Life as a good little girl/Forgetting the plan you stumble off to bed. Unfortunately, you head to your old bed and climb in beside your step-brother Mark

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Leaden feet carry you by instinct back to your bed, your eyes and brain shutting down en route. Your body climbs atop the mattress on its own power before shutting down, leaving you sprawled atop it.
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While the thought of Tiffany finding out that you're faking it distresses you, you're far too sleepy to think about it, let alone plan anything.
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Immediately the dream starts again, but this time its just a boy.
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Operating entirely on instinct you wipe yourself, flush the toilet, exit the bathroom and turn right into the room you've occupied since moving here. Crawling into the bed you roll onto your back and promptly sink back into dreams.
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"Wha? Who? Stephi?" A voice squeaks.
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In addition to being such a deep sleeper that your parents call you their little zombie you have vivid dreams. Things seem so real that in the morning you often think the dream was reality. Lately you've been dreaming about the porn videos you've been watching on your brothers's computers. Dreams in which you are the star, being dominated by large brutes.
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"Mmm. Yeah," you mumble, a disappointing start to the dream. Wishing it were hotter you put more effort into it, willing your dream-self to say, "Yeah. I want your cock. I wanna get fucked so hard I can't walk straight."
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Tonight's dream is strange. For one, it takes place in your bedroom, and instead of a group of big, hulking, mean looking men there's just one teenage boy.
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"St... Stephi? B-but..." the boy stutters, only to be silenced by your lips descending on his, your tongue prying its way past his lips, searching for whatever it is that makes people talk so much about kissing.
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In it you're lying in bed with your step-brother, Mark. You sprawl out like you always do, naked as a jaybird. Your actions make him wake, and prompts some fuzzy conversation.
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A moment later his lips part like you've touched the secret button - which might be the thick pole your fingers try - and fail - to encircle.
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"Stephi!" he exclaims, shocked at your presence.
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"Ste...." the voice tries again, and you press your lips down harder, your tongue brushing against the dream-boy, trying to find all the spots that will make you both feel good.
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"Mark," you drawl back, smiling and running your hand down his chest.
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For a long moment you revel in the clarity of the dream, how amazingly life-like - and how incredibly good - his tongue feels upon yours. The dick seems a little unrealistic, like your dreaming mind has exagerated it, your subconscious saying that it wants only the thickest of cocks invading your body. A moment later you aren't thinking at all. Instead your body is atop his, the covers magically gone, his pants yanked down and that unrealistically thick dick pressing urgently against your crotch.
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Disappointingly, he jumps off the bed, switching on the overhead light, which almost jars you out of the dream. Fortunately, you hold strong and manage to keep it going, talking dirty to him as he stares at you in shocked wonder.
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"I wanna be fucked. So bad. Don't hold back," you tell the boy, and wish the dream would just skip to having that pole deep within you. Instead you have to lift yourself up to your knees in order to get high enough for your slit to touch the head of his dick. Your lips keep pressing on his until you start pushing down.
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"Wanna fuck?" you ask him at last, running your fingers over your pussy invitingly. His eyes glaze over, but you can see that he's aroused. "C'mon. We both want it. Fuck me any way you want," you invite.
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"Oh go-o-o-o-d... It's so big..." you whimper. "I don't know if... I need you to fuck me. Push it in. One push into my slimy little cunt," you tell the boy, who's panting and wide-eyed beneath you. He looks familiar, your mind tells you, but you push its message aside. You just want the dream to skip to the fucking, not the stupid little details of who.
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"C-can I film it?" he asks. Even in your dream you want to roll your eyes. Your fourteen year old step-brother seems to think everything in life should be filmed, like the time you came out of the shower and he was there with a camera, or when he recorded you giving him a handjob and later a blowjob.
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"Just fuck... me..." you gasp, and the boy rolls you over, grabs your legs and pushes the up over your head. Your hands immediately grab them, pulling them out of his way so he has complete access to your body. God dreams are wonderful, you think as he grabs his dick, presses it against your little hole, and tries to fall within you.
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"Oh yeah...." you say, both in answer to his question and in realization. So that's what he was doing with the phone. Your conscious mind hadn't figured that out, but your dream mind did. You wonder if you'll remember that when you wake up. Did he... "Share the video with your friends," you say, meaning it as a question, but it sounds like a statement instead. He stops pulling out old cameras he'd picked up from garage sales and stares at you, adam's apple bobbing.
