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Subject: {ASSM} Helen's Wet Dreams: Mark 01 {helens78} (MF, cons, oral)
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Helen's Wet Dreams: Mark 01
by helens78

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WARNING: this text file contains explicit descriptions
of sexual activities.  If you are underage, or do not
wish to view explicit sexual literature, please delete
this file now.
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And people think girls don't have wet dreams.  Heh.

My name is Helen, and I love to dream.  Sometimes, I
dream about fantasies I've never gotten the chance to
live out.  Other times, I dream about things I've
done, places I've gone, men and women I've had, or a
combination thereof.

If you have any comments on this story, please send
them to helens78@volcanomail.com.  Thanks for reading.

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Helen's Wet Dreams: Mark 01 (MF, cons, oral)

I'd been invited to go out that Saturday night with a
couple of friends.  Denna is my best friend, and
occasionally we do fool around, since we're both bi,
and find each other damned attractive.  She's blonde,
gorgeous, and despite being 5'2" is a couple of inches
taller than me.  She tends to drag me out of the house
when she knows I've been lonely for a while.  Or,
well, horny.  She helped me get dressed, and was nice
enough not to tease me while she did it.  Her
boyfriend, Richard, politely waited outside the door. 
There's not much you can do with hair
that's kept as short as mine is,  -- I can't stand to
have it in my way -- but what the hell.  I'm 5' tall,
Eurasian, with dark brown hair and brown eyes.  I know
I'm attractive, and I have a body that gets attention.
 I have DD breasts, a small waist, and a
round, fantastic ass.  If all I want is to get laid,
it isn't difficult for me.  I like sex, and I'm not
shy about saying so.

Of course, the problem is that I'm picky.  I'm hard to
please.  I know what I want, and I know what I don't
want.  I don't find a lot of people who interest me,
and although that doesn't bother me most of the time,
I do get lonely.  Or, as I said earlier,
horny.  That can be a little easier to handle.  I
don't need someone who can quote Shakespeare if all
I'm looking to do is suck his cock and have him bend
me over the hood of his car and fuck me.  And this
evening, that would do, if it was all I could get.

Denna and Richard pushed me out the door.  Richard
drove; Denna rolled down the windows and told me to
let me get myself windblown.  I trusted her judgment
on my hair, like I'd trusted her picking out a short
skirt and a blue sweater that clung to what small
amounts of me it covered, but I'd vetoed her
suggestion that I wear heels.  I only own one pair,
because I don't feel like I need to be taller, and I
don't like being uncomfortable.  I wore comfortable
black leather boots, and felt better.

The two of them went out to dance as soon as we got to
the club, and I found a good place to stand -- leaning
up against a support pillar -- and looked.  I checked
out the bar (ordinary) -- the dance floor (full of
gyrating people) -- and the pool tables.
I stopped there.  Someone was lining up a shot, right
arm stretched out in front of him, left arm back,
holding the pool cue.  The arms on this man were
unbelievable.  He had dark brown hair, and he was
built, but not huge.  He was wearing a dark blue shirt
that showed off his muscles, which I appreciated
tremendously.  His jeans were tight against his ass,
and I wasn't just looking at this point.  I realized
as he let the shot go that I was staring.

And so did he.

He turned in my direction and gave me a smile.  His
eyes were razor-sharp focused on me, intense as hell. 
A small smile, the kind that says, Yes, I know you
were looking at me, spread over his face.  The look in
his eyes asked, Do you like what you're seeing?

I liked it.  And I liked getting caught at it.  I held
his eyes, and I didn't look away.  I felt myself
growing warm, a flush spreading up my cheeks, but I
held his eyes anyway.

He turned, made his apologies to the guys he was
playing against, and walked over to me.  I was still
watching him, looking at his arms moving under his
shirt.  He was shorter than average, but he still had
several inches on me.  Shorter guys have an affection
for women like me, who make them feel like giants, and
I don't give a damn how tall they are as long as
they look good.  He came up to me, and my eyes fixed
on his as he stepped nearly close enough to touch me,
and held his ground an inch away from me.  I was
pinned against the pillar, but that didn't matter.  I
had no intention of going anywhere.

