Kit and Marty slept soundly through the night, wrapped in each other's arm, and content after having fucked so long and so good.
When the first rays of the morning sun filtered in through the bedroom windows Kit woke up and saw Marty cuddled against his shoulder. Rather than wake her he lay for a few minutes and admired her beauty.
For a women of thirty, Marty was very sexy. He looked over her body taking in the swells and hollows and the enticing curves. Carefully he laid his free hand on her breasts and felt the erectile tissue firm up under the gentle weight.
Slowly he let his hand slide down over her belly to the short, soft hair above her pussy. When his middle finger brushed lightly over her clit Marty mumbled in her sleep and squirmed a little, pressing her cunt upward toward the delightful sensations caused by Kit's finger.
He held her close with the arm she rested on. He brought the hand that had been caressing her to his mouth and wet the long middle finger with saliva. When he lowered his hand to her cunt again the middle was lubricated and warm. He tapped Marty's clit a couple of times and brushed it with the pressure a butterfly might exert as it beat it's wings against her love button.
Marty, still asleep, spread her legs a little. Kt wondered what his ministrations might stir in her dreams. He imagined that she was seeing wonderful, erotic things in the dream world.
"Marty…" he said softly. "Marty, are you awake? Are you asleep? Where are you Marty?"
She opened her eyes, her vision was hazy at first and then she saw the handsome face smiling down at her. Marty smiled back, groggy and barely aware of the hand resting in her crotch.
"Marty, what were you dreaming?" he asked. "Were you having a sexy dream?"
"Yes I was," she said. "Was I talking in my sleep?"
"No, you groaned a little and spread your legs. I wondered if you were dreaming about me?"
"I'm not sure what it was I dreamt. I just know that I was becoming aware of your fingers playing with me down there," she answered. "It felt so good."
Kit wet his finger again and laid his hand on Marty's cunt again. He stroked the labia with his fingers and felt it turn warm and puffy. Carefully he spread he pussy apart and slipped that long middle finer into her.
Marty groaned again and lifted her butt up off the bed. She spread her legs a little further and said, "Ooo, that feels good."
Kit knew a lot about the female anatomy. He'd studied it in books and he had "first hand" experience.
Kit curved his finger slightly and inched in into Marty. He was searching for the hot spot. He wanted to give her a hand job by stroking her G-spot. When his fingertip brushed the delicate tissue and Marty's body spasmed he knew he'd found it. Kit removed his finger, smelled the exciting fragrance of Marty's cunt, then he licked his finger again to lubricate it and to taste her juices.
When he reached down to probe into her again Marty guided his hand. She held his wrist and hand and directed him back into her pussy.
She wiggled his hand around and showed him just how to stroke the sexy ace. As Kit did what she wanted Marty let go of his arm and hand and reached for his cock.
What she found was a hard on waiting for her that really excited her. Instead of trying to jack off Kit, she just held his big dick in her hands, feeling the contours, the heat and the stiffness. She let her imagination run wild. Allowing her fantasies to take over and Kit's finger up inside of pussy she laid back and let nature take it's course.
Having spent so much time giving herself hand jobs Marty responded readily to Kit's finger fuck. She clung to his cock, running her hands up and down, touching the ridge of his cock's head and feeling the wide girth at it's base.
Kit held his thumb on Marty's clitoris and stroked it gently. His finger plugged into her stroked the hot G-spot and he made her sex ready quickly. He felt the slight tugging contractions of her pussy as the muscles in there began to thump and pull at his finger. He felt the heat increase and the juices flow freely.
Marty began to undulate her hips, grinding against the fingers that were fucking her. She wanted to cum badly, the dreams had made her hot and Kit's fingering her pussy before she woke up added to her need. Now, with her clit being stroked and her G-spot being caressed she was just about to cum.
Marty reached up to kiss Kit. He lowered his head and their lips met. As his hand manipulated her he probed into her mouth with his tongue exciting her even more.
Marty's orgasm wasn't long in coming, her cunt clamped down on the finger that was pleasuring her. The grip lasted extra long for a simple contraction and then there was a wave of spasms that sucked at the finger. As she plunged into the sexual release her cunt worked like a milking machine. She involuntarily pulled at the finger, caressing it with the silky lining of her pussy, squeezing it and drawing it in and pushing it out.
