I woke up, as I usually did these days, on my side. Just a few weeks ago, I slept every night flat on my back. My once regular habit had turned to become the exception. Similarly, it was rare for the depth of my dreams to hold me for as long as they once had. Why would I wish to linger in my dreams, when reality had so much more to offer?
Three things rubbed against different parts of my body. Slightly tickling my nose, but primarily filling me with the scent of citrus and cherry, was the soft and wild black mane of Esther. A less pleasing sensation was that of her shirt between her back and my chest. Even now, she was more comfortable with it. Attempts to make her discard it advanced gradually. It took finely worded arguments and encouragements for her to try and many sweet nothings to distract her from herself.
I had no brainpower for any such words or maneuvers at the moment. The lifeblood that would have fueled such thoughts was concentrated in my morning wood. Against which, through no accident, the third thing grinded.
Esther’s bubble butt slid up and down along my exposed length. Each motion urged me to hasten my awakening. Pleasure always had been and would be the most effective way to motivate me. My eyes flew open and I was met with amber, yellow tinted eyes. “Morning, my Karitas,” she cooed. Her voice was like a taut silk string, wrapped seven times around me and pulling in the direction of her heart. It carried all of her affection for me and all of the sexiness of her dangerously gentle accent. It also carried with it a deep impatience. All mornings began with two of Esther’s cravings. Both were hungers and one I was solely responsible for awakening. Gladly, I took the task of satiating that desire.
“Morning, my Esther,” I whispered back and bowed over her to complete our morning ritual. Turning her head, she put her ruby red lips on offer. Our fingers intertwined. I once more staked my claim on all she was. It was just the two of us, together in the appropriately sized bed that completely filled my room.
Every day, I fell asleep here, with her nuzzled against me. Every day, she woke up before me. Every day, she woke me up, through gentle swaying and loving touches. Every day, we exchanged six words and a kiss.
From that kiss, I read what I would do next.
We started with a simple meeting of our lips. An almost innocent touch, a breath like a whisper, then the playful extension of her tongue. Soon the sounds of our breathing grew louder. Excited little gasps mingled with the smacking of our lips. My precum smeared on her flawlessly smooth skin, lubricating the gyration of her hips. Her hand reached over her shoulder and caressed the side of my face. Her teeth nibbled at my lower lip, a suggestion for me to do the same – or something more. She didn’t want to let me go, and invited me to fall even deeper into passion. I obliged.
The arm she had used as her pillow wrapped around her. I embraced her tightly. Very tightly. In the crevice of my elbow, I confined her neck. A pushing hand on my arm urged me to tense up a little more. I smirked, choking her while I reached down with my other hand.
I pulled away from the soft crevice between the spheres of her round bottom. A short sacrifice, made only so I could take hold of my cock and angle it properly. I was tempted to use her still virgin backdoor. A juvenile thought that passed through my hormone addled mind. No matter how passionate a morning, it was never appropriate to ram dry into a woman who had never felt that particular sort of pleasure. A little further and I found the distinguishing wetness of her pussy lips.
Esther’s spine arched away from me when I penetrated her quivering quim. Our kiss ended with a silent shout on her part. Wide agape, her mouth shaped words that never passed them.
“You’re so fantastically tight,” I whispered into her ear, slowly advancing deeper into her. The virgin tightness she had possessed weeks ago had gone. What replaced it was a snug, wet embrace that readily accepted me first thing in the morning. Every fold of her soaked cunt gripped me, the muscles of her athletic form shifting past the slippery walls. My cock, a not-so-foreign object, was practically pulled inside. A delightful development, on all accounts.
The squishing of her bubble butt against my groin marked that I was as deep as I could be. I simply stopped, sheathed inside her as much as the position allowed. Morning wood typically meant I was exceptionally sensitive and I didn’t want to cum too fast. Making her orgasm multiple times was the more desirable goal. To see her writhe was my joy. Optimally, my own release was either the last touch on a wonderful union or an occurrence in a prolonged session.
My hips remained unmoving, but my unoccupied left hand had plenty of chartered territory to explore once again. Starting at the bottom curve of her hourglass body, I travelled under her shirt and up the trembling side of her athletic midriff. Subtle muscles shifted under my fingers, until I reached further up. The firm proof of her healthy lifestyle was replaced by the abundant blessing of her alluring inheritance. I cupped her large breast, greedily sunk my fingers into the soft flesh until it spilled around them. A deep grunt was all that could escape Esther.
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Her face was getting redder and redder from the asphyxiation I forced on her. A simple loosening of my hold allowed her to breathe. She squandered the precious air on a loud moan. I didn’t need to look down to know that she was rubbing her clit. I could feel that massaging pressure distantly on my shaft. “You are a perfect, naughty nymphomaniac, were you aware of that, lady of my love?” She shuddered, my breath moving the hairs by her ear. “Impossible to believe you never even masturbated once before me.”