"I like your eyes," he told me.  "I like the way
you're looking at me."

"I like looking at you," I told him.

"I'm Mark."

"I'm Helen."

It had been a long time since I'd felt this kind of
attraction to someone, this attraction at first sight
that made me want to go to bed with him, fuck his
brains out, and worry about seeing him again later. 
If ever.  He had me already, and he knew it.
It was all over his face, all over his smirk while he
looked at me, and I didn't care.  He took a step back,
and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was
holding.  My entire body was humming with lust.  It
was intoxicating.

"Do you play pool?" he asked.  "Or do you just like to
watch?"

I told him that I liked to do both, but I was better
at watching than at playing.  He offered to help me
practice, and took another step back.  This time,
though, he reached one of those beautiful, muscular
arms out to me, and as I stepped forward, he wrapped
his arm around my waist.  I tensed out of sheer lust,
but only for a second.  He noticed.  He pulled me
closer, and I put my hand on his shoulder.  God, he
was solid.  I resisted the urge to squeeze his arm,
and let him pull me over to the pool table.

As it turned out, he was alone; he'd just picked up a
game when he got to the club.  The club was more
popular for dancing anyway, so getting a table to
ourselves wasn't any trouble.  I think I would have
let him take me on the pool table, in the middle of
the club, if he'd asked.  He didn't; he just drove me
crazy by bending me over at the waist as we lined up
shots together, and he wrapped his arms around me,
helping me hold the pool cue.  If there's a game more
laden with innuendo than pool, I can't imagine what it
is.  I was a writhing puddle of lust by the time the
game was over.

It was fun.  A lot of fun.  It was going to feel
fucking amazing to get him in me.

Denna and Richard found me playing my second round of
pool with Mark, and by this time Mark was all over me,
and I was enjoying it.  I made quick introductions. 
Mark grinned over my shoulder at them, and they took
one look at me and knew I was going to be able to
handle my own for the evening.  Richard offered to get
drinks for the group, and we sent him off to the bar. 
Mark and I ordered club sodas, which was usual for me,
but hearing him ask for one surprised me; he didn't
look like the kind of guy to turn down a beer.  But I
was inwardly pleased; guys who are sober do better
with repeat performances, and I wanted to get whatever
I could out of him before the night was over.

If his thoughts were going in the same direction, he
didn't say anything about it.  But his arms were up
around my waist, and he pressed his waist into my
back.  I could feel his cock press into my ass, and
sucked in a breath.

Denna grinned at me.  She knew exactly how I was
feeling, and leaned over to whisper in my ear, her
body pressed up against me.  Pressed between them, it
was all I could do to stay standing upright.  "Let me
know if you want company later," she whispered.  She
looked up at Mark, and her lips were back at my ear. 
"He's fucking beautiful."

"I'll let you know," I told her, struggling to
maintain a normal voice.  She took a step back, as
Richard arrived with drinks.  After finishing theirs,
they headed back to the dance floor.  Mark turned me
around so I was facing him, and backed me up until I
was up against the pool table.  He put his arms on the
edge of the table on either side of me.

"Are they going to be worried if you take off with
me?" he asked.

"I think they'll be more worried if I _don't_ take off
with you," I told him.  He pressed his body into mine
again.  I reached up and put my hands on his arms. 
"You want to give me a ride home?"

"Yeah, I do."

I managed to catch Denna's eye as we went off
together, and she winked at me.  I winked back, and
she went back to dancing as I followed Mark outside. 
The night air was cool, and it felt good enough to
make my skin tangle.  Mark took my hand and we walked
a couple blocks to his car.  It was a sedate blue
Honda Civic, ordinary Washington plates, no odd
decorations like shrunken heads or even fuzzy dice. 
The car was even clean.  Impressive.

