1 comments/ 12823 views/ 1 favorites Christine and Jonny Ch. 01 By: fukensploogin He recognized her from the pictures she had sent him, when she pulled her car to a stop in front of his house. She was prettier in the flesh, he could see, as she stepped out of the car. She was curves in all the right places. It was a very hot and humid, lazy August afternoon. Christine was wearing a red minidress, and it looked like it had been made specifically for her. Held up by thin spaghetti straps on her shoulders, a plunging neckline, where, for a long wonderful moment, Jonny lost himself in her cleavage. He could see parts of a lacy black bra, holding her breasts up, forming those wonderful curves. The dress fit snug to her body, the thin material clinging to her sweaty skin. The minidress ended on her upper thighs, flaring out with a flirty bounce. Jonny was sitting on a chair in the shade of his front porch. He was wearing blue jeans and sandals, no shirt. She could only see his head from the street. There was a three-foot wall around the porch. She walked up the steps. "Hi Jonny," she said. "Hi Christine," he replied, standing up. She jumped to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. "You came," he said. "I can't believe you came." This young sexy woman in his arms was like something out of his best wet dream. She was grabbing onto him tightly, her hands running up and down his back. One of her hands grabbed his ass. "Just as nice as I thought," she said, squeezing his butt. He held her tight to his body, and grabbed her tight round ass, squeezing it, caressing it. "You are sexier in person than in any of the photos," he said. "And the photos were all very sexy." "Thank you," she said. "Do you want to go inside?" She gently rubbed against him. "Christine, baby, it's even hotter in there than it is out here. Why don't you sit next to me, or in my lap, out here for a while. I know you drove far and hard to get here. Do you want a beer or something?" "The thing that kept me going, all the way from the coast, was knowing that when I got here, I'd finally have you inside me." Jonny sat down in his chair, and he looked up at Christine. "Well, I can't say no to that." He unzipped the fly of his shorts and pulled them and his boxers down to the ground. "Nobody can see from the street, and hardly anyone comes down this street anyway," he said. She eyed his cock, smiling wide. She knelt down in front of him and grabbed his cock with her small hand, and Jonny groaned. She slid her hand up and down his cock, using his sweat to lubricate him. She kissed him—finally that kiss—and he felt her tits while she jacked him, and they lost themselves in their kiss. His cock was soon at full mast, standing rock hard in her hand. She broke the kiss, smiled at him devilishly, and then, mouth open, descended on his cock, taking first the head into her mouth, sucked on it, took a little more inside, sucking on it lightly. Jonny felt the wet warm of her mouth engulf his cock and he groaned again. He took her hair in his hands and held it back behind her head, loosely. She sucked harder on his cock, taking more into her mouth. She started playing with his balls with her hand, and then he felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat, and he squeezed her hair in his hand, tightly, holding her head. He slowly moved her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She moaned and tried to push away from him, but he only squeezed her hair tighter and forced her head up and down faster. His cock got bigger and harder and thicker as she sucked it, and now it was filling her throat every time he brought her head all the way down. He drove his cock down her throat, burying her nose in his dark curly pubic hairs. She moaned some more, and the vibrations along his cock were too much for him to handle. He pulled her head up, by the hair, taking his cock out of her mouth. He pulled down on her hair, forcing her to look up, and then he pulled her closer to him, and with his free hand he grabbed his hard cock, aimed, pumped up and down just once, and blew his load on her chest, squirting gobs of cum into her cleavage, on her lacy black bra, and on her red dress. He finished coming, let go of her hair, and fell back in his chair. She smiled wickedly at him. "You really do know exactly what I want," she said, before grabbing her tits, one in each hand, and licked the semen off, gulping it down. "You're delicious," she said. "Can I have that glass of water?" He handed her his glass of water. She took a sip and then poured it on her chest, all of it, drenching the front of her red minidress, washing away what was left of the cum she couldn't reach with her tongue. "Did that water help you cool down?" Jonny asked her. Christine smiled again. "I'm still hot where it counts," she said. She