A slight movement on the bed woke me up. The room was dark, except the strands of moonlight that was filtering into the room through the half-open blinds, creating stripes of light and shade on the crumpled bed. You had moved a little, readjusting yourself on your chest, face buried sideways in the fluffy pillow. The sheet with which I had covered you up before going to sleep myself was now almost off your lithe body, laying across only your waist. Your thighs were slightly parted. You were breathing lightly, in a steady rhythm, completely at peace with your raging passion.
As I kept looking at your face, the memories of last night came flooding back. True, we went to bed after a gap of a very long time, but your animal energy had completely thrown me off balance. There was even a fleeting moment of self-doubt, when I wondered whether my forty-year old body will still be able to match up with the intense energy of your raw energy of twenty-one. But that cleared off quickly, as I realised that you were as starved as I was. It was intense, and the force with which we came blew us both off. We were also both tired, and that probably answered how blissfully you were sleeping.
A familiar stirring woke me up from my reverie. Unbeknown to me, my sight had rested on your shapely asscheeks, and my manhood was beginning to raise its head. I was thirsty to taste you, and your buns were inviting me for an early-morning dessert.
Lowering my torso, I reached down towards your waist, sniffing my way down. The smell was heady, a mixed one of our sexes, our love-juices, our passion. Your pussy was glistening in moonlight, as I brought my mouth down to softly caress the puffy outer folds of your labia. My tongue tasted dried cum, and I quickly proceeded to lick you clean, with soft, slow strokes. I didn't want to wake you up in a start!
As my tongue went its way past the outer lips, into your inner folds, it tasted fresh wetness! God -- you were already creaming...soft droplets of pre-cum dripping along the inner walls of your pussy, giving away fresh smell of sex...my lips moved over your quivering clitoris, holding it lightly between my lips and allowing my tongue to savour its pliant softness. My palms held your smooth asscheeks, placing the thumbs across your crinkled anus, as I traced back a trail of saliva from your clit to your rosebud.
Although you didn't say a word, I knew instinctively that you were awake, awaiting my ministrations on your lovely puckered hole. The asshole was quivering in moonlight, with the few strands of fine hair touching my nose -- I could tell they were standing on edge! I pulled my thumbs across, slightly opening up your anus, and nibbling soft kisses on the entrance to the dark tunnel. You groaned, readjusting your thighs and opening up yourself more. I felt a large drop of pre-cum dripping on my thigh, and scooped it up in my finger, massaging your clit with it. You grabbed my hand, and guided two fingers inside your delectable pussy, enveloping them in your tightness.
My fingers moved, as if with a mind of their own, opening up your love hole with each corkscrew motion. Your clit was throbbing, as I took it under my thumb, rubbing it incessantly as my tongue continued to lash and probe your ass-tunnel. It was already buried about half-inch inside your asshole, and trying to open you further. Streams of pussy-juice were flowing out from your gushing wet hole as you moaned with wild abandon.
And then your ass buckled, as you came creaming. The ass-tunnel throbbed around my tongue, as a torrent of woman-juice erupted from deep inside your pussy, drenching my hand. I waited for the trembling to subside, and kept massaging your pussy. Finally, when you seemed spent, I disengaged my tongue, sliding along your body to meet your face.
