So this awakening was not really one of the usual ones. It wasn’t bad, really, but it was really far from what I was used to. In fact, I can’t even say why I woke up, or what exactly woke me up. But now I know exactly who was responsible.
To help you understand, I usually come to myself in a somewhat peaceful state, snuggled under the blanket and often thinking to myself that it would be good to sleep for a few dozen minutes longer. But today it was different. I was lying on my back, no duvet anywhere, and a pleasant warmth was spreading through my crotch. That was probably the initial impulse to wake up, because that’s not exactly normal either. And something else. A fart was floating right in front of my face. Petra’s fart, I’m sure I’ll always recognize it. And I can also recognize it when she blows me.
A wonderful awakening. I can’t say I understood it all, but I certainly knew I liked it. I had only been awake for a few seconds and was still very sleepy, but I was well-mannered enough to say hello in the morning.
” Good morning!” I called.
There was no answer. But there was a reaction. Petra intensified her care, thrusting her ass and placing her pussy just a few millimeters in front of my face. She smelled of soap and herself. I don’t know a more beautiful scent. She was freshly shaved with a strip of pubic hair on the mound of Venus, just showered, but still closed. Only the slices of her inner labia slightly protruded over the crack of her peach.
I didn’t let myself be prompted and kissed her. Just a little. So that she could feel it, but not enough to cause any more intense feeling. She thrust her ass again, more aggressively, and this time she pressed herself so that she sat directly on my face and a disapproving growl came from the front. It was clear to me that if I didn’t want to lose that exclusive care, I would have to try harder.
So I pressed my lips to the offered pussy and sucked. The whole peach opened up like a flower bud in my mouth and her clitoris was exposed right against the tip of my tongue. She loved this trick. She jerked again and for a moment she stopped paying attention to my penis. This time, however, it was not dissatisfaction. She whimpered and pressed against my tongue. I started to lick her. She preferred to take care of the erect penis, but I did not allow myself to occasionally run my tongue through the entire slit to taste it properly. What I gave to her pussy, she returned to me in taking care of my penis. And she knew how to smoke. She was not the best at getting semen in time, but she was all the more capable of providing pleasure.
She was in no hurry, she worked on my glans with all the more consistency and tenderness, while jerking me off with her hand. Just when I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she dropped everything and started to rub my balls. It was beautiful, no one else could do it like that. I was starting to like this morning.
Then she let it go out of nowhere. Before I could recover, she pulled away, moved forward, grabbed my cock, and mounted it without further ado. Her pussy was already open and wet, so it didn’t take much effort. She just waited a moment for it to adjust and then started a wild ride. That was a surprise. She knew that I could never last long in the morning and, besides, this position has devastating effects on me. Although I tried hard before the tongue, it was clear that she still had a long way to go before orgasm. She simply couldn’t do this. And she also didn’t.
It only took a few dozen seconds for me to grab her ass and cum inside her. Fast and loud. She swung a few more times, but when she felt me fading, she stopped and slid down. She got up and turned to me.
” If you feel like it, I’ll go to the kitchen to make breakfast,” she said with a mischievous smile and disappeared through the door before I could even blow her a kiss.
She didn’t look like she needed anything else to make her happy this morning.
Petra is my wife. We are both almost thirty. We had been together for a few years and we intended to continue. I had never met a more charming woman than she was. During that time I thought I knew her well. She can be wild sometimes, yes, but this was really a surprise. Even more of a surprise that she wasn’t supposed to be home this Saturday morning. She had left on a business trip a week ago and I wasn’t expecting her until Sunday. But it’s true that I definitely didn’t mind coming back like this.
It may not seem like it from the story, but it was a quickie. The whole thing didn’t take more than five minutes. You could even say I was still kind of waking up. I lay on the made-up bed for a while, thinking about what had just happened. Finally, I got up and went to the shower.
Now fully alert, still warm from the bathroom, wearing only a T-shirt and tight boxer shorts, I walked into the kitchen. There was already a mug of tea on the table.
