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Morning Orgasms:
Backrub, Assrub, Clitrub, Cockrub
by Backrub
(bckrub@aol.com)
and Tammy Ng
(deidreng@aol.com)
They arrived home at 2:30 A.M. after a six-hour, non-stop motorcycle
ride.
Tired and dirty, they decided to shower together before turning in.
They held each other close as the warm water washed over them, kissing and
enjoying the face-to-face contact and conversation they were denied on the
bike. Although tired, they laughed and rubbed themselves playfully against
each other: the 40-year-old half-Armenian bearded malcontent and the 20-
something Chinese clarinetist.
After shampooing each other, soaping escalated into slow foreplay.
He held her against him, her back against him, his cock nestled in between
the cheeks of her ass. He slowly rubbed himself between her ass cheeks and
she smiled to herself as she felt him harden against her.
He removed the hand-held showerhead from its holder where it had
rained down on them and switched it to the setting for a concentrated,
pulsating spray. He moved the hard/soft sputtering stream of water over
the front of her: shoulders, breasts, stomach, thighs, tickling, sensual,
wet and warm. She moved her hand over his, holding it warmly and guiding
the pulsing spray where she wanted it.
She had him spray the insides of her thighs, but avoiding her mound,
then onto her hips and then back up to her breasts. He moved his mouth
around to suck and nibble on her ear lobe and brought one hand up to caress
her breast. They moved the spray down toward her pussy. They moved it
quickly across her mound and she smiled widely, then down and up the
insides of her thighs. They playfully fought, he trying to move the spray
directly onto her mound, she trying to tease herself a bit more.
He began to suck and nibble her neck. She gasped softly and brought
his hand and the spray onto her mound. Sharp pulsing but soft/hard water
parting the matted black thatch and then softly pounding and parting the
lips underneath. She stiffened and bit her lip. He began thrusting his
cock between her wet soapy ass cheeks a bit harder. She always liked that.
She tried to use the pulsing spray to trace a line along her labia and over
her clit, trying to concentrate near, but not always on the hardening nub.
She was squirming against him and he was sliding even more intently
against her. She desperately tried to keep the pounding spray just on the
spot, right there, keep it right there...she came, almost losing her
footing and pushing him back against the wet tile wall. She stiffened and
pulsed herself, never shy about being noisy in the shower, calling out his
name, calling him 'Baby." She felt him groan deeply, bite her shoulder and
come on her ass, the warm cum with the warm water still beating against
them.
They toweled each other off, kissing, cuddling, embracing and then
crawled into bed. The long day finally hit and they were both asleep in
each others arms in minutes.
9 A.M.
He awoke first to find himself on his side, lying against her. She
was lying on her stomach and his left leg was draped over her legs and ass.
He smelled her hair and the kiwi-strawberry-whatever-it-was scent of the
shampoo from just a few hours before. He lay there for a few minutes, just
watching her sleep, reminding himself of how lucky he was to be here, and
for them to be together after all this time.
He placed his palm on her shoulder and very softly, very slowly ran
his flat palm over her shoulders, then again. Then slowly, down the ridges
of her back, his fingers running along her spine.
His hands. Strong, but soft. Large, but not ungainly. "Perfect for
grabbing my ass, while he licks me," she liked to say to women friends.
He softly kissed her shoulder as he continued to run his palm up and
down her back, slowly over her shoulders and then back down, but not yet
touching her ass.
He could not quite tell exactly when she woke, and he could not see
the smile that spread across her face soon after, but he did get to hear
the "Mmmmm!" she made just afterward. He whispered, "Lie still," she
smirked, "Talked me into it," almost into the pillow, as he continued to
run his hand over and over her back - smoothing, caressing, warm on a June
morning.
He bent over to nudge her long black hair away from her neck and then
kissed the back of her neck just as his hand moved onto her ass.
"Your hired," she said.
He moved his hand over her ass cheeks several times and then returned
to her back, moving completely over the length of her back and then onto
her ass again.
With one finger he traced the inside of her thighs. She squirmed and
separated her legs for him. His hand returned to her ass, rubbing the soft
skin of her cheeks in a slow circle. He watched as she shivered , and a
wave of goosebumps spread across her flesh, only to subside again.
With two fingers he began to trace the valley between her ass cheeks,
one on each side. From the bottom of her spine until he felt the hair of
her pussy, then circling one cheek or the other to return to where he had
started. As his hand followed her curve he would slow and reverse and
knead her resting muscle. He heard her sigh.
