0 comments/ 15300 views/ 0 favorites Morning Glory By: XXtraPrince The sound of spray from the shower on the other side of the bedroom wall awakened him. He lit a cigarette, took two deep drags and extinguished it. Sporting a morning erection, he decided to join his wife in the shower to advantage themselves of what Mother Nature had provided. Donning a terrycloth robe, somewhat tented in front, he made his way around the corner, only to find her, hair wrapped in a towel, leaving the bathroom. She said, "I'm going to do my yoga; meet you for breakfast in fifteen minutes?" He flashed a frustrated smile and murmured, "Sure," then stepped past his wife and entered the shower stall, hanging his robe on the hook outside. As he lathered and rinsed the several parts of his body, in precisely the same order he'd followed since his very first shower as a young boy, he found his ardor for her growing stronger. In their eight years of marriage, there had been no dampening of the flame of passion between them, and both knew they shared the rare gifts of total commitment and constant physical attraction. He emerged from the shower, dried himself, brushed his teeth and, after having slicked back his short, military-cut hair, shaved unhurriedly. Toweling off, he splashed on a dash of cologne and, his nether friend still rampant and fixated, headed to the den. Turning the corner, he beheld her standing motionless on her head, naked but for the towel-turban on her hair. He stopped momentarily; then he saw her inverted wink and went over to her and gently prised her legs apart. She remained unmoving; he bent from the waist and placed his mouth over her vulva, the source of so many past and future delights, and parted her with his tongue, noticing the vaguely soapy taste, fragrant with the Palmolive she always used. Sharpening his tongue, he traced the groove between her inner and outer lips, poking it quickly into the vestibule of her vagina, then around between the other pair. She lowered her thighs to his shoulders and flexed her knees, placing her arches alongside his head, and gently pulled his face against her. Encouraged by the sudden pressure, he began to lance his tongue into her rapidly, moving his hands to her round, firm cheeks and kneading them deeply. Gasping, "OhGodthatfeelsgood!" from the thrills he was giving her, she raised herself up with her arms, freeing her head from supporting her weight, and bucked back against his mouth, hard. She wanted him to fuck her badly, but she knew she just HAD to get her first climax from his exquisitely-probing tongue. And there it was! Crying out from the overpowering pleasure she felt between her legs, she shuddered violently as the waves of feeling coursed through her. The convulsions which wracked her body caused her thighs to slip off his shoulders, and he caught them with his forearms, lowering her knees to the floor, then slid his between hers and entered her, pre-come pouring from him and joining her juices, with which she was sopping wet. Already flagrantly aroused, he grasped her thighs from behind and thrust vigorously into her, not wishing to let her come down at all from her orgasm, but fiercely wanting to join her in another. He clenched his teeth and drove ever harder into his wife, leaning over her and pulling on her shoulder with his chin to force himself even deeper into her. She allowed her chest to fall to the floor, the better to feel the powerful thrusts being put to her, and closed her eyes tightly as her second climax blasted her soul out into interstellar space. Her cervix convulsed repeatedly against the swelling head of his cock and he roared his delight as he squirted his warm come into her; she smiled subconsciously as she felt him ejaculate deep within her. Unable to hold himself upright, he collapsed on top of her and nestled his face in the crook of her neck. When they were again capable of movement, they uncoupled and sat there on the floor, smiling wearily at each other. "Let's both call in sick and go back to bed!" he suggested. She frowned disapprovingly (but not TOO disapprovingly) at him, then crawled over to the table where the telephone was... Morning Glory She awakes slowly as the light filters its way through her bedroom curtains. It must be morning but her body still wants to sleep. As her mind clears and begins to focus she remembers that she will see him today. This thought arouses her immediately. She feels that warmth growing in her groin and a wry smile curls across her lips. It has been so long since she has been satisfied sexually and she is so hungry for him now. She knows he will pleasure her. Unravelling herself from the warm duvet and the crumpled cover she exposes her naked body to the crisp morning air which has already filled the room. She swoons, again, at the thought of him being here with her later and feels her aching pussy begin to twitch in anticipation. She wants to watch him, stroke him, arouse him, torment him and feel him inside her. She would have him now if he were here. But she will have to wait. Allowing her knees to fall apart she lazily strokes her soft hands over her body. Still not quite fully awake she relishes the touch of her own fingers as they find her soft breasts and hardening nipples. She wants him to suckle on her breasts tonight. She aches to feel his breath on her skin again, his tongue and lips working so gently around her nipples. Again she smiles her naughty wry smile. She wants him; that much is certain. Her right hand moves down her body slowly across her stomach and finds her mound. Her fingers circle here for a few seconds almost daring her to play further but teasing as if she will not let her own hand wander. She recalls their last contact, his sighs, groans, and tormented begging. She knows he will ache for her. She drifts; her thoughts arousing her. She will have him tonight. She MUST have him tonight. Her long, agile fingers move onwards finding the edges of her inner labia which are just protruding past her fleshier and softer outer labia. She purrs as she feels the sensation between her finger tips and pussy. She just adores touching herself. If only he knew that she touched herself in this way while she was thinking of him. She must tell him. It will torment him even more. He knows how much she likes to touch herself; she has made him watch in the past. Her warm pussy begins to stir at the touch of her fingers and her mind wanders thinking about his mouth, body, hands and wonderful cock; all hers; all responding to her. If only he were here to kiss her deeply now while she was about to pleasure herself. She knows it would turn him on if he watched her. It would turn her on too if he were here, right now, watching her. A finger slides between her slit and begins to stroke inside her long inner labia finding warmth and a growing wetness. She purrs again. She loves to feel her cunt become wet and she sweeps some of her juices up and over her clitoris. Oh, so sensitive! She flinches at her own touch. Her mind wanders further. She remembers the time she made him sit across her room, unable to touch, forced to watch her, knowing how hot she looked. She will have him tonight. He will be her slut. She continues, sliding her sensual fingers in-between her labia along her wet and pulsing gash. She imagines demanding his tongue there now, mixed