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All Characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18.
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Britnee woke up feeling like a Mack truck had run over her head and backed up and ran over her head again. She had trouble remembering where she was until she heard the light snoring of Lara sleeping next to her. She tried to open her eyes but one of them was glued shut. Then she felt the sticky, dry film all over her body.
"Uuggghhhh," she croaked, "Now I remember..."
She belched, tasting all the pussy and cum and cock and booze she had guzzled the night before and felt the nausea building in her belly.
"GaaaWaaaahhh," she coughed and tried to sit up but her hair was glued to the mattress.Jerking her head free caused a new wave of pain and nausea to wash over her and she rolled onto the floor and crawled as best she could to the bathroom. Once inside, Britnee prayed to the porcelain God for a good 10 minutes. Then, she dry heaved for another ten minutes before she had the strength to stand up and grab some pre-mixed douches, which she applied to her sore, overused pussy and her even more sore ass. Nothin' like feeling clean, she thought. She rinsed the foul taste from her mouth with water and mouthwash before heading to the kitchen.
Grabbing a bottle of orange juice from the fridge, Britnee gulped down half the contents and chased it down with some vodka. She shook her head and started feeling alive when she noticed Jayden asleep on the sofa.
"How'd he get over there", she wondered, taking another swig of vodka.Then she noticed the raging hard-on between his legs. "...Shit... Might as well put it to good use!"
Kneeling next to the sofa, the still drunk slut took Jayden's long dick and placed it between her oversized, perfect tits and proceeded to slowly stroke the heavy prick. Globs of salty precum drooled out of the pisshole and helped lubricate Britnee's hot flesh. She squeezed her round, heavy juggs tighter against the throbbing cock and licked the thick liquid oozing out, moaning softly as she drank her breakfast. The petite teenager loved tit fucking a fat cock, feeling the hard, throbbing flesh massaging her tits made her cream, and before long, her cunt responded by growing wet and heating up.
Britnee kept pumping the freakishly huge cock with her fat, round, firm tits as she bent and sucked on the pulsing, purple cockhead. Her hips gyrated and humped the air and, even though she had just puked out multiple loads of cum, she wanted more! Jayden's cock gave her what she needed and spit it's juice out in heavy wads! Britnee choked down the first few blasts then came up for air, allowing the belching cock to slash its jizz onto her sweet tits and well in the deep tight cleavage encasing it.
Britnee stood up as Lara walked into the room, "Jeez, Brit! Don't you ever get enough," Lara asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"It was hard and it was there," Britnee shrugged and belched, which caused her nausea to rise again. "You always so cheerful in the mornin'"
"Yes! Yes I am, Boo! Especially after a night like last night!"'
Britnee held her head, "I feel like Death gouged out my eyes and skull-fucked me! There's some douches in the bathroom if'n you need 'em."
Lara skipped towards the kitchen, "Already taken care of! Both holes, thank you! You taught me that, Boo!"
Britnee followed her and stopped to kiss her friend. "Gahh! You taste like a a three dollar hooker on payday!"
Lara giggled, "Such a nice girl... Not! Baby, we both smell like shit! I still love you, though!"
"Then how about you make a few OJ and vodkas while I get in the shower," Britnee replied, sniffing the air. "Then, you get a shower. Then, we'll stop by my mom's n grab some breakfast."
A hot shower with lots of soap and shampoo did little to kill Britnee's hangover but, she did feel somewhat more awake and ready for a visit with her mom. She returned to the small living room dressed in a loose t-shirt knotted just below her delicious, huge tits and a pair of tight spandex shorts cut high enough to expose a third of her equally delicious, round buttcheeks.
She was greeted by the sight of Lara on her knees inhaling the still throbbing hard cock of Jayden, who was still passed out cold on the sofa. Britnee grabbed her drink from a table and sipped, watching with approval as she squeezed one of her swollen tits through her shirt.
Lara had half the massive dick in her mouth and she jerked a few times before pulling herself off and wiping her lips, scooping a dollop of jizz back inside her mouth.
"See? I swallowed it all," she grinned at Britnee just as a stray wad splattered her face.
"Umm, almost all."
Britnee smirked, "And I'm the nympho?"
Lara shrugged and finished her drink. "My turn," she sang, scampering towards the bathroom. "Hey, can I borrow some clothes? Mine smell kinda funky!"
"Sure, help yourself," Britnee called out, shoving Jayden's feet out of the way so she could sit down.
She began rolling a joint as she drank her morning cocktail, stopping to look at the still throbbing cock of her idiot stud. Britnee looked at the cock, at Jayden's peaceful face, cocked her head and thought, 'Why not?'
She grabbed the hefty prick as it lay on his belly and started stroking it, aiming it at Jayden's face. In less than a minute, the fat prick jerked out another orgasm, spraying the sleeping moron with his own cum! Britnee giggled uncontrollably, dropped the dick and rubbed her head. Humor wasn't helping her hangover.
Lara emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a simple black vest. Her makeup was the same as the day before except for the neon pink lipstick.
"It matches your pussy," Lara grinned, kissing Britnee on the lips.
"C'mon," Britnee said, reaching for her sunglasses, "Let's get this done!"
The morning sun hit Britnee like a hammer. She struggled to keep upright and light the joint as they walked over to her mother's trailer. Stepping foot inside the home Brandee shared with Merle was not something she enjoyed and her anger only made her headache worse.
Brandee, answered the door wearing a short, flimsy robe that left nothing to the imagination and holding a tall glass of water with a celery stalk.
"Britnee stepped in and looked around, "He ain't here, is he, Mama?"
"No, dear," Brandee smiled, sipping on her drink. "You girls want one?
"Britnee shrugged, "Water and celery?"
Brandee laughed, "No, silly girl. I was making a Bloody Mary and ran out of tomato juice... so... Sure you don't want one?"
"Nah, I had enough booze for one morning already," Britnee replied.
"Beer?"
"Sure. Beer works." Britnee sat on a kitchen chair.
