Photograph property of Breath-Takers. Of course.
I’m as good as my word.
I make love to Mai throughout the night, intermittently-but-effectively, inducing more than a handful of orgasms along the way.
So those sites you’ve seen online, the ones where they have some sleeping gal fucked? Been there, done that.
And I’ll tell ya; there’s something very special about a woman climaxing while asleep. The process has its own characteristics, its own profile.
Not that any of them were alike.
I took her once from behind, spooning her, and when she came, it was like a tantrum. And then she was lost to unconsciousness once more.
I took her while she was on her back. Almost imperceptibly driving in and out of her. When she came, it was one elongated shiver.
On her belly, I hardly touched her. It was just my cock in her cunt, tenderly pushing in and out. When she came, she yelled into her pillow.
I masturbated her to orgasm. When she came, she mumbled a paragraph’s worth of declaratives.
I ate her to climax. When she came, she was all melodic moans and groans.
The final time was... Well, it was admittedly a little unusual: rolling onto my back, with her in my arms, her back to my chest, I fucked her with her sprawled out, facing the ceiling. And when she came, I came too, then settled in for some rest of my own.
I awake to a combination of sounds and sensations.
The sounds are Mai licking her fingers.
The sensations are her scrounging around at her pussy...where my limp cock is stuck...and removing what’s left of my deposit.
“You owe me.”
She stops, and considers my comment. “What do you want?” comes her whisper, the delivery of which is enough to make my heart flutter a bit.
“I want you to sit on my face,” I tell her. “I want you to ride my mouth. I want you to have your way with me.”
“Mmm...” she trills, shimmying. “Let me go pee, first.”
I grasp her arm. “No. Don’t use the toilet.”
Once more, she considers. “You’re not serious.”
“You owe me.”
Sliding off me...leaving my cock behind...she gets onto her knees and in a crouch, she stares at me. “You’re kinky,” she says. “I didn’t know you were into kink...”
I say nothing. I just wait.
And so Mai crawls closer, clambering up, mounting my face.
And I wait.
A minute on, she slumps. “I can’t! I can’t do it! I can’t pee on demand! And not into your mouth!”
I wait.
And she steps up to the plate once more.
I wait.
I wait what seems five minutes.
Until at last, there’s a trickle into my open mouth, a shudder from Mai, and then a stream of very warm, very tinny liquid onto my tongue, splashing against my cheeks and streaming down the back of my throat.
I drink for what seems another five minutes. Gulping constantly. Swallowing it all.
Finally...after a dénouement that seems almost as protracted as the prologue, Mai shivers once again...and making a ‘V’ with her fingers, pushes her clit front-and-centre, swabbing it over my lips. “Eat me...”
I go her one better: I make a bowling ball of her.
My mouth consuming her proffered clitoris, my thumb strokes her vaginal entrance, teasing her by way of labia and vulva and very slick aperture, while my fingers ...my two longest ones...probe her rectum.
“Fuck-a-duck, Carruthers!” she groans, and bears down on me all the more.
Now, while her pussy is slick...it’s not just ‘lubrication’, remember, there’s a load of me oozing out of her...her asshole is dry. So I don’t just jam my digits home. I worm around a bit, prodding her with a little bit of patience here, a little bit of teasing, there.
“Yes!” she growls. “Suck that clit!”
I do.
And I also press home with my thumb, pushing on, its length and breadth clearly just the ticket for her vaginal needs this morning.
“Here,” she whispers, and shoves my fingers up her ass.
She flinches...clenches...clenches in staccato form...and then begins fucking my digits.
And my thumb.
And my mouth.
“A girl could get used to this...”
I grin at her comment...but keep doing what I’m doing.
