Y'know, there just aren't many better ways to greet the day than waking up next to some sweet young thing after fucking her till the wee hours of the previous night. One of those ways, however, happens to be waking up to the sensation of said babe's hot, steamy mouth engulfing your morning woody. With that kind of wake-up call, who needs an alarm clock?
"Hey, darlin'. What time is it?"
"Only six. We still have a good hour and a half...two if we share the shower."
"Sounds good to me. Gimme a sec to hit the bathroom."
Cheryl insisted on coming along, as I halfway expected her to. For some reason, she gets a kick out of holding my dick and aiming it as I take a piss. Not that I'm complaining, but it looked like we'd both be getting a real workout this morning...at least, if that horny little minx had anything to say about it.
I finished up and led Cheryl back to bed for a proper start to the day. Before she could pick up where she'd left off, I grabbed her hips and swung her around on top of me. The way I saw it, if she was gonna gobble my sausage, I might as well get a taste of her taco.
I guess you could say we're both messy eaters. Every few strokes, Cheryl'd break off to lick or suck one of my balls. Not to be outclassed, my tongue would occasionally wander from her cunt for a teasing taste of her asshole, a little twist that always makes her squirm with delight. Other times, I'd use my teeth to grab hold of that little ring in her clit for a moment or two. Even so, I was barely able to make her cum before I succumbed to her cocksucking expertise.
We just lay together like that for a couple of minutes, regathering our strength and idly kissing each other's bush. Cheryl was first to move, turning around on top of me so we could kiss. As her tongue slipped into my mouth, she wiggled her hips and ground her crotch against my stirring cock. Hey, didn't I tell you she was a horny little bitch?
As my flagpole passed half-mast, Cheryl sat up and let me know in no uncertain terms that I wasn't getting up just yet. The sight of her lean, firm body astride my hips pumped extra juice into my pecker, so it wasn't long before I was hard again. Cheryl leaned over to brush a kiss against my lips, then carefully mounted me.
No matter how often we fuck, I'm always amazed at how tight Cheryl's cunt is. It took her a couple of minutes to get my cock all the way in, followed by a few erotic minutes' worth of rocking back and forth before she could really get moving. When she did, though, she was a real bucking bronco. Cheryl does things to me that no other girl has, dancing an animalistic ballet of swivels and thrusts while whipping her body in all sorts of different directions. Make no mistake about it; when she rides a cock, she gives it her full attention and puts her heart, body, and soul into the experience. The only drawback is that I can't last too long when she gets revved up to full speed. (But then, what man could withstand such an assault for any length of time?)
Of course, she knows that, and she'd made her plans accordingly. My eyes flashed open as I felt her get up - just in time to see her step lightly off the bed.
"Honey, what...?"
"I'm not ready for you to cum yet, you son of a bitch." Cheryl was kneeling on the floor by now. "Grab Nixon and get your ass down here."
"Nixon" is Cheryl's name for her favorite vibrator, and that told me what she was up to. One of her favorite ways to cool me off is to shove Nixon in her cunt while I eat her asshole. Knowing what comes next, I rarely refuse - and after all, we still had plenty of time.
I set Nixon at a low buzz and slipped "him" into her dripping cunt. Once the dildo was all the way in, I sat behind Cheryl and spread her firm cheeks. I then licked the nozzle of the douche I'd found next to Nixon in the nightstand drawer, getting it nice and slick. A few swabs of her asshole finished the lube job, and I was able to seat the nozzle with almost no trouble.
No, it's not what you're thinking. See, Cheryl's pretty inventive and a bit kinky, so she's always coming up with something new. I had this one figured out right away, though; as soon as I saw that cold, purple douche, I knew exactly what she'd done. I squeezed about a quarter of the bag into her back door, smiling as she arched her back in response to the frigid invasion. I cranked Nixon up a notch and spread her cheeks again to remove the nozzle, then leaned over and started chowing down. Yep, just as I expected - grape jelly. I think she's been listening to that Chris Rock CD lately...well, just call me the Tossed Salad man. I did my level best to lick Cheryl's asshole clean, then got up and knelt in front of her face. Cheryl tipped me a sly wink as she sucked my dick for a couple of strokes, then spit me out and told me to get to work.
