The darkness was not total and some light filtered through from the full moon. Her sleep was sound as she had the covers pulled up to her waist, exposing her pink silk night shirt. Her breathing was calm and unlabored as her long black hair flowed over the white pillowcase. Her chest rose and fell as the light exposed the deep cleavage and the swell of her well formed breasts. She always dreamed such active and colorful dreams, but tonight she seemed so calm and serene as she lay there in her shimmering beauty.
Somewhere deep in her subconscious she felt a sensation of warmth and well being as she floated in her dreamless sleep. Her body felt light and opened and she was having the best night's sleep in a very long time. She had recently recalled a very vivid and disturbing dream which had made her fearful of falling asleep after that event. It was a dream of being taken and used by a group of men who were complete strangers to her. Her memory of that night was as if she had been having a dream that she woke from, only to be involved in another sexual dream after awakening. It was so strange and confusing. Fortunately for her, the dream did not come back and now, several months later she was again able to fall asleep and allow herself to lower her guard and get the relaxation that a good night's sleep is supposed to provide.
But somewhere in her mind was the memory of what those men did to her and how her body had reacted to so many men using her and stimulating her. That memory was still there inside her and she knew how she had not only allowed them to have her without any fight, but that she begged them for it. They had been using her tits and nipples until she couldn't stand the erotic sensations. She had called out to them to suck harder on her inflames tits. She slept, but as she slept the old dream was coming back and her body was stirring and becoming aroused from this buried memory. Her deep sleep was so relaxing and yet she was somehow very conscious of the feelings on her flesh. Letting the sensations enfold her, she was drifting with them and enjoying herself as she had not in so long. At first it was totally non-specific as her body was just open and restful and feeling blissful. Her breathing was slow and steady and her chest rose and fell as she was flowing in her own space and time. She always wore a light top to bed and nothing else and this made her feel less confined.
But the mood was slowly changing from one of total rest to one of enjoyment as her body was becoming more aware of its sensuous nature as she was spread on the big bed in her darkened bedroom. There seemed to be more than just this luxuriating feeling overcoming her sensitive skin. Again, she moved slightly as if trying to capture the feeling some more but not really knowing what it was or how to make it continue. But it did continue and for that she was grateful. She knew that a slow passion was building in her body but didn't know why or from what lovely source it came. Her arms rose over her head and her legs were spreading to allow the wonderful sensuous pleasure to have access to her. Her mind was blank but her body was responsive. It yearned for more and her skin seemed to seek out the light touches that she now was able to isolate in her mind and then on her body. It was as if her legs were being softly stroked from her feet up to the tender insides of her thighs. Then the feelings continued up over her hips and stomach until they lent their feathery touch to her breasts. Her nipples had immediately responded to this pleasure and became hard and long under the lightness of this sensation. Touches continued up to her shoulders and onto the wonderful swell of her neck, like soft kisses from a lover's lips. Her ears and then the sweet cavity of her beautiful eyes were caressed but this time it felt like a tongue. A very light moisture was left on her skin as the tongue and fingers moved up her arms before descending down again and retracing the same path in reverse.
Her body was coming alive with need and desire, and in her dream-filled sleep she gave herself to all that it offered. Now as it traveled down over her firm breasts she could feel the vaguely rough texture of the surface of the tongue caress and tease her nipples on their path lower. She could tell that her light top was pushed up over her breasts exposing her to these wonderful touches. She heard a moan coming from somewhere and became aware that she was making sounds as this erotic tasting continued. Moving lower over her hips, the tongue and lips briefly captured her sensitive clit and the open aroused wetness of her womanly secrets. Her hands took hold of the metal vertical rails on the bed's headboard as she signaled her openness to the insistent source of this magical sensation.
"Oh. Yes," she moaned as the tongue moved inside her wet and accepting cunt lips. But this time was not as before and the lips and mouth stayed glued to her sensitive clit and the tongue caressed it so very slowly back and forth.
"Please," she gasped when she now felt her breasts also being tongue lashed and then sucked at the same time. She didn't know what she was pleading for, except perhaps for this to continue. Hands took her soft, toned thighs and pulled them further apart as a tongue now dove deep inside her and moved in and out with an insistence and sexuality that increased her enjoyment.
"Yes," she groaned, "oh, yes," as her legs felt hands softly rubbing her inner thighs as her cunt and clit were bathed in her own sweet juices.
Lips sucked gently on her clit and her nipples at the same time as she began a slow and sexy movement of her hips. The feelings inside her were so enormously arousing that she gave herself completely to the sexual violation of her body. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive to the mouths that sucked them and tongues which circled the sensitive tips and then sucked them back inside hungry lips.
"My tits," she quietly called out in her sexual arousal, "suck my tits," she whined as the mouths attacked her flesh.
