another man dreams of waking oceania
of being fucked, sucked, sexed by the mistress of peacockblue
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Wakey, wakey! I imagine we are, of course, laying together in bed. I am on my side and you are cuddling to my backside, spoon fashion. It had been a particularly memorable night the night before. We were celebrating something or other, perhaps the 1 millionth visitor to your web site, or something. Anyway, we had sought and broken our old records for the number of times we both had pleasure, so we were both exhausted, but very, very happy. I awoke before you, and was enjoying the feel of your firm breasts and warm body pressed against mine. Your arm coiled lazily across my chest, one leg snuggling itself between mine. After a minute or two, you stirred, breathed deep and rolled over. Not moving away, just changing position. I remembered I had written you this little message before we had met and decided now to try to wake you the way I had in the e-mail I had sent, so long ago. I knew we would both need fluids after last night, so I slipped silently out of bed to get myself some OJ and brought some back with me for you, as well as one other thing from the kitchen. (Quick trip to the john here to avoid interruptions later.) I slid back between the sheets, now quite awake and intent on my little game with you. I slid up close to you, spoon fashion again, and snuggled in, laying my semi firm cock lightly, without intruding, between your buttocks. Wrapped an arm around you, and buried my face in your hair, to breathe deep of your scent. My hand found one of your luscious breasts and began lazily to stroke the soft yielding flesh of it's roundness. Now with my finger tips, now with my nails, gently teasing the skin, then with the flat of my hand. Giving you the variety of sensations I knew you liked, at least while awake. Your nipple began to firm up and you moved more firmly into me, exciting my cock with the promise of what lay ahead. I begin to tease your other breast and to work my way slowly down the flat of your belly, just above the belly button, and back to the excitement of your twin pleasure centers, keeping up my rounds until both nipples were firming up to bright, shiny points. I begin to back away from you and you awakened slightly, rolling now onto your back and stretching your arms above your head. My hand travels boldly down to narrowly miss your heavenly cleft and instead caresses first one, and then the other thigh. A smile crosses your lips and I know you are either faking being asleep or enjoying a little dream, so I decide to press on. I brush fingers lightly over nipples, trippng easliy down your body, and lightly over your clit. Watching you squirm slightly with each contact. I decide to try some lubrication, and lick a finger before sliding it quickly over your clit again. The rapid intake of your breath tells me I am on the right trail. Your legs part, just slightly, inviting more complete access. I continue gently caressing your precious love button and the mons surrounding it, reveling in the shaved pussy you are so proud of, and I enjoy so much. My interest in this game is increasing, and I decide to see how far you will let me go before waking. I rise off the bed and move over you, facing you while supporting all my weight on my feet and hands. Well, maybe not ALL of my weight. There seems to be a bit that just HAS to rest lightly on your sweetest spot, so I encourage it by letting it rub your now damp clit. I watch your face intently for the slightest sign that you're awake, but you betray none as i ease my way down and position my tongue. The first light flicks of my tongue on your soft, sweet clit are met with raising hips and parting legs. I press the point, and am soon licking you deeply, with gusto, from the spot between anus and vagina, to the tip of your clit. Your eyes may pretend that you're sleeping, but your pussy is wide awake. You rotate your hips slightly with each drag of my tongue, enjoying the pleasure I give you with (almost) no effort on your part. My tongue darts into your precious puss, enjoying the musky smell and stickiness of it (you had cleaned up after the fun of last night, which I enthusiastically appreciate right now). You seem to enjoy the tongue fucking also, raising hips to meet my thrusts to get it inside as deep as possible. I decide to bring in some of the other pleasures I found. First I replace my tongue with a finger, to keep up the rhythym and your interest. My other hand finds the chilled can I brought fromm the kitchen and shakes it up a little more. Your eyes are still closed against the pleasure fom my fingers as I move my body to your side. I drag my teeth over the taut skin of your breast, teasing and nipping at the hard nipple. I begin to suck it in earnest as I squirt just about a tablespoon of creamy, white, cold whipped cream onto the other, dry nipple. This makes you writhe even more, until I relieve your tiny moment of pain with the warmth of my mouth and