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Breakfast In Bed

By: Anders



My 21-year-old girlfriend Mandy and I have been going out for a little over six years now. We’ve lived together for about three of those six years. Mandy is a beautiful girl, 5’ 3", 95lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, and a body that gets attention everywhere she goes. Our relationship is wonderful and our sex life is fantastic. I’m sure that we’ll end up getting married some day, I really love her.

Mandy has a younger sister named Alicia. I remember Alicia as a little girl; 13 years old, playing in the front yard while I was trying to seduce her older sister in the house. An annoying little pigtailed brat always wanting to go with us to the movies, always seeming a little jealous of me and yet still wanting to impress me. She was such a cute kid. Alicia is 18 now and she’s turned into quite a good-looking young lady. She’s several inches taller than Mandy, with brown shoulder length hair and a bit more of a figure – a bigger bottom and bigger chest.

About six months after Mandy and I first moved in together, Alicia began having some serious problems at home. The girls’ parents were divorced and they ended with their father, so Mandy had become the de facto mother in the family. When Mandy moved out it really seemed to upset the balance at the house. Alicia felt that she was now old enough to make her own decisions. Their father was fairly strict and let her know that she would follow his rules as long as she lived under his roof. She started missing classes at her high school and her grades began to suffer. I heard all of this from Mandy. Every few days she would give me an update on the situation. It seemed like half of the conversations that I had with my girlfriend revolved around her little sister.

Things came to a head in March of that year. Alicia was getting close to the end of the semester, but her grades had slipped so far that it was becoming a real possibility that she might be held back. Things between her and her father came to a breaking point. He threatened to kick her out if she didn’t straiten up and she threatened to run away if he kept being mean.

Mandy was waiting for me to get home from work one Friday. She was obviously unsure of herself as she approached me. "Um, I have to ask you something. It’s really important to me. Please don’t be mad. Promise?"

"I’ll try my hardest." I answered, not sure what was coming next.

She continued, "I want Alicia to move in with us for while. Just for a couple of months, until the end of the semester. She already has plans to spend the summer with our aunt in Chicago, and after that…"

"Mandy," I interrupted, "We just moved in. We’ve barely had any time alone together, away from both of our families, and everyone else. I don’t know."

She bit her lip. "Please. I talked to her about it and she’s really excited. She promised to be good. She just needs some time away. She’ll go to school if we let her stay here, and we’ll work out a list of rules, and it’ll only be for a little while. Please."

"If it’s that important to you. If you promise she won’t be a pain in the ass. Okay." I gave in.

Mandy was ecstatic. She kissed me and ran for the phone. That Sunday, two days later, Alicia moved into our place. She didn’t bring much with her, some clothes and a couple of ragged stuffed animals.

To my surprise, everything went well with the new living arrangement. Alicia slept in the living room of our one-bedroom apartment on a couch that folded out into a bed. She kept her promise to Mandy and began going to classes again and she even helped around the house occasionally. Alicia and I actually became friends, too. I would talk to her about my life and listen to her stories about how shitty it is to be so young and how great life is going to be in the future and all the rest of it. The three of us would go out shopping together, rent movies, and hang out. Mandy was so happy with the way things were turning out. She had her sister back, and her boyfriend was okay with it. She thanked me just about every day for helping Alicia out.

One thing that I learned about Alicia was that she really liked to sleep in. On weekends she would sleep all day if you let her. Sometimes, for fun, Mandy and I would get up on Saturday morning and run in and jump on Alicia’s bed, picking on her and annoying her until she woke up. Eventually, she would come out of her sleep-induced state of grumpiness and we would all go down to a café a few blocks over for breakfast.

One Saturday morning in late April, I woke to find Mandy hovering over me shaking me. "Let’s go get Alicia." She giggled, showing me that same evil smile she used to give me when we would have tickle fights and she would win.

"Sheesh, let me open my eyes for a second and focus." I grumbled.

Mandy wouldn’t have any more of me sleeping, she reached down and pinched me on the inner thigh.

"Fuck! Ow! Okay, okay, you win. I’m awake." I said for my own safety.

She dragged me out of the bed. I was wearing a T-shirt and my boxers as that’s what I always slept in. She led me into the living room where Alicia was sleeping very soundly, with the covers pulled all the way up over her head.

"Let’s get her!" Mandy ordered as she bolted for the bed. I followed her lead and soon enough we were both on the bed tickling her little sister through the blankets.

Alicia woke up slowly and reluctantly. "Leave me alone, please." She begged.

Mandy certainly wasn’t going to leave her alone. She kept at her, poking and pinching and prodding. Eventually the two got into some argument about sleep and how much of it you need. Laying on the edge of the bed I decided to intervene, "Okay you two, no fighting."

They kept at each other. Both of them had taken on the "sister" tone that I knew so well. They were both always right when it came to these kinds of arguments. They could go on forever.

"Enough," I said, starting to get annoyed. I grabbed Mandy and pulled her playfully away from Alicia. Then I steamrolled over her and landed right between the two of them. I glanced over and saw that Alicia looked angry, like a hurt little girl who wanted to win but didn’t.

"Okay, you two are going to remain separated until you can promise me you’ll get along." I said, faking a deep father voice.

"Okay daddy, we’ll be good." Mandy mocked.

Alicia unexpectedly laughed at Mandy’s joke and I laughed at how stupid the two of them had been. Everything seemed to be cool again.

As I lay there in the center of the bed I noticed that the mattress sagged quite a bit in some places.

"This bed bothers my back, how has it been for you Alicia?" I asked.

"It’s okay." She responded, "Anything is better than where I used to be. I’d rather sleep on a rock than go back there."

"This feels almost as comfortable as a rock, to me." I said, "It’s making my back ache."

"Poor baby," Mandy mocked again, "Roll over on your side and let Dr. Mandy look at it.

Never one to pass up a back rub, I quickly rolled over on my right side so that my back was accessible to Mandy. I was also looking right at Alicia. I smiled and she smiled back. I began to purr as Mandy moved her hand around my shoulders and neck.

"No fair," Alicia jealously chimed, "I’m the one who sleeps in this bed all night every night. If anyone deserves a back rub, it’s me."

"All right, all right," I said, "I’ll rub your back as long as your sister keeps rubbing mine."

Alicia rolled over onto her side, facing away from me. I pulled the covers down her back a little and began to rub her shoulders. She was wearing a black lace bra and the strap ran across her back just below her shoulder blades. She began cooing as I dug my thumbs into the muscles of her upper back. I used my hands to unknot her sore shoulders, being careful not to make marks on her soft skin.

A few minutes later, as I was still working on Alicia, I felt Mandy stop kneading my back.

"Hey!" I protested.

"You got your fair share," She answered. "I’m getting hungry, it’s almost 11am. I’m going to take a shower and then we can go out to get some breakfast." She climbed off the bed, walked back to our room, got her shower supplies, and headed for the bathroom.

"Well, shit." I said to Alicia.

"Come on, you just started on me. Give me a few more seconds, at least." She begged.

"Okay, okay." I replied, knowing we had at least 10 minutes to kill before Mandy would be out of the shower.

I went back to rubbing her shoulders and neck as she breathed in and out deeply.

"Now my lower back," she pleaded.

I pulled the blanket down further off her bare back. I put my hands on the middle of her back, just below the bra strap, and began to massage her.

"No, lower." She begged.

I moved my hands down lower, right to the edge of where the blankets stopped, to the small of her back. As I started in again on her muscles I heard the water turn on from the shower down the hall.

"That feels really good." Alicia offered, "Try it even a little bit lower down."

"Uh, that’s about as low as I can go." I said, slightly embarrassed. If I moved the covers any more I was afraid I might cause her to feel uncomfortable.

Alicia reached around behind her back and grabbed the covers with one hand. She pushed them far, about half way down her thigh. I was in shock. I looked down at the area of her body that had just been exposed. She wasn’t wearing anything from the waste down. I suddenly felt my hands begin to tremble.

"Okay, now go lower." She laughed.

"Um, okay." I said, nervously.

I moved my hands down a little more, to the very bottom of her back, almost the top of her butt, and began rubbing again. As I looked at my hands I couldn’t help noticing how nice her ass was. She had perfectly shaped golden cheeks with no tan lines at all. I tried to ignore what I was seeing, but I knew that my dick was starting to wake up. I decided the best thing to do was to get out of the situation as soon as I could. I stopped touching her back.

"Hey!" She said, "What are you doing?"

"Your time’s up." I said, scared and ready to run for my room.

She didn’t respond. Suddenly I felt her hand on me. She’d reached down between her own legs and put her palm on the front of my shorts.

"It’s your turn now," She said seductively, "and it feels like you’re more than ready."

She was referring to the rock hard erection that had developed in my pants as a result of laying a few inches away from my girlfriend’s nearly naked teen sister. I tried to hard to resist.

"Stop, Alicia." I attempted to sound forceful.

Alicia was done talking. She grabbed the waist of my boxers and pulled them down and out of her way. She squeezed my dick a few times and then pulled on it, at the same time sliding her body toward mine. In a split second, without me moving a muscle, my hard member was between her legs. I felt warmth from her crotch and her soft hair rubbing against the tip of my dick. She pushed further back against me and moaned. The end of my organ was already inside of her. I grunted, not sure what to do. I felt pleasure pulsing through my body.

She began to rock back and forth, moving the tip of my dick slowly in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled down her bra, and grabbed a hold of her firm c-cup tits. I thrust my hips forward, finally burying my shaft deep inside of her. Alicia moaned louder. I pulled back and then thrust hard again. She was so tight I could feel every inch of myself sliding in and out of her. She was breathing heavy as we moved back and forth against each other.

I wanted more. I wanted to be deeper inside of this young girl, but the position wasn’t right. I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me. Then I rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her ass up in the air. She understood and folded her knees under herself. I now had her in doggy style position. Her firm round ass was sticking straight up, waiting for me. She reached her hand around and grabbed my dick again. She put the tip of it right against her opening. I rammed it in as hard and fast and far as I could. She made a loud noise, I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her flat stomach and rested my entire weight on her back as I began to fuck her. I fucked as hard as I could, pulling all the way out and then slamming forward, burying myself down inside of her all the way to the base of my thick shaft. I hammered violently away at her, knowing that I didn’t have much time before my girlfriend would be out of the shower. I had never fucked someone so hard and so fast in my entire life; it was like we were animals breeding, not people. I wasn’t sure if I was hurting her she liked it, but she'd wanted me and I was giving her everything I had.

Suddenly I was coming. My eyes rolled back in my head as I shot a huge load of come deep inside of Alicia, pushing myself as far as I could into her hole.

I opened my eyes. I’d pushed so hard during my orgasm that I knocked her flat down on the bed and I was laying on top of her with all my weight. I stayed there for a few seconds, feeling her soft young skin against mine, listening to her heavy breathing, and taking in the smell of her hair.

Alicia broke the silence, "You’d better go to your room and get cleaned up, silly. Mandy will want us to be ready for breakfast soon."

"Yeah, um, okay." I stammered as I pulled out of her and climbed off the top of her.

"Thanks." She whispered.

As I stumbled back toward my room I heard the water from the shower shut off.

Breakfast In Bed



Puppy pulled her small figure from under her sleeping Master's heavy arm, careful not to wake him. She yawned and took a moment to admire his body in the morning sunlight that escaped the drawn shade-- the smooth and muscular curves of his back, and the boyishly curly hair framing his face-- before forcing herself to sit up and begin her day. The arm that he had slung over her in his sleep had collapsed without her body's support, and with loving care adjusted it into a more comfortable position, so he wouldn't wake up with a cramped tendon in his wrist. Master preferred his Puppy to sleep naked, allowing him to satiate himself in her any time he awoke with the desire. Despite the pillow lines pressing into her breasts this morning, she was happy with her body in both form and function, and stretched it luxuriously. Her skin was still tan and smooth from the summer, and against the white sheets she glowed. 

Her bare feet made sticky noises on the tile floor as she made her way into their apartment's small kitchen. She checked the microwave clock, just to make sure she had awoken on time. Yup, 5:30 am. Though she wasn't by any means a natural morning person, Master had trained her to wake up just in time to make him some breakfast before she nudged him awake herself. 

The cereal bowls were tucked into the highest corner of the cupboard, so Puppy had to balance on her tip toes to pull one out. Next came the Frosted Flakes, which she poured into the bowl in a heaping helping. Master was an active man and needed a hearty breakfast to prepare himself for his stressful work days, and Puppy was happy to oblige him. Puppy took her bare breast in her hand and squeezed it, sending a squirt of milk directly into Master's cereal.

It had taken courage for Puppy to admit to her Master that the idea of being milked like a bitch made her wet, but to her surprise and delight it was a fantasy that he shared. He bought her a breast pump, and waited patiently for the milk to come. He would torture her by affixing it to her nipple and letting it suckle her while he fucked her slowly, to avoid dislodging the pump. That was their nightly ritual for weeks, and it left her nipples so sore and tender that even the sheets on their bed rubbed them unpleasantly. Eventually, her breasts became heavier and larger and the pump finally coaxed out milk. Master loved to suck her nipples dry, or was sometimes in the mood to just watch as she sucked on them herself. Then he had the idea to add to her morning routine: in addition to making him breakfast and helping him get ready for work, she would be making him cereal with her own breast milk from now on.

It didn't bother Master that the milk streaming out of her nipple was as warm as her body, or that by the time she was done milking herself some of the cereal was soggy. She added a spoon and brought it to him where he was sleeping, gently shaking him awake and placing the bowl in his hands.

"Thank you, Puppy," were his first words that day. He sat up on the edge of the bed and spooned the cereal into his mouth. Puppy kneeled between his legs with her head resting on his thigh, basking in his happiness. Just like every morning, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her collar where she had left it before bed. It was a sturdy play collar made for large dogs, and had a D-ring as its only decoration. She lifted her long hair out of the way so he could buckle it around her neck. He rubbed her head absently once or twice, knowing the effect that head-rubbing had on his Puppy. Her eyes fluttered shut and her entire body relaxed, and in response she planted affectionate licks on his thigh. This sent blood rushing to his cock, which became a bulge in his boxers. Master ordered, as he did most mornings, "Wake up my thick cock, Puppy."

Puppy drew his cock from his boxers and licked it hard and wet, gliding her tongue around his shaft, before she took his entire cock down her throat. He hummed softly in approval as she continued to bob up and down, taking all of him on every thrust. Master had patiently trained her to deep-throat him, and he was pleased with the results. He finished his cereal with a slurp and set the empty bowl down on the bed, and grabbed her by the hair to throat-fuck her exactly how he liked.

"You make me so happy, Puppy," he cooed. "You love pleasing your Master, don't you? You do a very good job, Puppy, the way you take my cock while you're kneeling at my feet. I'm so glad that you make my cereal just the way I like it, with milk from your own tits. Never forget that that's my collar on you, bitch." Puppy would have answered with a breathless "yes" to all of his questions if her mouth hadn't been full of cock. Her pussy was beginning to drip onto her crossed ankles.

She expected him to shoot his load down her throat as usual, but this morning was different. He popped her mouth off his cock and said, "Turn around, Puppy. All fours."

She turned and bent over, offering him her pussy or her luscious ass for him to use. He dropped to his knees on the ground behind her, and with a tell-tale click, fastened her leash to her collar. He doubled up the leash in his fist, making sure that he could control her with the slightest of movements. Puppy waited in suspense while he fondled one of her heavy breasts. He pulled her leash sharply as he thrust her cock into her tight pussy. She couldn't help but growl and moan as his cock filled her perfectly: she loved her Master, and she loved his cock.

"I'm coming, Puppy," he said through his clenched teeth. "I'm gonna... I'm coming..." His moans dissipated into breathless gasps as he filled her pussy with his pearly cum. He lay slumped over her body for a couple seconds before coming back to reality, and remembering their tight morning schedule. "Stand up," he said.

Puppy just wanted to curl up into a spent ball and go back to sleep, but she obeyed his orders and stood demurely before him, hands crossed behind her back. He pulled her forward by the leash, and her movement sent his jizz oozing down her thighs. His thick fingers squeezed a nipple, and milk dribbled down her front as well. 

