I woke up sporting my usual morning glory and rolled over to rub it against her back. Morning glories were our shared favourite flower and this was the way she liked to wake up.
“I’m always so horny in the morning,” she said drowsily. “Can you do something about it?” I leaned over and removed the Viking helmet she was wearing.
“There you go,” I said. “You really do choose some strange sleeping attire.”
“You were incredible last night” she murmured while stretching.
“That’s what she said!” I responded out of reflex.
She rolled her eyes and said “Really. I think I’m going to have trouble walking today, you really pounded me.”
It was true, I had given her quite the working over the previous night but she knew what she was getting into.
“You knew my reputation coming into this,” I said pointing at my wall of Twister championship trophies.
“Anyway,” I said grabbing her ass. “I’m just going to move this donkey out of the bedroom. He’s looking at me oddly.”
“Okay,” she said while rolling over. “Come back in here for a quicky though.”
I don’t know why she insisted on a game of speed chess each morning but I obliged because she always came first. And I liked that. I spent quite a bit of time looking at my pawn before she eventually came all over the board and won.
After breakfast we moved into the lounge room where I turned her around and started having my way with her from behind. This was a fun game we often played where she wore a blindfold and I moved her anywhere I wanted.
I took her shirt, jeans, bra and, finally, panties off. I was then able to sit down on the lounge. “I wish you would put your clothes in the wardrobe.”
“Yes! Yes, I’m getting close!” I cried.
“Not yet! Go down on me. I want you to go down on me,” she breathed.
I was never very good at scratching the itches she frequently had on her back and always became excited when I thought I was getting there. I usually focussed a bit too high though.
She slapped my wrist “You’re always trying to get into my pants!”
I looked up surprised. I didn’t think she had seen me but it was true, I really liked those pants and just wished they fit me. Yet, no amount of trying would get them past my hips.
I stopped trying to get into her pants and started playing with my cock. His name was Rufus and I was teaching him tricks. Sometimes it was annoying when he crowed in the morning but most of the time he was okay.
“Luke, I want you to split me in half!” She cried.
“You know I already have an assistant for that part of my magic routine,” I replied.
“Can you make me feel good with your mouth?” she asked.
“Cunning linguist?” I retorted.
“That one was pretty bad,” she laughed.
“I just want it in my mouth so badly,” she crooned.
She was on her knees and struggling with my zip. I had recently discovered that the safest place to keep my lollipops was in a pencil case.
I started playing with myself while I watched her scrabbling away at her arch nemesis, the zip. I really wanted to get better at chess and playing both sides gave me a good insight into the game.
“Let’s get dirty,” I said to her with a wink. We had a lot of gardening to do during the day and I knew she wasn’t looking forward to it.
“How about, instead, I put some cream on my thighs and you can lick it off?” she asked. I hesitated for a moment because I really did love her marinated chicken thighs.
“I’d much prefer to have you bent over while hammer away behind you,” I said. The garden really needed weeding and the patio had a few loose boards I had to nail down.
“God I love your tits,” I said. They were beautiful birds and pretty much had free range of the house.
“Your hooters aren’t bad either,” I said gesturing to her souvenir owl collection.
I sat back and looked at her snatch. She really was fast and the way she snatched the bothersome fly from the air was amazing.
“I think reverse cowgirl is my favourite,” she said. We had been discussing her aversion to rodeos and livestock and trying to think of the best label for her stance.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with this erection,” I said. She had built a large house of cards on the coffee table and I had no where to place my cup.
“I know where you can put that sausage though,” she said with a sly smile. She held out her hot dog bun which was all prepared with sauce and cheese.
“Oh god yes!” I cried. “lick my balls!” I watched as her tongue traced lines around the circumference of my balls. I had never cooked meatballs before and I was really enjoying watching her eat them.
“Oh Luke! This is making me so wet!” she was pointing to the water pistol I was occasionally shooting her with. “Oh sorry,” I said and put the plastic gun down.