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The Next Morning
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Next Morning
It's early morning, seven or so. Sleep came so soundly for me
that I discover I am more than well rested despite the evening's
activities, and awaken, restless once again for more of the
previous night's blissful encounters...
And there you are... not a bad looking sight either! The sheets
hang loosely off the bed to one side (yours, you cover hog! I
probably woke up because I was freezing!) and barely drape your
lower body. I can see a morning's erection, one of which you are
unaware in your slumber... and this certainly puts many ideas in
my head! Gently, ever so softly, I remove the sheets for a peek,
and just for a second, run my tongue around the head of your
penis, only wanting to have you feel me in your dreams. You stir
a bit, and roll over, and without realizing it, instinctively
slide yourself up and down on the mattress. I smile at the
thought of your cock in me, and wonder if it is me you are
slipping it into in your dreams! hmmmm........
Well... I'll let you sleep... for a bit. Off to a hot shower.
Quietly I tip toe to the bathroom, and run some really warm water
into the tub. You have a very wonderful shower spray, lots of
strong water pressure, and one of those pulsating shower heads.
Yummy. Invigorating sprays of volatile water course over my
body, tantalizing every pore, bringing my nerve endings to their
utmost sensitivity. To touch, to feel... to want, again and
again. Over and over. I laugh at myself, at this moment,
wondering why each sensation brings my mind back to you, and my
body back to your bed, to your strong arms, and into the depth of
your soul. It's a puzzle and a mystery, yes, but no need to
fight what feels so right!
Steam fills the room, hot mist settling and condensing over the
shower door, trickling down tiny droplets, making stripes of
dewmarks appear like the sweat of a heated night... like last
night. All this, everything, again reminds me of... you! Us!
I close my eyes, allowing the spray to run hard off the top of my
head, down my face, over my eyes, so that all I can hear is the
running water, all I can see is what I imagine behind closed
eyes, and all I can feel is what you have made me feel! Soap in
hand, I lather, with abandon, remembering while I do, your hands
on my breasts, caressing and prodding them... making them want to
feel more of your touch. I let the water pulsate on my
neck... and feel your lips again, coursing down to the very crook
where the shoulders meet the neck. How wonderful that felt!
With closed eyes, I arch my back and allow the water to christen
all of me. I fail to notice a slight breeze, a minor drop in room
temperature, as you deftly open the bathroom door... and enter,
hidden behind the steam, quietly, like a night stalker.
From behind me, you come to me. I am amazed how you have read my
mind again... I feel your warm soapy fingers, joining mine... you
take both my breasts in your hands, cupping them. My hands join
yours, encouraging you, pressing more firmly. I caress your
forearms, while you toy with my nipples, and they too respond,
erecting swollen peaks, reminding you that they are yours for the
touching, the asking, the taking. Like a contented cat, I rest
the back of my head against your shoulder, and whisper sweet
moanings of longing, rocking gently, as your mouth meets my
shoulders, your hands at my breasts, my arms up, reaching around
to your head, pulling you closer. Leaning back, I feel a surge
of strength behind me, between my legs, pressing against me,
slithering between the soapy hairs, searching for the soft lips
and the entry point that is the source of my ecstasy and your
desires.
With certainty and purpose, you take my arms and move them to the
wall at the head of the shower, causing my body to lean, just a
bit, bent slightly at the waist. Water pours fast from the
shower head, hard pulsating rushes of spray combine with the
power of your hands and fingers as you explore and tease my
pussy, sliding your cock about and around it... tempting me for
more, and more, till I can take no more! With the force of a
thousand jackhammers, you plunge, deep inside, rocking my entire
body with each thrust, bringing me closer to you with strong arms
and hands, pulling my hips in the direction of your cock to
settle yourself far down into the deep dark wet depths of my
pussy.
The sensation is insurmountable. Unprecedented. Monumentally
exotic and erotic. More thrusts bring bursts of "ohs" and "ahs"
and "mores!" Odd how bathrooms echo, and the sounds of our
lovemaking are intensified by the acoustics of the tile, which
drives us onwards to even wilder throes of animalistic frenzy.
Nearing climax, you move faster with a vigor of an adrenaline
powered warrior, plunging your man-sword furiously... and... OH!
I scream with delight as you push, full forced, and lodge your
cock at once into my depths, and hold there, while I cum around
your penis, squeezing you with each muscular contraction, over
and over and over, feeling the full length and body of you in me.
From there, you too are inspired to bring the situation to
fulfillment. The wetness of my pussy now is such that your penis
feels like it is swimming, in the tides of love's abandoned fury,
silkily caressing and massaging your shaft like warmed oil. So
you sink yourself well into the pool of love we have created,
driving and tunneling, and drenching yourself completely in me,
arching your back as you deepen yourself further, feeling the
very utmost end of the length of my vagina, and suddenly! Rushing
like the force of a waterfall, comes from you violent outpourings
of cum, pumping rhythmically, repeatedly, contracting and
pulsating, the rush of blood, the force of orgasm, the exhaustion
of a shower well spent!
Ah, you are too good for me! One woman never can truly deserve
so much joy!
We leave our shower together, freshened again and ready to face
another wonderful day together. I dry your back, lovingly, and
you do mine. But be careful, don't walk in front of me with that
bare ass... I am a talented towel thwacker!
Where would you care to go from here?
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