I carefully positioned my cock at her asshole, pausing before I entered her. I knew I'd have to take it slow; her ass was always much tighter than her cunt. Of course, that thorough rimjob had loosened her up a bit, and so my head popped right in as she thrust her hips back against it.
Fucking Cheryl's asshole is always something special, but this was unbelievable. I winced as the tip of my dick hit the remnants of the cool jelly, and the contrast between that and the intense heat and pressure along the rest of my shaft was truly mind-blowing. I could tell it was driving Cheryl mad as well; she was slamming her hips back to meet my every thrust, and I damned near slipped out a couple of times. Finally, I leaned over and grabbed her tiny tits while I took control and drilled her asshole for all I was worth. When she reached back and turned Nixon up all the way, we both exploded in a mind-shattering simultaneous orgasm. We collapsed together on the floor, my cock pumping cum up her shithole while Nixon brought her to a couple of extra mini-cums.
Cheryl reached back with a shaky hand and pulled Nixon out of her pussy with an obscene sucking sound. She tossed it on the floor behind us as I gave her a gentle squeeze, kissing the back of her neck as my dick shrank inside her gooey bunghole. We stayed together like that for a short eternity, whispering disbelieving words about how utterly fantastic that had been.
Finally, Cheryl reminded me that we both had to get going before long. She squirmed out from under me, saying that she absolutely had to get cleaned out before she left. I followed her into the bathroom, making myself useful by inserting the enema nozzle for her. (Hey, it's the least you can do, right?) I held the bag up and gently squeezed it for her as Cheryl sat down and licked my dick clean. When the bag was empty and Cheryl wasn't, I dropped it and stole a kiss before excusing myself to fetch some towels.
Cheryl was done when I returned, and she started the water as I plopped the towels down and stepped into the shower with her. I took the soap and knelt at her feet, washing them as I kissed her calves and knees. Cheryl giggled as she felt my kisses trace up her thighs, followed by my soapy hands. I spent a couple of minutes at her crotch, first licking her freshly-rinsed asshole and then working a lathered finger inside it while I licked her clit into a lather of its own.
She stopped me before I could get past her hips, insisting that I should start the day with the same royal treatment. I'm no fool; I passed the soap and stood up without a fight. She was more single-minded than I was, though; she simply sucked me off and swallowed my load as she lathered my legs and ass. She turned me around and lapped my asshole before spearing it with two slim, slick fingers, wiggling them around, and finally pulling them out and standing up.
Taking the soap back, I leaned over to kiss her nipples before massaging the suds into them. She twirled delightfully to let me wash her back, then she rubbed some more soap over her tits and grabbed me in a bear hug, using her chest to lather mine up.
Once we were clean and recharged, Cheryl cut the water off, stepped out, and threw a towel at me. We took our time drying each other off - punctuated by the occasional playful towel snap - then hung the towels up and picked out some clothes. As you might expect, we helped each other dress as well. (Cheryl claims her panties never feel quite as good as when I put 'em on for her - I always respond with disbelief that she manages to keep 'em on long enough for it to matter. She just smiles that Mona Lisa grin of hers and lets me wonder.)
When we were both ready, I checked my watch - good, plenty of time left to get to work. I grabbed my briefcase and got out to the car, only to find Cheryl parked behind the wheel.
"Honey, we've talked about this."
"Oh, come on...."
"No, I'm serious. Scoot over and let me in."
"Can't I just drive to school today?"
"Sherry, we talked about this. Get your permit, then I'll teach you. Until then, the answer is no - no matter how good you are in bed. Rules are rules."
"And what if I don't?"
"I'll paddle that cute ass of yours until your teachers ask why you can't sit down, that's what."
"Oooh, kinky Daddy. That could be fun."
It could, at that. I sat there for an instant as a vision of my hand coming down on Cheryl's burning ass went through my mind. Still.... "Maybe on the way home. Maybe."
"Oh, all right." Cheryl pouted, but she obediently flounced over into the passenger seat and let me behind the wheel.
"That's better. Regular time today?"
"Yep. Practice is over at four, so pick me up at five."
"Okay. You know, you could always bring that cheerleader getup home with you one night...."
"Oh, you Sick Bastard, you...."
Maybe if I'm lucky, she'll bring one of the other cheerleaders home while she's at it.