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I ran a half the day before and planned to sleep in. I was somewhat conscious, but just barely, when I heard Megan get up and make coffee.

She was in the doorway with a cup, checking on me and watching me sleep...I find myself watching her sleep, too (she's so fucking cute). Still drowsy, I tried to go back to sleep, but my imagination ran wild...or my dick ran wild may be more accurate.

I fantasized about our eyes meeting and she holds her gaze, approaching the bed. Those deliciously pouty lips wrap around my morning wood, sucking and sucking, until she's rewarded with a rich, creamy mouthful. "Mmmm," I quietly groaned, pondering the blowjob and the precious cream...the creamy warmth coating her mouth. I could almost feel myself filling her mouth with thick, honey textured seed. She always treasured that first swallow, as it washed over tongue.

Megan always tightened her lips around the shaft and milked out every drop. Finally, my fantasy orgasm ended...I grunted and shuddered when it was over.

When I thought about the musky warmth sliding down her throat, lust almost overwhelmed me. Needless to say, the morning wood was full on and not going away, but I must have dozed off. I guess I was still cashed from the race.

When she came back with coffee for me, I woke up and rolled over, slowly wiping my eyes. As she sat it on the nightstand, she softly whispered, "How's my marathoner? I got coffee, here." She gave me a peck on the cheek, "I wanted you to get a little more rest...you okay?"

"Good morning, sweetie...that's awesome...thank you. I'm doing fine, I think. I'm probably a little sore, but I don't normally run halves."

She ran a hand over my chest, exploring lean, muscled flesh. Her hand went further to take in the abs, under the cover. Taught and flexing under her touch she smiled, "What about a little rub-down after breakfast?"

I grinned, "I can give you a rub-down, too." Yes, I was horny as fuck; I remembered the little wake-up fantasy and wanted to pump my dick through her lips so bad...but we really enjoyed sharing coffee in bed. It was one of those special things that couples share.

Anyway, we finished our coffee and then she brought in smoothies, "This's our first course...I added banana, blueberries and chia...it should get you going."

"Remember, I'm making you a big breakfast this morning...it' your recharge breakfast." She couldn't help but notice the mound, "But I really need to do something about that...yer rock-hard...I can fix that. What can I do for you sweetie?"

I got up on my knees and started stroking my dick, "No, I got it...just watch!"

It had been probably a week since I had any relief, so I was crazy hard. I think we spent a couple nights together that-week but didn't get past cuddling; we were at the end of the semester and we both had rough schedules, little time for sex.

While I ran my hand up and down over the shaft, my needs took over; I stroked my fist over the head, and my senses exploded, and my moans grew. Uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah, watch me...watch me stroke it...mmmm...yeah...yeah!"

"Mmmm...I like that! Yeah...that's it...stroke for me...yeah, that's it, sweetie."

Fuck she was hot! My eyes trailed over her amazing body...sometimes she seriously blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. I watched her work her nipples and sensuously dig her fingers into the perky flesh of her breasts She slowly rubbed over her clit, and her tits jiggled with the tempo of her masturbating.

I stroked faster, over the head, gradually pumping with longer strokes. I was able to embrace every minute detail of the rock-hard cock; the skin was silky smooth, with subtle veining defining the shaft. The beautiful, purple head had taken on a swollen, silver sheen and I worked over the rim. Wild with lust, I watched her masturbate and pump her fingers into her pussy.

Admiring from above, it looked perfect in my hand...but I guess a guy's cock always looks perfect in a pleasuring hand. It looked assertively alpha...sculpted like a carved marble deity.

As I rolled my hips with each stroke to meet my fist, her gaze never strayed from the hard flesh. Her eyes filled with lust; I could tell she wanted hold it...she wanted to stroke it with both hands...she wanted to savor the pulse of the throbbing flesh. Even better...she lusted to have it deep inside, probing her core.

She watched me pump harder, "Sweetie, gimme that big load...yeah, that's it," and precum glistened on the head the pee slit.

I knew she loved to take it in her mouth (just like my fantasy); I loved it too. I almost leaned in to get her lips around it but seeing her smoothie mustache gave me a better idea. I tipped her head back and our lips met to share the smoothie ring. I guided her to hold the glass under my dick, aimed for it and pumped a little harder.

When I felt it coming on, I tried to hold steady, carefully aiming for the target. Her eyes grew, as it bubbled from the slit, poker oyna and spit into the glass. She squealed louder as creamy strands shot into the smoothie.

With the last pleasured shiver running through me, I pumped a few lingering drops into the thick, white pool on top, "Ahhhh yeah, that feels better...fuck!"

Before I could say much else, she dipped a finger into the warm seed and licked it clean, grinning, "Wow! That's a tasty smoothie...it tastes like you!"

