I woke up with a foggy feeling. I wasn’t alone, my girlfriend was thrashing around mumbling, whipping her head back and forth. I pulled her close and started stroking her. “Carrie, my love, wake up.” I said it softly, while I wondered, are you supposed to wake someone from a bad dream?
Her eyes flew open and she struggled, a wild expression on her face. I hugged her and kissed her neck.
It was my bad dream, the one I have all too often. I was running. They were after me. I fell. They had me. My eyes flew open. Had to get away. He kissed me and I felt my head clear some. I relaxed and sighed. Then I laughed quietly. What must he think?
I felt her relax and then felt her laugh. I couldn’t hear it. I felt her body bubble. It was very sexy. “Ok, you’re safe. It’s Ok.” I stroked her wild hair from her face and kissed her cheek.
I turned to face him, his face was loaded with concern. I felt my heart ache. His hair was rumpled up and there was a big lipstick smudge on his cheek from last night. I remembered some wild passion and trembled. I pushed myself against him.
She rolled over to face me and then I felt her tremble. It wasn’t like the laugh, this was libidinous. I felt myself getting hard. She hugged me close. I felt her breasts flatten against my chest. “Are you Ok?” I felt her hug me harder.
I felt him harden against me. “Jimmy I’m Ok. Sorry; bad dream.” He stroked my back, it felt wonderful. I felt safe the vestiges of the bad dream vaporized back to the hell they came from. I pushed back enough to see his face, the concern still there, but fading, a tentative smile on his face, and a big red lipstick smear on his cheek. The incongruity made me laugh for real.
She leaned back a little forcing her lower half tighter against me, which was a pleasant progression, things were headed the right way. I felt myself get harder. She laughed for real this time, I could see her breasts wiggle. I felt a blush. “What?”
I saw him blush. It was precious. “I marked you.” I made a grab and came up with my bra and wiped the smear off his face. When he saw the red on my bra he grinned.
When I saw the red smear on her bra, my first thought was blood, but then the color was so brilliant I realized it had to be lipstick. Last night was like that, so I grinned. I had a wicked thought. “Shit, if my girlfriend saw that I’d be a dead man.” I saw her face shift and get a little wilder.
I looked at his grin and saw the twinkle in his eye, jokey is home I thought. “WHAT!” might as well play along.
I grinned, “Good thing you’re my only girlfriend.” She sighed and pushed me away.
I figured turnabout was fair play, “Let me get my Taser. Jokes likes that deserve quick punishment. Fifty thousand volts to the ass seems appropriate.” He rolled me over and kneed my legs apart and pushed ever so slowly into me. I felt my mind fog.
I pushed slow watching her face. “What’s your hurry?” I gave her a couple of slow thrusts. I felt it hit me. “Oh god you’re so sexy, I’m going to cum.” I tried to hold it, but knew it was impossible so I pushed as deep and hard as I could.
I felt him thrust deep and start to cum. I felt so powerful and wonderful. This amazing strong man brought low, blown away, by me. I grabbed him and hugged him as hard as I could, I felt my toes curl and then I came. I tensed all over. I felt an ache, he so big, it hit me again.
I felt her respond. She tensed and pushed up against me. I felt like my whole body was going to shoot up into her. I felt her dig her fingernails into my back. I took a deep breath and collapsed onto my forearms and kissed her. I tried to laugh. “Maybe I’ll skip my morning-dozens, do a few dozen inverted crunches with my nympho girlfriend. Seems like a plan, what do you think?” I sashayed a couple of crunches pulling out and pushing deeper with each one. I wasn’t getting soft. Seems like my junior partner missed his line, oh well, I’ll just have to make do.
I had to laugh again. “Dozens? In your dreams you preemie pervert.” Crunches felt good. I tried, but his body held me down.
I bent down and kissed her lips, “Seems like that’s where all this started, might as well go with it.” I started banging away. Low risk this soon, I felt her try to help. She felt really well lubricated from all the juice from me and her, I just wasn’t getting anywhere, so I pulled out and wiggled down to drink the bounty.
