I’ve never been one who could lie in bed for very long after I’ve woken up. I wake at around 6 and, as much as I might try and go back to sleep, I can’t.
By 6.20 I’m up.
That’s not the only thing that’s up. I suppose like most guys, I always wake up with a morning glory; one that is in far less of a hurry to go down than I’m in to get up. In the past, maybe that was because I encouraged it; thinking erotic thoughts as I lay in bed usually meant it was still there when I got up. It was nice.
In the days I wore board shorts around the house, putting them on as I got dressed would generally be the end of the glory. Even light, stretchy boardies aren’t really designed for full erections. On the whole, they don’t stretch enough to accommodate it, so you usually either end up with an erection poking up out of the waistband or a very uncomfortable bending of the erection to the side to keep it in the pants. And even with those that can stretch just enough to accommodate one in the vertical position, there is nothing they themselves generate by way of feelings to contribute to sustaining an erection.
I have to say, since the girls instigated a rather intense sexual relationship with me, the morning erections are, if anything, stronger and more persistent. I don’t really have to go to any effort to sustain it; rather it is almost impossible not to think about the sex we’ve had over the prior few days and that of itself will induce a raging boner.
But the other change that they’ve instigated has also considerably lengthened the persistence of it once I’ve gotten up. Putting on a pair of racing briefs and tucking an erection into that is a whole different experience. One that, for all of my reticence of being in such garments in public, actually makes me feel that I’ve missed out on something until now.
You sort of stretch up the garment to bring it over the top of the erection before letting the waistband settle back to its normal low waisted position. The result is a tightly sheathed erection poking up over the waistband and that tight sheathing, of itself creates quite a sexual frission in my cock. Sometimes — well actually pretty often in the mornings now – I’ve even put my hand down the front and bent my erection closer to the horizontal. It just feels nice and is visually interesting.
You can even use it to close cutlery and plate draws as I’m going about getting my morning cereal out.
And, I’ll admit, I’m often tempted to wrap my hand around it and give it a jerk or two. The result is strong enough to cause enough of a shudder of sexual excitement to momentarily bend me over as I enjoy it; way more than the effect of giving a quick jerk to a naked shaft.
Of course, none of this is intended for public viewing; even by the girls. Sure, they themselves will often induce an erection in the racing briefs they now make me — let’s say, strongly encourage me – to wear. But I certainly don’t bend it down, jerk it or use it to close draws in their presence.
Unless that is, I don’t know that they are there.
Liz caught me the day after the first dive trip.
Completely focused on getting my breakfast ready, I didn’t notice her sitting in the lounge part of our unit’s open plan living area. I’d had my hand down the pants, bending my cock down as I left my room, gave it a bit of a very pleasant hand jerk, accompanied by a very satisfying intake of breath and momentarily bending over as the pleasure of it wracked my body, used it to close both cutlery and plate draws, supported the weight of the milk bottle on it as I returned it to the fridge and then gave it another jerk.
It was only as I turned to go down to the lounge area to eat it I saw her sitting there staring at me, dressed in nothing more than a string sided bikini bottom. Immediately she stood up and walked towards me, taking the bowl of cereal and putting it back on the kitchen bench…
“Having some trouble with a persistent erection are you. You know I can fix that very quickly.”
She already had her hand wrapped around my sheathed erection. I grinned at her…
“It will settle down soon enough (although with her naked breasts right under my eyes, that statement was questionable). You don’t have to.”
“What if I want to? Wouldn’t you like a no obligation blow job?”
“What do you mean no obligation?”
“It means you don’t have to eat me out afterwards. I can see you’ve already got your breakfast for that.”
I looked at her. She had that stare that was both pure innocence and completely lustful all at the same time. When I didn’t immediately answer she simply went…
“Good, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Still circling my erection, she slid down my body as she went down to her knees. Then she unsheathed my erection, tucking the waistband under my balls.
The first full length lick she took of my erection was delightful, the first time she slid the length of its hard surface between her moist lips even better. I couldn’t help it, my legs quivered as I let out a not very quiet moan.
