Early Risers

John let out a most fulfilled sigh as he lied in bed. So happy was he this, of all Tuesday mornings, that he completely forgot the troubles he would have to go through today. Instead of a second, annoyed groan, as these things slowly dawned on him, he let out another sigh. Only that it sounded more like a moan this time.

There was a warm blissful feeling that rushed through his body. The centre laid in his crotch where he felt something bob-up and down. ‘I must be having that dream again where I raise Aclysia’s libido to 25.’ John thought and tried to hold unto the dream as he slowly awoke. ‘Wait what?’ He noticed that he was awake already and opened his eyes.

The view of the familiar white ceiling did little to hush away his grogginess, the next moan he let out when whatever was at work on his crotch started sucking him off though did. It didn’t help his concentration however as he lowered his head to see what the hell was going on. He saw a familiar naked backside at the opposite end of his bed, raised and wiggling slightly above the metal frame of the sleeping destination. He spent so much time looking at that arse, on photos or in person, that he would be able to make it out with 100% certainty in almost every situation.

John threw aside the blanket and revealed his horny girlfriend slobbering all over morning wood. Rave raised a hand in greeting and as a halting gesture as she sensually raised her head, teasing all the sensitive spots she knew along the way from the halfway point of his dick. “About time!” She laughingly complained as she kept massaging his dick with her left hand. “It was getting really hot under there.”

“What are you doing here?” John wondered about a thing he factually did not care that much about right now. “You not happy?” Rave asked and kissed the tip of his dick. “This guy seems to be though.” “I am very happy to see the person I love most first thing in the morning.” The delivering of such a corny line made him blush for a moment, just as it made Rave let out a barely supressed a giggle. “Okay, tiger, whatever you say.” She went back to sucking his dick.

John’s question had not been answered but that was a thing that could wait. Rave was in the process of taking in his entire dick. Her glossy, full lips were sliding down his shaft with ease, lubricated by spit and his pre-cum. She passed the halfway point and pushed further. With absolute certainty questions could wait. Rave had had problems taking in his whole dick for, well, ever. It was a fantasy that women could just magically take down whole dicks into their throats that porn had nicely nurtured. Seemingly however Rave had nurtured some things on her own, namely her cock sucking skill as she pushed further.

There were noises indicating that she had some trouble in doing so. A mixture of gags and moans reverberating through his dick John watched as his technolover reached the base of his dick. She remained there for a second, John could only moan. Quivering the slimy walls of Rave’s throat pushed down on the tip of his dick, stimulating him with each passing moment.

Rave, unable to hold out any longer, quickly pulled back up. John was left disappointed, it had felt really good, but didn’t dare to complain as Rave coughed and took a few deep breaths. “That is, like, super hard.” She explained and coughed another time. Nevertheless, she went down again. Slower this time, taking her time. John, in a slightly demanding gesture, put one of his hands on the back of her head and urged her down. Rave threw him an understanding glance before casting her eyes down and concentrating at the task at hand, almost literally as one of Rave’s hands found its way to John’s balls.

She was down all the way again and this time John closed his eyes to take in the whole glory of the moment. His girlfriend, glorious, gave him a blowjob, wonderful, with a deepthroat, fantastic, in his own bed, magnificent, in the morning, funya-funya. He had run out of words at the end as most of his blood wasn’t exactly in the thinking department right now.

The pressure on his dick was perfect. The warmth all-around of Rave’s mouth and throat as she kept him all the way down, surrounded by the sucked in cheeks of her mouth, the playful, stimulating movements of her tongue and her constantly shifting, vibrating throat was enough to send him straight towards the edge.

“Jane, I am…” As always, he failed to warn her. Spurts of cum spread into her throat as Rave opened her eyes wide in surprise. She remained in position however, even curling the base of her tongue up to provide further stimulation. A particularly big strand of sperm spurted from his dick in response. Rave pulled up, milking the remaining smaller loads into her mouth before swallowing them.

