Wet Dream with Mark

by Virginal Vixen
When my brother first told me that he was having party of his 23rd birthday party in our house, I said I thought it sounded like good fun, but two days before the party my parents were urgently called away to the death-bed of some distant relative.
So there I was, a lone girl surrounded by 10 drunken louts. At first they behaved themselves because they knew how protective my brother was of his innocent 18 year old sister but as the drinking progressed, his friends became bolder. When I'd bend over to pick up their empty cans one would pinch my firm ass while another would try to peek down my top at my perfectly formed breasts. At first their gazes and comments such as, "My you've grown, not a little girl anymore are you?" made me nervous, I wasn't used to quite so much attention but after finishing a bottle of wine all by myself, I was shocked to discover my clit was throbbing after one young man smacked my ass.
Mark, my brother's best friend just watched silently from the corner. I had always had such a huge crush on him when I was younger that I was a little disappointed that he made no move on me. Finally, I decided that in my warmly drunken state it might be best if I slipped off to bed before anything happened that I might have regretted. How would I ever face my brother again if he saw me flirting with his buddies? So when no one was looking, I took my leave and got ready for bed. I realized that I was drunker than I had previously thought when I walked dizzily into my bedroom and almost fell down. I barely managed to brush my teeth and slip into my favorite little cotton vest and panties before climbing into bed and turning out the light. I heard my brother and his friends leaving in a taxi to go to the nite club, closed my eyes, allowed my long, curly red hair to splay across the pillow and became practically unconscious. I had the most magnificent dream about Mark and what I might have let happen had he shown any interest in me. It's a little-known fact that women have clitoral erections in our sleep just as men have penile ones. My clit was definitely erect right then even though I was alone in my warm, soft bed. Or was I?
The dream seemed so real that when, in my dream, Mark's wet mouth devoured mine, I could have sworn that I could really feel his tongue invade my mouth and feel his hard-on press against my bare thigh. I sighed contentedly in my sleep and tried to roll over but met with some form of resistance and I became half-awake. I had obviously had so much wine to drink that I was still under the influence of its drug-like effects. I heard a low rumbling voice in my ear, "Shhhh sweetie, don't move. Just let Mark take care of you." I was confused but then remembered that Mark was in my dream, this must just be one of those extraordinarily realistic ones. Deliciously warm sensations curled their way down through my body as I felt a warm, insistent mouth sucking at my sensitive nipples and realized that my vest was gone, but then I remembered that, that was to be expected in a dream.
I found that I had very little control over my own body and could not move very much, I was paralyzed by sleep but it had also seemed to heighten my capacity for sexual sensations. "Ahhhhhhhh," I moaned as his fingers tickled my flat tummy and he took more of my breast into his eager mouth. Now I could feel the definite indentation of his hard cock against my thigh and I was immensely turned on. God I hoped the dream wouldn't end at the best part, the way they always do.
"You're a horny little girl aren't you?" Dream-Mark asked. I could only manage to whimper in response as his skilful mouth and tongue reclaimed my aching nipples. The feeling of my clit throbbing and swelling was sweet torture as Dream Boy continued to trace little sensuous circles on my tummy. My breathing had grown heavy and labored and I longed for the strength in my arm to reach down and play with my clit but the grip of sleep wouldn't allow it.
For a horrible moment I thought the dream was over when I could no longer feel the wonderful "fuck me now" sensations coursing through my virgin body. But, gratefully I felt two warm hands on my hips as my tiny panties were dragged down my legs and off. The relief given by the loss of the tight panties containing my swelling clit was short-lived. Mark's gentle fingers squeezed and flicked at my love button until a low, sleepy groan escaped my parted lips, "Ooooo Mark....." There was very little I could have done to stop him from spreading my legs apart but since it was a dream I was in no danger of being de-flowered anyway. His large warm hands probed at my exposed pussy lips and I heard him say, "Look at what you've got for Mark, you look like you need my hard thick cock real bad." I was wet and throbbing and loving every minute of this fabulous dream.
The feeling of his hot tongue on my clit almost sent me over the edge. He tongued and nibbled at my hard little nerve bundle. My insides felt like hot lava and I was breathing so heavily that he laughed at the amazing affect he was having on me as he went where no man has gone before. A funny little kitten sigh was the only sound I could make as his tongue traced my pussy lips and entered my womanhood. His magnificent tongue explored the crevices of my tight, pulsating pussy as I came around his tongue and he lapped it up. The shudders of my clenching and unclenching pussy muscles drove me to distraction and I was afraid I might wake up. The next sensation was even better, Mark really was a dream boy! His engorged cock head traveled the length of my pussy lips and ground down on my still rock hard clit. His cock massaged my clit and he made some strange guttural sounds resembling, "Shit I can't take her.....mustn't wake her......" I missed the feeling of his beautiful cock against me but I soon felt it again pressed insistently against my tummy. It felt so silky on my skin and seemed to harden and lengthen against me as it pushed at my belly in rhythmic motion. Strange "uh...uh...uh...." sounds escaped Mark that were echoed by my low moans, "Oooooh," as he shot his fabulous load onto my tight tummy. He kept cumming and cumming, groaning the words, "Sweet horny little bitch", over and over again. I awoke next morning, fully clothed, glowing and radiant. My brother and his friends had crashed here after they got back from the club and were now slowly waking up. They greeted me warmly as I made them all coffee, perfect gentleman now that they were sober. One commented that he was surprised that I didn't have a hangover after all the wine I'd drank but I replied that a great night's sleep had done wonders for me! I blushed when Mark came into the kitchen and wondered if he could see signs of desire in my face. He must never know that he had featured in my wet dream. My brother wandered in and slapped Mark on the back as he exclaimed, "Hope you're feeling better now buddy, you missed a great night out last night though, when you stayed in!!"
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