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A Morning After

By: silverace1



I lay there propped up on my elbow as I watch you sleep. Your breathing is steady but every once in a while, you sigh contently as if you are having one of your pleasant dreams. I envy you those dreams; mine are all too often stressful and even frightening. Now and then, you moan softly as your lower body squirms against the sheets. I wonder if you are having an erotic dream!

We both sleep au natural so it is a simple thing for me to reach out and softly touch your firm tummy. It is a touch so tender and gentle that you are totally unaware of the sensation. Emboldened by your reaction (or lack thereof), I run my knuckles over your abdomen and down your side. This causes you to flinch ever so slightly since you are quite ticklish. Rather than risk waking you, I stop that avenue of attack and instead decide to direct my attention to your inner thighs,

I know that this spot is among the silkiest and softest of all your special spots and that my attentions to them may well awaken you with desire. I know the risks of this – and want only at this juncture to touch you and to feel the electricity flow up my arm. The stage of making love – as wonderful as that is – will come later. 

Almost the instant my fingers graze your left thigh you turn over with your back to me. This presents to my adoring eyes that sensuous curve of your back as it flows from the nape of your neck, along your spine to the upward flow of your magnificent behind. It is almost as though you are signalling where you want to be touched next but I remain sure that you are still sound asleep. After all, it was only four hours ago that we rolled over together after a lovemaking session that lasted for two and a half hours. I awoke feeling restless but you remained in dreamland.

Anyway, I return to the warmth of your skin as I run my fingers lightly from the back of your knees down over your calves to your well-turned ankles. I can feel the throb of your heartbeat when I press lightly against the spot just below your anklebone. The pulse is so close to the surface that I can sense the very warmth of the blood as it courses through your artery. I massage it gently and it returns to me with an increase in the speed of the pulsating rhythm. It is as if you are reacting to my touch with an increase in your height of arousal without knowing.

The pulse is echoed in my own as my cock begins to harden with underlying excitement. I love the first growth of the day when my shaft responds to your touch or, in this case, your vicarious return of my proximity. Your legs move apart as you continue to lay on your side with your back to me. I slowly inch my fingers – with their feather light pressure – up your leg until I am caressing the back of each knee; I know that this is one of your many erogenous zones. With each caress, you moan softly as you dream of my touch. Perhaps you are only feigning sleep, my love?

My fingers dance over the back of each leg; taking my time to ensure that each slim limb receives its fair share of attention. I start to trace the outlines of those sexy legs with the palm of my hand, still maintaining the barest of pressures. When my hand arrives at the juncture of your thigh and the outward curve of your bum, I cup each cheek in turn. After spending several minutes to worship each globe, I slide my hand slowly between the sides to urge you to open yourself to me a little.

You hiss and draw air in sharply when my fingers find the warm moisture that has been oozing from your pussy lips. I only brush my index finger over the opening long enough to capture several drops of your aromatic cum. With this, I lubricate the space between the back of your puss up to the puckered opening that is now open to my gaze. I encircle that precious opening with my moistened finger and you finally raise your head and turn it to gaze hungrily at me.

"Oh! My sweet baby! What you are doing to me! I'm so wet!"

"Relax sweetheart" I urge you in a whispered tone. "There is much more to come"

You lower your face back onto the pillow and await the next step. You have spread your legs wider by pulling your upper leg high against your chest. In so doing, you have opened yourself fully to me and I can take whatever licence with you in order to pleasure you to the max. With a silence that hangs in the air, my fingers begin their journey once more. Your inner thighs are glistening with your juices that evidence your arousal and I scoop fingers full and bring them to my lips. With a quiet moan, I draw the dewy digits into my mouth and lap them clean. My oh my! How I love to taste you!

You tremble slightly as my touch reaches the outer lips of your succulent pussy and I pinch them ever so gently as I pull on them lovingly. Your hips twitch as you try to tease my fingers into your warm, welcoming pus but I am not going there quite yet. I want to try to elevate you to the point where just the anticipation of what is to come drives you over the edge. We have visited that level on many occasions and it is time again.

With light butterfly touches, I repeat over and over again my loving assault on your spread legs. Whenever I near your spread pussy, you arch your back closer and closer to me; you remain determined to have me inside you! I spoon behind you as my fingers continue with their dance over your skin and my lips trace the back of your neck and ears. With my tongue, I dampen the spot right below your left ear and suck on the earlobe. I can feel the shivers as they pass through you.

I blow softly in your exposed ear and my wandering fingers finally brush against your unhooded clit. "Oh, yes! More please! Pleeese!"

