0 comments/ 15483 views/ 2 favorites Morning Love By: melpri24 I awoke to feel his hot, hard cock throbbing inside my equally hot, wet pussy. My husband often takes me in my sleep, it's our favorite way to wake up. Daylight was just poking its way through a crack in the blind covering the bedroom window as I let out a low guttural moan while he slowly began to thrust inside me. He filled my entire being as I wrapped my long legs around his waist, and encouraged him to continue. My body met and absorbed his every move. He groaned above me as my hot pussy enveloped his throbbing member. I came, and came again as he continued to move inside me. I whimpered as he suddenly pulled out of me. "On your hands and knees, Baby!" he growled. I turned over and positioned myself waiting. He teased me with his tongue and fingers mercilessly until I came again. I was beside myself with ecstasy, when once more his beautiful hard cock was thrusting inside me. "Ohhh!" I moaned as his balls slapped against my clit. I bucked and trembled as I came once more, my pussy juices soaked his balls. He reached around with his strong, masculine hands and squeezed my aching nipples. I could feel him swell inside me then he uttered a loud grunt, and shot his hot cum deep inside my wanting pussy. We collapsed together still entwined, and fell into a contented sleep as the birds began to chirp outside. Later I awoke to soft kisses upon my neck. Strong hands once again caressed my nipples. My wet pussy was again awakening. "Suck me, Baby" he whispered in my ear. He laid on his back, and I turned myself around. I gently teased his hard member with my finger tips, and kissed his mouth deeply. I then worked my way down his body, kissing and tormenting. I kissed the head of his cock, and ran my tongue slowly along his entire length. "MMMM Baby, you know what I like" he moaned softly. "Yes I do, Sweetheart" I crooned back I continued by kissing and teasing his hard cock until he was beside himself, then I took his entire cock into my mouth. I sucked hard and long, I could taste his precum and it made me so hot I began to finger my clit. Watching me finger myself and feeling me suck his hard cock drove him wild. "Come here, Baby" he whispered, "I want my cock inside that hot pussy again" "OK" I said as my smoldering eyes looked into his. I sat up and grasp his beautiful cock, aiming it for the perfect place. I slowly lowered myself onto it, savoring every wonderful inch. I sat still for a few seconds enjoying the feeling of him filling me. Finally, I began to move slowly milking him. He squeezed my nipples as I rocked above him. "Ohhh!" I moaned enjoying his hot, hard cock. Our bodies trembled, and our sweat mingled. I came, and came again, as I rode and rode his throbbing cock. "You're so beautiful" he whispered, as I came again. He then gently put his arms around me, and turned us over. Now he was on top and thrusting into me. Oh, how he made me feel so good. I don't know how many times I came. My entire body was lost to his sweet touch. Sunlight was now peeking it's way into the bedroom. He continued to thrust inside me, always urging one more orgasm from my wanting body. Finally, he could stand no more, with one last thrust he again shot his hot cum deep inside my pussy. Once again we fell into a contented sleep. Morning Love I awakened very slowly and dreamily. I was still the front spoon and in John's arms, just like I had been when we went to sleep. We hadn't moved at all during the night, and my lover felt wonderfully warm against my back. I didn't really want to be awake, but it felt so cozy and perfect that I didn't want to go back to sleep and miss out on enjoying it. I opened my eyes just a little and could see that some gray light was coming in around the drapes, so I guessed it was about dawn. I sure didn't want to leave my warm cocoon but I had to pee, so I very slowly and carefully moved myself away from John and out from under his arm. He was asleep, breathing deeply and regularly, and looked very peaceful. Outside the warm bed, the room was cold. My sleepy eyes didn't like the bright bathroom light, but I peed, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair into shape. I intended to crawl carefully back into bed for some more sleep. Or something. I had turned the bathroom light off and started back to bed when I thought about the 'or something,' so I went back and put some Vaseline into my pussy, just in case. My pussy is getting used to being full of big Herman and I make plenty of lubrication, so I don't think I really need this Vaseline. It makes it easier to stretch for him, though, and it keeps me from getting sore. Besides, I like the slippery feeling when John's penis slides in and out of me. After the bright light in the bathroom, the bedroom was so dim that I was right next to the bed before I realized it was empty. Then I could hear the shower running in John's bathroom, so I knocked and heard him say, 'Good morning, Sweetie. Get your pretty little butt in here.' I giggled and opened the door to a very steamy bathroom. I saw John in the shower and called to him that I'd be right back with some OJ for us. He said to hell with the OJ and for me to come in because he had something to show me. Then John stepped out of the shower with water streaming off him, and I saw what he meant when he said he had 'something to show me.' It was Herman, sticking straight out, red and swollen, and bobbing up and down. Just the way I liked him. It looked like I was about to have a shower, so I grabbed my cap and pulled it on. I threw myself into John's arms for my good morning kiss, being careful not to impale myself on Herman. His body was so wet that I couldn't get a good hold around his waist with my legs, and I started to slip down. John put his hands under my bottom and held me up and kissed me. He walked us over to the counter and sat me down on the cool marble without breaking our kiss. I could feel Herman's tip poking me, searching for my entrance, and I moved a little to help him. I'm sure glad I took that moment to use some Vaseline. I guess I'll never understand about that foreplay stuff. I'm always ready. I feel like my pussy is gushing and wide open, calling for Herman. That thought would have made me giggle, but I wasn't in a laughing mood. I very seriously wanted to be fu .... made love to. The next thing I knew, I had my knees up to about John's shoulders, my arms around his neck, my tongue in his mouth, and the entire length of big, warm, wonderful Herman buried in my vagina. Wow, I'm getting my good morning kiss and my good morning ............. um ...... fucking both at the same time. Another first. Mmmmmmmmmmmm Ohhhhhhh, I think I'm just about to have my ............ good ......... morning ....... climax, too .......... Ooohhh, Yesssssssssssss! I squealed into John's mouth, pulled his hair with one hand to keep his lips on mine, dug the fingernails of the other hand into his shoulder, used my strong legs to help him thrust even harder into me, and had a short, wonderful little orgasm. We kept up our kiss through my climax, and John continued to stroke Herman in and out of me but more slowly and gently. We finally broke our kiss and both said, 'I love you,' at the same time. That had to be the longest, most passionate, and wonderful good morning kiss in the whole history of mankind. Womankind, too. I got kissed, fu ... made love to, and had an orgasm all at the same time. Wow, what a way to start the day! John said, 'Sweetheart, you seem to live right on the edge of an orgasm, twenty four hours a day. As soon as I get into you, you're coming. You have such wonderful natural sexuality, that I'm constantly amazed. I'm very lucky to be the one you chose to share it with.' I blushed with pleasure, or maybe it was from being sexually excited. Either way, I could feel my face and neck get warm and red. 'John, Darling Lover, I didn't even know what an orgasm was a week ago. Whatever I am sexually, you made me that way. I don't think I would feel much of anything if I didn't love you so much.' John was holding Herman quiet inside me as we shared a long, deep kiss, but I could feel him throbbing and jerking deep in my pussy. That was almost enough to send me over again. Not quite, though, and I had that delicious tingly feeling of being right on the brink of coming. John pulled back a little, and we stopped kissing and both looked down to watch his penis slide in and out of me. I leaned forward and got the best view I'd ever had of myself being ..... fucked. Even though I had been sexually active for a few days and we had made love a lot, I hadn't gotten any bigger down there. The outer lips of my pussy were stretched snugly around my Herman, just like little pink rubber bands. John pulled all the way out and let me watch the whole length of his penis slide slowly back into me until it was completely buried. Then he took it out and slid it up and down in the top of my cleft with the underside sliding over my button. I'm sure glad I don't have any hair down there to spoil the view. Oh, that feels good on my button. Just enjoy it, girl. Don't go over yet. I put a finger on Herman to press him just a tiny bit more firmly against my clitoris. You'd better stop that, Girl. You're going to come if you keep it up. The combination of what I was watching and the feel of what he was doing to my clitoris was almost enough to make me lose control again. I really had to concentrate on not coming. When he plunged back into me there was that awful noise as the air was forced out of my pussy, but I was so excited and it felt so good that I wasn't even embarrassed. I loved watching the outside part of my pussy being stretched and caressed by John's hot penis while inside I was feeling my vagina being massaged and wonderfully filled at the same time. My big swollen clitoris was riding along the top of Herman as he moved in and out of me. My button was swollen with excitement, and the hood that normally covered it was pulled back so I could see the reddish-pink head. I experimentally used my finger to press it down just a little bit more against that hot, hard penis. Oh, stop that. You're going to make yourself go over. Take that finger away. What I was seeing added to what I was feeling, and the combination was so thrilling that I had to consciously will myself not to go over. It was hard to watch and feel those wonderful things and not let them carry me to a climax, but I tried. My climaxes were too wonderful and I loved them too much, though, and the urge to come was finally just irresistible. I coldn't control myself any longer. John pulled his penis all the way out of me and just held it there with the engorged purple head jerking up and down. I knew right then that there was no use in trying to hold back any longer. I was going to come as soon as his penis entered me again, I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to stop it, and I gave myself up completely to my pleasure. I watched the tip part my tender pussy lips, and I started to go over as soon as Herman's head entered me. John buried his penis in me right up to the hilt, and by the time the tip reached my cervix, I was at my peak. That one stroke of John's penis was like a Fourth of July firework. The fuse was lit as his tip parted my lips, the fuse burned as he slid into me, and when the tip touched the innermost reaches of my vagina, I Exploded! I had been quietly watching John's hard penis going into me, but when his tip hit my cervix, my climax went off inside me with a BANG. It hit me so suddenly and overwhelmingly that I shrieked! John and I were both surprised as that loud burst of noise echoed around that big tiled bathroom. I had known that I was going to go over, but I sure hadn't expected it to be like a bomb going off. We had been making love sweetly and gently, but there was nothing sweet and gentle about the nuclear blast that detonated inside me. My orgasmic dam burst, and the shock wave hit every cell of my body. I'm sure I made noise after that first scream, but my mind was too overwhelmed to notice anything. I was experiencing those impossibly bright red and yellow flashes of light inside my eyes. There was a roaring in my ears like I was standing right next to a waterfall. My bells were ringing, my teeth were clenched, and I knew my fingernails were digging furrows into my lover's shoulders, but I couldn't help it. My toes were cramping, too, but I didn't care. I had my legs around John's waist, and I used them to thrust myself up and force his penis in and out of my pussy. He responded by meeting my every motion with a hard thrust. I reached my peak suddenly, but I thought I was never going to come down from it. I just stayed there and stayed there, my ears roaring, my lights flashing, in an impossible long explosion. John finally stopped moving his penis inside me and took me by the shoulders and shook me, and that snapped me out of it. If he hadn't done that, I probably would have just gone on coming until I died. He said he was sorry he had to shake me like that, but that he was getting worried about me. I had