Is Morning Sex Addictive?

33. Is Morning Sex Addictive?

Anchored off the shore of Key Largo, I spent the night with my newly discovered stowaway, Vista. I had gotten pretty drunk and had enjoyed some rousing sex with her.

I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, I woke to find her holding my soft cock in her mouth. It was 4 a.m. Half asleep I mumbled “Wha … wha … what’s going on?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I’m too worried about what you’re going to do with me. Having your dick in my mouth comforts me, so I just put him in there. You know, like sucking your thumb or something. You don’t mind, do you?”

I was awake now. “Holy cow, Vista. You truly are a piece of work. But if he’s already in there, might as well get it going.” With my assent, she worked him up stiff in no time.

She was on her side propped up on her elbow. I held her head and started fucking her mouth. It felt good to have him stroking half way in. She worked her tongue on his underside and I got impatient. I wanted more. I wanted him deep down her throat.

I rolled, forcing her onto her back. I straddled her body, my cock in her mouth and began fucking it in earnest. With her head on the mattress and nowhere to go, I could pump him in as deep as I wanted. I’d take a couple of shallow strokes, then ram him in deep a half dozen strokes in a row. I repeated this taking deeper strokes every time.

My cock slammed into the back of Vista’s throat over and over. Her mouth was so fucking sloppy, I knew that she was drowning in her own spit. I paused, allowing her to empty her mouth and catch her breath. Then, right back to it, fucking her mouth like there was no tomorrow.

It didn’t take long before I blew my load. Vista was a trooper, taking it all, letting me pound her face, swallowing all my cum without any resistance or complaint. I withdrew my throbbing dick and fell to the side.

Vista hacked once or twice and cleared her throat. “Now that’s more like it! Much more satisfying than holding your soft dick in my mouth while you sleep. How ’bout we make this part of our every day morning routine?”

“You’re teasing, right? You’re just making wild promises that you have no intention of keeping just so that I don’t throw you overboard. But I need more sleep now. We’ll discuss this over coffee later.”

Vista sounded hurt. “Sailor, I’m dead fucking serious. Just you wait and see.” With that she rolled over turning her back to me. As Mr. Sandman carried me away to my dreams, I heard Vista quietly sobbing and sniffling.

When the sun started peeking over the horizon, I slipped out of bed. I paused to study Vista, still sound asleep. Without a doubt, she was physically perfect. Every time I looked at her I was taken aback by her ideal body.