I sat down next to it and watched Petra. Petra was different. She didn’t have long hair, she didn’t have a cute innocent face, and she didn’t even wear lacy underwear. She was just different, period. She wore short, almost boyish clothes, always elegantly but comfortably dressed.
Her style was not so much austere as, despite all her elegance, a bit sporty. That was her whole nature, both in figure and character. Straightforward, but to those who didn’t know her, she might at first seem a bit abrupt and strict. Her figure was beautiful, although even in this case it was far from being plump. Nicely athletic, beautifully feminine, although less round than is usual in women, but all the more firm and flexible. Her bottom was like two almonds and her breasts were like perfectly shaped dewdrops. Smaller, but all the more sensitive and beautiful.
Now she was standing at the line, preparing eggs and ham. All she had to wear was my T-shirt, which flowed from her shoulders over her tits and ended about halfway down her ass. She just had to lean forward into the fridge, and I could admire her little pussy. Do you see why I love her?
” So, are you awake yet?” she winked at me.
“Yeah, it wasn’t possible after you woke up, my dear. How come you’re here today?”
“Well, we just got through it all a little earlier and managed to grab the last seats at the airport for the night flight back to Prague. I didn’t even call you. We didn’t know until the last minute if we were going to make it and then it was already night. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“But in the end you woke me up quite nicely…”
“Really?” she burst into my conversation with a laugh. “I slept for quite a while on the plane, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep now. And when I got out of the shower and saw you standing like a peg from your dream, I couldn’t resist…” she wanted to add something more, but instead she quickly reached for a tissue to wipe her thighs and wipe my pussy of my cum. “…that’s it. This is the second one.” She looked at me reproachfully and threw the tissue in the trash.
” But you probably blame yourself for that. You know I can’t stand this for long. If you were more careful, you could have enjoyed yourself and gotten your way.”
“When I wanted to feel you inside me as soon as possible. You know how much I love it when you come into me. I’m not afraid that after a week of abstinence, you wouldn’t be able to…”
She was right. When I saw her in that T-shirt, I started to get the urge. My weekly dose was now slowly flowing out of her pussy, which was completely open and soaked. Even her nipples under the T-shirt were on display. She really didn’t look like she had had enough.
I crept up behind her and pressed myself against her ass. I was hard again and Petra must have felt it through the fabric of her boxers. She was still saving the eggs from the stove with her right hand, but her left was already poking around in my crotch.
When she found out which one was beating, she turned around in an instant and pulled my penis out. She chased it for a while, then finally rose on her toes and slid on top of it from the front. It was her favorite move.
I grabbed her ass and pressed her against me. We just stood there for a while, hugging and kissing. In fact, the first hug since she had been back home. Our connection at that moment was not so much about sex as it was about tenderness. The deepest and most intimate tenderness that two people can show each other.
I could probably hold out for a while longer, but now it was Petra who needed her share of care. After a while she couldn’t take it anymore and started to push.
“This is going to get our eggs cold,” I whispered in her ear.
“Well, do something about it,” she snapped, a little louder.
I grabbed her hips, pulled her away from me and sat her on the line. Even though she didn’t need it anymore, I ran my tongue through her pussy a few times to enjoy its taste. Petra now knew what was in store for her and protested a little. This was our favorite position. Especially mine. If only because for me it was a guarantee of a long endurance. But Petra had a little problem with it.
This position had a strange effect on Petra. She couldn’t explain why, but it was probably because she was a little higher than would seem optimal at first glance. And it was this atypical angle of penetration that made me tease places in her pussy with my penis that it normally couldn’t reach. It practically meant that I could make her scream at any time.
Petra was a girl who had things under control. That was also true in bed, the only time she lost her sanity for even a moment was during an orgasm. Otherwise she was a tomboy, but a tomboy who knew what she was doing. Only this place was an exception, and I intended to really enjoy it. And there was one more peculiarity here. She never came here. She screamed, strained, experienced the indescribable, but she never had an orgasm here. She said it was because she couldn’t concentrate here. She said it was so intense that it ruled out any further escalation to orgasm.
