Friend sleepwalking

[coolcurt86]

Hey everyone this story is told by my friend Mackenzie about our night at her place (together)

My Name is Mackenzie and my friend Curtis spent the night at my place during a hot summer night in July cause of smoke damage at his apartment there was a fire in the same building so he needed a place to stay what kind of girl would I be If I didn't help him he has always been there for me so here it goes, it was a wild night enjoy.

It's bedtime. I change into my best silk nightie and check myself out in the mirror. It's not too revealing, but it definitely shows off some curves, and the little bumps formed by my nipples are blazingly obvious. I smile, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, then gather up a spare pillow and blanket and trot out to the living room.

Curtis is lounging on the couch, watching the tail end of a movie on television. The lights are dim and the flickering from the screen sends dancing shadows over his handsome features. He looks up as I enter, then rises to take the pillow and blanket from me.

"Thanks, Mackenzie," he smiles. "You're a lifesaver. Are you sure I'm not putting you out?"

"Oh, no, no," I reply. "I just hope the couch is comfortable enough."

"Oh it is, don't worry. I've slept in much worse places," he reassures me. "And I'm told the fumes will be mostly gone by tomorrow night, so I'll be out of your hair by then."

"It's fine, it's fine," I say happily, playing with the hem of my nightie as I twist my body slightly from side to side and bite my lip.

I see his eyes drop briefly to my chest. He's noticed that my nipples are on high beams and it seems to have distracted him somewhat. "Uh... yeah, so anyway, thanks..."

"Don't mention it," I giggle. "I'll see you in the morning."

I probably imagine it, but I think I can feel his gaze lingering on my ass as I walk away. So I put a little extra wiggle into it, just to give him a thrill.

I hop into bed and try to read a book, but the knowledge that curtis is under the same roof is a huge distraction. I expect that he'll be sleeping in his underwear and wonder whether he's wearing briefs or boxers. I hope they're some kind of sexy designer briefs that show off his package or none at all lol.

Now I am thinking about his package. Sighing, I put my book aside and snuggle under the covers. Five minutes later I just had a very nice orgasm, thanks to the image of Curtis's cock and the details of several things I'd like to do with it. I wonder how he would react if he knew how often I've masturbated to thoughts of him.

I fall asleep soon after, contented, with a warm inner glow.

My dreams are of curtis, but they're frustrating. He's perpetually out of reach. And then, suddenly, I wake up to the sound of a creaking floorboard.

The clock on the nightstand says 3:04 in bright, blurry teal green digits. You blink, rub your eyes, and gasp as you notice a figure standing at the foot of your bed. My heart jumps into mu]y mouth and I am about to shout out for curtis to help when I realize that it is curtis. He's motionless. And he's naked. Very, very naked. His penis is nicely thick and half-erect.

"curtis, what do you think you're doing?" I hiss. clearly not mad but wow he thinks he can just walk into my bedroom, presumably expecting to have his way with me.

"oahhhh," he mumbles, and takes a step forward, only to bump into the bed. He steps back and just stands there.

my eyes are getting better accustomed to the dimness now, and I can see his glassy-eyed distant gaze and the vacant expression on his face.

"curtis?" I ask, sitting up in bed.

no reply zombie-like.

I realize that he must be sleepwalking. I giggle, certain that he'd be mortified to find out that he'd walked naked into your room at three in the morning. I'd better not wake him, to spare him the embarrassment. Plus, I've heard that waking up sleepwalkers is a really bad idea. Their hearts can explode, or they go homicidal, or something terrible like that.

That leaves me with the problem of what to do with the naked man at the foot of my bed. I decided that all I can do is attempt to lead him back to the couch, and hope he stays there this time.

I get out of bed and quietly approach him. He shows no signs of being aware of your presence and placidly allows me to take his hand. I gently pull him toward the door and he stumbles along behind me.

When I reach the living room I have to stop for a moment. There's a lot more light here, and I can't resist stepping back so I can admire his body for a moment. I've spent enough time imagining him naked, and I might never get another chance to see the real thing. My brownish green eyes drink every detail while he stands there, still as a statue, maybe not Michelangelo's David, but certainly sexy enough for me. And no fig leaf could cover the thick, veiny shaft that curtis is blessed with.

While my heart starts to go pitter-patter and then I find myself reaching out, gently placing a hand on his chest. He doesn't react as I stroke his body, feeling the firm flesh of his torso beneath my nervously-questing palm. I then step closer, pressing one satin-covered breast against him, as my hand snakes around to his ass. I decide to squeeze one muscular cheek firmly, then release it.

I gasp, appalled at what I am doing, and quickly pull my hand away. You're not the kind of girl who would fondle a helpless man in their sleep, are you, mackenzie? (Don't answer that.)

"This way, Curtis," I whisper, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. I am able to gently maneuver him first into a sitting position, then lying down. Then, just as I am about to pull the blanket over him, I find myself staring at his cock again. You're such a bad girl -- a slave to temptation says the voice in my head. So I leave the blanket where it is and kneel at his side.

