0 comments/ 72645 views/ 2 favorites Wake Up! By: sack_lunches She had awakened way too horny to get back to sleep. Her thoughts were always random at such a dark hour, but they often strayed between her handful of lovers of the years and the ones she hadn't had, the ones whose cocks she only imagined while she masturbated in the lonely hours. She writhed in the bed while her fingers traced fiery trails over her body. She stroked her neck, but she couldn't bring herself to squeeze the way she wanted it to happen, though she experimented by herself a little when she was this hot. A bag over her head, maybe? She'd heard of such things, but she dismissed them with the thought that, god, what if she died and her mom read the report about how she was found? The thought made her giggle a little in its absurdity, but her breath caught quickly, back to business, as she found an already-erect nipple and nearly tore it off... She didn't move immediately to her pussy, but she was certainly aware of it. She knew it was wet and flowing already, the way it was when she knew she was going to get fucked hard, like she loved it, and she started contemplating moving to get a toy from the drawer, dismissed the idea, and continued to stroke her skin, feeling the heat of the room and the tingling of every nerve ending. What she didn't notice was the man standing just a few feet from her bed, interrupted in whatever he'd been doing when he'd made the small noise that had awakened her, suddenly no longer interested in petty larceny. The show was about to begin. She rarely opened her eyes at these times; the fantasy world sucked her in, and she felt dirty. She was a nasty slut, and she knew it. While she'd been pushed to the limits of her depravity a few times (not that she wouldn't have liked to have been pushed a little further), it hadn't been very often. A lot of the stuff that she would have liked as a regular diet only went down (as it were) here, alone, where others couldn't see her blush or feel the violent waves of her loud and convulsive orgasms. She guessed immediately that she wouldn't get back to sleep for a little while. She raised her hips to meet the thrusts of the two fingers she intended to plunge deeply into her sopping-wet pussy, the thoughts of what she wanted spinning through her head, and she felt her hips pop with the sudden action. She was so wet, she only barely felt the lips part past the hungry cock that she imagined fucking her, but between the other fingers working on her clit and the depth to which she started fucking herself immediately, it didn't much matter that she'd missed the tingle of entry. She liked it when her man, the one she was fucking now, took her hard and fast, made it last, stretching her out and making her sore for days afterward, pretty much when he knocked the bottom out of what she knew was a very tight pussy for his thick cock. She wasn't getting that sensation now, but she did wonder how challenging it might be to fist herself. Between the rubbing and the pounding (god, she was really horny this morning!), she got herself off to a great start in under a minute. She thought she might pull something in her lower back when she came, as hard as she was bucking, but she survived, and the waves flooded over her, helping her to lose her last little inhibitions amid the din of her cries and taunts to an imaginary lover: fuck me, you bastard; pound my tight pussy; fuck me harder; yeah, now fuck my mouth. The last little cry, heard not by her alone, by the way, was something she'd been working with on her own lately. While her lover would fuck her mouth, and with great zeal, she didn't get it enough, since he would tend to lose himself in her pussy. She lifted her fingers to her mouth now, most of her hand slick and aromatic from her juices, and slid two heavily-coated fingers into her mouth. She sucked at them, thinking of her lover's cock, covered with her own come, drilling her mouth while her other set of fingers danced around her swollen clit. She gobbled and gobbled, dreaming of his sack against her chin, bringing herself to another throbbing orgasm in just minutes. Two sets of slick fingers traced lines of come and saliva over her body now, and she reveled in the feelings inside her, on her skin, the slow ache of receding orgasms and the soft heat of her afterglow. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" The whisper, harsh and deep, shocked her from her luxury. "Shh!" The reply was insistent and impatient, and it wasn't far away. She sat up instantly, struggling to make her eyes work in the darkness, and she was immediately met with a hard slap across the face that sent her reeling back down to the mattress. Two metallic clicks and a painful impact on her wrist told her that one hand had been cuffed to the rail of her headboard, and she knew more was to follow. She turned, determined to do more than be a victim, and she swung out hard with a closed fist. The crack of contact and the yell of pain told her that she'd struck a blow for unaccompanied sex, but she didn't think it would last. Another strike to her face, harder, this one making her eyes tear and bringing blood to her lip, made her sprawl again, and the other click happened, and she was a prisoner. She kicked her feet a little, but the man (she could see him now, dark and menacing above her bed) just stood there and watched her. Then, he spoke: "I didn't come here for you, but you certainly seemed like you could use something I have to give. I don't mind if you struggle. Just tell me later if you liked it." With that, he slapped her across the face again and she whimpered a little. Truth be told, as much as she was frightened and angry, she was also about as curious as she had ever been. As she watched him unbuckle his belt in almost no light, her breath caught, and she determined that, under the circumstances, she was going to make the most of this. Another figure appeared in the doorway, tentatively, and this one was much shorter and slighter than the first. The man wore a stocking over his face, like the first, and he slid into the room, leaned against the wall, and watched. There was something familiar about them both, but there simply wasn't enough light to see. The familiarity made