with her fingers. She loves torturing him that way. She adores touching herself while he is working on her too. She knows it arouses him, teases him, and torments him. She knows he finds her control and power so exciting. She knows his cock twitches at the mere thought of her. He tries to hide it from her but she reads him far too well. She knows he wants her. Her other hand continues to work over her breast and her finger and thumb tweak at her nipple as it grows harder and more pronounced. She aches for her nipples to be sucked by him now but she will wait. Licking her fingers she moistens her breast so that the crisp morning air catches her skin and makes her shudder slightly. Delicious! Her pussy pulsates as she tilts her hips and raises her knees higher so she can play with more comfort and better access to her deeper, inner sex. One, then, two fingers slowly find their way between the inner folds of her hungry cunt and she pushes herself down onto and surrounding her slippery fingers. She relishes the sensations, feeling her own folds, sponginess and spasms as she investigates her own inner sanctum. The fingers inside her are slimy now as she works slowly and expertly inside herself. Her mind drifts again and she thinks how wonderful it would be if he were really here now, watching her, kneeling at the foot of her bed, his beautiful cock primed and ready while she pleasures herself. He would be twitching now, she knows. His cock would be dribbling with pre-cum. He would want to touch her, ache to feel her, beg to taste her, she knows her influence. Her memory drifts again and she remembers taking him for the very first time. She works her fingers inside her pussy while she becomes enveloped in this delicious thought. She remembers how much he had ached and yearned while she teased his cock with her pussy, nudging and nuzzling against him. She had enveloped him inside her. She wanted to feel him move in against her now. She wanted to wrap her warm hungry cunt around his lovely hard cock and use him again. All these thoughts raced through her mind, back then too, in the hours that she tormented him that first time. She knew then that he would feel as good as he looked. Then she had taken him and she was swooning against that indescribably wonderful sensation of when she engulfs such a beautiful cock. She enjoyed every second of it and took as much as she wanted from him. She would make sure he worshipped her through his cock, mouth and body, and she would use him too. Sensual yet full of lust and desire, and now she wants him again. Her fingers work inside her now, but with more purpose as her other hand moves down to stroke and massage over her growing clitoris. Gently she allows the tip of a finger to dip into her wetness and she raises her finger to her mouth so that she can taste herself. Her mind wanders again. She loved tasting herself on his tongue, before, and now wants to coat his face with her juices again after she has been teasing her pussy with her own hands. She wants to taste her own juices on his lips as she kisses him deeply as she drags him into her, swallowing his servile cock deep inside her aching cunt. She wants to squat over him, torment his mouth while she teases his cock, then slowly move forwards and surround his cock with all her juices. She will then slither down and torment him with her tongue, licking him totally clean, making him spasm and shake, until he begs her to stop. She wants him to plead with her. She wants to hear that he submits to her with a passion. She wants him to bend to her will and respond to her through his own desire and lust. Her fingers continue to work inside her aching pussy as her other hand works casually over her clit. She wants to feel him and wonders how coiled he is now that she has banned him from cumming for the last few days. She will watch him orgasm, over and over, again. She will take what she wants from him. She will make him wait for her to cum tonight as many times as she likes, over and over, until he is delirious with need. She will make him cum for her and make him realise that he does it just because of her and what she means to him. The repeated realisation of her control over him swoons through her like an electrical charge. Her fingers work frantically as she sighs and bucks her hips. The pressure builds and she remembers him begging her in the past with that look of total desperation in his eyes. Want. Need. Lust. Desire. She works harder. His face again; pleading with her. Time freezes for a split second and she feels weight-less and frozen, then crashing from within her the crescendo of her orgasm bursts from within. Her cunt spasms and flexes, her clit bolts and wetness flows from within her, covering her shaking hands. Her body contorts and shudders with the euphoria and delight of the moment. He will need his strength tonight. She moves her hands away from her aching cunt and curls up in her duvet still swooning and pulsing. Lust and passion engulf her now but she must get up out of bed and go about her business. She will use her slut later. More orgasms and inner delights will be hers before the day is done. He will be hers again! Morning Glory Ray sat at the breakfast counter of the kitchen, his gown draped loosely around his shoulders, revealing his bare chest and his red boxers. His short brown hair was tousled, his shoulders were slumped, and he needed a shave badly. Holding a cup of hot Milo in his hand, he rubbed his eyes wearily and took a sip, sighing with exhaustion. He looked up as Mel walked in from the bedroom, yawning and stretching, her purple silk robe on over her red nightie and pj pants. "Morning," she said, scratching her head as she went to the cupboard, getting out the Coco Pops and a bowl. The blonde girl poured her cereal and fetched the milk from the fridge, then leant on the bench opposite Ray, digging in to her breakfast and looking up at him, sighing loudly. "Well, that was...a big night, wasn't it?" she said, taking another spoonful. Ray nodded, lowering his mug and looking at her with tired eyes. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I wasn't sure you could handle 3 times." She winked at him, smiling as she stirred her cereal. "Not that I'm complaining..." Ray nodded again, still exhausted. He had tied her up, blindfolded her, whipped her, bitten her, fucked her senseless in several positions, made her scream over and over...and it had taken everything out of him. He loved it all, of course, but it was still tiring. Even so, he had to defend himself. "Well it is hard work, you know," he said, trying to ignore the way she was sliding the spoon out of her lips, getting every last drop of milk from it. "I wanted to be sure you were satisfied." He bowed his head to drink his Milo as she continued to eat. He was beginning to think she thought she'd beaten him. "Oh, I was satisfied," she said, licking the spoon. "Just very tired by the end. I didn't think you had another go in you." He looked up as she gave the back of the spoon a very long lick, giving him a good view of her D-cup cleavage. Fuck, he thought. There's going to be a mess to clean up. Oh well. With a flash Ray reached across the counter and grabbed Mel to pull her over to him, flipping her onto her back as the bowl of cereal and the mug fell from the counter, spilling their contents