Good moaning

I have heard of morning wood, of course, but do not remember it happening to me. And I suppose it matters little whether Carmencita waited for my cock to spontaneously spring to life before waking me, or coaxed it from slumber herself. Anywhow, when I woke up, it was still very dark in her room, I was hard, and she was sucking me.

Blissful sensations were my initial sensations, and so by the time I was conscious enough to try and control myself, a groan had escaped me. My would-be lover shifted on the bed, and I felt the weight of her kneeling rear end dig into the mattress beside me. Automatically my hand drifted up to where I reckoned her buttocks would be. I didn't abort the motion, and indulged in palming her generous backside, squeezing that irresistibly soft flesh. Below, Carmen came up for air.

"Eat me," came the muffled command from under the sheets, and she lifted herself up and sideways. Warm thighs closed around my face and at last I grasped what was happening. While I lay frozen, breathing her musky, almost overpowering scent, a rush of air flowed across my body as the blanket was pushed outward from inside.

"I do love your cock, Frank," she said, her voice clear now that she was holding up the covers, "But my pussy aches for a little tonguing. Eat me now."

Warm lips closed on me again under the falling blanket, and warmer lips from above parted around my nose, smothering me. There was **** left but to give as demanded. It was tricky freeing at least one nostril for continued intake of air, but I managed, took a final breath, and braced myself.

Right from the first tentative lick I knew there was a difference. First, there was nothing like as overpowering a rush as previously. It still enhanced arousal, as my hands sort of automatically drifted to get a grip on the luscious butt cheeks somewhere above me, but there was no noticeable break in my thinking and feelings. After getting a deep taste of Carmencita's furry slit, I was no less afraid for my sanity than before. She also tasted different. Now, granted, this was my first time properly tasting her unfiltered down there as opposed to her mouth or elsewhere, and you would expect a girl to have some diversity of flavour across her body; but please bear with. The psychoactive agent present in her mouth was indeed detectable within her crotch, but much fainter: I was flicking her clit by the time I recognized it. Seconds and seconds went by. I remained master of my thoughts. Carmen moaned of pleasure and without reproach and I gave her more; still was I aware of the situation, who we were, why, how, and what came before. With that apparent advantage fixed, I decided to make the best of the situation, and ceased holding back.

Carmen's orgasm came at an inopportune moment for her, as she still had me a fair few inches in her throat. She gagged in ecstasy, weird though that sounds, and the bliss from sudden pressure around my cock as muscles constracted upon it was only offset by a rough nick from a stray row of teeth.

"Well done," she said between coughing and panting, "Maybe too well done, unless you wanted me to bite your dick off accidentally?"

"What, and deprive you of feeling it fill you up?" I retorted. "It's not my fault if you can't handle me doing as you asked."

"Well, I think we can agree-" she coughed once more, "You've done your work down there. Unhand me." She wriggled her bum free of my hands, and climbed off me, shoving the blanket clean off the bed in so doing. "Now, she said," and I felt her straddle me in the dark, "Would you like a nice view?"

"What do you mean?"

"Reach over to your left, there's a lamp on the bedside."

I found the switch just in time to see her pussy lining up with my cock. She waited for me to stop blinking as my eyes got used to the light, before dropping and letting gravity impale her on me. The shockwave sent ripples through the soft flesh in her hips, and through her mountainous chest. As sensation hit her, she tipped her head back, moaned, and started slowly grinding back and forth. Without looking down she grasped at my hands and guided them to her breasts. Her hard nipples tickling under my palms, the generous flesh overflowing between my squeezing fingers, and her sloshing wet pussy writhing relentlessly around me swiftly worked their magic, and I made no attempt to postpone the moment of reckoning. When my balls twitched I reached forward and pulled hard on Carmencita. She collapsed onto me, eyes wide in surprise, and with the weight off my midsection I was free to thrust upwards, feet digging into the mattress under me. I saw stars as cum spurted out of my cock buried in her pussy, and the next thing I knew Carmen was moaning into my mouth, devouring my face as she met her own climax.

At some point afterwards one of us reached over and turned off the lamp, but darkness did not quite return. To the far right I saw a faint outline, about the right size for a window, where weak morning light must be snaking into the room in between the blinds and the curtains. It was Carmencita who broke the silence.

"That was fun," she whispered by my ear, still sprawling with half her chest spilled all over mine. With one hand she idly traced circles around my lower abdomen, always coming close but never touching me where I'd gone limp.

Words left my mouth and my sex-dazed brain comletely failed to filter them: "Don't you think it's strange, how we're together but not together?"

There was no reply at first, and as my lungs froze I heard no break in Carmencita's steady breathing. But then, just when I was thinking my remark might have flown harmlessly past her, she lifted herself off me and up on one elbow.

"What is this?" she said, "Are you still pining after me?" Although I could only hear her, there was little doubt from her voice to what type of snarl must be twisting her lips. "We're not together, Frank. We won't be together. Get over your damn puppy love."

She turned in the bed and settled with her back to me. It could have ended there, and yet I insisted. With each second there was less and less to lose anyway, now the door was cracking open. "Come now, Carmen, use your loaf. Regardless what my feelings are, don't you think this is odd? What could possibly be more together than sharing each other's flesh, sharing dinner, sharing a flat, sharing the night, and sleeping entwined like just now?"

"What are you talking about?" she spat, and sat up to switch on the light again. Immediately she stared daggers at me, but her expression was too ****, the frown too deep, lips pulling back too far from her teeth. It wasn't quite natural.

"Think back to last week," I continued, "If I'd told you this would happen, what would you have said at that moment? You don't see a difference between then and now? Why is it that just a few days ago the idea of even touching your arm or your leg would have been unthinkable for me, let alone put my dick in you?

"It's not for me to burrow into your bizarre hang-ups!" she exclaimed, "I dunno what was holding you back..."

"No, try again. Think: why is it you or I can fuck anyone we please any time, any place, no matter the circumstances, when we obviously couldn't before?"

"Frank..."

"You don't see something wrong in there somewhere? I know you're smarter than this, I know you're not a dumb sheep. Heck, you've already worked us into a monogamous relationship all while pretending to fit in the new code!"

At last she broke. For a split second the mask fell and I saw the cogs grinding to a halt as Carmen tried against her own judgement to think on my words, and dawning on their meaning. Then the veil fell again and she retreated behind her rage.

"Get out!" she screamed, jumping off the bed and scrambling to fling open the door, "Get out of my sight and take your sappy nonsensical filth with you!"