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Heather's Breakfast
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Heather's Breakfast
Every morning Carl would have breakfast, then sit and read the
morning paper while he sipped his coffee. He would then pat Heather on
the behind and leave for work. All this was fine, except Heather
decided enough was enough. She was tired of being overlooked in the
morning. Especially since that was when she was the most chipper.
Fresh from sleep, she awoke feeling lusty and ready to make love.
Carl on the other hand, wasn't awake until he hit the shower and
had his first cup of coffee. The idea of sex first thing in the
morning only hit him on weekends when he had time to lounge around in
bed a couple of hours.
Heather had her mind made up. She slipped into a sexy blue
outfit, Carl's favorite color, and planted her sweet bottom on the
table in front of Carl. He could hardly ignore her when she began to
massage her cunt and strip out of her top.
Carl's cock sprang to attention, much to his surprise. Heather
gently kneaded his crotch then slowly released Carl's stiff tool from
its confines. She was feeling naughty and decided to teach him a
lesson for ignoring her so much. She would make him late for the
office. While Carl was more than ready to get it on, Heather was not.
She wanted to play around first. So, she began to teasingly lick and
bite Carl's cockhead, not giving him what he wanted, a good suck. He
tried pushing it into her mouth but she coyly refused.
Instead, she gazed up at him innocently, like she had no idea
he was in a hurry. She kept up her teasing for a few more minutes,
then she sat on the table and offered her sweet pussy to Carl.
Seeing her spread before him, her cunt glistening with desire, Carl
couldn't resist tasting her. He pushed his hot tongue into her and
began to lap at the honey dripping from her. The heady scent of her
made his cock twitch.
He worked his tongue around the outer lips of her pussy before
letting it come to rest on her sensitive pink clit. He liked to tease
her this way, knowing how she would begin to beg for his cock.
Heather moaned and began to push her crotch into his face, rubbing
it against his tongue. She thought of his huge cock filling the void
in her and she began to shiver in expectation. She grabbed his head as
she drove herself into his face. She enjoyed smearing her moistness on
his tongue and lips, and let out a deep, throaty moan as he flicked his
tongue across her burning hole.
Her breathing became irregular and labored as she neared her
climax. As her nipples hardened, she pinched them and caused the
delicate pain that she loved. Exquisite tingles flashed throughout
her body. Her plan of teasing revenge had backfired. She cried,
"Carl, fuck me! I'm coming Carl, please, shove that cock into me!
Now, Carl now!"
While her cunt was still throbbing from cumming, Carl shoved
his great hammer into her, just in time to feel the last traces of
her throbbing dying away. He soaked up the heat of her before he
began to move. He knew she was at her most sensitive point right
now and that she liked to have him pound his cock into her while
she was still cumming, but he made her wait. He was excited by her
passion and he knew he couldn't last long. He made his strokes
slow and steady hoping to keep his cool for awhile. Heather felt
hot and tight around him, her pussy seeming to suck at him with every
stroke.
He pulled her into his lap, letting her fuck him at her own pace,
but she was too wild, trying to get every inch of him into her. So he
turned her over, once more steadying himself.
He watched himself sliding in and out of her. His cock looked so
huge against her tight little back hole, how could she take it all, he
wondered. Her musky nectar overflowed as he rammed his dick into her.
The sensation was beyond belief. His dick felt so hard, like it would
burst any minute, and in a few more strokes he knew it would.
But, today it was not to be. She turned around to face him. She
hungrily grabbed his throbbing flesh and began to suck it. She was
well beyond the delicate teasing stage. All she wanted was to see him
shoot his cum all over her. She had hardly begun to work on it when
Carl began to moan and say he could feel it cumming. She could see his
ass muscles begin to twitch.
He came in torrents, drenching her with the hot liquid. Carl
shivered in pleasure as he watched it stream across her face. She
opened her mouth wide and caught flying droplets of love juice on her
tongue. Jet after jet coated her cheeks and mouth. She couldn't seem
to get enough as she continued to stroke and lick him. She tried to
wash her face with it as if it was soap.
Carl collapsed in exhaustion. Heather looked at him and smiled.
She doubted that Carl would find the newspaper nearly as interesting
tomorrow morning.
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