A Morning Ride

It was 7th period. I was, as always, in English class, my least favorite class of the day. Just as we were getting to the end of the class, Mr. Jensen stopped droning on and on about George Bernard Shaw, and looked directly at me.

"Isaac," he said, "I believe you have an announcement to make. Why don't you come up in front of the class and tell everyone."

I had no idea what he was talking about. What announcement did I have to make?

But I stood and walked up in front of the class, hoping that I would figure out what he was talking about by the time I got up there. When I got to the front of the class, I noticed that Emma was sitting right there in the front row, smiling at me with that most lovely of smiles that she has. Why was Emma sitting in my English class? She had English with Ms. Taylor 3rd period. What could she possibly be doing in Mr. Jensen's 7th period English?

Mr. Jensen signaled to Emma to come stand up with me in front of the class. She stood next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I figured this was what Mr. Jensen was referring to, although I wasn't at all sure why he would feel the need to bring up Emma and I dating in front of the English class.

"Emma and I are dating now," I announced in front of the class, figuring that was what Mr. Jensen was referring to.

"But that isn't the announcement I was referring to," Mr. Jensen declared. "We all know you've been dating for a while now. I was talking about the more exciting news of what happened over the weekend. I think everyone wants to know about it."

"I ... ummm ... what?" I stammered. Of course I knew exactly what happened over the weekend, how could I have ever forgotten it? But it certainly didn't seem like it was information germane to my English class' discussion of Irish playwrights.

Mr. Jensen nudged Emma, seemingly frustrated that I wasn't talking about the information he was hoping to hear.

"I took Isaac's virginity over the weekend," Emma said with a smile.

What the fuck was going on? How could we be standing up in front of the class announcing this?

The class erupted in applause at the good news.

Mr. Jensen patted me on the back.

"This is great news, Isaac," he said. "we were all hoping you would finally get a crack at this lovely girl here."

My head was spinning. How was it even possible that Mr. Jensen was doing this? This seemed like something that he could get severely censured, or even fired, for.

"I think you should kiss her," Mr. Jensen said jovially.

"An excellent idea," Emma agreed, turning to me and pulling me in for a kiss. This was no peck on the lips. She grabbed my face in her hands and pulled me to her. Her mouth opened as soon as we began kissing, her tongue seeking entrance inside my mouth. I couldn't possibly believe this was happening, but it felt so good to kiss her that I let her tongue into my mouth, moaning at how good it felt to be kissing her like that.

She immediately moved her hands from my face onto my back, lowering them until she was cupping my ass, squeezing my cheeks aggressively right in front of my English class while we made out. I simply couldn't resist the temptation. I, too, reached down and put my hands on that most perfect of asses, basking in how good it felt in my hands.

Before long, Emma broke off the kiss and began squatting down in front of me.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Jensen declared, "I think we all want to see this, don't we class?"

Cheers from around the room confirmed their agreement with Jensen's assessment, and before I could say anything, Emma was undoing my jeans and opening them at the front.

"What the fuck?" I said as she reached in to fish out my cock. How could this possibly be happening in my class at school? Of course, I had my reasons for not wanting her to take me out in front of the class. I knew I was smaller than average in both length and girth. I didn't want everyone in the class to know about my small endowment.

"Jesus how can she take that thing?" I heard Becky Cranston declare from the second row as Emma ignored my concerns and extracted my cock. I looked down and gasped as I saw the size of what she had pulled out of my pants. It put Grant to shame. It had to be 10" long and nearly as thick as a can of coke.

"What the hell," I said as I looked down on the sight in front of me.

Emma's only response was to take half of that massive organ into her mouth all at once.

I vaguely heard the cheers in the classroom and the words of Mr. Jensen.

"Oh yeah, just like that," he said.

But those were all just background noises. I couldn't believe how spectacular Emma's mouth felt on my cock. It was so warm and tight and wet, and I could feel it slide up and down my shaft. I looked down to see her mouth stretched obscenely around my impossibly thick shaft and could see that it was slipping easily down into her throat, which seemed to be completely impossible, but felt like absolute heaven. Oh. My. God. It was absolutely glorious! I felt myself building very quickly towards an orgasm.