everywhere. Mel squealed as she was pulled towards him, her hand dropping to rub his crotch and feeling his hardness through his boxers. "Breakfast later. Sex now." He said, tugging at her pj pants and sliding them down her thighs and off. Mel blushed at his forward approach, giggling as he parted her robe and slid down her body. Ray lowered her feet to the floor, his lips leaving gentle kisses on her hands as he knelt between her legs and licked up her knees and thighs, stopping as he got to her nightie. "Well well! You sure are frisky," she teased, her hands taking his and holding them. "But I don't think you could go at me for long, not after the ride I gave you last night." She bit her lip as his tongue darted out over her inner thighs, his eyes locked on hers as he smiled evilly. "I know," he said, almost whispering. "That's why I'm doing this," and he slowly licked up her leg as his head went under the edge of her nightie and up near her hairless crotch, making her blush and gasp as his tongue flicked over her folds gently. she felt his hands leave hers to hold her thighs, her but resting back on the counter and her hands running down to grip it on either side of her hips. She held back another gasp as he tongued her deep, flicking over her clit hard as his head moved between her legs. His hands rubbed her skin softly to soothe her as he licked at her again and again, gingerly tasting her while she got wetter from his touch. "Mmm...god, that feels good," she breathed, her fingers flexing on the edge of the counter as he dipped his tongue into her folds. "I think I'm hungry for more, though." She angled her hips out and spread her legs as he started to lick her faster, his tongue flicking over her clit and through her folds quickly, leading her closer to orgasm. Mel sighed and tilted her head back, enjoying her boyfriend's lips press against hers in a kiss that let him stick his tongue deep into her pussy, her wetness coating his tastebuds. "Oh, mmm...you taste good, my little Sex Kitten," he murmured, sending vibrations over her skin. Mel bit her lip and held onto the counter harder to avoid bursting out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he fucked her pussy with his tongue. One of Ray's hands slid around her thigh to drop between them and rub the lower bit of her folds with his finger, his lips brushing over her clit, sucking it gently and nipping it every now and then. Mel gasped loudly as she enjoyed his licks, her hands moving from the counter to run fingers through his hair, her eyes closing with pleasure. His tongue moved faster over her clit, slipping a second finger into her and rubbing her folds, moaning low as he tasted her wetness on his lips. He sucked her clit between them and reached his other hand around to grip her by the ass, pulling her closer to his mouth. Mel started to pant hard, looking back down at him between her legs, kneeling before her. She hung her head and gasped for air as he started to bring her close, keeping her wanting more with each lick, each kiss, each suck. His fingers flew over her folds, rubbing fast as he fingered her deeper, making her grip his hair tight. "Ahh, Baby!" she cried, pulling on his hair as he sucked her clit between his lips, his fingers going hard into her, faster, pumping her as she felt herself starting to shake with pleasure, groaning over and over. He fingered her fast, pulling his lips back suddenly to rub her clit, making circles over it as he licked her folds, tasting her juice. He moaned as he slid his tongue into her pussy and rubbed her faster, feeling her fingers tug at his hair. Suddenly it was all too much and Mel cried out loudly, cumming hard on his face, feeling the orgasm wash over her. He kept going as she felt it hit her again, cumming more and screaming his name, his fingers stroking her fast. Shivering all over, with enormous effort she pushed him back and slid down to her feet, throwing her gown off and turning over, pressing her cheek to the counter. "In me, now..." she panted, pulling her nightie up to show her naked backside to him. She felt his hands grip her hips and cried with shock and pleasure as she felt him enter her ass, working his cock in and pounding her hard, one hand sliding down around the front of her thigh to rub at her clit. Mel pressed her hands to the cold kitchen counter as his other hand moved up her back and down her shoulder to intertwine his fingers with hers. Ray fucked her hard, spanking her ass as he groaned, getting close already. She bit her lip hard as his fingers rubbed her clit and he fucked her ass, loving the roughness of it all. With a loud growl he leant forward and pressed his chest to her back and bit her neck, feeling her shake with enjoyment as she gripped his hand. Her other hand slid down to rub her clit for him, her fingers slipping into her entrance and pushing deep as he cupped one of her breasts, rubbing the nipple between his fingers, sending shivers down her back. "Yes, yes...harder! Oh shit...I'm there!" she yelled, and he thrust deep into her ass as she wet herself again, cum spilling over her fingers and down her thighs as he fucked her hard and roared, cumming in her ass, filling her with hot semen, his teeth dragging over her neck as he slowed down, gently lying on top of her with his cock buried deep up her asshole, her fingers still in her shaking pussy, his hand holding hers tightly and his other hand holding her breast, gently gripping it and relaxing. After a few minutes he had his breath back and pulled out of her tight hole, his fingers slipping over her wetness as cum dripped from between her red cheeks and down her shaking leg. Mel lay there on the counter, unable to move, feeling the warmth of his sweet seed running down her thigh and over her knee as she struggled to control her panting, fingers gripping the counter to hold herself up. She felt arms warp around her and pull her back, holding her in a warm, inviting lap, letting her nuzzle a comfortable chest as she felt soft lips on her forehead. She sighed with pleasure as she was rocked gently. "Wow," she breathed, wincing a little as he shifted underneath her, squirming, feeling her wetness rub between her thighs as she tried to relax her sore asshole. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his chest, fully satisfied, feeling his arms warp around her, her shivers of intense pleasure finally calming down. "I didn't expect that...at all." Morning Glory The bright morning sun light up the room through the open curtains of the large picture window. Its warming rays felt so nice on my body as I stretched on the king size bed. The slippery satin sheets my girlfriend Laura made me put on felt like a cool pool of liquid. My morning wood pointed straight out through the hole of the crotchless panties I wore. My pink demi bra cradled my C sized breast forms I had stuck on yesterday. I closed my eyes and played with my nipples, pinching them with my hot red painted finger nails. Suddenly I felt a warm hand firmly grab my morning boner. It gently stroked it up and down. "Good morning, Honey!" That's what Laura would call me when I dressed up. "Did you enjoy last night?" I thought of what happened. A few days ago, I was changing to go out grocery shopping for that evening dinner I was going to make. In my dressing room as I had done on a number of