Bathing in the sweet high of her orgasm, Anya’s body sank gleefully into the comfort of the mattress. Legs spread, arms above her head, her eyes getting heavy. At this moment, she was totally content and relaxed, apart from one thing, the craving. That craving. That edge. That extra injection of ecstasy that she had felt just before waking up this morning. The uncontrollable lust she felt for the experience she had in her dream. Her eyes shot open, there was that song again. Faint, but it was there. Soothing, relaxing. The corners of her mouth started to rise as her excited smile beamed. Then, just as quickly, her eyes drew heavier, the hypnotic rhythm of the music was sending her into blissful sleep, into the clutches of her lucid dreams. Anya was at the bar. It was busy, so busy. Eventually she grabbed the attention of the bar staff and ordered her drink. Leaning slightly over the bar, she stood on tip toe, her perfect heels exposed as the back of her flats popped off as she raised.

She watched as the bar staff prepared her drinks but felt something slide around her side. She looked down, it was unmistakably the arm of the semi human shape that had taken her in the dream the previous night. Anya was struggling to realise if this was a dream or if she was actually at the bar. The bottom of her summer dress hovered just above her knees. The shape would play with the back of Anya’s calves. Her eyes stared straight ahead, mouth slightly open. “Not her, please.” She whispered. She could feel the warm breath of the shape on her ear as the arm stretched around her waist and across her stomach. It held her firm but slowly descended to her pelvic bone, then further. “NO. I.I don’t.” Anya tried to get the words out but couldn’t quite manage to overcome the overwhelming feeling of sexual energy that was coursing through the shape and onto her body. The hand moved further down until it was between her legs. It pushed the soft fabric of her dress against her panties and onto her wet lips. The heat was phenomenal as the pressure pushed past her lips to her soft, welcoming clit. Anya just stared into the barman’s eyes, her mouth open. Sounds of beautiful eroticism emanating from her mouth as the hand pleasured her. The bar was really busy, and noisy. Anya couldn’t hear a thing, she was paralysed and mesmerized by her deep, erotic dream that blocked out everything and everyone. Then something touched the back of her knee and started rising. Anya’s breathing became heavy, laboured as the hand crept up her leg. Past her thigh, to her perfect arse. The touch was sensational. Her legs voluntarily parted so the fingers could slip between her legs.They pushed aside her wet panties and found her aching, wanton vagina. “You ok miss?” The barman uttered at just the moment when the 2 fingers slid inside her. She raised herself on tiptoe once more, again revealing those beautiful heels from the back of her flats. “Uh huh, oh yeah, I’m good.” She nodded back as her pupils rolled back, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyelids slowly closed. This is what she craved! But it wasn’t the same. The shape worked over Anya’s body it was making her body want more. It knew exactly where to touch her, inside and out. She knew what was coming, but not here, not in this place. It was as if the shape was listening to her, it could hear her thoughts and suddenly it pulled her away from the bar. They were back in her bedroom. Immensely turned on, the shape stopped what it was doing and let go of Anya’s body. She was standing near the door of her room, eyes fixed on the shape. Without a second thought, Anya stepped out of her flats, her soles felt good on the carpet, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to her ankles. Her bra and panties would slip off almost as easily until she was naked, in front of this powerful figment of her imagination. It beckoned her to the bed and she slowly glided over, put one knee on the bed and crawled up to the head of it. Still on all fours and facing the wall, Anya felt the firm grip of a hand on her ankle. It was warm, but firm, it moved up her calf. Another hand on her arse cheek, now both as they squeezed her cheeks and drifted further, onto her back. The warm, firm feel of the hands on her back felt good and Anya reacted with a gorgeous moan. The hands reached further around her waist, stomach, chest to cup her hanging breasts and pinch her sensitive nipple. “Oh fuck!” Anya whispered as the feelings were divine. Then something touch her wet, aching lips. It was the shape’s phallus. Tantalizingly close to her, feeling her wetness. Anya’s anticipation was building, she was being held in this heightened state of arousal, on the bring of sex, feeling him. Then his tip pushed against her, there was no resistance as he started to slide inside her. Again, she felt that it would never stop, the phallus kept pushing until it reached the very top of her. She moaned, hard, the release was massive. He pulled out, then pushed in again, out, then in again. His fingers were playing with her nipples as the body of this dark shape started to envelope Anya. She could feel the tingle and knew she would cum hard on this cock. Consumed by the building crescendo of pleasure that was taking her body she felt something else! The edge! That extra thing she craved, and it rested on her arse cheeks. Where did it come from? How could he have 2 dicks? It was hard and as the shape was fucking Anya it slipped between her cheeks. She could feel it. It got closer, slowly to her arse. Rubbing her opening, sending that shiver of pleasure across her. She had never been so sensitive. Then the shape slowed its rhythmic pounding of Anya. The second phallus fell into place. Everything stopped. Anya could feel it. That’s it, that’s the edge! It started to push onto her opening. The electricity of sex was building once more. This orgasm was going to consumed her. But what if she was going to wake up again like yesterday? She didn’t want that. Then something happened that Anya was equally surprised and mortified by at the same time.  She started to push her arse onto the phallus. The tip past her opening easily as she let out an erotic groan of surrender. It slid into her, it was tight, she could feel everything. The edge had arrived, that extra heightened feeling and she hadn’t woken. It withdrew, then plummeted back inside her. Both holes were filled as the sensation of a massive orgasm started to creep across Anya’s body. She didn’t know at which point the orgasm had started but the intensity grew and wasn’t stopping, the intense tingling sensation grew from her hips across her whole body. Her toes clenched then completely relaxed as she allowed the waves of intense orgasmic power to completely take over her body. Coming to the top of those sensations, the release was seconds away and she knew it was going to be massive. She wanted the feeling to last forever but here it came. “Oh fuck, I’m going to fucking cum.” She muttered as the climax hit her. Her body tensed hard against her 2 invaders that caused this explosion of sexual anergy, Anya didn’t realise she could experience anything like this.  It consumed her, it took her, she could feel everything in a heightened state. She gave herself to this orgasm wholly and completed. Surrendering her body to the massive force of sexual power. With the extended orgasm coursing through her slender, glistening body, she felt the 2 phallus’s that were loving her body start to harden. “Oh shit you’re going to cum.” She said, her moans exquisite in the dreamy bedroom silence. She pushed back onto him again, wanting the explosion. Again they hardened until one pulsed. She could feel the white hot cum inside her pussy. Then the other pulse, jerked, twitched hot cum into her. The pulsing was alternate and gave Anya a whole new sensation which triggered another orgasm within her. She was only just feeling the first wave of orgasm die when the second one took hold. Making her back arch and her screams broke the silence once more. Still pumping hard, the 2 phallus were giving Anya everything she craved when she fell asleep. The rhythm slowed once more and the shape withdrew is 2 cocks from Anya. She collapsed on the bed, on her stomach, totally exhausted and heard the faint tweet of birds. Anya opened her eyes, the sun was streaming through the window. She turned onto her back, looked over. Daz was there, asleep, naked next to her. She could still feel the distant throbbing of her dreamy orgasm and squeezed her legs together, it felt good. She wanted him and she was going to have him!!!