been too far gone and for too long, so I actually felt a sense of relief that it was over with. When my pounding heart and gasping breath finally got back to almost normal, I felt really good. This was another of those times when having a huge, monster of an orgasm energized me. Oh, my God, that was incredible! When I had that big climax in bed last night, it knocked into some kind of coma. Now, I just had an even bigger orgasm, and I feel lively. I guess I'll never figure it out. Maybe it's best that way, not to know what's coming. I want more. Well, not so much ..... fucking, at least not right now. Just......... more. What I would really like is a nice, long kiss. John eased a still erect Herman out of me, I slid off the counter to my feet, and we shared a wonderful kiss. It wasn't as ...... explosive as the first one, but it was still wonderful. I opened my eyes while we were kissing and saw us in the big mirror. At first I saw a tiny girl who looked silly in a shower cap with a huge, naked, wet man who had to bend way over to kiss her. It looked very awkward and ......... incongrous. That girl was so little that she couldn't really get her arms around his shoulders, and she looked like a doll in his arms. Then I added what I was feeling to what I saw, and there was a big man passionately kissing a little woman whom he loved and who loved him. I saw big warm Herman, hard and throbbing between them up against her stomach, knew her pussy was wide open from just having been wonderfully stretched, and everything seemed perfect. Even the shower cap didn't look too silly. Then I noticed in the mirror that John had opened his eyes and was also looking at us. We both smiled, but our kiss continued. Then I closed my eyes, slid my tongue into my lover's mouth, and enjoyed our wonderful kiss. I knew I would carry the image of what I had seen in the mirror in my mind forever. When our kiss was over, my heart was racing again, and my legs were kind of weak. I slid down John's wet body until I was on my knees, looking straight at Herman's little slit. He was bobbing up and down about three inches from my nose. John put a hand on each side of my head and held it still. Then he moved Herman's tip until it touched my bottom lip. I opened my mouth a little, and he gently moved Herman's dripping tip between my lips. I made an 'O' with my lips to seal them gently around him, and he slid his wet, slippery penis into my mouth until the tip touched the back of my throat. He held it still right there, throbbing and jerking. Herman tasted of my pussy, his slippery stuff, and a little Vaseline he had just picked up inside me. Yummy I made suction until my cheeks were hollowed and John held my head as he slowly started pulling Herman back. When just the head was in my mouth and my lips sealed around that really sensitive area just below the head, John held my head and his penis still. While he held Herman and my head very still, I sucked and gently licked him that ultrasensitive spot just under the head. He started throbbing harder, the vein swelled even more, there was a continuous flow from the little slit, and he even got bigger, huge. I think he's just on the brink of going over, and it's very hard for him to hold back. I sure know what that feels like! It's wonderful, and it just about drives me crazy. I bet if I gave him a couple of hard licks or started humming he would go over in about two seconds. I can feel Herman throb every time John's heart beats. John said, 'Diane, I am so close to coming that I can hardly stand it. I don't want to come yet, though. If I move at all, I won't be able to stop. Don't suck, and stop licking. Ohhhh! Open wide, Sweetie. You're about to get a mouthful. Mmmmmmmmmm.' I opened wide so my mouth was no longer touching him at all. John was still holding my head, and when Herman jerked, he bounced against my upper lip. John groaned, and I felt a warm flood over my tongue and into my mouth. I was afraid if I tried to swallow I would move my mouth and touch him, and he had told me not to do that. I just held my lips and tongue as still as I could. Herman jerked again, and I got a huge gusher that hit my tongue and splashed all over the inside of my mouth. John had been holding my head still, but then he pushed me back a few inches, and the next spurt missed my mouth completely. I wanted to watch, so I opened my eyes just in time to see Herman's little slit open and another gusher of semen emerge. I watched and felt it land in my hair, on my forehead, down my cheek, and some dripped off my eyebrow into my eye. Boy, did that ever sting! I closed my eyes tightly because of the sting, and I felt another gusher splash onto my hair and face. I felt even felt it on my throat and breasts as it dripped off my face. John groaned, 'Oh, Baby, I can't stop. Suck me. Hard. Make me come all the way. Finish me!' He stopped holding my head and let me make love to him as he had taught me. As I leaned forward to take him into my mouth, I had just enough time to swallow my mouthful of come. Then I had as much of that hard, hot, throbbing penis as I could take in my mouth. I ignored the sting caused by the come in my eye, and I wanted my lover's orgasm to be as good for him as mine had been for me. I did everything he had taught me and even some things I had learned from my limited experience at giving him pleasure. I put my lips in an 'O' firmly around his shaft, sucked until my cheeks were hollowed, bobbed my head to slide his penis in and out of my mouth, licked that ultrasensitive place under the head, and hummed in my throat. I wasn't trying to give him a long, pleasurable sucking, I wanted to give him the hardest, most intense orgasm I possibly could. I just did everything I possibly could to make him come. I didn't take more than half of him into my mouth because I wanted to concentrate on the areas I knew were most sensitive. Herman's head, just under it, and just below it. I knew I was doing what he really loved, because I was rewarded by hearing John groan and knew that he was going to really come this time. Then I reached my hand up and gently squeezed his testicles, and that really did it! I thought his orgasm should have been almost over, considering what I had already taken in my mouth and all over my face and hair, but it was like he started all over again! As I was bobbing, sucking, licking, and humming John's penis gave a big jerk and my mouth was flooded with the biggest and longest gusher of come I had ever gotten. It just poured out of him! My God, where is this all coming from? His