Foreword
These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use.
Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your usual usage.
Crutch/ Crotch has been a subject of much comment. Australians more commonly use 'crutch' and that meaning of the word is supported by the Macquarie Dictionary.
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Story
Until now, the nights we'd shared in my bed had been somewhat celibate. While nakedness and cuddles were very much part of the routine, the walls of the house were paper thin, the bed squeaky and the opportunities for sex in other places almost endless; so why risk a grand display for the rest of my family. But in the back of my mind, I'd been hoping for an opportunity to get the house to ourselves for a bit.
One night when Greg was sleeping over, it looked as though that chance might come. Mum was spending the night with our friends in the hinterland; planning to hit the country markets early the next morning. At the same time a big southerly had brought through some heavy swell and my dad and brothers had been talking about how well the point break was working and of their intention to go for an early surf in the morning. I didn't make a big point of it with Greg, but before going to bed I made sure the condoms and a towel were handy.
I woke shortly after dawn the next morning. Greg, still asleep beside me, was displaying his usual morning glory. When I heard the rain brought in by the Southerly beating against my window, my first thought was "great; we've had a whole summer of endless blue skies and the one and only morning I really want good weather to get my family out of the house, it's raining". Maybe that's a bit self-centred given the same Southerly that had brought the surf up was the one now bringing the rain, but I was worried the surfers might squib it and stay in bed. Then I realised what had woken me had been the sound of my family getting ready to leave for surfing.
As I heard the door close, I snuck out of the bed as quietly as I could. I wanted to make sure they'd all gone. Grabbing a beach towel to hide my nakedness if I was confronted by a brother, I searched the house to make sure no-one was home. Satisfied with that, I had a quick morning pee and brush of my teeth. Then after securing the latch on the front door to slow down the entry of any returning family member, I went back to my room where my sleeping lover still lay; his body already prepared for action even if he didn't know it was imminent.
After fully closing the curtains I grabbed a condom and crept on to the bed; straddling Greg while trying not to make contact with him and wake him up. Then as gently as I could I rolled the condom over his member. All this sneaky preparation had left me aroused in anticipation, so as soon as it was on, I bent Greg's member skyward and lifted myself up over it. It was this movement that finally woke Greg.
It took only a second for Greg's brain to register what was happening and even as he said "good morning, what are you up too?", his hands moved on to my hips to guide and encourage me. I vaguely recall answering him with something along the lines of "I'm taking your temperature cause you look pretty hot to me", although I don't really remember because by then I was too busy burying his shaft in my body.
To try something new, I sat upright on Greg cowgirl style. I was really keen to see if I could get my G spot working; even if the limit of my knowledge on the issue was what I'd read in Cleo. Leaning back over Greg's knees certainly produced a lot of pressure on my front wall, but as I pushed myself down to also bring my clit against Greg's pubis, I knew I had him in too deep to hit the right spot. So I lifted my knees a little bringing my whole body up off Greg and making the penetration much more shallow. Very quickly I started to feel some of the sensations I'd read about. I was glad I'd taken the time to have a pee while I was up.
Carrying my whole weight on my knees and back thrust arms while moving up and down was incredibly physical. Initially the noise I was contributing to the orchestra led by the squeaking of the bed was more of a grunting than anything else. Then as the pleasurable stimulation kicked in the grunt softened to more of a loud rapid moan; even more so when Greg realised my clit was lacking stimulation and started massaging it with his thumb. As the pressure built I found myself working his cock harder and faster against the wall of my tunnel and the combined noises made by me and the bed built to a rising crescendo. With his spare hand Greg was trying to reach up to a nipple, but it kept moving in and out of his reach as my body moved up and down. Even so, the brushing contact with each bounce simply added to the pleasure party my body was having.
As my orgasm broke it was heralded by a loud squealing; almost a scream as I pounded myself up and down the full length of Greg's shaft grinding out the successive waves of my orgasm as my body contracted repeatedly, seemingly almost violently around Greg's member. The violence of my pounding and the strength of the contractions around his member meant Greg came just a second later; adding his moans to the noises I'd made. Thank goodness no-one else was home!
I was left panting by the effort of it all, so it took me a moment before I could recover enough breath to give Greg a good morning kiss. As he pulled me back in tightly against his body he asked "do you intend to wake me like this very often?'
"Only as often as I wake up to find you already aroused!"
