In her dream, Nancy was horny, miserable, and knew that she needed her trusty hairbrush. She needed to fuck herself with the handle of her favorite plastic hairbrush. The hairbrush had never failed to send the empty, hollow, horny feeling to sleep. It would work, she trusted, even in this strange alien landscape, this distant planet of her distorted dreams. But she couldn't find it! The hairbrush was missing! Where was it? She looked under rocks, inside hollow trees, beneath angry babbling brooks, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She groped around, flailing her arms and her grasping hands in all directions, but to no avail. Meanwhile, her body was turning inside out, her organs floating away in the breeze toward the distant orange clouds. She wept with the pain and the misery and the loneliness and wondered what would become of her in this strange, cruel, alien world as her body dissipated and ceased to exist!
Then, against all hope, still in her dream state, she found the hairbrush! Her flailing hands finally landed upon it! It was growing out of the ground, the cold hard ground of this alien planet, in the middle of a wide open field, sticking straight up toward the purple and orange sky! The bristles were buried deep underground, but the long, ridged shaft of the thick plastic handle, which she had ridden so many times before, safe in her bed, was unmistakable, sprouting up toward the alien sky like a fence post. She grabbed it, and tried to pull it to her, uprooting it like a dandelion, but it wouldn't budge. It was too firmly rooted in the alien ground. She pulled and pulled, twisting it, yanking it, but to no avail. It was too firmly rooted in the ground. She howled with pain and frustration. How could she pleasure herself, satisfy her yearning pussy, send the emptiness to sleep, if she couldn't extirpate the hairbrush from the ground?
Finally, having no other option, Nancy, in her dream, knew that she would have to ride the hairbrush in its place in the ground. No problem, she thought, she could do this. She lifted herself off the ground. She straddled the upright handle of the dream hairbrush, one foot on either side, and gradually lowered herself onto it. She sank to her knees, and placed the end of the handle against the wet, swollen lips of her pussy. She slowly lowered herself, inch by tortuous inch, taking the long, stiff handle deep into the secret caverns and delicate folds of her womanhood, as she had done so many times before, back in her own bed on planet Earth. As the rigid shaft entered her, touched her, loved her, penetrated her, she felt her pain, slowly, gradually, beginning to fade. The deeper the loving shaft of the handle of the hairbrush penetrated her, the more her pain, her hollowness, her emptiness, began to dissipate.
Curt, lying in bed next to Nancy, felt her hand on his cock. She was babbling to herself, clearly still asleep but delirious. She tugged and yanked on his cock, rather painfully. He'd had many an excellent hand job from her wonderful, talented, hands, but this was not one of them! He wanted to yelp in pain, but bit his lip instead. He didn't want to awaken her. He wanted to see where this was going.
When she rolled up to her knees, and threw one leg over his hips, and poised her naked pussy above the swollen purple head of his cock, Curt's eyes grew wide. He'd never had his cock inside of Nancy before, as much as he'd always wanted to; as much as he had yearned to! He watched as she put one hand on his chest, and one on the bed, and slowly, gradually, impaled herself onto the engorged, rigid shaft of his cock. Her soft, wet pussy slid down, inch by exquisite inch, onto his turgid manhood. The soft wetness of her delicious pussy was incredible, and it was all that he could do to keep from crying out with the exquisite pleasure as her soft, tender tissues engulfed his raging organ. Curt had never known such pleasure, such ecstasy, such soft, loving, exquisite rapture as the feeling of the inside of Nancy's soft, delicate, under-utilized pussy.
Down she came, deeper and deeper onto Curt's waiting, throbbing cock. Her eyes were still closed, and her breathing still bespoke a deep, troubled sleep. She bounced up and down, ground her hips in a circle, and worked up a rhythm, long practiced from sessions with her beloved hairbrush. Curt closed his eyes and fucked back, thrusting his hips, penetrating deeply into her soft wonderful flesh with every inch of his shaft, stroking and loving her sugar walls with his flaring cock head. He couldn't remember ever experiencing such exquisite pleasure in his life.
Nancy, in a trance, in a dream, fucked his upright cock with all of her will, all of her body, all of her unconscious need. She humped up and down, she rotated her hips, she undulated her pelvis, just as she had done so many times with her hairbrush. She ground the tender walls of her pussy all over Curt's rigid cock, squeezing the shaft with her lips and engulfing the flaring head with her soft, moist, tender pussy walls. She leaned forward, and ground her clit against his pubic bone, stimulating herself both inside and out. As Curt's shaft drubbed against her clit, and his flaring cock head jammed against her G-spot, her body began to experience feelings it had never before know. Feelings as ancient and inevitable as the stars in the sky, as the tides in the ocean. And yet they were new to Nancy, who hadn't had a cock inside her for a long, long time, and never a cock attached to a man who loved her as much as Curt did. The feelings were totally new to her, totally alien, yet totally, and completely, wonderful. As she ground and slid and wound herself on Curt's turgid erection, Nancy's body found a new high that it had never before known. Endorphins were released, nerves were stimulated, higher highs and deeper depths than she had ever before experienced were achieved.
