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The Next Morning

By: Gothkitten



... His hands sliding all over her bare body... caressing her breasts... teasing her nipples. She arched into his touch... prrring in pleasure. His mouth pressed hot kisses between her thighs. She moaned and pressed her hips up into his mouth. Her hands slid down to curl into his hair...

... She whimpered softly as she slowly awakened from the dream. She wasn't ready to wake up yet. Wasn't ready to give up the pleasurable feelings it was stirring within her. Bringing her arms up over her head, her back arching as she languidly stretched. 

"Mmmm, morning baby," he whispered softly against her ear. A grin curling her lips, she turned her face towards his. Her hands lowering, they slid into his hair to draw his lips to hers. Prrring softly against her lips as she kissed him. "Morning. Sleep well?"

"Oh yeah. I slept very well Luv. You?" He grinned, one hand absently sliding to rest on her hip, fingertips teasing lightly against her bare flesh. She shivered sensually.

"Mmmmm I slept prrrfectly baby. I was having such a yummy dream just now." The twinkle in her eye told him just how yummy a dream it was. His hand slid up her side, teasing the side of her breast, and then up to trace his fingertip over her lips gently. Eyes flashing, she parted her lips and drew that finger between them, lightly sucking on it. He gasped, and then moaned softly. "You are such a tease, you know that?" laughter rang in his voice as he asked her that.

Slowly releasing his finger from her lips, she smiled that coy lil smile that made his insides quiver. "I don't know what you mean." Pressing her body closer, her lips catching his earlobe, suckling lightly on it... nibbling with her teeth. Her breasts were lightly crushed against his chest, nipples hardening against his bared flesh. Her hand slid along his side, over his hip... teasing his ass and then up over her back. "I would never tease you baby" she prrred against his ear.

Suddenly, with a growl, he rolled her over completely onto her back. Her sapphire eyes stared up at him as he straddled her hips. "We'll discuss that another time. Right now, it's time for a taste of your own medicine". His eyes flashing wickedly as he spoke. His hand stroked up her arm, grasping her wrist, and then the next thing she knew it was securely tied to the bedpost with a ribbon of silk. Seconds later her other wrist followed suit. He moved to the foot of the bed, as she lay watching him, squirming. In mere moments her ankles were tied to the footboard. She was tied to the bed, her bare body spread wide. 

Her tongue dragged over her lips. "What are you planning for me baby?" As the silken blindfold was secured over her eyes, she heard him reply "Whatever I want to do to you, slut." She groaned, for she knew now what was coming. Her pulse quickened with anticipation. She was at his mercy, and he would have her begging for that mercy before he was done, she knew.

She felt the movement of him leaving the bed. Silence reigned for minutes as she waited, breathlessly wondering what he was going to do to her. She strained to hear any sounds, wondering if he left the room. And then a yelp of shock tore from her lips as suddenly cubes of ice circled each of her nipples, tightening them instantly. She squirmed upon the bed, her fingers curling around her silken bindings. "Ohhhhh god" she hissed softly. 

And then a cube of ice pressed between her thighs, between the smoothly shaved lips of her pussy. Her hips jerked off the bed, back arching hard. A loud moan echoed off the bedroom walls. She could fell the ice melting against her hot sex, the droplets of water running down towards the bed. Between that, and the ice cube alternating at her nipples, she was burning hot and freezing cold at once. 

As the cube at her cunt melted completely, he focused once more on her breasts. Taking a cube into his mouth, he then lowered his head and suckled her nipple into her mouth as well. Pressing the cube against her nipple with his tongue, enveloping her flesh with heat and cold at once. Tremors of pleasure ran through her body, even as her nipple ached from the cold. Her hands strained against the restraints, wanting to bury in his hair and pressing his face against her breast. He tormented her until the cube melted, and then, taking another cube into his mouth, gave the same attention to the other nipple. 

A light tickling at her belly told her of the introduction of a feather into his play. Sucking her breath in, she writhed on the bed, ticklish as she was. As he tortured her breasts with the ice and his mouth, the feather slowly ventured lower, finally lightly brushing over her pussy lips. Again she arched off the bed, moaning loudly.

"ohhh fuck!!!... Please baby... please..." she begged breathlessly. Her body was as tight as a bowstring. Her nerve endings tingling hotly. He laughed at her begging. "I'm no where near done with you yet, you lil slut. I'm going to teach you a lesson about teasing this morning." 

She thought she was getting a few seconds of reprieve as the feather fell away from her pussy. She knew she was way off when suddenly a cube of ice was shoved into her cunt. Pressed up deep within her. She groaned... loudly... and then again as another cube pressed right up against her clit. He rubbed the cube over her nub as the other cube began to melt within her tight heat. His free hand pressed to her stomach, holding her down on the bed as she writhed from the torment. Her muscles were straining... aching.

"Mmmmmmmmm I need to cum baby... please... please let me cum." She begged shamelessly. She didn't know how much more she could take. He just laughed and shifted himself, holding the melting cube against her clit now with his tongue. She tried to rip the headboard away as her arms strained heavily against the silk ribbons holding them captive. Whether she would drag his face away or press it closer, her fogged brain didn't know. 

As the ice melted away, he stopped all contact with her taut body. She whimpered, frustrated as he left her right on the edge. Writhing on the bed, her body language along with her moans and groans begging for release. He left her this way for what felt like an hour, but was really only minutes.

And then she felt his hands on her bare flesh again. Rubbing a lotion onto her breasts, her belly, her thighs and then her pussy. It felt good, though a bit warm. The warmth felt good after the chill of the ice. But then he began to blow on it... and it began to get hot... hotter... HOT!!! "Ohhhh shit. Baby... please... I... I can't take anymore of this.. PLEASE!!!" she nearly screamed as her body's excitement and frustration levels climbed another notch.

Slowly, very slowly.. he started at her breasts and began to lick away the flavored lotion. She writhing and whimpering beneath him. Begging for him to ease the unbearable ache he'd built within her. He licked her belly clean next... and then her thighs... and finally he lapped the lotion from her pussy. Teasing and tormenting her clit and her cunt with his tongue as he did. Driving her crazy. 

"Have you learned your lesson about teasing yet, my sweet lil slut?" "YES... ohhhh yess... please... please...." She cried over and over.. writhing on the bed. Begging.. pleading with him to end her torment.. give her what she wanted. 

He whisked the blindfold from her eyes as he drove his cock into her pussy... he wanted to see that look in her eyes as he fucked her. Leaning down, he kissed her hard... letting her taste her flavor mixed with the lotion on his lips and tongue. He started pressing into her with slow, deep, sensual strokes. Pulling nearly all the way out of her.. and then slowly pressing back in once more. He knew it drove her nuts when he did those, but also gave her great pleasure. His hands fondled her breasts, squeezing and tugging her nipples... rolling them between his fingers. 

"mmmmm yes... fuck me baby.... Ohhhhh yeah...." She moaned wantonly. Her legs strained, wanting to curl around his waist, her hands aching to delve into his hair. As he felt himself getting closer, he changed the rhythm quickly, slamming hard into her.. fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Pounding his throbbing cock into her cunt again and again and again. 

"Now slut! Cum for me NOW!!!" He growled loudly, his cock exploding as he buried himself to the hilt within her cunt. Seconds later he felt her squeezing him tightly, her body shuddering hard beneath him. That look he wanted was flashing in her glazed eyes, her face contorted in pleasure/pain as her orgasm rocked through her and into him. Her cries of pleasure loud enough to be heard outside. He pumped her through her orgasm... slowly letting up... slowing.. and then stopping as her shudders stopped.

Leaning over her once more, his chest crushing her breasts, he reached to gently release her wrists, kissing her passionately as he did. Sliding down her body, he released her legs as well, then he moved up beside her, rolling her to her side and curled her body against his. Kissing her again, staring into her eyes adoringly. As she began to drift into an exhausted sleep, he whispered softly against her ear "I just love teaching you lessons baby." She prrred her pleasure as well, and then they drifted off into dreamland together, held in each others arms.

The Next Morning



The sequel to "Friday".

Enjoy and as always any feedback is welcome.

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Megan was the first to wake the next morning. Her eyes slowly opening to adjust to the light in the room, her body feeling Jeff's closeness still snuggled to her. His hard cock nestled between her ass checks rubbing slightly against her wet pussy. Feeling his cock throb with the pulse of his heart, sending bolts of energy through her body. 

Remembering the events of the night before, igniting her bodies need to have him back inside her pussy. Slowly she intertwined herself from his, pushing him on to his back. Briefly sitting back to admire his handsome body and massive cock pointing straight up. 

Megan's hands slowly encircled Jeff's cock, stroking it lightly bringing a slight moan to Jeff's mouth. Megan checking quickly to make sure he was still asleep. She wanted to wake him up in a special way. 

Jeff's mind was deeply emerged in an erotic dream about Megan. She was between his legs stroking his cock as her tongue danced across his crown, licking all around his head, and taking him into her hot mouth. Swirling her tongue around his cock paying special attention to his sensitive glands. 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Now she was taking his entire cock down her tight throat. Feeling her nose lightly rubbing against his pubic hair. God it felt so good. It was unlike any dream he could ever remember. Feeling so real.

