Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

"What's for breakfast?"
Michael woke up early Saturday morning to an empty house, odd, even for his family. He looked at the calendar and saw today was the 14th. He looked outside at the dismal sky. He sighed and poured himself some cheerios.

Feeling rather down, he went to take a quick shower before he met up with Ashley. He trudged up his warm carpeted steps and closed the door behind him. Undressing slowly he looked at the mirror and saw the reflection of a sad tall boy with long black hair. He tried to smile but could not bring himself to do it. Examining every inch and detail of his finely chiseled face, his prominent cheek bones, his sad lady-like eyes, his lips... Ah, how he remembered his first kiss. His parents were so mad.
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"Mike! Mike! Want to come hang with us at lunch?"
"Sure, I guess..."
Charles, the rich kid, called him over and they sat outside and ate together, the luxurious early fall air warmly caressing their faces. Michael wasn't even sure what had happened, but suddenly a strange feeling encumbered him. It wasn't a bad feeling, just a different feeling. He closed his eyes, as Charles' soft lips were pressed against his own, he didn't understand how something that felt so good could be wrong. He put his arms around Charles' neck and let his mind be overcome with a glorious feeling as Charles' soft tasty tongue slowly slipped into his mouth.
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His breathing faster now, his long nails now dug slightly into his bare chest, he finished undressing quickly and turned on the shower. Normally he sang to himself in the shower, but not today. Today he just stood, sad, afraid, unsure, and unaware. His senses clouded, he stepped out of the shower. He dried himself, and reached for his clean clothes, suddenly realizing he forgot them today. He opened the door and walked to his bedroom to get some clothes.

Anna, his sister, was out this morning; she had gone to the mall and bought new clothing with her friends Trisha, Natalie, and Kristen. Anna had known Trish and Nat since they were just children, now at 18 years, they knew each other better than sisters. Kristen was a newer friend, she was sort of a libertine, and was quite attracted to Anna's delicate looking long blonde hair. Every time Kristen saw it, she became very insecure about her own, though it was a beautiful shoulder length luscious red.

The girls came home and headed straight for their room directly across from Michaels'. They began chatting excitedly, and did not hear the shower running upstairs. Chatting and giggling, they were trying on their new outfits, comparing breasts, and talking about their biggest crushes. Suddenly a slight gasp and the sound of a body running into the wall caught their attention. Anna and Kristen stopped discussing who's breasts were larger, Natalie dropped the neon green bra she had just tried on and Trish looked up from a picture of Ville from HIM in her newest magazine as they all looked to the door to see the naked form of a 17 year old teenager's body.

Anna screamed and covered herself, as the other three giggled and stared. Michael's mood switched immediately, he went from dismal to imaginative and cheery immediately, for he didn't see the girls as they were. He saw Trish and Kristen kissing passionately, locked in a tight embrace, their tongues dancing in a way that was pleasing to the eye, but from the way it looked, every part of their bodies at once. Natalie was sitting just behind them, biting one of her nails, rubbing her chest with her other hand.

Suddenly he snapped to reality, and noticed the three girls blushing deeply and staring intently at him, his sister had turned around and looked as if she was about to die. Michael smiled, and then realized they weren't staring at his face. Remembering his sexy daydream just a moment ago, and looked down expecting the worst. Blushing deep red he ran into his room and closed the door. Panting, he blushed. They were smiling... He laughed aloud, but he could not get the image of Natalie's breasts out of his mind.

She sure grew up... He could not believe how beautiful she looked now, and he thought silently about her beauteous nipples, and how perfect her breasts were in general. His heart beating faster, his blood pulsed, pushing his erection with every heartbeat. He crossed the room quickly and slipped on his favourite plaid boxer shorts. His door closed behind him, and he started, he turned quickly to see Natalie, still with her top off, standing in front of his now closed door.
"Hi... "She said nervously, standing with one knee bent, as though unsure of herself.
"Hey... what... um..." Michael said nervously, trying to no avail to hide his now very prominent "problem".
"Am I bothering you?" she said with her index finger slightly in her mouth, her eyes said nothing but dirty.
"No..." he said, unsure of what was happening.
"Happy valentines day..." she said, as she walked slowly towards him, he could not stop looking at her beautiful bust. She giggled and pulled his chin up with one finger, and licked her luscious lips gently. They looked so soft and delicious. "I'm up here, silly" she giggled, and pulled him closer kissing him passionately. Michael blushed as he pressed up against her hip, making it pulse a little more. He kissed her softly, and then slowly licked her lips as she gently opened her mouth. He slowly explored her mouth, which was like a cave of insurmountable bliss.