climbed into his lap, sitting sideways across him, and they kissed again, gently, eyes closing. He held her tightly to him, his hands roaming from her sweaty thighs, to her tight round ass, across her belly, and up to her wet tits, squeezing each one gently, before roaming back down to her belly. He inched his fingers down, down, to her bare smooth thighs, and she spread her legs for him. He kept kissing her, his tongue probing her mouth now, crossing her lips, over her tongue. His fingers crawled up her inner thigh, until finally he came to the thong she was wearing. He traced a finger from her asshole, across her pussy lips, and then to her clit. "Your panties are soaked," Jonny said. "That happened as soon as I saw you," she said. They kissed again, passionately, and he slowly moved her thong out of the way of his probing fingers, and his fingers found her clit, and he toyed it between his index finger and thumb. She moaned into his mouth and he made a little circle around her clit, and she moaned again. He kept rubbing circles on her clit with his thumb, and with his index finger probed her opening, the wetness between her pussy's lips. A few more circles on her clit, and then he slowly slid his finger into that hot wet loveliness. First to a knuckle, and then another, and then, inside her, he tapped against the upper wall of her pussy, searching for that special spot. He tapped a few times, searching inside her, rubbing her clit still, until she broke the kiss, threw her head back and moaned, loudly. He kept tapping her spot, now that he had found it, and, still doing circles on her clit... she started bucking her hips against his hand, and he slid his middle finger into her pussy. She gasped and moaned again, as he was using both fingers to rub her g-spot now. "Jonny—I'm coming!" she cried, suddenly, and when she did, he stopped rubbing her clit, slid his ring finger into her pussy, and rapidly slid all three fingers in and out of her hot pussy. She cried out, and he fucked her pussy harder with his fingers. In and out, as far as possible, she was tossing her head back and forth and bucking her hips hard against his hand, trying to get as much of his fingers into her soaking wet pussy as possible. Her body was wracked by one last wave of wonderfulness, the orgasm overtaking her, and then she was done, exhausted from coming harder than she had in a long time. She threw her arms around him, held him tight. He slid his fingers out of her pussy and hugged her tightly. "I'm so happy you came to me," Jonny whispered in her ear as he held her in his strong arms. "I still can't believe you're actually here. This is like a dream." Christine smiled, snuggled up against his muscular body. "It's the best dream I've ever had," she said. They held each other for a while, and the day lazed away, slowly. It was midafternoon, and had only gotten hotter and muggier. "Is there any escape from this heat?" she asked him. "Sometimes a shower can help, right around now. Wash away the sweat and the humidity," Jonny said. Christine was up in a heartbeat. "I only want to shower if you're in there with me," she said. "I'm not letting you out of my sight." Jonny took her hand and led her inside the small house. The bathroom was across from his bedroom. "I'll show you that room later." "Okay," she said. He opened the bathroom door and led her inside. He turned on the water, not too cold but definitely not hot, just right, and then turned to Christine. They kissed again, wrapping their arms around each other. He reached behind her and found the zipper of her minidress, and slowly pulled it down. With his free hand he slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, and then the minidress fell to the floor. He took a step back to admire her beauty. She was standing there in her black lacy bra and tiny black thong. She giggled, watching his eyes take all of her in. She let one of the bra should straps fall off her shoulder. He stepped to her, kissed her again, and deftly reached behind her and undid the clasp holding her bra on. It fell to the floor and her breasts fell out, perky and round, perfect, like he had imagined, and even better than in the photos. He kissed her again and she grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it up, off his body and to the floor. His shorts fell and so did his boxers, and then he knelt before her, running his hands up and down her smooth sexy legs, then sliding his thumbs inside the string band of her thong, and slid it down her body, revealing to his eyes, finally, her shaved pussy. He looked up at her, from his knees. She smiled. "Let's shower," she said. He stood up. His cock was hard again. He turned on the shower and they stepped in, closing the curtain behind them. He stood Christine in next to the showerhead, with her back to