"You don't get cleaned up until after I do," he said. She squirmed-- the feeling of bodily fluids dripping down her bare skin was unfamiliar and unpleasant. His cum was making its way down towards her knees, and she was worried that before he was out of the shower, there would be a puddle on the floor. "Eggs and orange juice, Puppy. Now."



Breakfast in Bed



She awakes to the gentle music of John Legend playing on the digital alarm clock. 

"Good morning, good morning, love" croons the African American singer from the small electronic device.

She rolls over to cuddle him but her hand touches only soft pillow. She stretches in bed and thinks to herself that since she can't hear him in the bathroom he must be downstairs. She makes a move to get up but just then he pushes the bedroom door open with his butt and comes in holding a tray.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," he says as he places the tray on the bed and bends over to kiss her before sitting down beside her on the edge of the bed. 

She sits up smiling like a woman who has everything she ever wanted.

"Thanks Hun, you're so sweet," she kisses him back.

On the tray there is a bowl of diced pineapple, apple and sliced banana and cherries. There's also a bowl of fresh yoghurt, a small jar of honey and a plate of pancakes.

"Sleep well?"

"Like a baby, last night was fantastic," she tells him as she pops a cherry into her mouth.

"Yeah," he watches her pop a pineapple dice into her mouth and lick her finger.

He licks his lips and bites his lower lip as he watches her.

She knows the look, he had it last night before their torrid lovemaking session, he has it every time he has a dirty thought. Without saying a word he reaches over and pulls down the covers from her, revealing her huge, soft breasts. She feels a familiar tingle in her private parts and her breath starts to come in shorter puffs as she anticipates what's going to happen.

He licks his lips again and picks up a piece of pineapple. With the back of his left hand he brushes her nipples ever so lightly causing them to harden. Then he rubs the cube of pineapple around one nipple then the other. 

She closes her eyes and savours the sensation of the cold piece of fruit on her pointy nipples.

After rubbing the fruit on both nipples he rubs it on her lips before gently pushing it into her mouth. As she chews on the fruit and licks the sweetness off her lips he shifts his attention back to her nipples bringing his mouth down on them one after the other; completely licking the sweetness of the pineapple off them. He suckles and nibbles at them for a while. 

She moans and grabs his head urging him on, her chest heaving with pleasure.

When he finally pulls away from her bosom and sits up she sees his manhood slowly rising to the occasion. She moves the tray to her side and urges him down unto his back on the bed. Then she turns back to the tray and pours a little honey into the fresh yoghurt before spooning it out. Holding his dick up with one hand, she carefully pours the yoghurt and honey unto the head of his rod with her other hand. 

He hardens in her hands with every slow lick and suck as she devours the yoghurt and honey off his penis. She pours another spoonful on his dick and this time also on his abdomen all the way to his belly button. She slowly licks it off his belly and focuses her tongue on his dick again. As she blows him and he moans and holds her head in his huge hands, she rubs her clitoris with her free hand making herself wet and causing her to moan along with him.

He can barely take the wonderful feelings coursing through his nerves as her skilful tongue teases him.

When she decides she's wet enough she moves up his body and deep kisses him on the mouth before guiding his now rock solid erection into her wet, throbbing pussy. They both gasp and hiss as he slips inside her and starts to move slowly up and down his belly making his dick go in and out of her.

She carefully sits up with is dick still in her pussy and looks down at him as he reaches for her breasts and kneads them in rhythm to her rocking. She picks up the pace, arches her back and throws her head back in ecstasy. They're both breathing hard, and moaning and rocking in time with each other. 

She lifts up her knees and puts her feet on his chest so he has a clear view of their union and rocks faster, moans louder.

"Awww, I'm coming, I'm coming," he whispers frantically. She gets off him and bends down to take him in her mouth. Holding the base of his erection with one hand and kneading his balls with the other she encases him in her mouth as he comes. Feeling the first squirt of cum she sucks on his dick and feels him release the rest of his load into her mouth. 

He is overcome by the amazing experience and grunts as he lies on his back shaking from the orgasm. 

She picks up the bowl of fruit and pops another one into her mouth before offering him one. She places the bowl on his chest and lies alongside him. 

"That was incredible," he says to her as he feeds her a diced apple.

"A little thank you for last night and for breakfast in bed," she says and kisses him.



Breakfast in Bed



Rich clenched his eyelids shut. He could feel the day's warmth beginning to heat him, fingers of sunlight stretched through the blinds over the window prodding him to face the day. His body reminded him of how much he'd had to drink last night. It wasn't a full blown hangover -- he was light-headed with a tiny throb to remind him to rehydrate. There was a fuzzy feel to his mouth.

Rich stretched out to the space his wife normally occupied. Empty. It didn't matter that it was Saturday morning, somehow Marie always rose early. Sleeping in was 6:00am. Rich groaned and turned to look at the clock on the night stand. It was already after nine. The smell of coffee and bacon hung in the air. Marie was already at work on breakfast. 

"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get up today at all," Marie said lightly as she walked in with a breakfast plate and a full cup of coffee. 

Rich took the plate piled high with bacon, eggs and a biscuit. Greasy, full of carbs, perfect hangover medicine he thought. He took a sip from his soup bowl sized cup, sucking the cream and sugar infused liquid into his mouth. As it swirled around his teeth the fuzzy feeling started to leave. Marie swished out of their bedroom and returned moments later with her own coffee. Rich scooped a forkful of egg into his mouth and watched as the yolk puddled on his plate.

"Did you have a good time out with the guys?" Marie asked. 

"Yeah," the answer came from around another mouthful of egg, "too many games of bad pool."

Marie flipped on the TV. Saturday news shows, talking heads. She plopped down on the bed next to him to watch him finish his breakfast. Rich soaked up the remaining egg with his biscuit and Marie took his now empty plate. He watched her walk out of the room, her curves making her short night gown swish back and forth. If he turned his head just right he could just see her panties briefly flash from under her clothes. Rich felt a twinge of desire coupled with a touch of guilt from his night out.

Marie sat next to him on their bed, her fingers grazed his bare leg. Rich felt a tingle run up his thigh. Marie grabbed his empty plate and coffee cup and disappeared into the kitchen returning a few moments later with a newly topped off cup of coffee. Rich sipped a bit more of the hot liquid, then set his cup on the night stand. He leaned back against his pillows and Marie leaned back with him. Rich felt a quickening in his chest as she leaned into him. He turned to look at her and she turned her head to line up their lips, she opened her mouth to him as their mouths came together. Rich inhaled her scent, the soft remnants of sweet shampoo, faded perfume and lotion. Their tongues tangled and smashed together, soft and firm at the same time. Rich sucked her tongue into his mouth as he caressed it with his own, slipping as deeply into her mouth as was physically possible. He was reminded of how good of a kisser Marie was. His breathe seemed to be sucked from his lungs as the tingling he previously had felt in the light brush of fingers across his leg expanded into his belly. Rich felt the flush of blood beginning to warm his crotch as his cock began to awaken. As he inhaled more deeply, he could smell the familiar aroma that told him Marie was becoming turned on by the kissing as well. 

Rich undid the first few buttons of Marie's nightgown and fully cupped her well sized breast in his hand. He could feel her nipple rise to touch his palm as he rubbed her. Rich lessened his full grip as his fingers moved to encircled just the nipple. He pinched the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and sucked Marie's tongue more deeply into his mouth. Marie moaned lightly into his open mouth and Rich broke their minutes long kiss to bring her longing nipple to his mouth. He opened his mouth wide to suck her breast into his mouth as he held the base of her beautiful size D chest. Rich sucked deeply and the first few inches of Marie's breast filled his mouth. Keeping the suction, Rich flicked the nipple with his tongue. Slowly he let the pressure subside so that her breast began to slide out of his mouth until on the nipple remained. Rich bit down trapping the nipple in between his teeth while he poked at the tip with his tongue. Marie sighed again, then began to slide her hand between his thighs. Rich turned slightly giving her access to his hardened cock. She stroked him through his boxers, teasing his balls. 

Rich felt ready to explode -- he wanted his cock buried in Marie's pussy. His hands finished undoing her night gown exposing her white panties with tiny red hearts. His hand slid up her side to her hip where he quickly slid it under the elastic band. Marie's hand mirrored his own on his hip, sliding into his boxers and willing them to move down. Marie moved her leg to rest on his while she slowly palmed Rich's balls. Her panties lay somewhere off the end of the bed now. They began kissing again, Rich cupped the curve of her ass lightly caressing the split between her cheeks. Marie raised her leg higher allowing Rich to feel the light fuzz of her pubic hair as it curled from the curve of her butt cheek. He reached further and touched her swollen lips. Stretching further he sunk his pinky into her, resistant at first but the moisture allowed his finger to slide into her. He added another finger and then a third before removing them and, reaching his arm around further than it felt like it could go, he found her clit, swollen and wet. Marie shuddered slightly at the touch. She pulled on his cock, stroking devilishly slowly. 

Rich pulled his hand back from Marie's wet and swollen snatch, his fingers brushed her tiny anus and he felt it contract away from his fingers. "Nothing like a challenge," he thought, placing his middle finger directly on the round muscle protecting her anus. Marie removed her hand from his cock to pull him closer to her. The head of his throbbing cock felt her push against him. Rich felt each mini throb of his cock spread her lips. God he needed a fuck. He needed it so badly he could taste in the back of his throat. Rich pulled her closer and his rod found its loving, wet and warm home. Marie gasped and pulled him closer as she was penetrated by his manhood, Rich's finger violated her anus. He could feel each thrust of his cock through the thin membrane separating her swollen wet pussy from her tight ass. After eight or ten or fifteen minutes -- it felt like a lifetime -- Rich felt his cock start to twitch inside its soaking wet home. Marie could feel his climax approaching as well, "fill me up Rich. Fill me with your cum," she breathed into his ear. Rich felt his ass begin to clench, a tiny quiver running the length of his swollen rod as he pushed deeper and deeper into Marie. He felt the spasm of cum spurting inside his love as she slowly rocked against him. 

"I'm not done," Marie told him as she rolled away from his rapidly deflating manhood. Rich watched as she dipped her fingers into her willing pussy and spread her legs wide for him to see. His cum covered her fingers as she withdrew them, spreading the swollen lips. Marie's fingers spread Rich's cum over her clit making it even wetter than while he was fucking her. With her free hand she grabbed her vulva and pulled it aside opening her pussy wide. Her pussy was dark pink with the blood rushing to her lips, her clit like a tiny throbbing cock rising to reach each stroke of her jizz soaked fingers. Rich watched as Marie rubbed her aching clit faster and faster. His spent cock began to rise and stiffen as she caressed her steaming, sticky pussy. Rich's hand slowly rubbed the head of his cock, massaging their combined juices into his now erect member. He cupped his balls gently, watching Marie's furious fingers over her pussy, plunging her two middle fingers into her cream filled cunt. Rich felt like he was going to blow his wad across Marie's milky white stomach and tits. 

Rich's cock strained in his hand, demanding release. Marie's legs were raised, her thighs spread apart show her exposed love tunnel. Her rubbing and thrusting squeezed his cum until a trickle ran slowly down the crack of her ass over her anus. Rich reached down to catch the runaway cum with his finger, pausing at the tiny entrance to her tight sphincter muscle. He pushed his finger past the circular muscle as she gasped slightly. His cock throbbed and grew harder, the head reaching towards her pretty little tight asshole. Rich ached to be inside her, nudging the head of his cock against the cheeks of Marie's ass where they formed a soft, rounded "V" below where his finger still worked itself into her hesitant asshole. He withdrew the finger placing his love rod against the tight opening. Marie's fingers continued to work her slit from her wet snatch to her straining clit, her ass raising slightly from the sweat dampened sheets as she inserted her fingers into herself and then lowering again as she rubbed up towards her stomach. Her nipples were hardened, her eyes rolled back as she leaned her head back. Rich could see she had a death grip on one tit, the nipple grasped tightly in her fingers. 

With each stroke of her pussy her anus pushed against the head of Rich's cock. Anal sex wasn't Marie's favorite, but she wasn't moving away and it almost seemed to Rich like she was stroking down harder on his rock hard cock than even the finger fucking she was giving herself would account for. He held himself as motionless as he could as her strokes pushed him slowly into her. Rich could still see the ridge of his head almost disappear into her. Marie bounced against him, her pussy running over with her juices, her fingers pressing into clit as she began to focus on the swollen button. She gasped as his cock fully entered her resistant hole. With each throb of Rich's cock Marie's ass grabbed back at him. With each frantic stroke of her wet sticky fingers across her clit her ass squeezed Rich's cock. He felt her ass tighten around him as Marie let out of muffled moan and completely let herself go like a rubber band finally brought to its breaking point. Marie writhed under him, her once hesitant asshole sucking and grabbing hungrily at his cock. Her tiny tight hole grabbed and spasmed as her orgasm overtook her body like a wave. Rich's felt his balls tighten against him. He could feel his own orgasm building as the tingle built within him. He pushed his body against hers, burying his cock deep in her forbidden hole. He felt his cock twitch and bounce inside her as his cum shot deep into her guts. "God, I love fucking your tight ass!" Rich exclaimed, breaking the conversation of grunts and moans, "and I love you."

Marie kissed him softly and wrapped the sheet over him. "I know," she said as he melted into her arms, his cock softening and falling away from her. Rich started to drift off to sleep, a smile creeping across his face as he felt Marie reach between his legs, teasing his soaked and tired member.



Breakfast in Bed



Bing

A facebook message.  I rolled over towards my laptop to see who it was. 

"Ethan Noles has sent you a message."

Hmm, interesting.  I had sort of fallen off the face of the earth and rarely got on facebook anymore. I was having a terrible morning and was super stressed out from all the work I had done lately. Let's just say that waking up on the wrong side of the bed started to feel right. I spent all morning laying in bed with the laptop doing work from home errands online and of course had a tab open for social media. I had commented on a few things earlier and last night but I hadn't said anything to Ethan.  In fact I hardly ever say anything to him – I barely knew him. My eyes scanned down to see his message. 

"Ethan Noles: so you like hanging out naked huh?? =P haha" 

Oh god. I had commented on a close friend's status insinuating that I preferred to stay in the nude after a shower, and adding jokingly that I wouldn't mind guests.  I always had people around in my apartment – it was a small college and a small community. Once I had become close to certain friends it wasn't uncommon for me to hop in the shower with guests still there – I would, of course get dressed if they were there though!  

I had only talked to Ethan a few times and we had mutual friends. I remembered a few weeks ago I invited him over to pick up something that I was selling to raise money for a trip with the school. We made the arrangement on facebook and after going out of my way to meet other people to get the money I got lazy and wanted to see if I could just ask him to come over and pick it up. 

It was a short exchange and strangely enough, it ended with an awkward hug. He seemed like a nice guy and I was under the impression he liked my friend we through.  I decided to answer and try to bring our conversation to a G rated level. 

Me: haha been facebook creeping much? 

Ethan Noles: Nope. Just something interesting caught my eye =P 

Me: I'm sure it did, creeper! 

Ethan Noles: How come you weren't naked when I came to pick up those boxes? Lol.  Don't be shy! 

Me: lol wow.  You have a dirty mind!  Why would I be naked?!  You wish! 

Ethan Noles: hahah well you just got out of the shower, figured you would be out of habit, right?  ;-D 

Me: I just got out of the shower??

Ethan Noles: yeah you were in a big tshirt and your hair was still wet. i should've known that's why you wanted me to go over there ;-)

Me: you remember that??   Lol and no.  again, you wish!  

Ethan Noles: so what are you doing now? I bet you're not dressed huh 

I wasn't.  I slept naked last night and I was still in bed.  Put on a robe to get some water when I first woke up but that didn't follow me back under the covers.  I was kind of curious to see where this conversation was going and well...I don't deny I woke up a little bit damp between my legs too. I was definitely in the mood.  

Me: hahah...no. But I'm still in bed. 

Ethan Noles: So my best chance is to come over right away, right?!  =D 

Me: lol. Who says I'll open the door?!  