He pulled out and clamped onto my pussy like a lamprey. No doubt sucking his cum out of me. It felt outstanding. “Lip exercises don’t count, you’re going to lose your pump pokey. Come up here and share with me.”
I did as commanded, being sure to retain a big sample. I made the scene, got a lip lock, and delivered the package. She jammed her tongue deep in my mouth, and pulled my head against her with both hands. Junior felt the smooth wet caress of her verdant field and hid his face deep. She hit me with some rapid pelvic action which made wild squishy sounds.
I felt her start banging away, giving junior a good stroking. “You pump a mean pelvis, Aphrodite. Perhaps a little aerobic exercise is called for.” I began banging as fast as I could having to breathe deep and fast to keep my head from exploding. I felt junior start to lose it. “Oh god Carrie this one’s going to hurt!” I blew and it hurt so good.
He went wild and started banging away. I felt possessed. He owned me and filled me. I hit a wall and exploded into outer space.
I collapsed on top of her, my forearms failed their duty. Sweat was flowing. I was having trouble breathing fast enough. I went soft, almost instantly, my crotch ached. I rolled off of her my back stuck to the sheets. I raised up onto my elbows and looked at her. Her hair was plastered on her face and wildly strewn around the pillow. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open taking deep breathes. Her normally very fair skin, flushed red. Her nipples glared at me begging. I decided that they deserved attention. Shifted my position and started in on the proximal one with my mouth the distal one had to make do with my fingers. The bed was a mess of sweaty sheets, but I didn’t care.
I came back from outer space to some rather pleasant nipple action, in a chilly lake of sweat. I looked at him; he glistened. His forelocks plastered to his face. I felt the roughness of his beard on my breast. I got my breath under control. My body ached pleasantly from the massive tetanizing orgasm, which blasted me into oblivion. I had a thought, “Too bad about your vasectomy lovey dovey, that should have been memorialized in flesh.”
I released her nipple, “I lied about that, prospective mommy. Perhaps the memorial has been executed; who knows.”
I smiled, “I figured as much. Well, you’re just going to have to give me a repeat performance then tomorrow. I need to be primed and ready for the spike.”
I squeezed her breast, “Perhaps we should swim to shore and take a shower my flushing toothy. We can discuss the prudence associated with the seduction of a poor innocent boy without due disclosure of possible collateral consequences.” I got up and peeled the sheet that stuck to me off.
His comment about swimming drove home the uncomfortable state of the bed. Good thing I installed the plastic barrier sheet, as advised by my sister so long ago. My mattress would have had to be burned years ago. I rolled and peeled. “Seems to me the marriage ceremony provided sufficient notice of possible risk associated with fucking your former girlfriend.”
I smiled at her, “You mean I’m married? Oh yea, I do remember a rather large gathering in which I was dragged hither and yon, directed to speak, stand, smile, kiss, eat and other odd rituals. Sorry I was out of it for most of the day. Couldn’t get my girlfriend out of my mind.”
I went over to him and put my arms up to try to wrap them around his neck, he’s a bit tall so I can’t quite do it. He bent his knees to help. “I had similar issues with my boyfriend, but he ran off, leaving you to take over.”
I hugged her to me and stood up, pulling her feet off the floor. “I think my girlfriend split with your boyfriend. I hope his insurance is up to date, she’s really hard to satisfy. I suppose she left you to handle the tedious details of the gathering. I’m real happy with the substitution. I have an absolutely wicked idea, suppose we keep it dark and live happily ever after my princess?”
I kissed his chest, the position being somewhat precarious, unless I wanted to take up pole climbing. He realized my difficulty, grabbed my ass and pulled me up for a proper lingual suasion. It was most satisfactory. “After due consideration my prince, I agree. Those two are gone for good; me thinks. We might as well assume their roles.”