her relax even more, and she started to slide her ass, the ass that her lover loved to eat, as she recalled, on the sheets as she spoke to her rapist: "So, now what, tough guy? I sure hope you have enough in there to do the job. If I'm gonna be violated, I hope you can do more than just slap my face." "Bitch, you're not gonna walk for a week after today," he snarled. "Good luck, motherfucker. Your pussy friend should take a picture; it'll last longer. What's the matter, you don't want to fuck me, too?" The other man said nothing, but his hand slid inside the waistband of his pants. She could see that he was rubbing something, but it couldn't be much, not like the cock that she was staring at now, hairy and thick. God, she thought, the looks good, and it looks a lot like what I had a couple of days ago. Her pussy was dripping again by now, and he wasn't one to stand on ceremony, it seemed. He lifted her legs almost over her head, causing a little pain in her back, and he drove his tool hard into her cunt. She cried out, and he left it there for a moment, grunting like a dog, pushing that one thrust as deep as he could get it, right off the bat. The thrusts were not tender, but she hadn't expected it. He fucked her like an animal, his thick cock spreading her wide, his thrusts hurting her deep inside, bruising her tender flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He pinned her legs to where each knee almost touched the mattress on either side of her, his strong arms like the steel rods that secured her handcuffs. His forearms were pressed against the backs of her knees, and she was open wide. His sweat splashed on her face, and she closed her eyes, listening to him grunt. He called her a whore, and she moaned. She told him to fuck her with that fat cock, and he told her she had a tight, hot pussy. She closed her eyes, and she imagined another man over her, the one she preferred, and the hammering combined with her fantasy brought her off. She screamed, and he screamed, fucking her like a piston. He drilled her even faster, his balls slapping against her round ass-cheeks, and she started to cry as the orgasm went on and on. She started mumbling about him coming, that she needed him to come, and he told her to shut the fuck up. It didn't stop her from rolling on the waves of orgasm, though, and she didn't mind much. The hard pinch on her nipple pushed her over the edge to another wave, and she opened her eyes to see the companion, the little man, his too-soft fingers pinching her ripe, fattened nipple way too hard. She loved it, so she cried out, and she moved her hips into her rapists cock. He responded by slowing and pulling all the way out on each thrust, giving her a new sensation, making her build in a different way. She wasn't a child, though; she knew it wasn't for her. This had been going on for some minutes, and she was already sore as hell, but the small man raised his mask (what a beautiful mouth!) and went down on her nipples, one after the other, alternating licking, sucking, and biting. She was still getting fuck deeply, but the man's hands were holding her ass now, one per globe, feeling her well-soaked anus with his fingers. He started sliding one in, and she said, "You gonna fuck my ass, too, you bastard?" He slapped her hard again, told her she'd see, and he sent a wave of deep pleasure through her as, cock impaling her, friend suckling her, he pushed a finger deep into her anus and started fucking her with it. Fifteen seconds later, she was over again, and the friend stopped, though the finger didn't. The friend's mouth moved down to her hot clit and started to suck. She thought that she would die. The other man's club was still inside her, and it stroked slowly as the small one circled her clit, sucked at it, got it into his mouth, and began flicking it with his tongue. She screamed long and loud as the fucking, digit and cock, began again in earnest, and she thought that she passed out for a second. The both stopped. She felt bruised, but she was a little confused, since the big man hadn't come yet, at least to her knowledge. She didn't complain, though, as she was quite finished, and she just wished they could leave so that she could decide whether to call the police in peace. She was definitely going to the hospital after this, but she would call her lover and cry first. A fist tangled in her hair, lifting her head off the bed. She smelled leather, and she realized that the first man's belt was being put around her neck and being pulled tight. "Don't move, Bitch," were the instructions. She felt herself being lifted under her ass, but the bigger man was in front of her, kneeing over her chest, so she couldn't see. What she could see was his thick, hairy cock pointing rigidly about three inches from her face, and she thought about what she'd been fantasizing earlier. She just wished her pussy wasn't so sore, but, hell, she'd been dreaming about this for years. After all, what was the difference, at this point? His strong hand gripped her face, hard, and the belt tightened around her throat. "Now, you listen, Bitch. I'm gonna give you something to swallow. You could really hurt me, and you know it, right?" She nodded. "Okay. If you try, I will tighten this strap and you will die. I'll be hurt, but you'll be dead. It's not worth it, not when you've already had so much of my dick inside you. Just be cool, and we'll be out of here soon. You get me?" She nodded. He slapped her once again, to make the point, and he leaned against the headboard. She could see the belt in his hand, and she could feel it tighten when he pulled. No, definitely not worth it... especially when she wanted it! She couldn't tell what the small man was doing, but she was still being held. He was playing a little with her anus, but her sensations were all kind of blending at this point, so she just concentrated on what was happening to her face. He didn't push too deeply at first, though god knows his cock was slick enough, and her mouth was already warmed-up from her screaming. She liked the taste of herself much more on a cock than on her fingers, and it made her arousal return in full force. Two men... wow. The smell and taste of him mixed with her was awesome. He was giving her a lot