At the end of one sliding traverse of her ass, his hand stopped and
began to creep further on, rubbing the small space between her ass and her
pussy. Tight little circles, pressing firmly into her, alternated with a
back and forth that pulled alternately at her ass and pussy. He felt her
twitch, her hips move against the bed.
His fingers traced and opened her labia. Inside she was wet all
over, and his finger slid easily into her, and out again, and forward to
her clit, and back, and in again. He shifted himself up onto one elbow to
get better leverage. As his finger explored her, he watched the muscles of
her back tense and relax, following the rhythm of his penetration of her
interior, the excitation of her clit. He could plainly see the pulse
dancing in her jugular as it paralleled the taut tendon of her throat.
Finger covered with her juice, he turned endless circles around the
jutting nub of her clit. Her twitching intensified. He watched her hands
close in tight fists, holding the sheets for dear life. Her breath became
a series of staccato gasps. She came, the animal sounds muffled by the
pillow.
She lay still for a while, and he watched the tension drain away from
her pose. He almost thought she had fallen asleep again when she turned
over. She smiled a lazy smile at him, then licked her lips.
"Hope you're proud of yourself. Making a little girl squirm first
thing in the morning. And I was in the middle of such a nice dream, too.
I wonder if I could remember it if I stroked your cock for a while?"
"Only one way to find out."
"I suppose."
She got out a little squeeze bottle of massage oil from the night
table. She lay back down in the middle of the bed and he straddled her
waist. His cock was already respectably stiff. She pooped the top of the
bottle and squeezed some oil out onto her fingers. The liquid slid between
them, dotting the space between her breasts. Her nipples rose as the cool
oil hit her skin.
"This has to warm up a bit before I touch anything delicate with it."
She turned her fingers over and let the oil drip onto her chest. She
poured a little more directly onto her skin from the bottle, then set it
aside. The liquid tried to escape down across her belly, but she corralled
it, spreading it across her breasts, rubbing it into her skin while he
watched.
"Well, ought to be warm enough now..."
She pressed her palm flat against her chest and rubbed herself,
spreading and closing her fingers until the oil squished out between them.
Only then did she finally lift her hand to take hold of his trembling
member. Her hand closed around his cock head, coating it immediately with
warm oil. Her hand turned back and forth, as if she was polishing the knob
of his cock. The excess oil ran across the back of her hand and down the
shaft of his cock, getting lost in the forest of hair surrounding his
balls.
She spread the oil along the length of him with practiced dexterity.
She held her hand still and let him pump his cock in and out for a while,
through her curled fingers. She watched him smile as their eyes met. He
bent over to kiss her on the mouth as her hand pumped away at his cock.
The oil that had escaped before was now dripping from ends of his
hair or the naked skin of his balls. Her free hand collected it, and added
the oil remaining on her chest. She worked it around so that it coated her
middle finger.
"One good ass rub deserves another."
Her finger slid between his ass cheeks. She quickly found his
asshole and rubbed the oiled finger against it, and then into it. His cock
grew even stiffer, and he made a little whimper of pleasure as the tip of
her finger fucked his ass. His eyelids fluttered and he locked onto her
eyes, so she could read his pleasure. His jaw hung open. She smiled to
herself. She continued to pull rhythmically at his cock, watching the head
engorge.
"One potato, two potato, three potato, four.
Five potato, six potato, seven potato, more.
Nine potato, ten potato, eleven potato, whore."
His cock head was puffed out, shiny, smooth and purple. Her motion
changed to quick jerks of the shaft of his cock, concentrating on his
favorite spot on the underside, just below the head.
"My... mother... says... to... pick... the... very... next... one...
and... that... means... I... love...you...!"
He shuddered and groaned. His cock spat white come across her chest.
"Men are so wonderfully predictable."
She wriggled her finger free of his ass as her other hand pulled the
last blobs of come from his cock.
"Now I remember my dream! It had something to do with breakfast in
bed."
She flipped a drop of come off of her breast onto the tip of her
finger. She brought it to her lips and let her tongue flick out and lick
it up.
"Does that mean I have to get the bagels?"
"Not before I finish the first course."
She licked up the come from her chest and sucked the last clear drops
from his cock, sliding her lips and tongue back and forth over the
underside of his shaft, and then engulfing it one last time as he shivered
some more.
"Mmmm, now I remember what lox always reminds me of. I hope we have
some in the refrigerator."
"And if we don't?"
"I'm sure you can come up with an acceptable substitute."
He groaned.
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Morning Orgasms:
Backrub, Assrub, Clitrub, Cockrub
by Backrub
and Tammy Ng
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