times without Laura's knowledge was to dress up in girlie underthings before putting on my stupid boy clothes. I had just finished putting on my bra (without my forms) and French cut panties and was about to clip the other black seamed stocking to my garter when Laura walked in to talk with me. "What...?!?" Came out of her gasping mouth. Her eyes scanned me up and down trying to comprehend what she discovered. I froze then looked at her and shied away as if I was a frightened pussy cat; my fingers still clasped my stocking top and garter strap. I reached for my dressing gown. "Don't!" I heard from Laura. She remained silent for a minute as she seemed to try and figure out something. She shook her head from side to side. "Do you want to explain this?" I told her that as when I was young, I used to look through and masturbate to my dad's Playboy and Penthouse mags and found it extremely arousing when the models wore sexy lingerie. "I came extra hard when I jerked off to those pictures." I continued. Then for some reason, I was rooting around my mother's drawers. Not that I had an Oedipus Complex or anything. In fact, I never even knew or thought about being that way until I surfed for porn on the internet." "Okay, so you never wanted to fuck your mother. What about your father?" Laura asked. "No, him neither." I answered. "Anyways, I came across some of her delicate things: a black lace and satin bra and matching panties, a black lace garter belt with a small, red bow in front and black stockings with a seam up the back. Like these ones." I turned to show them to Laura. "You're a fucking perverted exhibitionist, aren't you?" Laura demanded. "I catch you dressed up like a whore and you stand there and show me your stockings?" "Yes, Laura." I hung my head in shame. "Okay, at least you admit it. Go on with your story." "Initially I just played with her things. I can't really tell you when or why, but since that day I started to want to wear them. The thought of being one of those fuck models was just too enticing to ignore." I explained. "I really didn't know how to put them on, but I was able to figure it out. Having a relatively hairless body, the lingerie felt incredible. The first time I jerked off while wearing them, I sprayed my face with my own cum." "Did you still wear them when we started going out?" "Yes, Laura." "Did you ever wear them on a date with me?" Yes, Laura. At least until we started having sex." "Did you ever wear any of my things?" "Yes, Laura." "Do you have other outfits?" "Yes, Laura." "Show me." Even though Laura just discovered my crossdressing life, she really didn't seem angry or upset about it. She was always a bit more dominant than I was and always made decisions for both of us. But now she seemed even stronger and more domineering. I could never disobey Laura before nor disagree with any decisions she made. I opened up my secret stash of women's things; multiple bras, panties, garter belts and stockings. I also showed her a number of shoes I had collected. All with four to five inch stiletto heels. "Jesus! You have some nicer things than me!" Then she asked. "What are these?" "Those are my forms." I told her. "I am always so jealous of you when you wear an open blouse that shows your perfect cleavage." "Put them on. Show me what they look like." She handed me the custom made breasts. I took my forms and carefully cradled them inside my bra. I adjusted them to give myself a nice deep cleavage. "Nice..." She commented. Her eyes looked at me with lust. "How were you going to hide them when you went shopping today?" "I only wear them at home." I admitted. "There is no way I could wear them outside. I'd be too afraid." Laura stood there for a minute and seemed to be pondering something. Finally she ordered. "Finish getting dressed. We're going shopping." I reached behind to start taking off my bra. "No, I said finish getting dressed. What outer clothes were you going to wear?" She demanded. "A loose sweat shirt and some jeans." I told her but she said nothing else and just stared at me. I gasped. "No, I couldn't! It will show!" Laura crossed her arms below her beautiful breasts and glared at me. I knew better than to try and argue. I pulled on my loose jeans which at least would hide my garter straps, but there was no way to hide my breasts even with the baggy, sweat shirt. Laura threw a pair of high ankle, spike heels that laced up the front. I put them on. At least my jeans were long enough to cover most of the heel. The pointy toes looked like men's roach killers. Laura drove us to the grocery store. As she did, she popped the front of my button fly jeans and played with my cock through my panties. I was hard all the way there. As we walked, I tried to hunch over a bit to make my breasts a little less obvious, but Laura told me to "stand up straight!" She moved slowly through the different aisles as I picked up the things I needed for dinner. She made sure all the housewives there saw me. Back at home, Laura made me stay in my "outfit" and clean the house. Then cook dinner with just my apron to protect my delicate underthings. After plenty of wine and no dinner, Laura pushed me onto the chesterfield and mounted me. We fucked all night. Next morning, Laura told me to change the sheets on the bed. I replaced them with the satin sheets she had laid out for me. By that time, Laura had selected my outfit for the day which included my red bra with pink trim, my pink, transparent nylon panties and knee high stockings. She threw me one of her less than opaque, white silk blouses and stretch slacks with the zip in the back. The shoes were my pink pumps. "Let's go, Honey!" She waved to me. "Laura. Yesterday was really embarrassing. At least I could sort of cover up with the sweat shirt, but...." I plead. "You can see my bra through my blouse!" "My blouse!" She corrected then with a more authoritative voice said. "Let's go!" Again Laura drove but this time ignored me. I have to confess I was a bit disappointed Laura didn't play with me. We arrived in some mall. With it somewhat early, the parking lot was mostly empty. She parked in front of a Spa. "Go in. They are expecting you." Laura pointed to the front door. I hesitated. "Go on!" With much apprehension, I got out of the car and entered the spa. As soon as I walked in, I was warmly and enthusiastically greeted by the hostess. I was taken to a change room and instructed to undress. They provided a warmed terry cloth robe for me to wear. After a warm shower, my entire body was defoliated and shaved (not that I had much hair anyways). They ended with me on my elbows and knees so they could shave the few hairs in my crack. I was instructed to stay there. I felt a warm slippery substance being applied to my asshole then a tube being pushed in. Suddenly I felt an increased pressure as something filled my bowels. I wanted them to stop but was reminded that Laura had instructed them to do this. Any disobedience would be disclosed to Laura for correction. Finally they pulled the tube out. I clinched my sphincter as it felt like a gallon of liquid inside me. They pointed me to a bathroom where I was able to relieve myself. Then they repeated the cleaning process two more times. Afterwards I have to say that I felt great being so clean inside. They rinsed me with a rejuvenating spray and lead to a warm, dimly