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For the past two weeks, Andrew had been waking every morning at precisely 4:15, haunted by the same explicit dream. Each time, his eyes tore open exposing the faint blue dilation of his pupils to the colorless ceiling. His mouth hung gaunt, his tongue huddled in the back of his throat recoiling at the uncanny meatiness of the visions. The dream haunted him in such a jarring and primeval way that he could never return to a peaceful sleep. Unfortunately, the visions failed to slowly recede into the basal stump of his mind, but stayed precisely in the eyehole center, constantly available and throbbing.
After two weeks of interrupted sleep, Andrew grew derisive and unpleasant. He was a graduate student of law at the University of Washington, and as each day passed he noticed that his attentions deviated more every day from his studies to the dream. He found himself ripping through so much energy just to stare at the same whiteboard that he had, only weeks ago, derived great pleasure from seeing. Unfortunately, the root of the dream itself was based in sickening, blinding reality - a reality that Andrew experienced every day named Jennifer.
Andrew presented himself stiffly. He wore well-fitting clothes that complimented his uncanny desire for order, and assumed a posture that spoke to his preternatural ability to distance himself from what he considered the trivial aspirations of those around him. His stature was imposing, mostly on account of his heavily clefted chin. That women often desired his body was something he both assumed and ignored. He often removed himself from his peers, both physically and in the imposed conversations of class. He almost never appeared at the either dirty bars near the university, or at the more expensive establishments downtown. He was not a particularly social being, but was by no means anti-social. When it suited him, he would talk at length with anybody on any number of topics, always making sure to keep his own desires out of reach. He never resorted to womanizing, and stopped himself short from imposing anything, let alone his base desires, on women he was not already intimately acquainted with. In this way, the dream jolted him most substantially - it suggested that he violate his most coveted beliefs about the interactions between people.
Jennifer was moderately accustomed to, and comfortable with, her latent sexuality. Tossing the shower curtain aside and peering at her dripping body, she, like Andrew, was well aware that her body was well within those bounds of desire that most people subscribed to. She often found even herself slightly mesmerized by how well she matched exactly what so many people aspired to. Her body could be a coveted sex object, and in her most private moments she bathed in the bodily awareness of being coveted. Jennifer squelched this awareness with clothing, with style. Like Andrew, she reveled in the knowledge that she was an object of desire, that she was the endpoint of a much-evolved direction of fantasy. But, like Andrew she pushed these things into the nether regions of her persona.
Being quite involved in the school of law at the university, Andrew often explored any current issues pertaining to the department. Recently, the school became involved in a suit against an internet pornography site that used the university’s names as a sort of cornerstone for their business. As a graduate student, Andrew felt it his responsibility to explore the site in order to better understand the case. As he wandered through pages of carefully exposed labia, poignant breasts and exclamatory buttocks, he came across an exposure that made him shiver. Seconds after he clicked on her pseudonym, Jennifer appeared in the nude, her fingers draped over her glistening, moist vagina like well controlled chopsticks. At first she was strikingly awkward, but as he looked over her photos, they reached synchrony with the visions he fought with over the last two weeks. These visions, they revolved around the sexual and vital core of Jennifer, her pulsing, vibrant vagina. In the dream the lips were detached, the rest exploded like a schematic, every piece glowing with angelic brightness. Every crevice naked for exploration. Browsing through the pictures, his right forefinger the sole vehicle of his desire, Andrew realized that only through actualization, through affirmation of his visions in reality, could he be freed from the shackles of this recurrent dream. At that moment, partially provoked by the growing heat between his legs, Andrew resolved to approach the object of his desire in a real setting. Sadly, the only setting they shared was the classroom.
Jennifer was fully unaware of her involvement in the site. Drugged at a party by the owners of the site, the pictures of Jennifer’s obeyed their will and knew nothing of it. So, when Andrew approached her after class on a rainy Thursday morning, she could have no idea of his intentions, his visions, or of his prior knowledge of her supple body. As their conversation progressed, the fluids of want received a cue and they fell into a dance of primal desire. Andrew slowly lost control, and Jennifer latched on to the head of the movement. Her interest in Andrew was absolutely physical, which moved her to employ the more visceral aspects of her being. They gradually drew closer to each other, secretly smelling the odors moderately flowing from their midsections. In an odd, and vastly uncharacteristic moment, Andrew suggested that they go to the basement vending machine together because he was thirsty.