it, facing him, and the water splashed on her shoulders and back, running down the front of her, between and around her beautiful breasts, which Jonny could hardly, for the moment, take his eyes off. She smiled and reached over to him and grabbed his hard cock, stroked it slowly up and down. She got her hair wet, and arched her back, letting the water run over her head. She held onto his cock. He took a step closer to her and grabbed her hips. He held her close to him, and she let go of his cock, because it was right where she wanted it... between her legs. She moved her head and let the cool water splash on his chest, and she ran her fingers through the light curls she found there. She could feel the heat from his cock between her legs, the shaft rubbing against her pussy lips and her clit, the head of his cock dangerously near her asshole. She rubbed against it, relishing the heat the stiffness of it between her legs. He grabbed the soap, and, still rubbing his cock between her legs, soaped up his hands and then rubbed that soapiness on her shoulders, across her neck... and down to her breasts. He cupped each tit in a soapy hand and rubbed gently, building a lather around her tits. He then slowly moved his soapy hands down her sides, to her hips, soaping across her belly and down to her hips and then her thighs... He took a step back, and for a second she was sad that his cock was gone, as she had been very much enjoying grinding against it, but then she smiled again when it was replaced with his soapy hand rubbing her cleanly shaved kitty, from back to front, his fingers toying for only a second at her asshole, then slowly across her pussy, pushing gently, slowly, surprisingly deeply into her, the soap in her pussy now, and then to her clit. She moaned and then started rubbing her tits with her hands, lathering the soap on her hands. He watched her touch herself and his soapy fingers probed deeper and she moaned and then reached down and grabbed his cock again, rubbing the soapy foam up and down it, her hands wrapped around it, one hand soaping his balls and the other jacking his cock, rapidly now, because the soap and water made it nice and slick. "Oh god Christine, I can't take it anymore—" "Neither can I—" she said, and as she did, he grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her hands away from his cock, and spun her around, so that her back was to him. He pushed her up against the wall, pressing her harshly, pushing her tits against the cold tiles. He was behind her, and she could feel his big hard soapy cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. He still held her arm, tightly, pressing her hard against the wall. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and guided the head between her legs, and he rubbed it around, until he found what he was searching for... the head of his cock slid into her pussy, but she was tight after that. He grabbed hold of her hip and kept her pressed against the cold tiles. "Jonny—" she said, but then she was cut off as another inch of his hot cock slid into her. He pulled it back for a second, and the head rubbed against the g-spot he had been tapping earlier, and then when he thrust again, his cock slid all the way in, quickly, suddenly, and Christine gasped from the pleasure of being suddenly filled. His cockhead hit every hot spot in her pussy on its way in. He kept it in for a second, before slowly sliding it out, the head hitting each spot again, rubbing slowly against them. He let go of her arm and put that hand on her other hip, holding her body tightly, and when just the cockhead was left in her pussy, he pushed down on her hips and thrust upward with his cock, filling her even more deeply than he had before! He stepped back and guided her back, and she bent over a bit, holding herself with her hands on the wall, and he started moving his cock in and out of her a little bit faster, building a slow, steady rhythm. "Your pussy is the most amazing thing I have ever felt around my cock," he told her, whispering in her ear. "Your cock hits me in all the right spots," she said. She was coming in moments, crying out to him. He fucked her harder. He slapped her ass a few times and started driving his cock into her, fucking her hard. She cried out. "It's so big!" she said. He rubbed her tits and squeezed her nipples, slowing down his fucking a little bit. "Yeah?" "I don't think my pussy has ever been stretched like this," she said. He rubbed her ass with one hand and then with the other reached around and rubbed her clit. "Oh, that feels good," she said, and moaned. He rubbed her clit faster as he started fucking her faster. "Yeah it does, your pussy is so hot, I'm gonna fill it with my cum, is that okay?" "That's exactly what I wanted," she said, and when she did, she felt his cock suddenly grow