of slack with the belt, and he pushed his cock deeper now. He wasn't going fast, and she was sure she could take it all, if she would just relax. His balls started grazing her chin as she opened her mouth and throat more, and she just gave herself to it. The small man's cock entered her anus then, and she didn't expect it. Her first instinct was to fight, but it slipped in like they were both covered it oil. She imagined he'd been lubing them both up pretty well, and there was no pain, although his cock, by comparison, was pretty small and slim. Her ass now sat on his lap, little cock deep-enough inside her, and she heard the hum of a vibrator. My god, what were these guys, thieves and sex therapists!? The small man used the vibrator on her lips and clit expertly as he moved slowly, slickly in her ass. She loved getting fucked in the ass, and she hoped that he would speed up, since there was a ton of lubrication and no pain at all. Her lover would put her on her face and fuck her ass like a demon, clawing and biting at her back. She thought of it now while she deep-throated this other cock, and she managed to increase the speed a little herself by raising and lowering her hips. Small guy got the point, and he began pumping in her ass like wanted it. The thick cock in her mouth was sliding fully in and out now, and the man riding her face was tensing his whole body. She knew it wouldn't be long, but she also knew that the vibrator was not going to let her wait. Her pussy quivered, and she flooded the lap of the small man. Both men felt it, and the vibrator quickly went from her clit into her cunt. The ass fucking quickened. The face fucking became deep, hard, and slow. Her legs were wrapped around the small man's back now, squeezing, and the pressure between him fucking her sore cunt with the humming tool and tooling her ass made her get off again almost immediately. She tried to crush him with her strong legs, and he pounded his hips into her, never making any noise, just fucking her with the machine and the member. She had great anal orgasms, and now she was on the tail end of a clitoral, in the midst of a vaginal, and starting an anal, crying in staccato moans around her mouthful of cock, when she felt him let go. The cum shot straight into the back of her throat. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face flush with his belly, and spurted more. She was choking when he pulled out and let her swallow the tasty, salty juice, only to finish his last hot, voluminous spurts on her sweating face. She moaned like a cheap whore as she felt the splashes on her nose, across her cheek, and onto her forehead. She had been serviced like never before, and everyone knew it. The big man was off her now, and he raised his mask to kiss her mouth. She opened wide for him, once again, and she sucked his tongue, even offering her own. He held his cock for her to lick clean, and she even tasted his balls before he pulled away. The little man kissed her softly and sweetly, not with much tongue, and turned to leave. She felt wholly violated, and she knew that she'd loved it. The implications of it all would probably hit her later, and she'd fall apart, but she was too tired for that right now. She wasn't sure when she'd be in shape for sex again, but she hoped it wasn't long. After he uncuffed her, he pulled the blanket over her and told her not to move for a few minutes. She said she had no intention of it. She still couldn't see him well in the dark, especially with the stocking, but it didn't matter. She doubted she would call the police, at least not immediately. She needed to think. As soon as she heard the door close, she did call her lover, though. He sounded groggy, and she started crying as she asked him to come over. Something had happened, she said. When he arrived, he held her in the dark. He kissed her a little, but she felt weird about the contact. There were a lot of questions. She asked for coffee, and he went down the stairs to make it. She went into the bathroom, got a robe, and examined herself in the mirror. There were marks and bruises everywhere, and her jaw and hips were sore, not to mention every normal erogenous zone. Her wrists were marked from the handcuffs. She went downstairs. Fluorescent light does strange things. It throws shadows where one does not expect. She stopped, though, mouth open, in the doorway when she looked into the kitchen, her lover making the coffee. As he turned to smile at her, she asked, "How did you get that bruise around your eye?" Wake Up! He was sleeping on his back when she came home. The first thing she did was take his sleeping semi-hard cock in her mouth and suck on it as lovingly as she used to. In his half-sleep, he couldn't open his eyes or look as she took his cum and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing. "Oh, baby," he murmured in his dream, "oh, baby." She crawled up and planted her tongue in his mouth in her own juicy way. This was the final straw, he'd gotten used to her habit of a deep soul-kiss after sucking him off, she always said that she wasn't giving up his cum, she was just letting him smell it on her lips. This awakened him and, as he tried to gathered her in his arms, she disappeared. He lay there for the rest of the night sobbing and missing her with all his soul. He figured that because he missed her so much he'd had a wet dream at her expense. He finally fell back to sleep, and thinking simply, "fuck it, I'll change sheets in the morning," thinking of the cum-stained sheets. The next morning when he threw the covers back, he saw nothing visible and only the invisible smell of her perfume, an indefinably wonderful aroma, and a few smears of her facial cream on her pillow. It was her facial cream, his cum wouldn't have reminded him of her and cum would've pretty well dried out by now. He laid out of work that day and stayed home to recuperate from the previous night and trimmed her rose bushes as he got bored with nothing to do. She loved her roses, but couldn't stand to have roses given to her as presents. So he trimmed the bushes and clipped a few of the biggest, showiest blossoms for the dining room table. She was gone after all, and, he thought, maybe it'd get her mad enough to come back tonight. She