Ethan Noles: You will.  I can bring you some breakfast in bed. 

Me: hmmm....free breakfast! 

Ethan Noles: I'll be right over then =D

Ethan Noles is no longer available



I wasn't sure what to do then. I know I let it go on but now it seemed he was pretty serious about coming over.  And he knew where my apartment was.  I decided he was probably just bluffing but I still wasn't sure. I watched a little tv that had been on and slowly dozed back to sleep for a bit until I heard a knock on the door that startled me.  

It was him.  I froze. I wasn't sure what to do now that I knew he was outside.  I was a little excited – well, mainly I was just straight up horny. But I knew I should behave better and put a stop to whatever was about to happen. I grabbed a loose robe and covered myself up to open the door.  

He seemed a little uneasy when I first opened the door suddenly and he walked in towards me. 

"Breakfast!"

"ohh...you were serious!"

"so were you..." He looked at me and realized I was only wearing the robe. "the breakfast is for eating in bed though...."

All notions of trying to stop this left my head at this point as I took the bag and went back into my room. He followed closely behind me and even closed the door. 

I sat on the bed and opened the bag. 

"Breakfast tacos. Well, thanks, mr. thoughtful"

"You're welcome. Figured you probably wanted to stay comfortable. You sleep naked all the time huh?"

"Not all the time..." That was a lie. 

He sat on the foot of my bed while I ate the breakfast taco. 

"Don't you want to get comfortable again? Don't mind me, I don't mind! Haha" He laughed a little.  I could tell he was going for it now. It seems weird but things are always awkward until the point where it's just....not anymore with sex related situations.  At this point it wasn't awkward anymore. We were already sitting on the same bed.  Talked about me being naked. And I was eating a breakfast taco if that has anything to do with it. 

"Hah well..... hold my taco then." I handed it to him. 

"Sure." He watched me move on the bed. I could see a bulge forming in his pants already. 

I got under the blanket first and then removed my robe and reached for my taco again.  

"Oh so that's how it is huh...." He laughed.  "Well, I'm cold too, you should at least share your blanket!" He took off his shoes and got in under the blanket.  I was surprised at how fast he got around the bed and under the blanket. It was tucked to cover my boobs under my underarms firmly.  I felt really taboo letting him so close to me while I didn't have any clothes on – even though he couldn't see right then.  I finished my last bite and put the wrapper in the bag on the floor. 

"So what about my breakfast then??" He looked at me. 

"OH so now I gotta make you something??" I asked him. Thinking he wanted me to cook for him naked like in some man's fantasy.  

"No, you don't have to do anything, actually..." He tugged at the blanket under my arm and exposed my breasts. My nipples were rock hard and I blushed a little bit. I tried to breathe slowly.  I noticed then that I was soaking wet down there too since I thought about it again.  He cupped one of them in his hand and felt all around it. "God they look good..." He leaned over and took one of my nipples into his mouth and started licking it.  

I could feel his tongue feeling all around my nipple and breast licking and suckling all over it. He started getting more and more rough as he went on. His hands were squeezing and massaging both of them and keeping my nipples hard while he sucked on each of them back and forth.  I took in a slow breath and bit my lip a little when I felt his teeth on my nipple.  His hands started wandering lower, lightly touching my stomach and reaching down closer to my pussy.  I was a little embarrassed for him to find out how wet I really was and know that I was horny and wanted it. But at that point I think he already knew.  

I felt his hand slowly creep down past my belly button and a finger slip straight into my slit.  

"You're wet....you wanted me to come over huh..I can come over anytime you want baby." 

He continued tugging on my nipples with his teeth and tongue while I felt his fingers slip all around my pussy lips and slowly spread them open. He dipped one in a little bit and I let out a small gasp and shuddered.  My legs instinctively twitched and closed in a little but his hand easily spread them back out.  I felt him slip one finger in and slide it in and out a little. 

I could barely feel the finger go in and out but it was slowly making me relaxed down there and my legs feel less tensed up.  He stopped sucking hard on my nipples and started digging in his pockets for something. Before I could even wonder his hand came up with a pair of connected nipple clamps!  I had looked at some a long time ago and so I recognized them - they looked just like some simpler tweezers but with some small rubber ends. He put them on my nipples and they instantly ached. I was too surprised to really react fast enough to stop him from putting the other one on too. 

"Don't worry I'll take these off when I'm done." He went down and got between my legs.  Somehow he had his shirt off in less than a second and he was only in his underwear now with a huge bulge sticking out to the side. His hands and fingers felt around my pussy, touching and slipping all over my wet lips.  I felt him push a second finger in which changed the entire feel of things down there. It was much tighter now and he had to work up to some movement again. He slid them in and out while he watched intently. 

I felt his breath over me down there and finally a lick on my inner thigh which made me shudder. He licked around my pussy until finally his tongue slid right from my clit to my soaking wet pussy hole. I arched up a little bit I couldn't help myself and I had given up trying to play coy – I was horny and I wanted it. 

He slid his tongue right into my hole and licked all around the inside of me. It felt good to be tongue fucked while his fingers found my clit. It felt like he was eating up everything inside of me the way his tongue pressed in on every bit of surface area in my pussy. My breathing became shallow and I finally came and bucked underneath his hands holding me apart. I felt some cum ooze out of my pussy and he lapped it up with his tongue in my hole and his hand spreading me wide open.  I felt something cold all the sudden at the entrance and jerked in surprise.  

"What is that???" I managed to barely get the words out after being out of breathe. 

"Don't worry. It's a ben wa ball, it'll feel good." I barely felt it go in since my pussy was so relaxed and still pulsing from cumming.  I didn't know why he was putting it in me but I was too exhausted to care right then.  He came up after that and removed the nipple clamps which left my nipples aching.  

"You're cute you know." He looked at me. "I loved watching your reaction on your face while I was eating you.  You need to relax more though..." 

I didn't say anything and just looked at him.  "How often do you masturbate??" 

"uhh.... A lot?" I was surprise by the question but decided to be honest at this point. I felt my cheeks warm up a little. 

"You're a virgin huh?" He looked me square in the eye. I knew I couldn't lie and all the sudden I was glad he stopped where he did before I got carried away. 

"Yeah..." 

"Yeah you're so tight down there.  I could barely move two fingers in.  Well good thing I came over this morning to claim you!" 

"Claim me??" I kind of laughed half heartedly, not sure of what he meant.  

"Well I'm going to be the first cock you'll have. And the last.  I've already licked inside your cunt and tasted you. And seen you naked. You're mine now."

Somehow in my mind all of that sort of made sense but I wasn't sure why at all. Nor did I really try to think of a reason.  

"So just leave that ball in there, your pussy is so tight you won't really have to try but you'll feel it when you move around..." He got out of the bed and started to put his shoes on.  "I'll come back for dinner later, yeah? Don't shower." 

He sort of awkwardly leaned over the top of my head and planted a small kiss before he left.  

My mind was all over the place wondering what was going to happen later and even more what he meant about claiming me.  Obviously he made it clear he was going to fuck me. I wasn't sure if I wanted that now that I had some tension relieved I could start to think a little more clearly. Slowly, I just drifted off into a nap though, completely relaxed.  



Breakfast in Bed



{This is my first attempt at erotic writing. I wrote something I am familiar with. This story is 98% true with only a few embellishments to round out the story.}

The early morning sunlight starts my day by creeping in the bedroom windows. As I awake I become aware of the faint cheerful sounds of birds outside in the trees. My body is alive with a tingling sensation and I can feel a familiar throbbing in my groin. I must have had one of those dreams as my cock is fully erect and very hard. I love the feeling of that twitching throbbing sensation coming from my very aroused cock.

I reach under the covers and strip off the t-shirt and boxers that I slept in. Then I roll over and snuggle up to my wife. I gently stroke her arm and her side. As she awakes, I kiss her gently. Her eyes opens, she looks at me and smiles. She is aware of my intent this morning. Raising her head and shoulders off the bed, she removes the oversized t-shirt that she slept in. She wore nothing else to bed.

Under the covers she reaches for, and finds, my engorged, rock hard cock. She gently fondles my hard member causing it to twitch and tingle with greater anticipation. God, I love that feeling coming from my loins and my wife knows just how to maximize the sensations.

We are laying on our sides facing each other. She is on her right side and I am facing her lying on my left side. As she continues her gentle play with my cock with her left hand, I reach around her and slowly stroke her back with my large warm hand starting at her shoulder and continuing down her backside until I reach the roundness of her ass. We continue to kiss lightly on the lips as I stroke her back and she fondles my cock.

After several moments of stroking her back, I reach lower on her backside and begin fondling the cheeks of her ass. {I have learned that she loves for me to play with her ass.} As my fingers kneed her flesh, I sense that both our pulses have quicken. Our bodies are getting warmer and our kisses are become more passionate. Soon our tongues are playing with each other and we are licking lips. Our breathing has become quicker. Our lips are pressed together and our tongues are wrestling inside her mouth, then inside mine.

Her hand is now firmly wrapped around my cock and is now stroking it to ensure that maximum erection is maintained. This action, while very pleasurable, is probably not necessary as I will stay very hard anyway. But I am not going to tell her that. As she continues her attentions to my cock, I continue my play with her ass. She lifts her left knee, spreading her legs so that I can have better access to those tender sensitive spots she desires that I give my attention. With my arm wrapped around her ass, I can fondle both her anus and pussy with my finger tips. She moans to express her approval of my touch. Our kissing continues.

She rolls onto her back and splays her legs a bit more for me. I am still laying on my left side, using my left arm and elbow to support my body and to raise my head up off the pillow. My right hand fingers gently stroke her mons-pubis and then move upward toward and around her breasts. So much succulent flesh that needs attention. This may take some time, but I am not rushing. These are moments to savor, to give pleasure, to enjoy.

It is time to enlist more of my resources. As my right hand begins a slow decent down her body, with my finger tips lightly touching her skin, I move my mouth over to her right breast (closest to me) and I begin to gently lick the warm soft flesh, working from the outside edges toward her nipple.

My right hand is now approaching the juncture of her legs. I lightly stoke her mons, then drag my fingertips over her labia, and then down the sensitive flesh of the inside of her leg. Her leg twitches, ever so lightly, in response to my touch. I slowly run my fingers just a few inches down the inside of one leg, then up that leg and over and down the inside of the other leg. She is still fondling my cock and my tongue is still licking her right nipple. She takes small gasps of air as her body responds to this dual attack on her sensitive parts. She spreads her legs a bit more for me. Inviting me to her pleasure zone.

For me to properly give attention to her left breast, I need to rise up higher so that I can reach over her. I turn my body and lift myself to a kneeling position with my knees next to her right hip. I hold my body up with my left hand, maintaining the soft stoking action of my right hand in her crotch, and I can now easily reach her left (far side) breast with my tongue and lips. Her hand never leaves my cock.

My mouth begins paying attention to her left breast, starting with soft licks around the outer edges and working toward her nipple in the center of her breast. I suckle the nipple between my lips and roll it with my tongue. The nipple begins to harden.

I begin two different motions at the same time. First I move my mouth from her nipple to her mouth and I give her a deep French kiss -- my tongue teasing her tongue inside her mouth. This activity stimulates her desires for something warm (and probably very hard) in her mouth. At the same time, the index finger of my right hand begins a wiggling and pressing action between her labia, searching for signs of wetness at the opening of her love canal.

My mouth moves back and forth between kissing her mouth with full tongue action, and licking her breasts and sucking her nipples. Her nipples are hard and erect. Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. As my right hand continues to explore the folds of her labia I can detect her wetness.

Following our usual foreplay tendencies, about this point one of us will say something to the effect of "Would you like breakfast in bed?" or if late at night "Want a midnight snack?" To which the other responds "I have a something for you." Today she starts the discussion with "Are you ready for breakfast?" And I know she is not talking about anything from the kitchen. As she lays on her back with legs splayed, and I kneel next to her, it is easy for me to rotate my position toward a head-to-foot orientation (or more of a mouth to groin position), then I raise my left leg over her shoulder, and then I lower myself into a 69 position -- me on top. I know she prefers the bottom position.

She guides the tip of my cock toward her mouth while I lower my mouth toward her lovely lower lips. Her lips touch the head of my cock. She drags her lips over the ridge of my cockhead. Her tongue teases the opening at the end of my cock. I moan from the sensations that radiate from my cock.

I try to focus my attentions on the loveliness directly in front of my mouth. I open my mouth and extend the tip of my tongue. I drag it teasingly over her labia. They respond and part to the touch of my tongue. With each swipe of my tongue, the lips spread a bit further. Her lubricant is beginning to seep onto her lips. I can taste her and her aroma fills my nostrils. Ah, the sweet smell of her sex. It is wonderful. My cock twitches as I taste her fluids and smell the aroma. If possible my cock becomes even harder.

Next I fully extend my tongue and take a long lick from her anus, up the bottom of her slit and then on up to her clit. I can taste her girl juice on my tongue. It is light in taste and texture but very slippery. Yum! My tongue work becomes more active. I am taking long, slow licks at her opening -- pushing my tongue into her recesses, deeper and deeper with each swipe. Her girly parts are reacting to the attention. Her lips swell and spread. Her love canal is opening up to me. Fluids are flowing everywhere and my mouth and face are becoming wet. My tongue work increases in speed. This is one part of our "meals in bed" I really enjoy. I am able to pull her fluids into my mouth, swish them around with my tongue, taste her sweetness, and swallow her. My head is buzzing with excitement, arousal, and anticipation.

Down at the other end, she is likewise stepping up her ministrations on my cock. Her lips and tongue are working their magic all over my cock. She reaches up with a hand and begins to lightly cup my balls and stroke my perineum. Arrrgghh. The sensations are overwhelming and I feel certain that I am about to blow my load of cum right then into her mouth. The feelings are soooo wonderful. Somehow I manage to contain the cumming climax.

I am losing my focus of my oral play on her pussy. It is time to change the activities.

I push myself up and off of her. She protests, but ever so slightly as I pull my cock out of her mouth. She knows what is cumming next and she is not actually disappointed at all. I swing my body around, move down the bed and position myself between her widely spread legs for a more direct oral assault on her pussy. Before I start, I grab two bed pillows. She raises her hips off the bed and I shove the pillows under her ass. This raises her lower body up and provides me much better access for my oral activities and later for the fucking she will be receiving.

Quickly I return my mouth to her pussy. She is awash in wetness which I gobble up with my tongue. From this position, I am able to shove my tongue far deeper into her. She likes this. She likes this a lot. The tip of my tongue can almost reach her G-spot and then I slide it forward up along the roof of her vaginal opening toward her clit. I swirl my tongue around her clit and the surrounding sensitive flesh. I press my tongue against her labia and take long licks along each of her lips. God I love kissing her this way. By her moans and body motion I am certain that she likes this also.

I continue my oral assault by taking more long luxurious licks of her canal, lips and clit. My speed is ever increasing as I press my tongue more firmly into her flesh. Some of my licks are targeted at her anus which is easier to access with her ass raised up on the pillows. Sometimes I even press the tip of my tongue into her ass. Then my tongue drags back up to her wet succulent lips, into her canal, reaching for her G-spot again. I can easily spend 5-10 minutes at this stage of our love-making. Using only my mouth and tongue on her tender, sensitive and very wet girly parts.

{The changes in a woman's pussy which results from the proper attention is really quite amazing. From a dry, pair of lips which hold tight the secrets hidden within, to an open flower of luscious wet flesh, the lips swelling, the fluids flowing, the love canal opening. The intoxicating aroma that comes forth. It is such a wonderful sensory experience. I never get tired or bored experiencing this transformation.}

Once again it is time to bring more resources to play. I reach my left hand up to her breast and begin lightly squeezing her breast and playing with her nipple. Fortunately I have long arms and can make the reach. This additional stimulation upon her nipples furthers heightens the sensory assault on her body. She is moaning more. Her breathing is quicker. Her body twitches uncontrollably.

My right hand begins by stroking the insides of her legs from mid thigh up to her pussy. I repeat several times this delicate light stroking up one leg and then up the other leg. This heightens her arousal from the anticipation of knowing where my fingers are going next. My tongue is still on her clit and my left hand is on a nipple.

