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    MY DREAM

    Last night I had a dream about a girl I had known since my late teens. I knew Cindee because our parents were good friends. I first met her at our local community swimming pool when she was about 10 to my maybe 18. Like me, she was small, skinny and underdeveloped for her age, although not to the extent that I was. Of course, I had an immediate attraction to her, but didn't dare try to get to know her because I was far too shy and underconfidant, plus even back then I knew it was illegal to be with an underage girl. She wasn't shy like me, but was very outgoing and had an air of confidance about her. I didn't see her very often because, I guess, neither of us went to the pool all that much. In fact, it was probably 10 years since I had last seen her when she and I were once again at the pool at the same time. She had married just 2 years previously to a very financially successful guy, and they lived in a major US city. Cindee had filled-out somewhat into a slender young woman with perfect AAA cup breasts and a beautiful face. To my surprise, she was very friendly, and even flirty toward me. I couldn't understand her flirting, because I considered myself very unattractive to the opposite sex--now in my early 30s, I was still very skinny and weak and shy, only had an average job, and was a virgin and a miserable failure with the opposite sex (in large part due to my tiny little penis). Anyhow, she flirted for about a half hour, and surely noticed how my longing gaze focused on her very small titties and the smooth bulge under her bikini bottoms. Nothing came of it, and when I next saw her 3 years later, I was shocked to see her perfect AAA cup titties were replaced by C cup sized ones. Her successful husband bought them for her--he was now happier that ever because he now had the perfect trophy wife, and Cindee was so happy to be that trophy girl. But I was so disappointed, but didn't let on. She flirted, and we spent a few hours talking about our lives.  The next time I saw her was again a few years later. She was divorced. She told me she had always liked and wanted me as a boyfriend, so maybe now was our time to be together. I told her I had somewhat  changed but didn't go into any details (I had given up on dating girls, and slowly and inexorably became a pathetic pantywaist pantyboy who masturbated my skinny and less that 3" erect penis, while fantasizing about becoming a girly girly little girl, about being forced to suck nigger's and other real men's cocks, and about making love to pretty and skinny prepubescent girls).  I told Cindee I would like (it was an extreme exaggeration, and I knew it, but some very small part of me still wanted a normal hetero relationship) to become her girlfriend, but would like to go slowly. As the weeks passed, she asked me why I didn't try to fuck her, and I always told her I wasn't ready yet and wanted to get to know her a little better. Actually, I was petrified that I would be an absolute failure as her lover, because when we cuddled and kissed I was barely able to achieve even a semi-erection.   THE DREAM:  We were on her bed cuddling and kissing, me in my tighty-whities, her in her C cup bra and white, traditional full-coverage Vanity Fair panties.  I was trying to be the dutiful male lover by  fondling her huge disgusting tits, but it was doing nothing for me. I asked her to roll over onto her belly so I wouldn't have to look at her tits, and also because there would be a lesser chance of her noticing my limp prick. I was doing a good job of kissing and fondling and licking her slim neck, the slim small of her back, and her gorgeous perfect thighs and tushie. I started to gently rub her clitoris, and lovingly kissed and licked her puffy pussy lips and her anal opening. I noticed she was very wet and was starting to moan and breathe heavily. She was very ready for my penis, but it wasn't ready to be a man for her; my dainty darling little clittie was still only semi-hard. Fortunately for me, since she rolled over onto her stomach, her eyes had been closed the entire time, so she hadn't noticed the condition of my pathetic useless pricklette. I wondered how often and how many, and the size of the cocks that had fucked her pussy. I became fully erect, but still didn't have the courage to actually try and fuck Cindee.  So instead, I grabbed the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them off her slim tight boyish hips and down her slender perfect thighs and calves. I quickly took off my own underwear off and pulled her sexy girly girl Vanity Fairs up my skinny weakling legs, and onto my hips. Oh My God, did Cindee's pretty panties feel so heavenly over and touching my throbbing pixiestick. I started to very very gently fondle my girly erection with one hand, while with the other, probe the opening of my virgin rosebud. Cindee, wondering what was happening since I had last touched her about 30 seconds ago, and probably expecting a real cock at any second to start it's penetration of one of her holes, opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to realize what she was actually seeing; her normally kind eyes went from disbelief, to realization, to crying, to hateful rage in an instant. She leapt from the bed in a fury, and slapped my face with all her might. It almost knocked my out and over, and I starting bawling like a scared little girl. I started apologizing profusely, and begged her to please please don't hurt me. This only enraged her more. She pushed me down onto her bed where I landed on my back with my legs spread wide apart, giving her a full view of my pityful perverted pathetic pantycrotch, and the little precum wet spot just barely above the front gusset of her panties. She could see just how tiny and inadequate my genitals actually were through the thin fabric of her panties. She quickly and with much savagery, lept on top of my helpless and defenseless girly body and proceeded to choke my pencil neck with both hands. My clitlette pixiestick spurted, and spurted, and spurted as it never did before.......and then I woke up!
     
      Posted on : Aug 23, 2022
     

     
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