Multi-Orgasmic Box Set

When Dreams Come True-2

Heading out onto the landing, she shouted to Peter that she was out of the bathroom, just in case he did need the toilet. There was no response. She repeated herself. Still nothing.

“For f**k’s sake.” She stomped down the stairs, ready to give Peter a piece of her mind, and book him an appointment with a hearing specialist. That would soon sort out his selective hearing, if she threatened to send him to a professional. She barrelled into the living room.

“Are you deaf or some...” The words died on her lips as her brain caught up with her eyes. Gabriel was in her living room. Already. She hadn’t seen him since she’d had the dream about him, and now, being presented with her illicit nocturnal fantasy in the flesh rendered her speechless. Even more so as she noted the way he was looking at her. Like a lion, and she was a deer, or some other kind of vulnerable prey. Except, of course, he wanted to f**k her, not eat her. She presumed.

Both men were staring at her. Silently, which somehow made it all the more nerve-wracking. If someone would just say something, perhaps that would alleviate the tension that suddenly filled the room so completely that she worried the patio doors would shatter under the strain.

“Umm…”

Gabriel stood up, aborting her attempt at speech. Even several paces away, he seemed to loom over her, his big body blocking what was behind him, which included Peter. Therefore she had no idea how her boyfriend was reacting as his best friend advanced on her, then stood before her, and, with a leering grin, said, “Are you ready for us, babe? Or are you getting cold feet?”

His expression softened slightly with his second sentence, and Karen realised that, for all his faults, Gabriel would not force her into anything she didn’t want to do. Feeling slightly more comfortable in the knowledge, she relaxed and forced herself to look up at him. Tipping her head back until she could look into his cheeky green eyes, she felt a sudden jolt of arousal burn through her body.

Who was she kidding? There was no way she’d turn back now. Especially as she’d thought about little else for several days before getting Peter to set it up. If she chickened out now, she’d never forgive herself. She’d much rather regret something she’d done, rather than live out the rest of her days wishing she’d done it. If it didn’t live up to expectations, well, then she’d stop fantasising and dreaming about it then, wouldn’t she? So it was a win-win situation.

“No,” she replied, her voice breathy as a result of the rapidly growing heat between her thighs, “I’m not getting cold feet. Far from it, in fact. But if you’ll just give me a few minutes to get myself sorted out. I didn’t realise I’d been in the bathroom for so long.” She indicated her dressing gown and the towel on her head.

“Oh no,” Gabriel said, “I think you’re absolutely fine as you are. In fact, it’s a lot easier to get you naked when you’re like this, isn’t it?”

He reached for the towel and gently pulled it from her hair, dropping it to the floor. Karen’s heart pounded so hard and so fast she thought it would leap right out of her chest. His hands gripped the belt around her waist, but she grabbed his wrists and shot a panicky look towards the window that faced out onto the street.

“Wait,” she said, gently pushing him away. “We can do this, I want to do this, but I don’t want an audience peering in through my front window.”

Gabriel let out a belly laugh. “Fair enough, babe. I understand. So, should I close the curtains?”

Karen sighed. She had to do something to stop the man talking, and soon. If he said much more stupid s**t, she’d go off the idea of f*****g him pretty rapidly.

“No, we’ll go upstairs. There’s more room and it’ll be more comfortable.”

With that, she turned and made her way out of the room before he could respond. But she wasn’t quite fast enough and she still heard his comment, which was probably more aimed at Peter than her.

“Comfort isn’t the first thing on my list of priorities, but hey, whatever the lady wants.”

Chapter Four

As soon as she was out of sight of the living room, Karen scampered up the stairs and into the bedroom. As time had gotten away from her, not only had she not had chance to get dressed, put makeup on or do her hair, she also hadn’t tidied up. She and Peter weren’t massively untidy creatures, but at the end of a busy week there was often a pair of dirty socks or underwear lying around, or a damp towel. It was more down to lack of time than laziness. And right now, Karen was desperately trying to make up for lost time. She scooped up the few articles of soiled clothing on the floor and shoved them into the laundry basket. Then she kicked herself that she hadn’t had the foresight to change the bed. But there was absolutely no time for that now, and she figured it didn’t matter all that much, anyway. The three of them would be on the bed, not in it. And there was no way Gabriel was staying over—it was a f**k, not the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Soon enough, she heard the sound of two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly, she moved to her dressing table, retrieved her hairbrush and started tugging it through her hair at an alarming rate. She was minus more than a few strands of hair and sporting watery eyes by the time Peter and Gabriel entered the room, barefooted and grinning.