even bigger, a thick rod filling her, stretching her pussylips, and she started to come, and she felt the jets of his hot cum shoot through her, deeply into her pussy, farther than she knew her pussy went. His cock held rigidly, filling her, and she came, her pussy grabbing at his cock, trying to pull his cock further into her. He pulled her close to him, his hands on her hips, trying to drive his cock further, her pussy pulling his cum out of him. The pleasure subsided... he slid out of her, and they both fell to the floor of the tub, letting the water wash over them. He held her in his arms again, and they kissed... they never could stop kissing... Christine and Jonny Ch. 02 Jonny and Christine held each other in the shower for a while, cool water beating down on their shoulders. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. She felt safe in his strong arms. She liked the way her naked body fit against his. His hands were rubbing the sore muscles in her back. She smiled as she felt his fingers rub out the kinks. "The driver here was hard on you," he commented. She nodded, purring from the massage. "You'll have plenty of time to relax, now that you're here." She smiled again. "I think you'll get along well with everyone else here, too." She raised an eyebrow. "This place isn't all yours?" "I wish. During the school year there are six people in this house. It's not quite that crazy, now that it's summer." "Well, who are they?" "My friend Bryan lives in a room down this hall. He's a bartender downtown, so he keeps fairly odd hours. My room is in the basement. And—" There was a knock on the bathroom door. A female voice rang out: "Jonny, are you almost done in there?" Christine looked at the door. That voice... she could have sworn she'd heard it before, somewhere. "And that's Elizabeth," Jonny continued. He shouted at the door: "We'll be out in a minute, Elizabeth!" Elizabeth? Christine thought. No... couldn't be. Jonny turned off the shower, opened the shower curtain. He wrapped a towel around Christine's wet body before he started toweling himself off. There was another knock on the door. "Jonny, who are you in there with?" Elizabeth demanded. Christine's eyes grew wide. That voice was unmistakable. "Elizabeth!" Christine said, an exclamation. The door was suddenly flung open, and there was standing Christine's best friend from her freshman year of college, Elizabeth, an Italian goddess. She was wearing only a towel. She leapt to Christine and hugged her tightly. Then, at the same time, each said to the other: "What the hell are you doing here?" Jonny laughed. "How do you two know each other?" "I told you about Elizabeth," Christine said. "She's the one girl who ever kissed me." "I remember," Jonny said. "How did you get here? With Jonny?" Christine asked. She couldn't believe what was happening. "A year after I left Hood, I ran away. I wanted to go to California. I stopped here in Columbia, Missouri for a night. I was having dinner by myself at the hotel bar, when in walks this guy," Elizabeth explained. "That's me," Jonny said. "He was really nice, and we hung out for the rest of the night, after he took care of some business of something," Elizabeth said. "I don't usually frequent hotel bars," Jonny said. "I was there to get some weed from a friend from out of town." "That was some really good weed," Elizabeth commented. She turned to Christine. "So what were you doing here? And in the shower with Jonny no less! Jonny, I don't think I've ever known you to bring home a girl!" She whacked Jonny on his arm. "And how come you never told me you knew her?" Christine blushed and said: "Well... we met on the internet, in a chat room, and I never wanted to stop talking to him. And then I ran away, just a few days ago, to come here." "Christine!" Elizabeth said. "I never thought you would do something like that!" "Love will make you do crazy things," Christine said, looking back at Jonny. He blushed and ran his towel through his thick curly brown hair. "Jonny you better treat her right, or I'll beat you up," Elizabeth said. "Now get out of here, I need to shower and then we can hang out all night, okay?" "That sounds great, Elizabeth," Jonny said, and he led Christine from the bathroom. "I'll get your bag," he said. She had left it on the front porch. He ran outside to get it. There was still daylight outside. He brought her bag inside and then he led her through the kitchen and down a flight of stairs, into the basement. "My room is right over here. If you want your own room, there's one right next to mine. Or you can probably just stay in my room. Or Elizabeth's. Whatever you like." She looked up at him and said: "I'd like to stay with you, Jonny." He smiled and led her into his room. It was small, and most of the room was taken up by the queen-sized bed. There