He walked me to the passenger side, and backed me into
the door.  He slid his hands behind me, and grabbed my
ass as he pulled me close to him.  I ran my hands up
his arms and around his neck.  He grinned at me.

"How bad do you want it?" he asked.

"Fucking kiss me already, would you?"

His mouth came down on mine, and my god, he knew how
to kiss.  He moved his lips against mine hard, then
soft, then hard again, his tongue sliding against mine
and driving me crazy.  It felt amazing.  My hands
tightened on his arms, and his arms circled my waist
and pulled me close.  He sucked on my lower lip as he
pulled back.  "Any other requests?" he asked.

"Where do I start?" I panted.  "What about you?  Any
requests from you?"  He buried his face in the left
side of my neck and sucked on the spot where neck
meets shoulder.  My fingernails dug into his arms, and
he bit me, hard enough to leave a mark.  I bit off a
scream.  He felt perfect.  I wanted his marks on me.

"Anything you want," he told me.  "Anything at all."

"Take me back to my place."

He pulled away and yanked his car keys out of his
pocket.  The doors unlocked as he pushed the remote,
and he pulled my weak body away from the door so he
could open it for me.  I got in, and he closed the
door and jogged around the back of it to get in on his
side.  As soon as he closed the door, I grabbed him by
the shirtfront and yanked him over to me.  I could
have swallowed him whole.  We kissed again, and I ran
my tongue over his lower lip, not wanting to wait
until we got back to my place.  He reached forward,
and slid his hand up my sweater, squeezing my breast. 
I ran my fingers up his arm, and down his side --
damn, the muscles on his side felt good -- until I got
to his waist, where I quickly changed course and
cupped his crotch in one hand.  He moaned against my
mouth.  "Harder," he murmured.  I squeezed.  He
lowered his hand to my crotch and slipped his fingers
under my panties.  I was so wet I was slippery to the
touch, and he laughed.  "Nice," he said.  He pulled
his fingers away, and touched my lips with them.  I
sucked my own juices off his fingers, and he grinned
at me.  Wolfish.  I bit the tip of his index finger as
he pulled it out of my mouth.

"Can you wait until we get to your place?" he asked.

"If you can."

"I'll drive fast."

He managed to get the car started, and I gave him
directions.  Traffic was mercifully light.  His car
was a stick shift, and he needed both hands to drive;
I, however, didn't need to worry about shifting, and I
wove my arm under his and slid it from his knee up to
his crotch.  He didn't complain about any difficulty
driving, and got us home in one piece.  When we pulled
up in front of my condo, he grabbed me by the arm and
yanked me halfway into his lap.  He kissed me again. 
I chuckled against his lips.  "Did I drive you crazy?"
I asked.  "Did I make you fucking insane?"

"You've been making me crazy since you first started
looking at me," he told me.  "Let's get inside."

I shoved the car door open and nearly ran to the front
door, pulling my key out of my purse as I did.  He
locked his car and was behind me before I could get
the door open, his front to my back, cupping both my
breasts in his hands.  He squeezed, and I let out a
moan.  I shoved the door open and stumbled inside.  He
came in after me and shut and locked the door.  I
turned around to see him smiling at me.  He had me
pinned against the wall before I could make a sound,
and he tugged one of my legs up around his waist.  I
cooperated, and with a bit of a hop, had both legs
wrapped around his waist, squeezing tight.  He
adjusted his grip on me, supporting my ass with one
hand while wrapping his other arm around my waist.  I
ran my fingers through the hair at the nape of his
neck.

"Bedroom," I panted.

"Where is it?"

"Up the stairs... end of the hall..."

He pulled me away from the wall and walked upstairs
with me wrapped around his waist.  I laughed and
squeezed him with my thighs.  He grunted, and laughed
with me as we headed for the bedroom.  He fell onto
the bed with me and thrust himself between my legs as
I pulled him close with both legs and arms.  "You
taste so damn good," I whispered.  "Let me get you out
of your pants..."