Taking a deep breath, she summoned up as much confidence as she could find inside herself. It wasn’t much, but it was just enough to allow her to smile back at the men and to make a request. “You going to get your clothes off then, gentlemen?”

Ever the arrogant bastard, Gabriel shot back, “I will if you will, darlin’.”

God, shut up, you prick! Stop f*****g talking! Forcing the smile to stay on her face, she replied, “All I’m wearing is a dressing gown. It’ll take me considerably less time to get naked than it will you two. So get on with it.” She glared, and it seemed that the boys decided to do as they were told, rather than risking her wrath and the potential termination of their kinky plan.

Given they’d already removed their shoes and socks—a good plan, which meant they’d avoid the awkward and ungainly hopping around phase of undressing—mere seconds rendered them shirtless, and Karen watched in appreciative silence as the two extremely attractive men undid their jeans, let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. She was a little surprised that Gabriel was wearing underwear, she’d had him pegged as the kind of guy that liked to go commando. However, the tight boxers did little to hide the erection that was already straining against them. A glance across at Peter told her that he was in much the same state.

“Okay,” she said, the power she realised she had over them suddenly going to her head, “now the boxers.”

Gabriel opened his mouth to say something, but she raised her eyebrows and gave him a pointed look. He got the hint, and then the two men complied with her wishes.

“Very good. Now get on the bed—Peter, if you could grab some condoms first—and then I shall join you.”

They scrambled up onto the bed, then Peter reached into the top drawer of his bedside unit and grabbed a couple of condoms, passing one to his friend. They exchanged a look that could only be described as excited, then turned back to watch Karen untie the belt of her dressing gown, then shrug out of it.

Her p***y had started to become wet back in the living room, when Gabriel had first approached her. She’d grown steadily more aroused as their encounter progressed, and now, as she took in the two eager men sitting on her bed with stiff, delicious-looking c***s, a powerful zing of lust coursed through her body, centring in on her groin and leaving it hot and heavy. A gush of juices soaked her thighs. God, she was really going to do this, and she could only hope it was as hot and satisfying as her dream had been.

She got onto the bed, eyeing each man in turn and wondering where the hell to start. They’d done this before; she hadn’t. She glanced at Peter to make sure he was still okay with everything. His nod, and the erection that pointed at the ceiling reassured her that he was. Then, figuring the best way to keep Gabriel quiet was to make sure his mouth was occupied, so she quickly straddled him. Settling into his lap, with his hard on pressing against her buttocks, she kissed him. He seemed a little startled at first—possibly at her sudden forwardness—but quickly relaxed into the embrace, slipping his arms around her back and pulling her closer, so her breasts pressed against his chest.

Now things had started, there was no hesitation. Karen quickly became a slave to her lust and forgot all about how much she despised the man she was currently kissing and let her libido guide her. The kiss deepened, grew more frenzied until finally she pulled away with a gasp, aware of how she was soaking Gabriel’s thighs with her p***y juices. He grinned wolfishly at her, and before he could speak, she held a finger to his lips.

“Don’t talk,” she whispered. “Just fuck.”

He shrugged, but kept quiet. With that, she shifted off of Gabriel and moved over to Peter. While she’d been kissing his friend, her mind had raced through the erotic possibilities of what lay ahead, and she’d made a decision. She definitely wanted them both inside her at the same time, and Peter was going to be in her cunt, Gabriel her arse. It wasn’t down to c**k size—she’d surreptitiously compared them, and they were pretty much the same—she knew that much, but she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d made that decision. She suspected, though, that it was something to do with facing someone she actually liked. She could kiss and stroke Peter as they f****d, and she could almost imagine that Gabriel was someone else, or just a d**k up her arse.

Taking the condom from Peter, she opened it, threw the wrapper on the floor and rolled the latex down his shaft. A sound from beside her hinted that Gabriel was doing the same thing. Pushing Peter back onto the pillows, she shuffled into position and lowered herself onto his c**k. She let out a hiss as the thick, pulsing shaft stretched her, but she was so wet that it was a pleasurable, filling kind of stretch, rather than a painful one. She quickly grew used to the invasion and leaned down to give her boyfriend a long, passionate kiss which made her toes curl before sitting back up, ready to f**k.

Resting her hands on Peter’s pecs, she braced herself against him as she began to rock her hips slowly, teasing them both as his c**k slipped in and out of her. Once she gained the optimum rhythm, she turned to look at Gabriel. He was stroking his shaft slowly, closely watching the point of entry between her and Peter’s bodies.