had always said that roses were a better choice for a dead person and that the bright yellow sunflowers were a better choice for someone recuperating or in the hospital. It suddenly dawned on him that with those thoughts in his head, he'd probably gone round the bend and gone nuts. Either way, she'd always said that sunflowers and not roses were the flowers of life. So she got sunflowers. Throughout each of her terms in the hospital and at home. That night she did come back. He lay awake as long as he could, just waiting for her to show up but finally, fell asleep, with thoughts of how her warm body had snuggled against him when she was alive and well. She finally came in sometime in the tiny hours of the night. He drowsily felt her womanly body sinking into the mattress and rolling against his back. He was on his side and she snuggled up to him spoon fashion. She wrapped her arms around him and settled her face into the back of his neck, kissing gently; she'd just gotten off work and usually just wanted to sleep. With her arms around him, he finally got a good night's rest. She was with him and the world was really and truly right. The next morning when he woke up, she was again gone, but he felt better than he had in months. He'd gotten a full night's rest and he was alert and wide awake as he left for work. His friends looked at him with surprise as he slipped his smock on and picked up the broom with not a single gripe. As a matter of fact he was whistling as he walked over and took the broom out of his colleague's hands, spinning her around in a quick waltz at the front of the Wal-Mart doors. The customers smiled broadly as they spotted the impromptu "Dancing With The Stars" in front of them. "Mr. Poole!" Ms. Doris exclaimed giggling in spite of herself. Art laughed with her and picked up the broom as he swung her to a stop on her rubber pad. "Madam," he smiled, "thank you for the turn around the dance floor and I am happy to inform you that your relief is here and I'm sure you're relieved to be relieved." "I sure am," she giggled again. Mrs. Buttram (secretly known as Miss Butter-Butt) stood by, having arrived in time to catch some of the waltz, and shook her pudgy finger at them. "Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk," and turned and walked back toward the back of the store. Evidently she didn't disapprove too much, otherwise she would have handed them a piece of her mind. She was not known for being the friendliest Wal-Mart employee. The rest of the day went pretty much as usual, people coming and going and saying "nice to see ya back, Mr. Poole." And he'd say he'd been out only one day. And they'd act surprised, and say that it had sure seemed like weeks because they didn't recall seeing him here for some time. He'd nod agreeably then and say yes-yes as he tried to understand why they hadn't seen him. Then Cora Jenkins came in for a ream of typing paper, that the school couldn't seem to afford, and mentioned that she hadn't seen him yesterday and that she was glad that he had finally made peace with the death of his wife. She wasn't the sort to bite her tongue on any subject. His lower lip trembled a little as he nodded and said that he was getting there. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek and quickly wiped her hand over it as if to wipe it off, and said that she was sure he would. He thanked her for her solicitousness and excused himself as he spotted a purchase falling off a lady's cart. As he stepped out of the door, he spotted the loose toddler stumbling across the main drive and at the same time saw Manny Cruz's boy in his shiny silver, custom flamed, jacked up, four-wheel drive pick-up rolling unaware toward the child at something like four or five times the ten mile per hour speed limit. Mr. Poole saw that he had his face turned toward his conquest of the day, paying no attention to his driving. As the people jumped out of his way the toddler happened to glance up at his screaming parents. They'd let the little fledgling stray too far and now the raptor was bearing down with his sharp and angry talons outstretched for the kill. Mr. Poole dropped the package and ran as fast as he could towards the child. His arthritic knees were operating smoother than they had in years as he ran that life or death hundred-yard dash. He'd been a sprinter in college, taking honors in the 50-yard and the 100-yard dashes but he'd never had occasion to sprint since then and up until arthritis slowed him down, he'd jogged a couple of miles a week more for pleasure than need. He'd enlisted and gone to Viet Nam immediately after college, begun a little business of his own on his return and had retired from it, giving it over to his now-dead son. This, then, was the first time he'd sprinted in years, and this was the only time when it really mattered. He scooped up the child and stumbled onto his face as he did so. The boy was heavier than expected, and his knees were just too damn old to handle the over-balancing child. He managed to lay him past the wheel's of Beto Cruz's truck and they missed the toddler by almost two feet. Two feet behind the boy, though, both the over-sized right tires ran over the old man's head, crushing the frail old skull like an egg and spraying his brains out like so much dog shit stepped on by an old pair of boots. The old man lay there for a few minutes then his wife called to him, and he got up dusted himself off and took her hand and didn't look back. She looked just as beautiful as when he'd married her those many years gone by. "I missed you, honey," she slipped into his arms with all her old vigor and vitality, "I so wanted to join you many times," he whispered. "I know," she answered, "I hate that it happened this way, but I waited for you, and I would've waited until hell freezes over, as they tell me it one day will." The old man laughed, his voice the loudly boisterous, booming baritone of his youth, unlike the weak, frail wheeze it had been lately. He squeezed her tightly in his arms as the life force in his dying body slowly ebbed. -- The End of Now -- Wake Up! You wake up, your eyes slowly opening as you realize how late in the morning it is. You don't even want to move, but you remember where you fell asleep ... and you start to turn, looking around, registering the room. As your body turns completely, you realize that I'm sitting up on the bed, lowering a book that I must have been reading, turning to smile at you. "Hi you." You rub your eyes, stretching different parts of your body a little ... legs, arms ... "Why are you still sitting in here?" I set one hand on the mattress, turning my body so that I'm resting on my hip instead of square on the bed. "Duh. You were in here. I like being around you, remember?" You smirk and your eyes roll up, but as you bring them back to look at me, you see that I'm leaning down toward you. I make contact, my lips touching yours gently, tenderly. I put my hand on your stomach, sliding it up your body, then down to your side. Rubbing it up your body, squeezing in ... my lips pull away from yours and I smile. You return the smile, enjoying how it feels, and you reach up with your hand, grip my t-shirt that I'm wearing, and pull me back down to you. I smile, then shift, kicking the blankets off and moving a leg over you, pulling the other one near yours. Our lips begin pressing harder ... I slide one leg down, rubbing it against yours, then lifting it and moving it between your legs. My other leg lifts off the mattress and I put it in between your legs as well. I slide down your body ... kissing your neck, your chest ... kissing you through the undershirt that you left on ... lifting up the hem to kiss your belly ... I pull my hands in against you, letting you feel the pressure on either side, but I don't stop when I get to your panties. I keep kissing down your thighs, your knees ... licking and kissing down your legs to your ankles. By this point, my feet are on the floor. I stand up and reach up, pulling down on your underwear, getting them out from under you, then sliding them all the way down your legs and letting them drop on the floor. I move around the bed, my fingers brushing over your legs, up to your shirt ... then I take ahold of it and start sliding it up. You arch your back, then as the bottom of the shirt gets to your shoulder blades, you lower your back and sit up just enough for me to finish getting the last of your clothing off of you again. The shirt drops to the floor. I lean over, kiss you again, then I softly tell you to turn over. You lift an eyebrow at me, curious - but you play along, rolling over onto your stomach. Your legs are spread just a touch, and you let your hands fall palms flat against the bed, your arms at an angle. I get up on the bed, climbing over you again, straddling you. Before anything else happens, you feel my hands - now with oil on them, touch your shoulders and I start to press down, sliding my hands out and down your arms. Back to center, and I pull down, along your spine. Over, across ... I start to knead out tight muscles and you feel yourself getting even more relaxed - just not in the way you originally expected. I continue touching my hands to your body, taking a moment to put more oil from time to time. Moving my legs down every once in a while, eventually moving past yours. I keep massaging your back ... down to your hips, over your ass ... down each side ... I squeeze your legs ... rubbing down ... playing with your muscles, your legs ... and you let yourself drift away even more. "You know, if you finish, I'm going to fall back asleep." "Yup." And I keep working on your legs. You lift your head a little, looking up at me. I stop, noticing your movement. "Hey, relax, you." And you give in, putting your head back down. I finish working on both of your legs ... then walk around to one side, where I can start massaging your arm. Squeezing ... sliding my hands down your arm ... and after I spend some time there - I walk around the bed and treat your other arm just the same as the first. I stand up, climbing up on the bed, but this time I don't put any weight on you. My fingers go to your shoulders, squeezing, massaging ... I keep the weight of my hands off you, just using the tips of my fingers to make sure that your neck and shoulders are relaxed ... And then I move off the bed, closing the blinds and moving to the other side of the room - but you're not aware, as you've fallen back asleep. ... You don't know how much time has gone past, but you lift your head slowly, looking around the dim room. You're surprised at how rested you feel for a moment - but then you remember how you fell asleep and you smile inwardly. You realize a second later that there's nothing covering you. When you fell asleep, you didn't have any blankets on - and you realize that you still don't. You pull your arms in, starting to turn and you see me sleeping on the floor, my head on a spare pillow. The book I had been reading has fallen to the side and you start smirking. You gather yourself up, moving slowly because of how relaxed you had gotten. You don't even bother looking for your clothes as you move over to me, kneeling on the floor with your legs on either side of mine. You kiss my cheek, testing ... but I don't react. You kiss my lips - and again, nothing. You start grinning, knowing that you're about to get even. You move down my legs, looking up once. Still nothing. You begin to undo my shorts, the button, and then the zipper. Your eyes glance up as you pull the zipper down, but the sound isn't enough to wake me. You grin as you realize that I just threw the shorts on earlier without putting on any underwear. You grin even harder as you realize that obviously some parts of me have begun to wake up. You lean down, kissing ... licking .. your hand moving to me and holding me straight up as you lick again. As I get even harder, you move your mouth directly over me, taking me completely into you. You look up again, seeing me stirring ... and decide that you're running out of time to really take advantage ... You slide up, straddling me, holding me as you close your eyes and slowly set down on top of me. You squeeze ... enjoying the feeling ... then you start to move ... up ... down ... smoothly, calmly ... You lean down, kissing me and getting more aggressive. You kiss harder starting on my neck ... my lips ... At some point, you realize that I'm awake and kissing you back. My hands moving to your ass, holding, pulling, then