The Second Image: A woman kneels on a zebra-striped blanket. Her breasts hang out of a skimpy bra. A man kneels behind her, holding her arms together at the wrists, behind her back. Her back is arched, shapely buttocks raised. His large erection is just entering the crack between their cheeks. It is obviously aimed at her hidden anus.

The Dream:

The woman is Pam. The man is me. Pam kneels in front of me, her back curved upward, thrusting her full breasts forward. I hold her hands behind her back with one of mine. The other strokes her fine, round buttocks. I push her legs farther apart and lift her arms, forcing her head down and her behind open. It’s an intoxicating sight. My fingers trace down her crack to her waiting anus. I circle its rim with my index finger and Pam twitches.

“Don’t be gentle,” she says. “I want this to be like a rape – forceful – that’s the fantasy.”

“All in due course,” I reply. She objects and I slap her on the rump. “All in due course, I said. Right now I’m enjoying the view and playing with that wonderfully responsive little rosebud of yours.” To emphasize the point, my finger wanders to the center of that rosebud and curls upward, tickling it but not entering. Pam’s “wonderfully responsive rosebud” responds by opening and closing.

“It winked at me,” I laugh, and tickle it again. I get the same response, so continue playing with it, gently running my finger up and down her crack and around her delightful little asshole.

As fascinated as ever with the long, tight slit of her shaven pussy, I let my hand wander between her legs, first stroking with my upturned palm, then letting my fingers spread the narrow lips and slip inside. I brush her clitoris and she wriggles. “You’re already wet,” I observe. “I’m always wet,” she answers in a husky, sensual voice. I slip a digit into her, then two, then three. Her strong vaginal muscles grip me.

“That would feel good on my cock,” I say. “All in due course,” she answers wryly.

My fingers move back to her anus, the focus of Pam’s fantasy. “Do you want lubrication?” I ask. “No. No. Just push it into me.”

“It” certainly is hard enough, by this time, so I start to fulfill her desire. The sight of her bottom spread before me makes me almost weak with lust. I allow the tip of my cock to just barely touch the wrinkle of her opening, holding it there, savoring the eroticism of the moment. Not surprisingly, my pecker’s head has lubricated itself to some extent, but Pam’s anal sphincter does not give way easily. I push harder and watch, fascinated, gasping in delight as her small hole slowly spreads and gradually engulfs the unyielding head of my penis, which starts to slip deliciously inside.

“Oooh!” she exclaims. “That hurts.”

“Want me to stop?”

“Hell, no! Push! Push!”

I do, and my corona disappears into her now-more-yielding opening. Her muscles clutch it tightly, gripping it firmly and surrounding it in a way that I’ve never felt before. I think I’m going to come instantly, but pause long enough for that urgency to subside. “Push! Push!” Pam demands.

So I push, hard, slipping through the muscles of her anus and into her rectum. The incredible friction of her tight anal ring makes me gasp with excitement. Now it is the shaft of my penis being gripped by her. Its head, deep inside, rubs delightfully against her softness, for after the swollen head of my cock slips past her sphincter the velvet walls within close about me like a hot glove, and I become nearly light-headed with arousal as I thrust deeper. I know exactly what Pam wants me to do but, with my cock throbbing to an unbelievable hardness, I fear that I might not be able to relax enough to comply. I continue to slide home, pressing my loins hard against her, and then I start to thrust in and out, moving from side to side so I touch first one wall, then the other of her warm, soft rectum.

I wonder what it will feel like if I push my fingers into her vagina. To do that, I have to pull upward on her arms, forcing her head and shoulders lower and her luscious behind upward and more open. “What a gorgeous sight!” I croon, slipping a couple of fingers inside her. Her reaction is immediate. So is mine. Through her vaginal wall I can feel my penis sliding around inside her rectum. In the same way, my penis feels my finger tips. It is an astonishing sensation, unique in my experience, as almost everything with Pam has been. She starts to come. Hard.

Exclaiming loudly – loudly enough that I wonder whether anyone else can hear – she wriggles and thrusts, jerks and quivers, in the throes of a passion she later claims is the most intense she’s ever felt. Her breasts, which I can see even from my posterior position, wobble and bobble enticingly. I want to hold them, but can’t quite reach them.

Only moments later my cock seems to expand to fill her and then, as if convulsed, Pam comes again, the contractions of her anus gripping me. Her convulsive lurches continue as she has orgasm after orgasm, each of which tightens and relaxes, tightens and relaxes her anus around my penis, which soon produces a huge orgasm of its own. “Ahh…oooh…I can feel that stuff squirting inside me,” Pam says excitedly. “Don’t stop!”

Not bloody likely! I continue to pump her as long as my pecker stays hard enough, all the time fingering her soaking wet pussy. She continues to have urgent orgasmic jolts as I fondle and probe her vagina and move to her clit, which I pinch and twist between my fingers. Her tremors subside only gradually, very gradually in fact, with many an after-shock to remind her of what has been happening. Together, we rock toward a trembling finish and then, drained by the incredible power of the moment, collapse together into a panting heap.

As she relaxes I let go of her wrists, and her head and shoulders droop to the floor. Of course, this arches her back even more, raises her bottom higher, and spreads her personal delights even wider for my admiration. My penis remains up her ass, even as it deflates somewhat, but I don’t want to withdraw it. What I want to do is drill her again and again, but I can’t. I confide this desire to her. “Another time. Another time,” she murmers.