She lied next to her lover, tossing and turning, so drowsy but awake. He was deep asleep but she was so horny! She should have just gone to the bathroom and taken care of it by herself, but he was just next to her. He should wake up for her, make the itch go away. But he slept on ignoring her urgency.
 
This would not do. She kicked the sheets off them and the bed. As usual, he slept naked. She couldn't quite make the details in the dark but she remembered all the details. He was just right for her. She knelt at middle of the bed, staring down at him. That broad chest, soft but not obese belly. Those thick legs. That beautiful penis she loved the taste of so much. Everything was foggy and somehow out of focus even in the dark. Something was just off but also just right.
 
With one hand she started caressing his abdomen, the other started caressing over his thighs. He stirred ever so slightly, fully unconscious. Or maybe he was just playing at being asleep. No one could ignore her expert touch, though it would be hard, in the deep dark of midnight in a room with thick curtains drawn, to appreciate her beauty.
 
The hand on his legs moved up and started caressing his scrotum. He kept it nice and smooth for her. He kept himself nice and smooth for her all over. Because she liked to taste him all over. Ah, now something stirred. His member of course. Slowly lengthening and becoming hard, arching from the limp position to his left and taking position to lie over his lower belly.
 
"Good boy", she forms the words in her mouth without actually uttering them. If he is sleeping she wouldn't want to wake him up. If he's playing to her game, why not continue it?
 
As the veined shaft fully plumps up, she cannot resist anymore, and she bends down. The hand on his belly descends as she does grabbing his shaft and pointing it up. Her lips surely reddened with excitement, spread out to take this generous, but still small bit into him. Bigger than his fingers. Smaller than his wrists. But so delicious! She takes the head in and finds it is not her favorite... Of course he showered before going to sleep. This is the correct thing. But it takes away from his natural taste. All will be forgiven. She will make him tasty again.
 
Her head starts bobbing up and down slowly at first, and then faster. The hand that was caressing his testicles leaves him and moves beneath her panties. Ah! There it was, a little bliss for herself. He should be the one fingering her. Or using his tongue, but instead he slept! Oh, but that's what she wanted right now, right. She wanted him to enjoy his taste without the vagaries of mutual sex. This was just right. The bobbing of her head accelerated as her own fingers penetrated her wet vagina. Index and middle fingers. Just for a few moments, to enjoy that sensation and make them wet. She didn't want to cum, not yet.
 
Instead she withdrew those fingers, covered in her slick juice, and moved them between his legs. Those fingers dove between his legs and his buttocks. Now she got a grunt out of him. He never quite liked this stuff, and she secretly liked that. He did it for her. Made himself vulnerable to her. Because she deserved it, he was hers. Including his ass.
 
Two fingers went in without too much trouble. And... he still didn't wake up. She smiled thinking about what he might be dreaming. Or maybe he's awake and thinking he's dreaming. Or maybe his IS his dream.
 
Didn't matter from her perspective. She wanted what she wanted, and she wanted it now. She began to massage his insides while her mouth massaged his member. The way it was twitching, she had him close, close to giving her his taste. She would swallow it all. But... what if... She pulled back and instead of blowing him, she started jerking him off, cock pointed to where his face and chest should be. She wanted to cover him in his own sauce and then lick him clean. Another thing he hadn't let him do awake, but in his sleep, he could not fight against. She'd just lick him good, and he'd be none the wiser.
 
She wasn't good at handjobs really. But that didn't matter, he was close to the edge and, despite any wake-time protestations, he always came harder with her fingers up his bum. She bit her lower lip as now an image came to her of him served on a silver platter, trussed up, with an apple in his mouth and a carrot up his ass. Perhaps covered in semen, like she intended to make him now. Everything she needed to satiate her needs.
 
A few moments of giving him the 5 + 2 finger treatment, she heard him groan and her penis start twitching. She stopped jerking him off as he came but continued to massage her ass, trying to get his prostate to release as much juice as possible. It took a few moments for him to stop shuddering and moaning. From the intensity, she imagined this must have been a load to behold.
 
