17 comments/ 46075 views/ 4 favorites Morning Tea By: Sub_Hubbie Submissive husband serves his Mistress Wife and Her lover with morning tea and more. * "And what time would you like morning tea in your tent," asked the manager as we sat at the table enjoying our after dinner drinks. We were at Island Camp, a one night stay in our one week tour of the northern lakes. I didn't presume to answer the manager's question, looking instead across the table to my Wife who discussed it with Darren sat next to Her, informing the manager of their 7:30 decision. "Richard," She said to me, "you need to be at our room to serve tea at 7:30, so you'll need yours earlier -- say 6:30." "Yes Darling," I replied to Her. "6:30 for me," I confirmed to the manager. We finished our drinks -- a last brandy for Darren, whisky for me and a small glass of Port for Her, before saying our good nights and going off to bed, my Mistress Wife and Her lover Darren in one tent, and me in another a few hundred yards down from theirs. I tossed and turned a little at night, wondering what the two of them were up to. No matter how long their relationship lasted and burgeoned, I was always a little jealous and disturbed at the thought of Her in the arms -- and bed -- of another man. What were they doing? Were they fucking? Was She sucking him? But there was no answer to my questions and I eventually found sleep. By 7am I'd had my tea, a shave and shower (Mistress insisted I shave my chin and pubic hair every day so as to be smooth if required to lick or come against Her) and was getting dressed to go across to their tent. 7:20, in good time, I was on the veranda of their tent, wiping down the chairs, waiting for their tea to arrive which it did promptly at 7:30. "Good morning Mistress," I called. "Would you like your tea in bed, or out on the veranda." "We'll have it on the veranda," She replied. "Please pour it -- we'll be right out." I heard the sounds of movement and preparation through the canvas as I poured their tea. Hers white with no sugar. Darren's black with one sugar. She was the first out. Looking ruffled, sexy and marvellous, wearing a short, see through, ivory slip. I gazed at Her nipples, as they pushed the fabric away from Her large tits. Her narrow waist emphasised by the gather in the middle of Her slip. Her long, dark legs, smooth and sexy, stretching for ever from below the high hemline. The very picture of femininity. "God, She looks gorgeous," I thought to myself, wondering again if the two of them had had last night. They probably did. Of course I didn't voice my thoughts -- it was not my place to question my Mistress' actions. "Good morning, Mistress," I said instead. "You look lovely this morning, as always." "Thank you, Richard," she said, taking Her tea and the seat I indicated, looking out over the lake and the early morning sunshine. "What a lovely morning," She said. Darren was the next out. Tall, stocky and handsome, it was immediately apparent what She or any other woman would see in him. I noticed the bulge in his boxers moving as he came out to his seat. "Sit here sweetie," She said to him, indicating the seat opposite Her. "The views out over the lake are lovely. Richard, give him his tea." As he sat I leaned over and handed him his tea. "Now leave us," She said to me. "Go in and tidy up our tent." I went through to the tent and started to gather up their clothes. Folding them neatly and hanging them over the backs of chairs, putting towels back in the bathroom and the like. I noticed the bed was well ruffled, and deduced that sex last night was a distinct likelihood. I lifted the sheets to looks for wet patches, but was unable to see any, so was unable to confirm my suspicions. "What a great place to fuck Her," I thought to myself as I tidied their room. Outside the two of them were murmuring gently as they drank their tea, and I could hear the occasional word. Then I heard a giggle and a clatter as She put Her cup down. Through the transparent mosquito netting wall of the tent, I saw Her rise and walk towards him, moving sleek and agile, like a black panther. He stood and moved his chair back to make room for Her. She kneeled down before him, tugging his boxers down and off as She did so, revealing his manhood. I looked at his cock which I thought was nothing special. Half-erect, it was a little smaller than mine in the same state. Obviously his was a whitish/pinkish colour, whereas mine was a dark, mixed race brown. His cock grew hard as a I watched it. Jerking up towards the morning sky as She held his balls, kneeled in front of him and taking the head of his cock into Her lips. I could not remember when She had last sucked my cock. It must have been three or four years ago at least, probably longer. I had stopped asking Her to suck it, because She never did, saying I had a wimp cock that didn't deserve to be sucked, and that if She wanted a cock to suck, which She did, then She would find a real man's cock to suck. And right now Darren was that real man. I watched Her bob Her head up and down on his manhood, working Her lips round and round as She sucked and licked. My own cock instantly erect with a cuckold hard on from the jealousy and excitement of watching them together. I was not generally allowed to watch them, as Darren preferred his privacy. But on this occasion, in the camp tent and under the circumstances, I was the last thing on their mind as the two of them went at it. I heard her humming gently to stimulate him as She sucked his cock, now wanking it with Her left hand, Her right still playing with his balls. The view I had was perfect, and I stared intently. He was back in his seat now, head thrown up to the sky, eyes tight shut as he revelled in the pleasure She gave him. I heard him groan as he reached down for Her head, taking it firmly in both hands and fucking into Her mouth and on deep into Her throat. She gagged as his cock thrust into Her. I noticed that She was still tickling his balls with Her hand, even as She gagged from the thrusting intrusion. He groaned again as he fucked Her mouth and throat, moving Her head up and down forcefully. There was just the sound of the morning birds, the water lapping against the shore a few feet below the tent, and the two of them moaning as they went at it. I stood stock still. Not wanting to make a noise or be heard least I be sent away. I knew that what I was doing -- watching - was wrong, and that I risked punishment for doing so, but I was enthralled with this rare opportunity to see what was going on. "God I wish She would suck me like that," I thought to myself, my cock bursting against my shorts. But I knew She never would. Outside, Darren started to groan and raise his hips into the air. He had let go of Her head now, and was gripping the elbow rests of his camp chair instead, as She worked his cock with Her lips, wanking him and playing with his balls. With a mighty groan that I was worried would be heard by others across the camp, he rose out of his chair, pushing Her head up with his cock as he came deep in Her mouth. I watched Her rise with him. She didn't want to waste a drop of his cum, and was obviously determined to have it all in Her mouth. She held on to his cock, sucking and wanking gently as She swallowed every drop. Eventually he settled back down into his seat, and She looked up as him as She sucked his now softening cock gently, letting it fall from Her mouth, clean as She smiled up at him. "Hmm!" She said, "that was nice." "Jeez," he said. "That was bloody fantastic. Thank you darling." She rose and went back to Her seat. "God. I'm feeling horny now" She said, as She sat in Her chair. "You'll have to make up for that later tonight." "Richard!" She called me, "Pour us some more tea please. And as soon as you've finished tidying our stuff then go and pack your things ready to leave for the mainland. We've only got an hour before the boat leaves." Morning Tease She was groggy, still partially asleep -- how could he be awake already? As her muddled thinking slowly cleared, she understood that he could be awake because his body had been immunized to early mornings by his five AM start times. This meant that even on a Saturday he would be brewing coffee at three or four in the morning. Ugh. So much for the concept of sleeping in on weekends. Lori listened to the wind roar down their valley; the tops of the fir trees surrounding their house must really be bending under the force of that typical south-easter. Soon snow would be flying wildly, burying them until next April. So many things to do, to get the place ready for winter in earnest. She huddled deeper into the quilt, daring today's chores to come and find her. She listened to Peter trudge up the stairs to their loft, allowed her mind to fill in the rest of him: fairly short and not thickly muscled, but hard and agile nonetheless. Right now he would be wearing only sweats, the nipples on his hairless chest standing out firmly in the cool air that invaded their house nightly. She heard him put down two heavy clay mugs of coffee. Downstairs the woodstove crackled and sang it's love song to heat as its metal surfaces expanded. Peter kissed her ear, ran his hand through her hair playfully. She wrapped the quilt around herself even tighter. "What do you want?" she teased, knowing full well. He rolled her over, quilt and everything. Her defenses weak to begin with, he managed to expose her bum to the cold air. She gasped and struggled to redistribute the quilt, get back into the