The tip of my right index finger reaches the entrance to her love canal. I play some with her slippery wet lips and then slowly slip the finger inside of her. By the change in her breathing pattern, I sense her enjoyment. The feeling side of my finger tip runs up along the top of her canal, searching for her G-spot. I can feel the change in the texture of her slick wall when I hit the spot. She moans a low guttural moan.

I settle into a rhythm of my finger working inside her and my tongue licking her entrance from as far inside it can reach up to her clit. Slowly the pace increases. I twist and turn my finger inside her as I continue an in-and-out stroke. I mash my tongue against her labia and slurp up and down. Her breath quickens.

Without a hesitation, I slip a second finger inside. Another gasp as she clearly feels and enjoys this. I continue pumping these two fingers in and out, twisting as they move so as to cause different touching pressure to different points inside. I frequently stroke her G-spot. Sometimes I turn the fingers over, touch-pad side down and drive the fingers deep inside. This method allows me to touch and feel her cervix. It is a smooth round mound deep inside her love canal. My tongue continues its assault on her labia and clit. Fluids are flowing everywhere and we are already creating quite a wet spot on the pillows and bed sheets.

As I quicken my pace, she is moaning, gasping for air and her body is trembling uncontrollably. The build up to a climax is a long slow process for her. She does not have a quick trigger. But I have discovered that if I attempt to rush her to orgasm too quickly, the rush of intense stimulation can overtake her and actually prevent a climax. It is a strange paradox which I still do not understand, but have learned to accommodate. Like driving a car, there are skills necessary to reach the intended destination.

To extend the experience, I change the pace by slowing down a bit. My tongue backs off a bit so that I am just barely touching her sensitive spots with very light flicks on the tongue tip. I avoid direct contact with her clit and lick circles in the flesh around that spot. I slow the action of my two fingers to gentler long slides in and out.

On an out stroke, I switch fingers. Instead of using my index and middle fingers, I switch to my middle and ring fingers. I don't know if she notices the quick line-up change. My intents are to lubricate my ring finger as it will soon have a different destination.

The slower pace has allowed her to regain some composure. Her breathing becomes more normal. I can feel her body relax a bit. I continue a slower, measured pace of stimulation inside and outside her love canal. My hand on her breast is now slowly massaging her soft fleshy mound.

Once I have properly lubricated my ring finger, I once again switch back to index and middle finger inside her vagina. Now my slippery wet ring finger is at the entrance of her anus. Because of the flood of girl juice that had been flowing out of her, there is a stream of slippery juices from her vagina, down to her anus, and onto the pillows below. It is easy for me to begin sliding my finger into her ass. A gasp comes from her mouth.

With slow delicate motions, my ring finger slides in and out of her ass, a tiny bit deeper with each forward thrust. Likewise the index and middle fingers slid in and out of her vagina with each of these movements. Within a minute or two I am able to fully bury one finger into her ass and the other two into her sopping wet pussy.

As I begin to rebuild speed with the penetrations into her two holes, I also intensify my oral assault on her clit and upper vaginal wall. With my other hand I again more forcefully attack her nipple. Her body quickly responds. Her breath quickens. The moans become more frequent and her body begins to twitch and tremor.

It is becoming time to close in on the kill. I can feel my own heart pumping. My actions with my fingers and tongue become fast, hard and intense. Her fluids flow so rapidly that at time I have to come up for air. Her hips are now bucking in response to my assault on all her sensitive spots.

As the last straw I pop my finger out of her ass. This action frees my other two fingers for deeper penetration along with a twisting turning action within her vagina. My fingers are fucking her mightily. My tongue is assaulting her clit with maximum pressure and speed. My finger tips are hitting her cervix and the larger third knuckle of my index finger is deep enough inside her to stimulate her G-spot.

Her orgasm hits her with a wallop. It is sudden and intense. She releases a quick scream. Her vaginal walls clinch on my fingers. Her body bucks, shakes and twists almost as if a bucking bronco attempting to dismount its rider. I struggle to hold her in place, keeping my mouth on her pussy.

She squirts. Not a big squirt, but it is a squirt. I am not sure she is fully aware that she has squirted. However, I know it for sure. Her squirt has a musky tasting, and is a thicker liquid than her normal vaginal girl-juice. (It is definitely not urine, I know that taste as well.) The moment that heavenly, musky taste hits my tongue, I know I have reached my first goal. I smile and have a warm feeling inside.

My cock twitches between my legs. Although my cock has been without direct stimulation for over 15 minutes while administering this oral assault on her pussy, my cock is still rock hard and ready for action. The tangy, musky taste of her squirt on my tongue sends a direct signal to my cock to be prepared for action, and soon. My cock is ready.

My wife's orgasms are not a sudden spike and then over. Once I had gotten her to that height of stimulation, I keep her there for minutes with continued work by my fingers and tongue. I dial back some on the speed and intensity so as to allow her to enjoy this rolling orgasm.

But I know she wants more.

= = = = = = = = = = =

After a few minutes of continued oral and finger stimulation, I back off and rise up on my knees. I bring my cock to the entrance of her love canal and slide the cock-head up and down her sopping wet labia and clit. She bucks her hips at me, attempting to draw my cock into her as quickly as possible. I do not tease her for long.

With a long, slow deliberate movement, I slide the full length of my cock into her slippery wet pussy. It feels sooo good. The intense sensitivity of my cock, the tingling feeling inside, makes me believe that a premature ejaculation is about to happen. But I am able to hold back. Even with the intense stimulation to my cock, I am not ready for my balls to release their load of cum.

I lower my head so I can kiss my wife. We hold this position for a moment. Then I begin my lower body movement, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with long, slow deliberate movements.

I pick up the speed a bit and we enjoy the intensity of the stimulation within our bodies. The feeling of her very wet, slippery pussy wrapped around my cock is just exquisite. Occasionally I use a hand to play with her nipple, or I reach lower and touch her clit with my thumb. We are having fun and a luxurious time. My thrusts became harder and deeper. I can feel my cock head at the back of her vagina barely touching her cervix.

Our position is her lying on her back, her head and shoulders on the bed. Two pillows support her ass, so she is tilted up toward me. Her feet are still on the bed. I am kneeling between her legs and my cock is buried in her pussy. I am leaning over her body, kissing and touching her in various sensitive places. {I just wish somehow that I could be flexible enough to have my cock in her pussy and still be able to lick her clit with my tongue.}

I rise up into a more upright position over her and grab both her legs behind the knee, and lift them up over her body. Using my hands on the back of her thighs, I spread her legs with her knees nearly touching her shoulders.

I start plowing into her. My cock is taking long strokes from outside her vagina to a point fully buried within her. As the angle of penetration has changed, my cock-head is now banging against her cervix. My thrusting pace has quickened significantly. The bed is banging against the wall. Our breathing is hard and fast. We are both sweating profusely from all parts of our bodies.

I continue plowing into her.

I shift my body position to create new points on pressure contact with her pussy. Some strokes are against the top of her pussy, against her G-Spot. Then some strokes on one side or the other of the walls inside her vagina. Some stokes have a downward slant, bringing pressure near her anus. I am mindful that my stokes from a fully withdrawn position back into her are on target for her pussy and do not go off target into her ass. {That has happened before but that is another story for another time.}




Breakfast in Bed



Disclaimer: All characters and events are purely fictional. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

*****

It's 05:34 exactly and the sun has barely risen on this clear, crisp morning in early May. I'm gingerly making my way up the stairs, holding a breakfast tray in front of me, being careful not to spill its meticulously prepared contents. 

Eggs, scrambled to just the right consistency, sit on top of a thick piece of toast, cut from a home made loaf. Rich, creamy Greek yoghurt in a small bowl and strawberries, sliced just so. A small white teapot filled with tea, made from a blend of the finest Darjeeling and Assam leaves, direct from India. A little jar of New Zealand Manuka honey, purely an optional extra. Silver cutlery, wrapped in a clean and pressed linen napkin. A single rose, snipped from the garden, completes the presentation. A morning meal fit for a princess, prepared for my princess.

With the toe of my slippered foot, I open the bedroom door. You are sleeping, quietly, peacefully. I stand in the doorway for a few brief moments and gaze upon you. Your astonishingly beautiful, angelic visage is so serene and still, it seems a criminal act to wake you, but wake you I must. 

I place the tray down silently on the bedside table and draw open the curtains. The room fills with morning sunlight. It causes you to stir and frown grumpily, but does not rouse you completely. 

Standing bent over beside the bed, my nose hovers above your face. Just for an instant, long enough to register the sweet and spicy scent of Madagascar vanilla. My lips press against the apple of your cheek. I allow the smooch to linger, long and lovingly. Your eyelids begin to flicker. Another kiss. This time my mouth meets yours. Your full, plump lips respond to mine and reciprocate my affection. A mouth made for kissing.

You look up at me, blurry eyed, but with a contented smile.

"Good morning, Daddy," you say in a croaky half whisper.

"Good morning, Angel," I reply. "I've made you breakfast."

The life and blood return to your stiff, weary, muscles as you stretch out your limbs and arch you back. You slowly rise into a sitting position and I place the food on your lap. When you see what I have made for you, your face lights up to rival the early morning sun.

"For me, Daddy?"

"Eat up, Baby girl, you've got a busy day ahead of you."

I make myself comfortable on the bed and watch you tuck in heartily. You sip your tea and devour the protein, vegetables, carbohydrates, dairy and fruit. I keep your feet warm in my lap and tickle your tiny tootsies under the duvet. You seem joyously happy, sitting there, propped up on a pillow, munching away. 

For me, fatigue is beginning to set in. I didn't wake up to cook for you, I haven't slept. My chronic insomnia often keeps me up round the clock. This morning, as the hour hand mockingly landed on five, I decided to say, "sod it" to sleep and got up to see what the new day had brought. I made myself some coffee and turned on the television, but the forced cheeriness of the news readers irritated me. I felt like doing something productive. Upon opening the fridge, I discovered all the ingredients necessary for a nutritious breakfast. Just the thing to set you up for the day and I knew you'd appreciate it.

Seeing you clean your plate of every morsel makes the whole sleepless night worth it. I am so pleased you enjoyed it. However, now my eyes are droopy, my body is languid and my head feels heavy. I'm not going to be able to keep myself up for much longer. It's typical, the whole night through I'm wide awake and alert, then somnolence drops like a hammer. Seeing someone else start their day is always a great soporific. I send you off to the shower before I pass out cold.

As I lie in bed, listening to the pump whirring and the water rushing, I imagine you standing there naked. I picture the spray hitting you and flowing down your body. I see you lathering the shower gel and soaping your young supple skin, from your face down to your toes. My erection is conspicuous by its presence. There is no way I'll be able to sleep with this thing stretching my underwear. I think I'm getting my second wind. 

Discreetly I let myself into the bathroom. You have already finished showering and are teasing your luxuriantly soft hair in front of the mirror. The air is warm and humid. Without a word, I come up behind you and plant a kiss on the back of your neck. You sigh. I follow it up with a chain of little kisses across both you shoulders. You giggle, inaudibly.

My hands reach for your body and sink into the plush Egyptian cotton towel wrapped around your torso. They creep slowly up the damp terrycloth to where it's tied loosely just above your bust. A gentle tug and the makeshift garment lies in a heap around your feet, exposing your charms to me.

We stand, gazing at the reflection of your naked body. You are unashamed before me. My eyes take in every detail of your young figure. My fingertips glide over your silken epidermis. Neither of us speaks, the silence is heavy, our eyes locked together in the bathroom mirror. 

I reach for the coconut scented body milk. You like to keep yourself moisturised and I want to help. The click of the plastic bottle top and the squelch of the lotion are soft sounds, but ring out clearly in the deathly quiet. I slather liberal squirts of the the opaque white liquid all over you. Your arms, shoulders, neck, Décolletage, pert tits, tummy, back and round buttocks. You remain passive, fixed to the spot. I slip my hand between your legs to coat your vulva, before crouching and applying the moisturiser to your thighs and calves.

I straighten up to admire my handy work. Your skin glistens under the incandescent bulbs. You look pensive, expectant, even hopeful.

Slight pressure on your nape bends you over the sink, giving me clear access to your most intimate parts. My well oiled fingers pass effortlessly over your delicate, velvet pussy lips and the swollen nub of your clitoris. You look back at me with trust in your eyes and I gently part your labia, revealing your delicious pink slit. A single digit enters your hot wetness. It's just one finger, but you grip it tight as I push all the way in. You can't hold back a faint whimper as I slide back and forth, steadily in and out of your snug, little twat.

Another squirt of the greasy Arecaceae nut lotion and I move slightly northwards to your impeccable, puckered arsehole. You are very relaxed, two fingers stretch you open and inch inside with surprising ease. Without effort, I push into you until I reach my knuckles and can go no further. You moan softly and your sphincter muscles contract as I twist.

Here is where I have another surprise for you. Apparently out of nowhere, I produce a small, rubber anal plug. Not too small though. It's maybe, somewhat bigger around than my penis, but nowhere near as long. I want you to feel it and know it's there, but I don't want it to be too much for you. I was careful to select one that's the ideal size.

I meet some resistance as I push the toy home. You're not used to taking something quite so wide, but you are is willing and it sits in your rectum as comfortably as can be expected. You shake your arse from side to side with the pleasure of this new sensation. Then present yourself to me, legs apart, bum pushed upwards and your hungry pussy slightly gaping. 

Tentatively, I press the tip of my engorged member against your quim. I don't penetrate, simply rub myself against you, up and down mingling my oozing precum with your abundant juices. I come to a rest, right at the entrance to your cunt. A little pressure, you can feel I'm about to thrust myself forward and fill you with what you want, what you crave. 

But no, I do not enter you.

Instead, I take a step back and say, "Okay, Baby girl, enough playing for now. Time to get dressed or you'll be late."

"But, Daddy, please!" you say imploring me. "I need it!"

"No arguments! Get ready now and leave the butt plug in. I want you to wear it all day."

You're not pleased, but you accept it with a simple, meek, "Yes, sir."

It's not that I don't want to make love to you. I do! My cock is hard and aching for you, but I want you to wait. I will show restraint and temporarily deny myself pleasure, in order to withhold it from you. I need to show you I have an iron will. Even though you are irresistible, I can resist you. Without any violence at all, by doing nothing, I'm demonstrating how powerful I am. 

I also want to tease you. I want you to spend to whole day with the plug in your anus. Every time you move it will remind you of how you didn't get fucked. It will remind you of how close you came, but you were deprived. Hopefully this will make you crave me even more, make you think about all the things you want me to do to you when you return home this afternoon.

You get dressed in silence. The discomfort is evident on your face as you pull your cute, little panties up your legs and over your bum. You've never had anything so big in your anus before and you're thinking about how it'll feel as the day goes on. An hour or so is one thing, but the whole day? I can tell you're worried, but you say nothing. 

The thought of you spending the day squirming, being secretly and constantly stretched out, turns me on more than you could imagine. When you leave, the aroma of coconut lingers and I take care of my painful erection. It doesn't take long.

****

My day passes in sleep and dreams. Visions flash continuously through my mind. Your youthful body, flawless skin and fresh, blossoming pussy. By the time you arrive home, I am well rested.

You come in walking awkwardly. The plug has been doing its job. You're not happy though, an entire day of sexual frustration has put you in a bad mood. Your irritation is clear when I greet you at the door. 

"Welcome home, Angel. Did you have a good day? Give daddy a kiss." You give me a cursory peck as you walk past. "Is that all I get?"

You brush me off with a surly, "I need to pee."

I grab hold of your wrist, preventing you from marching straight into the lavatory. 

"Wait a minute, young lady. You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing! I'm fine. I just have to pee. Let me go!" you say as you struggle to get yourself free.

"You will pee when I say you can pee, not before. Now, are you going to tell me why you are behaving like such a brat?"

Still, you continue to fight me and refuse to cooperate. Evidently, you need much more severe treatment. Your behaviour requires physical correction.

I drag you into my study. You know what this means. I only bring you in here for one reason and one reason alone.