That gaziantep lezbiyen escort was simply the foreplay before she really went to town on it. She pushed it into and out of her mouth in a continuous, fairly rapid sequence. It wasn’t just her lips caressing it, I could feel her warm, wet tongue almost wrap itself around it as it slid past before the tip was compressed at the back of the throat.
How or why she was willing and able to push it in that far I’ll never know.
I was certainly not willing to put my hands on the back of her head as if I was pushing her onto it. Instead I just dropped them down to where her breasts could rub themselves against my palms; quite enjoying the feeling of her hard nipples bending up and down against them.
Twice, almost like she was coming up for air, she’d pulled my erection out and lick it vigorously, before thrusting it back into her mouth.
It was almost too much. I’ve always found my morning erections fairly fragile on those occasions a girlfriend has instigated morning sex. Fragile in the sense of premature ejaculations. This was showing evidence of being no different. It didn’t seem that long before I announced…
“I’m close to coming.”
Liz took my erection out and looked up at me…
“Do you want it swallowed or sprayed?”
As I hesitated for a moment, she continued…
“I’ll bet at heart you’re a spraying man.”
She put it back in her mouth. If her taking it out as she spoke to me provided a temporary reprieve, it was very temporary…
“It’s happening.”
She took my erection out of her mouth and started licking it vigorously. I looked down. Groaning my pleasure, I watched the first rope of it splatter all over her mouth; splashing up onto her nose as well. Then she bent my erection down, causing the following ropes to spray all over her breasts as she swung it from side to side. I hadn’t really noticed until the first time the girls gave me head what a volume of cum I ejected. It was all over her, a thick, milky fluid, slowly running down her face and chest.
She licked my still firm cock clean and tucked it back into the racing briefs; leaving a thick, still unyielding shaft laying off to the side…
“There. That fixed it.”
“Is this going to be a regular morning service?”
I immediately regretted asking that question; one that I’d intended only as a joke. The fact was, I always felt quite guilty about this sort of one sided sex; but nor did I want to create a precedent for what could easily turn into a morning threesome orgy every morning.
“That might depend on whether I’m up. But maybe sometimes I might decide to use it as a nice warm clit dildo on myself instead.”
Liz licked up some cum that was running across her lips as she looked down at her breasts…
“God, a girl could drown in your cum. Do you always spray out so much? No wonder I have such a big pool of cum stain in my undies after you fuck me.”
“I can’t say I’ve ever measured it.”
“Well, maybe that’s what we need to do. Empty you into a cup and measure it.”
Liz stood up, stood in front of me and turned her shoulders from side to side, wobbling her breasts under my nose…
“Is this the effect you like?”
I have to admit, there was something powerfully erotic about seeing her breasts and face covered in my cum — in a very guilty sort of way. I had no easy answer for her question, so I flipped it…
“What about you? What do you think of giving a guy head and getting covered in his cum?”
“It depends on the guy. And so far that just means you. So what do I think of getting covered in your cum?…”
She hesitated a moment…
“I sort of like it. I like sucking your dick; maybe in the same way you like sucking my nipples. And I think getting covered in cum is amusing. In fact, I might take a photo of me before I wash it off. But I can swallow too you know.”
That was an interesting way of looking at it; comparing giving head to sucking nipples. I don’t know what it is that makes a guy so fascinated with sucking nipples, but I certainly am; especially the girls’ highly erotic ones. But then I don’t end up being covered in their bodily fluids as I do so. And as much as they moan in pleasure as I do it, nor do they quickly cum to that alone; even if they can have nipple orgasms. Which raises the other issue…
“What about me not reciprocating in giving you head?”
“You give us plenty of orgasms, including going down on us. I know you don’t want the mornings to turn into a pre-work orgy, and if you fuck me, you’re going to feel you have to fuck Eve too and suddenly you have an orgy. In this house, the orgasm gap goes the other way to normal, so I think I can give a bit of head without feeling bitter and twisted.”
The cum was starting to get a bit of momentum running down from where it had landed. She obviously could feel the effect as she looked down at it. She picked her phone up from the kitchen bench and gave it to escort gaziantep lezbiyen me…
“Here. Take the photos.”
In a way it was a photo I didn’t want on my phone, as at the same time, I did. There was something quite erotic about it. I mean, just a picture of her naked breasts was enough to be called erotic. Having them covered in my cum was at another level.