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"Ahhhrrr....." you grunt, clenching your teeth as the pole tries to split you open. You've taken a couple of your own fingers within there, but even then it was tight. Thank god this is only a dream, that your body is so relaxed and your hole so coated in your own juices. If not for that you'd split open. As it is it seems to take his entire body weight to make that gigantic thing keep sinking into your cock-starved cunt.
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"Uh, okay," he agrees, and sets up as many cameras as he can.
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You want to crawl away - and be fucked doggy style - or to push back - more pain, more! Instead you lie there submissively, you neck arched back, your chest thrust upward as you try to bear the pain of his entry. Your poor pussy cries out, both in pain and for more.
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The dream gets fuzzy as he does that, like it's about to end, but instead it fast forwards to him climbing between your legs, pushing your legs wider and slowly pushing himself in.
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"So hot. So tight. Tighter than I thought... Damn, Stephi. Damn," the boy rambles, the voice so familiar. You push that aside, not wanting to assign a name to the voice, wanting it to be any of the dozens - hundreds - that Tiffany thinks you've already taken. The thought of Tiffany makes your impossibly stretched vagina throb, and the dick sinks the last few inches inside of you, making you feel like your legs are going to dislocate at any moment.
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He feels so big as he slides into you. That isn't so weird, since in all your dreams the guys have incredibly thick dicks, but normally it's something that you know, not something that you feel. In this dream, however, you can feel yourself opening up around him, being stretched by his size. You didn't even get to see how big he was, but you push back anyway, crying out a little as the action causes a little pain.
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"Fuck. Me. Hard," you pant, and the boy tries to oblige, nearly pulling your pussy inside out on his first attempt to pull back. He settles for small strokes at first as your little cunt adjusts. Each time he pushes or pulls it feels like he's ripping you, and each time you open your mouth to scream in pain you also scream in ecstacy. He quickly grabs a pair of used underwear, and jam them in your open mouth, muffling your cries until he can stuff a second pair in that silences them.
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"Harder. Rougher. Pin my legs next to my ears," you urge him, and grab your legs yourself as he stares down at you. After a moment he starts to oblige, sinking his dick deeper and deeper inside of you, hammering away with his eyes half-shut.
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"You fucking dirty little whore. Take this!" he whispers fiercely, and thrusts harder, yanking to jerk out half of his dick, dragging your fuck-tube back as if it was glued to his dick, turning the end of your pussy inside out on his next few thrusts. Then he yanks it out more, and you find yourself trying to push back, tears streaking your cheeks as your dream lover fucks you hard, ecstacy and pain so intermixed you can't tell which is which.
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"Fuck your skanky little sister. Nail your preteen whore. Spunk inside her dirty little cunt. Then tell all your friends about her. Tell them they can fuck me for just five bucks. I'll do anything they want. Ass? Mouth? Cunt? Any... anyth...."
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The death-grip your pussy has on his dick practically yanks the cum from his balls, and to silence his own yells he sinks his teeth into your chest, engulfing your rock-hard nipples in his mouth. Your hands pull him harder against your chest until his jaw finally relaxes, your stomach full of his sperm, his dick still prisoner within.
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Your tirade cunts off with a scream that makes him jump, and a second later his hand is over your mouth while your privates seem to explode. Dream never felt THIS good before.
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For a long moment you think that's it and that you'll drift off into a dreamless state, but then the dream begins again, his dick not even going soft. He keeps going. And going. And going. His dick hammering in and out of you desperately until at last he can go from tip to balls without problem, your pussy muscles traumatized by the pounding, completely slack as they surrender to the stretching. When they reach that state and he's cumming for what feels like the third time he reaches over the side of the bed and grabs some oil.
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"Shit. Dammit. Mom and Dad might've heard that. Why're you screaming? Fuck, you're wetting the bed."
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The next part of the hazy dream has him spraying oil on his still hard dick, over your tiny little asshole, and then inside. Oil soaks into the bed sheets before he starts playing with your anus, starting with his little finger, then working his way up to his thumb, then two fingers. Three brings you close to that feeling of agony and ecstacy you had before, but it isn't until he tries to force himself within your clenched little hole that your find yourself cumming again, water spraying out of your wide open cunt and splashing down upon your bitten and bruised chest.
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Humping his motionless dick you try to make the feeling continue.
