0 comments/ 16594 views/ 1 favorites Morning Oral By: tonidelasalle I laid there in bed, awakened by your stirring. I was warned, therefore, before you cuddled up to me. I pretended to sleep while you curled your body next to mine, your erection pressing between my ass cheeks. I know that if I ignore you, you'll smoothly roll out of bed and pad off to the toilet, emptying your seed there while the water heats for your morning shower. Some days I do that, others I sleep through your attempts, today I want you, just not too quickly. I wiggle my round bottom against you, just a little, so you think I'm still asleep. I want you to think you have to work for your prize, although it is my prize as well. My wiggling allows my cheeks to part, allows you to nestle more securely against my butt. I feel your head against my anal opening and briefly consider it. We've done it before and you enjoy it. I put up with it for that reason alone. I wiggle more and you slip away from my butt and against my labia. The fat on the back of my thighs obstructs you and I relax a little, letting my legs part so that your sexy prick can rub against its target. But I'm not wet enough yet. I want to tell you, but I don't want you to know I'm awake. You push against me roughly, but you're smart enough to realize that the morning dew on my lips isn't enough for us to have our fun. You hesitate here, still unsure whether or not I'm awake. You decide that you don't care, a decision I love, because you have turned me completely on, my love. Feigning sleep or not, I want you this morning. I want to feel you against me and on top of me and inside me, pumping away inside of my sloppy wetness. I want to feel your hot seed spurting into me, fresh off my period, the first night I can have you without the discomfort that menstrual sex always seems to cause. I saw your eyes last night when I came to bed, the sly happiness at seeing my panty-less body when I slipped between the sheets. And I was too tired last night, too long working, too long writing. But I don't have to go to work until after noon and it's still early morning and you're working a finger around my opening, penetrating past my damp lips and into the wet insides of my vagina. I sigh when you grunt, surprised to find those insides so wet. You've told me how dry I am when I'm still asleep, except for those mornings you've woken me with your sex, your happy prick hard inside me. I shift to ease your entrance between my swollen lips. This grunt is even happier, as I've given you the ability to finger me. Your finger happily travels around the entrance, slick with my juice. I moan, my eyes still closed, picturing the look on your face while you find the hole. I can't help but push back against your finger. It slides easily into me and I squeeze my Kegel muscles around your thick digit. You work it around, then in and out. I'm going crazy, just wanting you to mount me. My legs part and I raise my ass, wanting little more than a good hard fuck from my husband. You slip the finger out and I know I'm going to take your length into my waiting cunny. You surprise me by not mounting up, but by sliding down. Your fingers pry my ass cheeks apart and your tongue digs into me, massaging my perineum, flicking over my anus and vagina. You tug me and I roll onto my side, my legs apart as your head settles between my legs, your tongue caressing my labia, parting them and filling my hole. Your arms wrap around my thighs and your fingers open the top of my crevasse. They find my clit, stiff and throbbing, waiting for your touch. Your other hand crosses over my stomach and finds one breast, fingering the nipple before plying it with sweet touches. It crosses over and finds the other while you slide two fingers into me, then three. I know that's wider than you and I push against your fingers while your tongue rubs my clitoris, causing electric shocks of pleasure to run through me. My hand goes to your hair, entangling it with my fingers. I hear your chuckle through my pelvic bone. You suspected I was awake and waiting for this pleasure. That's why you pulled back, why you didn't just mount up and ride me into the sunrise. You know I love being filled with your meat, with your juice. But, you also know how much I love your tongue and fingers, the orgasms you give me with them. You also know I'm good for repayment, as soon as you're done. Suddenly, all though flies from my mind. I am animal-woman. The pleasure intensifies as I squeeze my thighs around you. You find a way to fit a fourth finger in and I screw your fingers while they massage my g-spot. I come hard, screaming my pleasure into the pillow. You keep rubbing after I'm done, which tickles. You pull back and I look back and up at you, while you lick my juices off your fingers. My eyes drop to the throbbing tool between your legs. My eyes betray my desire to be filled by you. I've had my come; I'm willing to pay the price you want, which is simply to stick it in me. I turn my face away and lay my forehead on my crossed arms. Your fingers, moist from me and your licking, grip my hips and I feel you invade me from behind. I moan happily as you hump away, thrusting yourself into me, your balls slapping at my clit, which has retreated back behind its hood, but still giving off muted waves of pleasure. You are already fully swollen and I feel the head mushroom inside me. The last expansion comes and you push yourself as far in as you can. I feel your seed shooting into me and I smile happily. I reach back between my legs and fondle your testicles as you fill me. You stretch around (sometimes I wonder if