It was very early morning on Nantahack Island, and very slowly I was waking up, sleep rising and falling from my brain like waves on a beach.
Blue dawn pressed against my eyelids; metallic birdcall came though the open window. I turned away and pressed my face against the warmth of Emily's back, nuzzling at the short hairs on the back of her neck. My cock, half-hard from some forgotten dream, found the groove of her ass and pressed along it. She murmured in distant pleasure or mild complaint.
Emily's soft lips pressed against my stiff, dry ones, brushed my eyelids. The tip of her tongue flicked playfully across the end of my nose.
"Hey," I croaked.
"Oof! Morning breath!" she giggled, and scooted down under the covers. The heat and moisture of her mouth found my left nipple. I groaned in pleasure. Then her head was laid sideways across my chest, a pleasant weight.
Emily's knee jabbed at my thigh as she attempted to scramble on top of me.
"Sorry," she murmured perfunctorily, then began to gnaw at my neck. My cock at once began to swell.
"This is my wakeup call?" I said.
"Noh ah aww," she mumbled through a mouthful of trapezius. "Doh mih me. Keeh sleehing." She lifted her hips for an instant, then descended again, trapping my hard-on between our bellies, and began grinding against it.
"That may be tricky," I said. And then: "Ooh!" as her groin slid against mine at a particularly pleasurable angle.
"Oh, " she said brightly, releasing my neck. "Well, if you happen to be awake already." She scrambled up until she was squatting nude on my chest. "Cold!" she complained as the bedroom's air hit her skin. She limboed back gracefully, obscenely, displaying the fleshy dark petals of her cunt to my ever-hungry eyes. Craning a bit further, she grasped a corner of the down comforter at the foot of the bed. "Hah!" she cried, and sat upright again, wrapping her head and shoulders in its bulk, a bottomless babushka, peeping mischievously out of her voluminous hood.
With some wriggling, a hand snaked down through the comforter's folds, and appeared over her genitals. I watched, rapt as always, through still sleep-clogged eyes as she pressed on her mons, displaying her clit hood. She leaned forward until her forearm rested on the headboard, then angled her pelvis until soft bushy pubic hair, then damp soft labia were pressed against my face. Thus positioned, she rotated against me, catching her breath then releasing it in small gasps.
Perversity motivated me to passivity. She was getting pleasure from me to be sure, but I still wasn't giving he what she wanted.
"Lllliiiick" she insisted, somewhere between a demand and a plea, drawing out the single syllable to something more like three.
I took a deep breath through my nose, opened my mouth, and pushed at her clit hood with my tongue, pushing the soft flesh back over the rigid tissue underneath. "Uh-huuuh" Emily sighed. Then the flat of my tongue dragged slowly, lightly, along the very tip of her clit. Her hips shuddered and a hand reached down to grip my hair fiercely.
We found a rhythm together, her hips rocking lightly against my face, my tongue tip stroking the length of her clitoris steadily. She tried to ramp our speed up, but I resisted, holding her to that slow, teasing beat, then I paused and worked my mouth further down, pressing her lips open to find the opening, where her fluids were starting to flow. I jammed my tongue in as far in as I could, my nose rubbing against her clit, my neck straining to hold the position. My hands gripped her firm little ass as I played the hummingbird to her honeysuckle and she twitched and yelped, her thighs trembling against my ears.
After a moment, the strain on my neck was too great, and my head fell back to the pillow. Emily pressed her clit against my mouth once more. "Make me come, Vinnie," she whispered, "Please. " One of her hands was pressing on her mons to make her clit stand out; the other was gripping my hair painfully. The comforter was mounded, forgotten, across my chest. Rolling my eyes back, I could see that her forehead was resting against the headboard.
Our hips had found the same rhythm, her mound grinding against my face, my hard cock pumping against air, my face smothered in hot moisture and musky smells.
Her stomach clenched, her ass tightened in my hands. Against my chin I could feel her cunt surge as her Kegel muscles clamped down. Emily whimpered through clenched teeth, then dismounted and slumped against me, pulling the comforter back over us with one hand.
"Thanks," she murmured. "That was yummy."
