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Morning Wood You?  

Eruditelstygent2 63M
6 posts
12/18/2014 10:19 am
Morning Wood You?

There's little which I find more enjoyable than a rare Sunday morning when I am not working... Note: I have separated the paragraphs for the grammar nazis.

Morning-Wood YOU?
I wrote this for a special friend originally, partly in the first person narrative. I’m not sure if I will edit this later for continuity but my current leaning is to just post it as I wrote it on my phone while at the gym for the most part. I hope it brings you enjoyment.

Good morning, my little ****. How nice it wood be to slowly awaken, to feel your warm womanly body<b> snuggled </font></b>beside me. Your scent upon my lips. My hand around your big, sexy firm breasts and your lovely, globular lower hemispheres surrounding my cock. Feeling them slowly undulating against me so that by the time I am fully conscious, I have an erection that could cut glass…, {=}
I was contemplating that, which I wrote you first thing yesterday…I would enjoy expounding (with the operative part being the pounding) upon my thoughts along those lines.

Well, my beautiful little ****, my thoughts were that the feeling of your warm and undulating buttocks upon my shaft at that early hour would certainly result in an excruciatingly hard erection. I would feel compelled to reach downward and cup your buttock with my hand, the fingers approaching your most sensitive areas and you would draw up your topmost leg, an encouragement to explore further. My hand would approach your heated sex, drawn inexorably like a pit viper to its prey, that beautiful pussy, to find that it is already swollen and wet with desire.

I would begin to run my fingers along the length of your sex, feeling the viscous lubrication coat them, and you as I explore you and tease you. Your soft moans would be an encouragement to me as my manhood throbbed against your ass cleavage. I would most likely bring the fingers of my hand upward to taste your essence, then put them in your mouth…sharing is caring, and then back down to lightly manipulate your clit, lips and even perhaps lower.

It would be with powerful anticipation for both of us that my fingers would begin to directly explore your opening, to tease it and feel it suck slightly upon them. I would feel the desire to replace them with the already crimson colored head of my dick, to get it completely coated with your wetness before slowly entering you. Or I could continue to stir you manually and bring you off the first time that way. Which would you prefer this morning ****?...

…OK, then I would take the bulbous head and move it into position so that the now very prominent ridge is kissed by your lips, and in turn kisses your wanton and yearning hole. I would slowly rub it back and forth along your length, getting my entire shaft coated with you, stroke your clit lightly, making it achingly erect and sensitive before finally moving that distended head against your equally swollen entrance and feel you give a sensuous grunting shove backwards as you engulf it. The whole thing, like a small smooth plum, now inside of you as you begin to undulate against me.

Imagine me, grasping the juncture of your waist and hip, applying pressure as I clamp my thighs together, limiting your access to my length and increasing the tumescence of my glans at the same time. Me, feeling your hot wetness as you move against me ant then after barely any time, feeling your pussy begin to tighten like a soft, sopping, swollen vice and then rapidly begin and continue to pulsate as you begin your orgasm.

After about the first ten seconds, how would you enjoy it if I rolled you fully onto your stomach and entered you completely as you continued to cum, then furiously pumped my entire length as deeply as possible into your body and out, our wet sexes slamming together in an animalistic fury?
You might enjoy feeling my hands holding and pinioning your hips and waist to the bed as you feel me pounding into your cunt again and again. My muscular, masculine body pressing you into the bed like a 200lb bag of cement as you came and came…and came again. It would certainly take all of my stamina and willpower to keep from shooting every drop of my juice into your depths, particularly first thing in the morning.

I’d probably want to straddle your thighs at some point and plow your pussy as it squeezes my thick cock. Get nice and deeply embedded in you as you buck wildly against it and cry out in your orgasmic pleasure. And I’d love to feel your body with mine, specifically your pussy, hot and wet and inflamed with your bliss as it milks my hard, hard shaft and sensitive head to my own eventual shattering orgasm…
So I think that when I became side tracked, I had asked about rolling you face down upon the bed and as your orgasm took hold, straddling your thighs, holding your hips at the waist and pounding my penis into you, and you into the bed with my 210lb body.

Would that appeal to your sense of animal lust? Or would you rather I keep my cock extra swollen and hard albeit somewhat limited in accessibility between my own thighs as you thrash your most sensitive area against the hard, smooth, wet helmet?
Or perhaps you’d rather I fucked you from the rear, on our sides and raised your thigh so that I could play with the exterior of your kitty, to rapidly manipulate your clit as the resultant orgasm is wracking your body, making it shudder upon the entire length of my penis. The options are manifold…

…Well you beautiful little ****, to get back to my question of the 15th at 8:55PM as to which of the three options you “wood” prefer, and not having received a response (very unsatisfactory and the price for it will be heavy yet pleasant), I will choose option 2 whereby I keep my steely, swollen shaft imprisoned between my thighs, squeezing it so that the head becums empurpled and even greater in size as only it, and perhaps another couple of inches of my shaft can reside inside your lusty hide. I envision you, moaning out our lust continually as your pussy flagellates upon it and thinking of you doing so makes me extremely hot…I am so ready to take and pleasure you…

So, ****, as your pussy greedily sucks on my helmet and end of my shaft, I can further imagine you gasping out as the most sensitive nerve endings are repeatedly engaged by my girth and having the pressure make your sweet, pretty cunt begin to tighten up in preparation for another impending orgasm.
That is when I move to option three, lift your thigh, hold your sexxxy ankle and foot and place them over my thigh. Then I might just lick my hand and reach over to strum your clitoris like some perverted banjo player until you scream out your passion and reach full and intense climax writhing upon the full-length of the pole inside you as it pounds deeply into you from the rear.

Who knows, I may just get a wild hair and reach backward as your orgasm abates to lightly stroke your asshole and send additional electric shocks into and up your spine. I think that helping you cum this way would be a very exciting and erotic experience for the both of us.

I also think that being that this little vignette takes place in the early AM, and we’ve discussed the potential ramifications of that, once you regain your senses and relax for a bit, my still inflamed organ remaining inside of you, I would finally have to mount you like a , my thighs astraddle your own, and using every inch that God gave me I would fuck your now-ravaged hole with furious, frenetic and frenzied abandon, grabbing the top of your head as I kiss and lightly gnaw upon your neck until I feel you begin to climax yet again which would certainly cause me to finally groan out in the agony of my ecstasy and fill you entirely full of my pineapple custard, shot after shot, ribbon after ribbon, eruption after eruption. Finally, I collapse atop you and continue to softly grind into your hot, buttery cunt until, still joined, we roll over, my arm enfolding you and fall asleep again for a time.

You may note the alliterative reference to Colonel Kurtz in Apocalypse Now in the last paragraph.


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