Archive-name: Dreams/jodi.txt
Archive-author: J.Kozlowski
Archive-title: Wet Dreams


 Jodi reached over sleeping form beside her and quietly
pressed the button on the clock radio next to the bed.  She
couldn't help smiling to herself as she rolled over on her
belly.  She closed her eyes against the softness of the
pillow in the half light of early morning.  She loved this
time of early morning.  This was a special time of dreams
that she could direct.  They were dreams where she could let
her imagination run free in a state of half awake, half
asleep.  It was a time when she could see and be and do any-
thing she wanted.

As she drifted in her dream, she imagined herself in a hazy
room.  The white silk of her floor length nightgown was very
soft against her skin.  Nothing was distinct.  The lights
were soft, the furniture was soft, the colors were soft and
the walls faded in the distance.  It was like viewing the
world through a photographers soft focus filter.  Thru the
hazy soft light she could make out two forms approaching her.
A little thrill of expectation ran thru her body like a
tingle of electricity.  She knew where she was taking this
dream.  It was one of her favorite retreats.

She watched as the hazy forms drew closer.  She recognized
one of the forms as Paul who, in the real world still lay
sleeping quietly beside her.  The other form was the face-
less, bearded, unidentified man who always inhabited this
little part of Jodi's highly erotic imagination.  She could
see that they wore nothing as they approached her.

Then she imagined their strong hands reaching out to caress
her body.  She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations
as strong hands firmly held her and worked gracefully and
deliberately at the line of small buttons down the front of
her nightgown.  Soon it fell away and immediately disappeared
in the haze at her feet.  One hand cupped a full breast,
kneading and lightly playing with the stiffening nipple.  A
second hand slowly ran down her the sensuous curve of her
spine and firmly grasped one well rounded cheek.  She
responded by giving a lewd little squeeze to the fingers that
casually rested well within her crack.  A mouth found the
little electric spot on her shoulder that connected directly
to another spot about four inches below her navel and deep
within her.  She welcomed the little current that coursed
through her body.  A third hand massaged her high on the
inside of her thigh.  Jodi parted her legs a bit to make more
room for the exploring hands and fingers as another warm
mouth began to nibble on her ear lobe.

Without premeditation, her own hands reached, palms out,
and gently grasped a quickening maleness in each.  She loved
the feel and heft of the soft skin sacks.  The little move-
ments within each little sack always intrigued and excited
her.  Her reward was the sound of two sets of masculine lungs
inhaling deeply in unison.  She encircled one of the harden-
ing male members with her long fingers, gently sliding her
hand up the length of it and then down again ...  a gentle
but, firm bite on her neck and an "uuuuuummmmmmmm" in her ear
was her answer.

Experimentally, she softly ran her long fingernails up the
tender, sensitive underside of the other rapidly hardening
cock.  It jerked and the casual fingers probing the crack
between her cheeks moved lower.  They probed deeper and more
firmly.  She heard a deep throaty groan.

Jodi giggled.  She couldn't suppress the giddy thought there
might be some kind of a secret code.  Maybe, with a little
bit of patience and practice, she could decipher it.  "If I
do this," she mused to herself, " ... he does that." The idea
that she might be able to elicit whatever responses she
wanted merely by manipulating these two delightfully
convenient and pliant male handles appealed to her sense of
humor.  Single string marionettes!  What a concept!

Then the hands began to press her onto a leather covered
doctors examining table that had materialized conveniently
behind her.  Bindings appeared from nowhere and she was first
held and then tied in place.  Her shoulders were firmly set
comfortably against the elevated back of the device.  Her
wrists were bound to the sides of the table. Her feet were
set into the stirrups and fastened securely.  Jodi offered no
resistance.  In this position her body and sex were
completely exposed and she was helplessly unable to either
cover herself or touch herself.  Immobile, she could only
watch.  If she became the object of attention, she could only
succumb.  She always imagined it would be this way.

The form that was Paul placed a bar stool where Jodi could
easily see.  He sat on it and in full view, he smiled at
Jodi.  He began to stroke his erection as the faceless form
took his place on the floor at the foot of the examining
table.  The form positioned himself between Jodi's parted
legs and began to stroke Jodi's inner thighs, slowly working
his way to more and more sensitive areas where her thighs
came together.  The only features Jodi could make out on
her dream stranger were his beard and mustache.  Jodi basked
in the delightful teasing, deliberately tensing and relaxing
of the muscles within her pelvis.  She felt herself becoming
more and more aroused by the teasing fingers and hands.  She
felt fingers delicately circling and probing the folds of her
pouting pussy lips.  They gently played with her clit making
her squirm in little waves of pleasure.  Fingers opened and
entered her, spreading her delicious lubrication to her
throbbing love button.  All the while he expertly kneaded and
massaged her.

The highly personal 'examination' of her vulnerable pussy
seemed to go on forever.  Jodi felt herself becoming more and
more excited.  Her mind raced.  Her lascivious nature painted
lewdly erotic images and sensations in her imagina-tion.  She
strained at the stirrups and the bindings on her wrists.  She
wanted to spread her legs 'til they ached. She wanted to open
herself completely to these bold fingers.  She wanted to take
them deep inside her.  She wanted them to fill her more than
she'd ever been filled before.  In her minds eye, she could
see and feel herself thrillingly impaled on this hand.  She
wanted to feel a fist moving deep inside her, massaging her
soul as she engulfed it.  She wanted to feel it's living
presence deep inside her, filling her as she wildly fucked
and fucked and fucked it.

