Pink Pyjamas (A)

Smut Stroll Feature

{This post is very definitely NSFW; it is also entirely unsuitable material if you’re underage in your locality; only read on if you’re an adult and you like explicitly sexy stories.}

[Fantasy, MF, consensual sex. All ‘participants’ are adult, imaginary, and entirely fictional - any resemblance to a real person is sheer coincidence.]

This story, the first of two, is intended to be part of the Smut Stroll!

I woke with a start. Upon opening my eyes, I was met by a very enticing sight. A most attractive young woman was perched on my bed smiling broadly at me. She was wearing soft pink, cotton shorts pyjama bottoms decorated with a pattern of white hearts, with a matching sleeveless top, which wasn’t quite long enough to meet the bottoms, revealing a strip of softly rounded stomach and a delightfully delicate belly-button. The pyjamas and top, which at one and the same time did a perfect job of covering all her ‘assets’ also did almost nothing to conceal just how curvy she was.

“What the…? Who…?” I exclaimed, startled and slightly panicked by the sight.

“It’s okay,” she said softly, “I am simply the anthropomorphic personification of your deepest sexual desires and dreams.”

“You what? … But… but are you real?”

“I am every bit as real as you need me to be.” she said, enigmatically.

The whole ensemble was intended to give, at first glance, the impression of her being a ‘little girl’; said impression enhanced by her wearing only very subtle makeup and by having her dark hair in two long plaits - all very innocent and virginal-looking. Looking more closely, her body was anything but that of a young girl; it was very womanly, and made her instantly desirable. Her huge hanging breasts, stretching the pyjama top, were supported by nothing but her forearms, which did little to reduce their swaying, and absolutely nothing to conceal their sheer size. The mere sight of her started a process which seemed likely, at some yet to be determined point in the future, to result in a not inconsiderable mess.

I made as if to reach out and touch her, only to discover that I couldn’t move my arm nor, when I tried, my other limbs either. A look of horror to match my thoughts must have crossed my face because she smiled again and said:

“Don’t worry, you aren’t paralysed; I just applied a temporary restraint so that neither of us got hurt when you woke.”

“So, you must be real then, if you can be hurt?”

“As I said, I am every bit as real as you need me to be.”

She giggled.

“I think we’ll leave the restraints in place for now; they can be quite fun!”

With that she climbed onto the bed, and crouched astride me, looking down on me and smiling again. Her closeness, her deliciously womanly scent, were almost too much to be borne. She placed her hands either side of my head, so that her enormous, pyjama-clad breasts dangled enticingly, almost but not quite in reach of my mouth. I felt my cock stirring, and beginning to tent the sheets. I strained to try to touch her breasts with my lips, but to no avail - they were just out of reach.

“Please!” I pleaded, frustrated.

She looked at me, and tutted slightly.

“Good things come to those who wait.” she said, primly.

I relaxed back into the bedding and satisfied myself with examining everything I could see of her. She really did have such a pretty face, with such a beautiful smile; eyes in which I would surely drown if I looked too long and hard into them; that long dark hair was gorgeous too; but it was her massive boobs, swaying gently inside her top, which truly fascinated me. She proceeded to undo her plaits, shaking them loose and combing them out with her fingers, to reveal the magnificence of her dark mane.

“Good boy.” she said after a couple of minutes. She bent her arms a little, and proceeded to drag her huge, incredibly soft, cotton-clad boobs across my face repeatedly, her hair drifting across my face sensuously. It was such an exciting, erotic, feeling, especially as the friction gradually stimulated her nipples into hard buds. I groaned, involuntarily, at the sensuousness of my situation - a beautiful woman I couldn’t lift a finger to touch was arousing herself by stroking her boobs across my face. Life doesn’t get much better than this, I thought to myself, scarcely able to believe it. I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming, if I could have moved.

After a time - which might have been moments of sheer bliss or a lifetime of frustration, she sat back, still astride me. She clearly felt my erection, because she squirmed, and rolled her hips, pressing her pyjama-clad crotch against it.

“Do you want to see them?” she said, huskily, the lust beginning to show in her face as well as in her voice.

I nodded, dumbly, unable to form words.

She grabbed the hem of her top and peeled it gradually upwards, lifting her massive breasts as she did so, revealing, joy of joys, lush armpit hair! Eventually, gravity won out, and her massive mounds escaped the confines of her top and surged downwards, coming to a quivering stop almost at the waistband of her bottoms. As she lowered her arms, discarding the superfluous top, her long hair fell across her boobs, partly hiding them. She flicked it out of the way, revealing that her boobs were even bigger than I’d thought; absolutely stupendous! Her nipples were hard pink buds, surrounded by lighter pink areoles which were also crinkled into erection.

Such a sight! My cock was now fully erect, and straining to be free of the bedclothes. She ground her hips some more, and I responded in kind, almost involuntarily - I couldn’t have resisted responding to her movements however hard I’d tried - not that I tried - I was determined to derive as much enjoyment from this strange moment as I possibly could. Maybe it was real, maybe it was a dream - but right now I didn’t care about anything except luxuriating in the sensations.

She bent forward again, holding a breast and proffering her nipple, which I took greedily into my mouth and sucked. Her nipple became, if anything, even bigger and harder. Her hand curled around my neck and held me in place as I guzzled on her greedily.

After a few minutes of this, she pulled away, and stood upon the bed astride me, swaying slightly, which set up a delightfully mesmerising counterpoint rhythm in her boob-flesh. She turned and peeled down her bottoms, revealing her softly rounded buttocks, and her darkly hairy pussy.

She struck a sexy pose, stroked one finger up her glistening folds and muttered:

“Fuck, I’m so wet!”

She sucked the finger and then squatted down, easing the sheet off my cock as she did so. She grabbed it and, without so much as a ‘by your leave’ sank wetly onto it with a moan, impaling her pussy to the very hilt.

After a few moments of settling into place and getting comfortable, which made my cock twitch violently, and my hips buck, she began to move, slowly, alternately grinding her pussy sensuously around on my cock and thrusting; at the same time she leaned forward to allow me to capture her nipple in my mouth; she grasped the other breast, lifted it to her mouth and suckled on the nipple, a look of sheer pleasure suffusing her face. She looked so, so, sexy; too sexy in fact.

I groaned, releasing her nipple for a moment.

“This is too sexy; I’m not going to last long!”

I resumed my greedy guzzling of her boob, revelling in contrast between the smooth softness of her boob flesh and the pebbled hardness of her areola and nipple.

“Cum for me!” she said, “if you cum I won’t be far behind.”

She increased the pace of her thrusts, our crotches slapping against each other. Gradually, our thrusts became more frantic and less rhythmical, until I felt the pleasure building and tightening deep in my groin, before suddenly radiating through my whole body in a series of great waves, as my cock began flinging great gouts of creamy white liquid deep into her cunt. At the feel of this, she groaned, her limbs began to quiver uncontrollably, and she in turn flooded my groin with her juices. She collapsed on top of me, panting, her pussy twitching rhythmically.

“Fuuuuuuuck, that was goooood.” she moaned, “I needed that so much.”

“So did I! It’s been too long since I was properly fucked.”