Michelle’s Dream Ffm

Michelle was always a very vivid dreamer. She could recall almost all of her reveries the next day and she took great enjoyment in the freedom that her subconscious seemed to give from everyday student life. As she moved into her teens and early adulthood, they had tended to become more erotic in subject. Her sexually charged dreams were as detailed and expressive as any of the others and it wasn't long before she was making excuses to go to bed as early as possible. This habit meant that by the second year of her studies her reputation her two hard partying female flatmates was a bit strait-laced. Little did they know that her early nights didn't mean that she was in any way a quiet girl once you scratched the surface.The anticipation of a new adventure whilst she dreamed was so compelling that TV, drinking and gossip paled into insignificance. Her small student room in the shared flat near to her university had now became a sanctuary for her to explore her complex sensuality. Michelle saw her explosive orgasms as an exquisite gift that she gave to herself and the details of her lusts a secret for only her to savour.

She was attractive to look at, with a pale complexion and red, loosely curled hair which Michelle had recently cut quite short on a whim. She thought it gave her a more edgy look but her innocent face offset this in a cute girly way. Michelle had a rose coloured flush to her cheeks and large blue expressive eyes. When she became embarrassed, emotional or aroused, the flush would spread from her cheeks, down to her neck and further over her round breasts and curvy thighs. When she became aroused, her nipples would swell, harden and begin to tingle as the flush met them. These physical changes happened too when she travelled through her unconscious mind, her full breasts swelling and pressing against the silk of her nightdress as she slept. In her half sleep, she would often unconsciously tug at her nipples through the thin material of her night clothes. It felt wonderful as the cloth created just the right amount of friction as she rolled each one of them between her finger and thumb. This only served to heighten the vivid images that so readily unfolded in her mind. Often, she would reach near climax simply from this act, awakening soaking wet, her legs wide apart and her hips lifted from the bed. As she stirred, her hand would find its way between her thighs plunging a finger inside of herself, using her other hand to press firmly on her swollen clitoris until she soaked her bedsheets as she came.

And what of the details of her fantasies you may ask? What began as vague imagery, soon became more defined as she became more confident in the adult world. She was never the main focus in her fantasies, but more an eager watcher of others. Michelle found that she was equally aroused by both men and women and thought perhaps she was more taken to the varied possibilities of erotic intimacy than simply a single gender but it was too soon to fully know. One recurring theme however, was a dream where Michelle had been invited to lavish party which was to take place inside an ancient Elizabethan mansion, set within a sprawling country estate with a gravel path a rose garden and intricate topiary. As she approached the house, heavy, weathered wooden door from the courtyard was opened by a short hooded servant and she was led into the Great Hall which lay at the far end of the reception. Michelle had seen such rooms in a gallery once when on a trip to London. She knew they were designed to hold great feasts. Although the wooden beamed banqueting space was only lit with candles, soon Michelle's eyes adjusted and widened as she realised what was happening. There were about fifteen men and women, completely naked and entangled. They were sprawled on a large raised circular bed in the very centre of the room. It was a stage that clearly made lust its focus. The performers were surrounded by a considerable collection of onlookers dressed in formal dinner wear. The murmur of voices from the crowd mixed with the moans and fleshy sounds coming from the stage.

Michelle took up her spot to one side of the raised surface, surreptitiously weaving through the audience so as to get an uninterrupted view of the delicious spectacle of writhing limbs. In her mind's eye, the performers seemed to have different approaches to the orgy. Some clearly sought to focus on fewer people on stage, perhaps more enjoying the idea of being watched and savouring the connection whilst others preferred to move acrobatically between as many people as possible seeing the show as a feat. As a student of psychology, Michelle had always been fascinated by the way in which personality can dictate a person's actions and this was certainly being played out by the actors in her sleeping fantasy.

The experience of the scene was enhanced for Michelle by her growing realisation of the surrounding crowd's sympathetic arousal. Couples watched and stroked each other through their clothes as the performers continued to move their focus between one another freely, the scent and sound of their fucking filling the air.