semen factory must have really been working overtime while he was sleeping. As I concentrated on giving him the best orgasm he'd ever had, John continued to explode into my mouth. Gusher after gusher, spurt after spurt. I had learned to swallow with my mouth open, and I gulped down several mouthfuls. The come was so thick that some of it got stuck way back in my throat and started to gag me, but I swallowed another big spurt and it went on down. John's penis finally started softening and shrinking, and the gushes became just a flow, then a dribble. When he had finished, I took him out of my mouth and had three good swallow to clear my mouth and throat. Then I took just the head back between my lips and milked him with my hand to get the last drops. Wow, what an .... ejaculation! I think there was enough come there for ten orgasms. That was more than one of my little semen snacks, that was more like a full course dinner. Huh, my eye doesn't sting anymore. I'm going to try not to get it in my eyes after this. Live and learn. John's climaxes are kind of like mine; When they start, I never know exactly what to expect. Thin, sweet, thick, salty ....... never quite the same taste. The amount changes, too. The one he just had was a real biggie. I love it because I can digest all those nutritious sperms and they become a part of me. Yummm, Breakfast of Champions. I started to giggle, but my lips were so cummy that I mainly smacked. We both looked into the mirror to see a semen faced little blonde and a big man who looked spent. John took me into his arms and kissed me, gooey lips and all, and I slid my cummy tongue into his mouth. This sure has been a wonderful start to my day. I bet there isn't a woman in the whole wide world who woke up to loving as wonderful as I just had. My lover seems pretty happy about what he got, too. I think I had more sex in the last twenty minutes than most women get in a month. I hope John feels as good as I do. I have a feeling that this is going to be a wonderful, wonderful day. ___________________________________________ Comments always welcome. Votes are fun, too. For more of Diane's erotic experiences, please read the other stories by MathGirl at Literotica.com Everyone in the story over eighteen, of course Morning Love He could feel her rubbing herself against his thigh like a cat and he knew that if a woman could purr she would be. He didn't open his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. He just lay there waiting for what he knew would be coming next. Her hand moved down from where it lay on his chest further under the sheets until it rested at the top of his groin. Her hand paused there for only a matter of seconds before it swept to his cock and he drew in a breath as he felt her hand grasp it. She murmured in his ear, "I'm horny Ryan. Take me." He opened his eyes then as if his wife had just given him permission to. He turned his head and looked into her face and saw the desire for sex all over it. He turned on to his side and kissed her tenderly on the lips and she returned it with some force. He smiled in the kissing and returned the force as his hands swept down her back and then back up it, feeling the gentle ridges of her spine. His hands swept into her hair and he tangled his fingers into and then softly pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck. He heard her moan and gave her skin a little nibble before moving on. Her back ached as she rolled on to it and she felt his lips round her hardening nipples, brown against the paleness of the rest of her white breasts. His tongue teased one as with the other hand he gave the other a gentle squeeze with the tips of two of his fingers. He swapped round as her fingers tried to find a grip on his back. She mumbled, "More, please." "We have nothing else to do so we can take our time, can we not?" But even he was trying to restrain himself especially as she pushed him over so she could give him some attention. She smiled down at him with her eyes full of lust and the smile one of conspiracy. He returned it and she just caught a glimpse of it before she went to circle her tongue round one of his own nipples. He closed his eyes and a sigh of bliss escaped his lips. Steadily she moved down his chest giving soft kisses on the way down until she reached his half erect penis from earlier. She ran her hand down it and teasing she asked, "Do you want more?" He nodded and attempted to speak, "Yes." But it came out as a hoarse whisper. She smiled and bent to run her tongue up the length of his manhood. Reaching the top she ran the tip of her tongue around the edge and over the small ridge that was the most sensitive. He gasped and made fists of his hands. A hand ran over his balls and gave them a loving squeeze before slipping to the edge of his anus where she rubbed at it at the same time as her tongue ran over his cock. She felt his cock jump from the attention of her tongue and she let out a giggle. He looked to her and asked, "What was that for?" "Nothing, just remembering." "Come here..." He pulled her gently up his body so she once again towered over him and ran his hand down her back and down her buttocks to crept pass them to her wet opening, her flower as she liked to teasingly call it when she had been a virgin. He found her small peak that was her clit and began to rub at it. She closed her eyes and moaned as he stirred her nerves and hormones up. He reached up and kissed her moaning lips as he rubbed harder and then let a finger slip inside her. She moaned again and clung to him as shivers went through her. He withdrew the finger and she moaned in complaint but then a sigh of happiness came rapidly after as he put two fingers in. He murmured, "You are certainly horny this morning and so sexy and so..." He didn't finish as she pushed her lips hard against his. Releasing his lips she moaned, "The other as well... the other." With a finger he drew some of her cum up to her anus, the hole she only let touch with a finger. With what he thought was enough lubricate he slipped a finger in at the same time as the other. She moaned aloud as she felt herself feeling full. He remarked, "You do like that don't you?" She nodded with a smile of pleasure. He drew them in and out for a few moments and then returned to her vagina. His cock was demanding to get in and feel the tightness of her. He felt her running the lips of her opening up and down his cock and he had to restrain himself. With a teasing smile she asked, "Do you want me like I want you?" "Oh God, yes." With a hand she soft guided it into