Bo’s alarm on his phone went off at 6:00 am daily. As he woke, he realized he was not at home, but in Christie’s bed. He flashed back to his fun hookup some eight hours ago. Her head was snuggled up against the side of his chest, and her left arm draped over his torso. He pulled his left arm out from underneath her to turn toward the nightstand and turn off the alarm.

“Good morning,” she mumbled. “What time is it?”

“Yes, it is a good morning,” Bo said with a smile. “It is 6:00 am.”

“On a Sunday?” Christie laughed. “Cuddle me.”

The two repositioned on the large California king bed and he was soon spooning her from behind. His left hand was under her torso and his hand had softly cupped her 36D breast, and his right hand hung over at her waist.

“I need more sleep,” she whispered.

Bo had other plans. He gently pressed his manhood into her ass and gave her a light shake with his hips. His cock had a mind of its own and was slowly growing hard. He could tell his dick was being cradled by Christie’s two ass cheeks, so he slowly moved his hips in a thrusting motion, running his large mushroom head up and down her butt cleavage. The soft friction made his cock rock hard.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” she murmured as she ground her ass back into his stiff tool.

He slowly started lightly kissing her neck, up and down, sucking on her earlobe and softly blowing his warm breath into her ear. With his right hand, Bo split her thighs and lifted her right leg. Like a heat-seeking-moisture missile, his glans found the target.

“Last night you wanted me to fuck you like a whore. This morning we’re going to have a nice, slow, sensual experience,” he told her.

He pushed into her love tunnel and softly, and slowly, made long strokes while caressing her left breast and returning to kissing her neck. Bo could feel her juices and warmth on his shaft, a feeling he had not had in years.

His mind raced with thoughts of the future: He and Christine starting a long-term relationship, sharing their lives, and living happily ever after. His fantasy bubble burst when she spoke. “This feels so good. So right.”

Bo liked what he heard but didn’t want to get into a meaningful conversation about what she meant exactly. He wanted to continue fulfilling his pent-up desires.

With Christie holding her leg, he moved his right hand to her kitty. Bo ran his middle finger in her folds, getting her juices on his finger, and moved it north to her clit. He teased her, circling her pleasure nub a few times before softly rubbing her pearl.

“Oohhh, yes. Make me cum,” she moaned.

He continued with his slow methodical thrusts, adding in the occasional grinding when buried deep inside her. Her pussy felt wonderful to the widower of four years. Christie’s pussy was tight, wet, and warm, everything a man wants in a lover.

His finger was now rubbing her engorged tic-tac in a circular motion and Christie Berg had become a chatterbox. “Yes, right there. Keep fucking me, don’t stop when I climax. Ohhh, shit, I’m close.”

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good Christie,” Bo moaned out loud. “Let it go, babe. Cum for me, babe.”

“I’m so close, oh shit, I’m cumming!” she said.

Bo felt her inner walls rumble and spasm, finally clamping down on his thick cock. He continued his slow in-and-out motions as she had asked. Her body quivered as she climaxed and he held her tight, pulling her closer to his body.

“Enjoy that orgasm,” he whispered. He knew she was still riding the wave of pleasure as he felt her pussy still holding on to his cock, and feeling the occasional twitch.

A minute or two later she finally spoke. “That was fabulous, thank you.”

Bo chuckled. “We’re not done yet. By the time we’re done, it will be brunch time.”

“I like the way you think, Robert Malloy,” she said.

Bo laughed, “Only my mother calls me Robert.”

After several minutes of silence as they remained in their embrace, Christine moved between his legs. She lightly played with his balls with one hand, and the other held up his love cannon. Knowing his dick was glazed with her cum and juices, she slowly licked the length of his shaft and around his helmet. When she licked down, she continued to his shaved balls, taking one testicle into her mouth. As she sucked on his ball, she lightly stroked his now erect love stick.

For the next twenty minutes, Christie gave Bo the best foreplay of his life. Licking, sucking, kissing, and stroking his manhood. Teasing, edging, and then, a surprise lick of his bunghole.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Bo moaned. “That was nice. Do it again, please.”