Once I took it, Liz disappeared into the bathroom to clean herself up.
But something in what happened that morning had a trigger for the girls. That evening, as we lay exhausted on the bed after finishing what I suppose you’d call a threesome orgy, Eve asked me…
“What would you think of us taking turns sleeping in your bed?”
It took a moment for my brain — drained of any sustenance by all the blood that had to flow to my cock to maintain the erection the girls had induced in me for the last hour, interrupted briefly only as I refracted from three orgasms, and even at that moment in a full boner state encouraged by the hand Liz had wrapped around it — to process the question.
The distraction of Eve’s breasts after she had dramatically staged an exhausted collapse across my chest, leaving her breasts elevated above the rest of her body and right under my eyes with her nipples on a full jutting setting, certainly didn’t help.
To date, the topic of shared beds had been raised but set aside by the accepted wisdom that, in this tropical climate where even a cover of a sheet was too hot, three people sharing a queen sized bed would be impractical. Turn taking hadn’t arisen.
It gave Eve time to add…
“We promise, no threesome orgies. But maybe a nice morning quickie with the lucky girl would be Ok. You know, you finger us then fuck us. Something that doesn’t take too long or use too much energy. After all, it’s in the morning that you guys have your highest testosterone count and are at your randiest. Why waste randiness.”
The girls had become sensitised to my concern about the timing of our threesomes and the word ‘quickie’ was starting to creep into their vocabulary. The thing was, having sex with one girl basically always meant having it with both of them. And given they seemed almost, well I suppose the word is insatiable, it was always a highly intense, exhausting and prolonged excersise. I like sex. Indeed, I love sex with them. But it meant there had to be a time and a place for it so that it could fit in our busy days.
And actually, what I really missed was the personal intimacy of one on one sex that just isn’t the same in a threesome.
Had the girls not had identical University programs and were therefore never separated, I might have been able to approach it differently. But so far, the opportunity of getting them alone had been almost zilch; early morning encounters with my morning glory excepted.
My knowledge that I was also prone to premature — well maybe that’s too harsh, let’s say earlier — climaxes in the morning didn’t matter where they were happy to just be fingered. It was where I had to spend a lot of time pleasuring them with my erection to get them to climax that it became an issue…
“If that suited you girls, yea, sure.”
“Good. Liz and I have already worked it out, and it’s my turn tonight.”
Well, that might have been predictable had I had time to think about it. But at that moment, it caught me by surprise. Not an unpleasant one, but it just once again showed how the girls are always far ahead of me in planning these things. I just hope she didn’t mind the sweat soaked sheets on my bed from our just finished orgy. I suppose they had an hour or two to dry before we retired for the night.
As we went to bed, Eve showered ahead of me and was lying there as I crossed the room to climb into my bed. At this time of year, there were no covers; just a sheet folded down the end of the bed in the unlikely event I got chilled during the night.
Eve was lying there naked. That was no surprise. I already was well aware the girls either slept naked or, at most, with a tiny pair of panties. With her hands behind her head in an ‘I’m watching you’ look and her body laid out flat, it wasn’t necessarily a ‘come take me’ pose. But when a stunningly attractive young woman, with highly sexualised body is lying naked in front of you, the pose doesn’t count for much.
All the expended energy in the earlier orgy wasn’t enough to stop a swelling of my cock that left it dangling noticeably deeper, thicker and a fair bit stiffer between my legs. I could see Eve watching it too.
It’s not as though I’d never climbed into bed alongside a woman before. But in my previous monogamous relationships there was sort of a known protocol of what would happen. Either you’d both know sex was on the agenda and the last one in would almost jump on the other, or you’d lie demurely alongside and see what the bedtime kiss would led to. But the latter approach was always much easier when you had a sheet covering to act as a stage prop for gaziantep lezbiyen escortlar the actors to play with as they went through the motions.
So what was different about lying alongside Eve? It is hard to express. The sexual orgy a mere couple of hours ago and the need to treat the girls equally complicated the decision making process. Plus the ‘contract terms’ of our sleeping together was a fuck in the morning, not necessarily one as we went to bed too.