Megan couldn't wait any longer. She needed Jeff's cock buried deeply inside her pussy to extinguish the fire burning there. Releasing his cock she made her way up his body. Carefully and slowly straddling his body, as to not wake him till the last moment possible, lowering her dripping pussy onto his cock. With each inch entering her body Megan let out a low moan. 

Mmmmmmmmmm, Yesssssssssssss.

Feeling Jeff's dick slide further and further into her body. Every muscle in her pussy getting the tightest grip possible on his cock. Sucking him further and further inside. Finally easing the last inch into her now filled pussy. Megan slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her clit into Jeff's pubic bone. 

Jeff's hands slowly began to come alive, pulling in towards their bodies making contact first with Megan's legs. Next moving up her thighs to finally come to rest on her hips. Squeezing Megan's hips Jeff started helping Megan rock harder and faster on his cock. 

Another moan escaped Jeff's mouth just as his eyes started to flutter open. His first images were of Megan staring down at him. Her eyes locking with his, a wicked smile across her face. "Good morning baby" came from her lips.

Jeff's bodies senses all came online immediately. Feeling his cock buried in his lover's sweet pussy. Her muscles clamping down on his cock as it throbbed deep inside her. His eyes taking in her exquisite beauty, her sexy breasts hanging in front of him, his hands reaching up to take them into his palms. His fingers lightly massaging and pinching her hard nipples before running his hands all over her warm body. It wasn't a dream, and the best way to wake up ever. 

Making sure not to break her rhythm, Megan slowly leaned over to give her lover a good morning kiss. As her lips touched Jeff's, what felt like an electric shock passed through her body and went straight to her pussy causing her first orgasm of the morning. Her moans were passed into Jeff's mouth, Jeff feeling her pussy convulsing on his cock as her juices came flooding out. 

Breaking the kiss Megan slowly started to raise her body off of Jeff's. Jeff quickly reached up to stop her, but Megan told him she had something else in mind. Upon rolling off of top of him, she told him that she was too raw from last night's passionate sex to continue. Jeff was immediately disappointed thinking the morning's events were over. 

Megan had something else in mind though. Rolling out of the bed only to return immediately from the bathroom with a bottle of astroglide heating lube. Megan passed the bottle to Jeff as she climbed back onto the bed. Stuffing several pillows under her stomach to take some of the weight off of her knees she got on all fours. 

Looking devilishly over at Jeff she told him she wanted him in her ass. Jeff's eyes lit up immediately. Megan told Jeff her pussy may be too raw now, but her ass was waiting for him. 

Jeff quickly climbed behind Megan holding the bottle of lube in his hands. Jeff could tell Megan really wanted it and now! Jeff however decided to take a minute to make it more enjoyable for her. Placing a hand on each cheek he slowly parted her sexy ass giving way to his ultimate goal. Slowly he started caressing her ass, and running his tongue up her thigh, across her dripping wet slit, and towards her puckered hole. 

Jeff knew Megan enjoyed a little rimming and he aimed to please. Slowly working his tongue around her asshole, taking in its musky taste and feel. Finally bringing his tongue in direct contact with her puckered hole. Swirling his tongue around and around before starting to spear it directly into her tight hole. Taking several fingers he lightly dipped into her soaked pussy for some juice. Bringing his middle finger to her puckered hole, slowly working its way inside. 

Megan let out a low moan as Jeff's finger slowly invaded her ass. Sending chills up her spine and goose bumps across her body. It had been a long time since she had had anal sex. The memories of the powerful orgasms it gave her came flooding back to her as Jeff's fingers started as one and progressed to two. As his fingers dipped further in her tight hole her sphincter muscle started loosening more and more, awaiting his large cock. 

As Jeff started to loosen her asshole up he used his other hand to squirt some lube on her asshole massaging it inside of her to make his entry as painless as possible. Megan started to push her ass back against Jeff's fingers trying to suck them in deeper. Jeff was enjoying watching his fingers delve deeper and deeper as Megan fucked her ass back against him. He knew she was ready, and got to his knees behind her. Taking his cock in his hand he applied some more lube and massaged it all over. Rubbing his cock around her hole he finally lined up to where he wanted to be. 

Megan was becoming impatient, wanting to feel Jeff in her most secretive place. All his teasing was driving her crazy. His fingers had felt so good massaging her ass, she wanted to feel something bigger and deeper. Megan finally felt what she wanted, Jeff's cock pressed against her tight hole. Instinctively she started pushing out to make his cock slip in easier and with her free hand started rubbing her clit. 

Jeff grasped his cock with one hand, while his other squeezed one of Megan's sweet ass cheeks. Damn she was tight, he watched as his head slowly started to part her asshole as her sphincter muscle expanded to take his large member. Ahhhhh, his head popped in, holding it there to allow Megan to get used to his size. The feeling of her ass squeezing him so tightly, god it felt so good. 

Uhhhh.....Ahhhhh.

Megan felt Jeff's cock finally make its way inside her ass. The little pain quickly turned to pleasure as she felt his cock stretching her ass wider and wider, her free hand continued to rub her hard clit. Thankfully Jeff was remaining still allowing her ass to loosen up enough to take more of him inside. After several minutes Megan let Jeff know she was ready by pushing her ass back onto his invading cock.

Jeff felt Megan start pushing back on his cock, watching several more inches disappearing into her dark depths. The feeling was unlike any other he had ever felt. Her ass was so tight, unlike her sweet pussy, it clamped down on every possible inch. Squeezing him so tightly, her sphincter muscle grasping him trying to suck more of his cock in. After getting about half way into her ass, Jeff pulled almost all the way out before driving back in, adding another inch or two. 

Megan let out a loud animalistic moan as she felt Jeff drive back into her. Her body was going crazy, the heat from the lube felt incredible, her ass was automatically pumping back to meet Jeff's thrusts. Trying to draw him deeper inside, he was filling her fuller than she had ever felt. Her orgasm was rapidly building, her fingers had slowed their ministrations on her clit to try and postpone it as long as possible to allow it to grow bigger. Finally she felt Jeff's body press into hers, his cock buried as deep as it would go. Her ass fully filled of his thick cock. Ahhhhhhhh, "fuck me baby, fuck me hard, now" Megan screamed to Jeff.

Upon hearing this Jeff knew Megan was close as he was too. Her ass was just so damn tight and felt so good. Now being fully buried in her sweet ass, Jeff grabbed on to both of her hips pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. Hearing their bodies slap together with each new thrust. Watching his cock withdraw from her asshole, the sight was so erotic, before he rammed it back in. Her ass swaying from his thrusts, god that always drove Jeff crazy. 

That did it, Jeff's thrust finally brought Megan over the edge. Her whole body started to shake slightly, her ass muscles clamping down so tightly on Jeff's cock. Making it much harder for him to withdraw, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's it here I cum" Megan screamed out in pleasure to Jeff. 

Jeff wasn't far behind her, feeling her muscles milking the cum out of his cock. Jeff finally let go himself. Feeling his cum rush from his balls emptying deep into her bowels. 

Gooooddddddddddddddddddd, yessssssssssssssssssssssss. 

Jeff kept pumping his cock in and out of her tight ass which was now loosening up more and more from his cum coating her inner walls. 

Megan's body was now lost in an enormous orgasm. Her body shaking and pushing back on Jeff's cock all at the same time. As her orgasm started to subside Megan couldn't take Jeff's cock anymore, now in any hole, and started to pull away from him. Ever so slowly his cock started to withdraw from her ass, as she felt his large head coming to the opening she ever so slowly continued her withdrawl. 

Jeff's cock was now starting to soften as his orgasm passed. Feeling Megan slowly pull her ass away from him, watching his cock slide from her ass. Now only his head was left in her ass. Ever so slowly Megan pulled the last of his cock from her ass. Watching her sphincter muscle stretch slightly for the last time as the last of his cock fell from her ass. 

Megan collapsed on the bed, exhausted, a small stream of cum leaking from her ass running down over her soaked pussy before collecting on the sheets. 

Jeff sat back on his knees staring at his lover, thinking that was the best way to wake up ever. "How would she ever top that" Jeff thought.



The Next Morning



Note: This is part of a longer story about the loss of a true love, the grief that follows, and the surprise of finding love again. 

Plot summary: After the death of his wife, Jim mysteriously finds himself on a private island in the South Pacific. Weeks after his arrival he discovers a woman--Monique--trespassing in search of fresh water for her solo voyage from Tahiti to Hawaii. He invites her to stay for dinner and she puts off her departure for a few days. Together they explore the island, they talk and laugh. They begin to grow fond of each other. And then this happens...

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For months now I've been waking up in paradise, but this morning I woke up in heaven:

Monique was there.