her wet warm opening and let it enter her until he was completely engulfed by her narrow bodily tunnel. He moaned, "Never had children. I love this tightness." She only smiled as she rose up and down, feeling him inside her and causing her to have an orgasm that he never knew about, one that left her feeling complete from the fact he was the prefect length for her. As she lay so close to him he took a nipple in his mouth and softly tugged at it making her moan again as with the other lay on her hip, guiding her to go a little faster. In one swift movement he turned her over, her legs wrapping themselves round his knees as he turned her on to her back with his cock only half coming out. He growled as he felt frustration rising in him. He wanted to come; she was making him so horny and hot. With her feet resting hard against his buttocks he thrust deep into her repeatedly with her only moaning from the pleasure of it. His breathing became heavier as he pounded his balls against her and then he felt him come deep inside her and dropped to lie on her. She hugged him tight and kissed him softly in his hair while a smile of peace lay on her face... Morning Love The comforter crumpled beneath him, his long body stretched out naked, warm, waiting. I stopped in my tracks to take in the still-surprising sight of him in my bed. He held out his hand to me and I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and smile down at him. He looked younger, clearer, more like he might have back then, I thought, with her. He slid a hand under my hair, wrapped it around the nape of my neck and pulled me to him. He kissed me, then buried his face in my neck. "I know we have to go soon, but..." I covered him with my body and kissed him everywhere, each kiss a prayer. The noon light filtered through the curtains and reflected out in strange glowing shapes from inside the dresser mirror. And sound itself seemed to hush. When my prayers were done I rose and, straddling him, began moving my hips in slow circles over his. He watched my eyes as I ran my hands down the length of his waist over and over again. And in that warm forgiving moment, we witnessed each other into becoming; adjusting ourselves, together, into this new place. I bent forward to let my hair fall over his face, to kiss his wet cheeks, his open mouth, the sharp bristly curve of his jaw. His hands wound through my hair and over my breasts, and his hips rose tightly to meet me at every circling of my own. But as my hand closed around him to guide him into me, he stopped me and sat up, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my neck. Finally, into the rising heat between us, he whispered something without words. I drew back, not understanding, but trusting, I waited for what he wanted. Finally, he moved out from under me and sat up against the pillows at the head of the bed. He settled himself with his legs crossed but slightly open and held his arms out to me. I crawled into the nest he had made of himself and he laid me sideways across his body, cradling me, wrapping one arm around me while the other gently opened my legs. I leaned back to rest my head against his chest and closed my eyes to feel his touch trace a line along my inner thigh, up and over my belly and down the other thigh. He did this over and over until I turned to kiss him. And as I opened his mouth with mine, he slid his hand along my belly and down between my legs. Then more tenderly than I have ever felt a man's touch, he simply rested his cupped hand against me. And that was all. He rubbed his cheek against my hair and let his breath brush across my ear, but other than that he did not move. I could feel the rising fullness of his cock straining between my hip and his belly, but still his hand did not move. I took in a great, satisfied breath, and he curved himself inward slightly to make room for me. This is how he said it. We breathed. And for the longest time, there was only the slow coming together of our breath's rhythm. And then I understood... this is the giving that lives beneath the words. And so I let myself begin to rest into his giving, opening to receive it. And eventually, his stillness made me still. Still in an ageless way - present, sacred. And as I lay there in his arms, learning how to rest in his hand, in the wash of that filtered noon sun, I began to hear the chant of a world that had never spoken to me before. And the voice of that world sang to me, "you are safe, you are safe, you are safe... let go" until the melting truth of it came as all the tears I never cried. And before I could know it, I felt all the perverted obsessive highs of the past wither and fall away in dishonor. All the times I made myself silent and invisible, legs too tightly together out of fear of being hurt, invaded, destroyed... fell away. All the jabbing in and slipping out of diaphragms and IUDs, the burn of spermicides, the irritation of condoms, all the cramping and pain of month after month of the flow of blood that had been shamed. All the infections, irritations, frustrations. All the awkward digging and poking invasions of doctors and other learned men. All the gut-punch injustices of being female in this distorted world simply fell away in that precious moment. And there I was. Unwrapped. My sobbing eventually subsided, and the stillness between us continued to feed on the tides of our breath but did not move from its own inviolable center. It seemed for a time that the sun itself had even paused in its arc for us, to give us this moment, this healing, this temporary shelter in which to house, for just a moment, the deep mystery of being human - a man and a woman. But as the day rose inevitably to its own warmth, the increasing heat between the center of myself and his holding hand became, in the most luscious way, too much. And finally I no longer wanted to resist the delicious urge to push just a little against the hollow cup of his palm and then more urgently against the broad hard heel of his hand. I no longer wanted to be still. And as my wetness began to spread down my thighs and soak his wrist, and the musky salt smell of me began to wrap itself around us, he took in a sharp breath of it and clenched his jaw. He let out a long low throaty moan and shifted his hips under mine so that his cock was pressed more firmly against me. I looked down to see his forearm flex as he pushed his hand up, almost imperceptively, against me. And at this new firmness, I opened my legs wider, slid my hands over my breasts and down along my thighs and began to thrust my whole