"The sons and daughters of Lilith, will prey upon the young at night. 'Tis also true that in times of weakness, or of doubt, the more mature and experienced adult can be a potential target. And not just by night, for 'tis truth to say by day these daemons are as mischievous."
Monstromous - c.1796
Charlotte dreamed that she had nestled in closely to her husband. She felt his slightly portly belly warm against her back. The cheeks of her bottom, were pressed against his groin. She could feel his heat from that area, emanate outwards, giving her an enormous sense of wellbeing. She murmured contentedly. He moved in his sleep, enfolding her body with his arm. In her dream, she was as close to happiness as a person could come, perhaps with one exception. She wiggled her bottom, her cheeks spreading either side of the sleeping form of her husband's cock. The contact with his genitals bringing on a heat within her. Charlotte pushed herself hard against Simon's cock in the hopes the move would wake him, but he remained in deep sleep.
Rolling slightly onto her chest, she raised her left leg. Her right leg she straightened out, keeping it in contact with her husband. She could still feel his limp penis at the base of her bottom, resting upon the top-most part of her thigh. Her right arm was up underneath the pillow, but with her left, she slipped two fingers into her mouth, sucking noisily upon them. Her tongue playing over the filbert nails, as she sucked on them, pulling them from her mouth at the same time. She then ran the fingers down over her left breast, leaving a slight trail of wetness. Her nipple was already raised and hard. Keenly waiting for the touch of those fingers. But as Charlotte's fingers drew near, she paused them in their progress to run them over and around the areola.
The erected nipple, had drawn much of the areola into it, as its surface area increased, but there was still plenty of the bumpy red-brown skin for her fingers to play with. Charlotte's large nipples and areola were favoured by her husband, who would often suckle upon them child-like. But she loved them too. Since child-birth they had not only increased in size, but importantly for her, in sensitivity too. She also liked the fact that through most blouses, her nipples were visible when she was bra-less and through some, when she was wearing a bra.
She removed her fingers from teasing the nipple's adornment, to suck them into her mouth again, before, wet with her saliva, she directed them straight to her aching thumb-nail sized erection, to pinch and pull upon it. She moaned, not worried at how loud she was, she needed this, her body was giving her no option.
Her fingers teased upon the marble-hard protuberance, each time she squeezed it, almost to the point of pain, she swivelled her hips, driving the mound of her pussy into the mattress. Ever in her mind was the limp cock riding on her thigh as she began to buck to the self-induced pleasure. Her fingers had now moved on from their torture, and had already traversed the soft curves of her hanging breast, running over the humps of her ribs and across her flat stomach. Charlotte was always completely shaven about her pussy, her husband preferred it, but then, so did she. And now as her fingers crested her pubic mound and her index finger slid between her wet lips, she enjoyed her bald pussy all the more. The top of her hand contacted the bed sheets as she ran her finger down her slick channel towards her vagina. The sheets were wet and the contact with her hand made her purr. "Ummm, ohhhhh." She vocalised her growing lust. Her hip pushing into her husband's sleeping body as her finger circled around her now swollen clitoris.
She allowed her forefinger and index finger to part her labia and slide down towards her hole, picking up her juice as they slid downwards. At the sphincter, she ran them around the puckered hot flesh before sliding them inside her. "OOHH FUCK!" She moaned loudly, both legs shooting straight out so that she lay upon her hand, the fingers slurped noisily in and out of her hot wetness. She was surprised at how near to orgasm she was already. She had played with herself many times, with or without her husband, but she considered playing with herself with him asleep in the bed and not knowing what she was doing, was in fact tripling her arousal.
She held her hand and fingers steady and started to fuck them, raising and lowering herself onto them, her hips rubbing on her husband's cock at the same time. Her breathing rasped in her chest as with eyes closed, her climax neared. "Oh fuck, oh fuck ohhhh." Charlotte panted into her pillow. Her mind taken over by the animal need to be fucked. Suddenly she felt a stiffening of Simon's cock against her and his hand slip across her buttocks towards her pussy. She opened her legs, welcoming; screaming, for his attention. His fingers slipped with ease, into her hotness, joining hers.
"Fuck you are hot Charlie!" His fingers dipped into her twice, then fully lubricated he pulled them out and rammed them into her arse up to the knuckles.
"OH GOD, GOD Simon, oh SIMON!" As she felt his burgeoning cock increasing in its growth expansion, her brain exploded with the overload of sexual input it was receiving. "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh, uugh!"
"Charlie you are a fucking hot little minx, you almost finished without me, didn't you?"
All Charlotte could think about was that throbbing erection pulsing hot against her leg. Her right hand had shot from beneath the pillow and grasped hold of the erection, squeezing upon it as she dipped another couple of fingers into her cunt and rode out her orgasm. Her come flooding over her hand and onto the sheets. "Oh Fuck, oh fuck that was good, oh Christ I needed that...oh...oh." She puffed and panted into the pillow trying to recover her breath, then turned and said seductively to her husband. "Fuck me Simon, fuck me hard, please... oh please...fuck me hard!"
He raised himself over her thigh and kneeling between her wide-open legs, he lowered himself upon her, his stiff cock sliding between the lubricated cheeks of her bum and into the waiting embrace of her wet finger tips. Charlotte squeezed the bulbous head a couple of times, then guided it in between her labia and into her gaping hole. With his bulk, she could only receive a few inches, but that was enough to have her moaning again. Simon grabbed at her hair with one hand, whilst pushing her into the mattress as he began to ride her. "Wanking without me huh? Now I shall make you pay for that!"