I felt quite awkward as I climbed into the bed and lay down a modest distance from her; trying not to let my highly visible, dangling half mongrel develop into a statement making full, vertical erection.
Eve immediately shuffled across and positioned herself half across my chest…
“The nice thing about sleeping together is we get to have a really intimate goodnight kiss.”
As she put her arm across my shoulder as she kissed me, it made a strong suggestion I turn sideways to face her. I complied with her silent request. But as our bodies came into full face to face contact and my cock made contact with her thigh, it almost immediately exploded into a full erection, forced downwards against her flesh.
It was uncomfortable enough I pulled my hips back to let it flip to the vertical before pushing it back against her, this time digging into her lower stomach.
What Eve instigated was certainly an intimate goodnight kiss. Her hands were all over me like a rash; gliding up and down my body, one moment cupping the cheek of my butt, the next stroking through my hair, all as her tongue played around deeply inserted into my mouth. I reciprocated, using a similar upper thigh to hair movement, but maybe loitering a little longer around the curve of her hips, where its womanly shape felt particularly nice, reminding me so vividly of the beautiful woman I was pashing.
As tempting as it was to play with her breasts, I avoided any blatantly obvious stimulation of her erogenous zones.
Eve wasn’t rubbing her body against me in the sexual way she usually did as foreplay, so I was a bit surprised when she bent my cock down and penetrated herself with it before going back to just stroking and kissing her only obvious action on my cock being to periodically push herself down hard on it; ensuring I stayed fully penetrated to the extent her vaginal opening was held firmly against the base of my erection.
If I wanted intimacy in its truest form, this was it. We were all over each other, and clearly highly aroused, and yet neither was doing anything that was obviously intended to start any progression to orgasm. We were simply enjoying the intertwining of our bodies and all the physical contact that entailed.
That’s not to say my cock wasn’t throbbing. It was. In the most pleasurable way; bathing in Eve’s vagina and responding by being inflated to that sensitive, rock hard, skin stretching level. And when Eve pushed herself down on it, there were times I couldn’t help but reply with a couple of short hard thrusts. But every time she pushed, or I thrust back, I could feel the mucus binding of my captured erection into her vagina. It too created a delightful sense of ultimate intimacy which I had not the slightest desire to undo for the mere purpose of stimulating myself to orgasm.
The question was, how long did this go on for? It was an answer I was leaving to Eve. She started it, I figured she’d end it when she was ready. It was low energy and highly pleasurable and I was in no hurry. Frankly, had I simply fallen asleep in that position, I would have regarded myself as being in heaven.
The end came in an unexpected manner. I suddenly realised my cock was slowly warming up; glowing with a deep pleasure which was rapidly gaining in intensity. There was no particular point or action of stimulation. There was nothing I could do or not do to stop it. It was simply expressing its ecstasy at being where it was. Only withdrawing would stop it, and I wasn’t sure it wasn’t too late for that anyway.
As my first ejeculative pulse generated a deep burst of pleasure, I groaned loudly; unable to help myself as I took three fast but short thrusts into Eve, which prolonged the orgasm.
As it passed, I took the cliché male approach…
“Sorry. It happened suddenly.”
“Why do you have to be sorry?”
“Because it was meant to be a goodnight kiss, not a fuck.”
Eve laughed…
“You’re way too hard on yourself; if you’ll excuse the pun. It is whatever it becomes.”
“Do you want me to finish you?”
“It was — it still is — a beautiful moment of intimacy as we said goodnight. It was everything I wanted from it.”
Eve went back to kissing me, screwing her vaginal opening around my still hard erection. But as it started to soften, she broke off…
“Well, I’d better catch the mess before we wet the bed again. The amount of cum you pump out is much more than I ever thought guys would do.”
“Don’t ask me if it’s normal or not. I’ve only ever seen my own.”
“And I’ve only ever seen yours.”
Eve reached behind her to pull yet another hand towel from the stack on the bedroom table. We’d long since given up on being subtle about them. They were stacked openly — up to 10 deep sometimes – on the side tables in each of our bedrooms, and another stack on display in the living room. We’d easily far more than doubled the record of Eve’s mum in having twenty go through the wash in one week.