He kissed me again, and stood up.  I let him go this
time, and unfastened my boots, kicking them in the
general direction of the closet.  He took off his
shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, kicking his shoes off
as he went.  I helped him pull his jeans over his hips
and off, and pressed a kiss on his cock, through his
boxer briefs, as I went.  He put one hand in my hair
and pulled my face back up to his crotch.  I gasped
and pulled his underwear off, and he slid both hands
through my hair as I pulled his cock into my mouth.  I
dropped to my knees in front of him and brought one
hand to the base of his cock, and the other hand to
his balls, cupping them gently and running my
fingertips over them.

He let out a long moan as I took him deep into my
mouth.  I laughed, and he grunted as I did.  I hummed
a teasing question at him, and his grip on my hair
tightened.  It hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt;
the kind that makes me scream for more.  I sucked
harder, and he pulled back.  I looked up at him. 
"What...?"

"I want to fuck you.  And if you keep doing that, I'm
going to come in your mouth before I get a chance to."

"I'm not going to complain," I panted.  "I want to
taste you."

"I want to taste you, too."  His wolfish grin came
back.  "Come here."

He stood me up, and yanked my sweater over my head. 
My head swam as he lowered his face to my breasts, and
I lifted my arms obediently as he went for the clasp
on my bra.  He pulled my bra off, and pushed me back
onto the bed, coming with me this time.  He kissed and
licked my breasts, leaving light bites on each nipple.
 When he heard my gasps, he bit harder, and I arched
my back.  "I have to feel you in me," I told him, my
breath coming faster all the time.  "Fuck me.  Now. 
Please."

"Not yet."  He slid a hand under my skirt, going
around my panties and sliding two fingers inside me. 
I bucked under him, and my arms came up and around him
as I shook.  I was so close I could scream, and he
knew exactly what he was doing to me.  His fingers
slid in and out of me, and I tensed all over.  I was
on the verge of coming when he pulled back, yanking my
skirt and panties over my hips and dropping his face
between my legs.  My eyes went wide.  I raised myself
up on my elbows to watch as he started licking me
gently, running his tongue along my lower lips and in
circles around my clit.  He dipped his tongue into my
opening, giving me a pleased sound.  "You taste good,"
he told me.  "How many times do you think I can make
you come tonight?"

"Have mercy.  I don't know.  I need you."  He went
back to licking me slowly, and my entire body vibrated
with lust.  "Mark.  Please."

"Please?"

"In me.  Please.  Mark."

Mark slid two fingers back inside me as he kept
licking me.  His lips went up to my clit and he sucked
on me as he kept sliding his fingers in and out of me.
 It was too much.  I screamed and bent forward as I
came.  I could feel it all the way down my legs to my
toes.  He pressed me with his fingers, and I screamed
again, feeling as if I was going to explode.  I lost
track of how many times he made me come with his mouth
and his fingers.  I thought I was going to pass out. 
He finally came back up and kissed me, his face wet
from me.  I smiled.  It was incredibly arousing to see
him slick from my juices, to smell myself on him.  I
wrapped my arms around him, and he laid tiny kisses
all over my face.  "You're perfect," I murmured. 
"That was incredible."

"Don't fall asleep on me yet."

"No... anything you say..."

His eyes moved around the bedroom as if he was looking
for something.  He turned to the nightstand on the
left side of the bed and pulled the drawer open.  Ah. 
I smiled at him as he pulled out a condom and sat up. 
He started to open it, and I reached for it.  He held
it just out of my grasp.  "Let me," I told him.  After
a second's thought, he handed over the condom, and I
opened it, slipped the little latex disc into my
mouth, and leaned forward to pull his cock into my
mouth again.  I slid the condom onto him with my
tongue -- this is easier than you'd think -- and he
let out a moan that made me shiver.  I pulled back and
slid up the bed, with my arms over my head.  He
climbed on top of me, and kissed me again.  I spread
my legs for him.  He pushed himself inside me, and my
eyes widened at the feeling of being so completely
full.  I moaned out loud.  I hadn't thought I was
going to come again anytime soon, but I was quickly
changing my mind about that.  He caught my eye.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"You have to ask?" I laughed.  I pulled my legs up
around his waist, and he moaned.  I laughed again,
wrapped my arms around his back -- dear god, his
shoulders were nice -- and squeezed him inside me.  He
threw his head back and groaned.