She stirred it all into the smoothie, "Now, I got a high-protein smoothie...we can call it Rob's Big Banana Smoothie!"

Stirring her finger, she plunged it deep into her mouth and sucked it clean, again. Still savoring the new treat, she took a big gulp from the glass.

"Careful baby girl, you'll get a brain freeze."

She giggled, "It's a new kind of banana cream...the male kind."

She smiled, wrapping her hand around the shaft and lovingly caressing it. Carefully studying the pulsing tracery of veins and working her way down the engorged flesh, she lifted my balls and rolled them over her open hand. She took another sip and looked into my eyes, "Mmmm, that's really amazing.

"The smoothie or the cock?"

"Both...you think you're funny, but they're both amazing." Her fingers trailed over the head, probing the slit with a fingertip and grinning, "You know, I'm sort of a cumslut, but after a cum-covered corn dog and now a smoothie, I'm even more into it. Maybe you could give me another shot of that banana cream?"

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The next day, she was at my place and we were changing to do a short run. I stepped out of my jeans and slumped back in the chair, while my hot librarian stripped her clothes off. I watched the sexy striptease as she kicked her shorts aside, but I could hardly wait for the shirt to come off. She slowly tugged at the tank top and jog bra, inching it up her torso and pausing for a couple seconds. Intent on giving me a boob drop to remember, she got a big grin and jerked them over her head, letting her tits pop out and fall.

She definitely knows where her strengths lie...her breasts are perfect...firm, full and breathtakingly perfect. Her nipples stand proud of the puffy areola, and I felt the warm, flesh filling my hand. I ran my fingers over the nipples, savoring the exquisite erections, before stretching my lips to get as much as I could. My former girlfriend, Julie, had puffy nips...my first experience with puffies. You see them on the internet, but when you encounter them, for real, they are fucking amazing!

I focused on the engorged nipples, holding them in my lips. She moaned as I worked them over; stiff with excitement I could almost feel them tingling under my tongue. Savoring each raised, puffy mound with my tongue, I licked and suckled them.

I kissed up over her neck, and our lips met for a searing kiss...and torrid make-out session. She moaned as my tongue pushed inside and we lost ourselves in lust-driven euphoria. Nibbling at her bottom lip, I reached for the back of her head to push her lips into mines. My kiss was aggressive, with my tongue forcing her into complete submission. I went back, yet again, to tongue her precious nipples. Sucking them into my mouth, I plunged a finger into the heat between her legs. She moaned when, "Oh god, Rob...Rob...yeah...yeah...let me do you...I wanna taste you...let me do you?"

When she pushed me to lie back, she never took her eyes from mine, kissing her way down my chest. Coming to rest between my legs, a fire in her eyes ignited when she wrapped her hands around it. She wasted no time, and I watched her sultry lips kiss, explore and suckle every girthy inch. Throwing my head back and groaning, she serviced the tip and focused her tongue on the ridge. Eventually, taking more into her mouth, I felt her work the underside of the shaft, while butting her throat with the head; I couldn't help but roll my hips and pump into the caressing warmth.

When she tipped her head, she pushed all the way and I felt her throat's grip. With her lips tight around the root, she paused, and I watched her ponytail sway. I couldn't see much of her face and she clearly couldn't speak, but I knew what she wanted; she was yearning to be fucked...she needed to be throat-fucked...she needed to be fucked.

My body was writhing and shuddering, as she rocked her head from side to side and met my thrusts. I dug my fingers into her light brown hair and impaled her throat, over and over; I didn't go harder, but I lengthened the strokes and never let up...until I had to.

After a good, long round, I knew I wouldn't last and pulled out. Thumping the spit-soaked flesh over her face, on each cheek, I groaned, "Fuck, that was incredible...almost lost it, sweetie."

She climbed up my body and closed in for another kiss...a long sensuous kiss. My tongue slid between her lips and I could almost taste myself. We both heard what sounded like Darin or Benji canlı poker oyna coming in and then we heard Darin, talking on the phone. I grinned, "What do you think? Want some company?"

She smiled, "Baby, the three of us haven't gotten together, since I got back. I haven't had two men in weeks...almost a month."

I yelled, "Dude, you need to get your ass in here!"

He grinned after walking into the bedroom, "Sweet! You made my day," knowing what was about to happen.

She dropped to her knees, again "Gimme a hand, sweetie...you know what our marathon man wants."

He grinned, "Yes, I do," and joined her by leaning over my leg. He smiled at me and then Megan, "You know, he almost wore us out when you were gone...I think Ben's still sore."

"Dude, I told her already...and you two loved every minute."

Huddled around my hard cock, they both looked up and smiled. Meg was the first to take it in her hand...and in her lips. They shared it, sucking me together...taking turns and going back and forth.

Arching proudly over my belly, the beefy hardon got a second wind from the brief pause. I was certain I could outlast the Megan