I was looking forward to it. When I put the glans to the hole, she begged one last time:
“Not now… please!!!”
I pushed Malinko and started to thrust. Each time a little further, until we were at the limit. She was still under control, but she was already on the edge. She was boiling. We never made love here. We had a bed, a couch, a bathtub or maybe a clearing in the forest for that.
Here we fucked. There was no other way to call it. I didn’t accelerate anymore. I thrust calmly but regularly, twice only two-thirds of the way in, the third time all the way in. Petra was like in a trance. She didn’t cooperate, nor did she resist. She just lay with her bottom on the edge of the worktop, her legs spread as wide as they could, she twitched under my thrusts and with each thrust she finally let out a loud sob. Her T-shirt was now up to her waist, her head was leaning against the wall and she was biting her lower lip. A beautiful sight.
I endured tormenting her like this for about 5 minutes before I let her rest and just stayed still for a moment. It took her maybe half a minute before she was able to speak again.
“You could have forgiven me for this today!” she started almost whining.
“Don’t say you didn’t like it, Peti!?”
“I like it a lot, but I have to prepare for this. Not that you’re just going to throw me in here and fuck me like some kind of bitch. You could have just bent me over the table. At least I would have been finished by now,” she reproached me in a still breathless, trembling voice. Now she sounded a little hurt and a little angry. It wasn’t often that she was just a puppet on my tail.
” But you’re my female, little bug!” I didn’t hesitate to introduce her to the picture a little sarcastically and thrust once or twice more. She flinched.
“But you won’t save the eggs like that anyway. They’ll get cold before you make me anyway.” She returned to the point.
“As you wish!”
This morning, there had been enough provocations. Before she could get her bearings, I grabbed her under the butt, pulled her towards me with my other hand, lifted her up, turned her face backwards in the air, and sat her down on the dining table. Then I slid out of her with a bang, pulled her off the table, turned her ass towards me, and bent her at the waist. This was the opposite extreme. She was done almost instantly like this.
” Try it!” she almost hissed at me.
She didn’t really like it when I was messing with her like that. But before she could do anything, I spread her ass and she had me inside her again. She just let out a cry, but she didn’t resist anymore. We were both now partially wet in the crotch from our morning greeting, but despite all the arrogance she showed, she obviously liked it and flowed like a spring. This time I didn’t spare her. All I had to do was grab her ass properly, set the highest pace and within a few dozen seconds it was done. Petra thrust one last time and froze in a spasm that meant only one thing. A strangled scream escaped her mouth and she collapsed onto the table.
I still had a lot of time after the morning’s lovemaking, so I didn’t intend to go all the way right away. I preferred to let her breathe for a while and then slowly slipped out of her. She slowly straightened up on her still unsteady legs, turned, pressed herself against me and kissed me for a long time. At the same time, she stroked my lap with both hands and slowly tucked my still erect penis back into her boxers.
“You’re a smartass, but you’ll remember all this, darling,” she whispered in my ear in an inscrutable tone. I had an unpleasant feeling that this didn’t bode well.
A few minutes later we were sitting across from each other at breakfast, eating eggs that had long since gone cold. But what we had experienced so far, in the last hour, was racing through our minds. It had put us both in roles that were not our own, but which we enjoyed. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that they excited us. And we both knew that it wasn’t over. I knew Petra too well to believe that after a week of abstinence, just one orgasm would be enough for her, and I was well recovered from the one this morning.
I felt that I needed at least one more release. But Petra didn’t look like a submissive lover, ready to give me whatever I wanted. On the contrary, she looked like a lioness getting ready for action. And lion mating usually hurts…
But I won’t give anything for a test. I got up and walked over to her.
” So what? Shall we finish what we started?” I tried it for good.