I can't imagine how I was able to sleep through the night with her beside me, can't understand why I didn't wake up from the sheer thrill of her presence, but I didn't. Instead I woke up completely relaxed and wonderfully rested, as if I had just slept for twelve hours in perfect, dreamless peace. She was lying to my left, sleeping on her side with her face turned toward me. For a long moment I lay there looking at her: the dark hair flowing against her cheek, the long, thick lashes, the perfect eyebrows, the soft, full lips. I wanted so much to lean in close and kiss her, but I hesitated, not wanting to wake her. I reached up to touch my own cheek and found, once again, that it was as smooth as if I had just shaved, my mouth tingling as if I had just brushed my teeth. It was one of those magical things about being on this island, something I appreciated especially just now, as Monique's eyes fluttered open.

"Hi there," she said, in a sleepy voice.

"Hi," I said, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"Have I been asleep forever?" she asked.

"No longer than I have," I said. "I think we both slept like milk-drunk babies."

"Mmmmm," she purred, stretching, "I feel so rested. I don't think I've slept like that in two years."

"Neither have I," I said. "I think sleeping with you is good for me."

"Well," she said with a smile, "maybe we should try it again sometime."

"Waking up with you is good for me too," I said, reaching for her, pulling her toward me. She rolled easily into my embrace and rested her head on my chest, closing her eyes as I stroked her hair. I was keenly aware of the fact that I was naked under the sheets, and that she only seemed to be wearing the oversized T-shirt. I could feel the warmth and the curves of her body through the fabric.

"Mmmmm," she sighed. "That feels so nice."

"It sure does," I said, taking the risk of sliding my hand up the smooth curve of her hip and over her rounded bottom. That seemed to be all it took. She lifted her head and looked at me, and then at my lips, and then she leaned in close and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down on top of me as the kiss grew passionate. I could feel her body on mine-- her full breasts against my chest, her tongue teasing mine in my mouth. I ran my hands over the smooth, rounded cheeks of her ass and felt my cock stiffening against her belly. We could both see where this was going. "Baby," I said, breaking the kiss, "Are you sure you want to do this?" She looked deep into my eyes, as if searching the depths of my soul, and then she nodded.

"Remember what I said in the cave?" she asked, "about pretending that we were long lost lovers who had finally found each other again. That's what I was thinking about last night when I decided to come up here. I can't explain it, Jim, but I think maybe we are long lost lovers. Maybe it's just part of the magic of this island, but I don't feel like I'm pretending. I feel a connection with you that I've never felt with anyone, not even David." She smiled. "It's not just your sexy body; it's much more than that. I feel like I've known you and loved you forever." And then she looked worried: "Have I said too much?"

"Baby," I said, reassuringly. "It's just what I've been feeling. I think it's why I've been so careful not to move too fast. You're so beautiful and sexy; I wanted you from the moment I saw you. But I didn't want to do anything that would scare you away." I paused, and then I held up my finger and thumb, a half-inch apart, "I know I just met you," I said, "but I'm this close to asking you to stay with me forever."

"And what would it take to convince you?" she said, smiling.

"Well, let's see," I said, counting it off on my fingers: you have the most fetching accent I've ever heard, you're a graduate of the world-famous Cordon Bleu, you look like a Victoria's Secret model, you have your own boat . . . I guess the only thing left is the compatibility question."

"The compatibility question?"

"You know, sexual compatibility. We wouldn't want to leave that question unanswered."

"No," she said, agreeing, "We wouldn't want to leave that question unanswered." And then she did the most amazing thing: she sat back on her heels, reached down for the hem of her T-shirt, and in one fluid motion pulled it off over her head. Wow. Forget the Victoria's Secret model. Monique looked like a French Polynesian sex goddess, her dark hair tumbling down in loose, wild curls; her hard-nippled breasts standing full and high and firm on her chest; her slender waist flaring out to wide womanly hips; and there, where her thighs came together, the glistening pink lips of her gorgeous pussy with a garden of dark, silky curls above. I could smell her desire, and I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything. She could see the hunger in my eyes. She reflected it in her own as she threw back the sheet to reveal my naked body--the muscular chest and arms, the well-defined abs, the hard cock lying against my belly.

"Baby," she said softly. "Look at you!"

But I couldn't. I was looking at her. I watched as she reached for my cock like a woman in a trance, gasped as she took it into her hand and began to rub the head against the swollen, lubricated lips of her pussy, moaning each time it made contact with the hard bud of her clit. And then, when she had buttered my cock with her juices, she lowered herself onto the shaft slowly, sinking down until I was, at last, completely inside her, my big, hard cock engulfed by her tight, slippery pussy.

I couldn't help myself. I came. I gasped and pulled Monique down against my chest as I erupted inside her and shuddered with the intensity of my orgasm. I murmured. I roared. I let those long months of grief out in one soul-cleansing sob of ecstasy. Somehow that triggered hers, too. Her body went rigid on top of me, her pussy spasmed around my cock as she dug her fingernails into my back and let out a long, low wail that ended in a cry of utter joy. She collapsed on top of me and we lay there, spent by emotion if not exertion.

The whole thing had taken just over a minute.

I was a little embarrassed by my, um, eagerness. I think she was, too. "Well!" I said finally, breaking the tension. "That was a good beginning. Ready to try again?"

She was. 



The Next Morning



When I woke the next morning, albeit with a slight headache I slowly opened my eyes and look around. 

I was alone in the bed.

Could I have dreamt yesterday? No! I was sure it was real.

I got up and headed for the bathroom to shave and make my dishevelled appearance a little more presentable.

The bathroom was sparkling clean!

Sally had obviously got up very early and cleaned up the room.

I had a shave and washed my face and applied some after shave, something I always do I love the fresh smell. Brushed my hair and still naked headed for the kitchen.

I opened the kitchen door and there was Sally; still naked preparing bacon and eggs.

The kitchen smelled delicious and Sally looked delicious, her beautiful blonde hair her slim sensuous figure lovely ass and slim legs.

I walked up behind her and gently hugged her reaching around and caressing her breasts she turned her pretty head around and our lips brushed fleetingly. Softly.....deliciously.

She was holding the frying pan with one hand as she moved the bacon around with the spatula with the other.

My cock was becoming hard as I pressed my body against the warmth of hers.

She just continued with her cooking as I held her gently my cock pressing against her ass.

She pushed her ass back against me reached back and grasped the tip of my penis and pushed it downwards so it slid in between her legs but not so it penetrated her.

I could feel a little dampness on top of the shaft my penis as it pressed against her crutch. Just pressing her legs together; squeezing my penis, delightfully.

I felt her nearness, the warmth of her body against mine her body shuddered ever so slightly.

The lovely aroma of the sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air, I just held her there, feeling her nipples as they hardened as I gently squeezed her breasts and she pushed her ass a little harder against my body.

Moving a little forward my erection freed from between her legs, she bent her knees a little and then moved her ass up again so my penis was vertical and trapped so wonderfully sensuously between her body and mine.

She pressed back trapping my throbbing cock against my stomach, she wiggled her ass ever so little pressing back a little harder making me shudder involuntary ......pressing back wiggling her ass...... masturbating me with her ass as I squeezed her nipples with my fingers.

It was one of those moments which you wish could go on forever, not just sexual but sensual too a feeling of the nearness of another body an intimacy but not a consummation.......

She moved back a little. I could see that the cooking was finished so I stepped back and she reached over to the bench for some plates; giving them to me to hold while she placed our breakfast on them.

We sat down at the table just staring at each other!

Me with my cock hard and erect but hidden from her view by the table and she with her lovely delicious breasts, her nipples erect!

We ate our meal in silence staring at each other.

It was a strange feeling...watching eating.

Wanting........my cock throbbing with desire needing.......but enjoying the sensuous moment.

Desire, lust......

Looking into her sparkling eyes, seeing the wanton desire there.

Her lips trembling and her tongue caressing around them, damping them with her saliva.

I stood up with a rush, my chair tumbling back with an almighty thud as it crashed to the floor. I rushed around lifted her from her chair and pushed her body back onto the table.

Pulling her ass to the edge of the table and forcing her legs up and apart exposing her cunt.

I could see the damp moisture oozing from her slit; I shoved my hard penis straight into her as I held her breasts with my hands.

I looked into her eyes, sparkling with lustful desire, her face contorted, wanting and getting.......I looked down seeing my cock pushing in and out of her cunt.

I pulled back so the tip of my penis was almost out of her and pressed forward into her cavern.....watching my penis slowly disappear into her, watching her cunt accept my penis so readily so wet and hot.........her cunt starting to contract and squeeze me.......the sheer beauty of her cunt.....as her labia parting as my penis pushes it a part as I push into her. 

Her stomach pulsing as I thrust into her and pull back, like waves in the sea......her body swallowing my cock; my balls smacking against her as I thrust into her pull back and thrust throbbingly into her again and again.

Her cunt gripping my cock, releasing it only to swallow it once more. I was panting; breathing hard; she was moaning her hands gripping the table cloth her eyes closed. 

I was aware of nothing but the feel of my cock in her, the warmth the wetness as her cunt throbbing, squeezing me trying to devour me!

The heat of her body.....the hardness of my cock...sensations.......her cunt squeezing even harder her rhythm more demanding.....I could not hold back any longer my cock throbbed jerked.

