The Morning After.
The morning light had just begun to ooze through the limp curtainsmaking me squeeze my eyelids together harder to block it out. I had this burning desire to pee, the fullness in my bladder telling me it had to be soon. I rolled out of bed on to shaky legs and waddled to the bathroom, sat and peed like a horse. I snatched a small piece of tissue from the roll and wiped it lazily along my slit eradicating the last drips attempting to cling to my bare lips. I jumped as the tissue slid across the tip of my clit, gosh it’s stillso sensitive, last night was memorable. A small smile slipped across my face as I remembered how Casey had fucked me hard and long. My mons was still tender after banging our pubic mounds together other so hard and fast. Jesus I’d cum so many times last night it must have been a record, don’t know why we were both so horny we just were. I struggled to my feet not flushing the loo not wanting to wake Caseyfrom his obvious deep slumber if the snoring was anything to go by. I waddled back to the bedroom again and lay my head upon the soft feather down pillow. I could feel the warmth of his body emanating through the thin cotton top sheet towards me. His manly sweaty night odour wafted across to my nostrils and for some reason my pussy began to moisten. I carefully lifted up the sheet and saw his manhood lying limp acrosshis groin. It looked so sad so wrinkled so different from last night when we were jumping each others bones. Then it was a turgid shaft of thick veined rigid meat plunging relentlessly between my widely spread thighs, ploughing deeper and deeper inside my slick tube on every thrust of his solid muscled thighs. My fingers had slid to my crotch and was already slipping between mysensitive labia to find my pussy lactating surprisingly fast. I pulled the sheet over my head and carefully made my way south until Iwas face to face with Casey’s cock. His heavy balls hung slightly to one side looking like pink walnuts waiting to ripen for Christmas. It always amazed me how these two pink plums could produce so much cum each time we fucked. Why didn’t they go like a balloon after he cums, you know deflate to a pair of empty sacks instead of producing another load so very shortly after the first. Don’t get me wrong here I’m eternally grateful for this part of the human body but to me it’s just one of life’s mysteries. My pussy tingled more as I reached across with trembling fingers andgently held his meat in my hand. Even in this deflated state my fingers failed to totally encircle its girth no wonder it stretches me so much when we fuck. I lean across his groin and lick his cockhead. He doesn’t move an inch.My saliva lets me smell our mixed juices from the night before, his cum with my pussy juice and I smile again. My pussy moistens even more making me give it a quick rub to quieten it down. I slid his foreskin down to expose his beautiful pink helmet and knewwhat was going to happen. I moved forward, opened my mouth and took his flaccid cock inside its hot confines then gently sucked. I could feel his balls twitch a little as they made contact with my hand at the base of his shaft. So he isn’t dead then. I gently sucked his cock and began to feel it rise and thicken inside mymouth. I love this feeling it’s like breathing life back into a heart attack victim. As the blood began to flow through his shaft it thickened more and moregradually rising towards its angry state of readiness. I bounced my head more and sucked a bit harder never leaving contact with his cockhead that was swelling at an alarming rate between my lips. I managed to carefully move between his open legs then knelt. I stillhadn’t stopped sucking him but it had allowed me to now use my other hand to caress, fondle and squeeze his ball sack. He has amazing bollocks. Large hairy ones that appear so firm to thetouch but I know to mine and his cost how delicate they also are. I’ve… Read the rest of The Morning After.
Author: Knob-Out
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