“You finish what you want, I’m already done. You’ve probably noticed that, haven’t you?” she snapped back at me.
She got up from the chair and walked back to the bedroom. Her ass was swaying under my T-shirt, her pussy was now all red but still wet and open. I was hard again, and really hard. I need her and now I finally need her thoroughly, not just to play with. Well, it worked until now, why not try again. Maybe she’s waiting for that. I went after her. I really found her in the bedroom. She had already taken off her T-shirt and unpacked her suitcase.
She was obviously getting ready to take a shower again. She had her back to me, ostentatiously ignoring me, even though she must have heard me coming. She was bending over the trunk, her little pussy now all up in the air. Like bait. I jumped on her, grabbed her ass, and tried to enter her again. I almost succeeded, but at the last moment she pulled away and we collapsed on the bed.
” You won’t get away with it twice in a row, little one.” she whispered triumphantly in my ear.
We were rolling around on the bed and I was trying to get her into a position so I could go inside her again. I didn’t care anymore whether it would be tender, passionate or even a little forceful. Petra knew this, and she wasn’t going to let me win. She knew that even though I could easily overpower her with force, I wouldn’t go over a certain limit. She knew this, and she didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it. Every woman is a bitch. Petra too.
I ended up on my back. She was sitting on my chest, her face grimacing in triumph. I could have thrown her off, but that wouldn’t have been an even game. And we were having a lot of fun playing this game. And then her trump card came. She reached out and pulled four silk scarves out of her suitcase. Scarves that I knew very well, but I never thought I would see again. This was a real shock.
” Guess who I was with on that business trip?” she asked with a smile.
“With Zuzka?” I replied in disbelief.
“Smart!!!” she praised me.
Zuzka was my ex. We had a lot of great experiences together and after less than two years, they broke up on good terms. We started working together after our studies at the same company. Then a few months later, I got together with Petra, who also worked for us. Although in a completely different place, it was still the same company. As luck would have it, after three years, fate brought them together in the same office.
I preferred to introduce them to each other right away than for them to find out by chance. I was afraid it would be a problem, but instead the girls became friends. But I never thought they would be such good friends…
” You must have had a lot to talk about in the evenings, haven’t you?” I tried to stay on top of things.
“Well, of course. She also told me how you did it to her once, until she cried. She says she still remembers it. It made me wet. I had no idea that you tied girls to a table and before you started having sex with them, you stuck vibrating eggs in their asses. That’s not something you boasted about, darling,” she replied sarcastically.
Zuzka was obviously not hiding anything. Back then, at the end of the summer, we really experienced something special, beautiful and wild. The wild ride with the vibrating egg in Zuzka’s ass was the climax.
“You didn’t ask.” That was a really awkward answer.
“So let’s try it, shall we?” she said in a challenging tone.
This already smelled of trouble. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so against it, but Petra didn’t look like she wanted to be tied to the bed. Quite the opposite. And really. Before I could recover, I already had a silk noose around my first wrist and that one was firmly attached to the foot of the bed. And in the next moment I was lying there, completely bound like this.
I didn’t even fight back. I just waited to see what would happen next. I myself wondered what was up to her. Nothing that terrible could happen.
Petra now lifted herself up and sat with her pussy directly on my face. She let herself be licked for a while until she was pleasantly warmed up again. I was expecting her to mount me again now and I was starting to enjoy the idea. Actually, I would have a complete service without having to lift a finger. But I miscalculated. I forgot something.
” Zuzka told me that it was her first time in the ass, even if it was just with that tiny egg. You actually took her virginity back then,” Petra reminded me.
“I know. But if I remember correctly, she liked it, didn’t she?” I tried to reassure myself.
“You’re right, and very right. But you didn’t ask her then. Is that right, right?”
That wasn’t good. Really not. I didn’t like the topic at all. First the scarves, and now this? What’s she up to? She’s not going to give me back this either.
IT WILL!
