A most-fulfilled sigh filled the bedroom. John was happy, immensely happy, more happy than one should have been capable of being on a Tuesday morning. The potential troubles of the day slowly permeated into his mind. They were discarded easily. John sighed a second time. This time it sounded almost like a moan.
Warm, blissful, wet, a cascade of sensation coaxed his mind out of its groggy state. It all originated from his crotch. Something was bobbing up and down, creating tingles along with it. ‘I must be having that dream again where I raise Aclysia’s Libido to 25,’ the Gamer thought. An attempt to hold onto that dream was futile. Not in the way that holding onto dreams typically was. There was simply nothing to hold onto. ‘Wait, what?’
Eyes opened to a familiar white ceiling. It was his room. When he moaned again, it bounced off his wallpapers. Blinking, drowsy but awakening rapidly, he tilted his head downwards.
He found his blankets raised in unusual ways. A familiar, naked backside, too perfect to be mistaken, peeked out beyond the lower edge of the blanket. It was raised high, wiggling ever so enticingly. The hot, moist sensation made his entire being tingle.
John threw the blanket aside and revealed his horny girlfriend. Lips stretched around his decently large cock, she was in the middle of a bob when she looked up at him. Corners of her mouth curled ever so mildly, while she gave him a V-sign with her fingers. John certainly felt like he had won every lottery out there, while Rave sucked and licked her way up until his cock popped out. Gooey strands connected them.
“About time!” she laughingly complained, replacing her mouth with her left hand. The tight grip and sensuous pumps kept John’s heart beating hard and fast. “Was getting kinda stuffy under there. Ya gotta change your sheets.”
John was all too aware of the state of the bed and of the gorgeous woman who was way too good for it. “W-what are you doing here?” he stammered.
“Ya not happy?” Rave countered with a purr. A quick kiss to the tip of his cock had John nearly forget the conversation was even happening. “This not-so-little guy seems to be real happy I’m around.”
“I’m… very happy to see the person I love most first thing in the morning.” John only realized how corny he sounded after the words had left his mouth. He blushed a bit. Rave giggled. “I just… really didn’t e-expect you? I would have changed the sheets if I knew you were coming!”
“You’re lucky ya got what I want most right here.” Rave opened her mouth wide again and went straight back to sucking him off.
Any further questions John had were wiped from his mind. With rapt attention, he followed his girlfriend taking his cock into her throat. Glossy, full lips glided down his shaft, betraying the regularity with which they had engaged in this. Lubricated by spit and precum, she slipped past the halfway point. After that, she struggled a bit. Bit for bit, she pushed further. A mixture of gags and moans reverberated through his dick. Then she pressed against the base.
Quivering, slimy walls tightened around John’s cock. He basked in the stimulation for as long as it lasted. When she could keep it up no longer, Rave quickly slipped up again. Coughing and breathing, she blinked away the tears of asphyxiation. “Getting better at this,” she said to herself, then went straight at it again.
Slower, taking her time, she sucked his entire manhood into her throat again. John, instinctively, raised a hand. The urge pushed against the last bits of uncertainty, then he put his hand on the back of her head. For a moment, Rave glanced up. He brushed through her soft, pink hair, and softly pressured her to go deeper. Casting her eyes down, she concentrated on doing exactly that. At the side, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her hands.
Once she was all the way down again, John closed his eyes and basked in the scene as a whole. His girlfriend, glorious, giving him a blowjob, wonderful, with a deepthroat, fantastic, in his own bed, magnificent, in the morning, fundateralacious. He had run out of actual words at the end. Most of his blood wasn’t exactly available to the thinking department right now.
The pressure on his dick was wonderful, second only to slamming into her tight cunt. All around, the heat of Rave’s mouth and throat surrounded him. Caved in cheeks and tiny strokes of her tongue added to the little circles she moved her head in. She gagged and moaned, struggling to stay down but enjoying that she succeeded in doing so.
“Jane, I am…” The attempt to warn her for once was cut short. Spurts of cum pumped into her throat. Rave opened her eyes wide in surprise. She remained in position however, even curling the base of her tongue up to provide further stimulation. A huge jet of seed pumped up into her gullet in response. For a few seconds, he was in heaven. Then he dropped down to the place that was akin to heaven. Rave carefully went back up, milking what was stuck in his shaft through pressure.
Rave coughed again, as she sat up. All had gone straight down, so there was nothing for her to present. “First…” she raised a finger. “…one of these days I will crush your balls for failing to warn me.” John nodded, slightly fearful she would actually make that threat true.
To ease her mood he pulled a glass of water from his inventory. He kept one there overnight because it got pretty hot in his room these summer mornings. Rave took the glass with a thankful nod and started drinking. John also grabbed a few tissues from his nightstands, as awesome as that deepthroat had been, it was a rather sticky reality that he would need to clean his dick.