...

And then my eyes opened, and I was staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom, lit by the lamp on my nightstand close to the bed.

I realized why Emma's blowjob had felt so incredibly realistic in my dream.

"Oh goddamn," I groaned at the feeling of Emma's mouth wrapped around my cock, her lips pressed against my pubic mound, having taken all of me down her throat.

What a way to wake up in the morning!

She really liked to sneak into my room in the morning, didn't she?

Not like I was complaining this time.

There was one thing about that moment that was just like the dream I had been having. I was very quickly building towards an orgasm. I already knew that I had passed the point of no return.

“Oh shit, Emma, I’m gonna cum,” I warned her. She ignored me, keeping me buried all the way inside of her throat.

And then I closed my eyes and groaned loudly as I felt my orgasm explode inside of me, my cock pulsing in **** pleasure as Emma took my cum directly into her throat.

God what a feeling!

Then she pulled off of me and looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning,” she said to me with a big smile. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“You did interrupt a very interesting dream,” I said.

“Did I interrupt a good dream, or did I cause a good dream?” She asked.

“Good question. Either way, I’m not complaining.”

“Good,” she said. “Because if you complained, I’d never wake you up like that again.”

“Then I’m definitely not complaining.”

“I’m hoping you slept rather well last night?” She said with a smile.

She had sapped all my energy before I finally took her home the night before. I’ll never forget how incredibly intense my first night with Emma was.

“I slept like a log,” I replied.

“Good,” she said. “Hopefully you’re rested up enough that you can give me what I need this morning then.”

“And what do you need?” I asked.

“I need my boyfriend to make sweet love to me.”

“I suppose,” I said, “that if that’s what you need … I could find a way to sacrifice for you.”

“Work, work, work,” she said.

She climbed off the bed and stood up. Once again she was wearing her running clothes. She had already taken off her shoes and socks which left her wearing only a sports bra and tight spandex biker shorts. I could see that she had been out running earlier in the morning, her clothes were still damp with her sweat.

Very quickly the bra and shorts joined her shoes and socks on the floor and she was naked in front of my bed. I was certain I would never tire of seeing that sight. She is just so amazingly hot I can hardly believe she really is my girlfriend.

“You like?” She asked striking a pose for me.

“Oh Goddamn,” I replied, “you are so perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so. Now go make your morning bathroom run and come back and show me how much you love and worship this body.”

“Gladly,” I said.

When I returned from the bedroom, she was laying face down on the bed, showing off her perfect ass.

I sat next to her on the bed and began to lightly trace my fingertips all over the bare skin of her back, ass, and legs. She mewled in pleasure as I touched her, but I believe I got just as much pleasure as she did from getting to explore all over her naked skin. Feeling her bare ass like that was heavenly to me. I had admired it for so long. Touching it was a dream come true. I'll admit I spent a lot more time on those tight little buttocks than anywhere else.

"God you are so perfect," I told her.

"Hardly," she replied, "but I am glad that you think so, at least."

She rolled over and I put my mouth to work on her front side, kissing, licking and nibbling all over her chest and stomach, enjoying the slightly salty taste of her skin from having already worked up a bit of a sweat. She seemed to enjoy me nibbling slightly on her nipples, and I loved playing with her perfect breasts with my mouth. When I began to move downwards between her legs, she instead pushed me back onto the bed on my back and then straddled me in a sixty-nine position.

Now I have to tell you, dear reader, that was quite a site. I looked up at her lovely derrière bent over and looking gorgeous, with her pussy clearly visible just below it, inches from my face. I've seen a lot of pictures on porn sites taken from that vantage point. None of them came even close to holding a candle to the sight in front of me that morning. It was absolute perfection!

Her pussy only stayed inches from my face for all of about twenty seconds before Emma pressed downwards, grinding her sex into my mouth.

“Mmmm, yessss,” she hissed as I stuck my tongue inside her rapidly moistening opening, “just like that.”

I moaned in response when she licked the entire length of my still soft cock. When she got to the head, she sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue all around it. That was enough stimulation to call for an increased demand in blood flow down in that vicinity.