As they made their way down the stairs, Jennifer dared to brush against Andrew’s leg, simply to feel the glorious sensation of first physical contact. The interaction blew a stifling flash of light into the eyefront of Andrew’s brain, and the image of Jennifer’s legs wrapped around his bristling midsection made him cringe. The visions of his dream slowly seeped into reality, and he knew that before long he would be unable to maintain his composure. He saw the ripping of underwear, the flirting of hard venous penis with smooth welcoming vagina, and nearly fell down the stairs. By the time they opened the door to the room containing the vending machines, his manhood had nearly committed the unwelcome act of tearing through his pants.
Alone in a dark room, Jennifer’s hands did exactly as they pleased. As the door slammed shut, she grabbed Andrew’s cock with all her might. She wanted to tear it, to take it for herself and lodge it deep within the walls of her uterus. As she committed to this motion, Andrew felt his hands sweeping behind her buttocks, tearing her off the floor and drawing every ounce of her corpus into the bounds of his person. A great heat molded their bodies together, and as Jennifer slowly massaged Andrew’s savagely molting penis, he took her tongue into his mouth, wet lips pulsing with the savage vibrations of his dream. She wore a loose sweater, and Andrew’s hands slipped under it as the tide licks the sand of it’s object. He realized what his dream had told him about her gunshot breasts, and as he rifled over her hardened nipples, his entire body shuddered at the inevitability of entering her body with his extension. Her nose slammed against his, her throat uttering the incomprehensible tones of desire. As she started to quietly scream, one of Andrew’s hands shot down to her pants, silently tearing the buttons apart to reveal a patterned expression of silky pubic hair.
As he pushed further, Jennifer’s threw her chest desperately into the air towards Andrew’s chin, screaming for him to undress. He felt the request in his own breast, and hastily tore the fuzzy sweater off of her body, carrying a soft blouse with it into the realm of disuse. As Jennifer pulsed in her bra and a tight fitting pair of khakis, Andrew embodied his dream in all aspects. He let his cock rip through the pants he had so carefully selected months before. Tearing the buttons off with strong, eager hands, he freed his cock, poking Jennifer in the stomach violently. Her chest heaved again, and as Andrew watched those restrained breasts, he focused all of his energy on freeing them. Tearing off her bra, Jennifer reeled towards the vending machine, slamming the both of them into a painful state of rapture. One of her nipples poked Andrew in the chin, and his cock reached as far as it could to lick that supple breast. He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, slipping them over the calm outline of her butt cheeks and legs. The slippery lips of her vagina peered through her delicate underpants, daring him to meet them. His penis bowed low, and his back arched inversely to allow the head of his meat to interface with her crying hole. In the darkness, they broke the wet embrace of their mouths and stared at each other for one moment. Andrew licked her chin and bit her nose before plunging his giant purple head-meat into her still clothed opening. She cried and bit her lip, and then, with all of her strength, bit into Andrew’s lip. She tasted blood and exploded with rapture. He smelled his own blood and felt the white pain of ripping skin, and slammed even deeper into her seemingly endless whole. The thin fabric of her underwear beat against the delicate walls of her vagina. She cried in pain, and in longing, for this brutal man to remove her undergarments. She pulled away for a moment and looked him straight in the eye. She hoped that this would convey her utter longing, her beastly desire to feel the skin of his cock inside her.
Andrew bent down and slowly removed her underwear with his teeth. It was light blue, just as in his dream, and as his teeth carefully tore the fabric, droplets of moisture formed on the void end of his penis. Jennifer threw one of her legs over Andrew’s head and she revealed the glory of her beautiful pussy lips to him. His throat tightened and moaned in disbelief. His dream became auxiliary, inefficient and unnecessary. His body now knew far more than what his mind could conjure. One foot resting on the vending machine, Jennifer thrust her hole towards Andrew’s nose. It smacked against the bridge, and he looked up, carefully sticking his tongue deep into the blurry pink meat. They both screamed and she grabbed his hair, pulling viciously towards the heavens. He rose, and with his body came his noble cock, seemingly rising beyond his belly and behind him. Her eyes drove into his and asked them to reply with entrance. Andrew maintained for a moment, but was overwhelmed. His buttocks tensed and his glowing penis threw itself into her sweating vagina. Staring at each other, they both screamed a bodily, piercing and irreverent scream. They scared each other with the sheer velocity of the utterance, but then the thrusting began on both sides, and there was nothing more to be concerned with. He plunged again and again, her face red and her mouth open. Her nipples grew ever harder, and Andrew’s back rippled with duty.