releasing as you lift up again. You sit up now and my hands move around to your breasts, squeezing then letting go and roaming over your body. Your hands moving without thought, your arms squeezing against your sides, then your hands drop down to my body and you rake your fingernails down my chest. You can't control it anymore, your body rising and dropping hard against me. Moaning louder, breathing faster ... ... and then you cry out, stuttering for a moment before continuing, just slowing down ... and finally stopping as you look down at me, seeing me blink back to focus, grinning back at you. Wake Up The early morning light was beginning to filter through the windows as I opened my eyes just a bit. I rolled over on my back and stretched my legs just a bit. Thank goodness it was Saturday morning. I'd had a rough week, and I was looking forward to sleeping in just a little later than normal. As my left shoulder hit the mattress, I felt my husband's body right next to mine. I looked over and found that Bryan was rolled up on his side, facing me. His eyes were closed and his breathing was regular. I loved the way the hair on his beard wiggled as the air passed in and out of his nose. We'd been married now for over ten years, yet I loved him just as much as the first day I'd met him. I snuck a look at the clock. It was only 6:30. Good. That meant that I could get maybe another couple of hours sleep before I got up and started cleaning the house. I closed my eyes and tucked my left leg under my right knee, giving my legs the appearance of a triangle. I crossed my hands over my stomach, just below my chest. I could feel the satin material of the blue nightgown I had worn to bed the night before hugging my body. The covers were lying just below my hips, and I had an urge to pull them up to my neck. But I felt a light breeze blowing in from one of the windows. It was caressing my skin, causing goose bumps to break out over my exposed arms. At the same time, I could see my nipples starting to harden beneath the teddy. I sighed. They were so damned sensitive that all I had to do sometimes was THINK about them, and they'd stick out. Of course, Bryan loved this, and took advantage of it thoroughly whenever we were making love. I had just started to doze back off when I felt a light touch on my shoulder. Uh-oh, I got the feeling that Bryan was now awake, and looking for a little early morning love. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be sound asleep. I really wasn't in the mood for fooling around today. I wanted nothing more than to slip back into slumber at that point. I did my best to ignore him, hoping he'd just leave me be. Naturally, that wasn't going to happen. I felt his fingers slip down from my shoulder, tracing a beeline towards my breasts. Someone was in the mood, all right. Maybe if I just acted like I didn't notice, he'd give up and go back to bed. But that became tougher as his fingers touched my left nipple. It was all I could do to keep from sucking in a breath as he traced three fingertips over my bud. If I had thought that it was hard before, my nipple was now straining against the light silk. His fingers began fanning out, stroking my entire breast. They traveled from outside to inside, top to bottom, causing more goose bumps to join my arms. God, this felt so good, despite not being in the mood for fooling around. He took up a pattern after a minute of running his index finger all the way around my areola, time and again teasing the base of my nipple, without actually touching the tip. My first urge was to arch my back, hoping to have his palm make contact. But I restrained myself, continuing the charade of sleeping through his torture. Thankfully, his fingers moved down over the hands clasped at my stomach. But that only lasted for a second. He gently pried my hands apart and placed them on either side of my body. This now gave him unrestricted access to my front, from my neck all the way down to my feet. Of course the blankets were at my hips, but that wouldn't stop him, now that he was in gear. His hand crossed over my stomach and moved towards my other breast. I knew this game. He'd continue his seduction between my breasts, hoping to get me all hot and bothered. And damn him if he wasn't succeeding! Yet a part of me still refused to give in, so I lay there, still as could be, enduring his touches. I felt a warmth begin to spread between my legs as he worked on my nipple. His hand moved up towards my shoulder, to find the thin strap that held my outfit up. He slid it down over my forearm, bringing the rest of the material along that was covering my breast. My right breast was now exposed, and his fingers traced a line along the outside edge of it, just below my armpit. This caused yet more goose bumps to rise, bringing this nipple to attention. His fingers circled in, teasing me as he ever so slowly focused in on my aching nipple. Despite my efforts to show no reaction, I felt my fingers twitch as he crossed over the tip, then came back over again. I knew my skin was beginning to flush as I became more and more aroused. His hand moved back to my left breast, slipping that strap down, exposing my entire upper body to his fingers. He was driving me crazy! I suspected he could see my eyes darting back and forth beneath my eyelids, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of me making the first move. I fought to keep my breathing to a normal rate, but that too was becoming a lost cause. Just as I was about to roll over and kiss him, in effect giving in to his work, his hand slid down over my stomach, his palm flattening out over my belly. I knew where this was going! Sensing that my body, if nothing else, was responding positively to his touches, he was going to become even more bold! The breeze played over my exposed nipples as his hand moved under the covers and between my legs. Yet he continued to tease me, as his hand moved past my waiting sex, down the inside of my left thigh. His touch was electric, awakening every nerve ending in my body. I knew my panties were getting wet with every passing second. He traced their outline, running his fingers ever so close to the spot I wanted touched the most. But he continued to make me wait, as he rubbed the