Then she felt the hot and cold sensation of breath as the
faceless form moved closer, tonguing and toying with her now
throbbing clitoris.  The hairs of his closely trimmed beard
ran riot on the sensitive areas between her legs and on her
tender inner thighs.  He eagerly licked and penetrated her
with deep, wet kisses.  She squirmed as she felt the little
tickle of her own musky love juices moving down the crack of
her ass.  Her hips began to grind and thrust uncontrollably
against the illusive tongue.  She felt the urge to grasp his
head with her hands and press it hard against her hungry sex.
She could make it happen, it was her dream after all but, she
fought the feeling.  There was something delightfully
exciting about being helplessly "done to" like this.  She
basked in the rush of feelings and the sense that she was not
responsible for anything.  All she needed to do was to
luxuriate in the sensations as they overtook her.  She loved
her delightfully naughty position and what the forms were
doing to her body.  She wanted to wallow in her instinctive
responses more than she wanted to do anything else.

Turning his attentions from Jodi's now wet and burning hole,
the faceless form stood and moved behind Paul.  Reaching
around Paul from behind, he replaced Paul's massaging hand
with his own, slowly stroking the length of Paul's distended
shaft.  Paul groaned as the unfamiliar fingers glided over
his hard, erect flesh.  The effect on Jodi was electric.
Involuntarily, she inhaled and moistened her lips with her
tongue at the sight.  Her attention was riveted on the sights
and the cool air on the wetness between her legs.  Nothing
else existed for her but Paul's hard cock, the strangers
hands, his bearded face and her own longing pussy.

The bar stool de-materialized and Jodi watched as the forms
floated closer to her.  The hand on Paul's cock guided it
closer and closer to her pussy.  Then she felt the first
touch of the swollen purple head against her starved cunt.
With very little pressure the cock slid easily and deeply
into her.  Her hips undulated in unison with his penetrating
thrusts.  Her wetness flowed within her as the cock slid
firmly in and out of her hungry hole again and again.

When Paul withdrew, his cock glistened and sparkled with the
slickness of her juices in the dream light.  He moved to the
side of her table and leaned over her.  The faceless form
took a place on the other side of the table.  He bent to take
Paul's wet member in his hands and greedily licked Jodi's
lubrication from the hardened shaft.  They were very close
and Jodi could smell her own musk mixed with their masculine
scents.  The image of Paul's hard rod being massaged by male
hands, sucked by a strange male mouth sent erotic shivers
through Jodi's entire body.  It was a fantasy she longed to
make real.  The men moved in slow motion.  It was a
delectably lewd and deliberatly erotic display just for
Jodi's pleasure.

It became clear that Paul was getting close to bursting so,
the male partners traded roles.  Now Paul was sucking
vigorously.  The bearded lover gasped and groaned, thrusting
his hips in counterpoint to Paul's movements.  As Paul
withdrew, Jodi could see the first clear, sparkling droplets
of pre-cum forming at the little hole at the end of the
engorged shaft.  The dream strange began to stroke his
straining cock with urgent motions.  As he masturbated with
one hand, he massaged the hanging sack at the base of his
bursting member with the other.  Jodi could tell that he was
on the verge of cumming violently on her belly.  As she
watched, she realized that she was holding her breath in
anticipation.  A soul wrenching moan cut the air as the first
creamy streams of hot, sticky cum shot out across her body.
Jodi exhaled.  His cum beaded on her hot skin.  The succes-
sive pumping spurts of the warm, milky fluid began to
discipate.  Paul began to rub the oozes of cum on Jodi's
belly down and between her legs, working it and his fingers
deep into her open and waiting cunt.  Massaging her sex, he
paid particular attention to the secret little places he knew
so well.

Not to be left behind, Paul brought himself to the brink as
well.  Soon he sprayed his own creamy load of cum into the
earthy mixture of juices between Jodi's legs.  Jodi closed
her eyes in ecstasy as she felt four strong, cum slick hands
massaging and penetrating the soft, wet, recesses of her very
willing pussy.  The tension inside her was becoming unbear-
able.  Her hips bucked and twisted in her mounting eagerness
as she strained to push herself the last little way to
ecstacy.  The naked forms pressed against her trembling
flesh, grasping and biting and licking everywhere at once,
writhing with her, engulfing her and sharing in her wanton
lust.  Jodi could feel herself teetering over the edge and
into the abyse.  Panting frantically and lost in her dream,
she breathlessly allowed the sensations to overwhelm her.
The ghost like figures seemed to be humming as they melted
away into her body.

Back in the real world, the snooze alarm sounded again.
Paul was fully awake and reached over to tap it before it
registered on Jodi's consciousness.  He could feel the gentle
rocking of the bed and it told him that Jodi was dreaming her
morning dreams again.  Paul loved these hot, steamy mornings.
He smiled to himself as he slowly rolled the light summer
blanket down toward the foot of the bed, exposing Jodi's nude
body.  She was lying on her tummy in a light sheen of pres-
piration.  Her legs were apart.  She was rocking her hips
against the bed and breathing hard in a way that always
turned Paul on.  Paul knew she was on the verge of cumming.
It was a delicious sight and Paul knew they would start the
day with a bang.

He adjusted his position for a fuller view of Jodi's moist
pussy as it rocked back and forth, rubbing against the
mattress.  Leaning on one elbow, he began to fondle Jodi's
soft, yielding inner thighs and wet, open pussy lips with his
other hand.

"Hell," he thought to himself, "...  can't think of any
reason why I shouldn't enjoy her dreams, too!"

With a mischiveous grin, he began to hum a little ditty as
his fingers found their way easily inside Jodi's pouting
recess.

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On another steamy morning not long after, in those moments
between sleep and wakefulness, Jodi dreamed it was Paul that
she and the dream stranger bound to that old doctors
examining table.  But, that's definitely another story!

Of course, Jodi had many other lusty dreams with many other
pleasant themes but, we cannot relate them to you now ...  at
least not until she relates them to us!  

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