Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. As I awaken from a dreamless sleep, I can feel his large rough hands slowly move up the silky smoothness of my arms, and over my shoulders. His warm lips trail over the fragrant skin above my breasts, tasting, licking. Am I still dreaming? Am I actually feeling this overwhelming sensation of sensual hunger for the touch of a stranger? My scrambled thoughts tell me I should be terrified, but somehow his gentle touch has calmed me even though my heart is racing, racing with the start of sexual urgency. I tremble and feel myself starting to melt inside. A soft moan bubbles up from my throat, my body accepting his gentle touch and this encourages him to continue caressing my body. My breasts are already aching for any touch at all from him. My nipples harden and I can feel his warm breath tickle my soft, ivory mounds. I must have been very tired, or he was very good at removing nightgowns because I realized that I was total naked. Total open to whatever was happening with this masculine creature draped over me, surrounding me. I felt totally wrapped up in his overwhelming aura, felt so small and deliciously feminine. Then I realize that I'm petrified because I don't even know who this stranger is. Who is he and how did he get in my house? I can barely see his large outline in the darkness of my room. A candle flickers nearby, only just giving enough light to make out his big, hard body. He whispers that he's been watching me and now he can't stay away any longer, that his lust for me has overridden his common sense. He promises that he won't hurt me and tells me to relax and enjoy myself. It's been such a long time since a lover has held me this way that I can scarcely contain my trepidation. I catch a glimpse of the lusty glimmer in his eyes and instantly throws me into a sexual odyssey. All my senses are now involved and alerted. I can smell his body, of man, and it's not unpleasant at all. The musky aroma tickles my nose making me want to inhale even more. He's left my arms free so that I can feel free to touch his broad shoulders, drawing him nearer. My fingers glide along his masculine skin, through crisp body hair, exploring uncharted territory. My arms brush his rock hard biceps and the silky hair on my arms stand at attention. I hadn't realized that I was so sensually sensitive making every nerve come alive. My body tries to follow his touch, arching, as he moves his hands over my breasts. His callused fingers tweak my nipples, making them instantly erect, his warm palms methodically rubbing circularly around the buttons sending streaks of lust to my swollen cunt. Our eyes meet and I can feel his tangible response to our loveplay. He dips his head to my waiting nipples and his tongue flickers out to the responsive tips. His mouth encloses the areola and begins to softly suck, his tongue exploring my inflamed nipples. I can feel the pull of sexual tension between my tits and cunt from each tug of his moist, sucking mouth. "Oh God," I moan disjointedly, restlessly. I can feel his eyes watching my expression. My eyes close and my head dips back. My back arches, thrusting more of my breast into his hot, willing mouth. I can feel the heat of his throbbing, hard cock brushing against my leg, the heaviness of it delighting me, knowing that I'm creating this response in him. I can feel the quivering deep inside, realizing that it's just a matter of time before he penetrates my silky, hot pussy, waiting, just waiting for that wonderful thrill. My arms creep up to his neck, and slowly I wound my fingers through his hair at his nape. His hair is slightly longer than I expected, but it was cool and so very smooth. My fingernails gently scrape his scalp and I hear his hoarse moan against the sweet-smelling softness of my neck. His lips trailed up my neck, his hot tongue bringing a shiver to my spine. His lips whisper how much he wants me, how he's dreamed about possessing me, how he wants to fuck me. His tongue sweeps lightly inside the shell of my ear. Although he's told me that I'm his sexual fantasy, I sense his hesitancy to continue but I murmur that it's okay and that I'll follow his lead. His mouth hovers over mine. My tongue peeks out to wet my lips and I see the flair in his eyes from my innocent action. His breath brushes my cheeks and I realize that I am waiting, almost impatiently, for his mouth to capture mine. "I've been waiting for this for a long, long time" he said gruffly and he lowered his head as my mind exploded from the crushing fierceness in his kiss. His tongue began instantly searching my mouth, our tongues dancing and caressing. His lips nipped and returned again and again to taste my honeyed mouth, as if he couldn't get enough. His kiss was unlike any other I had experience. I could feel my pussy throb even though he had yet to touch me there. I knew, just knew, that I was on the verge of orgasm, just from his scorching kiss. "Don't come yet," he said, as he lifted his head, his lips slightly swollen and moist from our oral play. Was he that tuned into my body's reaction or was he just experienced in knowing a woman's body? My lungs fought to fill with air, and I'm panting as if I just ran the 50-yard dash. "Turn over," he ordered gruffly. I complied recklessly, helplessly. I