I leaned forward and blew a raspberry on her neck. “On one condition, I get to wash both back and front during our absolutions.”
I squirmed a bit, giving my tits a thrill. “As if you wouldn’t have anyway. You should also consider taking care of the middle, I plan to.”
I laughed at her offer, “Those parts did get a little soiled. I will endeavor to execute proper cleaning operations, in the hopes that the vanguard have started the climb to immortality and will not be inconvenienced.”
I thought that was a Nobel thought. “Not to worry my prince. We’ll send a rescue party later this evening to make sure they made it to the Promised Land.” We made it to the bathroom and he put me down.
I popped open the shower and set the temperature while my distaff half took junior in hand. I stepped into the stream and she followed fortunately being reluctant to release my worn out friend. “You better not be planning further excitement for my friend. He needs a rest you nympho princess.”
I pushed him up against the wall and commences cleaning his better half with my mouth. Even in its soft state it is quite a mouth full. The flavor was good as was the smell, male musk always makes my peach juice. Between gobbles I looked up and licked up to his belly button. “Good flavor. Too bad Baskin Robins doesn’t have it.”
That was so outrageous I started to laugh. “My god princess, we could be millionaires. Today’s flavor is the nectar of Aphrodite, with chocolate swirls.”
I laughed back while performing my function no doubt causing a somatic disturbance in my victim. The object of my ministration got a bit larger and firmer. “I think my favorite will be Male Musk, with cum swirls, sweat crystals, and Female glazing.”
I felt junior tremble at the thought, “Please leave junior to his rest, or at least apply some soap. He’s already aching.” She gave me a prodigious suck and then grabbed the soap and went to work. It didn’t improve things.
I felt him get harder as I worked the soap, bringing up a good froth. I pulled back his foreskin using my other hand to hold the shaft straight as it wasn’t hard enough to squeeze. I worked his helmet while I cleaned the soft white usually protected by his foreskin. “You know bud, your tan has a major flaw down here. I think we should do a little exercise on the beach and try to remedy it.”
I shuddered at the thought. “I think I’ll forego tanning in that area. I’ll bet a sunburn would be uniquely painful. It will have to be our little secret. Beach exercise sounds good however. I don’t think your female equivalents will get much sun, however.”
I laughed at the thought, “You could just hold me open, apply coconut oil, and nap, sailor.”
Gods oiled pussy, the very idea was shockingly wicked. I felt junior pulse, it hurt as expected. “Woman release and rinse before I rupture a blood vessel.” She let me go and grabbed the hand sprayer, this one had a water pick enhancement, which should be sold under the by line, Woman’s Stress Release Option. She adjusted it to put out a soft spray and went to work.
I grinned as I finished my first stop on my planned maneuvers. I think a little heat reduction to focus the victim on his part of the maneuver was in order. I turned the sprayer away from the battle field adjusted the setting to cold and hosed off the field. His better half contracted with remarkable speed to its normal, somewhat alarming relaxed dimensions.
The cold water hit me and I felt my balls try to visit home. I put my hand over the spray head deflecting most of the water while turning. I tried to take it away from her without success. “Christ save me, that was uncalled for.”
I laughed, “If you’ll pole the playing field, Hun, I think you find a significant reduction in pressure and a parallel reduction in ache. You need that to perform your part of this task before I finish my part.”
I had to concede her point. It probably would have been torture to wash her off without her untimely aid. I wasn’t going to let on however. “I think you owe me a reward for that trick. You enjoyed it, I’ll wager.”
I grinned as I stood up and rubbed my tits against the bottom of his pecks. “Careful what you wish for sailor, it might hurt in your weakened condition.” I think my nipples were making my point. He stood up straight, grabbed the soap and indicated a pirouette so he could wash my back. I complied.
I went to work on her neck, shoulders, back, and ass. I avoided the medial caudal playground, figuring that for the finish.
He started washing my backside, with devilish skill. I began to vibrate. “You have some skill as a bathing assistant sailor. Where did you acquire training?”
