I’ve rarely write anything that I felt like needed a “warning: explicit” label. But this post does. So read with that in mind.
The alarm rang out at exactly 6:23 this morning. I moaned. Not on a Saturday. I had forgotten to reset it. I shut it off with a frustrated flick of my finger. In the pre-dawn light I lay awake, my mind wandering. Soon my hands began to wander as well. Nipples hardened. Channel moistened. I reached for Nathan.
In our sleepy state we began our joining. Nathan lay on his side, cock thick, primed, and ready as it is every morning. I scissored up to him, one leg thrown over his hip, the other between his thighs. As he pierced me, I began to rub my clit with one finger and flick my nipples with the other hand. His slow strokes took him half way in at first, forcing my channel to expand and allow him deeper purchase. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations: his warm body against my ass, my moistening clit, his hard cock going deeper and deeper, the texture of my erect nipples. And then something different happened. I began to fantasize.
As I lay there, completely naked and exposed, I imagined men standing over me, watching us fuck. They were naked as well, intently focused on the coupling before them, cocks in hand, stroking themselves. So many penises… hard and throbbing. Shorter thick ones. Longer narrow ones. Crooked ones. Pink ones. Purple ones. Average ones. Porn star ones. Circumcised and uncircumcised ones. All aimed at me. At that thought my level of arousal increased by ten fold.
It felt wrong, the vision going on in my head. I shouldn’t be so turned on by the thought of being watched. Of being treated as an object. Especially by so many. But my body responded to the thoughts in ways I did not expect. My breathing quickened and I felt myself get very, very wet. Nathan suddenly was able to slide all the way in. The deeper he plunged the better it felt. The pace of my finger on my clit increased, as did the stokes on the cocks of my fantasy men. They matched us thrust for thrust.
This vision of numerous cocks—there had to have been seven at least—being pumped in tight fists hard and harder swam in my head. As each glistening helmet was revealed, over and over and over again, I came closer and closer to orgasm. I bucked against Nathan, grinding my pubic bone against him. My breasts, free and loose, bounced in a happy rhythm. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. I rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster. All my nerve endings seemed centered there, at this apex of my pleasure.
“Fuck me, Nathan! Fuck me!” I cried out.
He slammed into me, harder and faster… pounding my pussy, filling me, stretching me. I moaned. The cocks in my head were a blur of hands and pulsing flesh. I was so close. Sooo close.
“Cum with me!” I said. But I wasn’t speaking to Nathan.
As I crescendoed and the tsunami of my orgasm washed over me, they came. All of them at once. With me. Streams of imaginary hot, creamy cum crisscrossed my body, streaking my breasts and abdomen. It seemed as if we came together for ages, though I know it was only seconds. A long, guttural moan escaped through my gritted teeth and with both hands I gripped the sheets beside me. Just as I was coming down from my orgasm I felt Nathan fill me with his.
I lay there in a daze, completely overwhelmed by the power of my release. After a while my eyelids fluttered open. I could hear the shower running. Nathan must have decided to go ahead and get up. The room was empty. All the men were gone.