Rave raised three fingers and lowered the glass. When she next spoke her voice sounded way more stable. “B, next time is my turn.”
John nodded a couple of times, that was just fair. Not sure when he would have the opportunity to sneak into her house to deliver a morning licking, but he would try. “Hope you enjoyed the cleanliness?”
“Definitely,” Rave hummed and took another sip, swirling around to get all of the taste out of her mouth. John had done as she had wanted and removed the rest of his body hair alongside what had been previously taken care of in the pubic region. It was a bit odd to have smooth legs, but he wasn’t complaining. “If you’re a good boyfriend, I might do it again anyway.”
John’s heart skipped a beat. How did she keep doing that? Not that he wanted it to stop. Rave emptied the glass and gave it back to him. After putting it away, John leaned towards her.
“What would a good boyfriend do in this situation?” He asked with a glance at her naked body.
Rave slowly lowered herself in reaction to him coming closer until she lay underneath him. “Try figuring that out yourself, ya useless boytoy.” She teased as his face hovered above hers.
“Mhm, you know that I am useless though.” John complained in a playful tone. “I will need some tips, would you rather I do this?” He kissed her neck up to her ear, “Or this?” he added with a whisper and rubbed his re-hardened dick against her wet pussy.
Rave crossed her legs behind his hips. “I think that second thing is a way better idea, tiger.” She kissed him on the mouth. His hips pressed forwards, easing into her pussy.
If the deepthroat had been heaven her pussy was super-heaven. A stupid analogy, for sure, but John didn’t care as his needy girlfriend kept her lips locked with his. Muffled moans echoed, as he pressed into her lower lips. Gradually, tantalizingly slow, he parted her folds and made her accept him all over again. Rave’s voice rose into shouts. It was clear which of the two wanted it more and for once it wasn’t John. Athletic curves writhed under him. Her spine arched when he pushed the last bits inside. Hard nipples pressed against his chest.
Sensing how close she was already, John did not stop. The moment he had hilted inside her, he was already pulling back. The pink inside her blue eyes danced with liberated ecstasy. Demandingly she squeezed his sides. He had to give her what she wanted. His pride demanded it.
No words were exchanged, no pause given – John fucked her. Hard. After pulling out, he rammed back into her. Sweet honey splattered from her pot, soiling the bedsheets with the overflow. Each thrust was easier than the last. Faster and faster, the hard thrusts followed one another. The bed went from the occasional creak to constant shaking. Flesh slapped against flesh, filling the room with the sounds of lovemaking and the sweet smell of pheromones.
Rave threw her head back. Lids fluttered, the eyes behind them hazy. High pitched, sharp moans rose above even the constant ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ of the repeated penetrations. “Yes, tiger! Harder! That’s i-i-i-iiiit! John, oh yee-ee---- JOOOOHNNNN---!”
Lips mashed back together. Her pussy was clamping down on his shaft, but the overflow of love juices kept him capable of moving. She did not ask him to stop. Whatever he was doing to her, she did not want it to end. Eyes rolled up, she did not look like even being capable of perceiving its end.
A half-slurred, “Moar,” in his mouth made it clear that she understood what was happening. Ever obliging, John gathered all the strength he had in his wiry body and fucked her right into and then through the next orgasm as well.
He was rutting into her, hammering her at a pace and strength he could not have approached before. All the while, his Skill gave him the expertise to keep hitting those sweet spots he had scouted out with such care. He had her in a multi-orgasmic haze and it felt glorious. These were the sounds he wanted to coax from Rave. The lovable, depraved, almost insane squeals and shouts of a woman in the depths of ecstasy.
‘I’m not done until her outline is a permanent part of the mattress,’ he told himself, feeling an orgasm approach. Breathing taxed and difficult, he held onto that thought. He gripped it to make it reality, almost as hard as Rave’s folds gripped onto his cock.
However, when his dumb-fucked girlfriend began squirting, that self-control was gone. The realization that his cock and bed were getting drenched by several shots of clear juices from her now gaping cunt made an unparalleled euphoria rise through his being. With one last plunge, he unloaded in the depths of Rave’s cunt. The deepest, primitive recesses of his mind cheered at the thought of painting the insides of her fertile womb white.
The rest of him was rigid, stuck in the moment of bliss, feeling her nubile form pressing against him. Vibrating at as high a frequency as human beings could, Rave was beyond moans. She was silent, eyes only half visible despite being wide open. Her outstretched tongue was exposed to the air, seeking John’s for another kiss. A last gush of pussy juice drenched them where they were joined.
Spurt for spurt, he emptied the full load into her. Then he bowed down and gave her that kiss. Hand running through her hair, he whispered, “I love you,” again and again while she came down from the orgasmic high.