I grinned and applied my lips to her neck. “It’s a natural talent. My sainted mother advised me to use it sparingly as it would complicate my life.” I knelt and worked over her legs and thighs, giving her playground wide berth. I stood remaining behind her and applied the soap to her frontal thorax, she trembled in appreciation.
His hands rubbed my nipples to painful attention applying the soap liberally, and then they departed to other pastures performing their magic. I could feel his package bumping my sacrum. I felt these alignment issues to be the only down side to our physical compatibility. His amazing strength more than compensated for these issues however. He reached for the sprayer. “Oh no, buster, that is off limits. I’m not putting myself in harm’s way.”
I smiled, I’ll bet she doesn’t think this through. “I promise to leave the settings at a comfortable elevated temperature, no need to plagiarize the material of another professional. In any case the soap must be removed before it leaches the luscious oils from your skin.”
I considered his promise and decided to trust him. “Okay, my Knight. You may proceed.” I handed the sprayer to him, he adjusted it to a higher temperature than the mainstream and began rinsing off my back. His free hand stroking me quite effectively. The tingles decided to homestead their new found digs, and started building cabins and reproducing with alarming fecundity. I felt my knees start to buckle.
I felt her start to slide. I pinched her ass. “Be strong princess were almost home.” I had to suppress a laugh, she has no idea. I went to work on her frontal area deeming a rinse of her legs and arms to be superfluous as they were sufficiently exposed to the mainstream. I gave her an occasional spank to keep her upright. “Stay focused princess.”
He spanked me and I felt my peach squirm in Pavlovian response. It kept me from sliding to the floor so I didn’t complain. His hands were spreading the tingle infection to every corner of my domain. He knelt behind me and soaped off my pussy, taint, and asshole. He shoved the soap slightly into my rosebud, it felt wonderus. I felt my knees give and he slapped my ass. It helped, but my pussy wanted more.
I felt her knees buckle again and slapped her ass a bit harder than previously, I hope it didn’t hurt. I figured time for a bit of internal cleansing. I dialed the sprayer up to maximum massage. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and applied the sprayer point blank to her rosebud. She jerked, but my grip kept her upright.
The force of the sprayer hit my anus and drove me off the edge. I put my hands against the wall of the shower and rocked on his hand. My pussy was on maximum, the tingles dug in and mutated into endorphic ecstasy. I gave off a massive moan.
I fingered her pussy as it vibrated, and she moaned most gratifyingly. I figured another trip into outer space, followed by galactic annihilation should finish my part of the exercise.
I felt the feeling fade, but right on its heels came another endorphic blast. His fingers we working overtime, extending the event. I screamed.
I felt her convulse again. Her scream hurt my ears and I grinned, time for the blow off. I reversed my tools reaching around her with the sprayer and slipping my fingers into her ass.
As I caught myself for another scream he pulled his fingers out of my pussy reversed the sprayer and hugged my leg to him as he slipped his fingers into my ass. Good thing I took the deep breath, I screamed as my orgasm annihilated my sensorium.
I felt her go off and dropped the sprayer and stood up grabbing her under her arms as she went flaccid hefting her up I got my hands on her ass and turned her to the wall shielding her from the mainstream. Junior was beginning to take an interest, but I sent negative thoughts his way. It would be a fool’s errand to attempt that so soon. I felt her revive and her arms went around my neck. I figured that was it for absolutions so I carried her out of the shower and laid her down on the luxurious bath mat her digs sported. I turned off the shower and grabbed a big fluffy towel and started drying her off. I worked the towel over myself time permitting and then reached up to the sink grabbed the oversize comb. I sat her up and held her between my legs, wrapped the towel around us, and started the laborious process of combing the tangle out of her wet mop of dark silk.
I felt warm and secure in his arms the towel trapping our body heat make a warm humid sensual cocoon. His kind ministrations to my hair disaster made my heart swell. I started to cry. I wanted to kiss him, but his attentions and the cocoon quashed all voluntary action.