“You are a terrible influence,” Esther moaned, humour swinging in her sensuous voice. “Take responsibility for the pleasure you showed m-mhmm.” A pinch of her nipple cut her off. Where eloquent formulations were present one moment, only a low moan remained.
“I’ll take a lot – all that you offer me,” my baritone filled her ear. I twisted slowly and the masochist trembled. “Keep rubbing yourself, my dear lady,” I instructed her. Whatever words she had, I silenced them with renewed pressure on her throat. Her pussy gripped tighter. “Faster.” The distant rubbing against my shaft accelerated obediently. I bit her ear above the lobe. I let go of the pretty pink crown and watched her tit bounce once. Before the second jiggle, my fingers were sinking into the supple flesh again, disappearing in the seductive size. Fondling and groping her breasts one after the other, I helped myself to her body however I desired. “Cum for me.”
Esther curved her back. A writhing gesture, that delivered her chest deeper into my palm. The submissive offer was taken and I squeezed roughly. Down below, the pace of her fingers reached a fever pitch. Wet sounds overpowered my low grunts. She hastened herself to the fulfilment of my order. An intense shudder announced her first orgasm of the day. Spasms continued from there. She kicked a pillow. Grinded against my hand. Forced me to control her by tensing my chokehold. Her walls tightened all around my large cock, sending dangerous crackles of bliss up my spine.
“Good girl,” I purred affectionately into her ear. “Keep working your clit, while I take care of your tits and your tight cunt.” Those were the words, that preceded me fucking my girlfriend’s, my Queen’s, pussy properly. Quick and hard, I slammed against her ass, knowing no mercy and caring only for our pleasure. ‘If my lady wants a proper ravaging to start the day, then that’s what my lady gets,’ I thought with great glee.
Esther’s facial expression derailed under the constant impacts. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips quivered. What little breathing she got past my arm was shallow and desperate. Wanting to hear more of her, I let go of her throat. One rattling, deep inhale, was quickly followed by a drawn out, orgasmic shout as she came for the second time.
My concept of time was a whirl. The best tool I had was my drumming heartbeat, and I barely paid attention to that. All that mattered was the softness of her ass and tits, jiggling from each repeated impact and each indulging move of my hand. The fingers of my right hand hooked into her cheek. Stretched lips and partly exposed white teeth further twisted her expression towards debauchery. She licked my fingers graciously. Saliva dripped from her pointy fangs. Everything she currently showed was a dreamy contrast to her usually stern behaviour. This was the side of her that only I ever successfully invoked. The slutty, pleasure craving, erotic Esther that no man had been man enough to coax out of her prideful, demanding and industrious self. Both were here, neither contradicted the other, and both I was madly in love with.
Over and over I plunged into the depths of her gripping cunt. I was enchanted by the carefree screams she let out. They were a consequence of my actions and they weren’t just for me. Loud and shameless, she announced her pleasure to the world. Everyone could know what we were doing, for what we cared. What could they possibly think that we would not want them to? That we were both having the time of our lives? They were welcome to verify that fact.
Spontaneously, my left hand let go of her tits. The hand glided down her flat stomach, up to her hips and past where it had originally been. I gripped her thigh tightly, pulled it over my own to push deeper into her. It was almost as satisfying to hold as her tits. Muscles were covered by just the right amount of fat to make her legs nicely thick, without losing any of their smooth, hairless grace. Her breasts swayed freely. They rippled in response to the ploughing I was giving her.
Her sight, her scent, her sounds, they all intoxicated me, fuelled me as I came closer and closer to the edge. “I’m cumming,” I announced when it was inevitable.
“Inshide!” she slurred her agitated speech, pleasure and the fingers in her mouth transforming words into a mess. “I want your sheed inshide me, dohminahnt Karitash! Deep inshide meeeeeee!” Words failed and turned into barely coherent screams. They were no longer necessary anyways. The clapping sounds grew louder and more frequent. I strained my entire body for the final spurt, tensed what I could to prolong our bliss. Finally, all of my will was overcome by the urge to release.
Pressed completely against her fantastic ass once again, my cum pumped into her womb. White hot lightning filled my vision, the rush of blood and her screams filled my ears. Esther’s eyelids fluttered, her mouth was wide open and her tongue venerated my fingers. Her spasming pussy milked me of every drop I had to offer, the desire she had so openly proclaimed present in every fibre of her instincts.
With each pulse of my shaft, the roughness I had taken her with diminished. Gradually, the tension drained from me, until I released my grip on her thigh. My fingers retreated from her mouth and instead brushed gently over her neck. Our breathing calmed as the orgasms petered out.