Early Morning Ministrations [MF] [oral] [sex]

Continued from *A Post-Party Party* – links in comments

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We woke in the early morning; rising early after a party is something we both had in common. The sun was barely up, and we could see Frat Row through her windows. The backs of the nearest fraternity houses were littered with red solo cups and bits of clothing. We were never people for Greek Life; the trail club fulfilled that potential void quickly, with our own code, friendships that surpassed any academic major or other extra-curricular interest, and incestuous relationships within the club.

In college I was always curious about if frat parties were as insane as the movies showed, if sorority girls were as slutty as I had heard. Near graduation I was chatting with a friend of mine from my major – we had shared multiple classes over the last four years, and while we weren’t close friends, we knew each other well enough in the academic setting. He was in a fraternity, and a few of his brothers came over to join our conversation on the quad. The frat boys caught up, and one of them relayed a short story about an ‘after-party party’ he had the previous weekend: a three-some with his girlfriend and one of her sorority sisters, who was also a girlfriend of one of their frat brothers.

I looked at my friend in the circle with wide eyes; he laughed at my expression and said that the story was more proof of his brother’s skill and prowess, than the girls’ sexual appetite. Being in a threesome is something I’ve dreamt about for years: I have different scenarios for if its MMF or MFF. Both are welcomed and encouraged. I’d like to believe that I nearly had the chance in junior year, but of course nothing happened.

Regardless, let’s focus on the here-and-now:

Jessa and I are lying, spooning in bed the morning after a party, and after some very hot sex. As any good sexual woman, Jessa woke up with the equivalent of morning wood, and while my eyes were still closed and I was barely awake, I felt her reach behind her and find my semi-hard penis. Her fingers were soft and cool to the touch. The cover had fallen off the bed sometime in the night, and her thin sheets betrayed us to the cold morning air coming in through her open window next to the bed. We both slept fairly warm, so an open window in nearly any season was nothing bad for us. It was just in the morning, assuming we woke up early enough without enough energy to do something about our chilliness, that hit us hard.

Jessa snaked my shaft out of my boxers and made small circles on the tip with her thumb. I lay still, letting my cock engorge with blood and my passion start to flow. She scooted her body back towards me, and stuck her ass out to my crotch. She held onto the shaft with just a few fingers and started to move it up and down her ass crack; her soft skin excited my dick even more, and I slowly moved my right hand to her hips; my left was stuck beneath her as we spooned. I pulled myself forward and found her boobs with my left hand; from under her body I gently grabbed and squeezed her breasts, rubbing and turning her nipples, hard with the cold air, bouncing her loose boobs under her long sleeping t-shirt.

She continued to move my cock up and down her crack. She reached up and over our heads with her other hand and placed it on the back of my head, stroking my hair. I lightly kissed her on the back of her head, on her neck, and nibbled on her ears. Jessa moaned and exhaled loudly, scootching her body back to mine a little bit more.

We were too tight together for her to continue fondling my dick, so I took over and moved my right hand down to her vagina. I pet it a few times before calmly fondling through her lips and folds, finding her clitoris and following her slit to the hole. I followed this path, up and down her slit from her hole to her clit and back, lightly four or five times. I continued kissing her neck and head, massaging her breasts, and she continued stroking my hair. With her other hand she joined me on her tits, rubbing and massaging and squeezing.

I applied more pressure to her pussy, and starting rubbing small circles on my path. She squirmed with pleasure and excitement, wanting me to do more. Of course, I complied and found her hole with my fingers, keeping my thumb up on her clit, rubbing small circles on her button. I slipped one long finger between her legs, into her pussy, and felt her wet chamber welcome me. She moaned again and grabbed a handful of hair. Her hand on her tits found mine there and intertwined fingers, clenching hard. I softly pushed her top leg up and back, to let me have more room to maneuver between and inside her. I twisted my hand, leaving her clitoris behind, and inserted another finger into her, wiggling and twitching to better stimulate her.

