The Bencroft Family Debaucheries

Alishia Bencroft was having a wonderful dream.

She was surrounded by men, tall, muscular, and hunky, with just a bit of gray on their temples.

Just the way she loved them.

Not too young, not too old.

There was one of those faceless hunks between her legs, holding her up by her shapely calves. She could feel the hard muscles of his shoulders under her legs, the sensations flowing through her, driving her to new heights of ecstasy.

“Yes!” She moaned in her dreams, her eyes smoldering with her desire as she arched her back, savoring the girthy shaft embedded deep within her. She licked her lips, looking around at the dark silhouettes surrounding her. The only clear thing was their cocks—all meaty and girthy, pointing upwards in a proud curve, held within the confines of their master’s palms.

“Give it to me.” She screamed, urging her faceless lover to fuck her, drive the cock deep within her, and give her what she had been wanting for so long. Her cunt was starved for male attention. Even if it was a dream, she held onto that sensation of being parted ruthlessly and penetrated fully as a man took his pleasure from her.

Edging her closer to that bliss that she could only achieve with a thick cock inside her.

Alishia reached out, her fingers in search of those beautiful, curved pieces of manhood that seemed to hover ever so slightly out of her reach.

“Please!!!” She moaned, a throaty voice that would leave any man bent over, trying to protect his dignity. “Give them to them. Please! I will do anything. Just a cock. Please let me feel those hard cocks!”

But the men hovered ever so out of her reach, a cruel smile on their faces as they pleasured themselves lazily, their fingers gliding down those behemoth poles in a languorous fashion, barely teasing those undersides. They were leaking just the slightest bit of precum. Enough to make Alishia’s mouth water.

Oh, how she wanted to suck a hard cock.

But it wasn’t meant to be.

Frustrated, she clawed at the silky white sheet, eerily reminiscent of her own bed, as she stretched herself, trying to reach those mammoth cocks.

But she couldn’t

“Please!!!” She moaned. But the consternation did not just come from these tantalizing shafts barely out of her reach, but also from her lover.

His thrusts were short and rapid, touching her deep within her, but not hard enough or long enough to make her cum.

Alishia hovered right on the edge, the peak building and abating, and yet never realizing.

It was enough to drive the mature woman to frustration.

“FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She screamed, her body shuddering and convulsing as her dream lover thrusted deep within her suddenly, driving that wondrous mushroom-shaped head right on her sweet spot, grinding against it, pushing it inside her own cunt, mashing it.

Making her cum.

And then her eyes flew open.

Panting, Alishia Bencroft looked down, past her breasts, still perky despite her age, thanks to that wonderful breast augmentation surgery she had a few years prior. Her nipples were hard as a rock, pointing straight up through the white, silken sheet draped on her lovely body. They were swollen, clearly visible through the thin fiber of that summer sheet.

She was aroused.

It didn’t take long for Alishia to figure out the root cause of her arousal. The sheet below her navel was bunched up, with her legs sticking out high in the air.

On top of her husband’s shoulder.

“Oh fuck!” Alishia couldn’t help but moan as her husband, Ashwell Bencroft, nibbled at a particularly sensitive spot just below her clit. Her hips bucked, her pussy gushed.

Alishia bit her lip. “Oh fuck, Ash, that feels so good.”

Ash’s only reply was to hum against her pussy, making his wife squirm once again. Alishia arched her back, the sheet sliding on her body, revealing her plump, perky breasts. Her darkened nipples pointed straight towards the ceiling. She was tingling all over as her husband of nearly thirty-five years expertly lapped at her pussy.

Usually, she would have protested, telling him she didn’t like him eating out of her pussy in the morning.

But today, her wet dream had made her too horny.

“Yes!!” She chanted, grabbing one of her nipples, darkened with age, twisting it between her fingers, feeling the pain as it enhanced her arousal. Ash was busy teasing the top of her vaginal canal right at the entrance, where one of her sweet spots was. He had rolled his tongue in a way that was somehow unique to him, hardening it, making it seem like a little drill jabbing against her soft insides.

Like a cock stabbing against her sweet spot repeatedly.

Her dream made sense now. Ash had grabbed her calves, his face buried deep inside her pussy as he lapped and lapped, unceasing, his jaws untiring.

And made her cum again.

Alishia’s eyes fluttered closed; her voice was caught in her throat, a primal, bestial cry escaping her lips. Her face contorted in ecstasy, her fingers pinched her nipple hard, nearly crushing it between her digits as she bounced in the throes of her orgasm.

