I was awakened by early morning sunshine streaming through a slit in the curtain to our motel room's window, still spooned against Chelsea's warm body. I couldn't help but smile as my mind replayed the previous night's lovemaking.
I pulled back a few strands of golden hair and the tip of my tongue traced the outline of her ear while my hands gently caressed her breasts.
She stirred and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Hey," I said in a low voice. "Wake up, sleepyhead."
"Tommy?" she groggily asked. "What time is it?"
"A little after seven." I began sliding my hands down her body. "Were you expecting someone else, baby?"
She glanced under the covers and noticed her nakedness. "Oh, God...last night really happened!"
"It sure did. Do you feel okay?"
Chelsea giggled and commented on my growing erection pressed against her ass. "Except for whatever's poking me, I'm fine."
"Oh that? A little something extra for you since check out time isn't for a few more hours."
She turned and faced me with a wide smile. "So this is how sex works!"
"You could say so," I said, tossing back the covers, "but now let's pick up where things ended last night."
Before Chelsea could say anything else, I gave her a deep, hungry kiss and slowly pushed my cock inside her. I started to thrust, gentle at first, and then increased my pace bit by bit. She let out low moans that soon turned into loud squeals.
"Oh my God, Tommy! Push your cock all the way in; I want to feel every inch in my pussy!"
"I don't want to hurt you, baby."
"You're not...it feels so much better than when we did it last night."
Grunts and moans slipped out of my mouth as I continued trying and doing a good job of fucking her like she wanted. It didn't take Chelsea long to reach orgasm; I could feel the walls of her pussy tightening and gripping my shaft.
"Oh yeah, Tommy, I'm...!"
"Come for me, Chels," I grunted. "I want to watch you come."
With a long, drawn-out cry, she climaxed, her juices wetting my shaft as I continued giving her a fucking neither of us would forget.
Her fingers dug into my ass. "Tommy...Tommy...don't stop. Please don't stop."
"God, baby, you're a fast learner and so fucking hot!"
I was nowhere close to coming when Chelsea's orgasm calmed to several mild shivers, but the way we continued fucking, I assumed she'd have another orgasm before I busted a nut.
My assumption was correct as I continued pounding her. She cried out her second orgasm only moments before I felt my cock swell and stiffen. She writhed and moaned in satisfaction as semen shot deep into her pussy until I was completely drained.
Finished, we exchanged soft kisses and caressed each other's bodies. It took a few minutes for my cock to soften and I stood inside her for several more minutes before it became soft enough for me to - albeit reluctantly - withdraw from her tight yet well-fucked pussy.
We lay satiated for several minutes before catching our breaths.
"Much better the second time around!" Chelsea sighed with content.
I basked in her praise. "Never expected to start off the morning that way, huh?"
"No, but you won't hear any complaints. I need a shower."
"Makes two of us." I started getting out of bed. "Last one in has to wash the other's back!"
****
Chelsea and I didn't get many chances to experiment sexually once Morgan returned home, but never failed to take advantage of rare opportunities to teach her something new. I told her she needed to do more than fuck missionary style to satisfy a guy.
She enjoyed doggy style, riding my cock, reverse cowgirl, and our bodies spooned together during sex, but wasn't thrilled with me trying to fuck her full, beautiful ass. I'm aware many women don't like anal, so I didn't push the issue; perhaps a special man could someday convince her to give it another try.
She still enjoyed having her pussy eaten, but no clue how to suck cock. Morgan hated oral sex - both giving and receiving - calling it "sick" and "disgusting," and it appeared at first that Chelsea was almost equally reluctant.
I was still frustrated as hell from the near-lack of sex with Morgan when she decided to go shopping one Saturday afternoon. Naked and sitting on my lap, Chelsea was also horny; she'd just had an intense orgasm from me finger fucking her pussy while I sucked on and played with her tits before she begged me to bury my cock in her.
I grabbed the opportunity to urge her into learning how to give me a blow job instead.
Chelsea grimaced. "You want me to put that thing in my mouth? That's so gross, Tommy."
"How do you know it's 'gross' without trying?"
"Why do guys want that anyway?"
"The same reason you like having your pussy eaten. It feels amazing and a is total turn-on watching women give us blow jobs. Come on, Chels; at least try once. I'm not going to force my cock down your throat or make you swallow when I come. If you still don't like it, I won't ask again."
She sighed. "Okay, but only this one time."
I unzipped my jeans. "You'll thank me when you land a hot boyfriend someday."
I drew in a sharp breath soon as her hand made contact with my rigid shaft. I gently placed her head closer to my crotch while her hand traveled the entire length, smearing pre-cum on my erection.
She looked up at me without moving her head as I guided the tip into her mouth and instructed her step by step on how to give a good blow job.
Chelsea rolled the bottom of her tongue on the underside of my shaft and then gently scraped her teeth along the top. I rewarded her with a groan and stroked her hair when her lips slid down the top half of my erection.
"That feels so fucking good, baby. You're catching on fast. Now take in a little more."
My moans became louder when her mouth worked its way farther down my shaft. As her head bobbed at a feverish pace, I gripped a handful of her hair and thrust my hips upward each time she came down, but not so forceful that she'd choke.
I soon felt myself tensing as her hand moved to grip my balls. She gently massaged them in time with my thrusts until I could no longer hold off my orgasm.
"Chels," I groaned. "You need to stop."
She took her mouth off my cock with a confused expression. "Is something wrong?"
"No; as a matter of fact, you did so well that I'm ready to come."
"So what do I...?"
"Sit back," I told her. "I want to jack off on your tits."
"Tommy! That sounds so nasty!"
"I don't exactly enjoy the idea of getting myself off in the bathroom after receiving a nice blow job. Please, baby; let me come on those beautiful tits."
She finally agreed and sat back on her heels to give me good aim. I grabbed my cock, stroking hard until spurts of warm cum landed on each breast.
After I finished, I pulled Chelsea into my lap for a passionate kiss. She began stroking my shaft back to life while one of my hands wandered over her ass and three fingers of the other slipped back into her pussy. There was no doubt we'd been fucking within minutes right there on the couch if a car hadn't pulled into the garage.
Morgan was home!