It seemed like forever, locked in a tight embrace; Michael took to his instincts, and pushed her slowly backwards and onto his bed. He gently climbed on top of her as she kissed him passionately, her luscious tongue sweeping across his. He looked her deep in the eyes and slowly began to kiss her neck. She squirmed slightly and she squeezed him between her thighs. He slowly kissed down towards her clavicle, nibbling gently, enjoying every second of her deep breaths and slight wriggling. He slid his hand down onto her left breast and caressed it gently, playing with her erect nipple between his fingers.

He kissed her everywhere from the clavicle down to her nipples, and then started licking them, flicking his tongue. He then started sucking on her nipples, gently nibbling every now and then. She let out a low soft moan and arced her back slightly. Rubbing his back passionately, she started to pull off his shirt, and with a sharp little bite on her nipple; she let out a whimper and dug her nails into his back.

"I'm sorry, Nat." He apologized.
"Don't stop... "She whispered urgently, "please..." Her voice was desperate. She wanted more.
He kept caressing her nipples, playing with them between his fingers, and he began kissing down her stomach. Down to the line of her jeans, and he removed his hands from her chest, and put them on her hips. He used his teeth to slowly unbutton her jeans, and pulled the zipper down breathing heavily. She moved her own hands onto her chest; they felt cold without Michael's loving touch, her breathing very heavy now as well.
Natalie lifted her pelvis to help Michael get her tight black jeans off. They slid down her soft legs like they themselves wanted to come off. He gently began kissing down lower towards her already dripping wet pussy, kissing around the edges of her silky black panties. He slowly slid his hands over her legs onto her inner thighs and gently and slowly moved his hands up and down as he kissed closer and closer to the beautiful woman's love spot. He looked up into her eyes and she nodded, then lay her head back and took a deep breath.

He brought his teeth up to the lacey edge of her smooth black partially wet panties and he bit the upper edge. He pulled down slowly, the midsection of her panties so wet they stuck to her labia slightly. He pulled them down right off her ankles, then began kissing her upper thighs slowly, moving towards her warm, pink, delicious looking beautiful pussy. He put his mouth close and touched his lips to it, breathing heavily, they took a deep breath together and Natalie arced her back even more.

Michael slowly brought out his tongue and pressed it gently against Natalie's juicy labia. A taste like none Michael had ever experienced, a taste he was sure he could never get enough of. He pulled her outer lips apart and began licking deeper, licking as much as he could, taking long slow strokes. Natalie let out a loud moan, and placed her hands on the back of Michael's head, gently pushing for more. He pushed his tongue inside of her tight pussy, then brought one of his hands off her hip and placed it just outside of her, stroking her sweet soft lips.

Natalie's moaning grew louder, and became more frequent, her excitement growing. She wasn't sure how much longer she could wait. She wanted Michael inside of her. She wanted him now. He began to lick her clit, making her squirm more, and then he slowly pushed his finger as far inside of her as it would go. He slowly spelled "I love you" with his tongue while slowly removing and re-inserting his finger, making her wetter and wetter. He slid off his boxer shorts, revealing his erect penis, pulsing with every heartbeat.


Already sweating, Michael's body lay against Natalie's and he looked deep into her eyes. Pushing just the tip inside of her, he kissed her passionately, and as they locked in an embrace that seemed almost magical, she let out a long moan into his mouth, sealed against hers, as he pushed himself deep inside of her tight sweet wet pussy. He pushed himself as deep as he would go, holding onto Natalie like he'd never let her go. Natalie's long nails sliding down his back leaving deep scratches. Her body took its own actions, her mind overwhelmed with passion.

As he began thrusting into her, she couldn't hold back any more. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel the very bottom of his sweet hard penis. Her moans turned more to yells, as she could no longer control even her voice. Her body and mind alike complete overcome with lust and passion. Looking Deep into Natalie's eyes, he watched sweat from his own brow drip onto hers. Her sweat covered breasts sliding across Michael's wet body. Michael began to push harder, and her pussy tightened. Her body seized up. She knew this was it.

Natalie dug deep into Michael's back, pulling him as hard as she could against her own body. They stared into each other's eyes, locked together in a tight human knot. Her head clouded, as did Michael's. Michael let out a long moan, clenching her tightly. Natalie couldn't hold it back anymore, together, their bodies made a small twitch as their insides writhed and squirmed. Natalie felt the end of the condom swell inside of her as the warm fluid filled all of its available space. Michael's cock throbbing more than ever, Natalie could feel it moving, almost bouncing inside of her. The passion was so intense, her climax so deep that she felt as if she would explode.

Michael's grip slowly relaxed as he lay on top of this beautiful woman. Whose nails slowly released his back. He lay on top of her, still clutching her, having not moved since it had ended. For it hadn't really ended. They needn't say anything. They more than they could have with words by staring into each other's eyes. Melded together, now as one, inseparable, Lost in the unending bliss.