It is with the joy of a committed lover that I take the nubbin that is the core of your sexual being between my thumb and forefinger and roll it with tantalizing slowness. I am rewarded with a deluge of cum as you are wracked with a massive orgasm. As you shudder through a series of 'mini shocks', I bear down on your clit with the heel of my hand as my fingers delve deeper and deeper into your pussy! The spasms generated by the walls of that superheated tunnel are clasping me so tight that I will never want to leave their secure berth. 

With your body still spooned against me, you press your firm bum back against me and start once more to grind against my hard on. With the overwhelming slickness you are generating, my shaft slides unimpeded between your cheeks and out the front to meet my busy hand. I allow you to pull my fingers from your pussy – but not until you so willingly bring them dripping to your mouth! With your one hand holding my hand in place, you shift slightly to accommodate my cock at the opening of your hot puss. 

You release my hand from the spell of your lips and move both hands down to touch my cock as it slides so easily between your well-lubed pussy lips. As my sensitive glans passes through, I feel it rub along the soft palm that enraptures it. The friction is amazing! I find myself unable to control myself as I feel my balls tingle with need for release. It feels like I have been storing up for this for days rather than the four or so since we made love. I start to slow but you urge me on! I am madly massaging your breasts and tweaking your super hard nipples to the pleasure of us both.

I can feel your hands as they cup my thrusting cock and direct it to the opening of your slick, warm pussy. In an instant, I feel myself engloved in your warmth and am drawn into your innermost self. I steel myself as I try my utmost to resist the overwhelming urge to cum immediately. I have been building the anticipation for what seems like an eternity and if you squeeze my cock one more time with those powerful muscles that control your puss, I know that I am going to cum!!

When I feel your hands on my balls and the manipulation and massage they are getting, I cry out loudly (attempting to squelch the sound as I bury my face in the spot where your neck meets your shoulder)! I sense the tightening of my balls as they contract to send their load up my shaft and into you. It almost feels like a burning as the hot cum races up me and bursts forth to fill you! The contracting of those inner pussy muscles and your cries of uncontrolled joy meet mine and we, as we so often do, cum together in a shattering orgasm!!

Try as I might, I can't control the remaining spasms; they empty my balls in several additional spurts and my teeth sink just a bit into the cords of your neck. We tremble together as we slowly come down from our emotional high. I hug you tightly to my chest and my hands find your breast and cup them lovingly as we start to slip into a post-coital slumber. I awake with a start realizing that we are still moulded together by the excesses of our orgasm and our cum and that my right arm is numb as it lies beneath you.

I separate us – most unwillingly – and go to the bathroom. There I retrieve a warm washcloth and towel and wipe myself and then you. After placing the linens in the hamper, I crawl across the bed and gather your soft sleeping form into my arms and, after kissing your lips and whispering "I love you" into your ear, slip into a dreamless sleep. 

A Morning After Delight



I was that one for you wasn't I? The one naked with me, rolling in the sheets after a wanton night of passion, and exhausted. I felt you touching me, asking me for the same as the night before, and then feeling put off as I say "Not now ... I gotta take a piss. "

... And that vulnerability leaves me open to your seduction.

As I stand emptying my bladder I hear the door creaking gently, and you slip down kneeing at my backside, peppering kisses on my buttocks and spine, caressing the flesh kneading exciting me with your touch. A gasp turns to a shiver, and I feel your hands replace mine where my cock is, cuddling it in your fingers, the left stroking my sac & the right squeezing any remaining drops out before lifting it, stroking it, rubbing the length in your palm, holding it close, and making me hard with your touch. I groan into the space of the bathroom, my voice echoing as my right hand braces me on the wall, while the left reaches back, pushing your head down closer to my body, letting your tongue craze the flesh in search of my tender unsuspecting bung.

I grow harder under your touch, and suddenly gasp, as your tongue dances lewdly on my anus, the sphincter ring being swabbed and stroked, lubed and lusted after as you continue jacking off my cock momentum building, a purring coming from my body, wicked & obscene. My cock fills your hand bracing wide the grip of your fingers, and even I am surprised the kneeling woman who's passion engulfs me like a drowning man, with just these kisses, has me harder than I was last night.

The tongue then stops, and I hear you whisper, "Turn around baby." 