Our eyes stayed closed, but our mouths were open with passion and our bodies tensed. Jessa tried to twist to get more comfortable, but I kept her in the spooning position, with her legs slightly spread and our limbs intertwined around us. She flung her top hand behind me and grabbed my butt, squeezing it and pulling me forwards. I released her pussy and took my cock; pushing her top leg up, I slid my dick between her legs and found her hole again. I’m not long enough for this position to work perfectly, and with Jessa’s big ass in the way, the head of my cock barely got inside her pussy. My hand returned to her hip and we started slowly rocking back and forth, barely reaching pleasure, and finding pleasure enough in the barely-there state of being. I rubbed her clit and lips again, and her hands went wild behind her, trying to find me.

Jessa finally turned over forcefully and kissed me hard on the lips, hugging me close. She released me and sent a hand down to my balls. Bouncing my balls in her palm and kissing my cheeks and ears, Jessa slowly rolled me onto my back and climbed on top. With her arm still stretched behind her, her hand on my balls, she reached down with her other hand and guided my cock into her wet and waiting hole. When I’m still groggy, just out of sleep, being so submissive to the woman is a great situation: I truly have no work to do. She continued to fondle my balls as she raised and lowered herself on my cock, rocking her hips back and forth. Her hand rested on my chest. I placed my hand on her thighs, rubbing up and down, squeezing at different intervals. Jessa arched her head back, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth slightly. I gazed up at her calmly, letting the morning’s miracles work their magic. This type of sex requires no end, no culmination of orgasms. It’s just a way of saying “Good Morning” and wishing the best of days to everyone involved.

As I continued waking up, I began to move my hips in sync with Jessa’s, passively thrusting up as she went up and letting her push us both back down to the mattress. I quickly took my right hand from her thigh, licked my thumb, and replaced my hand right by her vagina. I slid my thumb up and down her slit until I found her clit again, and started rubbing it with my thumb. She increased her intensity, rotating and gyrating her hips on me, breathing more heavily. I increased the intensity of my rubbing, and she thrust her hand from my balls to her clit, stopping my thumb and starting rubbing herself, quickly and with her whole hand.

My hands slid up her tummy to her breasts, under her shirt. I synchronized squeezing them with our thrusts, and she continued to be in complete control over her pleasure, using me as a sentient, life-sized dildo, slowly impaling herself on me, gyrating her hips with her eyes closed. I have no idea what she was visualizing behind her eyes, because I was the one who was actually there, the one who was actually fucking her.

I felt her muscles tense within her and her thighs clench to my sides. She arched her back and stopped moving.

She might not have cum, but there was certainly a climax within her. I released her breasts and moved my hands back to her thighs; she looked down at me, her hair falling around her face. “That was fucking great.”

I chuckled lightly, “Hah, I’m glad I could help.”

“Well, we’re not done yet,” she said.

I wasn’t sure what more there was to do in our current situation, besides fuck. But who was I to argue with a half-naked girl literally sitting on my cock?

She smoothly removed herself from me and stood up next to the bed.

“Do me on the desk.”

I was still quite fuzzy from sleep, and gave her a confused look. How the hell could she be this awake?

She smiled back at me and laughed, “I’m only kidding, stay in bed.”

Jessa stretched and took off her shirt. She walked to the foot of the bed and crawled under the covers. I could feel her kiss my feet and legs, and as she got farther along, her breasts felt so smooth and soft and comforting on my body. She sucked in my balls and reached up to grab my cock, still hard and leaking just a bit of pre-cum. Jessa released my balls, kissed the tip of my cock, and scooted forward just a bit more to line up my dick with her breasts.

Sitting back on her feet, she squeezed her tits together around my cock and moved back and forth. Her breasts were so large, so welcoming, they enveloped my dick and provided a smooth track in which it rode. She released them once to take my entire shaft in her mouth, slobbering on it to make it wetter, before squeezing her tits back around it and continued the titty-fuck. I gently grabbed her arms and closed my eyes briefly, enjoying the moment.

