Goooood Morning
I'm a morning person. A hot to trot, rise with the sun, why
waste a minute of the day, ready to cockle doodle do, kind
of chick. You'd think that on vacation at an exotic resort
I'd sleep in. The way my boyfriend, Peter, and I were fucking,
I should have been exhausted. But, I wasn't. I stuck to my
ritual.
My eyes opened every morning at 5am with my body aching for
its morning fix. A good come to start my day, before heading
to the ocean for a swim. As usual, I quietly rolled out of
bed and headed for the shower.
I stepped into the steady jet stream and let the 'morning
rain' wash me clean after the endless fucking that had gone
on for most of the night.
After a quick wash, I got on to what I really wanted. I took
down the most amazing shower head and sat back on the edge
of the tub.
Legs spread, I pointed the pelting water at my pussy. The
droplets ran down my mound. Coated my dark bush of curly
pubies. Bounced off my glistening labia. Trickled downwards,
through my slit, mixing with my fluids, already seeping
from my contracting bright pink, wet pussy-hole. I turned
the dial and let the pressure and stream get stronger and
more direct. Aimed right at my clit, the water turned it
into a swollen, ruby red bud. I pulled back the sheath, allowing
maximum exposure and watched the water fuck my cunt. My
legs wanted to close around the bone-colored nozzle, but
I forced them to stay open. The trembling in my thighs began.
My tummy tightened. My gaping hole started to quiver, wanting
a big dick to plunge into it.
I leaned back and held my breath, while bringing the shower
head closer, letting it pound on my swollen knob. In seconds
the wave flowed through me. I shrieked in ecstasy.
At home, the bathroom was down the hall. In the hotel room,
it was a few feet away from where Peter slept in our bed. On
the second morning, Peter must have heard me come.
Peter's not a morning person. In a daze, he stumbled into
the bathroom. His eyes widened. I took him by the hand and
lured him into the shower. I sudsed him up, taking extra
care to clean his cock and butt-hole, massaging both with
arousing touches. The 'sleepy head' became more cocky
than a rooster announcing the dawn of a new day.
Peter took the sponge away from me. His strong fingers glided
along my body coated in slick gel. He trailed downwards.
First between my breasts, then to my stomach. Through my
bush to the top of my clit. He hugged my mound with his big
hand, then gently dipped a finger into my swollen, slippery
cunt. By now, his cock was standing at attention and he was
wide awake.
Peter took one leg and draped it over his shoulder. He knelt
down and kissed the insides of my thighs. I could see the
water mix with my love juices, and run in little rivulets
down my legs, onto the dark tight curls of his head. Peter
made his way back up and smeared his face into the love goo
as he began to eat me out. His tongue probed into me, flicking
against my clit, while three fingers pushed in and out of
my hole.
I grabbed his hair as I ground my crotch into his face. The
urge for him to be inside me was unbearable. An orgasm ripped
through me.
On weakened leg, I supported myself. My other leg was still
around Peter's neck. Lucky for him, I'm very flexible.
He stood up and had me doing the splits. He held me tightly
as he drove his pecker into my flesh. He pinned me against
the wall. We both started to slide. The tub was slippery.
Peter carried me to our bed, never skipping a beat. He caught
a nipple in his mouth. His teeth sank in gently. The tugging,
biting, sucking was too much. My nails dug into his back
as I reeled through another orgasm, shuddering around
his cock as it plunged relentlessly into me. Peter pumped
into my sumptuous cunt, spewing forth his love-goo into
my well. His scalding stuff washed my insides clean.
That afternoon, after a day at the beach, Peter insisted
we shower together before dinner. It wasn't long before
the water fell like raindrops on our satiated bodies. There
was something wickedly erotic about water, Peter informed
me.
Since that day, Peter's morning priorities changed. He
became a morning person.
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