opposite leg, as if he were hoping I would give up. So, this was a contest of wills, huh? Well, damned if I was going to give in and let him know how crazy he was making me! My eyes remained screwed shut, and I actually tried to block his touches out by going over the things I needed to do that day. It was actually beginning to work, until his fingers moved over the satin material of my briefs, making faint contact with my clit. My body flinched as he centered on my lips. My hands were clenching and unclenching ever so slightly as he traced the outline of my feminine shape. His fingers then moved up to the waistband, and quickly slipped beneath. He played gently with the very short hair that I let grow down there. I could actually feel the muscles in my face tick as I tried desperately to keep the fake sleeping routine alive. The pad of his index finger pressed ever so slightly against my lower lips, which were now rather puffed up and extremely sensitive. He ran up and down the outside, teasing entry at both the top and bottom of my entrance. My body was SCREAMING for me to arch up and force his finger inside of me, but the barest hint of resistance still refused to give in. This didn't continue for very long, as I was sure he was as turned on as I was, and he wouldn't let this drag out forever. On the very next pass to the bottom, I felt the pattern alter and move inwards. I was holding my breath, oh so ever wanting, NEEDING, him to slip inside and bring me to release. He hovered for a few seconds at the base, probably watching to see how I would react. Of course, I couldn't be sure, as I kept my eyes screwed shut. I felt his body shift for a moment, and I breifly wondered if he had decided to give up and get out of the bed. Silly me! He had just readjusted himself, and settled back down ever closer to my body. His finger pressed ever so gently, slipping what seemed to be a millimeter at a time until I felt it invade my wetness. There was no way I could stay still any longer, and my ass lifted from the matress to urge his finger deeper inside of me. I could barely feel him at that moment, so wet I had become. But it was about to become better, or worse, depending on one's opinion! I felt his lips descend onto my nipple, his tongue stroking it as he began to suckle the base. At the very same instant, his finger had slid deep inside, then up, making contact with the ridge just below my clitoris. It was like a bomb had gone off throughout my body! I gasped and my left hand flew up to grasp his shoulder. All pretense of being asleep was gone now. I didn't care whether he had won at that very second. My mind was ablaze, and my body was surging faster than normal to my impending orgasm! Bryan must have sensed this, knowing my reactions better than another other person in the world. His mouth seperated from my nipple and I could hear him chuckle. "Good morning sexy. Did I wake you?" he grinned. I wanted to growl at him, but my response was choked off by another gasp as his finger found my clit. My hands dug into whatever they had near them, my right hand grasping the sheets, the left digging into his shoulder. My eyes flew open and my head lifted to kiss him and I came ever so close to an orgasm. But he pulled his head back and shook it. "No, no, honey. I want you to just lay there and enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying watching you." He bent down and whispered in my ear, "But go ahead and let your fingers help you along." I knew what he meant, and I did it instantly. Both of my hands flew to my breasts, taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger. I knew how much that sight drove Bryan crazy, and with such sensitive nipples as mine, it increased my pleasure ten fold! My pulse was racing and I could feel that my orgasm was imminent. But seconds before I went over the edge, his finger lifted until it was barely touching me. I stared at him and the frustration lanced from my eyes. "Don't stop!" I practically begged him. He grinned that evil grin of his. "Oh no, I want you to make it happen. I think you know what I want..." And I did. He knew my nipples were the most senisitive area of my body, and I already had my hands in place. We had discovered one night that if I was excited enough, I could give myself an orgasm just by stimulating my breasts. As an incentive, he quickly brushed my clit, then retreated again. "The longer you take, the longer till you cum," he teased. Part of me wanted to punch him, but my lust was controlling my body for me. My hands grasped my breasts on their palms, my two fingers rubbing the bases back and forth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings that were coursing between my chest and between my legs. I could feel sweat pop out on my forehead as I willed my body to respond. It wasn't taking much effort. Bryan's finger was just resting against my clit, providing just a hint of pressure. My hips rocked gently to try and cause more friction, but he held very still. I was in hell, just outside the edge of my orgasm. My breathing was ragged and I moaned as I brought my right hand fingers up to stroke the tip of my nipple. My lips were parted and every few seconds an "oh god" would escape. Then I did the same to the left breast, back and forth faster and I urged myself on. Suddenly, like a blot of lightning, I knew I was there. I pinched both nipples hard and pulled them up and away from my body. My back arched and the muscles of my neck strained. "I'm cumming...." I moaned. Bryan's lips descended on mine as his finger quickly stimulated my clit. I moaned into his mouth and it felt as if my mind had exploded! My breath hitched and my hips drove into his fingers, the fire tearing from my pussy to lance throughout my body and mind. I quivered and shook as my orgasm tore through me! It seemed to last forever, that sharp instant pain, followed by the flowing of pleasure. I rode the waves and savored every last second of my dying orgasm. I kissed Bryan deeply and grinned around his lips. "What a way to wake up!" I breathed into him. He gave that damned chuckle again. "This is only the start, sweetheart." And I knew he was right... To Be Continued... * Feel free to email me with feedback. Please! :) Wake Up Just a