warmth. Dammit -- now the enemy was actually under there with her! Peter's head was at her feet, she could feel his tongue on her soles. Ripples of pleasure spread through her legs, into her abdomen. She moaned softly when he licked her toes, drawing each into his mouth in turn. He worked methodically from one toe to the next; he always had a plan, he'd joked to her, pointing out his German ancestry. All the sweeter when he occasionally subjected them both to a spasm of sexual chaos that she would fantasize about for weeks afterward. His hardening cock rubbed tiny strings of pre-cum on her back as he slowly worked his way up her feet. Lori was lying comfortably on her side, and just let him lick her the way he thought he needed to. She could feel the heat and moisture of his tongue as he licked her shins and quads, working his way to the inside of her knees. In a semi-conscious fog of pleasure and sleep, Lori realized that Peter had licked his way up the outsides of her thighs. She had no idea how much time had elapsed; probably no more than a few minutes. She thought that the way she felt right now, with him gently licking her thighs and bum, could easily be the way she felt for the rest of her days, and she would bear it without complaining too much. Until he did ... that. His hands had found the black thong panties she'd worn to bed, and now -- ever so slowly -- tugged them gently back and forth between her tightly closed legs. As the stretchy cotton material moved across her skin, the bastard was stimulating every nerve in her labia, every nerve in her clit, even her anus, to gentle wakefulness. She couldn't help herself, and softly moaned her approval. She supposed this feeling was not too bad either, ummmm .... Peter -- as though he knew what he was doing -- tugged her thong back and forth, over and over, with barely enough force to register, but in a way that slowly ratcheted up her state of arousal. Tingles shot out from her clit occasionally, bathing her groin in sensations that were weak enough at this point to be mere harbingers of pleasure to come. Lori groaned and mumbled something incoherent. Suddenly the tugging stopped. She felt her thong tighten as Peter wrapped the material around his fingers, to get a more secure hold. "Huhh ... " she whimpered as Peter positioned her thong as deep as it would go between her labia. The material was now stretched tight against her skin, all the way from her clit to her anus. Lori's tightly shut legs added to the excitement somehow; it not only presented her skin with better physical stimulation, but it made her feel as though she were somehow being taken advantage of. The idea shot stabs of arousal into her brain, completely primed her pleasure centers. Lori groaned, her mouth opening involuntarily, as Peter now began tugging the tightly fitted material across her skin. He didn't move her panties much, just enough to clarify to the nerves in her pussy and anus that direction was being changed. Again. And again. "Omigod," she breathed, as sensations flooded out of her groin and anus. Pleasure stabbed hot lightening into her belly, her brain. Her fists clenched as some of her muscles began contracting as though of their own will. "Awmh ... " she moaned, trying to somehow alleviate the pleasure flooding through her, to push it down so that she could remain in control. As she tried she knew it was useless. She could feel Peter reposition himself, and suddenly her anus exploded with new sensations; his hot, wet tongue explored her sweet little rose. "Awwmh," she groaned, trying reflexively to climb away from him; he easily held her in place. There was a finger in her mouth. "Oh God," she groaned, helplessly. "Get it good and wet," he urged, the raw sexual need evident in his voice. She did as she was told, rolled her tongue all around her mouth, bathed his finger in her saliva. As Peter slid the finger he had wet in her mouth across her anus, her fists clenched again, this time around handfuls of sheet. His other hand was holding her thong out and over, putting her clit under tremedous pressure. Lori was beginning to lose the ability to think straight, so much pleasure was being reported in her brain. Dimly, she was aware of shoving her ass toward him. His hands were holding her cheeks apart enough so that his wet finger could slide smoothly back and forth across her anus. He shoved his finger back in her mouth; in a fog of lust and desire she moistened it and waited for him to run it over her ass. But this time he kept his finger in her mouth, played it all around. He moved it in and out, and Lori began sucking on it as if it was his cock. She heard him groan. Suddenly his hot tongue was all over her anus, eating her ass with a passion borne of pure, burning lust. His rock hard cock strained and dripped against her back, while she humped his finger in and out of her mouth. Lori had had enough; throwing the quilt off, she pushed a pillow under her and shoved her bum up. She was facedown on the bed now, her ass pushed up and back as far as it would go. "Go in me," she mumbled at him. "Before you do anything else, I need to feel you go inside my ... ahhh yaahh, ummm ....!" Peter slid his hard seven inches between her moist labia, slammed into her pussy in one motion that took him in up to his sweet balls; she grunted pleasurably. He was holding her wet thong out of the way, and simply remained like that, his cock inside her, letting her absorb his presence. She groaned, her fists tugging the sheets, as she pushed back and adjusted herself this way and that. Her pussy was sending wave after wave of sensation into her abdomen and brain; as if that wasn't enough, her nipples -- crushed under her breasts -- now sent their own symphony of signals to add to the cacophony of pleasure going off in her body. She trembled weakly. Peter pulled out; she heard him reposition himself so that his face was over her ass again. She moaned as she felt her wet thong being pulled this way and that. "I'm licking your panties," he breathed heavily. "God, you taste good!" Lori whimpered helplessly, adrift in a sea of pleasure. Every nerve, every cell in her body craved this man's lustful attentions, needed him in a frenzy of desire. It was as if she was sinking into the heat and moisture of a great volcano of lust. Suddenly something heavy was thrown across her; the quilt. Peter was off the bed. She heard him trudge down the stairs, sipping coffee. "Suppose I got some chores to do," he said. She could imagine him grinning like the fool he was. "Oh you fucker, you!" she shouted from under the quilt. "You major fucker!" The teasing ass had abandoned her, quivering and trembling, just when she was warming up. That fucker! Well, he'd be horny all day too, and there were things she could do with a pair of thong panties that would have him literally panting the hours away, the old dog. Lori lay there a while, listening to the gale about her house whip the trees around. As she calmed down she smiled, sighed softly, and fell back asleep. Morning Thoughts The day’s sun and fun had paid it’s toll on us, we had joked and flirted with sexual innuendoes all day, and absolutely planed on fulfilling them when we got home, but there we were - sacked out on the couch, rubbing each other’s feet, that intimate act of touching, feeling, soothing, and soon we were both asleep to the droning of the Television, singing it’s lullaby of gibberish to us. I woke up, not really with a start, just one of those things, when you know that your neck will have the worst crick in it if you do not move, and with your feet still in my hands, on my chest there was really no place to move. I rolled off the couch and stretched - my arms reaching toward the ceiling. POP - POP - there went my back and one hip, ahhhhhh that felt good, nothing like the release of that tension. I would love to release some more, as I see you sleeping there, so quite, so beautiful, I just adore the shape of your lips, the curve of your eyebrows, the way you breath -- softly - you are so seductive, your lips gently parted, lips glistening with the blue light of the Television, I know you were having dreams of something delicious , because you must of just licked those lips, they are so Kiss-able. I know I have to wake you, but I need that kiss too, so I lean down to kiss you , and your begin to wake up, and stretch. You are like a cat, squirming over the couch, my lips never off yours - you not pushing it away, liking the gentle pressure that is there - maybe you were even thinking of kissing me before you woke up - but you can’t really talk, you are not that awake yet. I stand up, and you put your hands out for me, -- I know you would love for me to pick you up and heave you over my shoulder - and toss you into the bed. I am too sleepy for that myself tonight, and our bed could not take that either. I laugh to myself remembering how the bed collapsed under us while making love, not one time but a couple different times - sort of puts you out of the mood, but as I recall - we never stopped, that animal lust thing I guess - the heat that our loving makes, drives all thoughts from our head - that we need to feel the height of the passion, and just part of the way up that mountain for either of us will not work. So you held onto the tilted bed, and I just readjusted my position so that I was actually leveraging the angle of the bed - to drive my thrusts deeper in you, my snarls and growls just close at hand, your hands, morph-ing into claws on the