We stayed in that position for several minutes, with her nursing me back to life with her mouth while grinding her pussy all over my nose and mouth and chin.

When I was fully hard, she turned so that she was facing me and laid down on top of me, pressing her breasts into my chest as she kissed me, our tongues chasing each other from mouth to mouth. Then she broke off the kiss.

“Will you make love to me again, Isaac?” She asked with a smile.

“Work, work, work,” I replied with a chuckle. “I guess I can do it for you … if I have to.”

“Mmmm,” she smiled, “maybe I should get up and just run home instead?”

I responded by reaching down and grabbing her ass and pulling her down right against my pelvis.

“Not a chance of that,” I said.

“Oh? And why’s that?” She asked. She reached down behind her and guided my rock hard shaft to her opening. “You want some of this?”

“Damn straight I do,” I replied, and I thrust up until the first two inches parted her lips and entered her pussy.

“God that feels good,” she groaned.

That was a serious understatement. It was the most glorious feeling I could possibly imagine. She was so hot and wet and tight wrapped around my shaft.

She kissed me tenderly, looking into my eyes.

"I love the feeling of your bare cock inside of me, Isaac." she said to me. "It's a damn good thing I'd never had sex without a condom before you so I never knew what I was missing."

Then she was kissing me again, hungrily devouring my tongue while she slowly moved up and down on my shaft, each downward stroke taking more and more of me inside of her until our pelvises were ground together and I was fully sheathed inside of her pussy.

Given how many times she had made me cum since I won the game the night before, I was pretty confident I would be able to hold off quite a while before cumming again, especially since she had just made me cum in her mouth (well, actually her throat).

Once she was fully enveloping my hardness, she sat up, arched her back and moaned loudly.

It was an amazing sight.

I have always been quite partial to girl on top positions. I love cowgirl because of how amazing it makes a girls tits look as they bounce wildly up and down while they pleasure themselves. I love reverse cowgirl because of how lovely a sight it is to see a beautiful ass moving up and down, a cock sliding in and out of the pussy underneath. Visually both of these positions are spectacular to me. Since I am naturally submissive in my desires, I also love the sense of control given to the woman in these positions.

I watched Emma's perfect breasts in awe as she rode me, bouncing up and down with reckless abandon. At times I couldn't control the urge to cup and squeeze those lovely orbs, pulling and pinching at her nipples. At other times I just wanted to watch them bounce up and down to the rhythm of her pussy devouring my cock with the incredible pleasure that gave to me.

The one thing I didn't do was close my eyes. I just loved seeing her on top of me, taking me into her most private places in delicious ecstasy.

Eventually, though, we both sensed that I was getting close to another orgasm, so the climbed off of me and then took a position on her hands and knees on my bed, her lovely ass sticking up in the air so invitingly.

"Give it to me, Isaac," she said. "Take me from behind. Spank my ass while you show me just how out of control this makes you."

While I was letting the urgency of my impeding orgasm die off, I just knelt behind her for a bit and took in the sight in front of me. Her pussy was wet and open and inviting, perched just below that glorious ass of hers. Doggy is a position that competes quite well visually with reverse cowgirl. Seeing a girl bent over like that, her ass so perfectly displayed, her pussy so exposed and inviting ... it is amazing, isn't it?

Once my sense of urgency passed, I moved up behind her and lined myself up with her lovely opening and slid all the way inside of her with one thrust.

"Yessss," she hissed, "take it Isaac. Fuck me good."

"I thought you said I would never fuck you," I said with a smile.

"I meant I was never going to let you just fuck me. This is so much more than just a fucking, Isaac. It's so much better than that. I feel so much more connected to you, emotionally and intellectually than to any other person I have ever met. It makes our connection right here," as she said this, she tightened her pussy around my cock to emphasize what she was talking about, "become just another extension of that bond. It makes it so much more than the fucking I have gotten from other guys. But I still need you to pound me into submission right now. Fuck me good and hard, Isaac."