In the midst of my pleasure, I started seeing her fat ass moving up and down as she stroked my cock with her boobs. The way she was sitting, her pussy must be slightly opened. If only I could be back there, pleasuring her as she was pleasuring me. But back then, I hadn’t yet tried to 69 a girl, and that thought wasn’t even in my mind.

Instead, I grabbed her wrists and pulled them from her boobs, moving them to my left. Jessa followed, turned, and lay down on the bed. I quickly looked to her night table for a condom. Finding one (unfortunately, purple), I put it on and climbed on top of her, between her legs. Jessa bent her legs to give me more access.

By this time I was wide-awake, and flung one of her legs up onto my shoulder, giving me even more room. I crept forward and guided my cock into her pussy. As I entered she squirmed and moaned aloud; I still find nothing sexier in bed than a girl in pleasure. I started pumping in and out of her, barely moving my body but my hips. I leaned more into her leg, stretching her and allowing me to enter her more deeply.

“Give it to me fucking hard!” she exclaimed.

What a phrase to hear at 0830 in the morning!

I obliged, with pleasure. I didn’t go top speed, but pumped in and out of her at a hard, regular pace, pushing against her leg and bouncing us on the bed with my alternating force. As I picked up speed, I grabbed her other leg and put it on my shoulder: for as curvy as she was, Jessa was flexible where it counted. In this position, with her hands grabbing her ankles, my own hands on her thighs pulling me forward, I slammed into her. Her legs were bent enough to squish her boobs against her body, and with every hump her large breasts rippled and bounced. She squealed, moaned, and shrieked with her eyes closed; I kept mine open and stayed silent save for my heavy breathing. Any sex was guaranteed to be pleasurable for me in some way, but I was more concerned about if my partner was enjoying herself.

Jessa was certainly enjoying herself.

After a short while of this hammering, I decided to finish the act up. I leaned up a bit and grabbed both ankles with one hand, tilting her entire lower half to one side. The other hand went to her ass and with a slap on her ass cheek, I sat back on my feet and fucked her, hard. I felt my end coming, so I released her legs and let them fall to either side of me. I leaned forward and kissed her; we played tonsil hockey as I continued to pump in and out of her. Her fingernails scratched my back; I slid my hands up under her shoulders to grab her hair, and put most of my body weight onto her, squishing her boobs again between us. Jessa started to wrap her legs around me as I approached the last few moments before my orgasm: I pulled on her hair and released from our kiss as I exploded into her. She took a sharp intake of air and I exhaled loudly, both of us experiencing my climax with great pleasure.

I collapsed onto her and played like I just went straight back to sleep, even snoring a little.

“Oh, get off me, you cunt!” She did have a nasty mouth.

I laughed and rolled off of her. As we dressed, I slipped off the purple condom and threw it in the trash.

We exited her room to find her roommates and a few of our friends who weren’t still passed out on the kitchen table cleaning and tidying up the main room. Jessa’s roommates smirked at us as we exited the room, and our trail club friends made awkward eye contact with us. We certainly weren’t quiet that morning, but neither of us cared too much. People knew of our relationship anyway, so what good was trying to hide it?

It was just 0900 then, and it took us about an hour to finish cleaning. Jessa and I were quite hungry after our morning workout, so we decided to walk to the main drag to find breakfast. We got to the strip mall at 1030: Chipotle opened at 1100.

We spent the rest of the lovely morning sitting outside Chipotle on the curb, chatting about the party, classes, and plans for the summer. We ended the day together with a delicious late breakfast at Chipotle, and after leaving her back at her place with a kiss, a wink, and an ass grab, I biked back to my own apartment to finish up homework.

That night and morning of the party constitutes as my all-time favorite sexual experience. It was early on in my sexual life, but it still holds to be my favorite: others have come close, like fucking Amelia on the floor of her room in her parents’ cabin, with her mom (my boss at the time) sleeping just upstairs in the open loft and her dad sleeping downstairs in the basement, and getting interrupted by her cat, which consequently informed us that the door was open for her parents to hear everything we were doing – but that time with Jessa tops it all, especially because it ended with a gorgeous Sunday morning and Chipotle for breakfast.

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