Your top and bottoms come off in an instant. Your attempts to be combative don't hinder me in the slightest. I have torn the clothes off you many times before. Once I have you in nothing but your panties, it's corner time. I stand you there, hands on head, with two very basic commands.

"You are not to move, or even make the slightest sound, until I say so."

"But, I really need to go to the loo." you respond in that petulant tone of voice. The one you know I cannot stand.

It makes my blood boil, but I control myself well. I fight back the overwhelming instinct to thrash you to within an inch of your life on the spot. Instead I look down at your rear end and see the flange of the anal plug protruding from your arse cheeks, under the soft cotton of your panties. I give it a hard flick, sending a jolt through your colon and into your full bladder. I enjoy how it makes you wince. 

"I will give you permission to piss when I am ready. Until then you will stand in the corner and think about you attitude. Is that clear?"

"Fine," is your terse, unrepentant reply.

Patience is what's needed from me now. I sit in my chair and wait, staring at you from behind. The second hand ticks round the clock face and the minute hand moves forward. The opulent curtain of hair on top of your head. The elegant line of your neck into your oval shoulders and graceful spine. The skin I was covering in lotion just this morning. You are a vision of perfection. My manhood is stiff and throbbing for you already, but I hold myself back. I must be strong! You need time to reflect upon your demeanour towards your daddy. 

I allow the second had to pass around it's course fifteen times. With each elapsing minute, you get increasingly more antsy. You squeeze your thighs together, shift your weight from foot to foot and wiggle your arse. Your desperate need to pee is becoming unbearable, every moment is torturous for you. 

"How are you feeling, Baby?" I ask.

"Sorry, Daddy. Very sorry!" you sound remorseful. 

"Are you ready for your spanking now? Or do you need to stand in the corner a little longer?"

"Please let me go and pee first, Daddy! Please!"

"No, Sweetness. I will tell you when you can pee." 

With your legs crossed together, you reluctantly agree. I guide you back over to my chair, pull your panties down to the floor and bend you over my knee. I leave the plug in place, knowing it will add extra severity to the beating and reinforce the lesson in your mind. You brace yourself for the assault on your bare behind.

I strike you forcefully and rapidly, on alternate bum cheeks. My sharp slaps sting and send shock waves, via the plug, from your anus and through your stomach. You squeal in pain with each vicious blow. Before long my hand is buzzing, but I continue the onslaught regardless. My eyes have glazed over. I am lost in the moment, turning your bottom a deep hue of cherry red.

I hear it first, the unmistakeable sound of a stream of liquid hitting the floor. Then I feel it, warm and wet on my thigh. You couldn't hold it in any longer. You are pissing yourself, right here, as you lie across my knee, receiving a well deserved discipline spanking.

I stop, stunned. You stare back at me, wide eyed. Time seems to stand still as the the steaming urine flows, soaking my trouser leg and splashing onto the carpet beneath us. Neither of us knows quite what to say.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I couldn't help it. It just came out," you blurt in a panic.

"You know what this means, don't you, little one?"

"Yes, Daddy," you hang your head in shame and acceptance.

You stand, bent over, your legs wide apart, palms resting flat on my chair. I position myself behind you and tenderly run the tips of my fingers across your sore, crimson and hot backside.

You hear the distinctive and familiar clinking of my belt buckle and the sound of leather on fabric as I pull the strap through the loops. I fold the thick strip of cow hide in half and smack it against the heel of my hand. The loud cracks fill you with dread for the coming whipping. 

You squeeze your eyes shut tight as I raise my arm above my shoulder. I slam the belt down across your arse with a tremendous thwack. You cry out in anguish as it bites into your flesh. 

Again, a fierce lash whooshes through the air and finds its mark across your jiggling bum. Another screech as it shoots through you like an electric shock.

Your high pitched screams ring in my ears as I land four more brutal whacks on your sensitive seat. You drop to your knees crying, pleading with me, tears streaming from your eyes and down your cheeks.

"Enough, Daddy. Please!"

I'm out of breath. Thick, dark stripes are coming up on your pretty derrière. I feel the corporal punishment has been sufficient and you are suitably chastened. Perhaps I was even a little too harsh with you. I do feel a somewhat guilty for going so far.

I take you up into my arms and sit you on my lap. You lie, sobbing into my chest, carefully angling yourself to avoid putting weight on your hypersensitive and excruciatingly painful posterior. I hold you close to me and whisper soothing sounds into your ear.

"Shh, precious one. It's all over now."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to be bad," you snivel.

"You're not bad, Angel. You just need to behave properly, the spanking helps you to learn. It's for your own good, I hope you understand."

"I understand. I'll try to be good from now on."

"I love you, Baby girl," I say with a kiss. 

"Love you too, Daddy," you kiss me back.

We are still sodden from your piss, yet we stay in that position for some time as you cry yourself out. The strong smell of ammonia overpowers the faint whiff of coconut from this morning. I hold your cuddlesome body close to me, gently stroking you, calming you with every pass over your exquisite skin. My touch follows a trail up the inside of your arm and over your breast, idling slightly on your perky nipple, then snaking across your tummy to your hips and thighs. I touch your flogged and welted buttocks. I am as delicate as can be, but your flinch tells me it still smarts. It will do for sometime and will serve as an important reminder to you. 

My fingers discover the plug. I play with it lazily, twisting from side to side, before applying a firm grip and gradually easing it out of you. You groan as the item you had almost grown accustomed to is removed. It hurts more coming out than it did going in, but once it's out, you begin to miss it. The thing was a considerable burden to you as you tried to go about your day and it made the belting I gave you significantly more punitive. However, now it's gone, you feel empty, incomplete. You won't feel that way for long.

I bring the object up to my nose and inhale the pungent odour as deeply as I can. So deep, I can taste it. Then I place it to your lips, which open without hesitation and accept it into your mouth. You greedily suckle on the bulbous device, like some kind of perverse baby's dummy, relishing the tangy, piquant flavour of your own arsehole.

"How is it, Sweetie," I ask as I take it from you again.

"Delicious, Daddy. Thank you," you tell me with a big smile.

My erection has been getting increasingly troublesome. I need relief. I need to have you. I need to take you. I need to be inside you. 

Laying you face down on the study floor, I unbutton and pull down the zip on my trousers. I release my angry cock from its cotton and elastic prison. Without lubrication I push the head into your well stretched back passage. You may be somewhat loosened, but some form of lubricant would definitely have been appreciated. Despite being thinner, my dry prick entering your raw anus is far more painful than the plug going in or coming out. You try desperately to suppress an agonised yelp. I hold you fast as your entire body tenses up beneath me. 

Once I am all the way inside you, deep inside you, much deeper than the plug, you begin to relax. The worst of the pain is over. I stay there, not moving, just revelling in the heat, your alimentary canal gripping me. I press my lips to your neck and hush you with comforting and reassuring tones.

I thrust. Cautiously at first, but becoming steadier and more assertive. Soon I'm pumping my powerful shaft into you, solidly, rhythmically. You grimace with gritted teeth, but bear the ravaging well. Finally, with a few vigorous jerks, a bull like snort and animalistic grunts, the blessed relief of climax. I come, delivering my copious load of scalding spunk into your grateful hole.

I don't know how long it takes for the post orgasmic fog in my brain to clear, but eventually it lifts. Partially, at least, enough for me to become aware of my surroundings once again. I notice your hand thrust between your legs, furiously masturbating. Frantically frigging your clit, bringing yourself to your own critical orgasm. 

"No, Baby. I didn't say you could come yet." I move your hand away from your pussy.

"But...But...I need to!" the look in your eyes is desperation, even terror. 

I can see you really do need it. However, I remain firm. I will decide when and if you climax, not you. You must learn that I am in control of all things, including your body and especially your orgasms.




Breakfast in Bed



"Put your apron on, Princess. You need to get to work and clean up this mess," I gesture to the piss drenched carpet and your clothes strewn all around. 

You say nothing more, just an obsequious nod with downcast eyes. You know there is no point in arguing and I know the chastisement was effective. You are perfectly subservient and docile, just as you should be. I was successful in lashing your natural obstreperousness from you.

You pop your frilly apron on over your head and wrap it around your nakedness, tying a secure bow at the back. You set about cleaning the rug, while I change out of my wet clothes and rinse off in the shower. Not only am I covered in your pee, I'm also sweaty from my exertions. Disciplining you is hard work.

****

When I return, you have cleaned and tidied. You are sitting in a chair, still moist with piss, still naked but for your apron, and awaiting further instructions. I can tell by your face and the way you writhe awkwardly in your seat, your pussy is yearning for satisfaction. I think perhaps I have made you wait long enough.

Taking you by the hand, I guide you up the stairs towards the bedroom. You follow obediently, trustingly. 

I lay you on your back this time. Down on the bed so you're nice and comfy. Kisses on your face, your forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. I save your heavenly lips for last. My tongue enters your mouth, instinctively searching, exploring. My hand wanders, lifting your apron, parting your thighs and finding you delectable little cunt. 

My fingers glide freely into your soaking wet snatch. I am overcome by the desire to taste you, to feel your soft labia on my mouth, to consume your young flesh.

Without another moment's thought, I'm between your legs. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting, devouring you with ravenous greed. Your juices are like nectar to me, as sweet as honey and as gratifying as manna from heaven. My tongue probes you and fingers spread your folds.

As I feel the crisis of orgasm rise in your gut, I focus my tongue, lips and teeth on your sensitive, aching clitoris. My fingers plunge in deep and hard, filling you. How many do I have in there? Two? Three? Four? You can't tell and you don't care. You just want to come, to reach the ecstatic relief of orgasm at your daddy's hand.

The tension builds within you, getting closer and closer. Muscles in your abdomen and limbs strain and tauten, all the way to your clenching fingers and curled toes. Even your face is contorted in splendid torment.

"Don't stop, Daddy. Don't Stop!"

The culmination of an entire day's denial explodes in a tidal wave of bliss. It rips through you, like lightning through a pitch black sky. An unrestrained, stentorian cry before your eyes roll back in your head and your muscles finally slacken.

You lie, trembling, on the bed. I slowly remove my sticky fingers from your still spasming sex and offer them up to your half open mouth. Instantly and dutifully you lap up every trace of your gruel.

Now that you appetite has been temporarily sated, I carefully remove your apron to reveal your nakedness once again. I pull back the bed clothes and position your quiescent body underneath. You make no hint of protest in your tranquil, submissive state and allow me to tuck you in snugly, for a well earned nap before dinner time. I lie with you, cuddling my girl. As you drift off into a placid slumber, you whisper,

"Thank you, Daddy."



Breakfast In Bed



Oh what a beautiful morning, I sigh, as the sun shines through the bedroom window. I stretch out in the bed, reaching my arms upward, arching my back and shifting my spine in a sidewards motion. My bare legs stretch and my toes curl. It was the weekend. A smile covers my face.

I turn on my side and reach over with my arms and legs for you. "Empty..!" Although the warmth of your body still lingers in the covers. I sit up and call out, "Baby!" 

You reply from the kitchen, "Stay there, I'm making you breakfast in bed". 

I fall backwards into the pillow and moan...aaah. I was too anxious to stay put. I want you. I want you now! My arms and legs slide up and down over the warmth you left in the covers. My face moves to your pillow and your scent throbs in my head. Oh, I yearn for you. 

I fling back the covers and rush quietly into the kitchen. There you are standing in front of the stove naked. Quietly, I admire your beauty. The supple curves and lines of your bare body. You gently sway as you move your weight from one leg to the other. It arouses my passion and intensifies my yearning. 

Slowly I move behind you, embrace my arms around your waist and kiss your ear tenderly. "Honey" you exclaim, "I'm cooking you breakfast in bed! Go back to bed!". I ignore the command as I press closer and my hands caress your stomach and thighs. My nipples press against your back. My wet thighs press against your ass cheeks. My parted lips kissing your neck and shoulders as you begin to squirm against me only increasing my passions.

You tilt your head as my moist lips move about your neck all the while my hands caressing you affectionately. Your breath quickens keeping pace with mine. You arch. You're defenseless struggling with a rising quiche, sizzling sausage and passion.

Lovingly I continue pressing firmly against you, gliding my hands over your moistened skin. Breathing fire from my nostrils I whisper, "I want you for breakfast!"

My mouth hungry to taste some part of you, I lean down, and bite into your shoulder.

Do I hear the word,"please" escape your lips? I think yes, because you push my hand down between your legs, grinding yourself against my fingers.

"No," I whisper in your ear. "Not yet, not here. Let me take you to the bed where we can do this right."

"Yes, yes, anywhere," you answer, and before I know it you have all the burners on the stove off. Turning around, you offer me your hand. I lead you to the bedroom. Hand in hand we crawl onto the bed. Pulling the covers up over us, we face one another; so close I feel your warm, heavy breath on my chin, your breasts and belly touching mine. I drape a leg over your own, drawing my hand down your back slowly, stopping when I reach your soft, full bottom. I hold you there, kneading this place where you are so full and yielding, giving the pressure you love. You offer me your mouth, ravenously brushing my lips, searching out my tongue, humming a low guttural, hungry sound into my mouth. 

I pull away from you, touching a finger to your lips to prevent you from thinking we are anywhere near finished.

Throwing the covers back, I quickly move on top of you, rolling you to your back and straddling your hips. I lace my fingers through yours, raising your arms over your head and pushing them down. I hover over you, dipping my head down to draw my tongue from your ear, to your neck, and finally down to your breasts, where I take turns lapping at one nipple, then the other. Your hips wiggle beneath mine, that warm wet place begging for my attention.

Letting go of your hands, I lick my way slowly down your body. Reaching that patch that is so wet from the foreplay. So wet that the insides of your thighs are covered with a thin film of slippery juices.

I lick the inside of your thighs, slurping up all the wetness, then start my upward journey to heaven. Your body trembling as my lips find your slit wet and inviting. My tongue, penetrates you deeply. Instantly your walls constrict around my tongue as it moves slow and steady. Your clit, swollen and throbbing, waits eagerly for the moment my tongue will embrace it.

Moving up, I attack it with my licks. My mind beginning to blur in the thought, the feel, the taste of you. I sense the oncoming explosion of your desire. Understanding your need, my pace quickens as I close my eyes, caught up in the waves of pleasures that completely rack your body. Minutes,hours, years----nothing seemed to matter except this moment. Your body grows flush. Our hearts beat in time, while I drink from you. Your essence freeing me from my hunger.

With the nectar from your sex running down my chin, I prop myself up on my elbows, looking up at you, laying there, still, drained, exhausted. 

"You are going to have to fix me breakfast in bed more often" I tell you with a smile as I crawl up and join you. 

Pulling the covers up, you wrap your arms around me. "Shhh..." you whisper in my ear, as you hold me. 

The food on the stove is long forgotten.



Breakfast in Bed



I lay stretched out totally relaxed from night of passion. I turn over pressing against his back enjoying the feel of his warm skin softly kissing his neck my hand running down his chest. Surprised to feel him stirring at my touch. 

"After last night I didn't think you could." 

"You make me respond" he murmurs in slow breath leaning back against me. 

"Hungry?" I ask, "for food silly," seeing a grin spread over his face. 

"Sure let me get something." Sheets rustle as he gets out of bed stretching, his arousal obvious. I move to get out of bed. "Stay right there, after last night you deserve breakfast in bed." I watch him wander out running my hands lightly over my body remembering the warmth of his body the gentle and frantic passion. I close my eyes and relax. I hear his footsteps but don't open my eyes. "Care for a little snack?" his voice whispers as I hear him set a plate down and pull back the covers. 

"It's cold," I whisper opening my eyes, looking at him the way the light catches in his dark hair the blue eyes twinkling. Watching his lips form a impish smile. 

"I can fix that," he says sitting next to me on bed holding one breast in his hand the other reaching for plate, "You're beautiful you know that?" he asks cupping my breast placing soft teasing kiss around my nipple. 

