Awake

His hand left her sex, and the next moment he had both her breasts in his hands, caressing them as he rammed his cock into her over and over, squeezing her tits, toying with her nipples, pinching and tugging them so maddeningly that she actually sobbed in relief when his hand went back between her thighs and he delicately fingered her clit and slid his fingers back into her throbbing cunt. As he pumped into her, his fingers in her pussy, his cock in her ass, she felt her climax explode through her groin, concentric, throbbing convulsions seizing her, shaking her, wringing her.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum for me."

He seemed almost to be sobbing as he groaned out, gripping her hard against him for a final two or three deep, penetrating thrusts, then went still, pumping his cum into her ass. He stayed like that for a long time, holding her tight, quivering against her. Then he pulled out of her, circled around the sawhorse supporting her right leg, and stepped in close. She was too shaken, too exhausted, too used up to resist as he cradled her jaw in his hands an took her mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. Then he smiled, stroked her hair, and said quietly,

"Time to sleep, now."

Before she realized what he was doing, he'd stuck her with the syringe and the plunger was going down, down, down.

OOOOO

She woke up with a nasty hangover. And the weirdest memories. Fuck, what a crazy dream.

Damn, she was sore. Just turning over in bed and getting the covers over her shoulders again, her arms and thigh muscles screamed. What the hell had she done to herself?

Drowsily she looked over at the night stand and contemplated the mostly empty bottle of tequila and, a blush burning her already hot face, the dildo that had come mail order the previous afternoon.

Had she? She could have sworn she'd given up in a wave of humiliating defeat after a couple half-hearted, drunken attempts. But her tender bottom testified that, on the contrary, somewhere into that fifth, she'd pillaged her own anal virginity. She wished she could remember if she'd liked it.

Well, she thought, if it was half as good as that dream... She immediately felt disgusted with herself for even thinking such a thing.

But for years after, when she masturbated, or when she was with someone, it was that dream that she called to mind. It made her cum, every time.