Jennifer threw her hair back, showing her neck and its bulging veins. Andrew bit the neck softly and, in exchange for tearing the veins apart, thrust his cock so deep in Jennifer that she gulped. Her head slammed down to allow her eyes to meet his, and they met in a state of fear. Andrew’s hips pounded violently against Jennifer’s, and in his way he apologized for being so violent. Her lips pursed and showed that she loved it, that she wanted to taste her own blood, to lick the pain from her own vagina, and he drew further. Her stomach caved in, exhaling hot breath and sweat bounced from one body to another. Andrew plunged faster and faster, driving towards her core. She bit his lip again and tasted the old blood. The end of her pussy exploded, forcing her juices out against Andrew’s cock. They slipped around it’s base and dripped onto the floor. She cried in rapture and the heat drew Andrew to frenzy. He tried to move his whole midsection into the dripping crevice and convulsed with delight. The base of his penis retreated and he came with an uncanny rancor, shooting himself so deep. Tears flowed from Jessica’s eyes and whisps of moist breath angled forth from Andrew’s mouth. His forehead met hers, and he took one final long breath, drawing the essential energy of his member back into himself. He licked Jennifer’s salty tears and once more shoved his penis deep into her stomach. They stayed glued together for a moment, and then it was over. Semen dripped lazily out of her vagina and along Andrew’s cock to the base of his legs. He bent down and lapped at the mixture of overflowing juices and moaned. His rapture filled Jennifer’s heart and her uterine walls convulsed again, showering Andrew’s nose with a warm mist. He sat down against the vending machine and pawed his cock, easing it into a deep slumber. Looking up at Jennifer, he recognized the view as the moment before waking in his dream. Her pussy continued to drip onto the floor, and he reached out to catch some of the juice. She watched him, and as their eyes probed each other, he licked his finger and reached out to her middle, slowly bringing the moisture to her puckered anus.
After two weeks of interrupted sleep, Andrew grew derisive and unpleasant. He was a graduate student of law at the University of Washington, and as each day passed he noticed that his attentions deviated more every day from his studies to the dream. He found himself ripping through so much energy just to stare at the same whiteboard that he had, only weeks ago, derived great pleasure from seeing. Unfortunately, the root of the dream itself was based in sickening, blinding reality - a reality that Andrew experienced every day named Jennifer.
Andrew presented himself stiffly. He wore well-fitting clothes that complimented his uncanny desire for order, and assumed a posture that spoke to his preternatural ability to distance himself from what he considered the trivial aspirations of those around him. His stature was imposing, mostly on account of his heavily clefted chin. That women often desired his body was something he both assumed and ignored. He often removed himself from his peers, both physically and in the imposed conversations of class. He almost never appeared at the either dirty bars near the university, or at the more expensive establishments downtown. He was not a particularly social being, but was by no means anti-social. When it suited him, he would talk at length with anybody on any number of topics, always making sure to keep his own desires out of reach. He never resorted to womanizing, and stopped himself short from imposing anything, let alone his base desires, on women he was not already intimately acquainted with. In this way, the dream jolted him most substantially - it suggested that he violate his most coveted beliefs about the interactions between people.
Jennifer was moderately accustomed to, and comfortable with, her latent sexuality. Tossing the shower curtain aside and peering at her dripping body, she, like Andrew, was well aware that her body was well within those bounds of desire that most people subscribed to. She often found even herself slightly mesmerized by how well she matched exactly what so many people aspired to. Her body could be a coveted sex object, and in her most private moments she bathed in the bodily awareness of being coveted. Jennifer squelched this awareness with clothing, with style. Like Andrew, she reveled in the knowledge that she was an object of desire, that she was the endpoint of a much-evolved direction of fantasy. But, like Andrew she pushed these things into the nether regions of her persona.