"Now I do, so what do we have to eat?" He places a cream covered strawberry over my lips. I gently nibble it not noticing him as I savor the sweet fruit until I feel him dollop cool whip over my nipples sighing feeling it cover my breasts, suddenly his tongue dips into cream carefully cleaning around my nipple leaving hard tip covered. His lips finally covering it tongue teasingly flicking over it as his lips kiss and suck softly at my breasts. "I could get used to this kind of breakfast," I say my breath louder waiting for him to switch nipples. Finally leans across his rough gentle hand toying with my hard wet nipple as he cleans the other. "Any more strawberries?" I ask watching him clean my breasts. 

"Of course dear," he replies as he gently runs a warm sticky honey covered strawberry down my neck through valley between my breasts over my tummy. Slipping it down between my legs, "Tell me when I need to stop," he says running it over my clit. I let out soft sigh as he presses it gently down mushing it over my clit. He quickly grabs a thick strawberry slipping it down almost inside me letting it rest there. 

When I say, "Far enough." He leaves it there and adds a dollop of cool whip over it, kissing my inner thighs his morning stubble tickling me. "You could have shaved," I murmur sighing as his tongue flicks out to run over my clit getting to the mushed berry. 

"So could you," he stops to say. 

"DON'T stop," I plead parting my legs moving one over his shoulder. 

"As you wish," his mouth slowly works over me finally sucking and pulling the strawberry into his mouth. Slipping two slick warm fingers into me. I gasp loudly pressing hips up to his mouth. His lips cover my clit fingers wiggling moving slowly in and out suddenly he curves them up to hit the mysterious g-spot. 

"Yes," I pant repeating his name over and over as he rubs me just right falling into orgasm. The powerful wave subsides, "I'm hungry," I purr. 

He softly kisses up my body to tease my breasts his fingers still moving over my clit, "For what?" he asks. 

"You, I need you, I want you and I want it now," my hungry voice commands rolling over forcing him down. 

"You're a wild one aren't you?" he replies his body hard. 

"It's easy to go slow at first but," I softly kiss him his lips oddly flavored with strawberries, honey, and me. Running my hands down his chest, "Can you take slow?" I ask running one finger over his tip and down under it, gently pressing what I call his On button. His head shakes no, "But you asked for slow," I hold and caress his balls pressing my hips down letting him feel my wetness on his stomach. I slide my hands up, caressing his nipples moving my hips down to cover his cock in my juices. "Should I make you beg?" 

"Please, oh please, sweetheart," load moans interrupt his plea as I slide him fully into me. 

"Want to stay there?" I smile enjoying the feel of his hard cock in me, "or leave?" I slowly slip him out my body gripping tip in tightly. 

"YES," he moans looking down at his hardness veins bulging his hands moving up my back trying to pull me down. 

"Think your hard enough?" I tease pressing back down going in slow strokes. 

"Yes," almost a snarl now as I twist my hips spiraling him in pressing hard against his balls. 

"Sure?" I tease once more as he thrusts his hips up to force him in. Smiling as our bodies take over hips grinding, breathing fast, lips merged to create an intense orgasm simultaneously in us. I collapse on top of him, "Was that slow enough?"



Breakfast in Bed



You are cuddled under the covers as I sneak out of the bed.  I start the coffee and begin to start to fulfill the promise of serving you breakfast in bed.  I start to look for what I want to serve you for breakfast.  I open the refrigerator to see what there is, I pull out a couple of eggs and some milk to make some waffles.  I will need some fruit to go with it and I see the fresh strawberries and decide that sounds pretty good, and take the bowl with them out and see the whip cream and take that out as well.  I lay out the ingredients on the counter and pull out some pans to start making waffles.  As I review the ingredients on the counter I wild and erotic idea pops in my head as I look at the strawberries.  I decide that I will still use the strawberries and whip cream but you will be the waffle.  

I take the bowl of strawberries and the whip cream and head for the bedroom.  I set the bowl of strawberries and whipped cream on the table next to the bed.  I gently pull back the covers and kiss you tenderly at first on the cheek and then your lips.  Waking you up with my warm body and hot kisses.  I smile at you as your eyes open and whisper in your ear that I am here to serve you breakfast but I will be using your to serve it on and to lay back and enjoy.  I tell you we will be having strawberry covered waffles but you’ll have to be the waffle.  You gently moan, “oooohhhh sounds good”.   I tell you I just need to spread out these strawberries on you.  So first I take the whip cream and spread a little out on you starting on your stomach, then working up your body to your chest.  I will be using the whipped cream on your body so I can use my mouth to lay each strawberry on you.  One at a time I use my mouth to lay a strawberry in the whipped cream on your body I can feel the heat of your body close to me but not touching your skin with mine.  You can feel my hot breath against your lovely naked skin contrasting with whip cream, cool all over you, around your breasts, and down your belly, and then covering your sweet pussy, and along your thighs. I place each berry in a little spot of whip cream to hold it in place. Running them out from your chest down your belly to your sweet spot between your legs, placing each one carefully in the dab of whipped cream. I stand back from you a little to admire my handy work, your body accented with strawberries and whipped cream.  Running from just above your supple breasts, then down the middle of your body in a line to your lovely spread legs, there your pussy is covered in white whipped cream holding several berries and along just the inside of your thighs a strawberry on each leg.  I gently lean towards you and kiss you softly whispering that I can not wait to have you for breakfast. 

Then I kneel next to you on the bed, I begin using my tongue to pick the strawberry off your inner thigh then licking the cream off the inside of your thighs but leaving your hot moist cream covered pussy untouched. As I run my tongue up your belly, licking some of cream from several of the berries but leaving each strawberry along your belly.  Working my tongue up between your breasts, until I reach your left breast, my tongue licking it from the base in circles taking the cream in my mouth as I lick your breast clean.  I reach your nipple and begin to lick it as it hardens and then sucking it gently into my mouth.  Sucking your nipple hard into my mouth between my teeth sucking more of your breast into my mouth.  My mouth taking more and more of your breast in my mouth a hand gently caressing it as I suck your supple breast in deep in my mouth.  Then sliding over to right breast and doing exactly the same, thing to the right one.  Licking off the cream and swallowing the strawberry first then your breast in my mouth.  My hands now caressing your breasts and lips and tongue sucking and licking them tasting your sweet body and the sugary taste of the whipped cream on your skin.  Then my mouth and tongue sliding down your belly to the first strawberry between your breasts I suck it off you and into my mouth.  I rise up to your face I kiss you and push the berry into your mouth, surprising you that I even still had it in my mouth.  Sharing my breakfast in bed with you sliding my tongue back down your belly moving across your skin to the next berry and licking and sucking into my mouth again.  Then kissing you and pushing the berry into your mouth.  My tongue against your skin cleaning your soft hot skin that is cover in whipped cream then moving to the next berry and again sharing each berry until I get to your spread hot crotch.  

Here the last three that are spread across the soft tender spot above your crotch, your entire crotch and thighs covered in whipped cream.  I begin by licking the inside of your cream covered thighs, slightly teasing the sides of your pussy.  Licking the your skin off of all the cream, my tongue brushing against your sweet lips of your pussy.   Teasing you as I hear your moaning, I spread your legs wider and wider, and then suck the first berry off you into my mouth.  Only this time, slide it against the lips of your waiting and wet whip cream covered pussy.  Then pushing it inside your hot wet pussy with my tongue.  My tongue sliding across your hot wet pussy lips then inside you pushing it deep inside you.  The moan of pleasure I hear tells me that I am doing exactly what you hoped.  I then take each of the last two into my mouth one at a time and push them up inside you.  My tongue pushing them up inside you and brushing against your clitoris as I get them inside you.  Then smiling up at you as I look at what is now to be a great strawberry sundae for me. 

I slowly lick your pussy with my tongue, cleaning off the whip cream and sucking on your hot pussy lips and spreading you open while sliding my tongue across your clit and teasing it as I wrap my tongue around it and suck it hard into my mouth.  My tongue flicking across your clitoris, loving the fact that you are so hot and wet and can feel the orgasm building in you.  Tasting your pleasure pouring from you, knowing how you will cum soon for me. Driving my tongue deeper inside you licking your juices out of you.  My tongue working deep inside you as I spread you open so that I can lick and suck the berry out of your hot throbbing pussy.  My tongue working more rapidly on your pussy, as I lick and suck each of the three berries out of your hot pussy my tongue working across your pussy and lips and sliding deep in your hot wet hole,  my tongue working inside your pussy, pushing against the berries as I lick and suck the juices out of you  then sliding back up to your clit and working it with my tongue and sucking it hard.  Tasting and feeling your first explosion of your pussy under my probing mouth and tongue. My hands and tongue spreading you open farther, I slide my tongue deep in your pussy and suck hard to taste the first berry sucking on your pussy hard pulling the berry to my mouth and sliding my tongue to capture it.  My fingers sliding inside your wet pussy using them to spread you open as my mouth and tongue works to pull the berry from your pussy, sliding my tongue inside you and sucking the berry out of you into my mouth.  Then working my tongue across your clit as I leave my fingers deep in you spreading you wider and wider, hearing your moaning and cumming under me. I love tasting your hot sweet cum on the berry.  Feeling your clit getting harder your juices pouring out of your hot wet pussy.  Driving deep inside you as you are cumming then your sliding my tongue back to your hot dripping pussy my sweet lover.  I begin to work on the next berry knowing I can bring you to climax again very soon.  

I begin working your pussy with my tongue and sucking the next berry into my mouth tasting your hot sweet wet juices all over it. My fingers deep in you licking and sucking your hot wet pussy with my tongue teasing and licking your pussy and clitoris.   Driving farther and deeper in you feeling your next orgasm building quickly under me.  My own cock throbbing and flooding with my own blood, waiting to explode also.  Holding back until I have licked and sucked the last berry from you.  Your orgasm explodes under me, tasting more juices in my mouth sucking them hard and probing you deeply with my tongue, fingers holding you pussy open.



Slowing my tongue and gently licking and sucking on you as you recuperate from your last explosion.  My lips pressing against you and running my tongue along the inside of your thighs, feeling your body with my hands.  Caressing you getting ready to work the last berry out.  I know that you will need to rest after this last one, feeling your legs shaking still from your orgasmic pleasure.  I begin to suck the last berry from your cunt, driving my tongue deep in you.  Working around inside you with my tongue, having to use my fingers to spread you open so far so that I can get to the last berry.  I can feel your pussy throbbing, your explosion building quickly as I spread you open driving my tongue deep in you.  I capture the last berry with my tongue and get it in my mouth just as I feel your pleasure climaxing.  Holding you hard against my face as I feel you explode under me, sucking your juices into my mouth.  Driving deeply into you and sucking every drop from your throbbing exploding pussy.  

I am left throbbing anticipating my own explosion, feeling you weaken I know you are done for the time being but will be ready again, very soon.  I will wait for you to recover but need to release my own throbbing manhood.  So I kneel over the top of you and start stroking my hot throbbing cock for you to watch.

This gives you a great view of me as I take long strokes up and down my shaft.  Seeing your eyes and excitement knowing that I am about to cover you in my own hot cream.  I begin working it a little faster.  I am so ready to blast my hot cum load on your body, as I am watching you watch me work my hard and throbbing member.  Driving my strokes harder and harder while looking at your naked body.  I can see your pleasure all over your skin your breasts calling my cocks cum waiting for my load.  Your nipples are still hard from the pleasure of my sweet breakfast pussy sundae.  Watching your eye as I stroke faster and faster and faster, hearing your sweet voice telling me “cum baby, cover me in your cum” I am throbbing and ready to explode as I moan “here I cum” my cock shooting its hot load as I pump my cock.  Each stroke of my hand sending a new spray of hot cum onto.  The cum is shooting across your breast and all over your chest.  My hand working long stokes pushing hot cum all over you.  Oh god what a great feeling of release and such a beautiful site of my cum spreading across your body.

I lay down next to you and wrap my arms around you holding you tight, cuddling you as I expect we will both be napping soon, getting ready for another hot and exciting day of pleasure.  



Breakfast In Bed



I opened my eyes, but the room was in total darkness. I turned towards her, to once again hold her close to me, but all I found was an empty bed. I slowly sat up, my mind still clouded by the cobwebs of sleep. Had she left me so early? Had she really been there at all, or after so many years of hiding the truth, was this just another one of my fantasies?

My eyes were slowly getting accustomed to what little light there was in the room. This was not my bedroom. It was hers! We had made love with each other many times in this very bed, but I had never awoken here before. As I heard the click of the door handle turning, it all came rushing back to me. 

It wasn't her bedroom anymore…it was ours! Yesterday we had finally become free of all the chains that had tied us down. Years of waiting and hiding had finally come to an end. Now there would be no more hiding behind closed doors. No more waiting for an opportune moment. No more hoping that we would not be found out. Now we were both as free as the birds in the sky and I could finally say that she was mine!

The door opened and there she stood, outlined in silhouette, holding a tray in her hands. She was completely naked, but that was nothing unusual. When we were together, that was how we spent most of the days…as naked as the day we were born. Those days, although few and far between, were heaven for both of us. We had explored each other's body countless times and made love in almost every conceivable way, yet we never seemed to get enough of each other. Each time we made love was a whole new experience. It was almost as if every time was the first time.

I watched her naked figure walk towards me. Her dark brown hair hung loosely on her shoulders just slightly above her beautiful rounded breasts. Her ample hips, supporting her very ample ass swayed to and fro as her pubic area just seemed to glide in my direction. Her raw beauty still took my breath away, and I felt the common stirring in my penis.

I sat up and pulled the covers tight around my waist and she placed the tray on my lap. I looked at its contents. There was toast, hot croissants, scalding black coffee and…there was something missing. 

"No orange juice?" I softly asked her.

"Don't worry about the juice," she quietly replied, sitting at the foot of the bed, "you can have as much juice as you want later."

Tucking into my breakfast and taking care not to drop any crumbs on the bed, I looked to where she was seated, cross-legged. Her back was stock straight. Her breasts were like two full moons, white and creamy. Lower down, her pubic hair was as dark and mysterious as the night. I quickly finished the toast and croissants and after washing down with the coffee, she got up off the bed and took the tray away. Putting her hand on my chest, she softly spoke again.

"Lie down again my love."

When I was once again flat on my back she slowly pulled the covers off me and studied my nudity.

"Do I see the beginning of an erection there?" she asked with a smile parting her lips.

"Well you should know," I answered, my voice breaking into a laugh, "you've caused it to happen many times before."

"Oh!" she cried with glee. "He wants me!" and promptly lowered her head to my semi-erect member.

I sprang to attention deep inside her mouth as she pulled my foreskin down and gently bobbed up and down on my now solid tool. She stopped as quickly as she started and pulled away.

"Aren't you going to continue?" I asked her.

"I will, after you've finished your breakfast," she stated, climbing on to the bed and sitting on my tummy.

"But you've taken the tray away. I have finished my breakfast."

"Not quite," she corrected, holding a finger against my lips to still my voice. "You still haven't had your juice," and with that quickly moved up and sat on my face. "I have an unlimited supply of love juice for you my love. Suck my pussy and you can have all the juice you want."

This what I loved about her so much. She was so very comfortable with her own sexuality. She knew exactly what she wanted and was not afraid to ask for it. It was such a contrast to most of the other women I had been with. It was almost as if they thought they were sluts if they asked for their own pleasure. She fully lowered herself onto me. As soon as her already steaming pussy touched my mouth, she let out a long sigh.

"Oooooh yes! That is so good!" Simultaneously her hands went to her breasts and started tweaking her nipples. "Suck me off! Suck my wet pussy hard and fast! I want to feel your tongue against my clit and deep inside my hole!"

I slowly and deliberately run my tongue the length of her lips, each time slightly flicking against her swollen clit. Each time she let out a slight gasp and I continued on my way, up and down the full length of her soft wet pussy lips. 

"Please stop teasing me and do it properly," she begged. "I need you to do it to me. I need to feel you on my clit. I want to cum on your face."

I decided not to take heed of her plea. I wanted to slow her down, to give her a chance to enjoy each and every sensation. I knew her body and orgasms well enough to know how explosive she could be after taking a long time to come. I slightly parted her nether lips with my fingers and slowly penetrated her with my tongue. She rocked backwards and forwards, my tongue still buried inside her. With each movement she made her clit rubbed against my nose and her already glistening pussy got wetter and wetter. 