bed, holding on, knowing that there is no longer a man behind you - but a animal, a passionate being, driving you so that you can not think in thoughts any longer, just colors and moods, and splashes of images pass across your mind, you can not even hear your own moans - those moans that I hear that excite me even more. No -- I will not break the bed again, It took me too long to fix it those last few times, and I really don’t want to sleep on a slanted mattress tonight - so I take your hands - and gently tug you onto your feet. We stumble into the bedroom, and I stretch out in my way, laying on my back for a little while, before rolling over on my side and scooping you up in my arms and sleeping as the fork slept with the spoon on that night that the cow jumped over the moon. But I lay there collecting my thoughts, and your little hand reaches over and starts feeling that familiar territory to you, the face of that territory changes though - right under the magic touch of your hand, growing, stretching and slowly coming to life, -- the blood thickening those muscles - making the base hard, and soon - under the stroking of your hand, I become more fully erect. You lean over with the other hand, and start running your finger nails through the forest of fur that covers my chest - but you find your way, though the over grown paths, and seek out your destination like a skilled explorer, and your fingers soon play over my nipple as well. Soon your mouth starts moving over -- your teeth gently pulling on my nipples -- biting me - I know that your hand can feel how that makes my cock even harder for you -- you hand still working it’s magic on me. You are loving the feeling, the power that my cock , hard as it is, gives to you, loving me, knowing that you will have that in you soon, for that is why you are loving on me, exciting me, your itch needs scratching huh? I pull you over - knowing that I could feel this sensations that you are bringing to a slow boil in me for quite a while still, but also knowing that I love to please you, and it almost seems as if I am getting too much attention just focused on me. I pull you on top of me, and I slide inside you so easily inside of you - but still I feel the sheath of you, still griping me, softer then your hand now, but still gentle strokes, the heat and the wetness envelops me. -- I reach with my neck - head up -- our foreheads touching, I know that our thoughts pass just from my head to yours when we are like this -- I feel your need your desire - there is no other thought then the pleasure of this union of our bodies -- of our souls - of our very beings. I reach further still and with my hand squeezing and needing, your nipple now come into my mouth, my pinching lips, and teeth and tongue - giving you more sensations to swirl around in your head. Your body leaned forward you push back -- you are the one driving me inside you -- feeling every inch - and slowly you pull your body up and sit straight down on me. filled completely. I laugh again to myself at the comment you made earlier in the day when I drove your car to the gas station and said that I was going to fill you up, and you giggled - and said “you normally do” I reach up my hands -- and your hands come behind mine - making my hands extensions of yours -- your guiding touch reminds me exactly how your want me to handle your breasts -- how I go to the nipple - then back out to the whole breasts -- manipulating the muscles that are there - the tender flesh, and I am mesmerized of the beauty of you -- then light filtered in strips of light coming through the window - the way your eyes are closed - shutting out any other distraction but the feeling of me in your body - on your body - touching, feeling, being. Your hips are swaying forward and back - rolling keeping a movement of me inside you -- knowing that I am pleased you peek between partially shut eyes and see me just admiring you -- feeling the same feeling course through my body, and I see how you are now beyond me, beyond this bedroom, beyond reality - yes the first wave of your orgasm slowly slips over you and Crashes through your head - there is no better way to describe it then the sense of loss you feel of yourself when a wave of the ocean tosses you about, your body is reacting, it is out of your control - but I know that I am more in control now -- and that it is in my power to make those waves pick you up again and carry you to another orgasm -- I smile for it is the control of this, that I so enjoy, seeing you lose yours, knowing that you are safe with me, no guard needed - that you are just yourself -- being with me - just being. I roll you over -- with care that I do not remove myself form deep within you -- rolling into the next position for us, I detect a bit of a smile from you - perhaps you are happy that I am fully in control now - your Keeper - but perhaps it is from having a lover that is more then a single position man. what ever the reason my strokes vary a little, slow, and faster -- ahhhh -- you caught your breath when I went a little faster -- I find that stroke again, yes -- there it is, I hear your moan escape you -- your breathing - you have to think to breath -- it is not coming naturally -- yes -- this is the speed that you need -- and I feel your legs begin to quiver - as you cum again -- so quickly this time, from the faster strokes that I have in you -- but I do now slow down - as I keep the same pace through that orgasm -- stretching it out -- knowing that if I vary speed at this moment it will end your ride on this wave -- careful like the blonde, blue eyed boy that I am - careful to cut my surfboard over the top of that wave -- riding it as far as I can -- just keeping the weight at the crest - a bit ahead of the wave, having it push the board under me -- riding it through -- your legs quiver uncontrollably -- yes -- full control, but this ride is not over yet. But I feel my need growing in me -- to feel you -- to feel myslef -- to feel me explode in you, I lift your legs up - pushing them together - then slowly dropping your feet onto my chest -- my cock now driving in deeper -- my balls slapping against your ass -- your wetness surrounding me, the smell of you flooding my senses -- you are all I am thinking of. your legs drop a little more and cross almost like how you would cross them to sit Indian style. I once remember reading in the Joy of sex that this is called the Oyster position, not easy to achieve, but the depth and the access that it provides - the restriction of movement that it pins you down into is all deliciously to me. and my strokes are harder now, feeling your cervix with the tip of my cock, I keep stabbing at you. Yes -- I hear that breathing again -- I know that you are filled as much as you can take, and you are about to cum again for me, and as your moans mark the passage of another orgasm for you, I feel every pore in my body open up, if I was a wolf, all my hair would be standing on end, my cum is boiling and must be released, I reach for the bedpost in front of me - and now it is not stroking, or stabbing, it is actually slamming my whole body into you -- I think you are cumming around me, but actually I am in that moment that I myself am out of control -- I am releasing my seed into you, my self into you, I explode, and also join with you in that place of uncontrolled, unconditional, unreprochable love. I flop back, my heart trying to break out of my chest like in the song “Bat out of Hell”, my breathing is that of a track runner when he is done, yes I exerted my whole self into that single act of love, that single act of sex, into that explosion that did not blow us apart - but which fused us together even more. I reposition myself -- looking at you - now wondering if I should tie you up - and have even more fun with you! Kisses -- you like my thoughts of you? John Morning Thoughts * * * * * Click Here to listen. (XX min/mp3) * * * * * I woke up this morning, wet and wanting. I wanted my pussy and ass stretched by your cock. I wanted to feel the hot pulses of your cum inside of me...marking me. I wanted to be plundered and claimed, to be rode hard and put away wet as the saying goes. I wanted to be pounded so hard that I would feel that inner ache the whole day and maybe even into the next that told me I had been used and used well. I wanted all of those things when I woke up this morning. I drifted into awareness slowly, luxuriating in the feel of the warm skin of your chest where it was curled into my back. I was aware of your hair where it pressed into smooth skin and the feel of your weight as you lay half over me. Not enough weight to be unpleasant, just enough that I am hyper aware of your presence as I slowly wake at the beginning of a new day. I feel you stir beside me, your hands coming around me to pull me closer into the frame of your embrace. You pull me against the hardening length of your cock and press your hips forward to announce it's intentions. Your hands begin to wander over my body. You cup my tits and twist my nipples hard enough that I gasp and then moan and I hear and feel the rumble of your laughter through my skin. Your hands slide over the skin of my stomach and hips. I feel you claiming territory through your sliding hands. I am your conquered land and you are my lord. Your head nestles into the crook of my neck where my skin is so very sensitive and I arch into you lips. I feel your smile against that sensitive skin and then I am flying through the air as you flip me over