could feel his eyes on my ass, legs, back, and I knew when he was looking at each part of my body by the burning sensation I felt. He moved on the bed to grab some pillows piled up on the other side. He lifted me effortlessly and placed a pillow under my belly, elevating my ass. Once again his large hands began to caress me, a little more roughly than before. He began at my feet, his tongue lapping at my arches, slowing trailing upward. His hands moved up my calves to the back of my thighs, kissing and nuzzling the sensitive skin behind my knees. Although he was methodical, I could sense that he had another target in mind. His lips trailed lightly up my legs, stopping at my mid-thigh. His hands parted the cheeks of my ass and I could hear his breath hitch in his throat. "Look what I found", he said with a tiny laugh in his voice. My mind whirled at the heavenly pleasure hoped for, but never experienced. "AHHHHHHHHH", I cried as the most awesome pleasure that I had ever felt shot through my soul. His stiff, hot tongue rimmed my asshole, invading, plundering and conquering. His deft actions sent me over the edge into orgasmic paradise leaving me lightheaded, breathing heavily. He couldn't get enough, his tongue parrying and thrusting at my tight bung, and I didn't think I was ever going to be the same again. "Baby, we have only just begun," he promised me. Slowly he caressed me as I slowly came back to earth, my tremors easing somewhat. I just knew that soon I would be out in space once again. But now I could concentrate, the sexual edge simmering, on other things that he had in store for me. He turned me over and my legs automatically splayed apart. "Just the way I pictured you in my dreams," he told me, his hand stole up to my pussy, combing his fingers through my curly cunt hair. His head followed his hands and I could feel him parting the folds of my hot twat. His mouth swooped to feast on the bounty before him. His tongue was the master and my pussy was the slave to his outrageous appetite. His talented tongue vibrated my heated clit and I knew that it was only a matter of moments before I began to dissolve once again. I felt his finger, then two, then three, fucking my quivering cunt. I could feel the heated friction of his fingers delving into my honeypot and my moaning increased. I couldn't believe that I could take much more stimulation without flying apart. My hips swiveled to the tune of his mouth and hand. I couldn't contain my hoarse shout as I felt the vibrations that my pussy generated. I could hear him lapping up my pussy juices. "Mmmmm", he murmured, his mouth still working on cleaning up after me. I could smell the sexual odor permeating the room. But I realize that this fantastic man had given me two (or was it three) unbelievable, earth-shattering orgasms and I had yet to give him one. But I don't think he felt cheated at all. And I certainly wanted to return the favor. I have limited experience in giving head, blow-jobs, whatever you want to call them. I know what they are but have never given one. I almost told him that but I figured he'd soon find out that he was going to be fucking a virgin mouth. He stood up and I realized that he was about a foot taller than I was. His shoulders were incredible and I could just make out the shadow his cock was casting on the wall. He pulled me up to him and my hand automatically reached out. His hard chest was hairy and his abs were firm. God, he was exciting! He gently pushed down on my shoulders, indicating that I should kneel. I planned to stay there for a while, so I grabbed a pillow from the bed on which to kneel. Suddenly I was eyes to eye with his jutting cock. I really wanted to look my fill but his hands sifted through my hair, silently urging me forward. I hoped I would have time later to explore. My eyes closed and my mouth opened. His hot cock lay on my tongue and my hot, wet, mouth closed around his thickness. It seemed as if my mouth took on a mind of it's own (it may have been intuition) and began to suck and my tongue began to stroke the cockhead, and the sensitive ridge underneath. From my kneeling position, I sought his gaze and caught the hungry, agonized look as I continued my ministrations. His head arched back and his groans filled the room. His hands guided my bobbing head allowing me to deep throat his considerable erection. My taste buds all but exploded. My tongue couldn't believe that it was tasting something so soft and hard all at the same time. As my tongue explored all the ridges, my mouth was sucking and pulling. I could feel the veins in his cock throbbing, the blood racing to fill his already superhard cock. I looked up to determine if I was doing it right and from the heated look in his eyes, I was right on target. I could feel my pussy dripping on my legs as I knelt before him. God, this was turning me on. I felt as if my clit was being stroked through my throat. I reached up to stroke him with my warm fingers as I sucked up and down on his cock. I moaned softly, but I knew that his "hummer" was almost at an end as evidenced by the steeled grip on my head and his frantic motions. "Ah, baby, that's it, suck me, yes, yes, ahhhhhh, I'm cummmmming," I heard him growl, felt his hips buck, pushing even more of his meat down my throat as his