light room where I was given a fully body massage and a long soak in a mineral hot tub. Totally relaxed I was lead to the salon area. Then I noticed a number of young women being tended to. They giggled when they saw me getting my mani-pedi and nails enameled a bright fire engine red then full smudge-proof make-up and a shoulder length, strawberry blond wig. The host then returned me to the change room. All my clothes that I wore there were gone. In their place was something different. "Laura brought you these things to wear. Let us help you get dressed dear." They removed my dressing gown and helped me adhere my breast forms with the appropriate glue. The bra was a beautiful red satin strapless demi cup and supported my breasts perfectly. They helped me lace the back of the matching, bone, waist cincher. It held my tummy in tight and gave me a bit of curve appeal. They made sure the white-pink stockings with a red seam up the back was aligned correctly before attaching them to the dangling clips from the cincher. They held the red satin, French cut, cheekie panties at my feet so I could step into them with my pointed, painted toes. Then one of the other hostesses opened a big box and pulled out a beautiful red sequin, strapless dress along with sparkly red strappy high heels. After I put it all on, I stood in front of a mirror. I couldn't believe the transformation I saw in front of my eyes. Tears started to well up, but the hostess daubed them with a tissue. "You'll ruin your make-up!" "You'll need some jewelry too!" Said the other girl. I recognized the pure white pearl necklace and anklet they put on. Laura often wore them when we went out. The contrast was amazing. I looked amazing. "I hope you enjoyed your day here." Said the hostess indicating my time had come to an end. "I enjoyed it very much. Thank you. Everyone was just wonderful." I smiled at her. I looked at the clock. It was late. "I can't believe how much time has passed." I walked through the salon area. The girls that giggled at me were now gazing at me with amazement. One girl's mouth was agape. The other smiled at me and said "You're beautiful." As I started to exit the spa, I realized that I had no way of getting home. But I looked up to see Laura waiting for me. She was standing by the car holding the passenger door open for me. It didn't hit me at first but then I noticed how Laura was dressed. Her hair was slicked back and make-up seemed very masculine. She wore a men's black suit with a red satin tie and a red poof in her chest pocket. The red was like my dress. "You look very lovely, Honey." She smiled at me. She took my hand and helped me into the car. Not used to wearing a dress, Laura instructed me to sit down first then swing both legs in. Even then my hem slid three quarters up my thighs. High enough to show my stocking tops. I moved to cover up, but Laura said "No. Let it. It's very sexy." As we drove to our next destination, Laura reached between my thighs, I parted my legs. She played with me under my dress. We ended up at a very expensive dinner-dance place. The car hop opened my door. I forgot how I should exit and stepped out with one leg first. My hem climbed even higher, high enough to show off my panties. Laura took my hand and whispered into my ear. "Slut!" Dinner was amazing. Then dancing. I could have danced all night. I guess all good things must come to an end. We drove home. Once inside, I gave Laura a huge hug. "Oh, Laura. Thank you for a wonderful day and evening. It was the best day I've ever had." "We're not finished yet." Laura smiled. Laura unbuttoned her suit jacket with one hand as she pushed me to my knees with the other. I looked up at her with questioning eyes, but all she did was give me a slight nod. I reached up with both hands and unbuckled her belt. My hands trembled as I unzipped her trousers and let them fall around her ankles. My eyes popped open wide as I saw the huge lump inside her Hugo Boss bikini underwear. As I pulled them down, her realistic silicon cock popped out and hit my face. With no hesitation, I wrapped my painted red lips around the shaft. Laura moved her hips back and forth, fucking my face with her manhood. She threw her jacket onto the couch as she withdrew from my mouth. She stepped out of her pants but left her shirt and tie on. Coaxing me to my feet, she turned me around and forced me to spread my legs and bend over. I held my ankles as I felt her raise my hem over my ass. Laura didn't pull my panties down. She just pulled them aside. I felt the tip of her cock press against my rose bud. "Ready?" "Oh yes! Please Laura! Fuck me!" I cried. Still wet with my saliva, Laura was able to push it into me. It felt so good. The fact that I wasn't fucking myself with my dildo exhilarated me. We fucked in every position we could think of. I think Laura had cum a number of times but I had yet to. I had never been so happy in my life. "I've got one more surprise for you, Honey." Laura grinned. "Go change for bed." In my change room, I quickly changed into the new demi cup bra and crotchless panties Laura had laid out for me. Laura was uncovered in bed. She was naked. She patted the empty place beside her and then aggressively started to kiss me. "Close your eyes, Honey" With my eyes shut, I waited anxiously. I heard some noise before she moved between my legs. "Okay. You can look now." I opened my eyes. They popped even wider when I saw what she was holding: a blue Feeldoe. I watched as she pushed the bulbous part inside her hot wet cunt. She grabbed me behind my knees and pushed them to my chest. Without using her hands, she managed to guide the blue tip into my waiting hole. In three strokes, she was totally inside me. I lost count of how many times she came or how long she fucked my ass, but I was thrashing around in orgasmic ecstasy. When she actually turned on the powerful vibrator, I couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh fuck, Laura!" I screamed loudly. "I'm going to cum!" Laura started slapping my ass with her hips and pounding me even harder. "Oooh! Gaaa...wd!!!" I cried out. Huge streams of white cum spewed out of my piss hole and onto my face and chest. I don't recall anything after that. My body went into total shock, my mind went wild filling with explosions and colours. I awoke in the warmth of the sunlight. It took a few minutes to recollect the events of the past evening. My eyes closed. My lips smiled. I started to play with my silicon nipples. A warm hand started to stroke my hard cock. "Did you enjoy last night?" White cum shot out and landed on my chest. "Yes, Laura. I enjoyed last night." Morning Glory The Perfect Cyberass Or How Enlightenment Came To One Lonely Woman Through The Wonders Of The Internet Cum One Oh my Morning Glory The bright morning sun shoots shafts of light and dark through the blinds, laying bars of mystery down the length of your arching back, creating halos and hollows in your hair. I lay supine between your wide splayed legs, my hands kneeding the flesh of your firm buttocks, my face nestled in the split between those two precious mounds. My tongue gently caresses your pink, puckered orifice, sometimes darting inside to tease the ring clenching shut your tight and steaming passage. I trace a path downward and sink the tip of my tongue inside the slit of flesh hiding the entrance to