short and quick story I wrote for a friend who wanted me to write something based on a picture of us. ------------------------------- I was walking home from a party, a boring one at that. My car broke down a few blocks away and I just didn't have the patience to wait for the tow truck so decided to walk. I was in a bad mood, pissed, disappointed of my evening and to top it all off, it was starting to rain! It felt like life had won one over me and I was about to just drop it all. When you're in a bad mood, you're in a bad mood! I arrived at my door and quietly search for my keys. My neighbor a bit too nosy and will peek at his window if he hears any little noise. I walked up the stairs to my apartment and quietly let myself in. Exhausted, I just let everything dropped to the floor.. my purse, my bag even my jacket. I'll put that away later or tomorrow.. I felt like just crawling into bed and forget about this awful day, awful night, awful life but I felt sweaty and sticky from the walk and the rain so decided I'd take a hot shower. As the hot water ran down my body and I soaped myself all over, my hands washing my body became smoother, caressing my skin. As my fingers circled my nipples, I let out a little moan as I bit my lip. I closed my eyes fantasizing that someone was there with me, touching me. These were not my hands; they were HIS hands grabbing my big tits, pulling my nipples. My hands wondered elsewhere on my body, washing, caressing. Damn I need a man!!! It's been a few weeks since I last had a good hard fuck and this auto caressing wasn't going to be enough. I sighed as I got out of the shower and toweled myself dry. It was too late to blow dry my hair so I just brushed them into a ponytail. Sighing again, I walked towards my room and when I got to the door, a surprise was waiting for me. It was dark but the moonlight peeking thru the window gave me a nice view of Shaun sleeping in my bed. He had told me he would be coming soon but I wasn't really expecting him until next week so I was pleasantly surprised to see him He was lying on his back; naked has always. I stood at the door for a few minutes admiring his gorgeous fit body. He must be having some naughty dreams because I could see his semi-rigid cock bouncing slowly. I slowly approached the bed, my eyes taking in the beauty of the light on his body. Careful not to wake him, I crawled very slowly on the bed and made my way closer to him. Over lapping his legs, careful not to touch him, I bend my head down to meet his manhood. My tongue giving little laps of saliva on his balls first, moving my way up slowly to his shaft, my tongue at work, softly almost shyly. I didn't want him to wake just yet. My tongue continued its exploration of his cock, my lips meeting the tip of his cock, which was now growing under my tongue. I love that feeling of a cock getting hard from my working tongue. I closed my mouth around the tip of his cock and let my tongue swirl around it feeling the smooth skin and the first few drops of his pre-cum. Right about then, I felt him moving and moaning. Was he still dreaming? Was he waking up? He was probably in the middle of both feeling the hotness of my mouth. His hips gave a little thrust as I lowered my head on his dick, taking his long hard black cock deep into my throat. I felt him gasp and groan. I looked up to watch him wake up, his cock buried deep in my mouth as he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at me. I tried to smile at him but his cock got in the way and he smirked down at me. Keeping eye contact, I started to move my mouth up and down his dick, slurping sounds being the only noise in the room. He kept his eyes on me, enjoying the wonderful view of my slutty mouth on his big black cock. He could see my tits in the background of the slurping, bouncing up and down to the movement of my head. Without a word, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up letting me know without a sound what he wanted next. I let myself be pulled up to reach his lips and started to kiss him hungrily as I reached down for his dick to guide it to my swollen wet horny cunt. I slowly lowered my hips on his dick, taking his big black cock inch by inch, enjoying the feeling of being stretched to the max. Reaching the bottom of his cock, I stayed a few seconds not moving, just feeling his dick inside my wet pussy until he began to rock his hips and I started to move mine to his beat still kissing him. He groaned a bit louder this time as I moaned against his lips. His thrust got faster and deeper. He slowed down the pace as grabbed my wet ponytail and yanked my head back as he gave a big deep thrust. I let out a little scream of pleasure mixed with the pain of having my hair pulled so hard. He circled his arms around my back and pulled me closer to him has he shifted his body and moved me under him, his cock sliding out of my pussy, he grabbed his cock and shoved it right back into my hungry pussy, him in control now. He grabbed my throat with one hand and fucked me like a real whore. I was his bitch, his little slut. He could do whatever he wanted with me, I had no control over what would happened next. He was pinning me down, almost choking me while he rammed his dick in and out of my slutty cunt, HIS slutty cunt. He owned that cunt. His eyes were watching me, watching my eyes look up at him pleading for him to continue. I didn't want this to stop. His cock felt so good ripping my womb apart. He bend over closer to me, his hand still on my throat while his other hand reached out for my ponytail again and he latched on to my head so I couldn't move while he ransacked my throbbing pussy. All I had left to do was moan and scream as I reached down to grab his ass to pull him closer into me if ever possible. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he moaned and groaned. I heard him hold his breath for a split second and that could only mean one thing. He was about to cum deep into my pussy. I was going to feel his big cock spurt out his hot cum, filling me. Still holding me tight, he gave one last long thrust inside my pussy and screamed "FUCK YEAH". His first words and last ones as we both fell asleep interlocked in each other's body, him, sweating and me, dripping from his cum.