was room for a desk and chair, and his laptop computer sat on the desk. Old rock and roll posters covered every square inch of wall. The bed wasn't made. It had four thin metal posts, one at each corner. Christine sat down on the bed and her towel accidentally came undone, leaving her naked again. Jonny closed the door and then looked at her for a moment, admiring her beautiful body. She blushed, but he came over and kissed her, on the lips, softly. Their lips never came apart as they moved up the bed, kissing each other until her head came to rest on his pillow. He kissed her harder then, and pressed his body against hers, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. He reached under the pillows, and she heard the light clanking of metal, but his kisses were too distracting for her to see was it was. He suddenly had her wrist in his hand. He broke the kiss and grabbed her other wrist, pulling them close to each other, over her head. "Jonny, what—" Something cold and metal was suddenly wrapped around each of her wrists. Jonny was suddenly kneeling over her, straddling her at her belly. He had another pair of handcuffs in his hand, and with these he attached her cuffs to the metal bedframe, over her head, so she could not move her hands. "Jonny, let me go," she pleaded. "Please, Jonny, let me go..." He shook his head, smiling wickedly and looking down at her. "I've wanted to do this since the first time we talked, when you said you wanted a dominant man." His cock was hard and right in front of her face. He placed the pillow under her head, and then rubbed her tits, squeezing them, and he leaned down so he could press his cock on them. He did and she squirmed. He grabbed each of her tits and pressed them together, with his cock in the middle, and slid it back and forth. She squirmed some more underneath him, but she was stuck. She could not get away. He rubbed his cock some more between her tits before climbing up the bed a bit more, and he held his hard cock in his hand and rubbed it all over her face, getting a little precum on her lips. She licked at it with her tongue, and then he pressed the head of his cock against her lips. She held her mouth tightly shut. "Open up, you little slut," Jonny said. She couldn't believe what he had just called her! She opened her mouth to protest, and when she did he slid his cock right in. She tried to talk around it but her tongue couldn't form the words with his big hard cock in her mouth. He slid his cock in and out, slowly. "Suck on it, you know you like it, Christine, you know you like to be my little whore, let me do anything I want to you, you slut." He started moving his cock in and out a little faster. His cock was hitting the back of her throat, and then she realized how wet she was. Well... she'd been wet since she'd arrived, Jonny just seemed to have that effect on her. But she found herself loving what he was doing to her. And the things he was saying to her... She started sucking on his dick, running her tongue all over it as best she could. He started fucking her mouth faster, his cock going in and out, down her throat every time he thrust in, and she sucked on the full length of him. He grabbed the back of her head with his hands suddenly, and pushed his cock into her mouth and down her throat as far as it would go. It suddenly got bigger in her throat and mouth, and she couldn't breathe. He kept it there, and suddenly his cock was spasming in her throat, firing its cum down her throat. Her eyes rolled behind her head. She gagged on his cock. And then suddenly she could breathe again. He pulled it out of her mouth and collapsed on the bed next to her. He hugged her tightly. "That's the third time you've come in an hour!" she said. "I know, I can hardly believe it. I guess I built up a lot waiting for you," Jonny said. "I haven't been with anyone since I left my last girlfriend." Christine looked at him in disbelief. He hugged her again. "Like you said, love will make you do crazy things. And you're really good at sucking me off," he said, and winked at her. She smiled. "I love you, Jonny." "I love you, Christine," he replied. "Think you can uncuff me now?" she asked. "Honey, I'm not nearly done with you yet." Christine closed her eyes and smiled. Her kitty was so wet she could feel it on the sheets under her. