Within the Tavern Walls 7 - dreams

That night, Mrs. G's dreams were vivid, almost felt real. She was back in the tavern. An old woman entered. She had a kind face, and her eyes held a certain warmth that made Mrs. G feel at ease. "Mrs.G" the old woman began, her voice soft yet firm, "you've been through so much. It's time to let go, to live again." Mrs. G watched as the old woman approached her, her hands reaching out to undo the laces of her dress. "My husband..." - Mrs.G said. "Mr. G would want you to enjoy life, not just endure it," she murmured, her fingers working deftly. The dress fell away, leaving Mrs. G exposed. She felt a chill, but it was not from the cold. The tavern door creaked open, and in walked a group of old, fat men. No clothes on them. Their bellies were round and heavy, and their manhoods, unusually large, swung freely as they moved, they were of a size that would fit more a horse than a man. Mrs.G kept looking at them until the old woman took her hand, and lead her towards the men. "It's alright," she soothed. "This is life. It's messy, it's raw, but it's yours to live." The man who was on the front laid down on a wooden table, his manhood straight up beside being gigantic. The old woman guided her towards him, and then onto him. The woman was beside her still, her hand cupping Mrs. G's cheek. "Everything is fine, Mrs.G," she whispered, her breath warm against Mrs. G's skin. "Tell me that you want it." "I want it." - Mrs.G said. "What do you want?" "I want them all to fuck me."  The old lady leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Mrs. G's, deepening into a kiss that tasted of comfort and acceptance. Mrs.G felt man's length press against her pussy, and then, she descended onto his giant manhood. Slowly the old man entered her. The moment the enormous dick entered her fully, Mrs.G let out a cry of satisfaction, but in the same moment she woke up with a start, awaken by her own voice. Her body was slick with sweat, the remnants of her dream clinging to her like a second skin. She blinked, disoriented, as the dim light of dawn filtered through the curtains. Her heart pounded, and heat pooled in her belly. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the dampness there, evidence of her body's betrayal. She sat up, the blanket falling away, and ran a hand through her tangled hair. Her skin felt too tight, too sensitive. She rubbed her hands over her arms, trying to chase away the ghostly touches that lingered. Her nipples hardened under her nightgown, aching for... something. "What's happening to me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. Her eyes darted to the empty space beside her, the space that had been vacant for too long. "Oh husband..." It was a plea, a prayer. She stood, her legs shaky, and paced the length of the room. Her body thrummed with an energy she didn't understand, a need she didn't know how to fulfill. She wrung her hands, her nails digging into her palms, trying to focus on the tiny pinpricks of pain. The image of giant cocks flashed in front of her eyes. Her hands moved of their own accord, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. She bit her lip, stifling a moan. Her body yearned, craved, demanded. But her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear. She sank onto the bed, her head in her hands. "What's happening to me?" The question hung in the air, unanswered. The room was silent, save for the soft sound of her breathing. Her body burned, her mind raced, and her heart... her heart was a drumbeat of desperation, echoing in the emptiness of her lonely room.