I floated between sleep and wakefulness, hovering in a dream state, not quite aware of my surroundings. I had probably been moaning in my sleep, no doubt the result of erotic dreams that happened almost nightly. Familiar faces from my past drifted in and out of one sleep-induced fantasy after another. Almost-innocent teenage lust, wild encounters with total strangers when I was a young man, mature women I had lusted after – all of them invaded my daydreams and came back to tease me at night. I continued to dream of these women, their sensuous mouths, their voluptuous curves, their moist and steamy wetness and eager lust. In my dreams (more so than in real life), they all seemed so eager to please me. While I drifted between fantasies in my dream state, I was somehow aware that my cock was throbbing, suddenly in need of an erotic touch.

The first thing I felt was warmth, a gentle heat. It was her breath on my cock. Still asleep, seeing nothing, I somehow sensed that she was next to me, watching, hovering. My cock was swelling, the blood beginning to rush into that oversized cock head that she seemed to love so much. Like an engorged mushroom even before my cock could grow hard, she loved to tickle it with her tongue. Flickering underneath, swirling around the head, circling the rim of my cock, the tip of her tongue worked its magic as her hot breaths came quicker. Then her tongue flattened out, slid beneath my cock, and scooped it up, lifting it into her mouth. Surrounding the head of my cock with her perfectly shaped pouty lips, she began to suck quietly, fervently, eagerly. She loved waking up my cock as I slept.

I let out a low groan and had a feeling of swimming upward into wakefulness. There was no way for her to know what luscious mouth had invaded my dreams. Perhaps it was a long-lost love, or maybe a memory of that first backseat blowjob in high school. Sometimes I dreamed of fantasy women, unreachable women like movie stars or office secretaries or hot sluts I had seen at a bar or a ballgame. She knew that I had an insatiable oral fixation that frequently dominated my unconscious fantasies. Whoever it was that wanted me in my dreams, she knew that they all wanted a hot throbbing cock in their mouth, and she truly enjoyed helping to make my dream a wet and sloppy one.

Her magical tongue swirled around my cock head as she began to suck harder. Not wanting to wake me just yet, she didn’t grab the swollen and hardening shaft. She just contented herself with cupping my balls in her hand as my cock grew and lengthened deeper into her mouth.  Stiffening and beginning to stand on its own, my cock began to stretch her mouth open. I could feel her hot breath on the head of my cock as she released it from her eager sucking motions, opening her mouth wide with a quietly satisfied "ahhh". Streams of saliva ran down across the throbbing veins of my shaft, now fully hard. Her tongue continued working its magic on the head of my dick, swirling and teasing, as she tried to catch her breath quietly before resuming her silent attack.

My eyes were half-open as my dreams retreated slowly, replaced by the moonlit vision of my amazing lover, naked and beautiful, leaning on her elbows and lavishing her wet and eager attention on my cock as it danced before her. The soft curves of her naked tits were smooth and gloriously full and round, beautifully illuminated by the moonlight. Her breasts swayed gently as she pushed herself up to get on her hands and knees beside me. The space between her luscious tits was a dark and inviting valley, her nipples stiff and dark against her beautifully smooth flesh. She was getting aroused at the sight of that rock hard shaft, dancing before her. It was time to renew her efforts.  The excruciating pleasure had been painfully slow, but it was time to pick up the pace.

Once again, her tongue led the way, prodding at my balls, lifting them up into her mouth to be sucked one at a time. Her tongue snaked up and down the full length of my shaft, drooling until my throbbing meat glistened wetly in the moonlight. I struggled to control my breathing, though my heart was pounding. I was fully alert now, though I tried to hide it. I loved watching the tender way she tried to pleasure my cock without waking me.

At last, my pulsing rock hard cock was ready for her to go to the next step. She kissed my hardness up and down, letting the twitching shaft dance against her neck, her lips, her cheeks, until her face was just as wet as my dripping cock and balls. She took a deep breath, her mouth wide open, a string of saliva dripping from her lips and chin onto the head of my cock. Then she made her slow, perfectly timed descent.

Her breath on my shaft was now a soft moan, as her lips surrounded my cock head and began sucking very gently, massaging it with her full soft lips. Her mouth opened wider, hungrier, and I could feel the wetness run down all the way to my balls as she took half my shaft and began to suck harder. She knew by now that I was at least half awake. The beauty of her shape in the moonlight was even sexier than the incredible sounds and sensations of her hot wet mouth.

I groaned loudly and felt my whole body tense as a wave of intense pleasure swept over me.