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Christine? Jonny?" It was Elizabeth. "You stay put," Jonny said to her. Christine raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I'm going anywhere?" Jonny laughed and grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his waist, and opened the door. Elizabeth was standing there. "Am I interrupting?" Elizabeth asked. "Well..." Jonny said, "kind of." He tried to shut the door to his room but she had already seen Christine, naked and cuffed to the bed. "Christine, you're a naughty girl!" "Elizabeth can you take the keys away from him?" "No way. I've been thinking of getting you in a position just like that since we met!" Christine's eyes grew wide. "Wh-what do you mean, Elizabeth?" "I'll show you what I mean in just a minute," Elizabeth said. Christine heard her run up the stairs. A few moments later she was running back down. Jonny sat down on the bed next to Christine. She tried pleading with him again to let her go. He refused. Elizabeth came into Jonny's room. "Turn her over. So she's lying on her belly." Jonny grabbed her at the hips, picked her up a bit, and flipped her. She landed on her belly, her hands still over her head, cuffed to the bed. Jonny sat down next to Christine on the bed, watching Elizabeth. "What are you going to do to me?" Christine asked meekly. "You're about to find out," Jonny said. He ran his fingers up and down Christine's back, from her neck to her ass. She shivered. Elizabeth was strapping something. Christine had no idea what she was doing. She heard her moan at one point. Christine felt Elizabeth get on the bed behind her. Elizabeth grabbed Christine at the hips and picked her up, forcing her to be on her knees. Christine used her elbows to leverage herself on the bed. "Christine have you ever used a dildo before?" Christine whimpered her answer into the pillow. She felt Elizabeth's hands running all over her hips, her ass, her thighs. She moaned out loud when she felt something beginning to probe at her kitty's opening. It slid in a couple of inches. It felt like a cock, but without the heat. She looked at Jonny. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear: "Does that feel good? What she's doing to you?" Christine nodded. It slid into her a bit more. She heard Elizabeth moan again. She couldn't believe what was happening. Jonny asked her: "Do you know what a strap-on is?" She nodded again. "Elizabeth's got a cock filling her pussy that's exactly the same as the one she's fucking you with." The silicon cock slid further into her. She moaned again and bit her lip. Jonny kissed her on the lips, and she kissed back. The dildo suddenly found its way all the way inside her, and she broke the kiss and cried out: "Elizabeth!" she said. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Elizabeth slid the cock back out of Christine's kitty, until just the tip was in. Then, a little faster, Elizabeth drove it all the way inside her. Within moments, in and out, in and out, both girls were crying out in pleasure. Elizabeth suddenly took the cock out of Christine and was at her side. "Let me get underneath you," Elizabeth said. Christine raised her leg and Elizabeth slid underneath her. Jonny got behind Christine, and grabbed Elizabeth's cock, guiding it toward Christine's kitty. The tip found the entrance and the rest slid all the way in, again. Christine moaned again, crying out, and bucked her hips. It felt so good, filling her like that. And Elizabeth... Elizabeth kissed her. Christine kissed back. The girls kissed and kissed, the tits pressed together, and Elizabeth's hands roamed free all over Christine's body. Christine was still cuffed to the bed, but she bucked her hips in rhythm with Elizabeth's thrusting, and the girls were in heaven. Christine suddenly found herself coming. She kissed Elizabeth passionately, and Elizabeth was coming too. They kept going at it, crying out and moaning through their kisses. Elizabeth slowed down a bit then, and Christine suddenly felt Jonny's hands on her hips, and his hot hard cock rubbing between her asscheeks. She felt a wet finger probing at her asshole. "No!" she said, "don't! Jonny don't, please don't!" Jonny didn't seem to hear her. Elizabeth drove the dildo into Christine again, and then the Jonny pushed the head of his cock against her tight asshole. His cock was hard, and he pushed hard into her, but she was tight. It took him a couple of minutes before he got the head inside her. She cried out. He pushed hard into her. Her kitty was full of dildo, and now he was pushing into her ass! It was too much for her to handle. She started to cum again, bucking on the dildo, but Jonny held her steady with his strong arms, hands on her hips, and then he slowly, surely drove his cock into her asshole, pushing it as far as it would go. Christine's eyes rolled behind her head—the pleasure was simply too much. Her ass and kitty were full as they could be. Waves of ecstasy rolled over her. Jonny started pumping his cock deep in her, a slow, steady rhythm. Elizabeth caught on, and thrust her dildo into Christine as Jonny was pulling his cock out. Then Jonny would drive his cock deep into her ass, and Elizabeth would slide the dildo out. When one was filling her, the other wasn't. They worked her, in and out like that. Christine