A most-fulfilled sigh filled the bedroom. John was happy, immensely happy, more happy than one should have been capable of being on a Tuesday morning. The potential troubles of the day slowly permeated into his mind. They were discarded easily. John sighed a second time. This time it sounded almost like a moan.
Warm, blissful, wet, a cascade of sensation coaxed his mind out of its groggy state. It all originated from his crotch. Something was bobbing up and down, creating tingles along with it. ‘I must be having that dream again where I raise Aclysia’s Libido to 25,’ the Gamer thought. An attempt to hold onto that dream was futile. Not in the way that holding onto dreams typically was. There was simply nothing to hold onto. ‘Wait, what?’
Eyes opened to a familiar white ceiling. It was his room. When he moaned again, it bounced off his wallpapers. Blinking, drowsy but awakening rapidly, he tilted his head downwards.
He found his blankets raised in unusual ways. A familiar, naked backside, too perfect to be mistaken, peeked out beyond the lower edge of the blanket. It was raised high, wiggling ever so enticingly. The hot, moist sensation made his entire being tingle.
John threw the blanket aside and revealed his horny girlfriend. Lips stretched around his decently large cock, she was in the middle of a bob when she looked up at him. Corners of her mouth curled ever so mildly, while she gave him a V-sign with her fingers. John certainly felt like he had won every lottery out there, while Rave sucked and licked her way up until his cock popped out. Gooey strands connected them.
“About time!” she laughingly complained, replacing her mouth with her left hand. The tight grip and sensuous pumps kept John’s heart beating hard and fast. “Was getting kinda stuffy under there. Ya gotta change your sheets.”
John was all too aware of the state of the bed and of the gorgeous woman who was way too good for it. “W-what are you doing here?” he stammered.
“Ya not happy?” Rave countered with a purr. A quick kiss to the tip of his cock had John nearly forget the conversation was even happening. “This not-so-little guy seems to be real happy I’m around.”
“I’m… very happy to see the person I love most first thing in the morning.” John only realized how corny he sounded after the words had left his mouth. He blushed a bit. Rave giggled. “I just… really didn’t e-expect you? I would have changed the sheets if I knew you were coming!”
“You’re lucky ya got what I want most right here.” Rave opened her mouth wide again and went straight back to sucking him off.
Any further questions John had were wiped from his mind. With rapt attention, he followed his girlfriend taking his cock into her throat. Glossy, full lips glided down his shaft, betraying the regularity with which they had engaged in this. Lubricated by spit and precum, she slipped past the halfway point. After that, she struggled a bit. Bit for bit, she pushed further. A mixture of gags and moans reverberated through his dick. Then she pressed against the base.
Quivering, slimy walls tightened around John’s cock. He basked in the stimulation for as long as it lasted. When she could keep it up no longer, Rave quickly slipped up again. Coughing and breathing, she blinked away the tears of asphyxiation. “Getting better at this,” she said to herself, then went straight at it again.
Slower, taking her time, she sucked his entire manhood into her throat again. John, instinctively, raised a hand. The urge pushed against the last bits of uncertainty, then he put his hand on the back of her head. For a moment, Rave glanced up. He brushed through her soft, pink hair, and softly pressured her to go deeper. Casting her eyes down, she concentrated on doing exactly that. At the side, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her hands.
Once she was all the way down again, John closed his eyes and basked in the scene as a whole. His girlfriend, glorious, giving him a blowjob, wonderful, with a deepthroat, fantastic, in his own bed, magnificent, in the morning, fundateralacious. He had run out of actual words at the end. Most of his blood wasn’t exactly available to the thinking department right now.
The pressure on his dick was wonderful, second only to slamming into her tight cunt. All around, the heat of Rave’s mouth and throat surrounded him. Caved in cheeks and tiny strokes of her tongue added to the little circles she moved her head in. She gagged and moaned, struggling to stay down but enjoying that she succeeded in doing so.
“Jane, I am…” The attempt to warn her for once was cut short. Spurts of cum pumped into her throat. Rave opened her eyes wide in surprise. She remained in position however, even curling the base of her tongue up to provide further stimulation. A huge jet of seed pumped up into her gullet in response. For a few seconds, he was in heaven. Then he dropped down to the place that was akin to heaven. Rave carefully went back up, milking what was stuck in his shaft through pressure.
Rave coughed again, as she sat up. All had gone straight down, so there was nothing for her to present. “First…” she raised a finger. “…one of these days I will crush your balls for failing to warn me.” John nodded, slightly fearful she would actually make that threat true.
To ease her mood he pulled a glass of water from his inventory. He kept one there overnight because it got pretty hot in his room these summer mornings. Rave took the glass with a thankful nod and started drinking. John also grabbed a few tissues from his nightstands, as awesome as that deepthroat had been, it was a rather sticky reality that he would need to clean his dick.