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"What the fuck? Damn. A screamer and a squirter, Stephi? You sure are a filthy whore, aren't you?" the boy laughs lightly, and you nod. Such a dirty little whore, you think, trying to push up, to help him ram that monster up your virgin backside. It's what all the girls do in the pornos. They all want their backsides ripped open by the thickest log they can find. Somehow, between the lubrication, relaxation, and determination on both of your parts, his dick manages to sink past your bunghole as it screams in protest.
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"W-wait, Stephi. I-I'm gonna.... Oh shit," he groans, and sags forward, your entire fuck-tube sheathing his cock. Something hits you lightly inside your quivering cunt, right at the end, and you squeal out in joy as the good feeling returns yet again. This time it's so strong that you pass out.
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"Oh yeah. So fucking tight. Even better than your cunt. Yeah, Stephi, fuck me with that ass. You love it up the ass, don't you?" he asks, and you nod as another orgasm hits. He keeps fucking, deeper and deeper, battering your ass muscles into submission just like he did your cunt, leaving them traumatized and weak, unable to clench as you squeal from one orgasm to another, absorbing his cum as he keeps pumping it into you without any signs of stopping.
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"Come on Stephi, keep moving," a voice is calling. Your scalp hurts and after a moment you realize it's because someone is yanking on it. Is that Mark? Are you a dog in this dream?
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Abruptly you find your hair being yanked and your body sliding from the bed. "C'mon Stephi. We gotta get you back to your own bed. I'm too tired to do it anymore."
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"Woof," you say, because that's what dog's do.
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"Aww.."
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Sighing, he yanks again. You pull back so you can feel the pain in your scalp intensify on the next yank, and let your tongue hang out of your mouth, a bit of drool rolling off the end.
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"Yeah yeah. Don't worry, I'll fuck you as much as possible from now on, okay?" the boy asks.
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"Keep moving. I don't think mom & dad heard you cumming, but I don't want to risk it. Dammit, c'mon girl. Be a good bitch and move forward," he urges.
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You smile up at him, his face lost in darkness as you nod enthusiastically. "I'll fuck you and everyone else. I need it bad," you whine.
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"Arf," you agree, and move forward like a good dog. So long as he keeps pulling on your hair you keep moving forward. As if clue-ing in to this he pulls harder and you trot faster, panting happily.
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Chuckling tiredly the boy uses your hair like a leash, wrapping it around his fist as he leads you, crawling on hands and knees, down a corridor that seems familiar. You can feel air invading your gaping holes, liquid dripping out of them, leaving a trail like the slime of a snail. Whenever you slow down or start to sink to the ground the boy yanks on your hair, reviving you enough to make you move. The pressure on the roots of your hair never eases as he leads you forward, until at last he makes you climb atop another bed, face in the mattress, knees under you, your ass facing an absurdly large window while what feels like the sun shines light down on your from above.
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"Up," he urges, positioning you at the end of the bed.
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"Nighty night, slutty Stephi."
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"Woof!" you agree, and jump up onto the mattress.
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"Night..." you mutter, and the dream ends.
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"Turn so that you're on all fours, facing the window," he instructs. "If there's anyone awake in the apartment over there they'll love seeing you show your ass and pussy."
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Much as you want to argue you can't, because you're a dog. Otherwise you'd tell him that they won't be able to see you because every idiot knows that when a light is on in a room no one outside a window can see into the lit-up room. It's like a physics fact or something.
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[[Life as a good little girl/Wake up from the dream to an empty house, a school day, a field trip, and nothing to wear. Can a call to Tiffany help?]]
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"Good girl," he says, patting your head. Then your ass. "I'm gonna send that video to everyone I know. Or at least the ones that won't tell mom and dad. You okay with that?"
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"Arf!" you say happily, wagging your ass and nodding your head.
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"Good girl," he says again, and walks quickly away.
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The dream ends...
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[[Life as a good little girl/Wake up to an aching pussy and realize it wasn't a dream]]
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[[Life as a good little girl/What an awesome dream, you think, hoping you can do it again every night]]
[[Life as a good little girl/Fast forward to a new wardrobe after many nights filled with wild fuck fantasies that seem so vivid]]
[[Life as a good little girl/Fast forward to a new wardrobe after many nights filled with wild fuck fantasies that seem so vivid]]

