9
Before I went to sleep, I closed up the creepy cam room, sliding the bookshelf back in place and reengaging the latch. I stepped back and took a look. It really was pretty nicely done. I found it because I was going through the books. I supposed if you weren't poking around like that, the opening would be hard to spot.
Trying to figure out who put it there and why, that was a mental task for another day. There were other things to try and figure out, too, but nothing more today. I felt that energetic post-orgasm rush that I had been feeling lately, but I knew I needed to get to sleep or I was going to be useless the next day.
The bathroom had a very nice and very large clawfoot bathtub. That would be wonderful for a long soak when I had the time, but for now, a quick shower and to bed.
Maybe it was the long bizarre day, or maybe the intensity of the orgasms, but the bed was absolutely heavenly. I was unconscious nearly as soon as my head hit the pillows.
Unconscious, and into an incredibly deep sleep.
And then there was the dream.
I didn't remember my dreams very often before that night. I used to keep a dream journal next to my bed, so I could write down what I remembered as soon as I woke up. I ended up with a few pages of your standard dream weirdness: falling from the sky, showing up to class for an exam I had forgotten about, having to give a presentation only to realize that I forgot to put on pants, and all the rest. I had an ex-girlfriend who tried to analyze them and tell me me deep understandings of my character because I had a dream about loosing my teeth or whatever. It was bunk, but she thought it was deep.
I had plenty of erotic dreams too, of course, but those I could never remember well enough to write anything down. I just had vague images of bodies and touching, and then of course a raging hardon as I woke up.
I never remembered a dream as clearly as I did that first night in The Green House.
The first thing I remember of the dream was of being trapped. I was aware, and I could open my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. I could feel something touching every inch of my body. It wasn't crushing or pinching, but I could feel a light compression everywhere. I had control over my arms and legs, but when I tried to move them, the muscles tensed, but there wasn't any movement. Whatever surrounded me held me fast. It was incredibly claustrophobic. I started to think about my breathing. Was I getting enough air? If I was trapped in some kind of solid shell, would I pass out? Panicking won't help. I tried to slow my breathing down and calm my pulse.
As I forced myself to calm down and breathe more slowly, I became aware of a sound, from far away. It was like a pulsing hum, coming in waves. I focused in on it to see if I could tell what it was or where it was. It seemed to be coming from in front of me, but it didn't change in tempo or volume. It was a warm throbbing hum, and the more I listened to it, the calmer I felt, and the slower I breathed.
But something started to feel wrong, like I was falling asleep in my dream, and for whatever reason, I knew I needed to stay awake. The humming didn't change, but it seemed more insistent, more active somehow.
I started to panic again. I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew I needed to change the situation. I needed to move, to be an active agent in my body. I strained the muscles in my legs, then in my arms, forcing against whatever was pressing in on me. I visualized myself shattering whatever was surrounding me, redoubling my efforts with every part of my body.
Only after struggling for a while did I notice that the humming had changed in a major way. It was much louder, and was throbbing faster, more urgently.
I didn't stop pushing against whatever was containing me, but I also listened to the hum. When it throbbed, I pushed harder. The throbbing became more insistent, almost angry. It was a driving beat now, and I realized that I felt more powerful as I followed it. I tuned my body's movement to the sound, and I started to feel some movement. My back ached and I was able to move my hips ever so slightly. I tried to focus in on the hum even more, and I felt the source of the hum move. It had been coming from in front of me, but now it was moving closer.
I felt and heard the hum move closer, moving directly toward my face. I didn't stop moving, I was able to push back with my legs a little bit now, and I was definitely able to feel my hips moving against whatever was constraining me.
Then the hum seemed to move through my face into my mind.
The world exploded.
The shell that I had been trapped in suddenly seemed no more substantial than a cobweb. It disintegrated as I pushed against it. Every sense was overwhelmed with brilliant whirling sensation. My ears rang with the hum, now inside me. My vision flashed nearly blind with the shock of colors and brightness. I was still moving my hips, no, thrusting my hips. I could feel that the thrusting, the movement that had broken the shell was sexual. I was thrusting. I was fucking.
My awareness came back in bits and pieces. I was on my back, but I was fucking. I was thrusting into someone. The sensation in my cock was almost painful. I could feel my cock sliding into someone. Who was she? I felt huge. I felt massive and powerful, pushing into her, harder than I'd ever felt before. She was so incredibly wet, so slippery, but the friction was catching. She was tight around me, and spasmodically clenching me. Was she cumming? I could feel her, but I couldn't feel me entire body.
I couldn't understand why I couldn't see her, but then my other senses started firing. Now I could smell musky arousal thick around me. The smell was rich and heavy like a humid day. I could feel sweat. I could almost feel the smell soaking into my skin. It seemed like the sweat was perfumed with her scent, the scent of her lust. But there was something else.
The next sense that popped was taste. Her juices. I was tasting pussy. Like the scent that surrounded us, the taste was thick and rich.
But then right as I started to taste her, the sensory world rushed in again. I heard an ocean wave in my ears face out like I was coming out of a shower. And there we were, the three of us. Three.
I was pounding up into someone, I still couldn't see her, but now that my ears were clear, I could hear her chanting, "uhg, uhg, uhg," as I pushed into her. I could feel her legs kneeling around my hips, squeezing as she came down on top of me. She was working herself up and down as I fucked up into her. Her weight felt wonderful as she bounced down on me.
But the shock was that I could see and feel and smell and taste and hear another woman. She was perched on my face, and for a brief minute she lifted herself up from my mouth. She had dark skin, like a deep mahogany. She was skinny, almost too skinny. Her thin legs came around the side of my head and trapped me there. Between them lay a fantasy for the senses. She had her pubic hair trimmed close and neat, but not completely shaved. Her engorged labia hung down, just begging to be nibbled on, and in the center, her bright pinkness shone out, calling me to dive back in. There was a sheen of desire coating everything. I realized my mouth was covered in her juices, and there was more dripping down on me. Just simply perfect.
Before I grabbed onto her hips and manhandled her back down onto my face, I looked further up to see who exactly I was eating out. Above two small and very perky breasts, I only got a quick glimpse of her face. I didn't recognize her at all, but her image was perfectly clear, not like people usually are in dreams.
