Ron Taylor: Back Door Wives

She couldn't believe the way it made her feel, but obviously his suggestion earlier in the night had planted the whole idea in her head, and you did the weirdest things in dreams anyway, because your subconscious was in control.

Tricia couldn't imagine having her asshole licked in real life, but in the dream it felt pretty damn good.

"Let's do it now," she heard him say. Do what? He kissed his way up her body, licking her spine, her shoulderblades. He pushed her long dark hair aside and his mouth found hers.

It felt weird to be kissing him, after he'd had his tongue up her ass, but it was only a dream, after all. She opened her mouth and his lips merged hotly, wetly, with hers, tongues working back and forth from one to the other.

Ken rolled her onto her back, and she fell eagerly to the bed, her arms and legs open for him. He came down upon her, kissing, sucking her tits once more. The nipples throbbed against his tongue.

His finger found her open pussy, opened it a little more. She reached down, grabbed his cock, squeezed it lusciously.

"Oh, yes, let's fuck right now," she told him. "Even if this is just a dream, I want you so bad I can taste it."

He leaned across Tricia's prone, hot body, opening the top left drawer of the small nightstand by the bed. "You don't need the jelly," she giggled. "Can't you feel how wet and hot and 'ready' my cunt is, just for you and that big fat dick?"

"Grease me anyway," he said, winking. "I wanna slip and slide in that tight yummy pussy, like slick tires on an icy road."

She squeezed a gob of jelly into her palm and sat up. "Oh, what a cock," she sighed. "I could make it wet enough just by sucking on it, but if you insist… " She rubbed her oily hand up and down his arching, jutting length, feeling again the throb and surge of power that pulsated through her husband's cock. Tricia looked up at him, her eyes full of love and lust. "I'm gonna come all over this dick," she whispered in her sultriest voice.

Tricia lay back, her knees up, her cunt glistening all wet and pink and ready. She cupped a tit with one hand, spread her flaps with the fingers of the other.

The dark hairs eased aside, and the juicy gleam of her cuntal interior came into full glorious view. She couldn't see it herself but she could see the reflection of her pussy in her man's face, and she knew that it looked just as good as it felt.

He came into her spread, crawling on his knees, his cock protruding nine inches ahead of the rest of him. The bulb on the end was as red as a whorehouse lantern, and the early morning light made reflections on the greasy substance she'd rubbed onto his hard flesh.

He brought the tip of his tool down to her wet open gash. "Yes," she said, "tickle my clit with that big hard thing!"

He rubbed her vigorously, but she didn't need any extra stimulation. God, what a dream! she told herself. She'd have to remember this one! She couldn't believe how goddamn vivid it all was, as if it was really happening.

The bulb of his rod nosed into the opening of her snatch and she pushed her pussy at him, lips snapping, ready to eat him in one hot hungry gulp.

"Yes, there," she gasped as he rammed his way into her, the kind of forceful penetration she had learned to love. He could fuck sweetly, but sometimes she 'loved' it hard and nasty, and this was certainly one of those times.

He went into her hard and deep, testing her response, and she was more than ready. She put the backs of her legs on his shoulders and lifted her cunt to meet the thrust of his aroused cock.

"Deeper, faster," she panted, "you can't fuck me too hard this time, baby… " Greased for the fuck, he ravaged her hot wet pussy. She moaned and bucked, the bed rocking beneath her. His hands were on her ass, keeping her lifted high, and his stiff prick thrust repeatedly into her hole. He hit bottom on every stroke, jarring Tricia almost unbearably. But even more unbearable was the need for release that she felt simmering inside her body.

"Make me come," she gasped, "oh, make me come!!!"

His cock slipped out of her hole. "Goddamn it!" she wailed, reaching down to recapture him, to put that fucker where it belonged.

He did a twist of the hips, and his prick eluded her hand. He lifted her ass a little higher, and she felt the knob of his rod between her buttocks. "Oh, wait a minute," she said crossly, but his hands pulled on the firm round cheeks, and they opened, and the tip of Ken's tool nudged insistently at the tiny petal of her asshole.

What was happening, goddamn it? The dream had taken a wrong turn somewhere, for sure!

But she rationalized that asshole fucking was obviously on her mind, thanks to Ken's bringing it up earlier, in real life, and her subconscious was just playing a jazzlike improvisation. It was okay.

He guided the tip of his dick to her anus. He was still slick and greasy from the jelly she'd smeared onto his rigid tool, and the knob did a slip-slide on her flesh. God, it felt so real!

"Open up, baby," she heard him say. She closed her eyes and smiled. It was only a dream, after all. Maybe in a dream it wouldn't be so dirty.

Anyway, she was due to wake up any minute now. Her dreams always seemed to concentrate on hot ripe foreplay, fading out when the really good stuff got underway. That was nice, because it made her wake up horny, and there was nothing like a fierce early-morning fuck with Ken to get her eyes open and her motor running for the day. It beat coffee.

Her eyes popped open as the knob of Ken's dick struggled with her anus, and she said, "Wait a minute, hon, this is only a dream, for Christ's sake… " He pushed, and the greasy bulb began to open her anal gap. The muscles strained – they felt as if they were ripping! She was intensely aware of the swollen bulk of him, entering her tight forbidden backdoor. No dream of Tricia's had 'ever' been as realistic as this!

Tricia opened her mouth, and a choked wailing cry came out. It made her throat ache, and she blinked twice, and that's when she realized that she was awake and that Ken was, in fact, attempting to stick his goddamn cock straight up her asshole while she was asleep!

"You bastard!" she said, jerking loose from him. She drew back to the upper end of the bed, her back braced against the headboard, her knees pulled up to protect her body.

There was a redhot pain between her buttocks, where the huge blunt snout of Ken's cock had momentarily broken her privacy, and when she touched herself, she could feel the jelly that had rubbed off his prick and onto her anal crack.

Ken knelt at the foot of the bed, his cock sticking out massively, erect and enormously swollen. His face was even redder than his knob, and his knob was the color of thick hot blood.

"You cocksucker," she told him, "you lousy cocksucker! You were trying to fuck me in the ass while I was asleep! Did you think I wouldn't be aware of it???"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought maybe if you weren't completely awake, you might be a little more agreeable to the idea."

"More agreeable?" Her face was livid. "I told you already, I don't want to do that! It's filthy and disgusting! Sticking your cock in my ass! God, Ken, I use that hole to shit with! And you want to fuck it? Why don't you lick it, too?"

Suddenly her face went even redder as she realized that he probably had, that she had not dreamed that portion either. "That was so sneaky," she added in a small voice.

He crawled up to her, his cock preceding him. She turned away when he tried to put his arms around her. "Don't touch me," she said.

"Oh, for shit's sake, Tricia!" he blurted. "What the hell is wrong with you? You like to fuck. This is just fucking – only it's a little different kind of fucking! Why not give it a try?"

"Because it's filthy," she snapped back. "And it hurts! I couldn't take that thing of yours up my asshole if I even wanted to – which I most certainly fucking do 'not' want to do, Ken Miller! And I think you're a rotten son of a bitch for trying to sneak it into me when I already told you I wouldn't do it. Now just leave me alone, will you?"