6 Times a Day-Chapter 1263 - 1259

Surprisingly, the dream continued. The next thing Christine knew, she was lying on the concrete patio right next to the hot tub, her arms and legs spread out wide. Someone had thoughtfully put a pillow under her head. Her hair and skin had mostly dried, so she figured she must have passed out for a while.

Moving her head slightly, she was surprised to see Amy lying on the ground with her face lifted to Alan’s hanging but stiff dick. Amy’s tongue was stimulating the head of his cock as she licked up the pre-cum dripping off the end.

Christine couldn’t help but practically yell, "Alan, don’t you EVER get flaccid?!"

He pulled away from Amy and stood up. For a moment it appeared he was leaving, but he only took a couple of steps and then suddenly sat down on Christine’s stomach, straddling her with his erection pointing towards her face. "Hi, Christine. Having a good time?"

She was exhausted and exhilarated, and her throat was dry. Yet she still managed to crack out, "It was unbelievable. Just fantast- Hey! What are you doing?!"

He had scooted forward a bit. He was already sliding some intimate flesh between Christine’s big breasts. "Oh, just getting ready for a titfuck," he said in a nonchalant tone.

"Don’t you ever rest?! Seriously!"

Of course, since this was just a dream there were no limits to what he or his cock could do.

Amy, appearing at Christine’s side, smiled and replied, "Nope, he never does. Soon you’ll be like me. You’ll be glad to share, just to get a little rest. Remember what your pussy feels like now, ’cos that’s the last time it’ll feel like that. Soon you’ll have this constant, slightly sore, ’just fucked’ feeling. You’ll never guess what causes that." She giggled. "Do you need to hold your tits together to make a nice fuck tunnel? ’Cos I can help."

"No, I’ve got it." Christine wearily brought her hands up and no sooner did she get a firm grip than Alan started plowing away.

"I can’t believe this is happening to me," Christine mumbled.

Amy said, "Unfortunately it’s not. Now reach out your tongue and see if you can lick the tip when it gets near. He expects the best from his girls, especially if you think you’ve got what it takes to be a co-girlfriend."

"I do! I do!" She had her tongue out as far as it could go, but it couldn’t reach the cock tip. Unfortunately, her tits were too big, and her tongue wasn’t particularly long.

"Come on, try harder," Amy goaded. "Tilt your head forward more. Here, let me help you with that."

Still trying to talk despite the dick sliding through her cleavage and her tongue fully extended, she asked, "Whatsh thish you thaid about ’unfortunadely iths nod?’"

Amy had her hands behind Christine’s head, lifting her head forwards, helping her tongue get closer and closer. It had come so close with the last thrust that Christine could just barely feel that she could make contact. She was sure to do better momentarily.

But Amy explained, "I said it’s not happening ’cos it’s not. This is all just a dream, you silly willy."

Christine finally made contact as Alan scooted forward a little bit, as well. The pleasure of feeling his great erection sliding through her cleavage was wonderful enough, but as her tongue solidly reached his cockhead, she truly knew joy.

Strangely enough, his cock tasted exactly like a cherry Popsicle.

Then Christine could feel the dream slipping away. Even though Alan had been strangely quiet and distant, and not at all romantic, she was loving every second. She didn’t want the fun and pleasure to end, ever. She cried out, "NoooOOOOoooo!"

She thought, Dammit, why do my dreams always have to end right when I’m getting to the good part?! I’d just got my tongue on it!

She opened her eyes and realized that she was really screaming the word "no" and her cry was only now coming to an end. She also realized that her tongue was fully extended, as if she was trying to imitate a frog catching a fly. Furthermore, she was standing up in the hot tub, not sitting.

She looked at Amy and then at Katherine. They were staring right back at her with obvious curiosity.

She looked down at her hands. They were on both sides of her breasts, pushing them together to create a tunnel for a titfuck, just as in her dream. She quickly dropped her hands to her side, but the damage was done, especially since her rack was completely out of

the water.

Oh my God! I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life! I thought I knew the meaning of embarrassment after what had happened to earlier with Alan and Glory at the beach, but this is worse!

She closed her eyes and found herself sinking slowly into the water. But this time she didn’t stop when she reached her neck. She kept going down until her head was entirely submerged.

With her eyes closed and her mouth shut, she thought, Okay, I officially pronounce myself mentally deranged. Was I asleep, or just totally out of it, or what? I just hope I wasn’t acting out everything that was happening to me! I should consider myself fortunate that my bathing suit is still on and that I didn’t throw it into the bushes! Jesus! What’s wrong with me?!

And my dream! That was the best I could do? To be totally humiliated and dominated by Alan before finally, maybe, being made co-girlfriend with Amy? Boy, talk about aiming low. And where’s the romance? Why didn’t I dream about the rose petals and candles? Am I resigning myself to being just another girl in his harem? No way am I going to stand for that. No way, no how! I don’t care what my stupid head thinks up in my increasingly fucked up dreams! It’s not. Gonna. Happen! Period!

Well, I do know one thing: if I don’t come up for air soon, it’ll all be a moot point. Of course hiding underwater just increases my embarrassment for when I finally do surface, but I should be getting used to it by now. Meet Christine Anderssen, the laughingstock of the universe.

Sigh.

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