and then slide me under your masculine frame. I look into your face and laugh through the gasp you had stirred through your swift motions. Just that quick I am under your spell again. Looking into that face so beautiful to me because it is the face of my lover. The face of my beloved. Your face bends to suck my breast into your mouth and I feel the sweet nip of pain as your teeth bite down with exquisite pressure. I do not know how you manage to straddle those fences of pain and pleasure with such skill but you do and I am ever in awe of your prowess. The feel of your lips and tongue, the warmth of your mouth and you nibble and suckle and bite and my breast feels so good that it draws another moan from my mouth. A moan of mingled desire and encouragement and you answer my moan by sliding down my body until I feel the hot kiss of your breath at my pussy. You hover there for what feels like an eternity as I whimper at the teasing caress of your hot breath. "Please babe," even to my own ears my words sound broken and pleading as they are gasped from between my lips. My hips want to arch up to meet your mouth but your hands are holding them down and I feel the power in your fingers. Finally I feel the touch of your tongue as you toy with the opening of my pussy. I am suddenly thankful for waxing and the fact that there is nothing separating my skin from the touch of your tongue. I moan longingly as you toy with my clit ring and slowly tongue me and tease me. Your touch too light to ever make me come but pressure enough to ramp up my desire slowly and flood my pussy with wetness as I beg you for a stronger caress. I feel your fingers spread my labia and the flat of your tongue start low and swipe with long flat tongued licks until you finally reach my clit and I feel your pointed tongue swirl around the swollen aching nub and then playfully wander off to lick and nibble at the opening of my sex while I growl in frustration. This makes you chuckle and I buck against your face in an effort to force more pressure onto my sensitive flesh. I know you love it when I grind my pussy into your face and mark you with my scent and I hear you moan against my tissues as I press up and grind and rub my pussy all over your face. I feel as your tongue quickens and strengthens its caresses. You pick up my hips and hold me high and taut and fuck my pussy with your tongue as I try to buck against your hands. Every few moments I feel your tongue slide up and quickly flick at my clit and then go back to fucking my hole with your tongue. You do it again and again and again and I slowly climb a mountain of sensation and feel my body tightening as it grows closer to the edge. Spiralling up with impossible slowness as I keen and pant and then suddenly I hit my peak and I am crying out your name as you feel the flutter of my release against your lips and tongue. You lighten up your touch when you feel me come but you continue to softly lick me clean. You climb up my body and I lift my head to take your lips and taste myself as our tongues tangle slow and sweet and tender. My hands wander down and tangle in the dark hair that covers your chest in crisp curls and then I wander lower and feel the hot, smooth, silky skin of your cock as my hand closes over it and slides down it's length. I push you back into the bed and crawl between your legs and my mouth waters with anticipation as I settle myself between your thighs and rub my hair and face on your legs and groin before I finally begin to cover your cock with soft, sweet, closed mouth kisses all along its length. Sliding soft lips against the even softer skin of your cock. As I work you over with just the skin of my lips I feel you grow even harder, impossibly hard and all the while silky soft. My moan meets yours as finally I open my lips to take you into me and welcome you into the haven of my mouth. My mouth is always wet and willing, and having you inside me, stretching out my lips and pushing down my tongue feels so incredibly right that I moan again and the vibration of that against your cock makes you arch into my mouth to gather that sensation home. I feel your fingers thread through my hair and clutch at my head as you begin to fuck my mouth with short smooth strokes. I focus on relaxing my mouth and lean into your body and just feel the joy that glides over me and covers me like a blanket as I think of being used to bring you pleasure. My pussy wakes again and I moan my pleasure against the length of your cock as you begin to move faster and stroke deeper. You are so gentle yet firm and when I gag as your cock hits the back of my throat you pause to help me adjust to the sensation as I struggle to accommodate your cock. I can feel your cock swelling bigger and I hear your breathing speed up as you approach your release and my hands reach up and cradle your ass and hips. Clinging to them and digging my fingers into your firm flesh as your arousal fuels the flames of my own and makes it rise like a Phoenix and fly again. I want to push my fingers into my aching, weeping pussy but that would distract from the sensation of feeling you come apart in my hands and mouth and so I cling to you instead until I feel that final swell of warning and then taste the hot and bitter taste of your cum. I drink it down and continue to lick and soothe your cock as you soften in my mouth. When you are soft I crawl back up your body and you pull me close again and kiss me and again our tongues tangle and our tastes mesh and I can feel sleep pulling us down again as we enjoy the warmth of each others arms and bodies. I sigh with contentment and cuddle in for a morning nap with my lover. Morning Thoughts Waking in the morning and spending some time thinking about my lovers. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Morning Train As always, the morning train is incredibly crowded. Physical contact with other passengers is unavoidable. Pressing deeper into the car I’m resigned to impersonal touches and to the occasional very personal grope from a chikan (subway groper), getting his Lolita fix. In an effort to be the only one groping me if groping needs doing, Yuki shuffles so closely behind me that the toes of his street shoes are tapping the three-inch rubber soles of my platform Mary-Jane’s. Bishonen, pretty boy, Yuki is beautiful in that uniquely androgynous way of pretty Asian men, and has been groped more than once himself…an occurrence which never fails to amuse him. Countless apologies and three glancing gropes later we manage to make a “Yu” shaped spot near the middle of the car. Yuki is tall and grabs the overhead rail, slouching in such a way as to subtly fit his lanky frame into the curve of my body. We don’t speak. I love riding this way. So does Yuki. The vibrations of the train and the sway and the press of people snug him tighter and tighter into my bottom, giving both of us sweet, if frustrating, little sizzles of pleasure at every mismatched piece of track. At every whining stop, our car will regurgitates commuters onto crowded platforms and new passengers are shoved into the over-crowded confines of the car, forcing us closer still. Porters, neatly uniformed, complete with nifty little hats, polite and ruthless, work the rush hour platforms using any means necessary, short of a shoehorn, to wedge more commuters onto the trains. Today is just like a hundred other days. Masses of bodies, mostly salarymen, dark suited and cinched up neatly in narrow ties that look identical to my casual glance. The inside of the car smells of the urban human animal - sweat, deodorant, cigarettes, ginger, hairspray, cologne, starch… I can smell the berry scent from my new strawberry flavored MAC lip-gloss and a million other sweet-sour smells I can’t name. I’m butt to crotch with Yuki and loving every minute bump and every deep breath taken by another passenger that forces us closer. I clutch my ‘Fruits Basket’ book-bag to my chest and hold it so that the buckle closures rub my nipples. I don’t even bother to hold onto the overhead handles. Instead, I arch my back, relax my legs and settle against the front of Yuki’s black uniform pants, his cock nestled in the cleft of my bottom. Every jostle, every sway of the train, and god, the pleasure that tingles through my tummy makes me press my knees together and hug ‘Fruits’ a little tighter to my chest. A Salaryman is facing me, but I don’t look at him. I know this because I’m staring at the ends of his shiny black loafers, only inches from the rounded toes of my own shoes. I close my eyes when a particularly rough stretch of track vibrates and shimmies Yuki that much closer to sodomizing me while we’re both still fully clothed. Heat suffuses my face, my neck, my chest, my pussy. My skin shrinks and I’m aware of nothing so much as the drumming of my heart in my ears and the feel of Yuki behind me, trying to press himself inside me. My eyes remain closed. I’m silent, throbbing, riding on a river of lust named Kimura Yuki. We are about ten minutes into our 26 minute journey when Yuki whispers my ear, his voice no more than a breath of sound, “That man is watching you…he knows what we’re doing.” I start, pulled from foggy pleasure in a fantasy where Yuki and I are the only ones on the train and he is leaning on a support pole, with his cock buried in my rear while we simply stand and ride out every hitch and bump on our twenty-six minute commute… Momentarily disoriented and caught doing something naughty in a society that frowns on merely holding hands