Ghosted

This is a story I wrote several years ago. Im not sure what category an author I'd like to be, but this is a bit of fun with a little wishful thinking in it.

I heard the news when I got home from work. Papa had passed away in his sleep and the funeral would be back in his hometown. It hit a little hard as he was a favorite of mine. During my childhood I had spent many summers at their house and enjoyed almost every day. Papa would take me on his errands and we would sing his old country songs in the truck. I will miss him and his gentle way of living.

I drove the 3 hours to his hometown and stayed at the old homestead house with the rest of the family. My room was in the basement and Grandma smiled at me when she said it was the best room in the house.

Being tired from the drive I quickly stripped off my clothes and slid under the covers. By the time my head rested on the pillow I was asleep. It didn't take long to drift into dreamland. Damn it was a good dream too!

I dreamed an older man came into my room and pulled back the covers to see my body. In my black panties and sheer bra, he liked what he saw. His fingers drifted softly along my torso and slowly outlined my panties. He slid his hand inside and began rubbing my clit like his hands were magic. Immediately I was in the beginning stages of an orgasm. His fingers slipped into my wet pussy, first one, then another, then three fingers working my cum hole with perfection. He stopped and used both hands to remove my panties and threw them on the ground beside the bed.

On his knees at my feet, he grabbed my calves and spread my legs apart. Laying on top of me, he drove his large cock into me and began fucking on me like I was a rag doll. As petite as I am, he could do anything he wanted. I'm 5'2" and 114 lbs without clothes on and I definitely had no clothes on in this dream. I don't know how it was possible but once inside me, his dick seemed to swell to 3 times the thickness it had when he started. Damn it felt so good working back and forth over my clit and into my vagina. He knew what he was doing and soon I was moaning like a whore and sweating from all the activity. It wasn't long before I was enjoying the best orgasm of my life! He continued to fuck me through the orgasm and didn't feel like he was going to stop anytime soon. Throughout the night he continued to pound on my pussy and blow my mind. Finally, it was clear he was about to finish in me. His dick grew rigid and he started the familiar grunt while he drove rope after rope of cum deep inside me.

Suddenly he was gone -- something I was used to from the parade of guys who used me regularly -- and I fell fast asleep in a state of bliss.

Shortly after the dream finished, I woke up and looked around the room. The glow of this amazing dream was still in my body as I pushed back the covers and stepped onto the floor. On the floor by the bed were my black panties. I was naked from the waste down and very wet between my legs. I thought that my dream must have seemed so real that I had slid off my panties while I slept.

Pulling on my jeans and a t-shirt I went upstairs to be greeted by the family. Everyone was in the kitchen and had started eating a big breakfast Nana had made. She asked me if I slept well and I replied with a 'I'm not sure,' and she smiled at me again.

The rest of the day was more about funeral arrangements and greeting well wishers at the house. Papa had been a popular guy with the locals, and they wanted to pay their respects. The day moved slowly, and I found myself drifting off trying to remember parts of my wet dream. Night fell and I headed back down to my room to get some more sleep before the funeral tomorrow.

As I had hoped, my dreams started soon after I fell asleep. The same old man stepped into my room and started the same routine. He pulled back the blankets, began stroking my breasts again, but then he stepped back from the bed. He looked at the door and with his hand he made a motion that seemed to say, 'come on in.' Another man came into the room and into my dream. He was also older, I had to guess they were both in their 60s. In the daytime, I would not even think of fucking someone their age, but here in the dream it all made perfect sense.

The two men were not as gentle as the one had been in my previous dream. The new guy simply reached down and pulled my panties off immediately. The man from the night before was pulling my t-shirt up over my head and beginning to suck on my tits. With one licking my pussy and the other sucking on me, I was feeling good again. They just seemed to do things in a way that made everything so much more sensitive.

Within moments I was cumming as he continued to eat me out. It was wonderful as he made no pretense of manners and was getting me sloppy wet. I knew I had a tendency to be a little loud when I came, but there was no way I could hold back. Fuck they did me good and I wanted more and more.

They gave me more...

With ease they rolled me onto my belly then raised me onto my hands and knees. My lover from the first night slide that thick cock into my mouth and began driving it back and forth bumping the back of my throat with each stroke.

Behind me another large dick was sliding into me doggy style and enjoying the wet playground he had made. Within seconds they developed a rhythm going back and forth and using me like the slut I was in real life. But here in my dream, that slut didn't exist. I was just their fuck toy with the added benefit of multiple orgasms rolling through my body.

It seemed like hours they worked me back and forth. Every now and then they would turn me around switch places on my body. Over and over again I tasted my own pussy. And they would not stop. I knew it had to be a dream. Most guys would have finished using me long ago, but they were still taking whatever they wanted and going strong.

Finally, I felt the warm splash of cum in my mouth and tasted the salty liquid in my throat. Soon after, my pussy was filled once again as the old man let out a victory cry while he buried his seed inside my tiny body.

And again, just like that, they were gone. I slept a little longer but was soon awakened by someone calling me to breakfast. I smiled as I woke up and thought how wonderful these dreams had been. I went to wipe my face and found the dried remnants of cum on my cheek. How could that possibly be what I think it is? I marched into the shower and cleaned up from whatever had happened.

My mind was spinning and my body was sore from my dream -- but now I wasn't so sure.

The rest of the day was one of sadness as we buried Papa. The service was well attended and the things people said about him were interesting. As much as I loved him, there was so much about him I didn't know. When we finished at the gravesite I cried for a few moments and walked to the car.

The wake at the house was about what you would expect. Everyone was telling stories, which was a good thing, but it didn't replace my Papa. So, I wandered back to my room to escape the people upstairs.

As I turned the corner and walked through the door, I pulled up in shock. In my room where 6 men waiting for me. I recognized two of them from last night's dream, but now I was wide awake and completely confused.

They didn't care about that much. I was quickly surrounded and my clothes stripped from my body. Hands were squeezing my tits and fingers were exploring my pussy and ass. I tried to scream but my panties were pushed into my mouth and I was laid on the bed. One by one they took their turn on me. Over and over they slammed cocks the size of baseball bats into my body until they sprayed me with their cum. The assault was endless. I was being fucked by men I had seen in my dreams. But I didn't have time to figure it out.

The way they fucked me was overwhelming. Each thrust into my body created a shock wave of sensitivity. The orgasms came on so fast I could hardly manage them. I was bucking and arching and shaking the entire time as the sensation continued to sweep through me.

I had never felt anything so perfect. By now the gag was out of my mouth and I was begging for another cock to drive me into ecstasy. I was exhausted but the orgasms kept coming. Eventually I couldn't handle it anymore and I passed out.

When I woke up the room was empty. I was laying on the floor in puddles of sweat and cum. It had not been a dream. There was no explanation for what it was. But I knew I had been the willing target of an amazing gangbang and I wanted more of it as soon as possible.

Again, I showered and walked upstairs. The guests were gone, and it was only Nana and I in the front room.

She simply asked, 'Did you enjoy your visitors?'

'Yes, Nana, I really, really did.'

'They are part of this house,' she started to explain.

She went on, 'I can't live here any longer without your Papa. I will have to sell this place.'

The next day I made arrangements to get a loan and started the process of buying Nana's home.

She simply smiled at me as we signed the paper.