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Subject: {ASSM} One Fine Day -- #1 -- Early Morning Breakfast (MF oral rom cons)-by Jeff Zephyr
Date: Thu,  7 Feb 2002 18:10:05 -0500
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your
problem, not mine.



One Fine Day Chapter 1 -- Early Morning Breakfast
(MF oral rom cons)


 - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.



The beeping of the alarm clocked jarred me out of a needed deep sleep.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it said 4:30 AM.

'No!  I don't need to get up until six today!' I thought in dismay. 
Then, I remembered why we had set the clock so early.

I got up and turned it off.  If I was the only one awake, and if my
darling wanted to sleep, that would be OK.

I slid back under the covers, lying next to her, my naked body
touching hers.  I ran my hands over her body, one in front cupping her
breast and stroking, the other rubbing her back.

"Hmm," she said, incoherently, then, "Good morning, lover!" happily,
still in a soft, sleepy voice.  She leaned back into me, encouraging
me to press harder as I rubbed her back, squeezing her flesh in front.
Her backside pressed into me, hardening my dick behind her bottom.  I
nuzzled her neck, my arousal and her active presence clearing the
cobwebs of sleep from my brain.

She rolled over on her back, and said, "Make me feel alive this
morning, please?"

"I love you," I answered, and pulled the covers back, so I could honor
her request.

Soft caresses and kisses, from her face and lips, down her body, slow,
not trying to reach her most sensitive places in a hurry at all.  That
is why we'd set the clock, after all.  An extra ninety minutes of
pleasure in the morning, rather than trying to steal an orgasm or two
in the shower; Not hurrying, and likely as not failing to make it
within the time limit.

"I like that," she said, softly, a passionate purring to her voice.
"I'm glad we have time, no hurries..."

I was glad too.  Anytime we have together for sex is grand, but having
enough time to truly please her makes it better.

I used one hand to caress between her legs, touching her wetness,
brushing her clit, but not concentrating on it.  Running down her
legs, up her abdomen, arousing her constantly, but not letting her
boil over. Kisses above, everywhere, although her sharp, hard nipples
and marvelous breasts did get a lot of attention.  We spent most of an
hour doing this, she laying, legs spread, on her back, enjoying my
touches but otherwise relaxing, coming closer and closer to her
ultimate delight.

My hardness kept trying to get my attention the whole time, waiting
for her to ask me to finish the job.  Touching her, tasting her,
pleasing her, those were my favorite things to get me horny in the
morning.  But this was her turn, and I waited patiently, slowly and
steadily giving her joy.  But holding back her orgasm, as well as
mine.

I did glance at the clock, but tried not to think about the time.  She
noticed this, though, and saw that we had enjoyed this playing for
over an hour. All too soon we would have to finish, so she said, "Eat
me up, hard, get me ready for you. Knock me right out, I'm ready to
die here." 

Then she laughed, and softly added, "Please?  I really need it now, my
love.  Lord, I wish we could go on forever, or at least until dinner
time."

Not that I thought she'd die from it, but we both loved the intensity
of a slowly brewed orgasm, blasting our souls with pleasure, building
it up until we couldn't stand the pressure.

I'd been bringing her close, but not letting her hit the top, and had
hardly touched her clit, knowing that it was her trigger.  Nor had I
done much on myself, merely enjoyed the delight of touching and
pleasing her. 

Now, I dove into her pussy with fingers and tongue.  She cried out in
pleasure, and I enjoyed her sweet juices, a fine thing for breakfast. 
I wouldn't be able to hold out long myself, not once I got into her. 
I was so hot and alive this fine morning, so rapt in her pleasures.


"Do me, right inside, do it now!" she shouted.  "I'm ready!"

That was my signal. I really could have gone on eating her forever,
just pleasing her, but that wasn't fair.  She needed her turn to pay
me back, or better yet, share our pleasures together.


I rose up to lie on top of her, arms holding my body above hers, and
plunged inside.  Rapid motions, sexual push-ups, a flashing vision of
us doing this in the high school gym on demand.  Whenever we could be
together alone we'd do it, back then.

Then nothing but sensation, pleasure, flashing lights, ecstasy. 
Sparks flying in my head. Our breathing hard, panting with pleasure. 
All joy, energy and bliss.

I felt her contract around my dick, and leaned in to kiss her neck,
sucking, biting, holding her tightly, her hips bucking.  My orgasm was
almost there, and I held it back.  She moved her lips to mine, and we
continued our horizontal dance of love, tongues swapping touches
inside our mouths.

Her motions slowed, but mine increased. Shining, skyrocket explosions
of pleasure as my long delayed orgasm arrived, shooting my seed inside
her.  Hugging each other close, laying together, we kissed for a long
time, then became still.

The beeping of the alarm clock stirred me out of a much-needed sleep. 
It was 6:00 AM now, and we both had to get up, out of bed to our busy
day, as usual.  One of the benefits of having two alarms, besides
letting one of us sleep in a bit longer, was having mornings like this
one.

"I'm glad we decided to get up early, a nice breakfast, you know?" she
said, shyly, coyly.

"I think you need to clean up the 'table'?"

Teasing, because both of us were wet and sweaty from our pleasant
exertions this morning.  She looked lovely like that, naked in the
morning light, not made up but her real self.

"We can take a shower together.  It looks like you got messy too.  We
have time, I think," she said, smiling delightfully, like a kid who
just had her favorite sweet creamy doughnut.

--


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