We awoke just as the sky was barely beginning to lighten. We talked in low tones, talking about the chores of the day, what we had planned, the cat that had found a warm spot between our legs at the foot of the bed. I soon pulled her close for spooning, so that I could kiss at the back of her neck and below her ears. She soon rolled to face me (which must be “forking”, no?) and pressed her tits against my chest. My hand cupped her ass cheek and pulled her close.

The cliche seems to be that women most want sex late in the evening, and men are ready to go first thing in the morning. That pattern certainly holds true for M and me, but on certain mornings she awakens determined to drain me dry. And this was one of those.

I stroked her pussy, to find it wet and sticky from the night before. I was half-stiff already, but she quickly sucked me into a full erection and straddled me again, just as the night before. She leaned over me low and started whispering in my ear while her hips rocked up and down on my cock. She knows I have a weakness for dirty talk, dirty stories, and she was determined to use this knowledge to get me off as fast and as hard as possible.

“Later today, we can go to Juvie and find you two little nymphets, serving time for seducing their teacher. You can check them out and take them to a hotel room and punish them in the only appropriate way…” The words themselves matter rather less than simply hearing her low dusky voice and feeling her warm humid breath against my ear and neck. It wasn’t long at all before my hands grabbed her hip bones and pulled her low on my cock while I throbbed in release. She shone with a broad, self-satisfied smile, kissed me on the nose and said, “Good morning!” before dismounting and padding off to the bathroom.

I am a very lucky man!