Just one touch -- what could it hurt? I bite my lip, trembling, and reach out, wrapping my hand around his iron-hard member. It feels warm, soft, and silky, but with a firm core within. There's a pulse. I keep holding it, feeling it grow and become stiff in my grasp. shifting my grip, sliding down, then back up, and before you know it I am jacking him off, cradling his soft balls with my other hand. Slut!

my breathing quickens. I am shocked at how quickly I managed to get him to a full erection. His cock is perfect, with decent length It's not the biggest I have seen but it damn sure ain't tiny, I am impressed with the girth for sure, it's also slightly curved upward, with a well-defined mushroom head that flushes deep pink in color when you squeeze the shaft beneath it. It's like a pornographic lollipop, It makes my mouth water.

Before you know it, I've taken Curtis's cock into my mouth. It's hard like iron but smooth too. I explore the shape of his cock-head with my tongue, poking at the hole and tickling his pee hole. He swells and twitches in my mouth and can taste a dribble of his sweet yet slightly salty precum mixing with my saliva.

You're naughty -- so very naughty -- and you need to stop this right now! I start to pull away, but he mumbles something unintelligible, and I feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me down.

I gurgle in fright, fearing that I've woken him, and manage to free his cock from my mouth. As I pull away he reaches for me, gripping my shoulder. I shuffle back to my knees, but he doesn't let go, and my eyes widen in horror as, apparently still sleeping, he rolls off the couch towards me. I fall on my back on the rug and he lands on top of me, knocking the air from my lungs.

I freeze, squashed by his dead weight on top of me, hardly daring to breathe. I can feel his cock pressing against my inner thigh through the thin silk nightie. Miraculously he's still asleep.

Now, if only I can somehow wriggle out from under him, I would be able to escape. When he wakes he'll just think he fell out of bed.

I squirm about, trying to get free, but this seems to rouse something in him. "Mnuh mngargle fnup," he explains, and his hand reaches down to tug at my nightie. In seconds it's bunched around my waist, leaving the lower half completely naked, and the tip of his cock is poking at the base of my butt cheeks.

"Oh shit," I whisper to myself. Curtis is adjusting himself into the optimal position for missionary, his body on some kind of sexual autopilot. I can't wake him -- he might have an aneurysm or spontaneously combust -- so it looks like I am about to get fucked. And if I am going to be completely honest, I am becoming extremely excited by the prospect!

curtis starts thrusting his hips, his cock prodding away blindly between my legs, and it's just a matter of time before he hits the mark. I decide to help him out by sliding my hand between our bodies, grabbing the base of his shaft, and aiming him in the right direction.

He thrusts again, then I feel my pussy lips enfold him, and he sinks easily into me. incredibly wet, so there's barely any friction, but he's thick, and the sensation of my tunnel stretching to accommodate him is exquisite.

He falls into a rhythm, almost robotic, but there's a tenderness there too. I run my hands over his back, feeling the muscles move under his warm skin. then I grab his ass, feeling his cheeks tighten under my hands with each thrust into you.

I'd prefer that he was awake -- that he'd seduced me, unable to contain his lust -- but I'll take what I can get. Then I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his masculine scent, and try to forget that he has no idea what's going on.

"Yes, curtis, fuck me, fuck me," I whisper in his ear and his subconscious seems to understand because this thrusting becomes harder and more urgent. I grab his rock-hard ass tighter, pulling him deeper so that his silky ballsack slaps against me on each in-stroke.

"Oh my God," I think. "I've got Curtis's cock in me! curtis's actually fucking me!"

This triggers me and I start to cum, suppressing a scream by biting my lip. curtis keeps pumping away while I ride the waves of a toe-curling orgasm, panting into his neck.

When I am finally breathing at a normal rate I have to deal with a small problem. I've just cum but curtis is still fucking me and isn't showing any signs of stopping. I push against his chest, but can't get him off.

He keeps fucking me for another ten minutes. I start out worried sick that he'll wake up any moment, but by the end of it I am mentally making a list for my next trip to the supermarket.

Finally, curtis groans and tenses up, flooding my pussy with warm cum from his twitching cock. I pat him on the back. "There, there, very good. Now back to bed!"

Just when I think I'll be trapped there all night, he stumbles to his feet and staggers off to the bathroom, his now-mostly-flaccid penis slapping his inner thighs. Then I breathe a sigh of relief and get up, grab some tissues and tiptoe quickly back to my room.

As I pass the bathroom I hear short bursts of pee hitting the toilet bowl and longer, quieter bursts of pee that are clearly missing the mark. shaking my head and I sigh, but he's asleep so I can't really blame him.

[Craze899]

"True" story... sounds like that one time I woke up in a 20 woman orgy at the top of the Eiffel tower. Crazy night.

[coolcurt86]

It did actually happen
Let's just say someone may have actually been awake for the good parts.