Being quite involved in the school of law at the university, Andrew often explored any current issues pertaining to the department. Recently, the school became involved in a suit against an internet pornography site that used the university’s names as a sort of cornerstone for their business. As a graduate student, Andrew felt it his responsibility to explore the site in order to better understand the case. As he wandered through pages of carefully exposed labia, poignant breasts and exclamatory buttocks, he came across an exposure that made him shiver. Seconds after he clicked on her pseudonym, Jennifer appeared in the nude, her fingers draped over her glistening, moist vagina like well controlled chopsticks. At first she was strikingly awkward, but as he looked over her photos, they reached synchrony with the visions he fought with over the last two weeks. These visions, they revolved around the sexual and vital core of Jennifer, her pulsing, vibrant vagina. In the dream the lips were detached, the rest exploded like a schematic, every piece glowing with angelic brightness. Every crevice naked for exploration. Browsing through the pictures, his right forefinger the sole vehicle of his desire, Andrew realized that only through actualization, through affirmation of his visions in reality, could he be freed from the shackles of this recurrent dream. At that moment, partially provoked by the growing heat between his legs, Andrew resolved to approach the object of his desire in a real setting. Sadly, the only setting they shared was the classroom.
Jennifer was fully unaware of her involvement in the site. Drugged at a party by the owners of the site, the pictures of Jennifer’s obeyed their will and knew nothing of it. So, when Andrew approached her after class on a rainy Thursday morning, she could have no idea of his intentions, his visions, or of his prior knowledge of her supple body. As their conversation progressed, the fluids of want received a cue and they fell into a dance of primal desire. Andrew slowly lost control, and Jennifer latched on to the head of the movement. Her interest in Andrew was absolutely physical, which moved her to employ the more visceral aspects of her being. They gradually drew closer to each other, secretly smelling the odors moderately flowing from their midsections. In an odd, and vastly uncharacteristic moment, Andrew suggested that they go to the basement vending machine together because he was thirsty.
As they made their way down the stairs, Jennifer dared to brush against Andrew’s leg, simply to feel the glorious sensation of first physical contact. The interaction blew a stifling flash of light into the eyefront of Andrew’s brain, and the image of Jennifer’s legs wrapped around his bristling midsection made him cringe. The visions of his dream slowly seeped into reality, and he knew that before long he would be unable to maintain his composure. He saw the ripping of underwear, the flirting of hard venous penis with smooth welcoming vagina, and nearly fell down the stairs. By the time they opened the door to the room containing the vending machines, his manhood had nearly committed the unwelcome act of tearing through his pants.
Alone in a dark room, Jennifer’s hands did exactly as they pleased. As the door slammed shut, she grabbed Andrew’s cock with all her might. She wanted to tear it, to take it for herself and lodge it deep within the walls of her uterus. As she committed to this motion, Andrew felt his hands sweeping behind her buttocks, tearing her off the floor and drawing every ounce of her corpus into the bounds of his person. A great heat molded their bodies together, and as Jennifer slowly massaged Andrew’s savagely molting penis, he took her tongue into his mouth, wet lips pulsing with the savage vibrations of his dream. She wore a loose sweater, and Andrew’s hands slipped under it as the tide licks the sand of it’s object. He realized what his dream had told him about her gunshot breasts, and as he rifled over her hardened nipples, his entire body shuddered at the inevitability of entering her body with his extension. Her nose slammed against his, her throat uttering the incomprehensible tones of desire. As she started to quietly scream, one of Andrew’s hands shot down to her pants, silently tearing the buttons apart to reveal a patterned expression of silky pubic hair.
