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Leaden feet carry you by instinct back to your bed, your eyes and brain shutting down en route. Your body climbs atop the mattress on its own power before shutting down, leaving you sprawled atop it.

Immediately the dream starts again, but this time its just a boy.

"Wha? Who? Stephi?" A voice squeaks.

"Mmm. Yeah," you mumble, a disappointing start to the dream. Wishing it were hotter you put more effort into it, willing your dream-self to say, "Yeah. I want your cock. I wanna get fucked so hard I can't walk straight."

"St... Stephi? B-but..." the boy stutters, only to be silenced by your lips descending on his, your tongue prying its way past his lips, searching for whatever it is that makes people talk so much about kissing.

A moment later his lips part like you've touched the secret button - which might be the thick pole your fingers try - and fail - to encircle.

"Ste...." the voice tries again, and you press your lips down harder, your tongue brushing against the dream-boy, trying to find all the spots that will make you both feel good.

For a long moment you revel in the clarity of the dream, how amazingly life-like - and how incredibly good - his tongue feels upon yours. The dick seems a little unrealistic, like your dreaming mind has exagerated it, your subconscious saying that it wants only the thickest of cocks invading your body. A moment later you aren't thinking at all. Instead your body is atop his, the covers magically gone, his pants yanked down and that unrealistically thick dick pressing urgently against your crotch.

"I wanna be fucked. So bad. Don't hold back," you tell the boy, and wish the dream would just skip to having that pole deep within you. Instead you have to lift yourself up to your knees in order to get high enough for your slit to touch the head of his dick. Your lips keep pressing on his until you start pushing down.

"Oh go-o-o-o-d... It's so big..." you whimper. "I don't know if... I need you to fuck me. Push it in. One push into my slimy little cunt," you tell the boy, who's panting and wide-eyed beneath you. He looks familiar, your mind tells you, but you push its message aside. You just want the dream to skip to the fucking, not the stupid little details of who.

"Just fuck... me..." you gasp, and the boy rolls you over, grabs your legs and pushes the up over your head. Your hands immediately grab them, pulling them out of his way so he has complete access to your body. God dreams are wonderful, you think as he grabs his dick, presses it against your little hole, and tries to fall within you.

"Ahhhrrr....." you grunt, clenching your teeth as the pole tries to split you open. You've taken a couple of your own fingers within there, but even then it was tight. Thank god this is only a dream, that your body is so relaxed and your hole so coated in your own juices. If not for that you'd split open. As it is it seems to take his entire body weight to make that gigantic thing keep sinking into your cock-starved cunt.

You want to crawl away - and be fucked doggy style - or to push back - more pain, more! Instead you lie there submissively, you neck arched back, your chest thrust upward as you try to bear the pain of his entry. Your poor pussy cries out, both in pain and for more.

"So hot. So tight. Tighter than I thought... Damn, Stephi. Damn," the boy rambles, the voice so familiar. You push that aside, not wanting to assign a name to the voice, wanting it to be any of the dozens - hundreds - that Tiffany thinks you've already taken. The thought of Tiffany makes your impossibly stretched vagina throb, and the dick sinks the last few inches inside of you, making you feel like your legs are going to dislocate at any moment.

"Fuck. Me. Hard," you pant, and the boy tries to oblige, nearly pulling your pussy inside out on his first attempt to pull back. He settles for small strokes at first as your little cunt adjusts. Each time he pushes or pulls it feels like he's ripping you, and each time you open your mouth to scream in pain you also scream in ecstacy. He quickly grabs a pair of used underwear, and jam them in your open mouth, muffling your cries until he can stuff a second pair in that silences them.

"You fucking dirty little whore. Take this!" he whispers fiercely, and thrusts harder, yanking to jerk out half of his dick, dragging your fuck-tube back as if it was glued to his dick, turning the end of your pussy inside out on his next few thrusts. Then he yanks it out more, and you find yourself trying to push back, tears streaking your cheeks as your dream lover fucks you hard, ecstacy and pain so intermixed you can't tell which is which.

The death-grip your pussy has on his dick practically yanks the cum from his balls, and to silence his own yells he sinks his teeth into your chest, engulfing your rock-hard nipples in his mouth. Your hands pull him harder against your chest until his jaw finally relaxes, your stomach full of his sperm, his dick still prisoner within.

For a long moment you think that's it and that you'll drift off into a dreamless state, but then the dream begins again, his dick not even going soft. He keeps going. And going. And going. His dick hammering in and out of you desperately until at last he can go from tip to balls without problem, your pussy muscles traumatized by the pounding, completely slack as they surrender to the stretching. When they reach that state and he's cumming for what feels like the third time he reaches over the side of the bed and grabs some oil.

The next part of the hazy dream has him spraying oil on his still hard dick, over your tiny little asshole, and then inside. Oil soaks into the bed sheets before he starts playing with your anus, starting with his little finger, then working his way up to his thumb, then two fingers. Three brings you close to that feeling of agony and ecstacy you had before, but it isn't until he tries to force himself within your clenched little hole that your find yourself cumming again, water spraying out of your wide open cunt and splashing down upon your bitten and bruised chest.

"What the fuck? Damn. A screamer and a squirter, Stephi? You sure are a filthy whore, aren't you?" the boy laughs lightly, and you nod. Such a dirty little whore, you think, trying to push up, to help him ram that monster up your virgin backside. It's what all the girls do in the pornos. They all want their backsides ripped open by the thickest log they can find. Somehow, between the lubrication, relaxation, and determination on both of your parts, his dick manages to sink past your bunghole as it screams in protest.

"Oh yeah. So fucking tight. Even better than your cunt. Yeah, Stephi, fuck me with that ass. You love it up the ass, don't you?" he asks, and you nod as another orgasm hits. He keeps fucking, deeper and deeper, battering your ass muscles into submission just like he did your cunt, leaving them traumatized and weak, unable to clench as you squeal from one orgasm to another, absorbing his cum as he keeps pumping it into you without any signs of stopping.

Abruptly you find your hair being yanked and your body sliding from the bed. "C'mon Stephi. We gotta get you back to your own bed. I'm too tired to do it anymore."

"Aww.."

"Yeah yeah. Don't worry, I'll fuck you as much as possible from now on, okay?" the boy asks.

You smile up at him, his face lost in darkness as you nod enthusiastically. "I'll fuck you and everyone else. I need it bad," you whine.

Chuckling tiredly the boy uses your hair like a leash, wrapping it around his fist as he leads you, crawling on hands and knees, down a corridor that seems familiar. You can feel air invading your gaping holes, liquid dripping out of them, leaving a trail like the slime of a snail. Whenever you slow down or start to sink to the ground the boy yanks on your hair, reviving you enough to make you move. The pressure on the roots of your hair never eases as he leads you forward, until at last he makes you climb atop another bed, face in the mattress, knees under you, your ass facing an absurdly large window while what feels like the sun shines light down on your from above.

"Nighty night, slutty Stephi."

"Night..." you mutter, and the dream ends.


[[Life as a good little girl/Wake up to a pair of loose holes - you must have fisted yourself in your sleep! - an empty house, a school day, a field trip, and nothing to wear]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Fast forward to a new wardrobe after many nights filled with wild fuck fantasies that seem so vivid]]


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