There was a MTV pop song in the 90s, where the bandmates, male or female, were "gender ambiguous" everyone sported tight leather pants, over coiffed hair, make up and gyrated their pelvises at each other. When it came to who was screwing who, at the time of filming, they were harder to figure out than Fleetwood Mac. The blackout drapes of our hotel room made the time of day chronos challenged, a truly magical, ambiguous time. Magical because we were all a jumble of arms, legs and "naughty bits." As always, you had kicked off your covers and were sleeping face-down, displaying the beautiful curves of your ass. I was in the middle, one hand fingers in your crack, gently clutching your hiney. Joshua was spooned up against me, arm over my chest and legs tangled with mine, gently making his presence known by other parts of his body's expanding condition. You were so cutely snuffling, it would be rude to say snoring, but you were clearly exhausted. I hadn't predicted how hard pushing you last night must have been on your introvert tendencies, but as Billy Joel penned, "Honey, you sure did put on a show."
I moved my free hand from your butt to Joshua cock, dragging it up and down my crack in greeting. Cheeky devil knew just when to half-thrust to put pressure on my hole and open my eyes wide without entering. Kind of a polite knocking at the door, backdoor in this case. He gave me a quick bite on the side of my neck and rolled over to crawl out of bed. I followed suit, pulling up the sheet to lightly cover you, so you wouldn't chill. We made it around the divider to the bathroom to relieve ourselves. As we stepped up to the toilet, we grabbed each others' cocks and aimed at the water. A strangely, intimate but innocent acknowledgment of our previous night's festivities. I managed to spray my own cock with stream and he looked up with a cocked eyebrow. I just shrugged and winked. He leaned over and whispered, "YOU did not tell me how kinky you two were. I expected her to sit in the chair and watch us. Instead, she was the cherry on top of our sundae and now your hinting at piss play?" I replied, "You saying we didn't live up to expectations?" "No, you two are a 14 on a scale of 10. I know you two are going to have 'things' to talk about in the light of dawn. I'm going to throw clothes on and go downstairs and bring coffees back." "She likes her mochas, half hot chocolate. If you want brownie points, get a doughnut with sprinkles, too. I like mine with two sugars and a generous spot of cream." "No doubt, I could have predicted that. Even your coffee is a sexual metaphor." "Just one more thing ..." as he leans over and tongues my nipples "don't forget me while I'm gone." Fat chance with the way that log is swinging above his thighs! He dresses and pads out the door on his mission of mercy.
I silently brush my teeth and then I slide back into bad and slide my cock along your crack, your purr and reach your hand back to grab a bit of my ass and pull me more tightly into yours. I reply by licking then biting your neck. I place my hand on your chin, turning your head around so that I can kiss you. There is something about kissing you first thing in the morning, the taste of your "icky" mouth is such a turn on to me. It's so animal and never fails to kick my lust past reason. It's just another way of demonstrating that you always turn me on. It seems to be working, I hear that deep, sexy growl in your throat as I pinch your nipples. You reach behind, guiding my cock into your ass. Last night's cum acting as a lubricant for this morning's first adventure. I whisper in your ear, "Let's see if you can make chocolate milk by squeezing my cream into your ass. Let's see if you can cum just from squeezing me." I know this is not
even
a challenge for you, but the morning's early and I want you ready to combust on my match. I'm watching you twist your nipples while doing a chacha against my cock. Joshua walks in just as you climax and scream. He hurriedly shuts the door to keep your joy in the room and watches you as you gently come back to Earth. He smiles at you when you open your eyes. I brought you mocha with double chocolate and doughnuts. I got two sprinkly doughnuts, one for each nipple, so that Daddy and I can have something for breakfast. I got you a special chocolate twisty doughnut with double-sprinkles because I know you like twisted things, like your Daddy and me together.