was coming like mad now. She couldn't stop it. Elizabeth kissed and sucked on one side of her neck and Jonny did the same on the other side. Their bodies were all pressed together. They fucked her hard, after that. She had long ago lost track of the number of orgasms she had. So had Elizabeth. By the time Jonny filled her ass with his cum, it was dark outside. The three of them collapsed on the bed. Jonny undid Christine's handcuffs and kissed her wrists. "I love you Jonny," Christine said, and kissed him. She turned and looked at Elizabeth. "I love you Elizabeth." She kissed her. The three of them held each other tightly. Crickets chirped outside in the summer evening. Christine smiled, contentedly, nestled between two lovers she had long dreamed of. Christine and Jonny Ch. 03 Christine awoke in the middle of the night. Jonny was fast asleep next to her, but she only knew because she could feel his warm body pressed against hers, under the blankets. The room was pitch black; it was the middle of the night. There was movement in Jonny's bedroom, though. Christine couldn't place it. "Elizabeth?" she said softly. There was a sharp intake of breath. Christine's eyes were adjusting a bit to the dark, and she could make out Elizabeth's figure, near the door. "I'm gonna sleep in my own bed," Elizabeth whispered. "Okay," Christine said. She snuggled up next to Jonny under the blankets. He shifted, turned in his sleep, facing her. She whispered in his ear, "Go back to sleep lover," and kissed his cheek. He smiled, still in his dreamland. She nestled against him. They were both naked. She closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleep. Jonny rolled a bit, and something long, thick and hot was pressed against her thigh. She realized immediately what it was: Jonny's cock. "You must be having a wonderful dream," she said softly. It was hard. Still sleeping, he was rubbing it against her thigh. She felt herself getting hot between her legs. They were lying on their sides, facing each other, pressed against each other. Christine spread her legs a bit and repositioned herself. Very lightly she used her hand and moved Jonny's cock so that it was between her legs, the shaft rubbing along her kitty's lips, pressing ever so slightly inside her. Christine moaned, quietly, and then so did Jonny. "Fuck it," she whispered to herself, "you took advantage of me, now it's my turn." Very gently, slowly, she pushed Jonny over, so that he was lying on his back. She pulled the blankets down, so that they were only covering his legs from the thighs down. His cock was still hard, and now it was standing at attention. In his sleep, he reached for it. Christine was about to straddle him, but watched for a moment instead. Still asleep, Jonny wrapped his hand around his cock at the base and slowly moved it up and down. He moaned again, but didn't wake up. Christine watched with intense interest. She leaned down, bringing her head closer to it. While he slowly stroked himself, she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock, and started sucking very lightly on it. She ran her tongue around it, slowly, her eyes open, watching Jonny's hand go up and down. She kept sucking on the head of his cock for a few minutes. Jonny moaned a few times but was still asleep. He eventually let go of it. Christine took it out of her mouth and then slowly, deftly climbed on top of him, straddling him. She gently held his cock in her hand, pressed the head between her kitty's lips, and slowly lowered herself down on it. It took a little while before she could get it all the way inside her, but when she did, she cried out, it felt so good, and Jonny turned his head back and forth on the pillow. He opened his eyes. Christine leaned towards him, put her hands on his shoulders, holding him down. "You're still dreaming," she told him, and kissed his lips. "Okay," he said. He didn't know. If this was a dream, he thought, it was more realistic than any he'd ever had before. Christine used her legs to propel herself up and down, bouncing on his cock, driving it in and out of her. She used her hips to make it hit all the right spots in her kitty. She put her full weight on Jonny, holding him down on the bed, fucking him hard. Jonny reached up with both hands to take hold of her bouncing breasts. He grabbed them, squeezed, twiddled her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. That only made her fuck him harder. She leaned back, taking her weight off him, sitting straight up. Jonny gripped her at her hips, and she gyrated on him, his cock balls-deep inside her. She reached around behind her and found his balls, grabbing them with her hand, squeezing them and letting them go and squeezing them again. Jonny threw his head back and moaned loudly. With her other hand she reached down the front of