As he pushed further, Jennifer’s threw her chest desperately into the air towards Andrew’s chin, screaming for him to undress. He felt the request in his own breast, and hastily tore the fuzzy sweater off of her body, carrying a soft blouse with it into the realm of disuse. As Jennifer pulsed in her bra and a tight fitting pair of khakis, Andrew embodied his dream in all aspects. He let his cock rip through the pants he had so carefully selected months before. Tearing the buttons off with strong, eager hands, he freed his cock, poking Jennifer in the stomach violently. Her chest heaved again, and as Andrew watched those restrained breasts, he focused all of his energy on freeing them. Tearing off her bra, Jennifer reeled towards the vending machine, slamming the both of them into a painful state of rapture. One of her nipples poked Andrew in the chin, and his cock reached as far as it could to lick that supple breast. He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, slipping them over the calm outline of her butt cheeks and legs. The slippery lips of her vagina peered through her delicate underpants, daring him to meet them. His penis bowed low, and his back arched inversely to allow the head of his meat to interface with her crying hole. In the darkness, they broke the wet embrace of their mouths and stared at each other for one moment. Andrew licked her chin and bit her nose before plunging his giant purple head-meat into her still clothed opening. She cried and bit her lip, and then, with all of her strength, bit into Andrew’s lip. She tasted blood and exploded with rapture. He smelled his own blood and felt the white pain of ripping skin, and slammed even deeper into her seemingly endless whole. The thin fabric of her underwear beat against the delicate walls of her vagina. She cried in pain, and in longing, for this brutal man to remove her undergarments. She pulled away for a moment and looked him straight in the eye. She hoped that this would convey her utter longing, her beastly desire to feel the skin of his cock inside her.
Andrew bent down and slowly removed her underwear with his teeth. It was light blue, just as in his dream, and as his teeth carefully tore the fabric, droplets of moisture formed on the void end of his penis. Jennifer threw one of her legs over Andrew’s head and she revealed the glory of her beautiful pussy lips to him. His throat tightened and moaned in disbelief. His dream became auxiliary, inefficient and unnecessary. His body now knew far more than what his mind could conjure. One foot resting on the vending machine, Jennifer thrust her hole towards Andrew’s nose. It smacked against the bridge, and he looked up, carefully sticking his tongue deep into the blurry pink meat. They both screamed and she grabbed his hair, pulling viciously towards the heavens. He rose, and with his body came his noble cock, seemingly rising beyond his belly and behind him. Her eyes drove into his and asked them to reply with entrance. Andrew maintained for a moment, but was overwhelmed. His buttocks tensed and his glowing penis threw itself into her sweating vagina. Staring at each other, they both screamed a bodily, piercing and irreverent scream. They scared each other with the sheer velocity of the utterance, but then the thrusting began on both sides, and there was nothing more to be concerned with. He plunged again and again, her face red and her mouth open. Her nipples grew ever harder, and Andrew’s back rippled with duty.
Jennifer threw her hair back, showing her neck and its bulging veins. Andrew bit the neck softly and, in exchange for tearing the veins apart, thrust his cock so deep in Jennifer that she gulped. Her head slammed down to allow her eyes to meet his, and they met in a state of fear. Andrew’s hips pounded violently against Jennifer’s, and in his way he apologized for being so violent. Her lips pursed and showed that she loved it, that she wanted to taste her own blood, to lick the pain from her own vagina, and he drew further. Her stomach caved in, exhaling hot breath and sweat bounced from one body to another. Andrew plunged faster and faster, driving towards her core. She bit his lip again and tasted the old blood. The end of her pussy exploded, forcing her juices out against Andrew’s cock. They slipped around it’s base and dripped onto the floor. She cried in rapture and the heat drew Andrew to frenzy. He tried to move his whole midsection into the dripping crevice and convulsed with delight. The base of his penis retreated and he came with an uncanny rancor, shooting himself so deep. Tears flowed from Jessica’s eyes and whisps of moist breath angled forth from Andrew’s mouth. His forehead met hers, and he took one final long breath, drawing the essential energy of his member back into himself. He licked Jennifer’s salty tears and once more shoved his penis deep into her stomach. They stayed glued together for a moment, and then it was over. Semen dripped lazily out of her vagina and along Andrew’s cock to the base of his legs. He bent down and lapped at the mixture of overflowing juices and moaned. His rapture filled Jennifer’s heart and her uterine walls convulsed again, showering Andrew’s nose with a warm mist. He sat down against the vending machine and pawed his cock, easing it into a deep slumber. Looking up at Jennifer, he recognized the view as the moment before waking in his dream. Her pussy continued to drip onto the floor, and he reached out to catch some of the juice. She watched him, and as their eyes probed each other, he licked his finger and reached out to her middle, slowly bringing the moisture to her puckered anus.