Early Morning Cravings

Stars drift across your vision as you are slowly jostled awake. Blinking at the alarm clock across the room, you guess that it's either way too late for you to be waking up from a nap, or way too early to start your day. You roll over, and drape an arm over your large, warm teddy bear, and it stops moving. You nuzzle up against its neck, and try to go back to sleep.

Just as you're starting to drift back into slumber, your teddy bear shifts its hips, and your raging erection has found its way down towards someplace warmer and a possibly little wetter. You snuggle up firmer against your teddy bear in response to the sensations.

Once more, just as you are on the edges of of sleep, you feel the teddy bear start to squirm against you. You squeeze it tighter, and your hand finds a breast to hold on to. Rather than stop the squirming, you feel that you might have accidentally encouraged it, as you can clearly feel soft, warm, wet skin stroking your dick now. Your hand moves away from the found breast to grab a hip, but you don't really want to stop it now. Another handful of strokes later, and you release everything you've got in between your teddy's thighs.

When the wave of relief is finished passing over you, you shift your hips to pin your still squirming teddy to the bed, and your hand travel's back to play with the free breast you found earlier.

Your exhausted brain is awoken once more, when you feel a slight flame alight somewhere between your hip bones. You don't open your eyes just yet, but can tell that that sun was starting to rise. You shake away some strange dream about a horny teddy bear. When you try to roll out of bed, you are stopped by something on your hips.. Something moving on your hips.

You open your eyes to see a pretty nice ass wriggling right where your dick should be.

All in a rush the events of yesterday come flooding back to you. You take in as much air as your lungs would allow when you realize what must have happened last night, and immediately exhale in a moan, as what is currently going on catches up to you.

Anna doesn't turn around to look at you, but you do feel her inner muscles squeeze you with what strength they have. This act informs you that you are very close to shooting off once more. You've lost count of how many times in the last day you've cum, and while you know from research into other futa's it's not a world record, you're pretty sure you're close to a personal record.

Anna's pussy squeezes you once more, as she swirls her hips, and you feel again, the burning sensation. It's a bit lower than the base of your cock, and you realize that it must be your own pussy. As soon as that thought hits you, you feel an emptiness you've never experienced before well up inside you. You NEED to be filled right this second.

You reach over to the nightstand where you had left the MCR last night, and push Anna forward, off of your body. Thinking only of your own needs, you slip the ring on, and imagine your cock on the sheets beneath you. You're balls-deep, and about to shoot off when you catch the needy, **** look on Anna's face. She is nearly ready to cry, and you rush to come up with something to help her.

Remembering something you read about the magic rings before you made the order, you focus as hard as you can, and second dick appears on the sheets about a foot in front of the one you're riding. This was clearly a mistake, as the second Anna hopped on her dick, you felt the sensations of her pussy, and yours, both on your dick at the same time. The strange echoey reverberations you felt when fucking yourself were amplified to unimaginable heights by a second participant. You cum the second she hilts on the ring, and two mirrored sets of cum spurt into your bodies.

You make yourself watch as Anna cums from your release, her face inches away from yours. Something pulls you closer to her, and as you both gasp and moan your climaxes, your lips gently brush hers. Then your lips stay together. And as your dual throbbing dicks wind to a close, your faces mash together. You **** your tongue into her mouth, and in some state of shock, she lets you.

Anna surprises you then, by grabbing your head, and pulling you closer. When you need to come up for air, you close your eyes, and lean your forehead on hers, letting the moment linger as long as you can. You break, and lean back on your palms, giving her space, and she places her hand to her mouth as if she can't believe that had truly just happened.

Whatever moment the two of you might have been building towards was ultimately ruined by your stomach growling loud enough to wake the dead, reminding you both how long it had been since you had eaten.