Chapter 1
Dorrie Pennington was asleep. Her beautiful young face was nearly angelic as she lay in bed and drifted in a wonderfully pleasant dream. Her breath came in and out, slowly and evenly, and the quilted coverlet over the mound of her spectacular young breasts rose and fell with her young, heaving breasts.
In her dream, Dorrie spun around the imaginary dance floor of a palace. She was dressed like a princess in a fairy tale. Her gown was ivory-white and spun gold. Her tiny feet were encased in fragile-looking glass slippers, and her unfettered golden tresses fell loose along her back, reaching all the way to her incredibly tiny waist. The gown was snug at her waist and at her bodice, emphasizing her small waist and the generous swell of her breasts. The gown flowed out below in a floor-length billow that made it look as if she were floating on a cloud instead of dancing. She felt jewels at her throat, the gems of a magnificent and fabulously expensive necklace.
Atop her head sat a diamond tiara.
She felt beautiful, rich, adored, and totally and fantastically alive. But most important of all was the man with whom she was dancing.
Holding her at arm's length and swinging her through the intricate steps of the waltz was the Prince Charming of her dreams. Tall, athletic as an Olympic champion, handsome as a movie star, he was the epitome of any young woman's most heartfelt desire. Dressed in clothing of the finest material and the most fashionable cut, he looked like a he'd come down from Mount Olympus to Earth.
Under the covers, Dome's magnificent young body stirred slightly and stretched into a more comfortable position. Slowly, she rolled from her side onto her back, with her arms to either side and her legs very slightly spread. Caught up in her dream, her arms moved and she brought her hands in toward her slumbering body. Her right arm moved slowly up, her hand tracing the outline of her luscious, firm curves, coming to rest on her full right breast. Her left arm also moved in toward the middle of her body, until that hand lay on the slightly rounded mound of her young belly, just a few inches above her crotch. Dome's pouting lips parted slightly and the corners of her closed eyes crinkled up as her dream self smiled up into the face of her regal partner.
Doris Alicia Pennington had just turned nineteen, and she was in the awkward phase between tomboy and young woman. The way her body had blossomed and filled out suddenly made her feel awkward and clumsy at first. But she slowly grew accustomed to the newly distributed pounds and, in time, she felt a return of her natural grace. However, she didn't yet know how to deal with the one-time male playmates who had now become shy young men. They seemed to avoid being alone with her and blushed bright red whenever she smiled or waved at them. She did, however, understand why so few of them would look her in the face anymore. They all invariably ducked their heads or lowered their eyes to stare at her new tits! It almost seemed that overnight her bra size had changed from an A to a full-figured 36 C, with every indication of not stopping there.
Now Dome's hand slowly closed over one of her breasts as her sleeping body followed the lead of her dreaming mind. In the dream, the dance floor had dissolved and changed into a magnificent bedroom suite, where she now stood with her handsome prince. He bowed his head ever so slightly and brought his lips lightly down to Dorrie's own. At first, his kiss was unbelievably tender and sweet. His lips were warm and moist, and they clung to Dome's mouth with a burning suction. It left Dorrie melting inside and started new reactions in other parts of her body. As the kiss increased in intensity, the prince's lips parted, and his tongue slowly pressed against Dome's trembling mouth. At his gentle but insistent pressure, her lips parted, and the prince's tongue slipped inside.
Dorrie felt her body simultaneously grow tense and also seem to melt as a strange and overwhelming mixture of sensations overtook her. Her tiny nipples became rigid and pressed out against her ballroom gown. In reality, Dome's nipples became almost painfully hard, and the right one pressed up into the palm of her clutching hand. The burning bud caused the hand to cup the breast even tighter in response. In her dream, Dome's legs grew weak, and her dreaming body was suddenly reclining on the huge bed. As the prince's tongue continued its loving assault on her mouth, his hands moved on Dome's willing body.