her body to just above her kitty, found her clit, rubbed it furiously with two fingers. Jonny's cock was growing inside her; she'd felt that before, knew he was going to come very soon. She started to come then, as soon as she realized he was going to. It exploded inside her! Her eyes rolled behind her head. Her kitty was grabbing at Jonny's cock, every inch of it filling her, growing bigger and bigger. She ground harder against it, trying to get even more of it inside her. She cried out, he said "Oh, fuck!" and shot his load deep into her eager kitty. She fell down against him, her sweaty body pressed against his. He hugged her tight. "If this is a dream I never want to wake up," he said. "This is no dream," she replied. "I lied, you're awake." "That's why it was better than any wet dream I've ever had." She hugged him tight, purred. His cock was still deep inside her. "I want to keep him there forever," she said. "And I'm not at all done with you." Her kitty wanted more. She was feeling rather greedy. She sat back up, straddling him on her knees. Slowly, carefully, she maneuvered around so that she was facing his feet. She reached down and found his balls again, played with them until she felt his cock growing hard inside her again. Soon it filled her, and she slowly bucked her hips with it inside her. She felt Jonny's hands exploring her ass, her thighs, her hips and waist and then reaching up for her tits. She didn't know, didn't care how long she spent slow-fucking him, it all felt so good. She built steadily to orgasm after orgasm. His cock hit her in all the right spots, every time. Eventually, she was too tired to go on. They collapsed together, she nestled in his arms, and slept till noon. Jonny awoke at noon, Christine still fast asleep at his side. The sheets were off the bed, nothing between open air and naked bodies. Jonny gently moved Christine so he could get out of bed. He didn't wake her. She lay on her belly. He looked at her, her beautiful nude body on his bed, her tight round ass. He couldn't resist it. Her legs were spread a bit. He worked his way between them, lay down on top of her, his chest pressed against her back. She awoke then, when he kissed her cheek. "Good morning, lover," he said. "Good morning," she replied. "What are we gonna do today?" "I don't know," Jonny said. "But I'm gonna fuck you first." His cock was pressed between her butt cheeks. He rubbed it between them. She squeezed her butt cheeks together and he ground harder against her. "Jonny, don't I'm hungry, let's get breakfast first," she pleaded. "Am I gonna have to handcuff you to the bed again?" She tried to wiggle free. He gripped her wrists with his hands, kept grinding his cock between her butt cheeks. "Jonny, don't, I'm hungry, we can do it later," she said. "Can't you feel how big and hard he is already?" Jonny said. She tried to push him away, but he only got his cockhead pressed against her kitty's lips. "I can, but can't it wait?" "No," he said, and thrust into her. "Oww!" she said, but he acted like he didn't hear her. He drove it into her kitty, deep, filling her. He knew it didn't really hurt her. Her pussy was too wet, too inviting. He took her wrists, still in his hands, and held them behind her back. He held them together with one hand, and with the other he grabbed the handcuffs. Quickly, in a heartbeat, her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Her head was pressed against the pillow. Jonny used his hands to grab her hips and pick her up, so that he was on his knees behind her, his cock balls deep in her kitty. She turned her face on the pillow so she could breathe. There was nothing she could do. He had her by the hips, using his strong arms to push her back against him, thrusting his cock deep into her at the same time. He fucked her really hard. She didn't know how much time passed before she felt him come inside her. He didn't even have that much to shoot, only a little bit, but he shot it deep into her. He slid his cock out of her, and she collapsed on the bed, exhausted. He unlocked her cuffs, gently took them off, kissed her wrists and then her forehead. He put on his boxers and a pair of shorts, then left the room. Fifteen minutes later he returned, holding a tray. "Time for breakfast," he said. He set the tray down on the bed. She sat up, leaned against the wall. He set a plate and bowl in front of her, chopped fruit and cereal. He set the tray on a bedside table, poured out coffee into mugs, handed her milk for the cereal. "Jonny," she said, "I love you." Jonny looked at her, smiled wide. "I love you too, Christine." He poured some milk on his own bowl of cereal, took a sip of coffee. They ate together. "So what should we do today?" he asked her. "Same thing we did yesterday?" she asked. "Sounds like a good plan," he said, smiling.