Rave raised three fingers and lowered the glass. When she next spoke her voice sounded way more stable. “B, next time is my turn.”
John nodded a couple of times, that was just fair. Not sure when he would have the opportunity to sneak into her house to deliver a morning licking, but he would try. “Hope you enjoyed the cleanliness?”
“Definitely,” Rave hummed and took another sip, swirling around to get all of the taste out of her mouth. John had done as she had wanted and removed the rest of his body hair alongside what had been previously taken care of in the pubic region. It was a bit odd to have smooth legs, but he wasn’t complaining. “If you’re a good boyfriend, I might do it again anyway.”
John’s heart skipped a beat. How did she keep doing that? Not that he wanted it to stop. Rave emptied the glass and gave it back to him. After putting it away, John leaned towards her.
“What would a good boyfriend do in this situation?” He asked with a glance at her naked body.
Rave slowly lowered herself in reaction to him coming closer until she lay underneath him. “Try figuring that out yourself, ya useless boytoy.” She teased as his face hovered above hers.
“Mhm, you know that I am useless though.” John complained in a playful tone. “I will need some tips, would you rather I do this?” He kissed her neck up to her ear, “Or this?” he added with a whisper and rubbed his re-hardened dick against her wet pussy.
Rave crossed her legs behind his hips. “I think that second thing is a way better idea, tiger.” She kissed him on the mouth. His hips pressed forwards, easing into her pussy.
If the deepthroat had been heaven her pussy was super-heaven. A stupid analogy, for sure, but John didn’t care as his needy girlfriend kept her lips locked with his. Muffled moans echoed, as he pressed into her lower lips. Gradually, tantalizingly slow, he parted her folds and made her accept him all over again. Rave’s voice rose into shouts. It was clear which of the two wanted it more and for once it wasn’t John. Athletic curves writhed under him. Her spine arched when he pushed the last bits inside. Hard nipples pressed against his chest.
Sensing how close she was already, John did not stop. The moment he had hilted inside her, he was already pulling back. The pink inside her blue eyes danced with liberated ecstasy. Demandingly she squeezed his sides. He had to give her what she wanted. His pride demanded it.
No words were exchanged, no pause given – John fucked her. Hard. After pulling out, he rammed back into her. Sweet honey splattered from her pot, soiling the bedsheets with the overflow. Each thrust was easier than the last. Faster and faster, the hard thrusts followed one another. The bed went from the occasional creak to constant shaking. Flesh slapped against flesh, filling the room with the sounds of lovemaking and the sweet smell of pheromones.
Rave threw her head back. Lids fluttered, the eyes behind them hazy. High pitched, sharp moans rose above even the constant ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ of the repeated penetrations. “Yes, tiger! Harder! That’s i-i-i-iiiit! John, oh yee-ee---- JOOOOHNNNN---!”
Lips mashed back together. Her pussy was clamping down on his shaft, but the overflow of love juices kept him capable of moving. She did not ask him to stop. Whatever he was doing to her, she did not want it to end. Eyes rolled up, she did not look like even being capable of perceiving its end.
A half-slurred, “Moar,” in his mouth made it clear that she understood what was happening. Ever obliging, John gathered all the strength he had in his wiry body and fucked her right into and then through the next orgasm as well.
He was rutting into her, hammering her at a pace and strength he could not have approached before. All the while, his Skill gave him the expertise to keep hitting those sweet spots he had scouted out with such care. He had her in a multi-orgasmic haze and it felt glorious. These were the sounds he wanted to coax from Rave. The lovable, depraved, almost insane squeals and shouts of a woman in the depths of ecstasy.
‘I’m not done until her outline is a permanent part of the mattress,’ he told himself, feeling an orgasm approach. Breathing taxed and difficult, he held onto that thought. He gripped it to make it reality, almost as hard as Rave’s folds gripped onto his cock.
However, when his dumb-fucked girlfriend began squirting, that self-control was gone. The realization that his cock and bed were getting drenched by several shots of clear juices from her now gaping cunt made an unparalleled euphoria rise through his being. With one last plunge, he unloaded in the depths of Rave’s cunt. The deepest, primitive recesses of his mind cheered at the thought of painting the insides of her fertile womb white.
The rest of him was rigid, stuck in the moment of bliss, feeling her nubile form pressing against him. Vibrating at as high a frequency as human beings could, Rave was beyond moans. She was silent, eyes only half visible despite being wide open. Her outstretched tongue was exposed to the air, seeking John’s for another kiss. A last gush of pussy juice drenched them where they were joined.
Spurt for spurt, he emptied the full load into her. Then he bowed down and gave her that kiss. Hand running through her hair, he whispered, “I love you,” again and again while she came down from the orgasmic high.