in public, my heart stutters – a lifetime of learned politeness and societal expectations are warring with a teenager’s rebellious streak and my craving for Yuki. Hot with lust and embarrassment, I bow my head further and try to ease away. Yuki stops me with firm hands on my hipbones, “No, stay where you are, baby.” I remain rigid against him but don’t try to fight Yuki’s hold. I’m afraid now of drawing more attention. “Don’t you know he’s wishing, imagining, that he’s the one behind you.” Yuki whispers in that deep hoarse voice that has so much power over my body…my soul. “He’s picturing your ass notched on his cock like you are on mine.” Yuki’s voice goes all rough like it does when I’m sucking him, “He’s imagining how hot and squishy your sweet pussy will be when he picks you up and slides you down his prick like some sort of Lolita fuck doll.” “Stop it.” I whisper. I can hear the shame, and the sex, in my voice. Yuki hears it too and knows I’m turned on by his nasty words. Slowly, dreading, embarrassed, aroused, I raise my head enough to peep at the watching man through heavy lashes. He is tall. Taller than Yuki and he is wearing glasses with horn-rimmed frames. I see short thick hair, spiked bangs and a suit that fits him to the nth degree. His face is very fierce, very Japanese and right now there is enough space between his black leather briefcase and the front of my uniform that he can see Yuki’s fingers curled into my hips. I feel Yuki’s hands flex and tighten, kneading my hipbones. Then he levers me more snugly against him. My lips part on a stifled gasp and involuntarily my back arches in an effort to accommodate the further press of Yuki’s meaty erection into the cleft of my ass. My eyes close in a heavy slow blink of arousal and when I open them again, our watcher has a flush across the high cheekbones of his brown face. Maybe he really is imagining that it is his cloth covered cock, instead of Yuki’s, pushing the bunched up fabric of my skirt between the widening cheeks of my bottom. And dirty girl that I am, I like both the idea of the stranger wanting me and the feeling of my ass cheeks being forced apart by Yuki. Yuki laughs softly against my neck. His nose nudges a stubby pigtail. The ends of the bright yellow ribbon securing it, tickle my neck like the touch of his lips. I shiver and my nipples, already little pebbles, itch and tingle. I hug my bag in tiny little rhythmic pulses, self-stimulating my braless breasts against the heavy weight of my Physics book. I almost moan out loud when the train grates over rough track, vibrating me against the hard-on now pressing fully into my ass. I want to tell him to stop playing, but I know I don’t ever want him to stop. The pleasure is too heady. The lust is too powerful. So instead of telling Yuki to stop talking dirty and dry humping the tender crack of my ass on a public train, I watch the man with the glasses and the handsome, flushed face and I try not to visibly respond to the feel of Yuki’s hand now on the back of my thighs, under my skirt. Our bodies fit so tightly that I can still feel all of him and I know that he must be pressing against his own cock in the process of touching me. I shiver. “Umm, your thighs are so soft.” Long, nimble fingers dance across the sensitive skin. “You know what I would like to do, Yui?” Yuki drags his nails up my thigh, hard, and I know without looking that he has left marks. The callused pads of his fingers flirt with the elastic edging the leg of my underpants. “I would like to lift up your skirt and finger fuck you right here in front of all these people…” His hand stills. “Will you let me do that, Yui? Will you let me show them all what a sweet hot little pussy you have?” My breathing stutters and hitches. Hot and wanting, breathless, needing Yuki like I need air, I make solid eye-contact with Mr. Glasses…contact that sticks. He doesn’t look away and neither do I. My cheeks are warm with a sex-flush and I know I must look like the personification of a debauched school girl in an anime porn movie. I’m a living, breathing “Creamy Yui”. I exhale a gusting rush of warm moist air and inhibitions. My glossy lips form a shiny strawberry flavored “O” as my sex clenches and twists in sharp creamy jerks. Mr. Glasses’ lips part slightly. A dark pink tongue licks his lips and I wonder if he’s imagining what it would be like to lick the gloss off my mouth. Yuki’s breathless, aroused laughter is a silent damp furnace gust against my neck. His breath smells like mint toothpaste and wends its way inside the neck of my shirt, ghosts across the fragile contours of my collarbone and though it is impossible, I swear I feel it drifting through my clenching womb. “Ohh…Yuki…” Just a mouthing of words, a breath of need more than anything else, but Yuki hears me and silently laughs again, and I can hear the aroused triumph riding him. “Oh, Yui-baby, you’re going to let me do it, aren’t you? You’re gonna let me stick my fingers your juicy little peach, right here, aren’t you, baby?” His whisper is tight and excited. Though I know I should, I don’t tell Yuki no. I don’t move away. Instead, I concentrate on two suddenly impossible tasks – keeping still and breathing. “Just keep watching him want you and I’ll take care of everything else.” The train lurches, sways and as a collective body all the passengers, save Yuki, I and the man with the glasses, tolerate the resulting the touch of strangers with the oblivious stoicism of good commuters. For the three of us, any touch is now electric. “What color are your panties?” Yuki asks right before he reaches them. When I don’t answer immediately, because all the air has left my lungs, his fingers strum the crease of my bottom through the warm panty fabric. He’s strumming my ass and his cock at the same time. That realization and anticipation make the plump lips of my pussy swell and press still more tightly against wet cotton. I watch the man with the glasses and though I’m sure it’s impossible, when his nostrils flare, I’m convinced he can smell the sex-musk radiating off Yuki and I. Yuki’s question, coupled with the fact that my panties are already coated with mine and Yuki’s spunk from our earlier fun fuck in the laundry room…ohh… And now, the thought that this man in front of me can smell me, smell my creamy puss, takes me to that anything-goes-level of lust that makes good girls do nasty things in front of strangers. I hump Yuki’s hand with a quick little twist, pressing it tighter against us both. This time it’s his breath that leaves in a heated rush. “Yellow. My panties are yellow.” I whisper almost soundlessly, head angled back toward Yuki, but not breaking eye-contact with the stranger, wishing he could read my lips and I could share all our nasty little forbidden fuck secrets with him, “and they’re already wet from when you came inside me this morning.” “Oh god.” Yuki moans, head down, forgetting our audience for an instant, wet moist breath and maybe his tongue against my ear. Yuki moves his hand again and I feel a brush of movement low between my legs. The swollen lips of my pussy, open, pulsing, pushing against thin yellow cotton are weeping creamy tears in want of his touch. At last, after a million years or only seconds, I feel him, warm and strong against my needy flesh. The rush of desire is so intense that I bite my lower lip until it hurts. Yuki presses hard against my soft mound with four fingers. Palming me, he slides his thumb into the crack of my ass and presses up high, against both his cock and my little chocolate star. Mr. Glasses shifts inside his space, breathing through his mouth, and I suddenly wonder what he would do if leaned forward and licked his lips. What would he taste like? He stares, never taking his eyes off mine. I pant and try to act like I’m not panting while Yuki thumbs my asshole and taps my clit through gummy cotton. I hear a chime and then a robotically efficient feminine voice over the loudspeakers announces the next station, our stop. There is a collective shifting, a gathering of sorts among the passengers and Yuki uses the shift of bodies to ease beneath the elastic leg-band of my panties and stirs his fingers into and around my pussy. I stand very still, straddling his hand, panting softly. Round and round my pearl his middle finger glides eased by creamy lubrication that is a combination of my arousal and his own slippery spend from earlier in the morning. Yuki’s pinky and ring finger ease into my tiny sweet slit. The initial pressure inside my tight channel and against my clit forces me up on my toes and then I sink slowly the back down, mounted now, on his fingers. Yuki takes over from there – shoving his fingers up inside me and tugging them back out while he screws my pussy with a savage sort of tenderness. My eyes close and when I open them Mr. Glasses is staring at the apex of my thighs, red faced and breathing hard. It’s almost as if he can see exactly how expertly Yuki is fucking my tender hole. I look down my narrow body, past my book bag, behind which eraser shaped nipples want, and I notice for the first time that Yuki’s left hand is holding a twisted fistful of my navy blue uniform skirt. He is holding it so that the crotch of my bright yellow panties is visible to the stranger. The crotch is a darker yellow, wet from my dew…Yuki’s hand is trailing out of the right side…pushing the sodden cotton aside enough so that one slick little pussy lip, displaced by Yuki’s fingers, shows nearly to the “V” notch above my clit. The