your wonderful pussy. My nose touches the place where my tongue so recently languished and you cry out with the touches to your most tender places and your juices flow out to bathe my questing lips with their salt-sweetness. I strain to penetrate deeper, the root of my groping tongue aching from the effort. I swab up and down the distance between the two tunnels of my delight, pausing at each to lap into them while you reach back to tangle your fingers in the curly hair of my head. I stop and rise to my knees. You beg me not to stop licking into your slick holes. I help you roll over on your back and watch the play of moving light across your moist and tender skin. The hard shaft between my own legs quivers with need as I position over your lovely face and lower the red, swollen tip to your full and waiting lips. You reach up hungrily to take as much of my length inside your wet hot mouth as you can fit. I fall forward to find your steaming sex with my tongue once more. You raise your legs up and out to bring your cunt to an easy angle for my ministrations and doing so exposes your pulsing butthole. I reach around to clasp your straining cheeks and let my middle finger rest lightly against it. I run my hot tongue deeply into your pussy slit and you suck me deeply into your throat, rolling the length of your tongue along the length of my prick. I stab my tongue hard into your butt and you raise up and down rapidly sucking my dick to fulfillement. I bring my tongue back to your waiting cunt as I fight to hold back my cum. I ease my finger just inside your ass but, you push back against me and the finger slips in to the second knuckle. You reach around to my own heaving cheeks as I fuck my hard prick in and out of your yielding mouth. You touch my own sweat streaked hole with a finger and caress the tender flesh with easy strokes. Suddenly we can wait no longer as my reaming of your three holes brings us to the first climax of this glorious morning and the cum shoots, steaming and thick, into your waiting mouth and your ass and cunt clench tightly around the finger and tongue shoved deeply inside them. Our spasms go on and on, granting us the release that only serves to clench us more tightly together. Cum Two We lie, naked and sweaty, side by side on our backs. The window is open slightly and a tiny wisp of breeze blows softly across our hot, flushed skin. My hand is tangled in the curls of your pussy hair, my middle finger strokes gently against your clit. You rub lightly on my semi-hard prick, your finger nail teasing the moist tip. The sensations of our first encounter overwhelm us. We take time to rest, knowing that we have time and that more and greater pleasures are yet to come. But, best laid plans are laid aside as our desires fuel a faster quickening. My prick engorges once again and I roll over to lay full upon you. My chest hairs mash against the full nipples of your tits. My legs force a way between yours and you spread wide, my hard cockhead slipping down to rest against the top of your moist slit, pushing against your erect little clit. I arch up from the waist just enough to let my chest touch your breasts and I move back and forth, rubbing your nipples with mine and grinding my prick into your nub. We can wait no more and I reach down to guide my hot, stiff cock into your waiting cunt. You are so tight that I wonder if I can truly squeeze my length inside you. But, of course, your passage parts easily to grasp my fullness. I plough to the hilt and catch you unawares when the head of my pulsing prick enters the small opening at the back of your steaming snatch. You cry out with the slight pain and I quickly pull away, not wanting to cause you discomfort. To my surprise and delight you grasp my taut butt cheeks and pull me deep inside you again. Again I reach the end of your cunt and you hold me there, grinding your hips against mine, working hard to gain every tiny amount more of me inside you. We rest a moment, my cock bathing in the juices of your sex. You use the toned muscles of your cunt to milk the length of me and I groan with the marvelous sensations. I reach down with one hand and work it under your ass cheeks to find the slick hole between your clenched buns. My middle finger gently massages your ass pucker and I begin to move in you. I pull my whole length out until just the tip remains inside. The cool air on my shaft soothes me but, I seek the excitement of your depths once more, ramming my fullness to the hilt. You rise up to meet me and our hips slam together with the force of our coupling. Again and again we stroke against each other as the rising ecstasy of orgasm slips up on us. I have no wish to cum so soon and I pull from you for a moment. You beg me to ram your grasping cunt again but, I roll you over on your stomach instead and pulling you up by your slim hips, I raise you to your knees. Oh, the sight of you. Ass in the air, legs spread wide, your asshole and cunt pulsing and gleaming in the light of the morning sun. I feast my eyes on you and slowly, gently guide my prick back into your waiting cunt. Once only, do I rest briefly at the bottom of your hot hole. With abandon I begin to pound into your tight, hot hole. Each thrust in fills the air with the slapping of your heaving ass cheeks against the taut muscles of my straining thighs. Each thrust is followed by my complete withdrawal but, without hesitation, I slam fully inside you. As our climax builds you cry out for more and I stop outside you just long enough to insert my finger deeply into your clenching asshole. Without further hesitation I resume pounding your perfect pussy and the added pressure of my finger in your butt only heightens our sensations. I feel you shudder with the sensations of both your holes being penetrated and I know that you will reach your release soon. This is the moment I have waited for and I increase the tempo of my pussy pounding until we spasm together. My hot jiz shoots deeply into your slimy snatch and your butthole grabs so tightly at my finger that I feel the loss of circulation. Our release goes on and on as you buck back against me and a fresh flood of your sweet juices flows out and around the pulsing shaft filling you. Our second orgasm is complete yet, we both know that our time together this morning is not. CumThree We tried to wait longer. We had a little champagne and orange juice (my other favorite morning glory) and snacked on some sweet strawberries and honeydew melon. Yet, here you are, in a position not much different from the one you were in only fifteen minutes before. We didn’t make it back to the bedroom. You lie prone, face-down, on the kitchen table with your legs spread wide. I ream my tongue deeply into your hot, salty-sweet asshole. You sob with the pleasure and my prick rises higher at the thought of what is to come. I stop swabbing out your hole and move around to the other side of the table where you take my prick into your mouth, deeper and deeper, until your lips are buried in my stiff crotch hair, and suck hard at my oozing cockhead. My impatience abounds and I pull from your sucking throat and quickly return to the ass you present me with such trust and abandon. I move up behind you and put the head of my rampant dong hard against your tight pucker. There I wait a brief moment, letting you prepare for this ultimate