"As you wish," I said, giving my best Westley impression, as I gripped her lovely posterior and watched as my cock plunged in and out of her from behind. What an amazing view I had, looking down on that perfect ass and watching myself plunging deep inside of her, watching her lips grip my shaft as I pulled out, as if it was **** to let me go, then watching her swallow me completely and totally on the inward strokes. That spectacular visual was accompanied by the incredible feeling of having my shaft being repeatedly swallowed up by her glorious pussy. It felt so damn good, something I hoped would never come to feel routine, and to combine that incredibly physical sensation with the most amazing visual I had ever seen was pure heaven.

She was right, or course. She had accepted me into her life more completely than any other guy she had ever met, connecting with a boy emotionally for the first time in her life. Accepting me into her depths was simply a physical representation of that bond we had already formed. This was exactly what I had always wanted from her. In that moment, all the regret I might have felt for the times that I had rejected a more meaningless physical connection washed away from my innermost thoughts. Waiting for this complete expression of our relationship was so very much worth it.

I gave it to her, hard and fast, watching her buttocks ripple deliciously every time I slapped against them, watching every stroke of my cock as it disappeared into her, accentuating the incredible feeling of being enveloped in her warm, wet depths. It was simply incredible, my dreams of being with her finally fulfilled in the ****. I knew I would remember this moment for as long as I lived.

But I didn't last nearly as long as I hoped. I once again had to pull out to keep from being done, which was the last thing I wanted right then. She turned and smiled at me, kissing me again.

"I'm just too much for you to handle, aren't I, Isaac?"

I nodded.

"That's okay," she said, "we'll train you to handle it eventually. Right now I need to feel you cum inside of me."

She laid on her back, spreading her legs invitingly and pulling me into her, my body pressed down against hers as I penetrated her heavenly depths one more time. I lost all sense of control feeling how good she was wrapped around me, and immediately began thrusting powerfully into her depths. When she reached down and began to stroke my balls with her fingers, I lost it, pressing myself deep inside of her as my orgasm overtook me, flooding me with incredible ecstasy as I felt my balls twitch in orgasm as they sent what little cum was left inside of them deep inside of the girl I loved.

"God, I love you so much, Emma."

"And I love you, Isaac."

I awoke some time later to a knock on the bedroom door.

"Isaac," I heard my mom say from behind the door. "are you awake?"

Emma's naked body was still pressed against mine. We somehow managed to wake up without making too much noise, and Emma jumped off the bed, grabbing her sports bra and spandex shorts and fleeing into the closet.

"Yeah," I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice, "just a second."

I stood but couldn't find my underwear that Emma and I had discarded long ago, so I just stood and made my way over to the door, completely naked. I cracked the door a couple of inches, hiding my body behind it as I peered out to look at my mom, hoping that the smell of sex wasn't strong enough for her to notice standing there in the hall.

"Your dad and I are going to run some errands this morning. Want to come with us and then we can go out for lunch?"

"Ummm ... no," I stammered, "I have some things to do for school this morning."

"Okay," she said, "thought I would check. We'll call when we are getting lunch. Maybe we can pick up something for you."

"That would be great," I said, "thanks mom."

God, that had been close.

I closed the door, and Emma snuck back out of the closet.

"Did you run here this morning, or ride your bike?"

"I ran," she said.

"Thank goodness. Not sure how I would explain your bike being parked in front of our house. If you ever sneak over here in the morning when my parents are home, make sure you don't leave any signs of you being here out front."

"What, you think I'm stupid?" She asked with a grin, "you think you're the first boy I've snuck in to visit in the early morning hours?"

"I guess not," I said.

"I've been fucking a lot of guys, Isaac. I've learned how to not get caught. You are actually about the easiest because you have the basement all to yourself."

I just shrugged.

"So," she said with a devious little grin on her face, "we've got a few hours to kill, and a promise from your parents that they are going to call you before they come home. I think I know exactly how I am going to use that time."

"Damn, girl," I replied, "you are going to wear me out."

"Of course I am. Would you have it any other way?"

"I don't think so," I agreed.

She pushed me back on the bed and I watched her descend once me with more hunger in her eyes. This was going to be the best weekend of my entire life, I was sure of that.