Linking Demon Pt. 14

Liam debated looking at Izzy's video again, but in truth, was tired, so after doing his ablutions, he got into bed and went straight to sleep.

Charlotte too, felt much happier now that the air was cleared. She slipped on a little bustier type pyjama top and a pair of panties, to prevent an occurrence of last night's exposure to her son, just in case. She got into bed, eager for sleep, stopping to think about Izzy sending her son a video and selfies. By the sounds of it the pictures were of her wearing black lingerie? She suddenly put two and two together, remembering that the woman she saw in the video was wearing black lingerie. What she had seen, must have been Izzy pumping her vagina with a rubber cock, rather than some random porn. It made Charlotte more than a little jealous of Izzy. She seemed completely unfettered by the impositions of society; and knowing Izzy, she would be working on the idiom 'if you've got it, flaunt it'. Charlotte knew she could never video herself masturbating, let alone then sending it to someone. 'I'll have to have a word with her about that.' She thought as she started to drift off.

Liam's dream woman appeared in the early hours of the morning. He couldn't tell what she looked like, or how she had come to be there, but in a dream, these things seldom mattered. All he knew, was that she was there, standing over him. Her outline seemed to quiver; her colour undefined, but with a blueish, opaline tinge. One thing he was in no doubt about, was that she was naked. The moonlight streaming through his window appeared to make her form delineate further, her head forwards, her long hair easily reaching her beautifully crafted bum. Her breasts seemed to fluctuate in size from large to small as if he were uncertain how he wanted his dream woman to look. Her face was covered in the darkness of her hair, he could not even make out the bone structure. All of this made her extremely alluring.

With a wave of her hand along his body, his bed covering seemed to melt away, and he lay before the woman, as naked as she. He thought he heard a purr of pleasure as her hands settled upon his body, one on his leg, mid-thigh. The other on his taut stomach. Her fingers felt strangely cold as they glided towards their destination. Before her hands had reached their target, his rod, molten iron hot, was already standing tall and upright from his groin; beating with youth and exuberance. Her small hands finally captured the pulsing beast, grasping it between the delicately long fingers. He noted how sharp the nails looked, almost talon like.

As one, she moved her hands up and down the shaft. Bending over it and watching closely as her hands practised the art of arousal. He looked upon her dangling breasts, almost covered by her hair. From this angle they looked familiar, appearing to be of a similar size and shape to his mother's. 'Strange that he should think that?' The woman's long almost black hair, fell about his groin, the soft tickling sensation increasing his excitement. He couldn't see what the girl was doing beneath all of that hair, but he suddenly felt the coolness of her tongue as it found his swollen cock head and ran in wet circles about it. Every now and then poking into the urethral opening, as her hands squeezed his cock tightly, drawing his semen ever nearer to the top.

Liam gasped and moaned. She was well practised and delivered a myriad of delightful caresses and sensations. His cock, used to 'edging' was normally 'up' for the teasing. But had never before been licked or sucked by a woman. The delights of which he would never be eloquent enough to describe. She slurped noisily as she took the whole head into her mouth, her tongue played upon the raised edge and frenum. It had only been seconds, yet he knew his orgasm was nearly upon them.

The silent woman faced him and swung her leg over his hips, he was not prepared to be engulfed within a woman's cunt, he had no concept of it, still being a virgin. But in the end, he had no say in the act, as she placed his cock head between her expectant and succulent lips. At that point she waited. She moaned at him, rocking her hips forwards, taking in another half inch of his large cock, then waited again. He realised she was wanting him to stab her to the hilt. It was as if she couldn't take him fully, without his acquiescence, without his consent. He gladly raised his hips, slicing into her cunt, stretching apart her tight vaginal canal. As he thrust upwards, with her lowering herself to meet him. A silent cry of ecstasy escaped her as she flung back her head, mouth open wide.

He could feel her muscles as they gripped him. Stimulating with rhythmic waves along the length of his phallus as it was entombed within her cool but very moist cavern. Within six thrusts he had reached the point of no return. She raised her hands, gripping upon her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her mouth wide as if crying out her pleasure, urging him to orgasm. He exploded inside her. He had never before experienced being fucked by a woman, and this was an intense feeling that he would take with him to the grave. His body was in jerking spasm, as each burst of ejaculate was drawn from him by the sucking, squelching vagina. The woman continuing to ride him in desperation of achieving another orgasm. It came upon her quickly, this time he heard her cry out a couple of times, finding her voice in the intensity of the moment of her second climax.