you're a contortionist) and take my hand from your body, intertwining your fingers with mine. I feel your last spasm and you stay in me as long as you can, until you soften and slip out. We roll up in the blankets and I hear you fall asleep. I smile softly as I do the same. Morning Oral Ch. 02 I wake up stiff, but in a good way. You're facing me, your eyes glinting in the rays from the sun rising. I can see the grin on your face and feel your hand lazily stroking me. I lean over and you let me kiss you, our tongues swirling briefly. My hand clasps one breast and you pull away. But your hand continues its steady rhythm on my rigid cock. I moan deeply in the half-light of dawn. Your other hand reaches over and pushes me on my back. You push the blankets and sheets off of me and my skin prickles in the cool air. Your hand grips me again, squeezing gently, your flesh hot against me. I can see your dark nipples stiff against your caramel skin. Again I reach for you, and again you back away. The look in your eyes, so familiar after twenty years of marriage, tells me that this morning is for my pleasure. You curl up around my waist, your torso blocking my view of my erection. Still, you stroke me, varying your grip and rhythm from time to time to keep me fresh. I feel the tender kiss of your lips against the head as you stop stroking and just grip the shaft tightly. It's almost too tight, but not quite. Again, you kiss it, wetting the opening at the top, the cool air making me even harder when you pull away. This time, your lips part and the head slides into your mouth. You hold it there, sucking gently. My hand reaches out and grips your ass, the ass you complain about except when I'm playing with it to give you pleasure. The ass that has fattened up nicely over the years, supporting the weight of the hips through which our three children passed. You complain about dimples and cellulite, but I just love to squeeze it, to look at it. Your tongue caresses the head and you pull back, looking over your shoulder to watch me contemplating your ass. You roll over to face me and plop one hard nipple in my mouth. Your legs are apart and my fingers find your wet slit. You moan as I push my fingers between your labia, moistening them in your freshening well and massaging your erect nub. I suck harder and you gasp with pleasure. You pull away, rolling back away from me. When my hand reaches for your ass this time, you swat it lazily away. Your mouth descends on my shaft with astonishing swiftness. You are proud of your skill at fellatio, skill developed to give me pleasure during the closing months of your pregnancies, when your lovely snatch was off-limits to me. You have me all the way in your mouth, the head bumping the back of your throat. In our discussions of sex, I always wonder how you can enjoy that, but you swear that you do. You remind me that it gives me pleasure, so it gives you pleasure. Your lips squeeze the base of my rod and you suck hard. My brain empties of thought as you slide your mouth up and down on my slick cock. The only sensation is the pleasure. Your teeth softly grate the underside and my breath leaves me in a strong gasp of pure joy. I'm getting close now, not able to last as long as I could when we were younger and more vigorous. You taste it, the salty pre-cum that exudes from the head of my hard dick. Your motion changes and your hand grips the shaft again, harder, more demanding. Your grip rocks up and down and your lips massage just the head, the center of my pleasures. I explode in your mouth, sending bursts of my sticky jism into your mouth, to coat your tongue, to be swallowed down your throat. You hold it in your mouth as my balls empty into your gullet. I begin to soften and you still hold me with your lips and your hand. You slide down my softening shaft and swallow. The soft pull of your throat gets a few more drops and a deep moan of pleasure from your husband. You release me and roll over, looking at me in the fuller light of morning. A shiny rivulet of my semen has leaked from the corner of your mouth and I reach out to wipe it away. You catch my hand and lick it from my thumb. You are extraordinarily sexy I take you in, naked first thing in the morning and wonder idly where you tossed your nightgown when you decided to do this. You lean up and kiss me on the mouth, keeping your lips together as you always do after fellatio. I push my tongue between them as I sometimes do after fellatio. I want to taste your mouth and don't care about the accompanying taste of my own semen. I've licked your slick pussy after I've filled it before. I've always been willing to kiss you after you've sucked me, even the first time, on your parents' couch, when we were sixteen and had no idea what we were doing. You almost gagged that time when your mouth flooded with sperm; but no more. You know how to take it now. You tell me you enjoy it now. My hand again slides between your legs and this time you don't pull away at all. You let me finger you while we kiss. Your orgasm is quick, but not loud. I feel your sweet pussy clench my fingers as you moan into my mouth and I know from long experience when you finish your come. You pull away and smile at me, your eyes a little dreamy. You roll away from me again and plant a wet kiss on the head of my soft penis. Then you get up and pad to the bathroom. I get to watch your ass as it jiggles its way to the toilet. I can hear the sounds of our kids getting the TV in the living room on and getting things started in the kitchen. I hear you start the shower and then you peek your head around the doorjamb, telling me