My sperm shooting forward into her I was as deep into her as I could get I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock. 

I held her, her body quivering throbbing squeezing........

Just standing there my cock impaled in her.....no longer quite so hard.

I found my self just staring down at her looking into her eyes there was a look of satisfaction there......

I reached down and scooped her up and held her in my arms my limp cock still in her cunt, she felt so hot the smell of sex in the air as we fought to get our breath back.

I carried her back to the bedroom, and placed her down upon the bed........I did not have a lot of energy left and crashed down beside her. We both just lay there looking at the ceiling still breathing fairly hard holding hands.

We must have fallen asleep...



The Next Morning



I furiously roll my head away from the light seeping in through the glass doors that leads out to a small terrace. As my head dives under another pillow I realize I am not only naked but sprawled across my king sized bed. I peek my head out from under the pillow, looking around the room to confirm what had happened the night before. I see the blankets on the floor next to the bed and notice that my bra and underwear are a few feet away. I almost gasp and sigh simultaneously as I notice another bra next to mine. My head shoots up and I prop myself on my elbows looking around the room taking a second before crossing my legs over the side of the bed, pushing my feet to the ground. 

I glance around the room again making sure that the evidence is there, maybe the woman I met the night before is possibly lingering. I walk over to the bathroom, but no sign of her. As I move towards the bedroom door I take a second to think over what happened last night. Is it possible she just left and forgot her bra? I bend down, scooping up my t-shirt and struggling to get it over my head. The second I open the door I am hit with the smell of coffee. I instantly feel giddy and mentally thank myself for leaving that coffee maker on the counter even though I never use it. I take a deep breath and make my way down the stairs. Just as I cross the foyer floor towards the kitchen I am caught off guard by a, "Hi there" emanating its way from the kitchen. I pause a second and turn into the kitchen doorway and smile, "Hello."

Christina is sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee. She's wearing her shirt from last night. 

"I wasn't sure if you wanted any coffee considering the dust covering the top of the pot." She chuckles a little before bringing the cup up for a drink. 

I nod towards it and make my way over to the island, standing across from it. "Well, I am glad someone is around to use it, "I say peeking around the kitchen to make sure it isn't a wreck.

She smiles again, "Think I was going to run off?"

I lean my elbows on the counter and tilt my head, "Not run...more like quietly sneak out."

She leans over and twirls a bit of my hair out of my face and behind my ear before settling back on the stool, "Well lucky you I am not very good at sneaking." 

I smile, standing up and stretching. "Would you like breakfast or do you need to get going?" I ask making my way around to the fridge.

"Actually, I would much prefer a shower and I'm in no rush to leave." she says as she finishes her cup and traces the rim with her finger.

"There is a shower in the bedroom," I say gliding the door shut and motioning back up the stairs.

Christina seemingly pouts as she states matter of factly, "I know, I just assumed you would want to join." 

I take a minute to respond purely out of surprise and realize she looks hurt by this brief silence, "I would love to join you. I am just surprised you asked." She looks up at me with an expression of mixed emotion. 

I instantly become concerned and ask, "What's wrong?" 

This time she hesitates, "Well...should I get going?" I almost gasp out loud knowing I certainly did not want to scare her off. 

"No!..I mean no. I would love for you to stay." Her smile is almost beaming as she stands up to meet my face before planting a firm kiss on my lips. As she pulls away I feel the breathe return to my body and I want to race up the stairs to the shower, of course I fight that eager urge. I slide my hand behind her bringing her in for a much softer kiss, feeling my lips tingle against hers. I realize as she pulls away that I must have held her there to long as she giggles and removes my hand from her back, running her fingers in between the spaces in mine. I tug at her hand as I start to walk towards the doorway, back towards the staircase. 

She follows happily and attempts to make small talk, "I didn't want to wake you earlier you practically passed out after last night...but I wasn't sure how you would react to me just being in bed with you." 

I smile stopping about halfway up the steps, "Truthfully, I would have been so excited it might have scared you off." Her giggle makes my cheeks burn red and I continue the trek up the steps. Once we slide into the bedroom she hurries in front of me, peeling her shirt off and walking towards the bathroom. I almost trip over my feet making my way quickly in behind her. I lean over and turn the water on and feel her hands creep up my spine. "Do you mind if I help?" she says pushing at the t-shirt. I shudder under her fingers and shake my head, rising to stand in front of her.

I feel her hands slide up my sides and arms as my shirt glides over me and eventually lands next to us. She runs her palms back down my sides and they rest on my hips. I freeze as her polished scarlet nails slide over my hip bones tracing their way up my stomach, finally resting right under my chest. I let out a slow sigh that is accompanied by a shudder. I catch my breath again when her fingers start tracing the space underneath both of my breasts; she giggles into my ear and almost makes me melt back into her body. As I rock back into her she covers my breasts with her hands, pulling me closer to her. She takes a minute, rubbing my breasts with the palm of her hand. The sound of the water running mixed with her attention has made me so wet it is becoming uncomfortable. She takes a firm grab before kissing the back of my neck, working her way to my right ear. I hear her let out a moan as she loosens her grip. I catch a glance of her in the mirror and watch as her face lights up as she slowly traces around my nipples with her forefingers. I feel her smile as she kisses my cheek, pinching at me gently. Out of instinct my body shies away, pushing my back further into her body and I can feel her nipples are rigid against my back. She pins my nipples between her fingers again and my hips buck back into hers.

She stops and I feel her breath hit the back of my ear as she asks, "Does that hurt?" 

I snap, relaxing against her as I shake my head, "No, it doesn't hurt but..." I slide my hand over hers and turn myself around to face her. 

Our hands locked together I start to blush as I say, "...I just would prefer something else." She smiles and leans in kissing me deeply, and I let her hands slip out of mine. Happily letting my hands meet her outer thighs and I can't help but smile as I reach behind her to cradle her ass. As she draws away from me she doesn't remove her lips from my body, instead she glides them from my lips trailing under my neck and finally between my breasts. She takes both of my breasts in the her hands and I arch back grabbing the shower curtain as her lips starts to hover over my left nipple. I lock eyes on her every movement and watch as she just simply waits for what seems like ages. She smiles up at me before standing to meet my eyes again, giving me a kiss before pulling back the shower curtain and motioning me to follow as she steps in. 

I almost trip over the step as I follow in behind her, the warmth of the shower is welcoming and I watch as she walks into the water, her back facing me. I watch for a second longer as the water flows from the hair that rests between her shoulder blades gliding down her perfectly round ass. I can't help but smile as I step close to her pushing my body against the back of hers and hugging my arms around her stomach. I draw her in close for a second before loosening my grip and stroking up her sides with my finger tips, stopping at the curve of her bust. 

I let my hands slide over her breasts, running them over her nipples, when my hands meet in the middle I slide my right hand down her body letting it rest over the crevice between her upper thighs. I hear her moan and her body wiggles against my chest as she steps aside letting her legs part. My hand falls into her and I feel her lips lingering underneath my fingers. I take a second to catch my breath before stroking her; the feeling of her shuddering again urges me on. I slide my forefinger between her slit, I instantly catch myself wondering if she was this wet from the water or me.

Her body sighs down into my hand, pushing her clit against my fingers. I hear a groan of ecstasy escape her lips when I begin to rub her clit in circles. Her body's movement gives me the green light and I find it hard to keep from stroking her as fast as I can. I decide to take my time though, kissing her shoulders and neck while I press her clit hard with my fingers. The sight makes me moan into her ear and I almost lose my breath as she catches me by surprise, grabbing my hand away from her clit, running it up her chest before kissing and licking at my fingers. Her tongue sliding between my fingers sends my body on edge and I delight watching her body move. 

I patiently watch wondering what she might be up to as she turns around, her body within an inch of mine. She smiles, make-up running a bit but seeing her slightly messy makes me smile and puts me at ease with her seeing me tousled as well. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls my neck down for a kiss; she tugs at the nape of my neck and once our lips meet they linger tenderly together. I realize quickly though that the tugging hasn't ceased and she is pushing me to my knees in front of her. She watches as I drop slowly at first but her hand works its way into my hair, her fingers working their way through it.

I find myself sitting up on my knees in the puddle forming at the bottom of the shower. The tiles feel cold at first but I am grateful for the warm water. I feel her hand loosen its grip and I lean my head back looking up her body, as water slides its way down her shoulders and stomach. She flashes a smile before I feel that hand rest again, ushering my face toward her, slowly encouraging me. I feel her stop and I push my neck forward a little but feel her pull my hair back. I take a second, confused, and look up at her, readjusting my knees, feeling the hard floor take its toll. 

She gently pulls my head back and I notice she is smiling. I cock my head puzzled but she moves her hand from the back of my head, tracing my lips with her forefinger. I stare watching her watch me and am almost shocked when she finally speaks, "You are just going to watch Honey, understand?" 