Suddenly the frenzy of the moment had been replaced by calm as if riding into the storm's eye. With Liam still inside her, she lay upon his chest. Even her breasts, which now appeared large, seemed cold to him. But as she settled upon him, she fell asleep, taking him with her.

Charlotte lay in the bed. She was now thinking about what she had dreamt about the night before. She drifted in and out of sleep. Liam was quiet, so had evidently gone straight to sleep, she lay there dozing further. Trying to get off, but each time she closed her eyes, she seemed to be faced with Liam's huge cock, leaking pre-cum and about to cover her in hot semen. She looked at the clock. It was two in the morning; she must have had some sleep? Charlotte closed her eyes and drew her covers about her in protection from her cold room. As she put her hands to rest upon her stomach, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation in them. It was as if something cool, was being pressed into both palms. She was not sure she was still awake, but as the feeling was not unpleasant, and in a way familiar, she snuggled down in her bed, thinking nothing more. She knew her hands were empty so it must be a dream.

However, the pressure within her hands seemed to grow, to expand, as if she were...? 'It feels like a...like a cock?' She felt it pulse and tremble beneath her fingertips, as the dream, if dream it was, continued. The feeling became less and less amorphous, as it took on form, continuing to grow into a large and powerful, throbbing cock. Her fingers impulsively gripped upon the monster, but were unable to completely enclose the girth. It bounced with youth and enthusiasm. She realised that she had been getting wet, since the sensation had begun. Her labia lips swelling and making themselves known to her. "Oh no, not again?" She gasped. But then moaned in pleasure as her inquisitive fingers roamed up the length of the cool unseen weapon and as they moved, covering inch after inch of the throbbing flesh; she moaned at the sheer length of the thing. The beginnings of realisation as to whose cock she was playing with and where her dream was taking her, crystalizing in her head.

Her brain had computed the length of the thing, her fingers the girth, her vagina more than eager and ready for the potential pleasure. As her hand found the head of the beast, she grasped hold of it. Pulling back the foreskin, she allowed both her hands to travel in unison, back down the length. Her lips were next to tingle and feel the soft pressure of the large throbbing cock head as it was pushed against her teeth. Charlotte's tongue flicked around the large unseen plum shape. Her lips opening to take in the head. It was all she could fit in. She felt a dribble of her juice seep between her legs as she willingly sucked upon the erection in her mouth. Her slurping and sucking sounds loud in the stillness of the morning. Her legs were raised in the bed, clamped hard together, as she put pressure on her clitoris and vulva. Licking upon the dream cock, which with every suck, took on more and more tangible form, whilst bringing her closer to orgasm.

As happens within a dream, she found herself in a new position instantly. She was now kneeling on the bed, her legs open wide, the presence of someone could be felt against her inner legs as she straddled the mystery man. Even though she knelt upright, she found that as she held the cock against her, the pulsing cock head was as high as her pubic bone, such was its length. She leaned to one side and fed the pulsing cool flesh between her legs and held the head against her clitoris, the coldness increasing her arousal as the cock pulsed against her. She squeezed upon the rounded silky-smooth peach as her other fingers splayed her dripping vaginal folds and ran the head along her cleft. She was not surprised at how eager her cunt was for this cock. Her swollen folds clung to the phallus as she edged herself slowly onto the throbbing head and lowered herself down until both knees where back on the bed.

The process was immediately her undoing. The tightness, the size, the throbbing, engulfing her instantly with lust. She cried out. "OOHHH FUCK. FUCK he's huge. OH GOD, OH GOD..." She quivered, dropping her hands onto the muscled chest beneath her, as the tremors of orgasm swept over her. The man did not move, but his cock made up for that by pulsing within her folds, transmitting more excitement and arousal through her cunt and into her body. She held on as another climax approached, quickly on the heels of the first. "Fuck, ohhhhhh, fuck. God he is throbbing so hard. It's...ohhh...it's making...oh, ughhhh...fuck I'm coming again, oh fuck, yes...YES!" Barely buried within her, the man seemed still, almost waiting for her permission to continue. She was desperate to accept more of the length but seemed to wait too. Her lust and overriding need held at bay for that small moment as she tried to make out the face of her assailant, the man she was sitting astride. And whose cock she desperately wanted to be abusing her.

