So hard she ruins the bedsheets

I pass out cuddling with Phoebe.

I wake up some time later. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I’m no longer cuddling with Phoebe, and I now feel drunker than when I closed my eyes. Drunk but not as tired. Maybe I should wake Phoebe up.

I take the comforter and rip it off our bodies. She doesn’t budge. I take the time to admire her little body. I don’t use my eyes to admire her. I use my lips. I start softy kissing her shoulder and work my way down her arms. I jump over to her torso and kiss the tattoo that covers the side of her. With my lips on her leg I move my kisses to her inner thigh.

This gets the first movement from Phoebe. So far she’s been sleeping peacefully as I’ve kissed her body, but now she slightly parts her legs. My kisses work their way up her thigh, until her soft bush tickles my lips.

She shifts her legs further apart, giving enough space for my head. I bury my face in the opening and kiss her plump hairy lips. Then my tongue decides that my lips can’t have all the fun and joins the party.

My tongue runs through Phoebe slit. Her flavor explodes on my taste buds. A little sigh escapes Phoebe’s mouth. I use my tongue to spread her open, then lap at her taste. She gets wetter with each lick. Her pussy warms under my face.

From her moans, it’s obvious that Phoebe is awake now. My tongue swirls on her clit. My fingers want to join too. I take my ring and middle fingers and insert them into her slick opening. I slide them in and out of her. My tongue relentlessly licks her clit.

Her moans fill the room. Her hips buck underneath my face but I don’t relent. I keep fingering and licking. She bucks and bucks, and hot liquids squirts out of her pussy. I move my face so I’m not covered. I take my two fingers that were just in her pussy, and run them intently on her clit. Phoebe screams and squirts again, soaking the sheets down to the mattress.

I sit back amazed at my accomplishment. Holy fuck. I need to get her some water or she’s going to get dehydrated.

Phoebe rolls on her own wetness, and looks at me. “Holy fuck Chandler. I haven’t squirted like that in a decade.”

A thought comes to me. Isn’t squirt mostly pee? Did I make Phoebe orgasm so hard, she lost control and pissed all over the bed? Is that what squirting is? Fuck I’m too drunk for this.

I say, “I’ll go get some new sheets.”

I stagger out of the bedroom, trying not to think what is soaking our bed. I glance out the window. Is that the sun coming up? Shit. What time is it?

Where is the linen closet?

Fuck. I’m too drunk for this.

Footsteps come from the kitchen. A voice asks, “Whoa Chandler. Can I help you with anything? You look like you don’t know where you are.”