I just nod and she pulls her finger away from my mouth. I push the wet hair off my forehead and watch as her red nails make their way to her body. I feel my clit twitch as she spreads herself in front of me, sliding her forefinger around her clit. Her pussy is a dark shade of pink and I watch her finger trace its way around it again and smile when I hear her moan as she runs her nail from the bottom to the top of her clit. I feel warm water run down my chest and between my legs; I silently giggle knowing it was already soaked and just getting worse. She leans back allowing a better view of not only her pussy but her chest. I fidget frustrated knowing I can't lick her and decide to lean up and try to touch her breast. She instantly catches my hand and pushes it away effortlessly. I know I frown, apparently noticeable, because I hear her tsk at me. 

She keeps working her clit faster and bucks gently into her fingers while her other hand cups her left breast. I notice her finger is lightly tracing her nipple and want to tell her I would prefer that my tongue do the work for her, but I don't. I sit in almost painful silence, except for the water hitting the ground and my own breathing. She leans back and closes her eyes readjusting her feet even further apart and working even harder on her clit. I can't help but play with my own nipples briefly, squeezing my breasts in my palms. 

Since she doesn't seem to notice me attending to myself I slip my hand between my legs and trace my clit gently at first letting my body adjust and not get overwhelmed. The sight of her is becoming too much though and the fact she doesn't seem to be looking at me drives me even crazier. I moan and it catches her attention, her eyes look down and I know I am caught. The same wicked smile I saw earlier crosses her face and I know she is going to make me move my hand. 

She slowly leans down; water falling off her hair down my chest and when she makes a move for my hand I push her thighs back and hear her ass hit the shower wall. Her gasp at first scares me and I stare up praying I haven't offended her. Her face looks confused and startled but after a second the shock seems to subside and I see the small trace of a smile start to cross her lips. I dart my hand between her legs and begin rising slowly myself to meet her eyes.

I push my body against hers and love the feel of her chest on mine again. I push my fingers between her pussy lips quickly finding her wet hole and slip my forefinger in deep. I feel her nails drag into my shoulder blades and it just encourages me to push into her deeper pulling out and slamming my knuckles back into her. I hold her up against the wall harder, kissing her neck and quickening my pace inside of her and I can feel her hand move her hand between us. The movement of her arm between us lets me know she is rubbing her clit fast and I feel my own clit grow harder at the thought of her doing it to me. When my finger slides out of her again I notice she is growing more open and I manage to slip another finger in causing her nails to push further into my shoulders and urging me on.

I hear her moaning in my ear over the noise of the water and it pushes me over the edge. I stroke in and out of her wet cunt and soon realize I am pounding her. Her moaning doubles when I enter her and her body starts to depend on mine to stand. I feel she is getting close as she moans loudly. Her nails on my left shoulder dig deep and she shudders crying out, practically collapsing into my neck. I push her back against the wall allowing her to still work her clit before finally I feel her legs quake and her body give full way to orgasm. 

Her breathing is heavy and labored. She rests her head in the crook of my neck. I slide my hand out of her gently and run my hands up her arms, pushing my palms gently against her shoulders, pulling myself away enough to be face to face. I have to lower my head a little to meet her eyes and notice they are happily glazed over with satisfaction. I kiss her lips, feeling her body sway under my palms. The water hitting my spine is welcome warmth. She takes a second and after the pause lifts her head and nods before pushing her lips against mine. She almost throws me off balance and I catch myself against her shoulders. Before I have the chance to readjust I feel her finger on my clit and moan instantly. 

Her arms lock back against my shoulders and she rubs her finger around my clit teasingly, tracing her way down to my soaked hole. I gasp when I feel her enter me so quickly with two fingers and I find myself leaning into her as she slides in even deeper. The feeling of her thumb hitting my clit is too much of a tease and I buck into her hoping for it to hit again and again. She seems to hold my body up and gathers her ground, planting her feet and stroking in and out of me even quicker. All of the previous build up hits my pussy at once and I feel myself let tense. I hear her panting into my ear while urging me to cum down her fingers before creating a slight gap between us. Her mouth descends down to my tit and I feel myself grow rigid anticipating her mouth around my nipple.

The contact of her mouth is almost too much for me and I moan watching her tongue push flat against my nipple before her lips wrap around it, she sucks gently. All of my muscles tighten and I feel my cunt do the same around her fingers, but she keeps driving into me. She gasps in surprise and stops moving inside me just letting her fingers sit inside of me. I almost drop to my knees when I feel myself squirt down her fingers. I almost collapse into her body as mine strains to recover from her aggressiveness. I feel my heart pound and try to catch my breath, praying that I will be able to properly stand. I try to pull away but realize quickly, praying did not work. I sigh back against her and she giggles and puts one of her hands against the back of my head, petting gently through my brunette waves. 

"Give yourself a second, Honey. We are in no rush." She giggles again and I find the words reassuring. 

I nod into her and take a few more deep breathes before kissing her neck gently, eventually pushing myself up. I continue kissing up her neck and trace my way up the middle of her throat letting my lips stop at her chin. She looks me in the eye before rolling her forehead against me smiling and nuzzling into me. My heart soars a little and I kiss her nose before pulling away. 

"I suppose we really do need a shower now," I say with a laugh and a quick look down our bodies.

She giggles and nods, "I am sure we do. Do you mind if we make it quick though? I would love to sit down."

I sigh grateful for her bringing up a quick shower, "I completely agree; here, you have been against that wall for some time." I graciously offer her the warm water and back out from underneath the shower head. She quickly steps into my place and happily revels in the water, shaking her hair out a bit underneath it. I see her catch me just simply observing her and she seems to get a little self conscious. She gives her hair another few strokes and smiles. "Well I am done and warmed up," she says with a bit of a bounce of urgency. 

I smile and lean forward to wrap my arms around her, squeezing her in a light hug. "I have to say after all of that we are more than warm," she chuckles in my ear and reciprocates the embrace. I lean her forward and motion to the knobs, "If you don't mind..."

She nods, "Please do." A smile crosses her lips as I reach behind her to turn the water off and she pecks her lips against my cheek. 

As I pull back I slide the curtain out of the way and offer her my hand. She accepts it, hops out, and walks after me quickly as I make my way to the towels hidden in a closet next to the sink. The mirror is covered in fog and the air is so thick that I try to make quick work of digging the towels out. I turn to hand her one but instead of taking it she lifts her arms up and stands dripping before me. I almost blush as she motions me with her hands and I open the towel and throw it over her head, closing it at her breasts. She wriggles underneath me and lowers her arms, grabbing the top of the towel. I take my own towel and start to dry myself, "Care to get out of the steam?" I say nodding towards the door.

She giggles before quickly saying, "I know where the bedroom is."

She walks past me almost briskly and opens the door fully. A wave of cold hair hits me as I wrap myself in my towel. I watch her silhouette make its way out the door and cross the room to the clothes thrown about the floor. I walk to the door frame still attempting to dry off a bit and notice her reach for her jeans. 

"Do you need to leave?" I ask watching her move about collecting some clothes.

"I just need to make a quick call." She flashes me a smile over her shoulder while bent over picking her bra up and I smile back. "Do you care if I run I run downstairs to talk?"

I wave my hand towards the bedroom door before saying, "Sure, but know your clothes aren't needed in my living room." I wink and she seems to find it truthful enough that she only puts on her underwear.

"I will make sure to remember that," she says excitedly before making her way out the bedroom door. 

I hear her feet make their way down the staircase and I look around debating on what to do. I settle for cleaning up my clothes and finding my own set of underwear, red with little black hearts on them. I look myself over in the mirror assuring myself that the red is a good choice before walking over to the open doorway. I stop and lean against the inside of it, bending down to dry my hair out and I can hear her voice carrying its way up the staircase. I hear her mention that she went out last night to the bar and went home with someone. I smile, wringing my hair with the towel knowing I was the lucky chosen one. I stop messing with my hair when I hear her utter, "I know. I love you too, honey. I'll be home soon."




The Next Morning



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The Next Morning



The day started out just as any other day would. The sun rose, the birds chattered, the sky filled with life, light and sounds. He could hardly be bothered to uncover his head from under the blanket. As he became more aware of his surroundings, the taste of last night's over indulgence was plastered to the roof of his mouth. With a raw, sickly feel in his throat, he slowly yawned and stretched.

He still had not poked his head from under it's sanctuary. It wasn't until his bladder screamed for immediate relief that he stirred. With a smooth motion, practiced for many years, he slung the blanket off of his body, exposing him to the cold morning air. A sudden shiver could not change the urgency in his bladder.

He sprang to his feet and waddled his way to the bathroom. The shock of the frozen tile helped him maintain his composure for a few more seconds. He positioned himself in front of the open crevice of porcelain. Seconds seemed like minutes before the satisfying rush of water filled his ears. While his body was getting it's needs meet, his mind wandered.

How did he get home last night? How much had he had to drink? Why was he asking himself these questions and not getting any answers? Why did it matter if they were answered or not? Was he going insane? Was he alright with that?

His mind snapped back to the cold ache building in his feet from the tile floor. He was out of autopilot for the moment and turned to head back to bed. Subconsciously, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as a yawn crept out of his mouth. His muscles tensed and flexed with each step. He felt good to be moving about for a bit.

