I was woken by the mouth of my wife sucking on my characteristic morning wood. With a hand hold firmly on my ball sac, she bobbed her head up and down, pressing her tongue on my shaft as she sucked. My cockhead swelled as my conscious mind registered what my unconscious had already been experiencing.
“Good morning babe,” I softly said, gently stroking her long hair away from her face.
“Mmmm, good morning,” she quickly replied not wanting to break her hold on me for too long.
Before inserting my cock back into her mouth, she traced the tip of her tongue around my cock’s glans, flicking the protruding ridge of its head. Releasing my balls, she squeezed my shaft, cutting off its blood flow, causing my cock to produce a dollop of pre-cum. With a cat lick, she drew my offering into her mouth with a broad flat tongue. I moaned and threw my head back on to the pillow.
Knelling perpendicular to me, I reached for her thigh, and made a pulling motion, wanting to get her on top of me in our favorite position: a 69. She eagerly responded and brought her leg over my body, her bald and glistening pussy winking at me, and lowered her hips so I too could feast.
I extended my tongue and ran it up and down her outer lips, purple and swollen; circling her whole pussy, avoiding her inner, brilliant pink zones and love nub. After my third revolution around her dripping pussy, Wendy sucked the whole length of my cock down her throat. I felt my balls tighten, and my vas fill with its imminent launch of man juice.
“Oh Wendy, suck me good baby, keep sucking,” my state of bliss jumped to a level ten times higher.
I continued making my circles, starting to spiral in, grazing her wet inner lips, until my tongue was pressing against her pussy’s hole. Wendy moaned on to my cock when my lips touched her puffy inner pussy lips. I extended my tongue and inserted an inch or so into her. I reached her outer pussy folds with both hands and pulled them taunt. The pleasurable sensation of being spread caused her legs to splay more so, and I began to fuck her with my tongue. She responded by increasing the pace of her head bobs.
Her exquisite pussy taste flooded my mouth: thick, and musky sour, coating my tongue. I lapped at her hole, thirsting for as much as I could drink. Her hips rolled and I released one of my hands to graze my fingertips along her back bud. She released my throbbing cock once again.
“Oh yeah Colt, suck on my nubbins,” she begged me.
Before I could reposition my mouth to encircle her clit, she returned her mouth to my cock, and started to pound its shaft with a tight fist. My cockhead immediately swelled, signaling to her its eruption. I squeezed her ass, bracing myself as my first jet of juice rocketed out of me.
“OOHHHHHH!” I grunted into her pussy as my cocked pulsed. She stopped sucking and kept her mouth still while her hand pumped my shaft. She locked her teeth right on the ridge of my glans, and tongue-flicked my hole as it spurted the rest of my load. I grunted some more as the pleasure/pain sensations wrecked through my legs with each pulse. My copious amount of man juice poured out of her mouth, across her hand, and down to coat my balls. As soon as I could regain my composure, I returned to sucking on her clit.
“AHHH, suck it, suck it,” she commanded as soon as my lips engulfed her clit. I sucked in, and as rapidly as my tongue could dance, I battered her clit with feathery flicks. Wendy released my cock, anchored her hands on the bed and arched her back. Pulling her hips into me, I forced her pussy hard on to my face. I saw her back bud flutter as her first orgasmic wave crashed over her.
“OOHHHHH, OH, OH, OOOHHHHH!” Her loud moan was guttural and primal. I locked my tongue in place, allowing her to direct the pressure on her swollen clit. I could feel its rigid ness scraping against my tongue, and her pussy hole shuddering against my top lip. My face bucked against here shaking sex as her gyrating hips flexed. I tried to desperately maintain contact with her quivering pussy. Stacey fell upon me, her hair cascading around my cock as I lost my lip lock on her pussy. I gently inserted a finger in her wet hole to the first knuckle. Grinding my digit in a circular motion, I fucked her as she pressed against her clit with her own finger. She slowly brought herself back to an elevated sexual state.
She pulled away from me, and swung around. Inserting my half-hard cock in to her pussy, she laid on top of me, planting a sloppy, cum-covered kiss on to my lips. We exchanged juices as our tongues wrestled. Her pussy was tight, even in my half-erect state, as was usual after she climaxed. Grinding her clit into my pelvis bone, Stacey brought herself to another orgasm as she scratched my pelvis with her coarse, but trimmed, pubic hair. My unresponsive cock eventually became too soft and her hot pussy expelled it from its grip. We both sighed heavily as our connection was broken. Breaking our lip lock, we made eye contact and giggled.
“Good morning, once again, Sunshine!” I laughed.
“Good morning indeed,” she giggled back. “Let’s clean up and get going.”
We were playing hooky from our respective employers today. We did this a couple of times a year. Today seemed as good as any: a rare Southern California occurrence: a cold, rainy, and dreary winter day that kept normal people indoors. What better day to go to the happiest place in the world. We’d have the whole amusement park to ourselves.
Wendy was in and out of the shower before I finished shaving, and by the time I was out of the shower she was dressed. She had laid out the clothes she wanted me to wear. “I little excited, aren’t we?” I asked.
“You don’t know how much so,” she replied with a naughty wink. She was dressed in a loose-fitting, plaid, wool school-girl-type skirt, which went down to just above her knees. She had on black stockings to keep her legs warm, and a fuzzy sweater to keep the rest of her warm. My clothes were a pair of my loose fitting rock climbing pants, and a turtle-neck rugby sweater, underwear mysteriously missing. Matching raincoats and hats completed our outfits.