Author's Note: Gets a little extreme, with pissing and extreme cum play involved towards the end. Thanks for reading.
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Saturday morning.
What strange, lucid dreams I had.
I opened my eyes and immediately groaned, disgusted by the nasty taste in my mouth. My head hurt and felt like it weighed a tonne. As I stumbled up, I felt a little sick... and insanely hungry -- all together a combination that could be best described as the mother of all hangovers. I couldn't remember the night before.
I was naked, having slept on my mattress, the bedsheets and covers flung all across the room. A few glasses and bottles were flung about. Quite a party last night, we even had cocktails.
The place had a strong stank to it. Like club men's toilet, I had to admit, to my nauseous disgust. As I stepped onto my shaky legs, finding my way to the door, my eyes adjusting to the harsh morning light, I felt my stomach in knots. What had happened last night?
The corridor reminded me of... someone crawling on their knees. I took a step further and the butterflies in my stomach intensified. I stepped into the living room -- it was a horror scene. Having been to a few college parties, I recognized what had gone down. There was bottles and glasses everywhere. Blunts and half smoked cigarettes. As far as post-party scenes, this was no frat house weekend morning... but still, quite a clean-up.
Where was Jermaine?
I walked slowly towards the Master bedroom -- his bedroom. Naturally, he had the bigger room, the one with the en-suite. This was after all his flat. I was his sub-let, technically. I opened the door.
Jermaine was lying on his bed... still asleep and naked. In the light of morning, he was a vision of beauty. His legs sprawled out, his muscles tense and prominent. I'd never seen him like this before -- it was like he was finally comfortable in his own naked skin. He was always a sexual person... just one look at him was enough to make anyone think of doing carnal things with their body.
His beautiful, black dick lay dormant between his legs.
I had the sudden urge to crawl between his legs and kiss the tip... and swallow his dick. Even in the doorway... the aroma of his musk was intense. My pussy spasmed at the sight of him. I felt hot and flush. Wild thoughts entered my head.
Wouldn't it be nice to get down there between his legs. Wouldn't it be nice to wake Jermaine up with a blowjob. Maybe to snuggle in betwixt his strong, powerful legs and suckle on his balls lovingly... and then lick further till I got to rim his asshole.
And then - I remembered the promised words -- I am a Slut.
My hole spasmed again, this time opening up and I felt a liquid escape it. I looked down and knew what it was before I saw it -- on the floor, down my leg, was the creamy-white cum from my pussy. Some of it I was sure was Jermaine's.
And then I remembered the night before...
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I was led into my bedroom, followed by the insatiable group of guys that had been fucking me...
On my bed, Cole was already riding on Tyrone's dick when Manny pushed him forward and then, to my amazement, positioned himself behind Cole. I was on my knees, sucking Jermaine's dick and my eyes must have revealed my shock.
"You ever been double dicked?" he asked me, his hand gripping my hair.
I hadn't. But I'd seen it done in porn and had friends who knew friends who had done it. It seemed beyond the normal physical limitations of the asshole. Certainly my asshole... but then again, once upon a time, in college, I had a hard time with even average sized dicks, let alone big ones -- like the horse-cocks that surrounded me. But over the past couple of years I had been fucked by men with big dicks. I had evolved into a bit of a size queen. I had gone from once whimpering in discomfort at the moment a penis would so much as touch my hole... to loving the feeling of a humongous dick splitting my ass apart.
"Aww! Fuck! Oooohhhh!" I heard Cole moan, sounding for the first time tonight like he was in real discomfort. Manny had just nestled his thick, curved dick in to the already stuffed hole, slowly adjusting himself with a surprising gentleness.
"Is that enough dick for you, pussy boy?" Manny gripped Cole by the throat as he slowly gyrated his waist, sliding in and out of the hole. "Or do you want one more?"