I awoke to a bestial roar. My shoulders tensed and I covered my chest defensively. It was dark, and the growl of some wild animal set my heart racing. My cheek grazed its nipple. Then I realized that it was just Mike snoring, his arm still cradled around me and his bare chest sinking as a huge breath wheezed out of him.
I had no clue how long we'd been asleep for but his snore had torn me awake so it couldn't have been long. I couldn't check the time because my phone was in the living room, along with my clothes. I felt his chest vibrate as his lungs drew in another roaring breath. His snore was so loud and so violent, it only embellished the magnitude of the man. Mike exhaled again and I could hear his lungs wheeze a bit.
His breathing was laboured under the size and weight of his chest. I understood why he needed the CPAP machine, and I understood why he was embarrassed to have me sleep over. That, and the fact that he seemed to be an incredibly deep sleeper. Wriggling against the weight of his heavy arm to push myself upright made me aware of how helpless I would be if he rolled on top of me. Flawless victory, fatality.
I stood up and felt the ache of my sore pussy. Mike had really pounded the life outta me. It had been amazing. I'd never felt someone as large as him crawling over me like a dominant predator. The heat of his skin and the rasp of his coarse body hair only magnified his incredible, crushing weight. That pressure had pinned me down and threatened my very life, while the girth of his cock gave me new reason for living. His deep bassy grunts, his gushing perspiration, the smell of his strong body odour, all of it was like a mind-bending cocktail that flooded my senses and recommitted me to my purpose.
I looked over Mike, still snoring without any sign of waking. Whatever doubt I had in my mind was vanquished; I only wanted to serve and pleasure him.
I put my panties back on and stood at the end of Mike's bed. He was buck naked, his gigantic hairy body laid out before me, face up. I hesitated, but reached out and touched his hairy leg. His black hair was so thick that running my hand along his shin was like petting an animal. I delicately ran my hand up to his knee, and then petted the huge thigh. I didn't want to wake him, but he seemed to be so deep in sleep that a touch or a lick wouldn't rouse him. And his scent had yet again captivated me. I stared into the dark depths between his corpulent thighs and felt drawn in.
As Mike snored away, I crawled up onto the bed between his huge thighs. I perched on hands and knees, and leaned forward to take a deep whiff of his musk. He wasn't as ripe as before but his masculine aroma filled my sinuses and caused me to salivate. I very gently nuzzled my chin between the furry walls of flesh until my whole jaw was buried. If Mike were awake he would've spread his thighs to allow me access, but instead I needed to force my way in a bit. I needed to dig in until I was smothered ear to ear before my mouth met his genitals. I spread my lips, eager to taste his funk and sweat and semen.
Mike slumbered while I gladly sucked his cock and balls. I performed the task he'd set me to before we'd fallen asleep. He snored like a giant while I cleaned every inch of his thick foreskin. Once he was as clean as could be I pulled my face out and wiped my chin with my forearm. I wanted to do even more, to squirm between his thighs until I was wearing his furry buttcheeks as a giant pair of earmuffs. That was too much though, a perilous adventure for another day.
Mike still showed no sign of waking, his raspy snores nearly shaking the room. I smirked as I backed towards his door, deciding to make a silent exit and let him finish his sleep alone. It's not like I could keep sleeping with his snoring anyway. I snuck into the living room and closed the door behind me gently.
My creeping steps picked up their pace through the living room and I felt the soreness in my pussy and my abs. I slipped into the shower and let the warm water soothe my body. I thought fondly of how he'd mounted me, stared down at me, sank his weight into me, and penetrated me. My hands ran soap between my thighs and my ass as I thought of his sweat, his smell, and his incredible, crushing weight. The soap washed away from my thighs but my hands remained, pressing into the tender area inside of me. The memory of Mike's bone-crushing thrusts was irresistible. I let my fingers provoke the spot and try to imitate the pleasure and pain that his fat erection had subjected me to. My fingers couldn't compare though; nothing could compare to that big thick penis and the powerful body that provided its locomotion. I took my time finishing up in the shower, running off the fumes of intercourse with Big Mike.
As I dried myself off, I bumped my butt into the cool tiles behind me. I got out of the shower and finished drying off, looking at the grimy white tiles. That was the third time I'd showered in Mike's bathroom before I really though about how cramped his shower was. It made me wonder how he even fit in there; thinking of his powerful body odour gave me reason to question if he even tried.
Even from the bathroom I could hear Mike's thunderous snoring. I let the image of his huge, towering body slowly drift from my mind as I got dressed. It was still only nine thirty, so Mike and I hadn't been in bed too long. I figured I'd better escape before Aron came home, and just let Mike sleep.
I was slipping on my heels near the door when I heard Mike snort himself awake. His snoring turned to heavy breathing, then quieted. The silence held me from opening the door to leave. Mike coughed.
"Felicia?"
I froze.
A minute of or so passed but he didn't call my name again. I just heard him murmur and shift in bed, followed by a click and a slight buzzing noise. I realized that he'd turned his CPAP on. I listened for a bit longer, now comfortable that he wasn't about to get up for a piss. With the machine assisting his lungs, the snoring had stopped, replaced with the quiet buzz. I egressed quietly and closed the door behind me.
-
I was flustered when I woke up to his text in the morning. I rolled over on the floor mattress I'd been using since Mike had crushed my old wooden frame to see two texts from the big man.
-u alive?-
-thought maybe I crushed u last night-
I quickly confirmed that I was alive and explained my swift departure last night. He didn't really need an explanation, but he did ham it up a bit.
-did I give u permision to leave?-
I smirked, hesitated, and reckoned how I was going to circumvent his playful, commanding attitude.
-No sir. I apologize. My pussy was so sore and full after last night, I needed to slip in the shower and wash all of your juice out of me.-
-And then I didn't want to risk waking you. I thought you might give me another round of that big cock, and I wasn't sure I could survive it, back to back like that.-
His response took a minute, but he played along.
-Ya that's fare I guess that little pussy still needs some stretching-
I liked his reply but I really didn't think I could withstand another pounding like he'd just given me. I had other plans for the day and I was hoping he'd be down for it.
