A Dream Come True

"Oh my God, Allen, I just had the weirdest dream!" It was Sarah, my best friend, on the phone. We had known each other for only a year, but were extremely close. I twice tried to date her, but she wasn't interested. Nevertheless, I still was strongly attracted to her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, I dreamt about this girl I know, April. It's weird, because in life we're friendly, but in the dream she got a guy to rape me!"

"Who was the guy?' I inquired.

"It was Brice, a guy I ride motorcycles with – but he's not one of the hot ones."

"Oh, well that's too bad. If he was hot then it wouldn't be rape, right?" I poked fun at her shallowness, knowing that she wouldn't take the jab seriously.

Sarah continued, "It wasn't even a rape fantasy – just a full-on brutal rape."

Intrigued by this comment, I asked "Rape fantasy?"

"Yea," she said, "Something like 80% of women admit to having them, myself included."

Content with that explanation, our conversation shifted to more mundane topics. Before we hung up, Sarah suggested that we go to dinner after she got off work on Monday evening, and I agreed.

Monday evening rolled around, and Sarah and I enjoyed a relaxing dinner at a local diner. As was often the case, we ended up going to her apartment afterwards to watch a movie and have a few drinks. This particular night it was "Kiss the Girls," a thriller with Morgan Freeman and Ashley Judd. The movie was nothing to write home about, but spending time with Sarah made it worthwhile.

About halfway through the film, Sarah excused herself to use the bathroom. Perhaps due to the perverse plot of the movie, my mind instantly hatched a scheme to rape my dearest friend. I rushed into Sarah's bedroom, found a roll of duct tape in her top desk drawer, and stormed into the bathroom. Sarah was just washing her hands, and was shocked when the door quickly swung open. I grabbed her wrists, pulled them behind her back, and securely duct taped them. Sarah began to shriek, but stopped when a strip of duct tape covered her mouth.

In the heat of the moment, I hefted Sarah over my shoulder and carried her to her bed, where I threw her down on the mattress. I ripped off her blouse and slacks, then stepped back to unbutton my pants and admire Sarah's body.

She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but her features were exactly what I liked; Sarah had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, wide hips and a round ass, and perfectly-proportioned breasts (they were, in fact, perfect – she had them reduced six months ago and the doctor did a marvelous job).

Sarah tried to take advantage of my pause by running away, but couldn't do much because her hands were bound. I threw her back down on the bed and ripped off her bra and panties. At last, the girl of my dreams was completely naked in front of me!

Obviously by this time my cock was hard and I was able to get to work. I grabbed Sarah's ankles and pried her legs apart. I rubbed her clit with my cockhead and quickly slid inside her. Her muffled screams quickly turned to moans as I methodically thrust and withdrew from her sumptuous pussy. Sarah's legs wrapped around me and her ankles locked together – I knew I had her on the edge of climax. I fell down on top of Sarah, and kissed her neck as I continued fucking her.

Sarah quickly climaxed, but I decided to take my time. I flipped Sarah onto her stomach and lined myself up behind her to re-enter her pussy. As I pushed my cock back into Sarah, I pressed my thumb against her beautiful rosebud asshole. Sarah whimpered as my thumb struggled through her sphincter, and then I could feel her ass bearing down on my thumb. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my index and middle finger, lubricated from Sarah's pussy. After sliding them in and out in rhythm with my cock thrusts for several minutes, I knew Sarah's ass was ready for something bigger. I withdrew from her pussy and grabbed my cock near the head. Sarah widened her knees to spread her ass more, and I pressed at the entrance. Sarah whimpered as she struggled to take my cock, but as she relaxed I slid in.

I began pumping deeply. As tight as Sarah's pussy had been, her asshole was even tighter, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. A dozen or so strokes later, I reached my limit and was about to cum. I pulled out of Sarah's ass and rolled her onto her back. I straddled her stomach and started pumping my cock with my fist, and shot my load onto Sarah's luscious tits.

I rolled off of her and pulled the duct tape from her mouth and wrists, then lay next to her in the bed. Sarah rolled to face me, and smiled.

"Sarah, will you go out with me?" I asked.

"I'm still not ready to date, Allen," she said, words I dreaded to hear. "But you can rape me anytime!" She smiled and kissed me, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.