Current revision as of 01:36, 9 August 2015

While the thought of Tiffany finding out that you're faking it distresses you, you're far too sleepy to think about it, let alone plan anything.

Operating entirely on instinct you wipe yourself, flush the toilet, exit the bathroom and turn right into the room you've occupied since moving here. Crawling into the bed you roll onto your back and promptly sink back into dreams.

In addition to being such a deep sleeper that your parents call you their little zombie you have vivid dreams. Things seem so real that in the morning you often think the dream was reality. Lately you've been dreaming about the porn videos you've been watching on your brothers's computers. Dreams in which you are the star, being dominated by large brutes.

Tonight's dream is strange. For one, it takes place in your bedroom, and instead of a group of big, hulking, mean looking men there's just one teenage boy.

In it you're lying in bed with your step-brother, Mark. You sprawl out like you always do, naked as a jaybird. Your actions make him wake, and prompts some fuzzy conversation.

"Stephi!" he exclaims, shocked at your presence.

"Mark," you drawl back, smiling and running your hand down his chest.

Disappointingly, he jumps off the bed, switching on the overhead light, which almost jars you out of the dream. Fortunately, you hold strong and manage to keep it going, talking dirty to him as he stares at you in shocked wonder.

"Wanna fuck?" you ask him at last, running your fingers over your pussy invitingly. His eyes glaze over, but you can see that he's aroused. "C'mon. We both want it. Fuck me any way you want," you invite.

"C-can I film it?" he asks. Even in your dream you want to roll your eyes. Your fourteen year old step-brother seems to think everything in life should be filmed, like the time you came out of the shower and he was there with a camera, or when he recorded you giving him a handjob and later a blowjob.

"Oh yeah...." you say, both in answer to his question and in realization. So that's what he was doing with the phone. Your conscious mind hadn't figured that out, but your dream mind did. You wonder if you'll remember that when you wake up. Did he... "Share the video with your friends," you say, meaning it as a question, but it sounds like a statement instead. He stops pulling out old cameras he'd picked up from garage sales and stares at you, adam's apple bobbing.

"Uh, okay," he agrees, and sets up as many cameras as he can.

The dream gets fuzzy as he does that, like it's about to end, but instead it fast forwards to him climbing between your legs, pushing your legs wider and slowly pushing himself in.

He feels so big as he slides into you. That isn't so weird, since in all your dreams the guys have incredibly thick dicks, but normally it's something that you know, not something that you feel. In this dream, however, you can feel yourself opening up around him, being stretched by his size. You didn't even get to see how big he was, but you push back anyway, crying out a little as the action causes a little pain.

"Harder. Rougher. Pin my legs next to my ears," you urge him, and grab your legs yourself as he stares down at you. After a moment he starts to oblige, sinking his dick deeper and deeper inside of you, hammering away with his eyes half-shut.

"Fuck your skanky little sister. Nail your preteen whore. Spunk inside her dirty little cunt. Then tell all your friends about her. Tell them they can fuck me for just five bucks. I'll do anything they want. Ass? Mouth? Cunt? Any... anyth...."

Your tirade cunts off with a scream that makes him jump, and a second later his hand is over your mouth while your privates seem to explode. Dream never felt THIS good before.

"Shit. Dammit. Mom and Dad might've heard that. Why're you screaming? Fuck, you're wetting the bed."

Humping his motionless dick you try to make the feeling continue.

"W-wait, Stephi. I-I'm gonna.... Oh shit," he groans, and sags forward, your entire fuck-tube sheathing his cock. Something hits you lightly inside your quivering cunt, right at the end, and you squeal out in joy as the good feeling returns yet again. This time it's so strong that you pass out.

"Come on Stephi, keep moving," a voice is calling. Your scalp hurts and after a moment you realize it's because someone is yanking on it. Is that Mark? Are you a dog in this dream?

"Woof," you say, because that's what dog's do.

Sighing, he yanks again. You pull back so you can feel the pain in your scalp intensify on the next yank, and let your tongue hang out of your mouth, a bit of drool rolling off the end.

"Keep moving. I don't think mom & dad heard you cumming, but I don't want to risk it. Dammit, c'mon girl. Be a good bitch and move forward," he urges.

"Arf," you agree, and move forward like a good dog. So long as he keeps pulling on your hair you keep moving forward. As if clue-ing in to this he pulls harder and you trot faster, panting happily.

"Up," he urges, positioning you at the end of the bed.

"Woof!" you agree, and jump up onto the mattress.

"Turn so that you're on all fours, facing the window," he instructs. "If there's anyone awake in the apartment over there they'll love seeing you show your ass and pussy."

Much as you want to argue you can't, because you're a dog. Otherwise you'd tell him that they won't be able to see you because every idiot knows that when a light is on in a room no one outside a window can see into the lit-up room. It's like a physics fact or something.

"Good girl," he says, patting your head. Then your ass. "I'm gonna send that video to everyone I know. Or at least the ones that won't tell mom and dad. You okay with that?"

"Arf!" you say happily, wagging your ass and nodding your head.

"Good girl," he says again, and walks quickly away.

The dream ends...


Life as a good little girl/Wake up to an aching pussy and realize it wasn't a dream

Life as a good little girl/What an awesome dream, you think, hoping you can do it again every night

Life as a good little girl/Fast forward to a new wardrobe after many nights filled with wild fuck fantasies that seem so vivid

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