that there's no time for separate showers; we'll have to shower together. Your grin is especially wide, as you know damn good and well that there's plenty of time, since we take longer when we shower together than when we shower apart. I throw my legs over the side of the bed and hurry myself under the hot water of the spray. As I wrap my arms around you and grasp your breasts, drawing your giggle, I think, what a way to wake up! Morning Orgy The sound of a hard rain against the window wakes me up and I remember that I'm in a hotel room. My naked body spooning Stephani, the curve of her ass a perfect fit with my crotch. Pressed behind me is Kessia, her leg on top of mine, and her hand on my chest. The three of us get together fairly regularly whenever I come into town, but this time I brought my buddy Steve, who was also in bed with us, being the big spoon or the caboose on the train, whichever metaphor works better. Last night started with drinks and introductions, followed by a night of dancing and getting to know each other better, capped off with the unbridled lust of four people letting their libidinous natures take over. I was a little nervous at first, since I'd never done anything like this with Steve before. I had no way of knowing if he'd get cold feet or not be able to perform or request some kinky kind of sex that would send the girls running. From how closely together our bodies were packed in our post-coital coma, it was clear I had nothing to worry about. I don't know if I woke everyone else up, or if the rain woke all of us at the same time, but slowly everyone started to stir. Legs started to rub against one another, followed by fingers and arms exploring the bodies around us. There were little moans and the sound of little kisses, pecks on the back and neck. I reached one hand between Steph's legs and gently rubbed the patch of trimmed hair leading to her pussy. The closer I got to her sweet spot, the more tense her body became, until I slid one finger in, and gently rubbed her clit as I slowly pulled it out again. Her body went tight and she reached her hand behind her as if to grab me for support. I couldn't tell just what was going on behind me, but I could feel Kessia's body writhing against mine as she and Steve, still in the spoon position too, greeted each other to a new day. She had her bottom are under my head and reaching down to scratch my chest. I occasionally felt a kiss or a nibble on my back or shoulder, as her hips would grind into my ass, I can only assume from a push they were receiving from Steve. As we each came out of our sleep induced stupor and hormones began to assert themselves again, the atmosphere quickly took a decidedly more serious tone. Steph finally rolled over to face me. I rubbed my hard morning wood against her landing strip twice before plunging my cock deep into her. Kessia bit my neck from behind at about the same time and I let out a loud moan. Steph kissed me, then kissed Kessia, and then began biting my neck in the same spot that Kessia had just vacated. I felt the two behind me pull away for more space, and when they did, Steph rolled me on my back and impaled herself on my cock. I grabbed one breast with my left hand and grabbed her ass with my right as she started to ride me. I quickly saw why Kessia and Steve had moved back, she was on all fours facing me, with Steve behind her entering from behind. He was on his knees, working into a rhythm with Kessia, right next to Stephani, who was working on getting into a rhythm with me. I grabbed the back of Kessia's neck and we began to kiss passionately, while Steph and Steve did the same thing on the other side of the bed. The entire time, Steph was in the cowgirl position with me while Kessia was on the receiving end of doggy style from Steve. Things got quiet for a while as all of us were doubly occupied. Soon our rhythms picked up so that the slapping of skin, squeaking of the bedsprings and banging of the headboard against the wall were all you could hear. But as our passions grew stronger, so did our thrusts. Pretty soon Kessia's body was being thrust forward with so much force that we could no longer kiss. The same was true for Stephani and Steve as here body was bobbing up and down too much for them to engage in a kiss of any length. With all of our mouths no longer occupied, our moans, screams and grunts began to fill the room. I felt Steph's pussy contract and it sent me over the edge. I shot my load deep inside of her with a grunt. As my cream coated her vaginal wall, she dug her fingernails into my chest and went rigid. Goosebumps appeared all over her body before a tremor went through her body and she collapsed on top of me. My flaccid penis still inside of her, our mixed juices streaming all over my crotch and down to the bed. Steve and Kessia were still building up to a climax next to us. I could tell by how red his face was that Steve was about to cross the finish line. Kessia reached one hand between her own legs and started to massage her clit. I reached over and rubbed one of her erect nipples between my fingers. Soon she let out a scream and her body twitched. Steve's loud grunt let the world know that he was cumming too, and in a matter of seconds they collapsed on the bed as well. Kessia's head was on my shoulder, with Steve behind her. Stephani leaned over and kissed Kessia, then kissed Steve. He got up to retrieve the bed sheets that had been thrown to the floor and covered us all as we drifted back off to sleep in a big, sweaty, cum-scented pile. As the thunder rolled in the background, I couldn't wait until we all woke up again.