His hands came down from his eyes. His eyes adjusted to the light sluggishly before he could scan the room. Half of the bed seemed a little lumpier than he remembered. Before he could put the pieces of the puzzle together in his mind, he heard a soft yawn and morning pout come from his bed. He could barely see her figure, much less herself, move under the bulk of the blankets.

He stood in a state of amazement. He couldn't remember bringing her home, but he must have. His mind raced to remember. He heard a soft moan again, soon followed by another. He watched at the blanket began to rise and fall in a rhythmic time with the moans. The gears nearly stripped in his head as his mind changed directions.

He inched closer to the bed to fill his ears with the sounds of this scene hidden from his eyes. As he moved closer to the bed, he could hear the distinctive slick sound of an increasingly wet sex. His mind filled with images of her masturbating. His cock throb against the cotton of his boxers as the thought excited him.

He gently reached for the edge of the blanket. He stood holding the blanket in his hand, contemplating how to act without scarring her. He decided he would just rip the blankets off of her and dive right into her moistened pussy with relish and desire. He strengthened his resolve to do what he planned. He reassured himself that it would be alright to do so. She was in his bed, she came home with him last night. What else could he do with her masturbating in his bed? He had to do something to help her, cause that's the nice guy he was.

He gripped the blankets and with a quick fling of his arm, he threw the blankets off the bed. His sight blinded for a moment by the flying fabric. His eyes quickly settled and focused on the bed again. He gazed down upon her. Her eyes were closed in the pleasure she was administrating towards herself. Her fingers slicked with her own juices continued to twiddle her clitoris.

The sudden rush of cool air caused her eyes to open. She continued to run circles around her clitoris as her eyes focused on the man standing above her with a hard cock poking out of the front of his boxers. A sudden moan of desire escaped her lips as her gaze drank him in. His grip on the blankets slackened, as he moved toward her. The lust filling his eyes begin met by hers.

He slide onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. His face radiated with the heat emanating from her body. His passion and need became over powering. He dived between her thighs, pushing his body to her velvety folds of flesh. His tongue danced around her fingers on her clitoris. The warm comfort of her thighs invited him to press deeper. The sweet taste of her drove him even more.

His tongue slid down the length of her soaked pussy. He let her juices coat his tongue, filling him with the sweetest of passion. He gently pushed away her fingers as his tongue pressed harder and deeper into her. He could feel her body tense and relax with each flick and lick of his tongue. Her moans were rushing forth from her, faster and stronger.

Her moans also drove him on, licking the entire length of her pussy faster and stronger. He pressed his tongue between her lips as hard as he could, pushing deeper into the sweetness that flowed from her. He pushed as hard as he could to taste the source of such a great treat. Her moans came loud and hard as he pressed deeper into her with his tongue.

He could feel the soft walls of her pussy pulsate over his tongue. She seemed to grip and pull him further into her. He desperately wanted to give her all that he could. His tongue wriggled deeper into her. A deep moaned emanated from her lips as his tongue twirled inside of her. As his oral assault continued on her, his fingers began to spread and probe her most sensitive areas.

His fingers replaced hers in the twirling dance of stimulation upon her clitoris. His tongue darting in and out of her as his fingers danced and squeezed her clitoris. Her moans driving him to fuck her harder with his tongue and swirl faster with his fingers. He could feel her orgasm building deep inside of her.

He suddenly lifted his face away from her, gazing up her body and staring deep in her eyes. He could see the wanton need for her release. He positioned himself between her thighs, pressing his hard cock against the outer lips of her pussy. He rocked his hips to tease and tantalizing her a bit more. He felt her hips lift to meet him. She wanted more, almost needed more.

She rocked herself against him as he impaled her upon his hard cock. He thrust himself into her. A moan escapes both their lips as he rocks deeper into her. He can feel the walls of her pussy being pushed apart by his cock. The pulsating waves of her walls caressed and took hold of him. He lifted her legs to his shoulders as he pushed his cock deeper into her. His hips rocked to withdraw himself from her before thrusting back deeper with each push.

He could feel her pussy pulsate along his cock, rippling with waves of pleasure. With each thrust, his moans and hers intermingled. The sounds filled the air with their pleasure and passion. He drove his cock harder and faster into her with each of her moans. He could feel his body tensing, knowing that his orgasm would be overtaking him soon if he didn't calm himself.

He focused his mind to hold off his orgasm as long as he could. He wanted her to scream out in pleasure first. It was a race now, a competition. He wanted to win her orgasm before she won his. The intoxication of her moans was pulling his mind away from his wishes. He wanted to lose himself in the passion and explode in the ecstasy.

After a few seconds, his body shuddered as his orgasm shot hard and deep into her. He could feel her body explode in passion as well. Her pussy pulsated harder than before, wave after wave as her orgasm spread through her body. Her body shook with his. His body shuddered one last time as he collapsed next to her.

He cuddled up close to her as they both gently fell back to sleep. His mind totally lost in the post orgasmic experience. He dreamed of nothing at all.



The Next Morning



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I awoke slowly, my head fuzzy with the familiar throb of a hangover. Pulling the pillow off my face, I looked around my girlfriend's bedroom. Barbara's side of the bed was vacant.

What did we drink? My head ached as memories of the previous night gradually started to come together. Barbara's friend from college, Dan, had come through town on his way to a bike race and asked to crash at her place. Barbara had confessed to having a crush on Dan back in the day, but I figured it was no big deal. 

Dan was just as Barbara had described him, handsome, fit and very funny. He was tall with short, dark hair, and had the lean physique of a cyclist. She set him up in the guest room and fixed a delicious supper for us. After dinner we made the switch from wine to cocktails. (Ah, that's the culprit!) As the alcohol started to loosen our tongues, the conversation turned to sex. Then...

Oh shit! We had a threesome with Dan!

Last night's events suddenly came into sharper focus: In the course of our after-dinner conversation, Dan told about a post-graduation tryst that he'd had on a cycling trip—with another guy! Barbara was obviously both shocked and aroused by this revelation, and had pressed Dan to recount his little "gaycation." Dan obliged, detailing how after a long day of riding, his friend had offered to massage a cramp in Dan's calf. The massage relieved the cramp, but Dan said that it also produced a different kind of swelling in his bike shorts. Dan said he had never been with a guy before, but one thing led to another, and his cycling partner gave Dan a blowjob that he described as "amazing". For the rest of the trip they ended each day's ride with massages and getting each other off.

I remembered how Dan's story had Barbara squirming in her seat. Her freckled face became flushed and her nipples poked visibly against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. What surprised me though, was how aroused I became. Dan was a bit embarrassed but enthusiastic, and his story was really hot. Listening to this guy talk about his first experience with another man had caused my cock to involuntarily and steadily harden. 

By the time he finished his tale, it was impossible to hide how worked up the three of us had become. Barbara observed that both Dan and I had erections straining in our shorts. Then she leaned over to me and whispered that she wanted to act on one of her most intense fantasies: She wanted to fuck Dan and me. I was in no position to refuse.

Out of the fog of my hangover, details from the night before continued to emerge: Barbara had Dan and I masturbate for her. We stripped, and I noted Dan's lean physique and impressive dick—I couldn't help myself. Other than in porn, I'd never seen another guy's erect penis before. But at Barbara's urging, I was suddenly next to a guy I had only just met, both of us naked and growing harder with each passing second. 

Dan and I sat on either side of Barbara, and the three of us stroked ourselves, hungrily watching one another. Barbara and I were both captivated as Dan worked his fist up and down his massive staff. For his part, Dan's gaze alternated between Barbara's sodden panties as she fingered herself, and my raging hard on. Gripping my erection and thrusting my hips, I almost felt like I was performing for him. Watching another guy watch me as we both jerked off felt strange, forbidden and intense.

During sex Barbara usually came first, and that night was no different. She licked her lips and her breathing started to accelerate as she strummed her pussy with one hand and pinched a nipple through her shirt with the other. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and heaved forward on the sofa, her whole body quaking. I loved watching her lose control like that. 

Once she regained herself, Barbara began stroking Dan and me simultaneously, then leaned over and took me in her mouth. I recalled the wonderful feeling of Barbara's tongue swirling over the head of my cock. For his part, Dan continued jacking his rod, and with his other hand reached over to run his fingers through my girlfriend's short auburn hair. As Barbara sucked and moaned, I watched as Dan gently but firmly pressed the back of her head, pushing her mouth down further—and then further again—over my pulsing member. 

A second more of this ecstasy and I would have lost it, but Barbara then turned her attention to Dan. She positioned herself on all fours between us, and I remember how Dan's eyes rolled back as Barbara began working her eager lips and tongue over his remarkable shaft. I removed her panties and surged into her from behind, plunging into her wetness, driving her forward into Dan. He and I established something of a rhythm, thrusting into Barbara as she moaned and gasped between us.