stranger is watching Yuki fuck me, his eyes riveted on the exposed skin and the writhing yellow crotch of my panties which undulates with each lewd thrust of Yuki’s fingers. Seeing myself like that - navy skirt raised to show long legs, knee socks and smooth thighs… My girly yellow panties, have the word “Angel” on the front spelled out in little white clouds, and are full of Yuki’s fucking brown fingers… And a perfect stranger is watching, how with every slippery thrust, the little pink puss lip that’s exposed bulges slightly, making room inside me for Yuki. Feeling both nasty and sexy, I lean slowly toward our stranger. He leans toward me. His face is close enough that I see a tiny chicken pox scar over his right eyebrow. I feel his body heat and I smell cinnamon and cigarettes. Mere centimeters are between us when I breathe, “I’m coming.” And I do. My toes curl, my nipples itch and tingle and that knot in my belly tightens until it snaps and every muscle in my body releases in a scalding rush that coats Yuki’s hand. I continue ride Yuki’s fingers with tiny thrust as my pussy pulses, deep strong pulls, trying in vain to milk nonexistent semen out of Yuki’s fingers and into my womb. Yuki stands perfectly still, letting me ride out my climax, his fingers in me as deep as he can force them. His chest moves with each laboring breath, his cock twitches like mad against my ass. The man with the glasses is pressing his briefcase against his front with pressure that has to be painful. He watches Yuki’s now still hand in my panties and how my pussy is pulsing around the fingers of that hand. My legs are trembling. The train is slowing for our stop and Yuki eases his fingers out of my still clutching sheath. I sigh long and drawn out, loving the glide of his fingers on my warm satiny folds. I don’t protest when he pushes the crotch of my panties aside as far as the elastic allows, showing the stranger the naked dewy wet folds of my pussy. I lean against Yuki, revealing in the heat of his body and in a slutty, sated feeling. Yuki uses his index finger to rim my swollen, creamy, bright pink cunny while Mr. Glasses to watches. The train brakes and once more there is that collective gathering as people prepare to disembark and the remaining through passengers jockey for the premium positions near doors and on benches. Yuki releases the leg of my panties after a final deep finger thrust and then drops my skirt. The stranger continues to stare at the spot between my legs for one beat, then two, before finally looking up at our faces. His eyes landed on me, and then swing to Yuki. He takes one deep open-mouthed breath, clutches his case in a white-knuckled grip, closes his eyes and shakes like an old man. I look at Yuki and he’s sucking the taste of us off his fingers. “I love to taste myself in you.” He whispers and I pulse hard, wanting him. We stare at each other and I know, as I look into much loved black eyes, that we’re not going to make it to school without finding someplace to finish what we’ve started. I know I’m going to lift my skirt and pull my panties down around my knees, bend over and take his meaty cock inside me. I’ll spread my legs. I’ll spread my ass. I’ll open my mouth and swallow his cum. Whatever he wants I will give it to him until his balls tighten and he fills me up with his spunk. Yuki bends stiffly; his hard cock presses tightly against his fly, and gathers his book bag from the floor at his feet. His fingers encircle my wrist to keep me with him as bodies ebb and flow around us. The fingers are still slightly damp from my pussy and where he cleaned them in his mouth. I find that dampness, and the forbidden secrets it represents, incredibly erotic. We move through the open double doors of the car, riding the exiting tide of people, to emerge on the industrial worker-bee bustle of the platform. Yuki moves quickly, pulling me along in his wake like a child. I don’t mind. We are almost to the steps leading to street level when pedestrian traffic bottlenecks and slows to a halt. I’m thinking about how much I want to suck Yuki’s cock and trying to figure out how to make it happen. I don’t know what Yuki is thinking, but judging from his sustained erection and hot eyes, it is something along those lines. Foot traffic jostles slowly up the stairs and I’m teasing Yuki’s cock under the cover of his messenger bag, my actions not noticeable between the bag and the press of bodies. I close my eyes, hand stroking the warm cotton over Yuki’s hard cock, and I smell a hundred different scents, from hot electrical wiring to perfume, to sweat to starch, and beneath it all I swear I can smell the spice of Yuki’s sex. We are stepping into bright morning sunlight when we hear a voice behind us say, “Excuse me. I’m sorry. Excuse me…” Yuki and I turn to see the stranger, still handsome in the sunlight, horn rimmed glasses glinting, briefcase held tightly at waist level. I’m shocked that he is speaking to us as politeness dictates that we pretend nothing happened. Or perhaps seeing a girl’s pussy finger-fucked on the subway negates such societal niceties… He smiles sheepishly, looks at nothing over Yuki’s left shoulder and shifts uncomfortably, obviously embarrassed. “Do you…” He begins, stops, and starts again. “Do you…Would you come with me…someplace private?” He asks in a rush. “I only want to watch…you don’t have to…me…I won’t touch…I’m sorry…” His voice fades as his discomfort rises. Looking anywhere but at us, he laughs a short miserable laugh while Yuki and I just stare at him. I’m trying to decide how I feel about being propositioned by a voyeuristic Saleryman when he blurts, “I thought when you first got on the train that you were siblings, not lovers.” He rushes on in explanation, “You favor…your eyes…a little around the eyes…and mouth…the shape of your mouths…just a bit that’s why…I’m sorry…I’m very sorry I should not have said that…” Yuki and I look at each other. Mr. Glasses, Yuki and I are standing close, facing each other, forming a little triangular world. Yuki leans close to the stranger and whispers, “Her pussy is the sweetest tightest thing I’ve ever seen, eaten or fucked.” Mr. Glasses is breathing in quick little jerks, his eyes focused between my legs. Yuki isn’t finished. “She likes for me to fuck her pussy…” He moves closer, “Her mouth…” Closer still, “Her ass…” Morning Train Ride I boarded the morning train to the city. It was just past peak commute hours but all the seats were still full and I veered left toward the end of the aisle, turned to face the door, and grabbed a hand loop from the ceiling to steady myself during the ride. As I looked around me I could see the length of the car with the expected crowd of commuters in business attire trying to catch a little more sleep or read the newspaper. It was quiet except for the clatter of the train. Behind me there were two conservatively dressed women, I would say they were in their 30's, listening to their music players and looking down at the floor or nowhere in particular. A women's voice from the ceiling warned passengers to stay clear of the doors. The doors closed and the train lurched off to its next station. As we pulled into the station I could see a fairly large crowd on the platform. The doors opened and people poured in quietly filling the remaining space in the car. And then, breaking the muffled sounds of the commute crowd, in came four stunning beauties dressed to the tee talking loudly and giggling. The girls turned into my aisle and took up a position in front of me. They pushed up close as the final passengers crowded into the car. They were all Latina girls, young, curvy, and voluptuous. One was a stand out beauty. She was tall with a long torso, tiny waist, and wide hips squeezed into some low riding jeans. The jewelry hanging from her pierced navel gleamed. Her black hair brushed her shoulders and framed a gorgeous face and smile. What really caught my eye though was that she was bra-less in a white button down blouse and her breasts were bouncing and jiggling as she made her way toward me. You see, I have a thing for large floppy breasts. I love to see women walking out on the street with their soft large mounds shaking under their sweaters or clingy knit tops as if they had a life of their own. These, so close to me, were just the ticket and quite a wake up call in the morning. They were just magnificent. The other three girls were pretty cute as well sporting plenty of cleavage, bare midriffs and short skirts covering their ample asses. While the rest of us were off to work they were ready for some fun on what promised to be a warm sunny day in the city. The train doors closed and we were off. Now I'm one of those guys that are horny in the morning. I'm horny just about any time but morning is a sure thing. I'll wake up with a hard on more often than not. These girls were getting a rise out of me right off. One of the girls was directly in front of me with her back to me. The tall beauty was a little to her left. The others completed a tight circle. They were talking to each other in Spanish. They laughed and giggled but the other commuters were in their own little worlds and just ignored them. In fact this end of the car seemed to be mostly women and no one, except me, even looked their way. The girl in front of me was a little shorter than me and over her left shoulder I had a good view of the taller girl in the white blouse. The thing was, not only did she have a great set of tits but her top three buttons were