Her breathing had suddenly become short gasps and realised I had underestimated how close she really was to climaxing. Her sudden order took me by surprise.

"My clit! My clit! I'm coming soon!"

My mouth encircled her pussy, trapping her engorged love bud between my teeth. She jumped up and down on me, almost literally fucking my face.

"Yes! Yes!" she shouted. "Please don't stop! I'm cumming my love! Please don't stop!"

Not having the heart to tell her I was doing nothing, I kept my silence. Her clitoris had long escaped the clutches of my teeth and now she really was on her own.

She suddenly emitted a gut growl, deep from within and I knew she was on the home stretch. She stopped her riding movements and adopted a new form of attack. With her hands parting her lips she rubbed the length of her now drenched pussy along my slightly stubbled chin.

"Ooooooooh yes! I'm cumming so hard! Keep sucking me off!" She was almost there. "Now darling now!" she screamed and pushed with all her strength against my whole face as spasm after orgasmic spasm wracked her entire body. 

After what seemed like an eternity, she gradually calmed down and finally looked at my soaked face.

"You are such a wonderful lover darling!" she stated and placed her lips on mine and tongued my mouth as deeply as she could. 

She looked around and saw that my erection was still rampant. My helmet glistening, soaked with pre cum, she smiled at me. 

"Now it's Fred's turn."

She grasped 'Fred', (she always liked to call it Fred), and positioning my penis at the right angle she slid down onto it. She was so wet and so receptive that without hardly realising what had happened, she was impaled on my rampant member with almost no effort whatsoever. 

Oh damn! Her pussy was so hot! The sheer heat from her wonderful tunnel was almost enough to make me cum there and then. It was only sheer will power that stopped me shooting off deep inside her. 

She slowly rose up the length of my member and without warning slammed herself down the full length again. She took me completely by surprise and as she gasped out in ecstasy, I felt the sharpness as her ass struck my balls. If she decided to keep this up there was no way that I would be able to last. She rose on me and once again plummeted down, taking her own pleasure and driving me almost wild.

After seven more jumps on me, I knew I was in trouble, but she could feel it in me almost before I could. She quickly jumped off, and turning around swallowed my tool and guided her gaping pussy towards my face again.

"I'm almost there again honey," she said, momentarily relinquishing 'Fred' from the clutches of her mouth. "I want to cum with you this time!"

As her mouth once again went to work on me, I put a finger deep inside her pussy and licked her ass hole leaving it moist enough to allow me entrance with my finger. As my tongue worried her clitoris I slowly buried my finger in her ass hole. She squirmed and almost gagged as my finger went in the full depth. Although I had never fucked her up the ass, the thrill she got from having my finger up her ass and licking her pussy at the same time, nearly always drove her wild. 

Before long I could feel a tight constricting sensation in my balls and I knew that this time, there would be no turning back. She pushed her pussy onto my face and I knew that she was also at the point of no return. As my spunk rushed up my tool and spurt out, hitting the back of her throat, she shuddered in her own orgasm… her ass hole gripping my finger even tighter than ever. She swallowed every last drop of my spunk and when she had finally milked me dry she stopped to turn and lie next to me.

"What are we going to do today?" I asked her, giving her a kiss on he small button nose.

"We are going to sleep again," she stated. "You are going to get your rest because when we wake up we are going to spend the rest of the day fucking until we are both exhausted."

With that thought in mind I let her rest her head on my shoulder and we both fell into a dreamless sleep.

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This is the first erotic story I have ever written. As I normally write non-erotic fiction voting and any comments would be appreciated.

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Breakfast in Bed



As the alarm went off, my hand quickly snap from under the sheets to hit the snooze button. As I sat for a moment wondering if I could get just a few more moments of rest, my eyes glanced over to the love of my life. She didn’t stir at all when the alarm went off and I knew she was still fast asleep. Seeing her porcelain skin and the soft rise and fall of her body as she breathed brought me a sense of calm. Moving closer to her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. As I gently pulled her to me, the sweet smell of lavender drifted to my nose. Even asleep she smelled divine. A second look at the clock and I knew it was time to get started.

Pulling away, I turned the alarm off completely and got out of bed. I noticed that I had a good hour before she’d be stirring. The cool morning air breezed through the window and made the hairs on my legs perk up. Slipping into my bathrobe, I stepped out of the room quietly shutting the door behind me. 

Once in the kitchen, I started to prepare her favorite breakfast, a light oven-puff pancake. After quickly mixing the ingredients, I put them aside while the oven pre-heated. Turning my attention to presentation, I began to assemble the dishes on the bed tray. After getting the plate, cups and silverware placed in their appropriate positions, I ran to the backyard to pick strawberries and raspberries from our garden. 

Between washing and prepping the fruit and putting the pancake in the stove, I almost forgot about making the coffee but a quick inventory of where I was with everything reminded me. Two cups of water to every scoop of coffee; that’s how she liked it. No more, no less. 

At this point, I only needed to plate the pancake, pour the coffee and juice and take it in to her. With breakfast well underway, I stole a few moments for myself and decided to step into the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. As the warm water cascaded down my body, all I could think about was her naked frame asleep in the next room. Despite my strong desire to pleasure myself, I knew I had to wait for my opportunity. Besides, it wasn’t worth doing alone. Before leaving the shower, I checked to make sure that my crotch was neatly trimmed. She always likes a small patch of short hair directly surrounding my cock and baby smooth skin everywhere else. 

Stepping out of the shower, I glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that the pancake should be done any minute now. Rushing to dry off, I put my robe back on and went back into the kitchen to finish things. 

Finally, breakfast was ready to go and as the hour got closer to her waking time, I carried her breakfast into the bedroom. She was still asleep, looking so angelic it almost seemed a crime to wake her. 

“Sweetie, your breakfast is ready,” I called out to her gently. 

As I sat on the bed next to her, she began to stir and open her eyes. I saw a smile crease her lips. “Mmmm, what have we here?” she asked as she scooted up into a sitting position. I placed the tray over her legs and took a seat at the foot of the bed. 

“I thought you might like your favorite pancake this morning,” I beamed. “And the fruit is from the garden.” 

“It looks fabulous,” she praised. After taking a taste of her coffee, she commented, “But the coffee is a little weak.” 

I didn’t let this spoil the mood, as I know she’s rather picky about her coffee in the morning. She moved the tray from her legs to the bed beside her and slipped her feet around the bottom of the covers. Lifting a foot in the air, I moved to the end of the bed and grabbed her foot in my hands. So small, so delicate, her feet were always soft and smooth. She always loves her feet rubbed, and today I was more than happy to oblige. 

“Oh that feels good…” she cooed. 

As I lifted her legs to pull on her toes and rub her calves, the sheet covering the lower half of her body began to slide off. I tried stealing glimpses of her thigh and eventually tried to make my way up to her crotch. God was she beautiful, every last inch of her. Her legs were always smooth to the touch. I don’t know how she does it but she always feels as if she’d just shaved a half-hour ago. Pulling her foot to my chest allowed me to glimpse her cleanly shaven mound. She said it always made her feel better to have herself freshly shaved, and who was I to argue? My mouth began to water as my mind toyed with the idea of settling my head between her thighs and having my own favorite breakfast.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she mocked as a sly grin came over her. “Perhaps, if you’re good, you’ll get to have a breakfast treat.” 

She had always been a tease, and the worst part about it was that she knew I loved it. She knew I would do anything in order to get that treat. It had been days since I last wrapped myself up in her body. I felt like I could burst. 

“But first, you’ve done such a good job rubbing my feet, I think I wouldn’t mind you finishing with a little pedicure. What do you think?”

“I’d love to,” I responded. I wanted to spoil her this morning and make her feel like a queen. 

As she finished her pancake, she moved on to the fruit and picked up a strawberry. With a sultry look in her eyes, she toyed with the berry running it across her lips. She then proceeded to run the tip of the strawberry between her breasts, over her belly button and ran it around, then over her clit before bringing it back to her mouth to take a bite. 

“Better hurry, or I’ll have to enjoy my treat alone.” 

I needed no more encouragement and quickly went to the bathroom to get the nail clippers, emery board, buffer and polish. As I walked back into the bedroom, she was just finishing her fruit. Putting the pedicure equipment down, I picked up the bed-tray and took it to the kitchen. 

Returning to the bedroom, I sat back down at the end of the bed. The covers were completely off her body now. I allowed my eyes to drift over her as I took one of her feet into my hands. Her curves were intoxicating. She had a perfect frame and skin as smooth and soft as silk. Her hair was tussled from her night of sleep, falling and laying where it pleased, just barely touching her shoulders. Her breasts were the most perfectly shaped B-cups with nipples that never seemed to relax. Moving my gaze lower, I took in the sight of her pinched waist contrasted against curved hips that extended into muscular thighs. Again my mind started to wander, but I was soon brought back to reality by a jerk of her foot. 

Having done this before, I was able to quickly move through the motions while still paying attention to the little details. I’d never been a foot person, and while I still don’t find anything sexual about them, just touching her somewhere, anywhere, seemed to send chills to my groin. After clipping, cleaning and buffing, her toenails were ready for the clear nail polish she preferred. 

As I twisted the cap the bottle, I heard a moan escape her, and my eyes shot up. While I had been preparing her toes for the polish, her hand had slipped down her body and her fingertips were rubbing over her clit. Looking back to her face, her eyes were closed, head tilted slightly and her tongue pursed between her teeth. I was paralyzed for a moment but quickly gathered my wits and put the nail polish down beside the bed. I moved to position myself between her legs. She quickly stopped, opened her eyes and glared down at me. 

“What are you doing?” she asked. 

Stammering, I had no response. 

“No, don’t stop. Finish my toes. But enjoy the show,” she invited with a wink. 

Smiling, I went back to my work. She resumed her play shortly after. My attention was only partially on her toes as I continued to glance at her. I could see her glistening wetness as she ran her fingers through her pussy lips. She worked her fingers over her clit, through her lips and back to her clit. Occasionally, she would sink her fingers into her crotch before moving back to her clit, transferring her wetness to use as lubricant. I struggled to work on each of her toes, painted them one by one, then moved quickly on to her other foot. As I was placing one foot down and lifting the other, I watched her slide two fingers into her slippery hole, quickly withdrawing them out. 

“This should keep you focused,” she exclaimed as she lifted her fingers toward my mouth. Leaning in, I was rewarded with the slightly metallic sweet tang of her taste. It was like heaven. After sucking on her fingers for a few seconds, she pulled them back and returned her fingers to her self-pleasure. “Or perhaps not,” she teased. 

I began to work on her remaining toes, hoping to finish them as quickly as I could so that we could enjoy the rest of the morning together.

“Mmmm baby, this feels sooo good. You’re such a sweetheart,” she moaned as she continued to play with herself. The sounds of excitement continued to build and I tried to concentrate on what I was doing.

“Oh… I can imagine your cock sliding into my hot, moist pussy.” she purred. 

My mind was racing with thoughts of fucking, my blood boiling, my cock strained. She was wonderful. As I grabbed her foot to begin applying the nail polish, I could feel the arch of her foot strain against my grasp. My gaze moved up her legs, and I could see her fingers working furiously over her clit. Moving my eyes to her face, I could see the strain of muscles in her neck as her head tilted back and her groans grew louder. Shortly after, she reached her climax followed by a cry of “Oh god!!!” and I soon felt her foot begin to relax. I watched her body go slightly limp as her body fell into the bed. 

As her breathing slowed, she began to compose herself little by little. I quickly got back to work on her toenails. As I finished her last little toe, she pulled her foot up to inspect my work. 

“You’re getting good,” she commended. “How’d you like the entertainment?” 

“You know how I love to watch,” I responded. “Almost as much as I love to participate.” 

She grinned. “This was just a little something special to reward you for this morning.”

“Well, I thought you’d like to start your weekend off with a relaxing Saturday,” I said. 

“Such a considerate pet; you just might get that treat yet. But, there’s plenty of time for that later. Instead, I think I’d like to soak in the tub once my toes are dry.” 

Stepping from the bed, I gathered everything I had brought earlier from the bathroom. We’d followed the same routine the last four Saturdays. I only hoped, this time, I would finally get that treat. 

“Yes Mistress,” I called out before walking towards the bathroom to draw her bath.



Breakfast in Bed



Ann awoke and quietly slipped out of bed. She looked at Brad lying on his back totally oblivious to her movements exhausted from last night's incredible sex no doubt. He was definitely a gift to her and she wanted to please him for all that he had given to her. Tall and slender with short dark hair. He slept in the nude and she couldn't help but stare at his soft member, curled over looking snug. The muscles in his body were well defined especially his strong arms. Brad was such a good lover always making sure that Ann was pleased before allowing himself to get off. His willingness to try anything with her turned her on.

Today, it was Ann's turn to please Brad. She tiptoed down to the kitchen to gather some provisions. He was still sleeping when she returned setting her supplies on the bedside table.

Their bed was always prepared with ropes tied to each post. They shared a very experimental sex life. They knew each other's limits of what was acceptable or not. They both shared the openness to try new things and for this morning, Ann was going to introduce something new. She gently wrapped his wrists with the rope tying them in place. She only had to move his arm a little and was able to do so without disturbing his slumber. She moved to his ankles and tied them as well, moving the blankets just a little bit to reach him. 

Ann crawled in bed and snuggled up beside Brad. She softly kissed him on his lips as her hand moved over his chest, grazing over his breasts. His nipples hardened under her gentle touch. She used her tongue to lick lightly over his lips causing him to stir. 

His eyes fluttered open sleepily. "What? What's this?" Brad hazily asked trying to touch her and noticing right away he was tied up and couldn't move.

"Good morning lover." Ann whispered with a sly smile on her face. "I brought you breakfast in bed to thank you for all you do for me." Ann reached over to the table and picked up a grape. She brought it over to Brad's mouth. He opened his mouth and accepted the tiny morsel. 

"How do you expect me to eat if I am tied up?" Brad asked stretching his head forward against his tethered arms. Ann moved to her knees on the side of him and adjusted his pillows bringing his head up to a more comfortable position.

Ann giggled a little and answered saying, "Well, Brad, this is a very special breakfast in bed for you. I will take care of getting the food to you. She reached over and brought a piece of cantaloupe to his dry mouth. 

Brad decided he was going to like this right away. His lover in the nude, kneeling next to him feeding him delicious fruit, what could be better, he thought to himself. Little did he know that this was just the beginning.

Ann brushed her long dark hair to the side and looked directly into Brad's eyes with such deep desire. Brad just stared back getting lost in her deep brown dreamy eyes. "Brad, my love, you are in for a very special treat this morning. I hope you enjoy all that I have planned for you." She said in a soft sexy voice.

First, Ann took some more melon and began rubbing it all over her breasts. Brad could see the juice starting to drip down over her flesh. Round and round she pressed the fruit against herself paying special attention to her nipples. Brad continued to watch in amazement. He could see her brown nipples starting to come to life and harden. Ann held the fruit to her lips and slowly took a bite relishing its taste. The other part she offered to Brad to consume. 

Ann smiled as she reached over for a couple of strawberries. Brad loved strawberries and she knew it. Brad instinctively opened his mouth and was surprised when instead, Ann put them between her soft, tender breasts and squeezed them in between to hold them there. A big smile crept across Brad's face as he was starting to understand what was being planned. 

Ann straddled over Brad's body with a leg bent on either side of him keeping the fruit in place between her breasts. "Are you ready for more breakfast?" She asked him in a teasing voice.

Brad could feel his cock begin to twitch and awaken. He lay there tied and helpless. His eyes were looking at her perky dark nipples with strawberries being squeezed by her curvy tits. "Yes, I'm ready." He answered excitedly.

Ann bent forward offering Brad his breakfast in breast. His willing mouth was open and eager. He brought his tongue to one nipple licking and flicking its tip, sucking so hungrily. He was able to taste the faintness of melon. Moving to the other without stopping. He was tonguing and sucking his way up towards his goal. 