"Yes, it was," I said, and kissed her deeply to share her taste; she responded eagerly. "That was really hot. Feel." I guided her hand to my still-rigid cock. She grinned, then gripped it firmly, and I gasped in pleasure. "I didn't know you were capable of being so quiet," I mused as she started to stroke me.
"Well, when there are cats in the house, you want to be careful about running the can opener, especially if you're already running late."
"Running late?" I said, confused.
"Yeah. I'm supposed to be down at the docks in five minutes for a paddling class. " She scooped up a drop of my pre-come with her fingertip and popped it into her mouth, then sprang out of bed.
"Do you mean like boats," I said, "or--"
She interrupted me. " I'll see you tonight, okay?
I didn't like this much, but rather than arguing, I took hold of my cock and humped up against the ring of my hands, fixing her with an exaggeratedly plaintive, mournful look.
She grinned. "Save some for me," she admonished. "I'm not though with you yet."
I continued to jerk off as she got dressed, writhing and groaning as I went. If she was gonna tease me, I'd do what I could to return the favor. At last she zipped up her backpack and hefted it, looking back at me, her eyes sparkling, her face still flushed from her recent climax.
"Bye, darlin," she said, and kissed me on the mouth, then leaned over and took the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking fiercely for an instant, while I continued to stroke the shaft, groaning at the heat of her mouth.
Then she was upright again. "Teasing cunt," I hissed between my teeth. "Yup," she said happily, and dashed out the door.
I set to getting myself off in earnest, as the sound of her running down the stairs and out the door sounded through the house. I closed my eyes and summoned the memory of her cunt pressed against my face. I became conscious of a sensation that had been growing for several minutes: I needed to piss, badly.
This presented a bit of a dilemma. I could keep going, leading to an orgasm muted by the distraction, and followed by an intense, unsatisfiable desire to urinate for several minutes before I'd actually be capable of it. Or I could interrupt my masturbation, piss after a much shorter detumescence interval, then come back and resume. Both were frustrating prospects.
After a moment's indecision, I stood and shrugged into a bathrobe, then stood with my hand on the doorknob, waiting for my erection to subside enough for a moderately decent dash down the hall.
In the bathroom, I decided to brush my teeth first, to buy my cock another minute to switch roles effectively.
As I brushed, I heard the creak of floorboards in the hallway, then Emily's sister Tina entered without knocking. "G'morning," she yawned, shutting the door and leaning against the window frame. I made vague noises through a mouthful of foam. Her luscious curves were draped in an enormous, old, much-washed tee shirt with SUNCAT on the front. No bra, clearly--when she yawned and stretched, her breasts rolled about hypnotically. Whether she wore anything below was, by a couple inches, tantalizingly unclear.
"Scoot over," she demanded, bumping her hip amicably against mine and reaching across for her toothbrush.
"Eyeff huffa," I began, spat toothpaste foam into the sink, and tried again. "I'm gonna need to, uh..." I gestured towards the toilet.
"I don't mind," she said brightly, and began to brush.
I rinsed my mouth. Maybe I can hold out a few minutes I thought, and felt the pressure in my bladder increase another notch, as if in protest. Well, I have fucked her, I argued back, I guess this isn't an inappropriate intimacy My cock twitched a bit at the memory of pounding into her bound body in front of an audience of family, friends and neighbors.
Quit it, you I told it, and untied the bathrobe. The front fell open, and my cock flopped out, swollen but flaccid. I took hold of it, aimed, glanced back at Tina. She was gazing eagerly at me, toothbrush poised but unused. My cock, ham that it is, swelled a bit more at the attention.
"Can I do anything to help?" Tina offered.
"Can you be boring and unsexy?"
"Okay." She began to brush her teeth at last. I closed my eyes, visualized folding laundry, attempted to recall the quadratic formula. I released my bladder, and, after a moment, piss fanned out from from my cock and drummed against the rim of the bowl, just below the lip.
Tina squeaked at the sudden sound, but continued brushing
When I finished, I wiped the head of my cock on a square of paper, and flushed, then jostled up against Tina at the sink for room to wash my hands. I hadn't bothered to re-tie my bathrobe yet.
"Boysh are neash" she gurgled through a mouthful of suds, then leaned over and spit, barely missing my hands.
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