I do and see you reclining on the floor, playing with your pussy, pulling the lips open, slipping 3 fingers inside yourself, groaning as you quick-bang your hot slick buttery opening. My eyes see the perfectly erect nipples, your tongue lolling out of the corner of your mouth, the amazing tits jumping moving back & forth as you continue pummeling your sweet shaved cunt again & again. As the liquid creates a sheen on your inner thigh, I hear you whisper, "M-more than anything ... I wanted to watch you cum. I've felt it inside me, on me, and tasted and swallowed all your cum dear. Now I want it to fly ... "

With a hard lump in my throat, I swallow and watch you madly masturbating, and softly answer, "Anything for you ... anything at all ..." 

The sound become deafening, the pumping squelching sound as you bury your fingers inside yourself, juices dribbling in all directions, the splashing occurring from the force of your fingers fucking the hot bald pussy now gripping four fingers instead of three. You buck under me, and slowly, still spinning and stroking my cock, I tug and kneel astride your ribs, your breast just below my cock, the tits jiggling madly, my eyes gazing into yours', the lust burning us both alive. Pumping fast stroking my balls with the other hands your eyes come off me, and now stare at my cock, the string of precum slipping off the tip and glazing my fingers as I squeeze the junior-jism out like a dollop of toothpaste.

I moan, looking down fascinated with your mouth, the one which showered my mind and body with praise and kisses, loving me, delighting in me, enjoying me all through the previous night. I stare transfixed with your incredible double-d's wiggling flesh bags I couldn't devour enough of in our wild exchanges or Kama Sutra stances, losing ourselves in the variety of things we did coupling ourselves together again & again.

"Did you like fucking me like you did baby? Repeatedly, angrily, wantonly taking me whenever the urge struck you last night?" I could only nod, watching you speak as naughtily as you did on the phone & cam calls we had before meeting. Your body jumped sharply, and you continued pumping rolling your unseen hips under me banging yourself faster, harder into the delight of your touching your own clitty and fingering your pussy.

"Was I the cocksucker of your dreams dearest? Did all the dicks I tasted, face-fucked and sucked off make me better than any porn queen you've ever seen?"

Another gulp and my acknowledgement: "Yes angel ... better than anyone I've ever seen, spoken to, or touched. No one was ever as good as you?"

My rhythm increased, the pounding a need, a deed, an accomplishment. I fist-fucked my own cock for you, groaning watching your face seeing your eyes flutter as you slid a finger inside yourself the response of you touching and teasing your own clitty as the other hand kept pumping inside you, my body unsure of how many fingers were inside you or if you had a fist buried inside that wet-velvet paradise.

I felt my body shake, and you were convulsing to your own orgasms, the liquid fire spreading between us on the towel-laden bathroom floor, watching you watching me, both masturbating, aching to please each other.

"Were you surprised you got so hard babe?" Her whispers were angelic touched of priapism to my cock, inducing madness with the erection. "Did you like being buried in my ass? Sodomizing me, making me your ass-fucked bitch in heat? Did you love how I wiggled as if I wanted you to stop, making you buttfuck me faster ... when all the time I just wanted you deeper inside my anus? Did you love it too much?"

She grinned, lewd and alive, the incredible tits jumping around in my vision, up and down, sending shockwaves into my mind, making me move faster, pump my cock harder, the rock in my grip sliding up & down like a pneumatic hammer, bouncing wildly, fucking my fist, wishing I could be wrapped up inside anything she offered me.

"Do you want to cum over me, coating me with your stickiness?"

I nodded, gasping, and then felt your fingers dancing on my buttocks; one finger slid over the lubed ring of my anus, still wet from your previous probing and the small trickle of sweat down my spine, and I felt the fingertip slide inside me. I gasped, eyes agog, body erect, watching you smile wickedly. A second later the tip stirred inside me, and I felt my jaw drop as my sphincter accepted the intrusion. 

Suddenly, the prostate flexed. You hadn't touched it yet but I knew my urgency was there and my cum jetted out of my dickhead, showering you in an arc of white, splattering your amazing tits & cleavage, frosting your nipples, and splashing onto the chin and lips. Your eyes glimmered in the morning light of the bathroom, a haze added to our morning masturbation, and then they flickered. A drawn out musty scent filled the room and as I pumped and squeezed the last of the cum from my fingers I saw your body jarred under me from your own orgasm.

Tenderly, you pushed me forward, over your craning lips, licking outward, suckling the tip of my cock, drinking the last dribbling drops you could from my vein. I groaned as you gently teasingly bit the tip, and then moaned as the cock now lay on your tongue, you nursing it back to life, loving it with your licks and desires, the eyes closed in the path of heaven we found.

"I love you," I said softly.

"I love you too," she replied. "I just hope my husband doesn't come home too soon again."

Can you hear that in your voice, the sigh in mine?

Do you want to hear it happening?