body forward and back in a slow tense oval within his hand. My thighs began to shake from the tension and the small of my back arched up away from his body. I turned my face into the crook of his neck and opened my mouth so I could take in more of his scent. And from somewhere deep inside me, my voice hummed up through my throat in an old old song, and I felt my pelvis let go into an effortless rocking, the same unquestioning trust of deep water against the great holding earth below it. And I became, at that moment, the wet salt sea herself, held in the loving hand of her secret god. The entire room held us within our own scent, tangy and consecrated, and vastly fresh like endless turquoise water. His breath and mine became a single golden ribbon weaving through the room, lifted and swayed by a confluence of currents, air moving towards visibility. And with every deep breath I took of that living air, waves of colors I have no names for radiated outward from the edges of the mirror as clouds passed over the sun and drifted away. Light unpacked its wares and that beautiful first morning of May bent itself to make room for the weight of living. And in the center of it all, I was dancing and everything female danced with me. Rocking in the webwork of his open hand. And just as I let go, just as I opened my whole self to the uncoiling whorl of it all, I heard him strain and groan under the expectant weight of my pleasure. A forever later, I opened my eyes to see him watching me intently, waiting. I could not speak. Words, like the margins of my own body, the walls of that bedroom, simply had not been re-invented yet. But the intensity in his gaze brought me back little by little until I realized that his whole body was vibrating around me. I reached up to touch his mouth, as if I could feel words into being there. But instead, he took my hand in his and licked my palm, deliberately and deliciously, then guided my hand down to his cock. As soon as my wet hand made contact, his whole body arched and he was suddenly and fiercely above me, shoving my legs apart with his. He hovered over me, elbows to either side of my head, and grabbed my hair in two tight handfuls. He held me there for a long moment, looking into my eyes desperately, as if he would never see me again. And as he thrust full into me with a low throaty grunt, his eyes never left mine. We watched ourselves in each other's eyes until he slowly withdrew and thrust again. And a third time until I fell into the long blue halls behind his eyes and the sound that came from my mouth was one that told him I was not afraid for either of us to die. He let go of my hair, gathered me tight against his chest and closed his mouth roughly on mine. He buried himself within me again and again until his voice suddenly broke open, surrendering into my mouth the cry no man ever plans to make. And as he poured into me, I received him deep and holy, like a last breath. And for the first time in his life, he gave all he was without shame. Morning Love Every day has been like a dream for the past two years. A happy dream where everybody wakes up refreshed and ready for the next day. Today was like any other; waking up to Reveille after another restful night, Mark and Alycia stirred in the morning light that poured through the bedroom window. Today was Saturday and neither of them had anywhere to be at any particular time. Rolling over towards Mark, Alycia propped herself on her elbows and she leaned in and gently kissed his lips. He sleepily blinked and smiled up at her, and He knew from the look on her face that today was going to be a really good day. Alycia continued to kiss him, placing her hands on either side of his head and lowering her body onto his. Her slinky silken spaghetti strap nightdress glided against his bare chest. She let her long, curly hair drape over her left shoulder and drag across his chest as she moved in for another kiss. Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him tenderly. Moving with his response, she parted her lips and their tongues met. Her head swam in a dizzy spell that always happened when they kissed like this. He pulled her tight to him and held her head to his kissing her harder and pushing his tongue past her lips. Their tongues battled for dominance and she lost. Giggling she broke the kiss. For a moment they looked at each other; gazing dreamily into one another's eyes. Alycia loved moments like this when for a second the entire world was right and she felt completely and totally safe with Mark. Alycia lay down on top of Mark, hugging him around his neck. Sighing heavily, loving this moment so much. She pushed herself back up and she kissed his forehead. Then she sat up and whispered, "I love you," while looking into his dark brown eyes. After a moment her mood changed and she had this look of lust in her eyes. She leaned forward and straddled him at his groin. She perfectly placed her body on top of his pelvis. "Ooo! Someone is a little excited this morning!" She laughed and threw her head back while churning her body in a back and forth motion, "this ought to turn you on." She drew a deep breath and while leaning backwards with her hands on his knees she started to breathe quiet deeply. Still moving in a back and forth motion, her body began to have an orgasm without her touching herself. This was a little trick of hers. She can make herself have an orgasm at will anytime, anywhere. And to think, this was only one secret of many. A long time ago she was hypnotized by a boyfriend to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. After a while she learned to escape his control and control it herself. She had great pleasure knowing that she could defy her ex. But this was six years ago. Now she uses her talents and repossessed control to tease and please herself as well as her current lover, friend, and husband. Someday she may tell him everything, but right now it not the right time or place. He looked up at her with astonishment. Her little trick never ceases to amaze him. He grabbed a hold of her waist and helped her move in the right direction at the right pace. When she was finished and leaned forward again, he grabbed her hands with his and stroking her hands with his thumbs he said, "I love it when you do that." "I know," she said playfully as she grinned down at him, "I can tell Mark Jr. liked it too!" She giggled which caused her to squirm on his groin. She felt him twitch and throb beneath her. "I think I need to tease you some more. Let me get this out of the way." She crossed her arms at