As Charlotte concentrated, within her dream, the man's face seemed to coalesce in uncertainty, but gradually out of the darkness around the face, features began to form. The strong nose, square jaw-line. High eyebrows and cheekbones. She was not surprised when the features finally settling on those of her handsome son. She smiled, knowing it would be him. She knew because of the size of the cock. She knew by the body shape, by the heavy muscles, the taut flat stomach, by the hair. She knew because he waited for her to take the lead. And she knew because she wanted it to be Liam.

"Ohhh Liam, Liam," She purred as she lowered herself further upon his pulsing cock. Slowly as she slipped down his shaft, she felt the enormous erection stretch apart her vaginal muscles as it pushed its way into her. "OOOHH MY GOD LIAM," she moaned again as she succeeded in taking half of his length into her hot moist cunt. Without warning, she climaxed again. "Oh fuck, oh, oh, Jesus that is fucking huge, oh, stop, stop. It's too big, stop, wait. Oh God Liam, I love your cock, FUCK I LOVE YOUR COCK!...but CHRIST it's big. Ohhh, Ohhh, I have to..." She puffed and panted in her exertion, raising her hand to her right breast as her chest heaved. Her cunt was in spasm. It gripped the throbbing shaft so tightly that neither party could move. Her thighs shook. Trembling terribly. A tear trickled down her face and fell onto her breast.

She felt the large cock slide in a little deeper, centimetre by centimetre. It was already tight against her cervix, but still there was more. Charlotte openly sobbed. "God oh God, that is so good. Oh, fuck he is big. I can feel him against my heart. Oh shit, oh...ohhhhhhHHHH FUCK. I'm COMING. OHhhhhhhoooooo FUCK I'M COMING AGAin...!" She screamed at Liam as he impaled her. She could take no more, yet a full 6 or so centimetres remained. Her vagina gripped upon the shaft, delivering its own pleasure. Charlotte raised and lowered herself upon the shaft, the tightness and probing length were tortuous for her. Her vagina felt like it was being torn apart. Only once before in child-birth could she remember a similar sensation. But with the torture, there was overriding pleasure and torment at the thought that she was fucking her son's fantastic cock; that it was Liam who was deep inside her and making her come for a fifth or sixth time, she couldn't remember, and couldn't care. The way she felt at the moment, he could give her another twenty orgasms and she would still want more.

As she lowered herself upon him again, she felt the phallus stiffen further, then hot ejaculate splashed into her womb. The intense heat from his come caused her to scream in pleasure. She had never before been fucked this deeply. She had never before been stretched this wide by a cock, a cock that belonged to her son! She had never before felt this much come being pumped into her eager cunt. She rode upon the cock wildly, lost in the moment. Screaming loudly, not caring where the dream took her, this was what she needed, this was what she wanted, Izzy had been right. A good fucking, it had been too long. She didn't care about anything else.

Semen started to leak from her as she continued to ride Liam's cock, her fingers had found her clitoris. It felt larger than normal, fully swollen in its excitement. Her fingers ran arousing circles around the large bud, heightening her orgasm further. Her other hand had grabbed the part of Liam's cock that she could not take and enclosed it, matching her fucking motion, so that his entire shaft was being dealt pleasure. Her hand and fingers were slick with his come as it continued to leak from her onto the bed clothes.

She felt his cool hands grasp her ample breasts; his large fingers fondled the nipples. As she looked down at herself and at Liam who was watching her intently, she leant over and kissed him. Her tongue finding his as she slipped it in and out of his mouth in a fucking motion, mirroring what she was doing upon his cock. He had not got soft after ejaculating, but Charlotte was tiring. She lay upon his chest, his cock still inside of her and said contentedly. "Oh Liam, you have one fantastic cock. That was the best fuck I have had in a long while. And the best dream too." She giggled as she felt the cock pulsing beneath her finger-tips and in her vagina, responding to her. "You can come and fuck me in my dreams whenever you want my darling. I will always be willing and ready to take your shaft inside me." She kissed him again and fell into a contented sleep. She did not hear the laughter.

"Two in one night eh? I take the semen from one, and give it to the other. What a service. Now I am hungry for more. But this is too easy, there are two more bitches to take yet. Ummmm, I'm enjoying this.