance of being a teenager and he has learned the most important lessoin of all: fucking is great. Your dick makes you a man. I tell him to fuck her. They can take each other's cherry. Even with her small box, his dick will not fill it up. But for the first time, she will feel the weight of another on her crotch, and not for the last time either. She'll be a slut before she is done, hankering after the ecstasy that only a hard dick slamming up in you can provide. The boy gets between her legs and looks up at me, anxious and uncertain. I put my hand on his fine firm ass and push him forward toward the honey hole gently. It is sticking up and he bends to get it in. He slides it along the crack before getting it in. Then he bangs up against her. He looks up again, surprised. Then he laughs. It feels good and it's fun and funny and why wouldn't you want to do this? Then he begins to move back and forth. A million years of evolution kick in. He knows instinctively that movement is required. Plus the friction feels good. I sit back, stroking my own hard dick, watching two bony bodies come together, both supple and unblemished, firm and unripe. God, it is a beautiful sight. I put a hand on his ass as he fucks the girl. I slip a finger up between the cheeck, going for hte rosebud of his asshole. Just to massage it, give him a little bit extra pleasure. When he doesn't stop me, I lick it and then go back, slipping it past his tight sphincter into the ass beyond. He looks at me again, suprised, but he doesn't make me pull it out and he doesn't stop fucking her with his ragged uneven strokes. Then I see his face begin to screw up tight, that look of pain and ecstasy, the orgasm face, his breathing ragged and uncertain and his hips fucking her as hard as him undeveloped muscles can go. A long, powerful and dry orgasm. He pulls out, falls back and starts laughing. It is hilariously funny. The girl too, laughs. But I want to fuck her. She won't be laughing then. Her eyes got big as I got between her legs, my fat long dick sticking straight out. She's gping to have to take it, that's all there is to it. I get up to her, rubbing dick up and down along the crack of her pussy, letting the folds of it wrap around and massage my throbbing cock. She is wide eyed, scared, not knowing what it will be like to take a man's dick in her tight hole. I let the head of my dick rest against her clit, rub gently, send the fire to her brain. Up and down, I rub back and to. In it goes. She is slick. She gasps, grunts hard. In pain. She leans up, pushes against my belly but I push it in. Inside of her, I stop and tell her that it'll be okay. It'll feel good soon. She just needs to get used to it. The worse of it has passed and I pull back some, half way out and then go forward. This time she doesn't protest. Good. Time to get to fucking. Slowly at first, in and out. Her hole is so tight -- not just from the virginity being violated but from her smallness overall. The walls of her pussy grip my dick snugly. I hope I can hold out to bring her to her first real orgasm. As I fuck her, I reach down and massage her clit gnetly. Slow is good. Let her get used to the motion. I look over and the boy is hard again, or maybe never lost his erection. He is flogging his tool, his hand the perfect size to stroke it. He is looking at us doing it with fascination. It is a turn on for me, of course. I would love to fuck his tight little ass. She moans. I fuck her harder. You can't help but. I can't. It is hot. Banging an elementary school chick. Fuck. But you have to be gentle. She reaches down and takes over massaging her own clit, knowing instinctively better how to pleasure herself than I ever will. So, time to just fuck. Gentle has it's time but now it is fucking time. Faster. Harder. I push her legs back and roll her up on her back so I can get a good angle and pile drive that hot box. She likes that too. She groans and moans and sighs and whimpers and makes all the sex noises that get made in response to life's greatest pleasure. She is feeling it and I am too. I am fucking hot and bothered, going to town on this bald pussy. I bring the boy over and have him stand over her so I can suck his fine little prick as I bang the chick with mine. He is hot for it too. He wants it. The sister does. She is fairly yelping as she takes it hard and fast. His thin cock goes between my lips and he immediately begins to fae fuck me. I lick at it as he drives it in past my lips. My dick is pounding her box, the muscles of it spasmsing around it. I am as hard as steel, as titanium, blood engorged and the pleasure of it is taking over. I can't breath. I forgot how. I must fuck. I must suck. I must have it all It is too much. It is too hot. I will die if I don't cum. Fuck. Then, in a blaze of sheer ecstasy, the dam, which had to break, did. I erupt. Spurt after spurt of thick hot cream shoots out of my dick as I drive it one last time deep into her pussy, pinning her down as I fill her box up. Then pure peace floods over me. Complete relaxation. I wake up, sticky and wet. Fuck. What I wouldn't give.