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She awoke, feeling wonderful and lazy, with the thrill of last night and the
previous day still buzzing in her brain.  The sun was high and bright, filling
the room even through the curtained windows.  She streched, and giggled at the
fact that her strech didn't produce the tingle in her as it had the day before.
She quietly turned over, and saw the her man was still sleeping.  She rose,
and went to the bath for her morning rituals.

Returning, she found him in the middle of the bed, still asleep on his back.
His hair was toussled and curly, from the prior days ( and nights) activities.
The sheet was crumpled and messed, and managed only to cover his member and
lower body, course hair peeking out from the edge of the sheet, leaving his
upper body exposed.

She stopped and looked.  Her mind raced.  Her pussy contracted at this erotic
sight of her man.  Silently she walked over to the bed and gently sat at the
foot, careful not to awaken him.  With one hand, she took hold of the sheet,
temped to rip it off, but holding back.  Her mouth watered, tongue slipping
past to lick her lips.

"hmmmmmmmmm" she thought wickedly.  She began a slow movement downward with her
hand, pulling the sheet slowly with it.  She watched in rapture as the top of
the sheet passed the swell of his cock.  While not hard, it also was not overly
soft, and the sheet climbed the curve of his shaft as she watched.  With each
inch exposed, her mouth watered even more, and she had to swallow to keep the
fluids from drooling out of her mouth.

"God," she thought, "I want that in my mouth..."

She continued to pull the sheet until his lower body was completly exposed.  As
if in fore knowledge of what was to happen, his cock twitched and swelled
slightly.  In rapture, she watch his member, watched the small amount of
swelling and thickening, saw the cock head move with the twitching.  Knowing
now that she would awaken him with delight, she positioned herself, head over
his groin, and blew warm breath on his stirring member.  Again, as if it knew,
his cock twitched and swelled, the head pulsing a bit.  She enjoyed this wicked
tease.  She watched as his cock moved the predestined path as the blood filled
it with sensitivity.  Slowly he became errect, his cock pointing toward his
head.  A small moan escaped his lips, and she wondered what he was dreaming.

"Let's play this to the max" she thought, and slipped her hand between his
legs.  With the lightest of tickles, she carressed his now tightening balls,
and the hairy sacks contracted even more under her touch, his cock growing
still, swelling.  She was not paying attention only to what she was doing, and
a small thin drip of saliva escaped her lips, and plopped lightly on one of his
balls.  Taking chance into hand, she rubbed the slickness over his balls ever
so lightly.  He moaned again, shifting his legs wider apart.  She rubbed more,
wetting her fingers from her soaked mouth, getting his balls very wet.  His
moans incressed, and one of his hands slid down and grasped his cock,
squeezing.  She looked at the sight of her man holding his own cock, and the
pleasure so familiar now raged in her womanhood.  Small floods of hot fluid
pumped into her pussy, and she was soaked.

Determined to have her way, she replaced his hand with hers, gently, so as not
to awaken him.  She grasped the shaft, and its heat immediatly radiated to her
palm.  He moaned even more as her hand slowly but firmly began a gentle pumping
action.  She lowered her face to within inches of his throbbing cock, watching
the reactions of his body, and feeling the wonder at having his cock in her
hand, at being in control of his pleasure, and most of all, waching her hand
stroke his cock.  She loved to watch this, and it was a great turn on for her
to have his cock at her mercy.

"I know you can't be still asleep" she said quietly, "but if you'd like to
pretend, that's fine with me.  I would think that you'd enjoy watching me pump
you and suck your cock, though...."

With that, he opened his eyes, and they both laughed a little.  But the humor
was quickly replaced with the heat of passion.

"Why don't you prop up the pillows, love.  I want you to watch all."

He did, and was now situated so that he was confortable, but had an excellent
view.

Her hand still slowly pumping his cock, she looked him in th eyes and said;

"I know you like to watch, and listen to my voice as I DO things to you, don't
you?" He nodded, for that was really all he could muster at the moment.  "Well,
lover, I like to BE WATCHED, and I like to talk, so enjoy the ride!"