The prince's left hand cupped Dome's right breast while her own hand massaged its sleeping twin. His right hand slipped ever so slowly down her reclining body as her gown slowly seemed to dissolve. Just as the prince's hand reached her vulva, Dome's own hand cupped her pussy. In the dream, her lover squeezed her pubic mound and let his fingers trace intricate patterns along her outer labia. Dome's hand followed his movements, and the middle finger of her hand slipped slightly inside her wet, hungry cunt. Her finger moved deeper inside before sliding back out.
Dome's back arched slightly then relaxed as her pelvis rocked forward, forcing her finger fully inside. Her body assumed a natural rhythm as the digit went in and out of her vaginal opening in a slowly increasing tempo. As her dream lover masturbated her, her own hand finger-fucked her sleeping body, Dome's angelic face showing her rising pleasure. The prince's finger then moved up to her clitoris and she started to utter low, panting moans and buck her pussy up against her hand.
As Dome's passion built, she looked up into the eyes of her dream lover. His own clothing had also seamed to melt away. He now leaned over the beautiful young girl in all his naked glory.
Dorrie let her eyes trace down the mass of muscle and sinew towering over her. His broad-shouldered form blended into a deep, nearly hairless chest, with pronounced muscles that any bodybuilder would have envied. His chest narrowed down to a washboard stomach and, looming up from a bed of tight pubic curls was his beautifully massive cock.
Unable to tear her eyes away, Dorrie licked her lips in anticipation. The huge tool swayed slightly as the dream lover moved closer and knelt between her knees. As he gently pushed her legs further apart, his cock seemed to swell even more, and a small drop of liquid appeared along the slit. The cockhead was bulbous and nearly purple in color. The huge shaft was crisscrossed with a pattern of bulging veins. Dorrie thought that it was simply the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.
And now she wanted it. She wanted to feel it, to fondle it, and to love it. She wanted to taste it, to kiss the glistening tip, and to draw it into her mouth and run her tongue all over it. She wanted to suck it deeply into her mouth and take it into her throat, to swallow it to the very base and feel the tickle of pubic curls against her nose and chin. She wanted to suck it and suck it and suck it, until it was ready to explode in her hungry mouth.
But most of all, she wanted to feel it inside her pussy. Already, she could imagine it parting her cunt lips and forcing its magnificent mass inside her tunnel. She could feel its incredible smooth skin and its burning heat as it seared itself into her vaginal body. She wanted to feel the tearing, pounding thrust of this unstoppable juggernaut. She was ready to cry out in mixed pleasure and pain as it shattered her cherry.
Dome's sleeping face no longer looked angelic. Instead, it was that of a beautiful young woman in the throes of a burning passion. Her mouth was open in a rapid panting moan, her eyes were screwed tightly shut, and her nostrils were flared as her chest rapidly pumped oxygen into straining lungs. Her right hand pounded over her pubic mound as her fingers plunged into her gaping orifice. Dome's hips pumped up and down in rhythm with her hand and with her dream lover as the dream self prepared for penetration. Dorrie was ready. Dorrie was going to get fucked.
As the prince lowered himself onto the beautiful young virgin, she spread her legs even wider to make his entrance easier. She felt the prince's hand leave her vulva as he prepared to enter her. The free hand now moved up to Dome's left breast and started to squeeze it in unison with the right one. She arched her back again to push her burning breasts into her lover's iron-hard grasp. Briefly, he released his hold on her right breast and, lowering his head, drew the nipple into his mouth. At first gently, and then with more passion, he sucked at the burning nub. Dome's tit seamed to be on fire and she writhed with pleasure and frustration. Pleasure at what was being done to her tit. Frustration at the delay in getting on with getting fucked!
She glanced down once to see the man's rock-hard member just touch her outer lips and watch this muscles bunch as he prepared to thrust inside her. As he did so, Dorrie looked up into her dream lover's face. She saw her brother Matthew staring back at her.