She sat up and had a small coughing fit again. With teary eyes she pressed out her next words. “First…” She said and raised a finger. “…one of these days I will crush your balls for failing to warn me.” John nodded, slightly fearful, she looked like she was serious this time. To ease her mood he pulled a glass of water from his inventory. He kept one there over night because it got pretty hot in his room these summer mornings. Rave took the glass with a thankful nod and started drinking. John also grabbed a few tissues from his nightstands, as awesome as that deepthroat had been it was a rather sticky reality that he would need to clean his dick.

Rave raised three fingers and lowered the glass. When she next spoke her voice sounded way more stable. “B, I am not doing that again.” “Why?” John asked, shocked and confused. “Because it tickles.” He looked down on himself. Okay, yeah, his genital area wasn’t exactly groomed. It wasn’t an unkempt mess or anything like that but he could see where she came from. “Can I persuade you if I shave?” He asked. Rave pondered seemingly earnestly as she took another gulp of water, then she flashed him a radiant smile, “Sure, if you are a good boyfriend, John.”

His heart might have skipped a beat there for a moment. How did she do that? Not that he wanted it to stop. Rave finished the glass and gave it back to him. As John put the empty thing into his inventory he leaned in. “What would a good boyfriend do in this situation?” He asked with a glance at her naked body. Rave slowly lowered herself in reaction him coming closer until she lied underneath him. “Try figuring that out yourself, ya useless boytoy.” She teased as his face hovered above hers.

“Mhm, you know that I am useless though.” John complained in a playful tone. “I will need some tips, would you rather I do this?” He kissed her neck up to her ear, “Or this?” he added with a whisper and rubbed his re-hardened dick against her wet pussy. Rave closed her legs behind his butt. “I think that second thing is a way better idea, tiger.” She said and kissed him on the mouth. His hips pressed forwards, easing into her pussy.

If the deepthroat had been heaven her pussy was super-heaven. A stupid analogy, for sure but John didn’t care as his needy girlfriend kept her lips locked with his, moaning into his mouth as her lower lips pressed around his dick as he penetrated her with his whole length. It was clear who of the couple wanted this more and for once it was not John. Rave pressed strongly against him, wanting to feel his whole body against hers. The hard nipples atop her small but soft breasts pushed against his chest, her athletic body writhed under him as he sunk completely into her.

Not for a moment did he remain still, he felt that Rave wasn’t far off, she was quivering under him, moaning into his mouth, shooting him glances of lust with her stunning blue eyes, the pink inside dancing with freed ecstasy. It was only fair to give her what she wanted.

Without a single word, only the wet sounds of their kiss filling the room, John started fucking her. Hard. He pulled out and impaled her with quick, hard movements as Rave continued to leak honey. Each thrust even easier than the last the sounds of his creaking bed and the slapping of their hips were added into the mix.

Rave’s eyes glazed over quickly, she had to break the kiss as she threw her head back and moaned with each of his thrusts. Short, sharp tones, high pitched, interrupted by encouraging profanities. “Yes, tiger, fuck me, fuck me harder!” “Deeper, thrust your cock deeper.” “John, oh yes, JOHN!!” That last one was followed by her pulling their lips together again as her body arched up underneath him. The fleshy folds of her pussy pressed down, quivered as more of her juices squirted out in her orgasm, drenching him and his sheets.

Relentlessly John kept going. He was going to make this the best quickie he could give her. He fucked her through her orgasm with one strong, quick thrust after the other. Each time Rave lost more control of herself until she was just a kissing, loveable, quivering mess in his as he kept nailing her into the sheets.

Without any regard of his own impending orgasm he kept going at it. From the sound of her moaning and the feeling of the wet sheets under his knees it he either succeeded in prolonging her orgasm or fucked her right into a second one. Unsure what he found more awesome his thoughts suddenly came to a halt as his brain was numbed a wave of electrifying pleasure. He felt his balls tighten, suddenly more aware of the way Rave’s pussy clenched down on him, stimulating the whole length of his dick each time he thrust into her.

Then he battered another full load of his semen right into her orgasm-quivering pussy. Completely re-filled thanks to his skills his cum drenched the complete inside of Rave in the white gooey liquid. Still he kept moving, instincts completely in control, until the last of his cum was deep inside her and he finally went flaccid. Still, they kissed, now with love instead of lust.