unbuttoned and I had a great view of her left breast as her blouse puckered open. She was oblivious of how exposed she was or maybe not. She must have chosen the outfit for effect. As the train accelerated I could already feel my dick stiffening. I reveled in the sight of the curve of her soft sagging breast and the occasional glimpse of her nipple. Oh how I would have loved to just reach out, wrap my hand around it and softly squeeze it. But . . . I was here on the train. I could feel my dick growing and straining in my boxers. I would have done a quick readjustment to make myself more comfortable down there but both of my hands were occupied, the right holding the ceiling strap and the other my briefcase. It's a good thing I was shielded by the girl's bodies because the bulge in my pants must have been pretty obvious. And then it happened. The train lurched and the girl in front of me leaned back into me pressing her ass into my stiff dick. It actually hurt a bit as she pressed against me. It lasted for a long moment and there was nothing I could do. She must have felt it sticking into her big ass. I think I detected just a little bit of reaction from her but she didn't look around or say anything. She continued gabbing with her friends. Then I felt her move back toward me again. This time it wasn't the train. She was just gently pushing her round soft butt into me. Pushing and staying there. She was being quite deliberate about it but no one else could really see anything. She must have been wearing a thong under her short breezy skirt because what I felt left no doubt about the curves and softness of her cheeks. My dick was now rock hard but still straining and pointed in an uncomfortable position. I needed to adjust it. So I moved in against her, a little up and then down, finally my dick shifted to an upward position and into the crack of her ass. The feeling on the underside of my dick was electric. It was a good thing I was holding onto the ceiling strap as my knees went a little weak. She felt what was happening behind her and started to slowly move her ass up and down. My dick was being caressed by her soft ass cheeks. This went on without anyone around me, including her friends, noticing anything. And while all of this was happening I still had my eye on her tall friend's soft saggy breast. Each jiggle of that tit was heaven sent along with the soft ass pressed into me. This was turning into an unforgettable morning commute. The train pulled into another station and few more people boarded the crowded train. As the doors closed I felt her left hand reach back and wrap around the bulge of my cock or at least as much as she could through my pants. She whispered something in Spanish to her friends and a few glances and giggles let me know that they were all in on what was going on. Her hand moved up and down in deliberate strokes. She sized me up from my balls to my dick head. It felt so good through the thin fabric of my pants. As much as possible, without arousing too much attention, I tried to match the rhythm of her stroke. I was now getting furtive glances from the other girls as they talked. The girl with the big breasts saw me looking into her blouse. Our eyes met and then I looked down at her tits again as I was being jerked off. She did what she could to give me an even better view. I could see all the way down to the curve of the lower bulge of her breast and her hard nipple that pointed slightly up. She moved her left arm forward and pushed it up a little then let it drop and jiggle. I was in ecstasy. Then the girl in front of me turned and looked up at me. With her right hand she started stroking me harder and faster. I looked into her eyes but quickly looked down into her ample cleavage. Oh what a great titty fuck she would be! I bit my lower lip and beads of sweat were beginning to break out on my forehead. I could feel a surge coming and then my cock twitched and pumped as an orgasm spread through me. She could feel the pumping of my cock as I came. She smiled, reached a little lower and gave a little squeeze to my balls. She turned back to her friends and the girls laughed out loud to each other. Fortunately I had already cum this morning. As I said, I always wake up with a hard on. My wife knows this. However she is a late sleeper and isn't usually up for sex in the morning but she will occasionally oblige my erection with a hand job. This morning she must have felt me moving under the covers as I stroked myself. She was half asleep as she reached over to my hard cock. I moved my hand away as I felt hers replace mine. She gently wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked up and down the length of it. I reached over to the night stand and grabbed a bottle of lube. Her hand now glided smoothly over the veins of my hard cock. She slowly pumped up and down my shaft with just the right amount of pressure. Even half asleep she knew to pay special attention to the spot just under the tip the head of my dick. I could feel the pressure rising and I bucked my hips up as I released a large load of sticky warm cum all over myself. I groaned with relief. She wiped her hand on my thigh, turned over and went back to sleep. I got up to take a shower and get ready for work. I was weak from this second orgasm of the morning. Because I had cum just a couple of hours earlier this wasn't the fashion disaster it could have been if I had released a full load. However, it was still warm and wet in my boxers. I would just have to deal with it in the washroom of my station stop. At the next train stop the girls got off laughing and looking over their shoulders at me. A seat opened up to my left and I sat down and put my briefcase on my lap to cover any possible wet spots. I closed my eyes and wiped my forehead thinking about what had just happened. My boring commute had been transformed. As I opened my eyes I saw that woman next to me leaning a little to the side and back against the window. She was an attractive 30-something. She was a fellow commuter and I had seen her before. I could also see her right hand slipped under the lapel of her pant suit jacket. Her index finger was circling the nipple of her left breast through the white fabric. Then her whole hand opened up and squeezed her breast. I turned and looked straight ahead but out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring at me and I could see the movement of her hand. At the next stop I got up and exited. After stepping on the platform I turned and could see her still staring at me with her hand still in her blazer. Her eyes follow me as she and the train departed for the next station. Morning Train Mr. Glasses stares at my mouth while Yuki moves in until his beautiful lips are almost touching the stranger’s ear and whispers, “And you’re right, she is my sister.” We walk away smiling. By the time we have taken no more than ten steps we are running full out, laughing. We are only two blocks from school and this early we can find an empty practice room in the music department, but we only have 35 minutes before First Bell… Morning Training Routine For three months now she started every day the same way, as Master had trained her, and continued to do. She would softly, lightly, remove the bed covers, and slide between his legs to moisten his hard cock with her saliva. With her back to him, she would kneel over his cock and slide her ass all the way down onto it, and wait for him to wake. She suspected that he was generally awake, but she had on occasion sat as such for twenty minutes before he would make his move. When he did wake, he would sit up, pushing his cock deeper into her, and wrapping his arms about her, tease her ever prominent nipples; pinching and pulling them, causing her to squirm on his cock. Never touching her pussy, he would release his urine into her; then prompt her speed, and the depth of his cock, by lifting and lowering her by her nipples; and she would ride his cock until he released his seed into her ass. Into the bathroom he would watch as she sat on the toilet and masturbated for him. As she reached orgasm; very quickly as she was already aroused; she would also release his urine and seed from her bowels. She would then kneel on her hands and knees on the floor; quietly waiting for her enema. He would fill the bag; she was up to two quarts now, and proud of it; and insert the tip into her, slowly allowing the bag to empty, and her bowels to fill. She would then stand and with one hand rub her protruding belly, and with her other hand play with her pussy. He would shave himself, and watch her out of the corner of his eye, lest either hand stop moving. She could hold it in for just as long as it took him to shave, and he would hug her as she sat and expelled. He would help her into the shower and wash her and gently shave her pussy; teasing her as often as possible; sucking and pinching her protruding nipples, and pushing and pulling his fingers into and out of her ass and pussy. She would then wash him, and kneeling quite still, he would hold her head and mouth fuck her, releasing his cum onto her breasts, rubbing it in with his cock. Out of the shower; still wet; she would lean forward at the counter, with her legs spread wide, and her hands holding open her ass for Masters' inspection. He would poke and probe, first with his fingers, then with the lubricated plug she would eventually be filled with. Finally, the plug inserted, he would strap it in place. She was still in awe that she could accept one so large.   