IN WHICH I’M BUSY, BUT I’LL SQUEEZE JUSTIN IN ANYWAY.
My alarm went off at 7:30. I leaned over Justin and slammed it off. As I did, I couldn’t help noticing that, even as he slept, part of him — the funnest part — was already awake.
I lay next to him, considering best to put this morning wood to good use. After all, we’d progressed in our three days of lessons, and it seemed a perfect time to take that cherry off Justin’s virginal hands.
I opened the drawer of the night table next to me and took out a condom. I climbed on top of him, straddled him and put the condom on. His eyes were still closed. Guiding him into me, all at once I sat down on that hot, thick sword of his till it was sheathed up to the hilt.
Justin’s eyes opened wide.
“Good morning,” he said, grinning.
“Good morning,” I replied, grinding.
Justin reached up to play with my girls, till their nipples were as erect as he.
After a few minutes of arching his pelvis up to meet me, it became clear that his thrusting was becoming impatient, and he had a more assertive mode in mind.
“Enough,” he said, “I wanna fuck you.” I didn’t even have time to respond — he flipped me on my back and drove into me hard.
Justin’s energy level was extraordinary, a veritable banging machine. Indeed, the headboard was banging against the wall. I was worried that his enthusiasm might leave me in the lurch, but he had such endurance, I needn’t have been concerned: I exploded long before he did, and with the same loud lack of dignity.
After, we lay on our backs, spent and satisfied.
A smile danced across my lips — both of them.