She got comfortable, and making sure he could see all, said;

"You have no idea what your cock in my hand does to me." She squezzed gently.
"It makes me all wet inside...inside my cunt" And with her words, he groaned
and squirmmed his hips.  "I love touching and playing with your cock, and just
the though of sucking you off makes my mouth water...see?" and with those
words, she opened her mouth and a small flood of fluid drooled out and dripped
on his now straining member, and trickled on her hand.  "Now I've gone and done
it, I've made you all wet and slippery.  But I like that thought, my hand
gliding over the skin, rubbing the head, rubbing your balls..."

Slowly she began to slide her slicked hand up and down his shaft, and with the
other, gently rolled his balls in her fingers.  His gaze was locked on her
actions, his ears to her words as she described in graphic detail what she was
doing.  She knew what he liked, and her words took on the husky tone which it
always did when she was aroused.  Keeping her hand rythmicly moving on his
cock, she leaned close to his ear and whispered to him.

"You like it when I play with your cock, don't you?  Hmmmmmmm... I love playing
with it.  It's so hard and so soft at the same time.  I love your cock, love
the feel of your cock in my hands, love to caress your cock, love it when it
jumps in my hands like it is now.  And you like it when I talk dirty to you,
don't you? I can tell, for as I talk, your cock hardens even more.  I can feel
it stiffen in my hand..."

He moans louder now, her words boring into him, his hips bucking slightly in
unison with her hand motions.

"Oh, you're a little dry, luv.  I could wet you up a little by blowing you,
would you like me to suck your cock?  Would you like a wet, sloppy blow job,
m'luv?"

His moans increased at her words.  He loved it, something he always wanted.  He
groaned "yyeessssss" between clenched teeth.

"And would you like it if I talked through it too?"

She was teasing him and he knew it and loved it at the same time.

"Yes, you bitch, YES!!!!!!!"

Her hair was pulled back and tied, so nothing would obstruct his view.  She
pulled back from his ear, still stroking his rigid member.  She positioned
herself perpendicular to him, her hand still working his cock.  She lowered her
face to within inches of his cockhead and squeezed, producing a large drop of
pre-cum.

"ohhhhhhhhhhh, I like this, like to rub it on my lips and lick it off...."  She
dipped her head and slowly smeared the fluid over her lips till they glistened,
the raised her head and lovingly lick the semen onto her tongue.  This drove
him crazy, and his hips bucked against her hand, and he groaned loudly.

"What I really want is to suck your cock" she said, and slowly engulfed her
lips over his cockhead, soaking him even more.  Her lips began and eating
motion as her head slowly desended to the base of his cock.  He was buried to
the hilt in her warm, wet mouth.  Half his cock was buried in her throat, nd
she worked the muscles of her mouth and tongue like an expert, soliciting even
more graons from him.  She slowly slid up, and removing her mouth looked at him
and said;

"Fuck my mouth, luv, do it for me!"

She again lowered her mouth on his ridged pole and began to blow him in slow
deep strokes, lips working all the time, cheeks hollow with the suction, tongue
dancing along the base of his shaft.  Her ministrations were bringing him to
his peak, and she knew it, his cock getting even bigger and harder, the pre-cum
flowing freely now.  He was ready.

His moans grew in intensity, and she knew he was going to cum any second.  He
felt his balls tighten as the load of cum traveled its way upward, and he
arched his back uncontrollably, crying out with the pleasure.  She grasped the
base of his cock with one hand and pursed her lips on his cockhead as he
exploded in torrents of white sticky hot cum, flooding her lips and pouring
down the length of his shaft, captured in a small pool where her hand held him.
She began to smear his load over his cock, careful not to lose a drop, all the
while slowly rubbing his cockhead over her lips and tongue.  His body was
ridged with the onslaught of his orgasm, and he slowly relaxed, watching her
every move.  She slowly licked up little drops of his cum on the tip of her
tongue, making sure he could see her as she licked her cum coated tongue over
her lips.  She told him how much she loved his cum, how she like to wear it and
drink it up.  She plunged her head down over his shaft in one swift motion, and
the sensitive glans screamed pleasure to him, and he arched  his back again to
meet her hungry mouth.  She slurpped his cum up, only to let it drool back out
of her mouth again and again.  Finally, he exhausted, she licked and swallowed
each drop, cleaning his shaft off with her mouth.  He closed his eyes and
rested.  She was content to lie with him until he recovered.