Ann's dark areolas were rock solid and his slightest touches sent incredible sensations through her body. Brad stretched his tongue searching and probing for the fruit. Ann watched Brad at his work and could feel herself getting moist in the depths of her cunt. She loosened her hold on her tits allowing Brad the pleasures of finding the fruit. He was able to bury his face in the middle of her warm tender flesh while enjoying the fine taste of his favorite fruit. The juice wet his throat and Ann heard a moan escape from his mouth as he realized his prize.

Reaching over to the bowl of goodies on the side table, Ann took another strawberry. She placed it between her teeth and brought her mouth down to Brad's. Brad tenderly took a bite of the fruit as Ann accepted the other half, letting their lips kiss each other. With mouths closed at first to swallow their tasty treat, followed then by a deeper kiss. Using their tongues they explored each other's mouths fervently. Ann's hands caressed the sides of Brad's face and down his chest. Her eyes looked down and saw his cock was standing at attention. She smiled to herself knowing that she had caused this to happen. "Are you ready for more breakfast?" Ann whispered in Brad's ear kissing him there. "Oh, yes!" Brad answered enthusiastically.

From the bowl, Ann showed Brad a nice juicy piece of watermelon. She took a bite, letting the cool drippings drop unto his chest. Her hand smeared the rest of the fruit over her body. She covered her breasts again keeping her nipples stimulated and down her belly. She continued to rub down towards her cunt that was sitting on her lover's chest. Using her fingers she rub her clit as she caused it to protrude from its hood. The melon seemingly disappeared except for the wetness over Ann's body shining in the early morning light. Brad was getting excited. He tried to move his hands to touch her but was unable to move them. He lifted his head but was limited at that as well. 

"Patience my love. There is more to come." Ann whispered noticing Brad's movements. Brad was so turned on. He loved to watch his lover caress herself. Brad could feel the aching in his cock begin to pound even harder. 

Brad didn't see the next goody that Ann picked from the bowl. She lifted herself off from his chest and her hand went down to her cunt placing something inside. Ann brought her cunt to Brad's face. He knew what to do.

Sticking his tongue out towards her hole, Ann lowered herself to meet him. Brad dove in smearing his face into Ann's cunt curling his tongue and moving it in circles inside her. He was unable to reach the treasure she had buried inside. She adjusted the pillow behind his head giving him a better angle to perform. Brad could taste the sweetness of her natural juices mixed with a hint of watermelon and strawberry. He continued to suck her up.

"Oh Brad, that feels so good. I want you to bite me too." Ann said as she gyrated her hips over him. She moved her fingers slowly down her body to her clit. She rubbed and flicked it as he used his tongue. He moved his mouth all around totally consuming every area he could reach. Using his teeth he teased her lips and moved to her clit pushing her hand out of the way. A loud moan escaped her. 

Brad looked up and saw her breast bouncing and her head arched back. He knew she was close. He felt her cunt muscles contracting. He plunged his tongue in deeply using his teeth to continue to bring her pleasure with her clit. Another loud groan came from deep within Ann. Her body tensed squeezing around Brad's face. She came in force, spraying her sweet juice out and all over Brad. It was more than he could handle in his strapped down position. Her cum splashed all over his face. Its force pushed a grape out of her cunt and into Brad's mouth. He bit into it and could taste a new sensation. Another grape came flying out of her cunt and into his mouth. It was so soft and sweet. 

Ann moved her body off from Brad's chest sliding her wetness over to his waist stopping just short of his rugged cock leaving him laying there with all her dripping cum all over him. She laid down over him and began to lick his neck and cheeks cleaning up her own sticky taste that she had sprayed over him. She joined lips with Brad and consummated the experience in its entirety. Her mouth was wildly licking and sucking every spot of her wetness from his skin. Kissing his ear she whispered, "Oh Brad, you were wonderful. Have you enjoyed your breakfast?"

"Baby, this is incredible. I love it, but my cock is hungry too. When are you going to feed it?" Brad said feeling the pulsing in his shaft reminding him of his own desires.

"Well honey, I have a very special treat to take care of that." She announced with revived energy. 

Ann's arm reached over to the table and grabbed a can of whipped cream. She sat herself up again and scooted down between his spread legs. Ann's mouth revealed a sly smile as she asked, "Are you ready?" 

Brad couldn't believe all the thought that Ann had put into this special morning experience. This was something so new and exciting for them to treasure. "Hell yes baby. Give it to me. I want you so bad right now. I can't wait much longer." He responded quickly.

Ann shook the can and aimed it at his huge cock. She sprayed it starting at the base of his cock and all the way up his entire 8-inch member. She held it in her hand upright and added a dollop to the tip. Setting the can down, Ann brought her mouth down to lightly lick the cream away from the top. She opened her mouth and cupped it around the tip. Breathing in she sucked off the silky smooth cream. 

Brad was able to see almost everything. He watched wishing he could move and thrust his cock deep within his lover. He did manage to pull his hips up to meet her ravenous mouth. Brad realized that being tied up he had lost power over her, but somehow, gained it by not being able to respond as he normally would. 

Ann's tongue was licking down one side of Brad's hardness and up the other side lapping up all the cream and letting it smear on her face. Descending on his length to his balls she glided her mouth. She looked up into Brad's brown eyes staring at her. With her hand holding his cock, and her tongue ravishing it all over, she smiled at him showing him her satisfaction in pleasing him. 

After all the cream was gone, Ann shook the can again. This time she pointed it in her mouth and squeezed filling it. After swallowing some she brought her mouth back down to his prepared dick. With her mouth still filled she inhaled his cock. Brad didn't know what hit him. She bobbed her head so fast and so deep it amazed him. She sucked him all in, his entire shaft with the cream keeping her lips tightly pursed around it. Ann knew what she was doing and she used her knowledge of how Brad liked things done to bring him ultimate pleasure. She turned her head around bringing her face down deeply and back up pushing with her tongue under his cock on his very sensitive vein.

"Ann that feels so incredible. Don't stop. I love it. It won't take me long baby. Keep going." Brad managed to say in between his deepening breathes.

Hearing this just made Ann quicken her pace thoroughly taking in every hard inch of Brad's cock and going up to the rim of his cock over and over. Ann used her hand to massage Brad's balls gently. She was fucking his mouth with such skill and desire. Her lips never loosening their grip as she worked. Bringing her mouth down completely letting his cock hit the very back of her throat again and again with her every thrust. She slammed her face down with such exquisite force that Brad felt his balls twitching for release.

"Oh baby, oh girl. I am gonna cum. I am gonna cum baby." Brad yelled out as a deep trembling surged through his body and came firing out deep into the depths of Ann's throat. Spurt after luscious spurt, Ann kept swallowing getting it all in. There was so much that she had to hold some in her mouth until she could swallow more. Ann felt a little drip out of the corner of her mouth and let it drip. After Brad had emptied every last drop of his precious juice, Ann brought her mouth gently up to the top of his sensitive cock making sure not to lose any of his sweetness. She sucked tenderly the tip of his member and gave it a final kiss before releasing it. 

Ann crawled over his body and lay there resting her head on his chest. Brad turned his face and kissed her hair. "Is there anything else in store for me Ann or will you release me from my tethers?" Brad asked in a soft voice. 

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Ann bent over and kissed Brad and said "good morning lover, let's shower." She stood up and untied Brad's restraints. They sat together in bed and fed each other the remaining fruit before they headed off to the bathroom to wash each other up.



Breakfast In Bed With Grandma



The sun was shining outside on a beautiful Saturday morning when I woke up with morning wood. Instinctively, I palmed my erection and slowly started to slide up and down my shaft. I had just awoken from a dream about my sister at the beach; in the dream, she was wearing a thin white tube top and a red bikini bottom, her nipples poked through the thin fabric as her big breasts filled her top. I flipped off my bed sheets, my swollen member basked in the warm rays that filtered through the blinds. I was just about to start whacking off when the door opened and my grandmother walked in with a tray full of food.

"Good morning, darling. For breakfast today, I thought it'd be nice to... oh my..." she said before she stopped mid sentence in full view of my erection.

I couldn't respond, how could I? My grandmother had just caught me masturbating. The awkward silence finally stopped when Grandma spoke again, "As I was saying, I thought it'd be nice to have breakfast in bed, with eggs, bacon, and I guess now, some sausage," she smiled. 

With that, Grandma walked up to my bed and set the tray on top of my legs, pressing my swollen penis against it. I was too shocked to move, because all I could concentrate on was my grandmother's large breasts that dangled dangerously close to me as she leaned over; even through the blouse that she was wearing today, I could see Grandma's large cup sized bra straining to hold her tantalizing bust; breasts that I had been fantasizing about since I was 14. At every family gathering I would try my best to cop a feel with a long hug; the last time was during my eighteenth birthday. It was quite a surprise when she showed up yesterday on her way back a vacation. 

"I think it would be best if we could spend a little private grandmother-grandson time together," Grandma suggested as she closed and locked the door behind her. "Now start eating, dear, because I spent quite some time making this delicious meal for you and I'm beginning to get a little hungry myself."

I still couldn't respond as my erection began to hurt because it was so hard. 

"Oh honey, don't be shy about being nude in front of your dear old grandma," she teased, "You know, it makes me very proud to see that my grandson is so well endowed." Grandma reached over and replaced my hand with hers, wrapping her soft fingers around my swollen member. "It does an old woman good to be in the same room with such a virile young man like yourself."

"Fine, since you won't start eating, there's no point in wasting food. Would you mind if your grandma ate a little bit of your food?" With just a quick nod from me, Grandma moved the tray and bent over, lowering her mouth to the head of my throbbing penis. 'Maybe I should start with some sausage, mmm..."

I threw my head back in ecstasy when I first felt Grandma's warm wet lips engulfing the tip of my penis; her tongue lashed roughly as Grandma let out a small moan. 

"Oh, Grandma, suck me," I said as the reality hit me that my own grandmother was giving me a blowjob. I grabbed a hand full of hair as I pushed more of my cock into my grandmother's hungry mouth.

Grandma deep-throated my entire length she buried her face into the hilt of my crotch, the head of my cock sliding down her throat. I could feel her tongue trying to wrap around my shaft as my grandmother began bobbing her head up and down my engorged member. With one hand, Grandma started playing with my balls, and with the other, she held sturdy the base of my erection as she continued to suck. I let out a low moan as Grandma began to blow harder and faster, I could feel the building tension as the muffled moans of my grandmother echoed lightly in the room. 

"Grandma, don't stop! I'm almost cumming!" I panted as I felt the build up of semen in my balls starting to shoot up in my shaft. 

I let out a loud groan as I buckled underneath and began to spray my cum down my grandmother's throat, flooding her mouth as she ferociously drank it up. My groan turned into yells as Grandma kept sucking on my deflating cock, each bob of her head sending huge waves of pleasure searing through my body. Finally, as a very limp and very sore penis slipped out of her mouth, Grandma stood up and looked at the work that she had done; her grandson laying motionless in front of her, with the taste of his semen in her mouth and down her throat. 

"Thank you so much, darling, I'm quite full now," she smiled, "But now it's your turn to have a little taste," Grandma said as she lifted her arms up to her chest and cupped her breasts.

"It sure did get hot in here very quickly, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if your silly grandmother took off some of her clothes," Grandma said as she began to pull off her blouse.

All I could was smile in return as I felt my penis stir at the sight of my grandmother's huge bust as she tossed her blouse away and began to slide down her bra straps. 



Breakfast In Bed With Honey



Already the day is warm, sunlight streaming in the windows, birds singing, a soft breeze moving the curtains. I slide back into bed, a tray with your breakfast on it in my hands. Leaning over I softly kiss you awake, smiling as your eyes open on the new day. Laughing as you grab for me, trying to keep from spilling the tray, admonishing you to behave. Giving up for now, you sit up, stretching, yawning, almost as eager for the hot coffee as you are for me. While you enjoy the first sips, I butter your toast and drizzle it with sweet clover honey. Reaching out to you with the toast in my hand, feeding it to you bite by bite. Unable to resist, I move in to quickly kiss the sweetened crumbs from your lips. Then sitting back, sheet wrapped around me, as you finish your breakfast and we make plans for the day. 

Running my fingertip through a drop of honey on your plate, tasting it absentmindedly, I begin to smile. I take the hold of the dipper in the honey crock and swirl it around, pulling it out and leaning over to drizzle honey on your chest. You laugh in pleased surprise as I remove the breakfast tray from the bed, keeping only the crock of honey. I straddle you, leaning down to lick the honey from your chest, loving the mix of sweet stickiness and the taste of your skin on my tongue. I can feel you hard beneath me, but I have plans to slowly eat you up, having you for my breakfast. I stick my finger in the honey, gathering a bit to spread on your nipples, rubbing it on in exciting little circles. As you shiver, I softly suck the honey off, using the tip of my tongue to tease you as I get the last sticky bit. I'm so enjoying this, rocking my wetness against you, bringing my fingers to your lips for you to taste, moaning softly as you kiss the honey from them. Leaning down, my nipples brushing against your sticky chest, I kiss your sweet sexy mouth, hands in your hair, kissing you deeply, my body swaying over yours. 

Grinning, I slide off of you, taking the sheet with me, exposing your beautiful hard cock. I bend over for a quick taste, softly sucking the head with my lips, teasing out the first sweet drop with my tongue. I lift your cock up against your belly, holding it there while I generously smear honey all over your balls, my hand warming it, causing a little to run down the cleft of your ass. I'm having such fun playing with your balls, the hair all sticky, listening to you moan. I start to lick the hairs, pulling them with my lips, sucking the honey from them. I slowly suck one of your balls into my mouth, all sticky and gooey, getting honey all over my chin and lips, squeezing you softly. Fondling your other ball with my hand, I bring it to my lips, open wide, and slowly suck it, my mouth now totally full. Rolling your balls around in my mouth, the honey sliding down my throat, I trail one sticky finger along the path of honey dripping to your ass, tenderly massaging that sweet spot. You groan, raising your hips to expose yourself to me even more, and I abandon your plump, heavy balls to follow my finger with my tongue. I lick you from balls to ass with long firm strokes, making you shake with pleasure. Spreading your cheeks, I drizzle some more warm honey on you, making a little puddle. I slowly rub it into you, making a circle with my fingertip, slipping just the tip into your warm sticky hole. I move my finger around inside of you, coating you with honey, and bring my tongue to join it, licking around the finger. I gently slide out the finger, using the tip of my tongue to replace it. Tonguing you, feeling you squirm, I know I'm driving you crazy. 

Your cock is hard as hell, ready to burst, and I'm not finished with you yet. I want to taste your cock coated in honey. I sweetly ask you to stand at the edge the bed, and how can you resist, knowing how well I can suck your cock from this position. Once you are standing in front of me, I reach again for the honey crock and push it up on your cock, fucking you with the dense sticky stuff, burying your cock in it, then pulling it back, watching the honey adhere to you. The look on your face is priceless. I pull off the crock finally, using my hand to milk off some of the excess, and take you in my mouth, sliding up and down the length of you, my face now a sticky mess. All I can think of is how it will be to have your juices mixed with the honey in my mouth. I start sucking you faster, teasing you with my tongue, nibbling a little; my sticky hands grasping your ass, pulling you deep into my throat, intent on drinking you dry. 

Suddenly you've had enough of my being in charge, taking my time. You push me back on the bed, grab the honey and pour streams of it on my nipples, dripping it down my stomach, and pouring it on my wet cunt. Without hesitation you push your cock deep in me, honey squeezing out around it. You fuck me slow and deep, sticking to me each time you pull back. My legs in the air, pushing against you, whimpering as you grab my breasts, pushing them together, squeezing them, sucking the nipples. I am so close, desperate, wanting it so badly. You grab my hips and pull me onto you, faster, harder, both of us frantic now. Growling, you grab a nipple between your teeth, biting, pulling, sending me over the edge, my cunt tight around you as I shake. Pulling my legs over your shoulders, you make your last hard thrusts, breath rasping, moaning, filling me with your hot cum. Collapsing, sweaty, exhausted, we lay entwined in each other, all previous plans forgotten; the only plan now is maybe a shower.