Suddenly Nancy's eyes fluttered open. The stimulation of Curt's loving cock in her pussy broke through both her sleep and her delirium. She was awake, aware, alive! She glanced around herself, cognizant of her surroundings for the first time in many days. The first thing she saw was Curt's beautiful face, loving and caring and beatific, staring up at her. The next thing she saw was her crotch, completely connected to Curt's, down below her bouncing breasts. But her body was already busy moving, undulating, rotating and wiggling, and, indeed, fucking, hard and fast against Curt's beautiful, loving cock.
Nancy didn't stop to think. Her body didn't give her the option. It needed to fuck and it knew it. Her body was much smarter than she was. It kept up its rotating, wiggling, undulating motion on the spindle of Curt's long, hard, loving cock. Curt provided his own motion, fucking up and around and in and out, doing his best to stimulate all of the nerve endings in Nancy's long-suffering and long-underloved vagina. He looked up into her face, hoping to see her reflect the love that he had long felt for her.
But Nancy's eyes were again closed. Her body had taken over completely; it was moving, gyrating, undulating, rotating, and fucking up and down on Curt's cock. Nancy's mind was out of its element; she had never experienced such rapture, such overwhelming feelings, in her entire life. It was all that she could do to stay conscious for the duration of the wild, exhilarating ride. She bounced, she moved, she squirmed; she felt the long, loving shaft of Curt's manhood penetrating her, loving her, stimulating her, saving her. Saving her from the long, slow, deadly exile of her formerly loveless existence.
As Curt's shaft slid across Nancy's clit, and his cock head stimulated Nancy's G-spot, her body gradually, inexorably, built up to a climax that could not be denied. Nancy felt her skin rise in temperature; she felt her nipples harden and protrude; she felt her fleshy buttocks tighten; she felt her thighs tingle; she felt her jaws clench. And then, finally, she felt a warm, moist, lurching expansion deep in her groin. She felt an explosion deep in her soft, round body. She felt the wave of warm, violent, shuddering ecstasy overtake her entire being. She threw her head back, opened her throat, and screamed out to the skies! Her body was wracked with such intense pleasure that she couldn't tell if it was pain or ecstasy. And she didn't care! She screeched, tensed, arched her back, and froze in time for several seconds as her orgasm rocked her to her very core. And then she fell forward, spent, landing directly on Curt's chest, sobbing and bawling like a baby.
"There, there, darling," Curt was saying, one arm around her waist, and the other stroking the damp blonde sweaty hair on the back of her head. "It's okay, darling. It's okay."
Gradually, Nancy came back to her senses, and raised herself up on her elbows. She looked down at Curt's face beneath her. He was so beautiful that it nearly broke her heart.
"Oh, Curt..." she started to say. But then she choked up and could say no more.
"Hush, darling," Curt told her. "Just lie there, and let me hold you." They held each other, tenderly, for a long time.
Lying there in Curt's arms, Nancy noticed that the emptiness, the hollowness, in her gut, was at bay. As usual, she turned her mind's eye inward, to see if it was really asleep. To her surprise, to her amazement, to her utter shock, it was not merely asleep; it was gone! She looked deeper and deeper within herself, her mind's eye probing deeper and further than it had ever gone before. And it was gone! It wasn't asleep; it wasn't dormant. It was gone, totally gone, dead! She hadn't been free of the hollow, horny feeling for as long as she could remember. But now it was gone. It was difficult for her to believe, but it was true. As hard as it was to believe, she was, finally, totally, free of it!
And then, suddenly, she knew why it was gone. She raised herself back up on her elbows, up above Curt's beautiful, wonderful, loving face. She looked him in the eyes. She knew why it was gone. It was because of Curt, of course.
"Curt," she said. "It's gone!"
"What's gone, darling?"
"The hollow feeling, the emptiness. It hasn't gone away in years. But now it's gone. It's not asleep; it's not dormant, like usual. It's gone, dead, completely. It's amazing. I can barely believe it."
"Of course, darling," said Curt. "I believe it. It makes perfect sense." He knew why, even if Nancy had trouble understanding it.
"Curt," said Nancy, hesitantly. "I have a strange feeling, and a strange idea, but it's hard to believe. I can barely believe it myself. And I don't expect that I can ever get you to believe it."
