Cal-Man's Sunday Morning

This chapter originally written by CrossC, minor edits by Samus1001

The next day, Caleb woke up with a major case of morning wood.

Perhaps that shouldn't have been surprising given that he generally could be considered young, dumb, and full of cum and that was the stiffened state he usually greeted the wakened world with. Except by all rights his balls should be thoroughly drained after all of the sex he'd had yesterday! First with his mom and sis early in the day, then the YouTube porn he'd made with Emily and the fam in the afternoon, and then the goddamned marathon movie sex session last night!

He groaned and stretched, shifting his body under the sheet. He rubbed his eyes, flashes of memories flitting through his head. He couldn't believe that had all happened.

The sporty triad of 'breast' chanting cheerleader types...

Three bare youthful behinds all with jeans lowered to mid thigh with the multi-colored strip of the loin covering part of their panties passing between their legs like suspension bridges beneath paradise. Pink and speckled purple, tiger-print, and green and white candy-cane stripped respectively. Each cute bum taut and out-thrust enough for his viewing pleasure to openly display both the petite folds of their slits as well as the tight puckers of their back chutes.

His hands had been all over those rounded protrusions, squeezing lightly and kneading the little pillows of flesh.

He could recall the blonde adorably chanting, "Oh fuck me fuck me, please! Oh please fuck me, please-" and then the sharp shutting-up when he pushed into her and after a moment of his gradually filling her she started to groan heavily.

When he fucked the middle girl with the two dark moles on the back of her thigh less than an inch from where his girth was sliding into her, he'd felt compelled to involve her friends. He'd grabbed their thin arms and pulled them back. They had been all too happy to be maneuvered, giggling and flirting, he soon had them cheek to butt-cheek as he gently bounced his hips off their faces as he stroked only half his cock into the girl as they made out with the rest.

He remembered taking the very pretty Asian with the flawless skin, bouncing his pelvis off her tiny ass with its porcelain blemish-free perfect butt-cheeks. Her pussy had been unbelievably hot, nicely wet, and incredibly tight. He'd quickly bottomed out inside of her with a couple inches left outside of her. Other than that, what he remembered most about her was her thick southern, Texan accent, sounding like she should be some big blonde white cow-girl rather than the demure little Korean girl she looked like.

Of course, he'd also taken that glasses-wearing friendly mom-type joshing him about his language. A soft bottom with a bit too much cellulite, it hadn't bothered Caleb in the slightest as he plunged her pussy in the low light of the theater. He remembered really digging it when she had started to softly scold him, mothering him with a sweet maternal voice as he drove his thick massive trunk of flesh into her tight elastic love tunnel.

They'd actually sort of carried on a half-joking conversation during the sex. Caleb had gotten the impression that she was a good mom, and her son was a bit of a trouble-maker. He made all the right noises and they'd stumbled into the creepy-hot role-play that he was her son...

"I'm sorry, Mom. I won't say the F word anymore," he had promised her in the back row of the cinema.

"You better not, mister! Ah! You're so fucking big, baby!" she had groaned out as he grooved his pelvis deeply into her.

He'd gotten a disturbing pat on the ass from her balding husband, "Keep up the good work, kid. Heheh. I'm keeping my girl happy without even trying...."

Caleb had fucked more than twenty females in that darkened theater. For some he'd just given them a quick handful of plunges to enact the 'stretching' of their pussies, still others had received longer, but still very respectful and 'vanilla' romps.

He'd really taken his time with a few. The hot-ass MILF in the Friends t-shirt had also worn a pair of those tiny jean shorts, and her gaping orifice had gleamed like a lighthouse beacon as he'd vigorously humped her from behind. She'd looked far less innocent with her eyes closed and lips parted, as she'd cried out for more.

With the movie over, it had been a festive atmosphere, people gathering around the entrance to the auditorium, waiting for Caleb with Rachel on his arm. There was a short cry of excitement when he exited and he had been suddenly ensconced within a thick crowd of happy touchy women and agreeable men. His cheeks were kissed enthusiastically and he was forcefully drawn into deep tongue kisses, his groin often fondled. Numbers scrawled on small pieces of paper were pressed into his palms, his own cell-number was often demanded and he gave it freely.

What else would he do?

Eventually, they made it to his car, happy calling out expressive women all around as they too made to go home. Rachel blushed and took the driver's seat, proud to have him. When they reached her house, she invited him in. He was flattered and turned on, but he resisted. Still, he couldn't ignore his worse devils and asked, "Oh? You mind if we sleep in your parent's bed?"

That beautiful dark-haired framed face wasn't the slightest bit perturbed, her lips curving into an attractive smile, "Oooh. You're bad, Caleb! So bad! Such a naughty stud..." Her shoulders twitched and she cocked her beautiful head, brown hair sliding to one side as she revealed a soft, pale neck. Her eyes glowed and her lips curved into the slightest of smiles, "At least, if you get me knocked up it will be on my parents. Though I'm not sure how the courts will feel about it given they were asleep during the situation."

In the present, Caleb's balls tingled and his dick twitched. Recalling yesterday's activities was doing nothing to calm his raging boner. He looked like a cartoon caricature of a man with a giant erection, legitimately pitching a tent with his sheet. Normally on the weekend, he'd rub one out in this situation but yea, not anymore. Thanks to the watch, he had a feeling Hazel and his mom would be perfectly fine with helping him out with it.

He got up, swinging his legs off the bed and slipping out from under the sheet. He smirked to see his cock sticking out the hole in his boxers, "Jesus, dude. All that pussy yesterday wasn't enough for you?" He shifted his hips causing his dick to shake its head and he chuckled at his own absurdity.

Grabbing his phone off the nightstand and detaching the cord, he scanned his notifications. His eyebrows shot up at the sheer number of messages.

'This is Gloria. Had such a great time call me ;)'

'I need a man who knows what the hell they're doing, can we meet again?'

'Thanks for the stretch!!!'

'OMG! Your cock was so amazing last night! I came like, 5 times! I've never came that many times before! My roommate says she wants to meet you too so please give me a call sometime!'

'Hi! I don't think you know me but my name is Monica and we hooked up last night in the back row I'm into group things now so you should totally hit me up later we should meet up with another couple or three sometime soon.'

'Call me back I wanna see that big white monster again :P'

Most of them were some variation of that. There was no way he'd be able to reply to all these or even want to, he'd become a **** to his phone otherwise. Still, it was hugely gratifying to see all these adoring messages. His phone buzzed as another message hit. He grinned as he saw who it was from: Rachael.

'Hi! I know you probably get this a lot but last night was fun and I'd like to do it again sometime.'

He shook his head, not quite believing it. He'd been in the middle of a date with her and he'd spent the majority of it pumping away inside the pussies of other women and yet Rachael found the whole experience to be perfectly normal and acceptable. He put his phone down, not sure what he was going to do with all these texts.