A
Most Unusual Awakening
by
An
Awful Cad
©2008
M/F, Anal, Mast
Disclaimer: It’s porn.
Don’t read it if it might offend you, if it's illegal for you, or if you have
an actual or mental age of less than 18.
It was a most unusual day. And it started in a most unusual way.
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I was hard. Painfully hard.
Nothing
much unusual about that.
Went through much of life
like that, and every morning for sure.
This time I was hard because of the hand stroking rapidly up and down on my
rigid member. Nothing much unusual about that either. I, uh, well – never mind.
What was unusual was that the hand wasn't mine. I groggily contemplated that
fact when I felt the humid breeze caress my left ear.
"Good morning honey" came the lilting tones. "How're you
feeling?"
"
Mmmmm
…good." I mumbled in reply.
"Yeah?" She purred, with her mouth
practically inside my eardrum, as she lightly stroked my straining pole with
the tips of her fingers. "You're feeling pretty good to me too. You just lie there, honey. Don't wake up too fast. We've got 15
minutes before we have to get up and I'm going to use all of it."
It sounded like good advice to me, so I closed my eyes, lay back, and
concentrated on the masterful symphony my wife was conducting with my baton.
She stroked a little more firmly now, but still a light touch across my skin. Being
awoken in mid-arousal made me hungry to catch up and I was tormented by her
teasing caresses and wanted her to bear down on my pleasure.
This was definitely an unusual occurrence. Unusual as in
never. I scanned the dusty recesses of my mind for those heady days when
we had first met. With all the freedom of our college years to explore, we had
had some fun. I was thumbing through that musty catalog now. Trying to find a
memory of another time when Jennifer had ever woken me up with sex. There was something
on that trip to
Now that I was experiencing it, I was a little bit sad that I had missed out on
all those years of potential bliss, because, dang – it felt good. Jennifer gave
a mean hand job and she was on the top of her game today.
My cock was still twitching from her feathery strokes. Buffeted
from one wispy touch to the next like a palm tree in the summer breeze.
And then she added my balls into the mix. She stroked my balls gently, rubbing
the sensitive hairs there and on my "'taint" and even around my anal
region to electric effect.
The pleasure was so intense I clenched all the muscles in my groin as if
connected directly to an electrical charge.
That was when she let go of my cock altogether and I felt her tongue sweep
slickly around my inner ear.
"Hold that thought for just a minute" she hissed, "while I apply
some lubrication."
She apparently had smuggled the tube of gel from our bedside under the covers
with her and was now hastily spreading some on her hands. Miracle of miracles!
It was warm! It felt like a substantial gob, too.
With the added lubrication, Jennifer really went to town now. She "kicked
it up a notch" on my crotch, jerking firmly on my bulging member as if she
could literally pull my insides out through the small hole at the end of that
swollen sausage. Which of course, she could.
Her hands squished obscenely up and down my shaft with increasing enthusiasm.
Soon we were both beginning to pant slightly.
As her hands spread the fabulous slime over my tingling balls and teasingly
onto the edge of my perineum, I thrust my hips forward to give her access to my
yearning anus, hoping she would take the hint. She knew I liked assplay at moments like these, but then again, she rarely
acted on that knowledge.
I was about to explode, either way, when I felt the slippery contrail of her
finger swooping across my skin on its way to circling my clenched aperture
three times in rapid succession. Then, like an Olympic archer striking a
wrinkled bull's-eye, she darted her finger decisively into my rectum.
I exhaled a choked sigh of pleasure and relief and could feel my explosion
beginning. My hips arced off the bed like an electrical current as I strained
under my impending crisis.
Sensing my pre-dick-a-ment, Jennifer found still
another gear and began pistoning her fist wetly up
and down my rod. Her index finger plunged in and out of my asshole rapidly and
I couldn't hold it any longer.
With a strangled moan, my defenses fell and the eruption began. My scalding
seed gushed out in strong, muscular bursts, streaming across my abdomen and up
my chest with an audible splash. I danced the Saint Vitus
dance of ecstasy as Jennifer continued her firm stroking of my cock at only a
slightly slower pace while my paroxysm dwindled and I became painfully
sensitive.
She drew out one more quivering twitch with a last deliberate tug on my beaten
cock and then dropped the deflating toy, which fell with a faint slap, and
withdrew her finger from my anus.
I sank slowly back to the bed, like a punctured balloon and felt her warm body
cradled against my back as I fell. Her breath was like a tropical breeze in my
ear as I returned to my senses. I looked at the clock. It was
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