creamy cum filled my mouth. I made sure that I swallowed every drop that he ejaculated. His taste and texture was indescribable. Sweet, creamy, salty, silky. Unlike anything I've ever tasted. Ambrosia. I continued to suck to get every last fulfilling drop. I was exhausted but not, if that makes any sense. I felt as if I could take on the world. As if he gave me some magic elixir that poured all of his strength into me. As I peered up at him, I could tell by the look on his face that I had done all right, for a first-timer, but we weren't finished with our sexual marathon by a long shot. He pulled me up from the floor as if I were a feather; he tugged my hot body flush up against his brick-wall chest. My nipples perked up as they stroked his hair-roughened pecks and I knew from my slick thighs that I was more than up for anything he had in mind. "Oh, no baby, we're not done yet," he told me gruffly, as I tried to pull away. I looked down and noticed that his boner had regained new life as it pressed into my stomach and it definitely wanted to play. "I'm on my second wind, and baby you ain't seen or felt nothing yet." He slowly backed me up against the door. As he held my wrists in one hand, he pressed them up above my head. Although the power in his one hand was many more times stronger than my two hands, he was gentle, albeit firm. I was caught, prey to his hunter. His head dipped to my arched breasts. I watched him suckle my breasts as if he were a starving man. My breasts were on fire from his frantic sucking, leaving the red tips hard and glistening. I needed to get closer to him, but he kept pulling back, drawing out the sexual tension bombarding my twisting body. He released my arms and they immediately went around his neck in order to hold on to his massive shoulders. He gripped my waist as he zeroed his rock-hard cock into my velvet-slick sheath in one stroke. A sexual scream ripped from my throat and I could feel the rhythmic pulse of my love-hole grabbing his forceful shaft. His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass as he held me steady, allowing me to feel his every stroke. His sac slapped at my tender asshole with his every thrust. God, I thought to myself, would I ever get enough of this? And with that thought, the tension rippled through me, bursting, the pleasure so intensive that I nearly blacked out. As I lay limp in his grasp, I realized that he was just as hard as he had started out. I could feel him slip out, his cock glisten with the thorough soaking it got from my hot pussy syrup. I was a puppet in his grasp as he once again turned me over, and bent me over the dresser. "Let's try something a little different." I then realized that he was going to fuck my asshole. "Oh please, no, I don't think..." I begged him, my voice barely above a whisper, but he was beyond hearing anything other than the call of his dick and his direct gaze on his target. In the mirror, I saw him grasp his thick cock and place it at my rosebud portal. I could feel his shaking, his body urging him to quickly and completely possess and to master utterly. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, in a voice I barely recognized, "and relax your asshole." I did as he tutored me, knowing that he had much more experience in this type of lovemaking than I did. He did not know it yet, but he had had two virgins tonight. The heat of his masculine rod was almost my undoing, as it was slowly, so achingly slow, delving it's way past my tight sphincter. His hot breath peppered my back, his tight groans inflaming me. The experience was indescribable as he was fully seated and I could feel his cockhair tickle my ass. I had such a feeling of fullness, almost numbness. But as he began to move, I realized that I definitely wasn't numb. His hand slapped my asscheeks which seemed to take the pain from my overflowing asshole and placed it on my flaming cheeks. "Ahhhhhh," I squealed, as my ass jiggled from his well-placed slaps. Suddenly his cock was gone for an instant, but back again as he then began to fuck my ass in earnest. "God, baby, your ass is tight and hot", he groaned, his voice harsh from his rapid breathing. Unconsciously, I was trying to get away from this invasion but he wasn't having any part of this, as he cemented his hold on my body, his steely arms wrapping around my hips. His hand stole around to my clitty, and he started strumming me, my hot pussy juices oiling his way. Every intense sensation seemed to condense to this one spot at this one moment in time. "God, don't stop, please, please, oh God, DON'T STOP!!" I screamed and sobbed until my voice was hoarse, every part of my body flying apart. His cock began shooting hot steamy cum into the furnace of my ass. His massive chest bellowed from the force of his breathing, his chest hair caressing my back. He draped himself over my prostrated body, his cock slipping out of my asshole with a juicy pop. I didn't think that I have ever felt anyone as hot as my stranger-lover surrounding me, covering me. I think I passed out because once again I was laying in bed without realizing how I got there. Did he carry me there? He must have because now a sheet lightly covered my body but I sensed that I was alone. Was this a dream? God, if this was a dream, I don't want to wake up!