In her dream, Michelle was beguiled by their freeness. It soon compelled her to slip her hand down the front of her skirt without any care at all of who may see her do so. In fact, she saw some of the crowd eagerly watching her, most trying not to hold their glances too long unless she might cease her play. In her fantasy, she didn't stop or feel any shame. There were many others engaged in similar forms of self pleasure. Then, as the performance peaked, she felt the bodies around her press forward and she was engulfed by them on all sides. At that point in her dream, It was as if the single aim of that crowd was to encourage Michelle to go on until she was satisfied.

After she had orgasmed, she slowly withdrew her hand from her underwear. Then, a woman who had been just a few feet away from her with dark hair (and who was probably at least twice Michelles's age) approached. She was dressed in a sleek green velvet cocktail dress and her lips were painted with bright glossy red lipstick. With no words, she then drew very close, catching the young woman's arm by the wrist. She immediately lifted Michelle's limb upwards with both hands, taking her pale elegant now soaking wet fingers into her eager mouth. She began sensually sucking the juices from each finger in turn. In Michelle's vivid imagination, she could feel how the woman's tongue felt as it flicked around every inch. The older lady, now kneeling before her, savoured the taste in her mouth and held Michelle's gaze steadily. In the next moment the green dressed woman stood again, turning to face and beckon a sleek looking grey haired man who had been watching intently from beside them. As she did so, the woman, guided Michelle's hand up to her full breasts whilst she kissed the man deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. The man groaned as he began to also taste Michelle's juices on his lover's tongue. They drew closer, and the young woman's hand was gradually moved from its resting place on the woman's breasts, down over the length of her velvet dress. At this point, her grip on Michelle's hand moved back to her wrist but this time it was much more forceful. Then, with a slight turn of the hips Michelle's hand made contact with the unmistakable outline of the man's cock. Michelle, in a daze could do nothing but grasp at it through his trousers, her wrist still held fast. Her choice in the matter had beentaken from her. In a second, the man had unbuttoned his fly and Michelle was gripping the head of the straining penis slightly wet with his precum at its tip.

As this fantasy continued to evolve in her dream state, Michelle was writhing endlessly in her bed, a light sheen of sweat covering her youthful body, her legs drawn up and her feet pressing together at their soles parting her throbbing lips pleasurably.

Back in the world of her mind, the older couple, still with no words at all, repositioned themselves so that the man now stood directly behind the older lady. Quickly, the green velvet dress was lifted at the waist, exposing the woman's buttocks. Michelle could see from her vantage point that the woman wasn't wearing any underwear. Seductively, she bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. She pushed her hips backwards and moved her legs apart a little in order to better show herself. Now with great urgency the woman pulled Michelle's wrist towards her which in turn moved the hard cock that she was gripping into a postion where its swollen head, still encircled by the tips of the girl's fingers was resting against her clitoris. Michelle's hand hand had become theirs to use, the grip on the wrist from the woman controlling her husband's length indirectly through the inexperienced redhead so that it would glide sensually over her sensitive swollen clitoral hood. She would then draw them together back slowly across her soaking parted labia only to repeat the movement again in a steadily building rhythm. Michelle's hand was now further directed by the couple to wrap more fully around the grey haired man's cock as he thrust more vigorously so that he began to enter further inside. The dark haired woman was clearly enjoying the sensation of Michelle's fingers and her husband's cock inside her simultaneously and the younger woman was now panting with lust at the sensation of warm flesh and wetness. As the moments went on, the green dressed woman began to push back ever harder so to further engulf the pair inside of her. Seemingly she was becoming more able to accommodate the formidable width of the two, widening with every stroke and then immediately clasping hard on them to create more resistance as they moved outwards. Finally she felt the pulsing of the cock in her hand and his final deep push which delivered his cum inside his wife. Within seconds the older woman also arched her back, lifting her hands from her knees to squeeze her breasts hard as she climaxed. It was an an intimate and symbolic sight for the fantasist as she awoke from her dream breathing hard. Within seconds Michelle's was ready to give her that now familiar release that the characters in her mind had set the stage for.

To be continued...