I wake up...

The next morning.

I wake up smelling of sweat and cum. It was fun getting into this funky odour, but I need a shower. Jack and What-s-name, the man carrying him, is still sound asleep. Jack is standing tall and is tempting, but I smell too much. Do I need to know the name of the boy, if I have named the cock?

The shower is cold, the hot water seems to have been used up. It must be used up by Mother and her guest. I play with myself a bit as I wash last night’s cum from my kitty. Back before the wish, I was a good girl who never had anything inside her. Now I can explore the feeling of putting a finger up there. It feels good. Fucking is better, but I want this feeling too.

I go to grab my robe, but it is a thin sheer lacy thing. It is ridiculous and shows everything. The idea of just going down for breakfast in the nude is temping. Back before the wish, I used to have a fluffy large bathrobe. It doubled as a towel.

Jack is still sleeping. I run my hands along the man’s muscular legs, and flank, along his heavy left shoulder, down his hairy chest, across his taut belly an you know where I am going. Slowly I play with his sweaty balls. I want to lick those balls and put that cock in my mouth, but they are stinky from the play of the night before. He wakes up with a smile on his face.

Do I suck him off?

I throw my damp towel in his face and tell him, “ Go get a shower. I only like to suck clean cocks.”

I wrap the ridiculous robe on my body and prance out of the room and down to the kitchen. I still don’t know his name; I don’t need names just nice cocks.