I recalled how Barbara came a second time, her body convulsing before me, her frothing pussy contracting around my pole. I was able to tell from the look on his face that Dan was close to the edge himself, and moments later he threw his head back and released his spunk into Barbara's hot mouth. She had turned slightly towards me, and I'll never forget the sight of Dan's cock filling her freckled cheek, his thick cum seeping from the corners of her mouth. 

I remembered how Barbara had abruptly disengaged, and still stroking Dan's dick with one hand, she breathlessly instructed me to cum in her mouth as Dan just had. I exploded almost immediately, as she enveloped my rod with her sticky lips. I couldn't help but think about my cum mixing with Dan's, as wave after wave cascaded from my dick and Barbara excitedly attempted to catch it all. Dan stood next to me, watching intently, Barbara still massaging small spurts of ejaculate from his mighty hose.

For a while, we were frozen like that, lightheaded and overwhelmed by what we had just done. Eventually, Dan mumbled his thanks for dinner and made his way to the guest room. Barbara and I staggered to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Now it was morning and, ever the early riser, Barbara had already gone. She had mentioned that she had a few things to take care of at the office, and would probably go to the market after that. Now I was alone in bed with an especially acute case of morning wood.

Recalling the previous night's events had me hard as hell. The three of us masturbating together, Dan and I fucking my girlfriend from both ends, the look on Dan's face as he watched me spewing hot cum into Barbara's already-full mouth—replaying these images in my head had me craving another climax.

But at the same time another imperative had taken hold: I had to piss like crazy. Not all of the last night's beverages had made their way out of my system yet, and my bladder was aching. Slowly, I exited the bed, various parts of my body stiff for different reasons. I tiptoed to the bathroom, and after maneuvering my hard-on out of my boxers, I was able to awkwardly relieve myself.

It was as I was exiting the bathroom that I heard the door to the guest room open. I looked over to see Dan, similarly haggard, also attired only in his boxers. 

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Crazy night, last night."

"Yeah, it was pretty intense." 

If Dan was at all embarrassed about our after-dinner escapade, he sure wasn't showing it. I, on the other hand, couldn't believe that just a few hours earlier, I had seen this guy's hard cock, watched him orgasm. I was also intensely aware of my aching erection, and part of me wanted to dart back into the bathroom. But I didn't.

"You do anything like that before?" Dan asked suddenly.

"No, no," I said. "First time." 

"I'm flattered." Dan leaned against the frame of the doorway and smiled. "You two are a lot of fun. And you've got a great body."

I could feel my face start to redden. Was he hitting on me?

"You too," I heard myself say. Where did that come from? 

A long silence followed. I watched as Dan's gaze moved down, settling on the bulge in my underwear. I felt my erection twitch. I couldn't believe it, but having him look at me like that was only feeding my arousal. I also noticed Dan's cock swelling in his boxers. The thick outline of his shaft pressed against the fabric and started to rise. 

"You really should take care of that," Dan finally said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," I tried to say, but my voice caught in my throat. I was almost dizzy with lust. 

"That was pretty hot last night when we were both beating off." Dan's voice had become a low growl. 

"I really got turned on watching you." 

Again I recalled the intense sexual charge I'd felt the night before from our masturbation session. 

"You wanna try that again?"

Twenty-four hours earlier, I would have told you that there was no chance of anything like that happening. But something about Dan's lustful nature, his charisma was capable of creating its own momentum. The night before, he'd made me want to share my girlfriend with him. And this morning, I wanted nothing more than to see him jerk his massive cock.

"Sure," I said.

I followed Dan into the guest room, and for a moment we stood on either side of the bed, checking each other out. Then Dan pulled down on the waistband of his underwear, freeing his now fully erect penis. It was as impressive as the night before, the shaft thick and dark. The meaty corona was so big I was amazed that Barbara had managed to get the entire thing in her mouth. His testicles hung below like small kiwi fruit. 

"Come on," Dan urged, as he leaned back on a pillow propped against the headboard.

Here goes nothing, I thought as I dropped my drawers. Although not as large as Dan's generous endowment, my cock was plenty big, completely engorged and practically humming with anticipation. It snagged for a moment on the waistband of my shorts, then popped free and gently bobbed in front of me. 

I took up my position next to Dan on the bed. He produced a bottle of oil from the night stand and slowly began slathering the lube over his column. Watching him work the liquid over his dick and down onto his balls, I reflexively reached down to my own cock. My excitement was apparent: The second I began stroking myself, a clear bead of precum sprouted from the tip and leaked down the shaft to my pumping fist. I exhaled heavily and began smoothing the slick juice over my hardness.

"Whoa," Dan exclaimed, his eyes locked on my rod. 

"You're not even going to need any lube!"

For a few minutes, we pleasured ourselves in silence. I marveled at Dan's tumescence as he squeezed and pumped, first with one hand and then with both. A couple of times he gripped the base of his penis and smacked it against his taut stomach, making a sticky thudding noise each time. 

And once again I felt the excitement, the exhilaration of jacking off while another guy—handsome, naked and erect—sat next to me, watching. Completely turned on and not wanting to cum too soon, I loosened my grip and started just tracing my fingers over my eager, engorged cock.

"You want to try something hot?" Dan asked suddenly. Not knowing what he had in mind, I didn't answer. Was he going to try and fuck me? 

"Come here," Dan instructed as he repositioned himself facing me. He had taken my silence for consent, and I had the fleeting feeling that maybe I had gotten in over my head. Nonetheless, I sat dumbly as Dan moved closer to me, sliding his legs beneath mine. Then I almost gasped as he scooted his hips forward, causing our erections to press against one another.

The sensation of a hard dick throbbing against my own was unlike anything I'd felt before, and I almost came right then. Our glistening poles awkwardly slid and pulsed against one another. Propping himself up with one arm, Dan began slowly thrusting his hips forward, pressing his groin against mine, his thick meat slithering over the surface of my rigid dick.

"Fuck," I moaned. I closed my eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation of Dan's cock. I felt the contours of his shaft, the heat of his dick on mine. When I opened my eyes again, I saw our erections pressed together side by side. A thick stream of precum was now oozing steadily from the tip of my cock and forming a clear pool on my lower stomach. 

Then Dan reached forward and grasped both of our shafts. Gripping them together, he began working his fist up and down, pumping our rods in tandem. I could feel his taut balls as they pressed against the underside of my own scrotum. The feeling of another man's hardness, his horniness was driving me crazy. I groaned uncontrollably and joined Dan in thrusting my hips, grinding my rod against his. 

"Dude, I'm going to cum!" I announced. Dan quickened his pace, pumping his fist over our twinned cocks. My hips bucked forward and a geyser of cum launched itself from my dick. Jets of creamy spray flew up between us, then splashed down on my cock, his cock, his fist, my stomach, everywhere. Dan continued to pump away, and I felt like I could not stop cumming.

"My turn," Dan grunted, and I felt the thick tube of his urethra start to pulse against the underside of my still-spasming erection. He groaned throatily a moment later, hot white magma surging from his plump, meaty crown. Dan's thick gravy oozed out in a steady wave. His hot semen mingled with mine, and he spread the mixture over our writhing members.

The intensity of our orgasms was overwhelming. Seeing and feeling Dan as he came against and on my erupting rod—the carnal force, the synergy was both familiar and totally new. It was only as our mutual thrusting slowed, then stopped, that I heard the sound of my own breath, almost hyperventilating.

Then I heard the sound of a shopping bag hitting the floor. 

Dan and I looked up. Barbara stood in the doorway of the guest room, her mouth agape. She still held one shopping bag, while produce rolled out of the one she had just dropped. She was frozen as she assessed Dan and I, the two of us naked, sweaty, our spent cocks still pressed between us, a heavy film of ejaculate covering our torsos.

And she smiled.



The Next Morning in Prison



I overslept for the first time since I'd entered prison. It wasn't until I heard someone call my name outside my cell that I finally jerked awake.

I sat up, bleary-eyed, rubbing my hair back as Trevor, a black guard in his early forties looked at me. I rubbed my eyes and tasted the pleasure of last night still faintly. I ran my tongue along my full lips remembering it.

Trevor stared.

I wasn't totally surprised, since I'd long since known I was his type. The clothes they gave us were not altogether flattering, but they in no way concealed that I have the kind of ass that black men love. And on an otherwise small white girl, no less.

But it wasn't my ass that he was focused on as I sat up in bed getting my bearings still. Not even my tits. In fact, it seemed like his eyes were focused on my lips, or just below it.

"Julia?" he said softly.

"Yes?" I asked, startled at his tone.

"You haven't had any problems here, have you? It's been alright, right?"

I blinked and thought of the night guard's hand on my head, felt his thrusts into my eager mouth from the night before. I bit my lip softly without thinking.

"I'm sorry, I need to check something. A matter of policy," he muttered. He called to the other guards gathering prisoners to go ahead as he got the right key in the lock.

I grew nervous, not knowing what to expect as he entered my cell. Now, there is no such thing as privacy here in prison, but no one had ever entered my cell before.

He came close after locking the cell once more and leaned over my cot and me. I could smell the cologne on him.

I looked up at him, and could tell my dark round eyes were having an effect on him.