in sexual pleasure. Suddenly I push and the slick head of my butt splitter enters just past the sphincter that, even with all your preparation and will, seeks to block my entrance. But, I will not be denied and you would not let me stop now if I wanted to. I push harder and the first two inches slide into your hot, tight butt. This is the best and I wait no longer but ease the full eight inches of my throbbing manhood into your backdoor tunnel. You gasp with the unbelievable feel of my prick filling your asshole and I am amazed at the feel of the walls of your anal passage throbbing around my rod. You are the tightest I’ve ever been in and I am, once again, amazed at the stroke of luck that brought us together. I sense that you have gotten used to my penetration and I begin to stroke in and out, gently massaging you ass walls with my hot, hard prick. You beg me to go faster but, I’m not ready for that yet. I know that my third cum will take some time and I don’t want to wear you out before I’m ready. I’m going to be in your butt for a while, taking all the pleasure I can from the tight tunnel I’m filling. I know that you will be right there with me, riding the sensations to the best orgasm you ever had. I stop partway out of you and take my prick between my thumb and forfinger and begin to twist it around inside you butthole. You rotate your hips in time with me, increasing the radius of our rotation. After a few minutes I begin thrusting my full length deeply into your hole, pulling all the way out to watch you gape open for a moment then snap shut just before I plough back into you. A timeless time passes as the sweat rolls from our bodies and the breath rasps in our throats and the never ceasing rhythm of our coupling endures. The sounds, the slap of flesh against flesh, the slurping and sucking noise of my rock hard prick inside your aching asshole, combine with the odors of sweat and cum and the thin juice that lubes us as we shut tight our eyes and fuck as if we just invented it. More time and my prick has reached that point of pain, where to remain hard any longer is no longer a joy but reaches to become agony. Your asshole is raw with my pounding and you feel sure that I have ruined you, that your butt will never recover from the pounding and stretching that goes on and on without relief. Yet each of us knows that there is a higher plain to reach, that a little endurance will gain us a pleasure that is unsurpassed. So we continue. My thrusting dong seeks out the final depths of you and in an instant all is new again. I bend my knees to increase the pressure on the underside of my prick, stretching you further. You pound back against me as a rising tide of ecstasy washes over you. You moan and cry and spasm against me as you peak in waves of orgasmic delight until suddenly you stop, spent. Yet I cannot stop. I still need more to reach my own release. With your spending the lubrication between us dries away and you begin to feel the pain of my increasingly hard thrusts. You beg me to stop but, I am moments away and cannot end this here. Just as it would seem that the desert of your hot, dry asshole would rip the flesh from me I arch against you and begin to shake with the strength of my orgasm. This third release brings forth little juice, yet it lasts longer and is more intense than any so far. The tip of my prick burns with the thin slime that oozes from it and the rock hard shaft of my prick aches with the blood engorging it. I shake with the intensity of it all and cry out your name as the agonizing ecstasy builds to a jarring climax. It is over. You stand with my cock still caught in your vice-like anal grip. Our legs give way and we sink to the floor. I lie on my back with you laying full length atop me. I hold tightly into you, not moving as my prick softens and slips out of your sweet butt. We relax to open our eyes to view the lonely light of our screens, separated by miles and the time it takes to send e-mail. Your hand reaches vainly through your clothes for your soaking pussy as the last of the sensations you imagined so realistically slip away. My prick softens inside my jeans as I type out the last of my vision. You realize that you must bring to life the visions I have brought you, you must end this empty life of solitary cyber-gropings and electronic fantasies not realized. Of course you will, yet I know with a sadness profound that you will not do so with me. Alas, not with me. Morning Glory Ever woken up to a blow job? It's pretty good, isn't it. That lovely warm feeling, the pressure on your shaft, the up and down. My favourite bit is the tongue around the head, circling and lapping. Well, I say favourite, nothing actually beats the wake up come. The almost soft explosion, the relief, the gradual return of sensation. A few weeks ago I'd say this was one of the best ways to wake up but not anymore. Just imagine, you wake up, your cock is hard, a mouth is wrapped round it, you are in ecstasy. You come. Then you realise your wife is out of town, has been for a few days, and you wonder who just did that. Was it a dream? And then you open your eyes. Licking the last bits of come from your cock is your own daughter. "Cathy?" I blundered, still half asleep. "Morning, dad. Sorry, I couldn't resist. I walked passed the door and it was just there, you know, pointing up and I...well, you know," and she giggled as she played with my balls. Now don't get me wrong, I have no sexual feelings for my daughter, never have, but I didn't have a clue what to do. I was lying back, having just come in my daughter's mouth, with my balls in her hand and I had no idea what to do. "Cathy, I don't think you –" "It's ok, dad, honestly. I just wondered, you know," And she started stroking my cock, slowly, "It looked so yummy. I just had to taste it! And it tastes great! And I love your balls. These things are really weird!" as she jiggled them in her free hand. "Look, Cathy, I –" I wanted to move, to get out of bed, but I couldn't, I was held there almost hypnotically, by the force of her hands. I was getting hard again. "Oo, daddy! Can you do it again? What if I suck you some more," and she lowered her head onto me and started licking the head as she slowly pumped me. I watched her head going up and down, felt her hands on me, squeezing me. I closed my eyes and pretended it was someone else. It took a while but I came again and my daughter lasted, swallowing my second load of the morning. After she'd licked my head clean, she slid under the covers and joined me in the bed, one leg across my belly, a hand gently on my cock. She snuggled into my shoulder, her mouth against my breast, smiling. I gingerly placed my hand on her side, not wanting to touch her anywhere I shouldn't. She squirmed a bit, wriggling against me. I hated myself for enjoying the feeling of her body and her hand. "This feels really nice, daddy. Hold me close." I moved my hand so it could push her thigh into my side, hugging her closer to me. "Mmm, thanks. Daddy, you smell so nice and taste lovely. Can I stay here forever? I feel so safe and warm. perfect." It almost felt normal, a protective arm around my daughter, her snuggling up to me in a warm bed. Then she spoilt the illusion of normality by playing with my balls. She started getting a bit rough with them, juggling them, hitting them with her