suck the sweet cream up with one pouf. I give the other breast a taste of that. squirting much more onto it, as it is already warmed from the attention of my teeth and tongue just moments before. I leave that to melt and cover both precious breasts with a small mound of the creamy stuff. You can no longer even pretend to sleep, but your laughing eyes and broad smile encourage me to keep eating. My hand leaves your pussy so I can support myself while dining on this marvelous treat, which I polish off in moments. I save some in my mouth and bring it to you in a wet, warm, cold, sweet, slobby kiss on the lips, which you return with gusto. We part and I gaze into your lovely eyes, promising to finish this little breakfast and to complete the task I have just started. I move slowly south again, with the whipped cream, to make a parfait of your most sensitive and tasty regions, which I spend the next minutes licking clean, racing with the cream which is melting quickly on your hot little body, running into all sorts of interesting places I have to track it down in. In the process, of course, I find and torture a familiar little spot of flesh, getting it as hard as a finger and nearly as big. I concentrate on that, and on the hot, dripping puss you present me with, which greedily takes the fingers I slide easily into it. Slowly at first, but with growing urgency after a few short strokes as I feel your body buck and writhe against my tongue and fingers. Quickly your body comes to near orgasm, after the practice it has so recently had. I slide up and enter you effortlessly, you are completely hot, wet, horny and willing for my 8 inch cock to impale you again. I begin to stroke with you, feeling your clit insist itself into my pubic bone with each thrust. Treasuring the soft squeezes your love box gives my cock. I begin to talk dirty for you. "Yeah baby, fuck that cock, baby. That's right. fuck it good". we move together like a well rehearshed broadway dance number. Never bored or half hearted. Always revelling in the moment by moment sensations that mark our every coupling. I whisper a suggestion in you ear and your eyes open. You stare deeply into my eyes and nod your head quickly. We begin a move we haven't tried for many moons. I lean back slightly and you raise your leg closest to the edge of the bed. I bring up my knees and assist getting your leg up, straight, and bring it to my head. you've begun to turn, following the turn of your hips, and I am straddling your other leg when I pause you here, still deep inside you, and begin to stroke your hot pussy from here. The new angle sends messages up your body you never remember having felt before, but you really like. Just a dozen or so deep thrusts to keep the interest up. Then I continure turning you over till you face away from me. My cock hasn't left your pussy and you are now facing the bed with me behind you. I pull you up to your knees and we continue fucking, doggy style, getting me as deeply in you as you ever remember me being. Both of us loving every second of it. After a short while I press you harder. You straighten your knees and I pin you to the bed, ramming my cock deeply in you finding those spots you love me to hit. You are near orgasm, but I sense this and don't let you go, not just yet. I pull your legs together with mine and begin to roll again, keeping you with me until I'm on my back on the bed, with you facing the ceiling on top. My cock is still deep in you. I aide you in sitting up and you bend your knees for the fifth position this morning. You are sitting on me and facing away. This gives you a lot of control and you use it. Fucking my cock until your knees grow weak with the effort, fingering your clit with one hand while the other seeks to keep you from toppling. You have to stop or drop and so now we move to the next position. You slowly turn to face me, still impaled on my loving member, and then slide your legs down to relieve your knees. You stare into my smiling face, knowing we are both so near to completion, torn between the mighty climax and the intense pleasure of the fuck, you are unsure whether to finish us both off, or to fuck me until we collapse, exhausted, again. I encourage you with a soft "go baby, go" and a "Fuck that cock, baby" and you know I am asking for the climax. You smile back, close your eyes, and we begin those moves and squeezes and hip tilts that please your pussy, my cock, your clit, my eyes, your tits, my hands and both of our souls. We finally come in a simultaneous huge climax. Drenching each other with our love juices, hugging, laughing, crying, shuddering, loving. You tremble for minutes afterward, held in my tender embrace, and I in yours. You straighten your legs, but that is the last thing you remember, as we both fall asleep in that position, waiting for the next time we awake, entwined in each other arms, and intensly aroused by the nearness of each other. That, my dear, is how I would rather wake you in the morning...
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