Half asleep, I roll over and snuggle my head into the pillow.
It's still dark, but I can hear birds chirping. Still a few hours to sleep, to enjoy.
A hand curls around my cock.
Maybe not.
Wait a minute.
My one arm is under the pillow, the other is bent close to my chest.
This is some Outside intervention going on here.
The hand pumps my morning glory, slowly.
Then I feel a second hand tugging at my undies.
I don't know what's going on but I adjust as best as possible.
I let the garment slide down my legs. Then Im dragged onto my back, and my cock is jammed into something moist. Someone or something clambers on top, bucks, and drives my cock in deeper. My senses surge into control, and I get what's going on. Well, sort of.
I haven't figured out if its real or imagined.
The form on top of me starts grinding back and forth, sliding my cock in and out, mashing her clit into my pubic bone.
It feels good.
My mind struggles to catch up. I'm drowned in blonde hair from above, but I'm more focused on the tits slapping into my forehead. I claw my way to them, and get a nipple between my teeth and start flicking my tongue against it while my left hand grabs the free one, and starts massaging.
the speed of the ride increases, and then there's sound. Panting. She's panting.
The air between us is rancid with morning breathe.
For a second I am amused at the Hollywood bullshit we so often see, when two people get it on in the morning, fresh out of bed, as they're fucking, they're kissing, when in reality we all know that it's like tongueing a three day old corpse.
Her ass slaps against my balls, and I grit my teeth.
The pain is mixed with a near orgasm, and I slow it down. Don't want to pop the cork too soon.
She waits.
I startup up again.
She follows suit and the intensity of her grinding increases. I flop her tits out and grab the back of the t-shirt, pulling it tight across her sternum, causing her tits to push down into my face.
I can sense were into the final stretch. I cup an ass cheek in each hand, and throw in a few hard strokes. She moans.
Must be good.
I throw in a few more.
She stops me, and I get that she wants to be in control. She proceeds to fuck me to the finish line.
Now I'm just a means to an end. Her mind is focused on the pleasure of the moment. as far as she's concerned, I'm not even there. I'm an organic dildo with 75kg of irrelevant meat attached to it.
A minute later comes that familiar shudder, and the grinding stops, and theres a sigh.
My turn. I grab her ass again, and begin my solo. She takes it without complaint, and I hammer away for the next minute or so.
It's a strange finish though. As I think I'm coming, suddenly the sensation disappears.
I stop, and settle back, the urge now completely gone.
'Did you come?' She asks.
'dunno. I think so. Maybe. Not sure.'
'why aren't you sure?'
'dunno.'
I finally open my eyes, and look at the speaker.
Ha.
It's Cindi. Phew.
I smile at her.
She smiles back and asks: 'what?'
'you just raped me.' I reply.
She giggles.
It's a grand start to a Sunday morning.