hand. I had to stop her, took hold of her hand. "Cathy, please, that's too rough. It hurts. Look, I think –" I was moving her hand away, ready to leave the bed but she was quicker, outsmarted me and was lying on top of me, her eyes looking down at me all brown and innocent, before I could do anything else. "Sorry I was too rough, daddy!" she pouted, "I'm not used to playing with them, you know. But I'd like to be. Do men's nipples get hard like ours?" she suddenly asked, flicking one of mine with her fingernail. "Yes, darling, they do. Just like yours." "But not as big!" And she sat up, lifted her t-shirt off and proudly displayed her young, budding breasts. "Look, daddy. Yours aren't as big as mine!" I tried not to look, I really didn't want to look, but I did. I can't explain it. And I only put up a little resistance when she took one of my hands and placed it on one of her breasts. Eventually she let my hand go and it seemed I had no control over it at all as I played with the nipple, squeezing it, making it hard. My other hand eventually played with the other breast. I felt my cock starting to stir again. "Wow, daddy, that feels great! Pinch my nipples again. Ahh! That's excellent. Look how hard they're getting? I've tried doing that but it's just not the same as someone else. I think I'm getting turned on!" She reached down and touched the front of her panties, softly rubbing the gusset, "Oh, yes, I sure am. You'd better stop, daddy! Or this might go too far!" My hands immediately dropped and she once more slid beside me and snuggled. Her hand closed on my cock again, squeezing it lovingly. "Pull the covers up, daddy, it's getting a bit chilly." I pulled the sheet and the blanket up, covering us both, and we slowly drifted off to sleep. Morning Glory He intoxicated her, with little more than his mind. Morning Glory was his name. She had crept out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway. Flicking the switch, she'd felt the excitement rise as she watched the rainbow colours flash across the screen, and listened to the hum of the modem dialling out. Every second was precious, would she catch him, or was tomorrow going to be another long day? She had never met him, never touched him, never felt his hand on her lower back. Yet, her spine would tingle as though his hand was touching hers for the first time. Every night after speaking to him, she would crawl back into bed, her eyelids heavy, her fingers aching, and her mind touching every inch of his body. She would find a body in her bed, it was never he, but it was he who sent her into a chamber of desire. He placed her in such state that he never needed to be there. Her partner would feel her mouth at his ankles, slowly moving up the inside of his calves. She would backtrack slightly, and gently nibble the outside of his lower legs. Moving up, she would lick his balls, and nibble his inner thighs, and then she would stop. His mouth would be covered with hers, her tongue searching for signs of awakening, and at the slightest response she would stop. His lips would part, and his mouth would reach out, and she would wait. Wait for him to concede defeat; then she would begin the dance again. She would see his neck as a feast waiting to be devoured, and attack it with soft vigour; His moans were to her pussy, as is petrol to flames. Her fingers would reach out and twist his nipples, one at a time and always followed by a flick of the warm tongue. She'd blow on them slightly, and then cover them with her mouth and suck on them like a baby at dinnertime. Her fingers would dance around, up and down his sides. Her breasts would be squashed over his cock as she slid her mouth down. His cock would be in her hand, a smile would snake across her lips, her eyes piercing his, and her tongue engulfing the head, as though it was an ice-cream too good to just bite into. Morning Glory had risen, but he had only fanned the smouldering coals of a firestorm. Time passed, and she sought solace in her partner, and no longer needed Morning Glory's kick-start. One morning she awoke, her body languid. A smile curved across her mouth, her lips slightly parted, her body stretched across the bed engulfed by the thick doona. Playing with her hard nipples, she recalled her dream: She had caught an elevator with her partner, deep into a water basement. As the lift opened, she had found herself floating, naked, into deep waters. Her partner followed her, and they had joined a line of other couples. Women were lined up on one side, and men on the other. At one end of the line, a couple would fuck in the deep water, as the others watched. There was no oxygen, but despite this she did not feel panicked. She had watched with interest as a tall man met his partner in the center, his face strangely familiar. His arms were lean but strong, his arse perfectly rounded and firm. He took his partners hand, pulling her close to him. His chest was strong, with a slight trail of curls. She felt herself slip into his partner's body, her partner forgotten. His lips were on her breasts, and his tongue flickering over her nipples. She felt his hands lower themselves, holding her arse firmly, and his mouth moving down her stomach. He kicked down in the water, his limbs moving smoothly through the water, and brought his face in line with her pussy. He gently kissed the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her erect clit. She felt her body tense, as though she was looking over the edge of a cliff. As he gently began kissing her pussy his tongue engulfed her clit; she felt herself let go of the safety barrier, and began the free-fall. There was no beginning or end to his mouth and her pussy; she was lifted from her descent, and her body floated through the air. His tongue explored her, pushing deep inside her. As the tension began to run through her toes and her thighs, her attention turned to his thick erect cock. She began fighting against his grip; he sensed by the urgency in her movements that there was a hunger inside her. She slid down, running her mouth over his chest. His skin felt smooth against hers, she took his cock into her mouth, his hand gripping her by the hair, pushing her face into his groin. She took him to the back her throat, her tongue dancing over the length of his cock. Her arms wrapped themselves around his firm legs, her hands playing softly with his balls. He released his grip on her enough to allow her to take her mouth from his cock and to use her mouth to caress his balls. She took them in her mouth one at a time, gently licking them. He grasped her arm, and pulled her up with a sense of exigency. He pulled her onto his cock, the hardness cut through her, causing her to silently scream with covetousness. He looked at her in the eye, as he brought her down on his hard cock again. *** It was a dream she was to keep in mind for sometime, and perhaps never forget. Morning Glory, though a stranger, had found his way into her dreams. He had taken her to a place that she had wondered if she would ever find again. Despite having had expressed her sexuality in a variety of situations, and experimenting with various styles, never before had she been stimulated by a man whose voice she had never heard, whose lips she had not studied, whose smile she had not seen. He intoxicated her, it seemed, with little more than his mind.