Ash was busy lapping up her juices, greedily gulping down every single drop. His tongue was still deep inside her, pushing and prodding, stimulating her sensitive spots.

“S-S-Stop!!” Alishia gasped, her fingers threading through the soft silver hair of her husband, but she had no strength left in her limbs, following consecutive orgasms. All she could do was hold onto him as he lapped at her incessantly, bringing her closer and closer to another mind-shattering ending.

The peak never subsided for Alishia; it just ebbed a little as her husband concentrated on her sweet spot, rolling his tongue against that rough bundle of nerves that was her G-spot.

Her eyes bulged out, her calves crossing around her husband’s head, involuntarily pushing him in deeper.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk!!!!” She writhed in pain and pleasure, the ecstasy reaching a point where it nearly became torture. Her mind was overwhelmed with sensation. But it didn’t stop her husband, who pressed exactly where he knew her weak spot to be.

There were times when being married for nearly forty years could backfire.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!!!” Her vocabulary was full of nasty, dirty words alone. Nothing else could her brain register as she came on her husband’s face, flooding his mouth.

Her vagina was aching lightly now, spasming sporadically around that ruthless intruder. But she had no way of expelling it. Her body control had been reduced to a minimal level, where all she could do was lie back and moan, her fingers threaded through her husband’s hair in a manner that could be construed as encouraging.

All Alishia wanted to do was stop cumming.

“Ash, please Ash!” Alishia murmured, putting all her strength into her arms, trying to pull him away from her overstimulated vulva. But all she could do was barely budge him.

Maybe he misunderstood her, or maybe he was being cheeky, which was far too likely, but all Ash did was shift his attention upward, withdrawing his tongue for a moment. Alishia breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the painful pleasure was nearly at an end.

She was wrong.

Ash clamped his lips on her clits and sucked hard, his teeth biting into that bundle of nerves just lightly, grazing it.

“ASHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Alishia howled, like a banshee unleashed. Her legs buckled hard, her muscles spasmed, locking up, and becoming stiff as bricks as she came for the fifth time.

Well, at least it was over now, Alishia thought as her husband finally showed his face, a grin plastered on it behind her transparent juices.

Alishia sighed as she cuddled into the broad chest of her husband, her leg draped over his body possessively, her arm holding him close, just enjoying his warmth. She was finally coming down from her high after nearly an hour.

At fifty-five years old, it took her some time to recover. That did not mean her sexual appetite was any less. In fact, she seemed to be entering her third prime, if her wet dream was any indication.

She looked into her husband’s eyes, smiling at him. She leaned up and softly kissed him on the lips, her thigh pressing slightly into his limp dick.

No reaction as usual.

Ashwell grimaced, his brown eyes conveying his sorrow to her, but she just smiled and kissed him again, their soft lips coming together in that well-practiced motion that had helped convey their emotion throughout their marriage.

“You don’t have to keep doing that, you know!” Alishia spoke into his chest, feeling his heartbeat, as strong and steady as ever. She loved hearing that sound. Nothing calmed her down like hearing her husband’s heart going thump, thump, thump.

Ashwell’s chest rumbled with a deep laugh as he pulled his wife in closer. “No man is going to let his wife start her day feeling unsatisfied.”

Alishia rolled her eyes and hit him playfully. “That was going a bit farther than satisfying me.” She stopped for a second. “Besides, I have told you, I don’t really enjoy morning oral.”

“Really!” Ashwell grabbed her tit, softly squeezing it. Alishia sighed, feeling those fingers massage her breasts. His touch still felt absolutely wonderful after all these years. No other man even came close.

“The way you were moaning, I would say your body doesn’t agree with you!”

“Oh!” She looked at him with mock anger. “And you know my body better than I do?”

Ashwell slapped her ass, eliciting a yelp from her. “Of course I do. I bet I have made you cum more times than you have done yourself.”

Alishia hit him on the arm, a bit harder this time. Ashwell just laughed.

“Besides, I have to get my protein as well. Can’t go without them at my age.”

Alishia just rolled her eyes. “Men!” She muttered as she snuggled into him, thinking a late morning wouldn’t do them any harm.

They were retired and didn’t have anything else to do.

And yet, despite all that happiness, Alishia couldn't help but think about those thick cocks that she was dreaming about.

If only her husband didn't suffer from erectile dysfunction.

Everything would have been perfect!