I felt her sob slightly and turned her head to see the tears. I kissed her. Eventually I managed to untangle her hair and the comb passed through its full length of wonder. It was wet and stringy but attached to this amazing soft, warm woman, my wife. I dropped the comb and hugged her close. Time stopped.
I felt my tears dry up as he finished my hair and I felt myself falling asleep. His arms were holding my back pressed against him, my legs gathered up against my breasts. His legs crossed under me, all of him radiating love and security to my sated frame. My head lolled to the side and I jerked waking up.
I felt her jerk and them my stomach growled exceedingly loud. This struck us both as extremely inappropriate so we started laughing a little hysterically. I tossed the towel in the hamper and stood up. The blast of evaporative cooling waking me up, I saw her snap to as it affected her as well, she stood up and punched me lightly in the stomach.
I laughed at his faux pa, “Why don’t you go put the sheets in the laundry whilst I dry my hair and start food prep before that cavern in your gut drives you to irrational behaviors. Should you finish your mission ahead of me, you may start the coffee, most esteemed husband.”
I nodded, “Sounds like a plan most prescient cave mother. I’m a growing boy in need of sustenance.”
I cringed at the growing part, “I think your growth is quite sufficient. Perhaps I should limit you to coffee and dry bread.”
I grinned, “We seek to please. I may have to eat you if food is not forthcoming. I go to execute your orders goddess.” I went back to the bedroom and started pulling off the sheets.
I started to dry off my hair. I picked up the hair dryer and set it on low, began blowing and combing. Long hair takes time, which I’ve begrudged many times, but never acted on. “Your lips are going to fall off, I guess I’ll have to feed you to keep your strength up. We still have a long way to go before your mission is accomplished my well hung stallion.”
I called back from the bedroom, “We could just wait and see most gravid seductress. Take a breather as it were.” I had the sheets in hand and recovered from the paroxysms of laughter at the plastic under sheet.
I shook my head, “Not on your life, I expect two weeks of hedonistic fornication. I may let you rest for a day when you pass your test, though don’t count on it. I want to feel most thoroughly fucked by your fat rod when the blue lines cross.”
I had to laugh, “Most horny nympho princess, you realize our efforts after a few days from now will be totally vacuous vis-à-vis the test and your future motherhood.” I took the sheets into the laundry, finding the washer empty I stuffed them in and fed it some soap, per the manufactures recommendation clearly marked and turned the sucker on. I made it back to the kitchen and started the coffee ritual.
I finished the blowing phase and began the brushing phase of my hair treatment after applying a scented oil to the brush. “As that may be most protuberant one, I don’t expect you’ll be able to take much of a breather in any case if this morning is a leading indicator.” I took a breather and applied some rouge to my cheeks and nipples slipped on a fresh white nearly transparent negligee. I went back to stroking my hair, not having reached my nominal goal of one hundred.
I finished the coffee ritual and executed the proper hand gestures, doing obedience to the gods of caffeine. I returned to the bathroom and perceived my princess still busy with her toilet and picked up the towels and other laundry. I made it back to the washer, it was on the first spin so I dumped the load into the pending work and returned to the commander for further orders.
I finished my hair chore, stood up and went to the sink to clean off the brush, old hair and hair oil make obscene combinations given liberty. I put the cleaned tools back on the vanity and turned as my knight entered so I struck a subtle pose going for the jugular.
I rounded the turn into the bathroom and was accosted by a vision from God, my mind went blank and my hands hung down. She walked toward me, causing every part of her to rip gaping holes in my composure. When she got close she stopped with her breasts just touching my chest, I could smell her hair and perfume mixing. “Mother of God, that outfit is obscene. Worse than naked.” I reached out to hold her.
“As you were, sailor. You may look, and I may touch, but your hands are not permitted to touch until I release you. If I release you.” I had plans for the evening, he should be a batch of seething hormones when I finally jump his bones.