Every couple of weeks Master would increase the size of the plug, and she often wondered where it would stop! When he first started her daily routine he had told her this would happen. That he wanted her anal hole to be distended; prominent and available to his whims. By now she knew one of his whims was offering her ass to friends and strangers alike. He enjoyed watching as they used her ass as a urinal, and fucked it releasing there seed into her. He especially liked when many men did this to her all in a row, or even the same few men one after the other, and then again. They frequently had male dinner guests who were allowed to use her, and often she was the hostess' gift at others homes. Still in the bathroom, her pussy would already be wet, and would only become more so before they were done with their morning routine. She would rise from the counter, and slowly close her legs, feeling the fullness; proud she could do this for Master. After just one month of what Master referred to as 'nipple training,' her nipples were permanently erect, and Master frequently used them to 'guide' her, or get her absolute undivided attention! What a month that had been, and she was so glad when Master informed her that her nipples were; finally; just as he liked. He touched them in every way possible every chance he had; knowing they were a direct link to her pussy. At the start he would tease them to rise; licking and sucking and even nibbling; then clamp them. Day by day he clamped them tighter. And as the days passed he began adding weights, and more weights! It had been both painful and exciting, and even she had to admit the final result was arousing. Now she would put on a bra; one cup size to small so that her nipples would feel the tension and she would be constantly aroused. She would then put on matching panties. This was her attire for the day. Unless they went out. Then she would don a tight t-shirt, clearly showing her very erect nipples; a short skirt, barely covering her ass, and 3" heels. Frequently they would return home with her ass full of cum; and her pussy yearning to be fucked. Before Master left for work she would kneel and lovingly, eagerly, suck his cock until he spewed deep in her throat. She never failed to swallow it all. She was to remain attired as such until Master returned home, and if anyone came to the door she was to answer as was. Master had on occasion sent strange men to the house to be sure she was following his orders. These men told her they had explicit instructions not to touch her, and that she was not to touch them, but they always lingered and ogled, making her feel very self conscious. Sometimes they would take their cocks out and spew right there on the kitchen floor! It made her feel so dirty, but when Master returned in the evening and she saw the look of pride on his face; well, she didn't feel dirty at all! As a matter of fact, she could hardly wait for her orgasm training to begin! Morning Twillight It's very late at night, and I'm standing in front of the floor length bedroom windows, looking out at the trees silhouetted against the snow. As I slowly remove my blouse, the chilly air emanating from the window caresses my uncovered breasts. The cool air licks at my nipples and they become hard points. I step closer and tentatively touch my nipples to the cold windowpane. I gently sway from side to side drawing my nipples across the cold glass and the motion causes them to elongate and grow harder still. I stand still savoring the sensation of my cold hard nipples and soft warm breasts. A flush of warmth spreads over the rest of my body and I turn to the bed. I slip beneath the down comforter and pull it down to my waist, continuing to expose my breasts to the cool, clinging air. I run my hands over my breasts, squeezing them. I stretch my limbs out from my torso to the four corners of the bed. And I wait for you. Moving my hands up the sides of my breasts I squeeze them together with my nipples touching and hold them together, rubbing each nipple with a finger tip until they are both very hard. I drop them abruptly and I feel the weight as they fall. I run my hands from my breasts across my abdomen several times as I sensitize my skin to your touch. I reach between my open legs and touch myself, seeking my very wet center. I dip my fingers inside and bring the moisture up to my breasts and rub it on each nipple. Again, I press my nipples together and bring first one, and then the other toward my mouth. I lick the already evaporating moisture from my nipples. My mouth is dripping and I bring each breast to my mouth sucking in as much as I possibly can. The muscles in my abdomen are beginning to involuntarily tighten and release. I bring my heels up close to my body spread my legs. I glance up and see you at the foot of the bed, facing me, naked and hard. My breathing begins to quicken and deepen. I beckon you to me and you crawl up between my legs and stop when your cock is at the center of my wetness. You lean in and the tip just touches the opening to my now gaping and flowing vagina. You wet the tip of your cock with my juice and slide up and down my lips, teasing me. My hips begin to rock toward you, I arch my back and change the tilt of my hips preparing for your entry. Your arms are outstretched beside me, holding your upper body away from me. I reach up and run my fingers through the hair on your chest and stop when I reach your nipples. With my palms against your nipples I softly rub until I feel them grow hard. I pinch them and try to lean up toward you to suck one into my mouth. But you begin to lower your body to mine. I spread my legs even further and quiver when I feel you at my entrance. You slide slowly inside of me. I am moaning as you fill me up. You stop when fully inside as I expand to accommodate you. I am so ready. I squeeze you with my vaginal muscles to hold you there and maintain that exquisite feeling. Suddenly you thrust your hips forward and drive in deeply. You pull out and slam back into me. I cry out each time you pound into me forcing the air from my lungs. Oh god, I love this. I love you like this. And then you stop. I look at you incredulously as you lean in to me and whisper, "come with me." You slip out of me and the emptiness is almost painful. You stand beside the bed and offer your hand to help me up. As I rise beside you, your cock is glistening with both our juices. I cannot resist sucking you and you quiver, putting your hands on my head to stop me. "Not yet," you whisper and draw me from my knees and pull me to you. Your hard, hot, wet cock is pressed between us. I look at you quizzically and you nod toward the floor length windows. Morning twilight is just beginning and I can see a faint light in the sky. "Come with me," you say again and lead me to the windows. You spin me around so I am facing the windows and pull me next to your body, your hot cock pressing into the small of my back. You run your hands slowly up and down the front of my body, rubbing each breast, squeezing and pulling each nipple. I am electrified and lubrication is pouring out of me and down my legs. You lower one hand and slide two fingers into me and your palm is rubbing my clit. You take three strokes in and out of me and I begin to twitch with a series of small orgasms. I am writhing and rubbing against your cock and I turn around to face you and mount your thigh. I grab your shoulders and slide up and down your thigh masturbating myself to a longer, deeper orgasm. You seem surprised and pleased that I am nearly out of control with desire for you. I'm so dizzy I stop for a moment and put my forehead on your chest. I am breathing heavily through my mouth trying to regain some composure. I open my eyes and see your nipple. I take it into my mouth and suck and bite you as hard as I can until you cry out. You pry me from your nipple, wrap your arms around me and drop to the floor in front of the windows. You roughly part my legs with your thigh and jam three fingers inside of me and fuck me hard this way for several minutes. I am writhing and bucking back at you until I am about to come again. "I want your cock inside of me," I'm screaming. Your beautiful cock is hard as steel and you accommodate my wish by driving it into me to the hilt, sliding me across the rug until my head hits the wall. You begin to pound into me fast and hard as I explode again and again. I grab your shoulders and dig in my nails, piercing your skin as I roughly pull you into me with each thrust. Finally you choose to come. This is what I've been waiting for. I watch you let go and cry out my name as you launch yourself into me, pounding and quivering and gasping for air. I feel your release and your boiling semen gushes inside me. From deep inside my abdomen a tightening begins and grows until I am shaking uncontrollably and sobbing. And then we are still. We are both sweating from the exertion and slide our limbs over each other to get even closer together. I touch your face and lean up to kiss your closed eyelids. I lick the wet salty skin on your shoulder and suck your skin into my mouth running my tongue slowly back and forth. A small moan comes from your throat and you shift your position so your not so soft cock is against my nether lips. I open my legs to invite you inside as I lift and tilt my hips. I feel new lubricating fluid gathering inside me as I feel your cock begin to stiffen. I am gently thrusting my hips toward you as I entreat you to fuck me again.