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Morning Exercise

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: emcefyrs Posted on: 17 Oct 2003 2 comments
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Fiction, loosely based on a wonderful weekend some years ago...You woke up at dawn and made your way to the bathroom in the gathering morning light. As you settled in on the throne, your thoughts went back to the night before, and a soft smile crossed your lips. It had been wonderful, both times, an evening both of you had needed, physically and emotionally. The first time, you'd been on top, impaled on his long, thick member, your ripe breasts bouncing freely as you squirmed and humped away on him, trying to drive his fullness into the very soul of your body. Your orgasm, when it came, was as deep and as long as his, and you'd felt every spurt of his throbbing cock as he'd spent his load of man-milk quenching the fire that had burned in your loins. Afterwards, you'd collapsed onto him, your breathing ragged, and you'd barely been aware of his hands caressing your shoulders and back and sliding down onto the cheeks of your shapely ass. When you'd finally regained control of yourself, you'd brushed your cheek against his and then found his mouth for a series of soft, gentle kisses before slowly raising up off his softening member. You didn't know now why you'd done it, but at the time, it had seemed perfectly natural to slide up and let his thick cream drain out of your tight puss onto his chest, where you'd then slowly and deliberately licked up every delicious drop, savoring the taste of your mixed juices, that special nectar only the two of you together could concoct.You'd cuddled for a long time afterwards, laying on your side against him, his arm under your neck, enjoying the closeness of his body, the feeling of his sinewy muscles against the softness of your body. From time to time, his hand had gently stroked your shoulder, arm, or hips, and now you wondered if perhaps the two of you had even dozed briefly, because somewhere along the line you'd realized that you both seemed to feel renewed, and the occasional light peck from his lips had become more of a true kiss, and you were responding in kind. And when his hand had slid down off your hip toward your crotch, you'd readily rolled onto your back to give him better access to your treasures. A few moments of gentle pressure from his fingers had started the fires burning inside you again, and when he'd shifted to mount you, you'd opened your legs wide for him, inviting his rejuvenated manhood into your hungry pussy. He'd slid down into you in one long stroke and lowered his body onto you. It had been a long, slow, love-making session then, full, passionate kisses, slow movements of his body as he pulled his penis up and almost out of you before sliding it in to the hilt again, and you'd lost track of how long he'd been in you before his movements had become faster, more demanding, and you'd found yourself eagerly thrusting your crotch up to meet his every plunge into you. He'd climaxed just as you did, but you'd only vaguely been aware of his cum spurting into you, so intense was your own orgasm. You'd stayed together for a long time afterwards before finally separating and falling asleep.Your morning task was completed, and as you waited for the tap water to warm up so you could wash yourself, you gently touched your puss. A bit tender, you mused wryly - I obviously got it good last night! Carefully, you ran the soft washcloth across your crotch until you felt clean, and then you returned to bed. Sleeping in was one of the real pluses of weekend mornings, and it was one you were going to take full advantage of.He was still asleep when you crawled back into bed, laying on his back, softly snoring now and then. Dreaming, too, you noted, judging from the movements of his eyelids, and the twitching of his penis. You watched in fascination as he became hard - it was something that had always excited you, something you knew you'd never tire of seeing. Such a beautiful member, attached to such a wonderful man! Wonder if he's dreaming of me? you asked yourself. Gingerly, you shifted on the bed and drew closer to his manhood. The desire to touch him, to caress him, to drain him of his precious liquid was becoming stronger the closer you got.Slowly, cautiously, you reached out and touched your fingers to his cock, not wanting to wake him just yet. When he didn't stir, you slipped your fingers around him. So smooth, so firm. And so hot! Briefly, you thought about mounting him, drawing this glorious shaft slowly into your tight little puss and milking him, squeezing him until he woke up, then torturing him until he begged for relief. But no, you thought, remembering the tenderness in your puss. Besides, this morning, what you really wanted was to watch his cum gush out of him, spurt after spurt of his thick, white cream spraying into the air and falling back onto his body. You grasped him more firmly now and began stoking him, slowly, deliberately, your fingers kneading him, pulling on him as your hand traveled up and down the length of his manhood.He stirred now, slightly, his dream becoming more vivid as the sensations caused by your hand reached his subconsciousness. A smile formed on his lips, and you smiled too, knowing that your hand was becoming the source of his pleasure, the instrument that would soon bring him to a wondrous orgasm. You wondered what feelings, what thoughts, what sensations were flowing through his dreamworld as you increased the tempo of your movements. Would this be like a wet dream to him, would he awaken thinking that he'd had such a dream, realizing only after reaching full consciousness that you had masturbated him? What would it feel like to him, to waken as he climaxed, his first conscious thoughts those of his semen rushing up his shaft and out of his body, his cock throbbing as he expelled his glorious white cream? Momentarily you slowed down, and then you resumed your pace. Somehow, an ache was building in your clit, as though the need growing in his body was somehow transferring itself into your hand and down into your own love bud. You stroked harder now, faster, your hand and your fingers becoming more demanding on this wondrous member of his, and you suddenly knew your efforts were going to be rewarded very soon. Up, down, harder, and there it was! His cum shot out, spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum, spewing like lava from a volcano. A quick glance told you he was awake, but your attention was more focused on his throbbing cock and it's offering. You watched, your eyes almost glazed, as he continued to gush, and when you knew he was spent, you quickly scooped some of his cum up in your hand and plunged it down between your legs to your puss and your aching clit. A few quick strokes was all it took.