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her take out a small shiny vibrator and a tube of some gel from her suitcase. She wasn’t talking to me anymore. She settled on me again like she had this morning.
She pushed her pussy in front of my face and started sucking me herself. I honestly tried to please her, and in a moment my whole face was wet. Petra was sucking me carefully for the time being.
Then I felt it. Something cold touched my anus. Petra lightly ran her finger dipped in gel over it. We’d never done anything like that and I probably wouldn’t let her.
I tried to defend myself a little, but it didn’t matter much. If I didn’t want to tear all the scarves, I wouldn’t have a chance to wriggle out. But this time Petra showed understanding and stopped. Instead, she focused on my penis. Maybe she had had enough.
And then it came. It was cold, and bigger than her finger. And it was pushing into my back hole. The pressure didn’t stop, and even though I tried with all my might to hold it back, I didn’t stand a chance. Petra had lubed me up properly before that finger, so I gradually gave in to the concentrated pressure of the vibrator in Petra’s hand, willy-nilly. This was a pretty strange feeling. As if someone was raping me. Something that was happening totally against my will. It was strange, I felt an unusual pressure and maybe I was a little ashamed, but despite all that, it wasn’t exactly unpleasant.
I actually didn’t want her to stop. And she didn’t. She didn’t rest until she had inserted it all the way into me, all the way to the thickened ring at the end. It was a really strange feeling. It was as if the vibrator was pressing on my testicles and the base of my penis from the inside, and it wasn’t an unpleasant pressure at all. And something else. If my penis had been erect and ready for action until now, now it was sticking out above my stomach like a wax candle and my dark red glans was swollen to the point of bursting.
Petra stood astride me, contentedly looking at what she had caused.
” So you know what it’s like to lose your virginity. What?” that was a really good question.
She didn’t even wait for an answer. She squatted down facing me, hunched over my cock, took it in her hand and slowly started to stroke it all over her pussy. Of course, she paid special attention to jerking off her pussy. She was really wet and it was clear that this fun didn’t leave her alone either.
” But look what you’ve caused. Maybe you can do something about it…” I almost begged and nodded towards my glans, which she was currently running over her clitoris.
“Don’t worry about that!” she smiled. At that she swung and my entire penis disappeared into her pussy. But nothing more. She just sat there and did nothing. And I needed a good ride so badly!
” Do you remember what you did when you finally put it in Zuzka?”
I remembered that damn well. And Petra obviously knew it too. She didn’t wait any longer, she reached behind her and turned on the vibrations…
The world started spinning with me. I lost all sense of my surroundings. All I could feel were vibrations coursing through my entire body. Vibrations that stimulated my penis in Petra’s pussy to an unknown level. Petra turned me into a living vibrator. She rode me for an endless amount of time. Sometimes faster, sometimes she just rocked, sometimes she rode me like a bull.
It was something completely new for her too. She also regulated the level of vibrations, so she managed to keep me right on the edge. Now she was the one who was in control of the whole situation and this sex.
After a while she slowed down and just rocked on me at a lazy pace. It was a priceless sight. Petra was riding back and forth with her pussy squirming, all pink with excitement, showing off her tits with erect nipples.
” Please!” she urged me.
I didn’t hesitate. I could see that she was already very eager to see me.
“Please. But quickly! Don’t delay any longer!”
She obeyed me. One last time, she reached behind her and set the highest frequency. She immediately picked up the pace. She rocked herself deeply a few times, held her breath, thrust, and froze in orgasm. At the same moment, I was done too. Each of my ejaculations multiplied the pressure of the vibrator, and I felt as if someone inside me was amplifying all my feelings to the second. One last time, I thrust and squirted and squirted. It was too much. So much that the first drop found its way out of her pussy before she could even lift herself up.
Petra and I lay next to each other in an embrace, breathing it all out. And then came the final surprise. She pressed herself a little closer to me and whispered to me:
“Zuzka will be happy when I tell her all this. She said you’ll definitely like it…”