the hem of her nightdress whipping it over her head and threw it on the floor at the end of the bed. Alycia hardly wore panties to bed; they usually served no purpose since most of the time they ended up on the floor so she stopped wearing them to bed. She heard him moan involuntarily as his hands automatically went to her full breasts. She always liked her breasts, especially after she got her nipples pierced. Now she likes to attach odd and exotic jewelry to the rings and sometimes to the nipples themselves. She put her hands behind her head and moved herself in a circular motion. He found her nipple rings and pinched them gently between his thumbs and index fingers. She moaned and closed her eyes and she felt her second orgasm building up deep in her body. Again she leaned backward, grabbing his thighs to keep her body in his reach. This time her moans were a little louder. He encouraged her by pinching and groping harder and faster as her breathing and motions grew faster and faster. She felt herself clench and spasm with a raging orgasm that gripped her entire body. She shuddered and squirmed on top of her lover as he held her in place by her breasts. Mark couldn't help but grin a sideways grin. He loved hearing her orgasms, especially if he was the one who caused them. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. After Alycia had come down from her orgasm Mark grabbed her by her upper arms and in one swift motion he threw her on the bed and straddled her hips. She gasped as she suddenly flopped on the bed; her hair everywhere and eyes afire with lust she saw the same look in her lover's eyes as he took charge. He looked down at her, loved her, wanted her, needed her, and lusted for her. God she made him so hot! He gazed at her below him, completely helpless to his touch, not that she would resist. He felt a wave of emotions run over him, almost intoxicating. He drank in her beauty and knew that she was his for the taking. Clearing his head a little he managed, "you have teased me long enough. Now it is my turn to tease and torture!" And with that he leaned down and kissed her fiercely, pressing his mouth to hers so hard she tried to turn away. He also grabbed her breasts as he turned her head sideways with his chin. He found her ear and began to lick and nibble on the lobe and the cartilage alternating between licking, biting, and blowing cold air across her ear. This made her moan and writhe with pleasure. Every time he switched actions she would gasp or sigh and squirm and wiggle under his weight. He loved to watch he move and squirm and twitch with pleasure. He switched to the other ear and her moans grew louder. She wrapped her arms around his back below his arms and pressed her nails into his skin as she enjoyed this rapture. He moved his way down to her neck after first kissing her again. He ran his tongue down the center of her neck and then kissed going back up. He moaned into her neck and started nibbling as he worked his way down again. Every now an then he got a little playful and buried his face in her neck and blew a raspberry making her giggle and squeal and squirm even more than she already was. After slowing down a little bit, Mark worked his way down from her neck to her chest, as he kissed the whole way down. He grabbed her right breast with one hand and kissed the other on top of the breasts. He kissed around the nipple, on the underside where it is most sensitive, then ran his tongue everywhere he had kissed. Alycia gasped and sighed and arched her back into him as he continued to lick and suckle on her skin. After finding where was most exciting this morning, he began to suck on the underside of her breast while pinching the nipple and gently pulling and twisting the nipple ring. Her moans were growing louder and he knew that if he kept this up she'd have another orgasm right beneath him. This thought filled him mind and became his number one goal. He sucked harder and faster, furiously licking and sucking while pinching and twisting her nipple. Alycia arched her back even higher and she clawed at his back feeling the orgasm rip through her entire body. But even as she finishes coming he doesn't stop. Instead he sucks her nipple into his mouth and feeds on it; biting the ring and pulling back with his head. Then he sucked on her nipple and flicked the ring up and down against his teeth. All of a sudden he switched to the other breast doing exactly what he did to the other one to this one. His hand groped and squeezed her left breast as he worked on the other one. And just like before he made her gasp, sigh, and moan loudly as he lead her to another crashing orgasm. She felt his erection and it was throbbing inside his shorts. Panting and trying to catch her breath, Mark kissed his way down her stomach, crawling down the bed and positioning himself right between her legs. Alycia never felt so on fire; there has to be a Niagara Falls and she thinks that the bed should be soaking wet. Mark rubbed her legs, starting at her ankles and working his way up to hips, then back down. He used the pads of his fingers and lightly traced patterns and changed directions often traveling in all directions but never touching her between her legs. He alternated from using pads of fingers to using his nails and gently scraping and scratching her legs. Alycia clawed at the covers on the bed as his touches torture her. He rubs and squeezes on the insides of her thighs, gets very close to between her legs but refuses to touch. He took his right hand and gently touched at the top of her pubic hair and traced his fingertips down and around the outside of her labia. He laughs a little when she begs him to touch her clit, to make her come. Mark smiles and runs a finger overtop her labia, then ever so slowly slides his finger inside and discovers that she is absolutely soaking wet! Gently and slowly he moved his index finger up and down the length of her snatch, spreading the juices to her clit which is throbbing as much as his hard-on. His index finger found her ultra-sensitive clit and began to rub it in a circular motion. Immediately Alycia started to moan and slightly arched her back as well as tensed every muscle in her lower region. Mark rubbed faster and switched to his thumb to cover her whole clit. He showed no mercy and continued to rub even faster causing her to gasp for breath as a screaming orgasm coursed through her body. Alycia's legs felt like jello as she pushed herself off the bed with her feet. Mark continued to rub at the same pace as a second orgasm thrashed