Her wonderful dream shattered instantly as Dorrie bolted upright in the bed. One hand still cupped and massaged her breast, and the fingers of the other hand were still buried deeply inside her. Dorrie was in bed alone, and her fantastic dance had just come to a jarring halt. Somehow, her older brother had replaced the magnificent dream lover who was just about to steal her virginity away.
Dropping back to her tangled bed covers with a piteous moan, Dorrie sobbed into her pillow with anger and frustration.
"No. No. Not again," she cried. "Please, God. Not again."
For several minutes, Dorrie lay sobbing with pent-up frustration, anger, and a deep feeling of shame.
She muttered, "I wish that I'd never looked. I wish that I'd never seen him like that. Then he wouldn't be in my dreams. I wish that I'd never seen him naked. I wish that I'd never seen him with.. . " Her mind refused to continue. Instead, her sobbing continued and the bed shook as she cried her heart out into the soggy pillow.
At last, Dorrie rolled back onto her back. Reaching up, she wiped her eyes and sniffed back the last tears. Deep down inside, she knew what had to be done.
Her body was ready for sex.
Dome's hands stole back to her hot spots. First, both hands returned to grasp her tits. She started by squeezing the large mounds of her breasts, starting from the sides and working from the outside in, working her way slowly in toward the tiny, nub-like nipples. The surrounding tissue of her pink areolae puckered and pulled the nipples even tighter, which made them stand up like tiny flagpoles. As her hands massaged her wonderful tits, she imagined what it would be like to have them sucked, sucked long and hard and deep. Sucked the way she had dreamed the Prince Charming would have sucked them, sucked the way she had imagined her brother, Matthew, might. Pressing that thought firmly down into her subconscious, she continued to squeeze and rub and twist her tits until they were tingling with an inner fire and felt like they were ready to burst.
Finally, Dorrie almost reluctantly abandoned her tits and let her hands slide lovingly along her sweating body to her waist, and then below to her crotch. Pushing through the springy pubic curls, both hands converged on her waiting pussy.
She spread her fingers along the pussy lips on each side and then pushed the lips together and out into a small pouting mouth. Then she moved her index fingers over the opening and slowly started a long, slow up and down stroking motion. As her breath changed to more rapid panting, she continued to stroke up and down the canal entrance while her internal pressure built.
Her back arched slightly and her pelvis pressed forward in a slow, gentle rocking motion. Then, first one and, moments later, a second finger slipped inside the soaking cunt. One finger pushed into and down the soft, ridged canal while the other sought out and found the magic button of her clitoris again.
The first finger kept pumping into and out of her pussy while the second circled and massaged the wonderful joy button. Dome's hips again settled into a rhythm synchronized with the actions of her hands, and her pelvis ground back and forth as her pleasure mounted higher and higher. The bed springs squeaked lightly as Dorrie bucked on the edge of her orgasm, but she was too far gone in her self-induced pleasure to hear anything but her own rasping, panting breath and the soft sucking sound of her pussy alternately grasping and releasing her probing fingers.
For long minutes, the beautiful young woman continued the now frantic finger-fucking. Her motions increased in tempo as her breath and the bed springs kept an exact cadence. Finally, the waves of erotic feeling started to mount as raw, unbridled sensation took over her writhing, twisting body.
Centered in her clitoris and with her pussy gulping and swallowing the pushing, probing fingers, Dome's orgasm swept over her entire being. Burying her face in her pillow to stifle her moans, Dorrie surrendered herself to the endless eruption of pleasure.
Her body flashed white-hot and icy cold at the same time. Her muscles quivered and jerked as the wonderful sensation swept outward from the very center of her body and her soul. It seemed as if her little clitoris was the universe! Everything shot out from its core and reverberated all along her taunt nerves. As her orgasm crested, she felt her entire body spasm and contort once, then again, and finally for the third time. As the orgasm ebbed, she briefly lay twitching while her body slowly relaxed.
With a small, almost shy smile, Dorrie sank into the fragrant, moist sheets. She sighed deeply and stretched her satiated body out full length. Her eyes slid closed and Dorrie fell instantly asleep.