Waking Up

By the time morning roles around, I am usually in a pleasant state of wetness. I don’t bother with panties at night any more. If I do, all that happens is I wake up in the middle of the night wet and sticky! So, by-bye panties. 

This morning…..

I’m led slowly back into consciousness by a feeling between my legs. I have my back to Emily and she is spooned around me, except her hand isn't over me as is usually is, instead her long, artistic middle finger is doing something we call ‘plowing the furrow’. From clit, across my pee hole, then across my vagina until it slides across my perineum, usually stopping short of my bum hole before repeating the journey. 

But the time I’m fully awake, I am desperate to feel her inside me, but, tease that she is, she avoids penetration, instead opting for a slight variation in that she circles my hole, pushing at the muscles around it which is sweet agony….sweet torture. I push back against her probing finger to indicate what I want….as if she doesn’t already know. So she moves her finger backwards as I push backwards matching me exactly. 

By now, all my subsystems are awake, connected and functioning. My clit is solid and tingling, and my hole is desperate for penetration. 

And then she changes the rules. She circles my vagina, once, twice, three times, four times, and slips further back not stopping at my highly sensitive perineum, but now circles my bum hole. The anticipation is exquisite. Right now, I don’t care where she penetrates me, just as king as she does. 

The circling of my bum decreases like a spiral until her finger rests right on the hole. It remains there with just the smallest amount of pressure. 

And then she pushes. Deeply. Oh thank God! I feel each knuckle until she is fully embedded up my tight hole. Then I feel her hot breath on my neck close to my ear. She whispers “Do yourself….but slowly. I’m not done yet.” My right hand forefinger finds my clit which leaps with unfettered joy. I begin a slight movement forwards and backwards against her finger. It feels amazing…..naughty…forbidden…and utterly perverse, yet unspeakably glorious. 

And then I feel another finger joining the first. There’s a slight stinging now, a white-hot ring of exquisite pain as she stretches me. Two fingers buried deep in my bum. Emily, my perfect wife, is feeling in a dirty mood this morning. What she is doing to me I will have to pay for when I’m done. 

Deep within me, the dragon purrs and stretches her coils. She digs her claws into my uterus in preparation for what will follow. 

Emily begins to actively finger fuck my arse and it feels glorious. I bear down on her thrusts. I want all of her in there….as deep as she can go. I feel another finger at my hole. I don’t think I could take another one. But then that’s the point, isn't it? Em slips the tip in and the stinging reaches an intensity which in turn stimulates the dragon. She breathes fire into my womb and I feel a pre-orgasmic contraction, just the one, but oh…..it heralds what will come. 

Emily whispers into my ear again. “Sometimes, I wish I had a cock. I’d arse-fuck you into oblivion and I’d cum up you.” My mind flashes forward to sometime this coming week. You see, we’ve ordered a new toy. Both Emily and I contract violently when we cum. We’ve ordered a…..you know, I’m not sure what to call it. It’s a latex penis, but it has an elongated bulb that is angles to fit in a vagina. The bulb is hollow and can be filled with a semen substitute. When the wearer orgasms the bulb is compressed and the ‘semen’ shoots out of the top. We bought it for a giggle, and I’m sure it will be a royal pain to keep clean, but the thought of Emily ‘ejaculating’ on and in me is wildly intoxicating. 

The dragon coils her scales and inhales deeply. Any minute now, she’ll breath the fire or orgasm into me. Emily senses my closeness and adjust the thrusting of her fingers. She whispers obscenities into my ear….pure utter filth…each word of which brings me closer. “I’m up your arse, you dirty little cunt. If I had a dick, I’d shoot my load up there. Cum for me. Cum on my dick, you fucking bitch.” 

The dragon roars and my world shatters into shards of colour and shape. I press back as hard as I can so her fingers really do hurt me as I cum. How long? Oh who knows or cares? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Emily twitches her fingers inside me prolonging the orgasm seemingly into infinity. 

By the time I’m relaxed, she has withdrawn her fingers and I feel open, violated, and utterly at peace. But we’re not done. Emily lays there, naked, on knee to the side, looking vulnerable, but she won’t tell me what she wants. Loving or aggressive? ‘Straight’ sex or perverse? Only when one hand languidly strokes one of her breasts do I get a clue. This is ‘virgin Emily’ this is the Emily in her teens when she had her first lesbian experience. The way she lies there….the soft, innocent yet desirable look on her face now seems to scream “be my first?” Of course, I know all about her first time. I know who it was with and I know what happened. 

That swelteringly hot summer’s night….her best friend at a sleepover. Their decision…very ‘grown up’ to sleep on top of the covers and naked. Emily wakes up to find her friend kneeling up on the bed just looking at her. Emily is lying as she is now, her right thigh at 90 degrees to her body, and her vulva not only exposed, but visibly wet. Her friend’s serious expression, “You look so beautiful. I want to kiss you.” Emily had merely smiled and had given the smallest of nods. Her friend had leaned over her and kissed her…once…twice…three times….each kiss remaining for longer until their mouths opened and their tongues began that intimate ballet. 

It was Emily who made the first move, reaching up between her friends legs to cup her vulva,,,,,her moist vulva in her hand. What a delicate moment, fragile, and with as much potential to end a friendship as to deepen one. Emily’s friend responded by reaching down between Emily’s legs and finding her erect clit. There was fingering and masturbation before her friend kissed down Emily’s body and finally plucked up the courage to lick her clit, and to lick her to orgasm. 

So I retraced that memory, every inch of it…every painstakingly slow development as it happened. The only change was that when Em spoke to me, she didn’t call me Mary (her friends name…although we have role played that.) Emily came into my mouth with two of my fingers deep inside her vagina. 

When finally I looked up, she was crying. I hugged her until their mouths opened storm passed. Emily sniffed and said “Oh Anna, I wish you’d been my first. I wish I had lost my virginity to you. I love you more than words can say.”

As if I didn’t know.