("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Blissfully Dreaming by Tychon (tychon_eheron@yahoo.com) *** A man out for a simple late night walk finds the treasures that can await behind frilly curtains. (MF, nc, rp, oral) *** I can't really recall what had drawn me to look in that window then. No sounds, no flashing lights, nothing. It didn't seem like such an interesting window, just some frilly white curtains blowing through with the night's breeze, and a gentle darkness beyond. But inside I looked anyways, and the moon's light offered me quite a sight. She seemed quite peaceful, curled up on her side as she lay there sleeping. I can't help but feel a perverted notion of her being an exhibitionist tug at the back of my mind. But in truth, it was little more than a warm summer's night that caused her to lay there on her bed, dressed snugly in her white t-shirt and those cute little panties, purple with a frilled edging. Much like the curtains I noted, although the pattern seemed to be a mix of hearts and flowers, her curtains lacking such a display of affection. Now I'm not really such a bad guy. I live in a little apartment three blocks down, I have a steady job, pay my taxes, and I even help cleanup when they have those little organizations get together to save the environment. It's not a justification, but it's not like I live my life stalking little girls in effort to see the color of their panties. She just looked... so peaceful. Carefully I took off my shoes, placing them behind the shrubbery so they wouldn't be noticed should anyone that happened by. Getting through the window was a bit of a trick, I'm not exactly a small man. About six foot two inches and two hundred ten pounds, this was not a window designed for the likes of me to be crawling through. But make it through I did, and I softly thudded against the floor in my socked feet. Good thing I had thought to remove my shoes; the flooring was a beautiful mahogany boarding, the kind that you'd slide across on as a kid with your socks on. Silly, the thoughts that run in your mind at such a moment. But when I turned to look from the foot of her bed, much sillier thoughts began to fill my head. Much less gentler notions they were, and my mouth began to salivate at such thoughts, such desires. Forcing my mind out of its wanderings and with great will, I began to inch my way around to the side of her bed, trying my damnedest not to creak one of those floor boards. Well, I wasn't entirely successful, but the fact that she didn't even stir at such noises brought about much greater courage to my action. I lifted a knee and pressed it into the mattress of her bed. Shifting my weight, I raised the other to its place beside the first. Finding myself kneeling over the small frame of this beautiful girl, I was overwhelmed with the simple feeling of bliss that seemed to exude from her as she calmly slept, unaware of the monsters that lurked on her bed. With an almost catlike grace that surprised even me, I straddled myself over her face; not much caring to waste time seducing a girl dead to the world. It was almost as if I could feel her warm breath against my flesh, before I had even drawn myself out. But when I did, the warmth of it felt as if I was already inside her mouth, as I had determined to soon be. Rubbing some of my spittle against the tip proved to be more than enough to slip past her supple lips. It was almost as if she were awake and trying, as her body's natural mechanisms began to kick in, drowning me with her saliva as it tried to consume me. Grinning down at the girl with her jaw distended around me, I waited ever agonizingly patient for her next reaction. And true to the natural instincts of all animals as they feed, her mouth feeling filled with her moisture and my rod, she began to swallow at me. Being quite firmly attached at the base however, proved it most difficult for her mouth to down the invader. The feel of it was almost as if she were suckling at a mother's teat. If it continued much longer, I would be sure to provide her the milk she seemed to desire. Groaning, I leaned forward as I sank myself in deeper into her mouth, the sensations she caused taking away my ability to support my own weight. I found myself resting against my palms, firmly clasped to the wall, pressing my weight against her mouth further. Unused to such pressures, her throat began to spasm and expand in an attempt to expel the intruder. The contractions merely gave my head the room to find its way inside her throat, and a way it was at that. Unable to breathe from her mouth any longer, the breath from her nostrils was heated like a fire against my base. Certain that she would wake soon if I held this for much longer, I released all will to hold back and waited as her throat squeezed at my head, seemingly milking it from me. It wasn't really much of a wait at all. It was a feeling that was unlike any I'd ever felt before. Knowing that she did not consent to this, the idea that she was unaware of what was even happening to her was too much. Despite my best attempts, a groan escaped my lips as I exploded inside her throat. The contractions that were meant to expel me, served to carry the sperm in a wave down her gullet to find a new home in the embrace of her stomach of her stomach. Retreating from her, I pulled the head past her delicious little tongue and out her now moistened lips. I peered down at her visage through the darkness, a leery grin finding its way over my face as I relished the thought of what I had done. Having recomposed myself, I carefully crawled from over her frame to the edge of her bed, trying my best to dismount it without causing too much motion. Now that I think on it, I'm not too sure why. It was quite apparent at this point, she slept very deeply. Still, best to not loose ones dedication to the moment. I dug my arms into the siding of her window, prepared to drag myself through it once more. Turning once more to stare at her sleeping, I paused. No evidence that I had been there was readily able to be found; the true sign of my visit lay deep inside her. Any further action would likely rouse even the deepest of sleepers, never mind the fact that such evidence would not disappear so easily. The thought that she might be a virgin crept through my mind, bright lights and sirens flashing through my head. But really, I think it was just the panties that pulled me back to her side. I always did have a thing for purple panties... END? Enjoy the story? Thoughts, comments, criticisms? I'm looking at writing a second part, maybe further, if there's any interest in continuation of the story. Send me an e-mail at tychon_eheron@yahoo.com and let me know. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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