her. Barely able to breathe, Alycia begged him to stop. Begged for air, but Mark had other ideas in mind. He merely slowed down to let her catch her breath. He switched from her clit to her vaginal opening; sliding his middle finger in slowly, twisting as he entered her. He felt how tight she was and how much she gripped his finger. This always surprised him how Alycia would not stay stretched for long; a day or two and she was back to being virgin tight. He pumped his finger in and out of her. He knew that this was her absolutely most favorite thing to be done to her and if done right she could enjoy it all day having orgasm after orgasm. This was something else that perplexed Mark. Alycia and women in general can have orgasm after orgasm while the male population is lucky to pop off two or three good loads in a single day. But he also knew that he could still please even after he was spent. Alycia sighed and relaxed as she was being fingered. Out of habit she reached down and grabbed her breasts. She squeezed and pinched just enough to tease and heighten her pleasure but not enough to actually make her come. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of being fingered. Then suddenly Mark started rubbing her clit while fingering her slightly faster. She gasped and whimpered out of need to come so soon. Seeing her sudden panic and accelerated breathing, he rubbed her clit faster and faster while still pumping his finger in and out of her wet pussy. Immediately she propped herself on her elbows and raised her knees off the bed. Without warning she began another strong orgasm that left her completely exhausted. She dropped back on the bed with her head to the side, panting and concentrating on breathing. Mark slid off the bed and removed his pre-come stained shorts and tossed them with her nightdress revealing his throbbing hard cock. A little bit of pre-come hung on at the tip. Alycia slid off the bed and stood up with Mark. She put her hands on his shoulders and spun him around putting his back towards the bed. She pushed him downward so he sat on the edge of the bed. Now face to face she grinned evilly as she moved downward to kneel on the floor while rubbing her hands down his chest and onto his legs. She spread his knees so she could have better access and shifted closer. His cock bobbed up and down when Alycia breathed hot air across it. The head glistened with pre-come and looked utterly inviting. She grabbed his cock by the base and while looking into his eyes licked the drop of pre-come off his cock. Alycia swallowed the drop and squeezed his cock and more came out. She giggled and he moaned because her hand slowly slid up and down his shaft. She took the entire head into her mouth and licked it like a lollipop and moved her head back and forth. Her tongue found his sensitive underside and rubbed and flicked it while sucking her cheeks in. She then pulled his cock out of her mouth and kissed the head while stroking the shaft with one hand and groping his balls in her other hand. Smiling at his sighs and moans, Alycia stuck his cock back in her mouth and this time she started to fuck him with her mouth while playing her tongue against his shaft and still stroking and groping his balls. This caused a deep groan which pleased Alycia to know that he was enjoying this. Unexpectedly Alycia slammed her mouth down his shaft, swallowing his entire cock and squeezing it with her tonsils. Her tongue danced all over the base of his cock. He moaned so loudly and held her head to his body. She squeezed his balls a little and rolled them around in her hand. Then she pushed his legs even wider apart and took more of him in her mouth. He was so close to coming that he had to pull her off of him before he blew his load too soon. Wiping her mouth and standing up, Alycia winked at mark and asked him, "So how do you want it, Markie?" He returned, "On your knees, woman! I've got a load I need to give you!" She was already on her knees with her face buried in the pillow and arms out, legs spread as wide as they would go, perfect for his height. He climbed on the bed behind her, putting one hand on her ass and the other held his member upright (not that it needed much guidance). He placed his cock on her pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit, making her whole pussy soaking wet. He placed the head at the entrance and pushed just the tip inside. He moved in and out only a little bit, an inch at a time. He wanted to tease her, to see how much she wanted it. She reached under and began to rub her clit while Mark was teasing her. Not able to stand it anymore she said, "Come on, honey, fuck me!" And with that he slammed his cock all the way to the hilt and let it set there. Alycia had gasped and almost screamed at this. Only slightly worried, Mark began to ride his cock in and out, starting slowly and working up the pace. He heard Alycia sighing underneath him and bounced even harder. Deciding that he wasn't getting deep enough, Mark grabbed Alycia's wrists and held them like reins behind her back using them to pull her body into his. He was slamming against her so hard that his balls were making an audible smack off of her pussy. He continued at this fast pace and waited for her orgasm to come. He didn't have to wait very long because she started moaning loudly and talking nasty to him; he always loved that during sex. He groaned loudly with her as she came because her muscles gripped and squeezed his cock so hard that he almost came. He held it off just a little longer and if it were possible he began to fuck her even harder sending her into oblivion with another earth shattering orgasm and this time he joined her. Mark pulled Alycia tight to him and held her there while he groaned his long-needed come. He pumped load after load into her milking pussy. She reached under and squeezed his balls and get every last drop so could while using her own muscles to continue squeezing and pulling his cock, literally milking it with her muscles. Completely spent, Mark pulled out and flopped over on the bed. Alycia caught his come in her hand and got up and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Moments later she threw him a towel and walked over to her panting husband. He sat up and she kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thanks dear, that was great!" She sat next to him on the bed and leaned against his shoulder as they both were still letting their heartbeats settle down. He looked at her and sarcastically said, "Sure thing, I mean, no problem." And they both laughed.