She looked up at him, making eye contact, and smiled. “You liked it when I licked your asshole?”

“I loved it,” he stammered.

“Good. Pull your legs back,” she said. Christie kissed all over his ass before zeroing in on his browneye. Her tongue slowly went around his sacred hole, hitting every nerve. She licked up and down, side to side, and then flicked his exit way several times, before probing her tongue deep into his Hershey Highway.

“Holy Fuck!” Bo exclaimed. “I never thought I’d like ass play, but you’ve changed my mind.”

“Nice to know,” she said. “Would you like to eat my ass?”

Bo returned the favor and used many of his cunnilingus skills while teasing her starfish. At the same time, he was fingering her pussy. He had two fingers buried deep in her, lightly rubbing her G-spot. Christie’s nectar was flowing from her honey pot.

Out of nowhere, without any warning, she began shaking in orgasm and began squirting fluid from her pussy. This was something new to Bo, and he was a bit freaked out. “Holy shit!” he yelled.

“Wow!” she said. “I’ve never done that.” Christie was still trembling from her powerful climax. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” Bo said. “It was kinda hot.” He moved and kissed her passionately before positioning himself as the big spoon once again.

Christie dozed off in Bo’s arms and he soon did the same, trying not to wake her. Fifteen minutes later they both woke up when she had an involuntary body twitch.

He whispered in her ear. “I want you to ride me in cowgirl. I want to suck on your delicious tits.”

She didn’t say a word but moved into cowgirl. She had her hands on Bo’s chest as she began rocking on his thick eight-inch cock. His hands were on her hips as he thrust initially, but her perfect tits were bouncing right in his face. He took each breast into a hand and started kissing and licking her milk melons.

“Suck on them. Suck hard,” she groaned.

Bo followed her directions and started sucking on her left boob while his fingers rolled her large right nipple between his fingers. He pinched and pulled, and then his mouth switched breasts. This went on for several minutes.

He lay there watching her golden-brown hair fly up and down with each rocking movement. Her tits were bouncing, and Christie was moaning in pleasure. Bo couldn’t believe how his life had changed since Thursday’s Light Parade. He also couldn’t believe the amazing sex he was having with the childhood neighbor who lived eight doors down the block.

“I’m going to cum soon,” Bo announced.

“Me too,” mumbled Christie. “When I tell you, I want you to stick a finger in my ass.”

Bo thought to himself, “Stick a finger in her ass? Hell yes! What a freaky move! Of course, I’m going to finger her bunghole!”

As Christie rocked and Bo thrust, he could feel his balls tingle and tighten. He grabbed her hips and said, “Stop rocking!” Bo reached behind her and lightly rubbed her rosebud before plunging his middle finger into her asshole.

Almost immediately both were yelling “I’m cumming!” and they both started to quiver as the first phase of their orgasm took over their bodies. Bo shot rope after rope of his seed deep in her pussy, and her kitty spasmed and tightened on his cock. Christie collapsed on Bo’s chest as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly his cock retreated from her pink tunnel, and bit by bit his jizz flowed out and dripped on his cock and balls.

“Holy shit, that was good. And fun,” panted Bo. “Your cream pie is dripping on my balls.”

She rolled off Bo and began licking up the mixture of their cum off his balls. “Mmm, that tastes good,” she whispered. She licked and slurped up some more and kissed Bo, giving him a taste.

“Yes, that does taste good," he told her. Bo moved her onto her back and now he was licking her pussy, savoring the sweet and tart taste of his spunk and her pussy nectar.

“Ohhh, yes, that feels so good,” Christie moaned.

Bo kissed his way up her body, stomach, tits, neck, and finally lips. “Thanks for a wonderful evening, and morning. Let’s shower and then go to brunch at Mimosa’s.”

“Sounds great,” she said. “What a perfect way to start a ‘Funday Sunday,’ great sex and a delicious brunch. And maybe some more sex in the afternoon.”

“That is guaranteed,” Bo said seriously.

THE END – Chapter Two
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