"Jesus..."

"Mark, you're fucking wonderful, you know that?"

He gasped as I kept squeezing him.  He pumped in and
out of me, and as he got closer to his own climax,
sped up and thrust into me harder.  I screamed as I
came again, and it pushed him over the edge.  He let
out a guttural moan as he thrust into me and came.  He
whispered my name and I left kisses on his throat, his
neck, his jawline.  He hugged me tight, and I hugged
back.

"You're unbelievable," he told me.  I smiled and tried
my best to stretch.  He squeezed me again, and rolled
off to my side.  He rested his head on my left breast
and put an arm around me.  "I'm damn glad I noticed
you noticing me."

"So am I."  I stretched out completely this time,
pointing my toes and pressing my hands against the
wall.  "That was great."

"Give me a minute and I'll do even better."

I laughed.  "I'll do anything at all.  Anything you
want."  I kissed him on the top of the head.  "As long
as you're willing to fuck me like an animal."

"Sounds like a plan."  He lifted himself up on an
elbow.  "How about a shower?"

            *             *             *

I led him to the shower, and we necked while we waited
for the water to warm up enough to let us step in. 
When I started to reach between his legs for him, he
grabbed my wrists and held my hands behind my back. 
It was playful; it was fun; it was sexy.  I made a
show of struggling, but didn't get far, and didn't
think I would have gotten far even if I'd been trying
in earnest.  He was strong.  He laughed against my
lips.  "You don't want even half a second to rest, do
you?" he asked.

"I've had half a second.  I'm ready to go again."

He checked the water and adjusted the temperature,
then stepped into the shower and pulled me in after
him.  "Good," he told me.  "I'm not done with you,
either."

The hot water running over my skin made me turn pink. 
Or maybe I was just glowing from truly magnificent
sex.  My shower wasn't huge, which meant that we ended
up running into each other quite a bit as we both got
wet.  I took the soap off the shower rack and ran my
slippery hands over his chest.  He had lovely, smooth,
tight muscles.  He felt wonderful under my hands.  As
I went lower, he tilted his head back and let his eyes
close.  I got more soap, and reached for his cock.  He
was hard again by the time I'd finished "washing" him,
and I slid my hands over him, getting him slippery and
wet and squeaky clean.  I knelt in front of him,
ducking my head to the side so I could rinse him off,
and took his cock in my mouth again.

God, I'd been waiting for this.  I love to suck cock,
and I'm pretty damn good at it.  I listened to him
moan and it made me work all the harder, sucking on
him, taking him deep and rubbing my tongue back and
forth over him, stroking as much of him with my tongue
as I could manage.  I caressed anything I couldn't
swallow with my hands, rubbing him back and forth as
my head bobbed on him.  I teased the sensitive spot
under the head of his cock with my tongue and my lips,
and got a deep gasp in appreciation for my work.  His
hands came up to my hair, helping me move exactly how
he wanted me, urging me to take more and to move
faster on his hard cock.  I moaned at that, enjoying
how much he was loving it, enjoying getting to feel
and hear how much he liked what I was doing to him.  A
man who actually participates in a blowjob is so much
more interesting than a man who simply lies there
inert without making so much as a sound.