He tore his gaze away and seemed to focus on my chin. I tilted my head, puzzled, and starting to become self-conscious.

"You left some toothpaste on your face when you brushed last night," he said, reaching out to rub the white stain on my chin. 

I flushed under his gaze and started at his touch.

He grinned.

"Mmm, that's okay, dedication to hygiene is very important. It's an admirable quality in a woman, in fact," he said thoughtfully. "And if you don't say that you're having any problems, you must have enjoyed it," he said, grinning again, looking at my petite body in front of him, the rest of the prison quarters evacuated.

He waited for a response as I stammered, making a show out of being willing to hear me out.

"I'll tell you what," he said as I looked up hopefully. "If you can look at my cock and not get wet or have your body react in any way, I'll unlock the door and we'll get you started on your day. However," he said, "if I see the slightest bit of arousal on your part, I will have to be a gentleman and help you with it." 

He smiled, satisfied with his own deal.

God help me, I could already feel my body reacting in anticipation as my eyes drifted down of their own volition.

My eyes widened as I looked at his cock straining against his pants.

"Not just yet," he cautioned. "Before I take my cock out, I'm going to need to be able to see your body to watch for a reaction.

"That means," he continued, "that I need to be able to see your nipples to see if they're hardening... I need to see if your flesh is reddening... and most importantly, I need to be able to check that pussy of yours to see if it's getting wet and swelling."

I must have let out a small sound in response, as all of those things seemed to happen as he described it.

He smiled kindly. "Should I help you, or have you got it?" 

He laughed as I swatted his hands away, starting to pull my shirt over my head, grumbling slightly.

I consoled myself with hearing his sharp inhale as he looked at my exposed small tits, even though I was partially turned away.

I bent over a bit as I tugged down my pants reluctantly.

I could feel his eyes linger on my ass as I had many times before, though he had never gazed at me naked or in a room alone together.

I turned and faced him and felt his eyes rake up and down my body incredibly slowly. They stopped on my hard nipples.

"It's cold," I shrugged, hoping he'd buy it and actually kind of looking forward to seeing his cock.

He nodded, his grin widening as if he already knew he'd won.

He kept his eyes on my face just a few feet away as he slowly undid his pants. His gaze just got more and more intent on me until I finally broke it to look at his dark cock.

It caught my breath as I looked at it. Dark and long, it was, but it was the width that caught my attention more than anything.

I slid my eyes back up to him, a moment too late for it to have been a casual glance on my part.

"Now my turn," he said, stepping closer. 

I instinctively took a step back even though I was of half a mind to just drop to my knees. I was pretty sure that's where I'd end up anyway.

"Have a seat if it would make you feel more comfortable," he nodded as he steeped nearer and my legs hit the side of the cot, almost falling back, but catching myself.

"Hmm, as you like," he murmured.

"So, I'd estimate that I've already won, as your nipples have been hard for some time, but you say that is the cold... Fine. Your eyes also seem dilated, but as you can't see that... Your flesh is also flushed," he nodded to my upper chest, which did indeed appear to be speckled with fine red dots.

"But I think I will most enjoy checking the most irrefutable piece of evidence indeed," he said, placing his hand on my bare stomach and slowly sliding it down, over my still-trimmed pubic hair and down to my thighs that -- I flushed -- obediently parted for him.

"Hmm, I like that," he whispered softly as if he was already a lover, and I lowered my gaze. I felt his fingers dancing closer to my pussy, and my body tightened in anticipation.

"Mmm," he murmured, running one finger down my outer lips. "Unfortunately, if I tease you too much though, you could say it was that and not my cock that made your pussy drenching wet," he said with assurance. 

I looked up at him. 

"I can feel how hot it is and your pussy lips feel swollen," he murmured, teasing one last line down my slit. "Makes sense that it must be soaking if it's that ready for me already," he said with a groan of satisfaction as he pushed his thick finger easily into my juices.

His eyes focused again on my face as I struggled to retain composure.

"Mmm, but you'll pretend you have nothing to do with this wetness, hmm?" he asked, rubbing his finger in and out as his thumb found my clit. 

He didn't rub it, just placed his thumb there maddeningly as I tried to stay still, until he pushed another finger in with the first.

I couldn't help it, I gasped as he rubbed his thick fingers in and out.

"That's it," he murmured in my ear. "It's okay to want it. If you want it," he said as he slowly finger fucked me, "I can make you really happy," he said as he let his thumb drift over my clit again.

I whimpered with the struggle of not fucking myself back on his hand.

"Do you want it, Julia?" he asked, smiling down at me. "Do you want me to make you cum and then get to take my hard, black cock?"

He pressed his cock against my leg to help me remember what I'd seen earlier and laughed as he felt me pressing towards it to feel more.

"Ah-ah," he cautioned, adding his other hand to the achingly hard nipple of my right breast. He teased it lightly.

"Just tell me you need it. It's okay to need the help of others sometimes," he said, chuckling again as he felt me try moving my body against his two hands.

"Julia..." he smiled, still barely touching my nipple then squeezing hard, sending a fresh, hot wave of desire through me again.

I cried out.

He went back to barely stroking my now-tender nipple as his other hand slowly fucked me, but kept me a good ways away from release.

"Please!" I finally gasped.

I could feel him grinning, giving me slightly more pressure in encouragement, but not letting me have what I needed yet.

"Please what, honey?" 

I looked forward. "Let me cum, let me have your cock, whatever you-" I reached for his cock and he shifted his body so I couldn't access it. I groaned and looked up at him.

He smiled. "There's still time for that, don't worry. But for now," he said, rubbing my clit quickly while he finger fucked me and toyed with both my nipples in turn until each ached, "Now we let you see what a slut you really are."

I whimpered, trying not to cry out, grasping his body for support as my legs shook under me.

"What's that? What's that you say?" he teased me. "You're a slut desperate for black cock? Did I hear you right?"

I moaned in response, moving my body desperately seeking release. I felt him start to withdraw his fingers and the intensity decrease. I looked up alarmed and saw his amused expression. 

"God, I need your cock!" I groaned. 

He started playing again, making my body shake, but holding back. 

"Why do you need my cock, Julia?" he asked.

I flushed, thinking of getting my face fucked last night and now a completely different guy moving his hand wetly in my pussy as I damn near begged him.

"I'm a slut, I can't help it," I groaned, trembling, so close. 

"Mmm, that's it," he grinned, holding me closer as he played with me. "You're getting better and you're gonna cum like Daddy's lil' slut now, aren't you?"

I moaned more, hearing my moans echo off the cement walls. I knew he could feel me tensing as I got close. 

"Yeah, you're all worked up knowing that you get my cock next, aren't you? I know you've been thinking about it for a while, teasing me with that ass every day," he said, giving my ass a harsh slap in punctuation. 

I gasped and he smiled. "Mmm, yeah, lil' sluts like you should get punished for being such teases, shaking that white ass so I had to look," he said, smacking my ass again.

I cried out and bent over more this time.

"Yeah, slut, see what you did to your Daddy?" he asked, moving so that his long, hard cock was very close to my face. He grabbed my hair before I could do anything.

He lightened his touch on my pussy, keeping me on the brink of the orgasm that he knew was coming,

"You want to make it up to me now, don't you? I bet you've even laid here at night thinking of how you can make it up to me, hmm, slut?"

I whimpered. "Yes, Daddy!" I gasped. "May I suck your cock now?" I asked, shocked at myself, but finding that I was, in fact, desperate for it.

"Julia, you have to promise me you'll tell me of your needs from now on so I can take care of you, alright? I want to help you," he said as he gently lowered my head so I barely could lick his cock if I stretched out my tongue to the beautiful, dark head, which I did.

"Yes, Daddy!" I moaned, hoping it would get me what I needed.

His grip on my hair loosened, letting me fall forward towards his hard, delicious-looking cock. I let out a groan as I teased it with my tongue, rubbing his full balls, but it had been too long. I needed to suck it, and I did.

"Ah, that's it, slut," he groaned, his hand on my head again, following my head as I bobbed. My lips ached at first from the struggle of stretching around it.

We both made noises of satisfaction, mine muffled on his cock as he rubbed my pussy faster. I could feel him watching as my ass bounced back against his touch.

"Shit, girl..." he moaned softly as he watched my ass move, my head eagerly bobbing for his cock, trying to take more each time.

My moans increased, and I confess pleasing him made me all the more hot, and I started to tremble on his hand. 

"Yeah, slut, cum for me. Show me what a good slut you are," he groaned, feeling me react. 

I moaned and gasped on him, squirting suddenly, bent over sucking this guard's cock, soaking his hand and the cement floor beneath me. 

He gasped and then held my cock firmly as the intensity of his orgasm made him drive his cock in deep, all of his muscles clenching. I was caught between his cock and his hand as he came heavily in my eager mouth. I sucked hard as he fully drained himself.

As he recovered, he softly pulled me back by my hair, but not off his cock, luxuriating in the feeling of my tongue over him, slowly bathing his cock. 

"Mmm, that's a good girl," he said, a slight twinkle in his eye. "I'm going to have to keep a more careful watch on you from now on."