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Morning People
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.
Morning People
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Slowly I came to know the chambers of your heart. At first I saw the
playfulness, the joy, the sometimes hurt. Then I have come to know the
depth of feeling, the caring, the sensitivity, the inventiveness, the
wonder with which you take up each new thing and hold it to yourself.
Your hair is fine and delicate. How many times I have seen it through
my half-lidded eyes, plastered against your neck by the sheen of passion
as we sway and rock together in that age-old dance of love. The skin of
your neck is soft to the touch, softer to my lips as I graze them,
tasting the salty sweat of our passion. I love to whisper in your ear,
your delicate shell-like ear, stopping to run my tongue around the whorls
as I tell you in paning whispers just what I'm going to do to you, you
tasty morsel.
I love to feel you close to me, my long arms reaching round to touch you
in surprising places. Sometimes, impatient for the cock, you writhe
under my weight, your breasts sliding on my hairy chest. A few drops of
oil on your breasts combine with the sweat and we slide easily on each
other. I pin you to the bed with the weight of my chest and you groan
and arch your neck invitingly. Not distracted, I take your breast in my
mouth, licking and nibbling your sensitive nipples, licking underneath
to your rib cage, then down to the tenderloin, that place on the side of
your abdomen that suffers under the wide strokes of my tongue. Your
hands are clenched and your stomach is heaving. You said once you get a
hungry sensation almost like cramps.
Sometimes you are too impatient, but this morning, taking mercy, I stoke
my longest middle finger slowly up the crack of your pussy. You arch
and present it for my pleasure. I stroke along it several times,
feeling the slickness between your lips, gathering it on my finger, then
flicking lightly over your pleasure bud. You let out a groan of
frustration and your muscles tense. Your pussy humps itself up in the
air trying to attract more of the delicious fingers. Hah, greedy little
cunt, lips puffy with anticipation, muscles straining, waiting for the
cock.
Well, for now you must be satisfied with my fingers as they probe
between your lips. I can feel the texture of your inner membranes
change as I move my middle finger back and forth drawing out your gasps
of obvious enjoyment. I lean over and play my tongue over your clitoris
and down the inside of your thighs. You groan again louder and more
urgent no longer content with just one finger. Sliding my right hand
under your raised hips I caress the fleshy half-moons of your ass, my
fingers alternately soft, then hard and insistent. You shudder and go
still, the moment I have been waiting for. I withdraw my one finger
from your pussy and start working two of them between the engorged lips
of your cunt. You sigh and rest down your ass onto my other hand,
gasping as you feel my middle finger slide along your crack and brush
your sensitive anus. Lifting up again you plunge your greedy cunt onto
the two fingers from above, then down to rub against the one below.
I can tell from your groans and cries that your senses are flooding now
with the sensations. I reach further with my under-hand and spread your
vaginal lips wider. Again you arch your back and hump your pussy to
enjoy the gentle probing of the fingers. Oh yes, those long fingers,
the ones you watch sometimes as they pick up my drinking glass or hold
my book. I know you watch them sometimes fascinated by the muscle
memory of them stuffed up inside you.
My lower hand withdraws again, fingers slipping slowly down beside your
cunt. I tap a gentle rhythm against the flesh of inner ass cheeks, the
soft tender place beside your pussy. I watch in amazement as your flesh
yields to my fingers, sliding in and out with them. Your cunt is now
accustomed to the invaders and they slide easily in and out of you. You
are so beautiful!
The foam and juice from your cunt is running down your crack nd your
movements become stilled, all your body waiting in tense anticipation as
you imagine where my hand is heading. You knew it was going there all
along, but now it hovers close. I stroke my finger oh so gently across
smooth skin just behind your cunt coming teasingly close to my
objective. I listen to the keening sounds you make as I continue to
slide my finger around and about always just missing the spot. You
groan with severe frustration and shake your hips, conscious again of
the two fingers plugging your cunt.
I relent and gently rub over the brown knot of muscle. Your moans of
pleasure and barely satisfied anticipation are louder now. You let out
a low laugh of sheer joy when you know that I will finally touch you
there. "Yes!!" is the only word. Sometimes I just tease without
satisfying, but this time the pleasure is certain. You gasp as my
finger presses more firmly against your anus. Your belly is shaking
with pleasure and your hips are moving up and down. Your ass-hole is
still unyielding of its treasures, so I place my finger firmly against
it and then bend down to lash your clitoris with my tongue. You draw
back in surprise then gasp again as you realize your ass has how
accepted the intruding finger.
You feel yourself invaded front and back and your head falls to the
side. There is no need to be embarrassed, but the old feelings die hard.
I smile in love, then bend again to the task at hand. Your sphincter
clenches around the end of my finger as my other hand fucks you in
front, sawing relentlessly. I raise my thumb and rub it slowly across
your lips at thefront. I position it, so that as I thrust in and out
it rides across your clit. Your inner tissues soften again and gush
forth a new supply of slippery juice. My finger, stuck to the first
knuckle up your ass is awash in the foam running slowly down your crack.
I move my finger in your ass, withdrawing it just a bit to hear your
gasp then sliding it in again. Your sphincter is accepting me now as
your pussy churns and twitches. I have reached the second knuckle.
You roll your hips and I plunge my finger in all the way. You scream
with the final sensations.
Your chest is flushing in that tell-tale way and your head rolls back
and forth. My two fingers are stuffed between your pussy lips, my thumb
is massaging your clit and my other hand is enjoying the feeling of your
ass. Your belly heaves and your muscles clench and strain. Your breath
hisses in your nostrils and your heels are grinding into the bed. You
ball your fist in your mouth to stifle your groans. Suddenly the dam
breaks and you come joyfully, tearfully with a shriek and then a shout
of joy. Your pussy and ass strain in all directions against my hard
fingers, my thumb presses just so against your clit and I am watching
from close up the intense joy of your orgasm.
We lie gently entwined for minutes as your muscles relax and your mind
comes back to the early morning feeling of the breeze from the open
window. You start, surprised and wondering, then laugh with the thought
of others hearing our mingled joy.
You let out a little whimper as the invading finger leaves your ass,
then the others withdraw from your pussy. I gently kiss your mons and
inner thighs, and you close your thighs, muscles relaxing finally. Now
I lie beside you and whisper in your ear about my love for you and
caring and the feelings at which I am amazed.
I love you my dear beautiful friend. Deeply and as surely as the sun
just rising. We will rest a little while, then go have some fruit for
breakfast. Then perhaps later on in the morning you will come again
into my arms and we will feast of the pleasures we share.
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