Mark did more than stand there; he whispered to me,
ran his fingers through my wet hair, urged me to go
faster, to suck harder, to give him more.  I could
tell he was losing himself in the feeling, that he'd
lost himself almost as soon as I'd gotten my mouth
around him, and I loved it almost as much as he did. 
I found myself laughing and moaning with pleasure. 
The vibrations from my moaning made him move more
urgently in my mouth, and I hummed for him, louder,
higher pitched, until I could feel it in my tongue and
in my lips, and I knew he could feel my mouth
vibrating all around him.  He thrust his cock deep
into my mouth once, then a second time, and grunted as
he came in my mouth.  I kept sucking as I felt him
unload, but when he fisted hands in my hair and held
me still, I obeyed without sound.  It stung, and it
felt fantastic... the feeling of knowing someone has
lost himself completely to me is addictive, which is
one reason I love fellatio so much.

After a few moments, his grip loosened, and he let out
a long, slow breath.  "Do you know how good you look
doing that?" he asked.

I had to lean back and slip his cock out of my mouth
in order to answer, and ran my tongue around the head
of his cock when I did.  "Yes," I told him.  "Do you
know how good you look when I'm doing that?"

He laughed at me.  "I have no idea."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my
body close to his.  He wrapped his arms around my
waist and hugged me.  "You look perfect," I told him.

"So do you."

He kissed me, long and deep and slow.  The water felt
wonderful on my back.  When he let me go, I sighed,
and it took me a couple of seconds to realize I should
probably open my eyes.  He was smiling.  He ran his
fingertips over my right cheek.  "Do you want me to
wash your back?" he asked.

"You can wash anything you want," I told him.  I
flashed him a grin.  "Or you can just stand there and
let me take care of you."

"No, it's definitely your turn to get taken care of." 
He reached around me for the soap and rubbed warm
soapy wet hands over my back, giving my shoulders a
light massage and then working his way down to my ass.
 He cupped my ass in his hands and pulled me back
against him.  I laughed as he knocked us off balance
and fell into the wall.  He yelped; the tile was still
cold, especially compared to the hot water.  I turned
him around so he was under the spray.  He reached
behind his back to get the soap again, and reached out
for my breasts this time.  I put my hands behind my
back -- protecting myself from the cold tile, as well
as giving him better access -- and he slid warm hands
all over the front of my body, finally reaching
between my legs and washing between them.  I was so
wet and aroused from sucking his cock that I couldn't
hold back a whimper when his fingers traced soapy
circles around my clit.  I gasped as he ran his
fingers over my outer lips and then stepped aside so
he could rinse off the soap.  He pulled me closer to
him with his right hand and slid his left hand between
my legs, reaching up and sliding a finger inside me. 
I wrapped my arm around his neck and held on.

"You look so good when you come," he told me.  "I want
to see you come for me again."

"You're... doing a great job... of getting me there,"
I managed.  He smiled at me, and lowered his head to
kiss me as he slid his finger in and out of me.  I
felt my legs getting weak.  He kept me safely upright,
but laughed against my lips.  He was warm and gentle,
and he slid his fingers in and out of me, first one,
then two, and started rubbing my clit with his thumb. 
I moaned, and he covered my mouth with his.  His
kisses were soft and slow and gentle and warm, and I
melted against him.  When I came for him, it was a
long pulsing orgasm that came in slow waves, making me
feel like I was the ocean lapping against the beach. 
I was out of breath by the time I was finished, and
when I opened my eyes, Mark was smiling at me.

"You're beautiful," he told me.

"So are you," I teased.

We climbed out of the shower and, exhausted, fell into
bed.  He wrapped an arm around me, and I fell asleep
within minutes.  It was by far the most relaxing sleep
I'd gotten in weeks.

I wasn't surprised when I woke up alone.  I was a bit
surprised to see that he'd left me a note on my
nightstand.

"I had a great night.  I want to see you again.  Do
you want to have dinner on Monday?  If so, call me."

He'd left his number and signed his name.  I grinned
stupidly at it and wondered how early I should call.

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WARNING pt. 2: Writing and reading text erotica does
not necessarily mean anyone wants to experience these
situations.  The author of this text file recognizes
the difference between fantasy and reality, and does
not condone any behavior that would hurt anyone.  Be
safe, be sane, be consensual, be careful.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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