Once he stopped shuddering, she paused for a moment. No motion again! She knew he slept heavy but this was something else. He HAD to be playing. But everything was so fuzzy. If she didn't want to taste him some more she might have gone to sleep again without even jilling herself off.
 
Right! Taste! She moved one finger up over his abdomen. Just above his belly button she found the first dropplet of cum. She swirled it around, smearing it on him with her fingertip. Then she put that fingertip on her tongue and licked.
 
SO.
 
GOOD.
 
Impossibly good really. She couldn't understand what was going on. But now she knew she needed to taste him more. All of him. All over.
 
She straddled him. He was a nicely built guy, of course. But she was one of her family. Tall and strong. In her case with a bit more fat than would be considered preferable. In any case she was bigger than him and could do what she NEEDED to do now. She straddled him and used her hands to caress his chest. Smearing his cum all over him And his neck... And his face! He'd even managed to get some up there. She could not wait. Once she'd had prepared him she bent down and started licking his face. Sucking at his face. Gently. And then she couldn't take it anymore, opened wide and forced her mouth around his head.
 
It felt glorious. Transcendent! She needed more, she needed it all. She slipped her hands behind his back and lifted him up as she sat on his legs, then pushed foward, getting his head down her throat and his shoulders in her mouth.
 
Now THAT got his attention finally. Probably not being able to breathe because his face is trapped in a tube of flesh would finally cause someone to wake up, she figured. Not that it mattered. Her hands now pinned his arms to his sides as she slipped back and bent forward, getting him in a position for proceeding with the rest of him.
 
And all the while she enjoyed that taste she'd milked out of him. His chest went in at perhaps an inch or two per second, her tongue reaching everywhere it could to feel the texture of his skin and get all bits of his flavor. Not just the semen, but also the sweat that he'd started exude from fear.
 
She did feel a bit bad for him. And she was going to miss him. It was like a farmer taking out a cow he'd cared from birth to the butcher's. Such was life, with bittersweet situations like this. More bitter for him and the cow to be fair.
 
As she reached his midsection he'd stopped struggling so hard. Couldn't be helped. Trapped with no place to breathe in a stomach that, even now, was working hard at coating him in digestive juices would make his struggles short. It was for the better. She let go of her forearms and grabbed his hips, now sitting up and raising him above her, to help gravity aid in her laborious, though thoroughly enjoyable, task.
 
He was hard again, she realized, as he continued to sleep in. Maybe he was a gasper and never told her. Perhaps he didn't even know it! Maybe she'd know if they met in the afterlife. Probably not, she'd be in hell in the circle reserved for cannibals. He would be in heaven with all the morsels. In any case, she swallowed more, and his hardness perhaps made an extra lump in her neck as it went down, leaving just a little extra taste when it passed over her tongue.
 
His legs moved in with considerably less effort than the rest of him, toes still twitching a little as they passed her, once again, normal looking lips. She fell her back on the middle of the bed, on her side, her fingers finally able to satisfy her lust. She moved her hand around her massively distended abdomen and started caressing her clitoris. Her other hand explored that massive belly, feeling the indentations her former loved made in it though occasionally traveling to tweak her hard nipples and squeezer her large, soft breasts. The bumps inside of her were still except for the movement of her stomach and her own twisting and turning as she masturbated, caressing her clit and penetrating her vagina.
 
When she got it, the orgasm was exceptional gds. Huge. With ejaculation even! Something truly epic to match the gift she'd extracted from him this night... Everything was still kind of foggy and weird in her head. But it was right.
 
.......................
 
She woke up with the sun shining behind her heavy curtains. She took a few moments, trying to stretch as she tried to recall that fantastic dream she was just having, but not quite able to because of the extra weight. Her eyes popped open and she let a scream as she looked down at her belly. "NOT AGAIN!", she screamed.
 
She TOLD him to stay on the couch. Insisted. But no! They always wanted to sleep in bed with her because that's what dating couples do. Now she'd have to spend a couple hours in the bathroom, move again before people noticed he was missing. It was just not fair!
 
But the worst thing of it all: the dream. She knew it was good. She could tell by the afterglow, by how wet the bed was, how it always was. But she could remember not one bit of it. At all.