Dreams Can Come True…….. (according to Gabrielle anyway)

Up to recently my dreams were mainly shit. Nothing to write home about, nothing to talk about in conversation, and mostly not even remembered 30 seconds after waking up. However, this now seems to be changing, and I am beginning to believe my inner self is venturing out and giving me the fun in my dreams that I can only ever fantasise about in real life.

Everyone has fantasies. Some of them we even get to act out, but some of them are always meant to stay as fantasies because in real life, to act them out would either be very wrong and/or quite sickening.

Me? I’ve had several fantasies for many years that have been, and still are, good wanking material. One or two have even been known to be the topic of conversation when enjoying some mutual masturbation with a willing partner. Some have been acted out in some of the porn movies I have watched, but they have been crap compared to using my own imagination.

The one I dreamt out last night is one of those that is never discussed, and one which would horrify most of the female population of the world, and some males. I am also guessing that it is a fantasy of a fair few females, but of course, none would ever admit to it.

So, there I was, walking home alone after a great night out with the girls. Tipsy, but not drunk, taking the short route back across the Rec. The Rec felt safe because it is the place where we all played when we were kids and we all hung out when we were teenagers. It was the place where many of my girlfriends had their first kiss, their first groping session, and for some of them, their first shag. There were always people at the Rec, but tonight it was in darkness and very quiet. All the same, it felt as safe as ever and I sat down on the bench to have a few minutes of reminiscing.

A man approached. He looked familiar, maybe someone I knew when I was younger, I wasn’t really sure. He walked right up to me and stood in front of me, asking me if I was ok. Of course I said. Just having a few thoughts to myself about years gone by. He sat down and started talking about his memories of the Rec. They were different from mine.

The Rec was his hunting ground. The place for him to live out his fantasies. The place for him and his friends to live out their fantasies.

And can I ask what they are? Before the words left my mouth he grabbed me, pushed me to the ground and pinned my arms down. He was looking over me, pinning me down asking me what I wanted. Too shocked to speak, he let out a sharp whistling sound and in seconds, there were 6 guys surrounding me.

My skirt was pulled up, my knickers ripped off and within seconds I felt the first hard cock being shoved hard inside me. He fucked me so hard, but it was over quickly and I felt the warmth of his spunk shooting up inside me.

My mouth was covered to stop me from screaming. I didn’t want to scream. I wanted to moan with pleasure. But they would not know that. I had to struggle, I had to resist.

I was forced to straddle the bench, ass in the air, legs far apart as the next guy came behind me and slid his cock into me. I was wet from cum, and not just his mates, but mine too. He fucked away, groaning and moaning and grabbing my tits, ripping off my blouse and pulling my tits out of my bra. He pinched and scratched me as he fucked. Another load inside me, dribbling down the inside of my thighs.

My legs were hurting, my stomach was pressed hard against the bench and my arms were still being held down. Then I felt pain. The next bastard shoved his cock straight into my ass. I let out of a muffled scream and they all laughed. His cock felt huge as it fucked my virgin ass. With every thrust he went deeper and I felt like he was cutting me in two. The bastard just fucked harder and harder and I was hurting. He finally came, shooting his spunk right into my ass, laughing as he pulled out and walked away.

The next guy asked me what I wanted him to do. I did not answer, I was in shock. He decided he wanted a piece of ass too and his cock slid inside me easily. It was different this time. Yes, it still hurt, but the feeling was immense and through the fear of more pain, I was on my way to another orgasm. I screamed out as the orgasm took over my body. I thought my head was going to explode, it was the most intensely satisfying orgasm I had ever had.

These guys didn’t associate my scream with pleasure, they just thought I was screaming with fear, so again, a hand went hard against my mouth to muffle the sound.

So it went on, each guy taking their turn to fuck me, once, twice, three times. I was eventually thrown to one side as they all sat around smoking and drinking. I couldn’t get up, my knees were all cut and bloody, my arms and chest bitten, scratched and pinched and I had no energy to move.

In the darkness, they could not see the satisfied grin on my face. I’d just had the best few hours fucking of my life. Slightly sad though because I knew it would never be repeated. Unless of course, dreams can come true.