Marty's kiss changed from just a passionate exchange to a message of utter urgency. She pressed her mouth against Kit's and returned the probing with her tongue.
Juices flowed from her cunt and wet Kit's hand from the wrist down. He started to pump his finger in and out to further arouse and delight Marty.
Kit held his hand, busy as it was, against her pussy and kept her going as long as he could. He held his lips against hers and continued the long, passionate kiss.
Marty's heels pounded the bed; she squirmed and thrust and pulled at the hand that was giving her such pleasure. She gasped for air and let her mind go off on a fantasy trip that was absolutely wild and abandoned. She imagined sexual things that she would probably never have tried in reality. But, in fantasy, she let the imaginary things happen.
After a long time she let go of Kit's cock with one hand and gripped his wrist to stop the finger fucking he was providing her. She held the hand still, keeping the probing finger buried in herself.
They lay still for a time so that Marty cold regain her composure and her breath. When they finally moved she wanted to return the favor for Kit.
Instead of simply lying beside him and jacking him off she moved to position her cunt directly over his face. With Kit flat on his back and her pussy mere centimeters above him, all her weight resting on her knees, she reached for the hard cock again.
Kit pulled her downward by placing his hands on her thighs. With her pussy spread wide and stuck over his mouth he opened his mouth wide and began to lick out her cunt with his broad tongue.
Marty held Kit's cock with both hand and started to pump it up and down. She watched as his balls raised and lower as she tugged at the flesh of his cock.
Kit closed his eyes and concentrated on the sweet and acrid taste of her box. He tasted the salty sweetness of her and felt the silky lining of her. He reached as far in as he could with his tongue and felt her hands on his cock respond to the titillation of his oral sex.
Marty stroked him with long, gyrating strokes. She watched the skin slide up and then back, each time revealing the dark head of his cock. The piss slit spread a little each time she tugged down toward the base. She was fascinated by how the amazingly hard cock could be manipulated.
Kit groaned loudly because he couldn't say anything. He wanted her to know that he was about to cum. Over and over he groaned and then suddenly the first spurt of his cum fired from the end of his big cock.
Like pieces of cotton rope, the white strands blasted out of his cock. Marty realized at once that each time the big dick jerked in spasm another load of cum shot out. She pumped and twisted the cock with her hands and watched the amazing sight.
Kit's cock had swollen and reddened even more. The cum that spurted from the big organ arched through the air and then spattered down onto his legs.
Marty continued jacking the cock until there was nothing left to come out and until Kit was almost whining when the absolute, utter pleasure.
When Kit finally moved his hands from Marty's thighs to hold her hands still on his cock she understood that he had reached that point where more stimulation was uncomfortable. She raised up a little too so that he could breath easier. She didn't change her position though, she remained on her knees with her pussy directly above his face.
When Marty looked down through her own legs at Kit's face she saw that he was gazing with glassy eyes at her cunt and licking his lips where her juices had coated his mouth.
It took some doing but they finally moved out of the sensual position and lay side by side.
Kit said, "I never thought I'd ever want another hand job after all the time I spent jacking off by myself but if you can do me that way all the time I'll be happy to settle for hand jobs."
"I like that too," Marty confided. "Most guys think they have to fuck all the time to show how masculine and virile they are but nothing beats a good finger fucking."
They discussed the things they'd done the night before and how much they each enjoyed getting off with hand jobs. When Kit finally reached over to press the buzzer that would signal the butler to bring coffee he gave Marty a love tap on her butt and said, "Cover up. He usually waits in the hallway for me to wake up. He'll be right in so cover up with a sheet."
When the butler came in pushing the little cart he wore only a black jock strap. He smiled at Marty and nodded to Kit. When he left the room Kit smiled and said, "He's dressed formally today because I have company. When its just he and I and Bretta, the cook, we never dress until late in the day."
"I'm flattered, I guess," Marty said. "Too bad he felt he needed to dress though. I like his looks and I'd prefer to see him naked."
"Oh, you will. He and I and Bretta have a lot of three-ways and later on we'll all have a groupie if you want to. You can see all you want then."
"I think I'm going to like visiting with you," Marty said. Her fertile imagination was already off and running, composing a mental picture of Jere, the butler, with nothing on.