The Following Morning

Waking up next to Winter in the morning was something Mark could get used to. His morning wood pressed against her ass as she remained asleep.

Mark couldn’t help but press against those big breasts as she slept. They were free from the restrains of a bra so every movement over the night, they would bounce around. They make Mark almost forgets about the nightmare he had, until he feels the dry cum in his underpants. And again the question that plagues him again, againd and again... What to do about the strange feelings and desires that has sprouted by the skinny blonde. Everything seems to revolve around her, as if she has cast a strange spell on him. Lying down, quiet to not wake Winter, he wonders how in a few days his life has turned upside down. The world seemed open to opportunities, even though he had a strong attraction to Tiffany, but all went on normally, with several women, for the first time in his life, getting along with him... sexually inclusive.

Suddenly, Winter’s sleep in came to an end by the sound of her alarm going off. She woke up in a hurry as her phone vibrates on the desk next to the bed. “Fuck 11am already!” she said sitting herself up in the bed and rubbing her eyes.

“God damn it, I’ve got to get going, I’ve got to be at work in half an hour,” she said, jumping out of the bed.

“Where do you work at?”

“I’ve just started at some cafe near the beach, I’ve only had two shifts there so far, I can’t afford to rock up late already.”

Mark laid back and watch her shuffle through her closest, trying to find her clothes. Whipping off her nightwear, Winter’s big boobs bounced out. She didn’t have any time to tease Mark with them or anything, she just quickly grabbed out a plain comfortable bra to wear before a long sleeve white t-shirt.

“I should probably be going too then,” Mark said, realising he would be all alone in her room.

Winter who was in the middle of pulling up her pants, encouraged him to stay if he liked, “You’re welcome to go back to sleep here or just chill here, whatever you like.”

She was now fully dressed and ready to head off to work. Winter grabbed a black apron and came over to the side of the bed to give him a quick kiss on the lips before heading off.

“Have a good shift!” he yelled out before she shut the door.

Mark laid for a few minutes, trying to shake off the worries he had before Winter's awakening, just quietly looking around the room. Considering it was already 11 in the morning, he was ready to get moving. However, he could not resist the temptation, as if impelled by an odd **** picks up his cell phone and sends a message to Monique: "Good Morning! I miss you. What are your plans for today?"

He waits for a few minutes, but no answer. Even though he knew he shouldn't, he decided to write another message: "Monique, are you awake yet? When you can, call me, I really wanted to meet you. Kisses!" Again, silence. He then decides to follow his day.

Out of the bed, he’s natural instincts got the better of him, he noticed her wardrobe wide open. Knowing it was wrong, Mark couldn’t help but have a quick peek in her underwear draw. It was filled with all different coloured panties and bras. He picked up one very lacy orange thong, “Would love to see you in this one Winter,” he muttered to himself.

Leaving her clothes alone, he noticed a small photo album by her desk. Mark decided to flick through it as he changed into his clothes. It was mainly all family photos, she had a pretty large family, two parents and five kids, four of those girls. Looking at a couple of pictures, he admired the racks on Winter, her older sister Katie and even the one of what looked to be the eldest of the family.

The genetics in this family were as good as anything he’d ever seen before.

Closing up the photo album, Mark gets excited when receiving a message. It's from Monique! But, it's not exactly what he expected... It is a photo of Monique kneeling, sucking a cock and holding two others with her hands. Accompanying is a written text: "Sorry, bro, but Monique can't speak right now. She is very busy. But she says that as soon as she finishes she will call you, Mark. Bye!"

He doesn't know what to think. He is jaw-dropping. And again, confusion comes to him. At the same time that he knows that he has nothing serious with her, he feels a deep jealousy. At the same time, he feels lost about what to feel about a woman so liberated, so sexually active. Mark knows he shouldn't, but his cock is hard as steel. Even though this is not correct with himself, nor is it correct with Winter, because she is so nice to him and he is in her room, he removes his underwear and starts a furious wank. Fixed on the image, he can almost imagine Monique's moans. He perceives from the photo all her lust, all her pleasure. Mark should be angry, but he only feels happy for her. And in a way, he feels that her happiness is his own happiness, her pleasure is his own pleasure. In a few seconds he ejaculates liters of cum over himself and his cell phone.