The Morning After

Jim lay in bed, his heart still pounding from the events of the night before. He couldn't believe what he had let happen, but he couldn't deny that it had been the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could still see the image of Paul's massive cock, the glistening tip coated in precum, pressing into Jenny's sleeping mouth. He could still hear the sound of Paul's groans, the wet slapping of skin against skin as he jerked off, the sight of Jenny's face, coated in Paul's load, seared into his mind.

He shuddered, his cock throbbing at the memory.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, giving a slow stroke. He couldn't deny how much it turned him on. He looked over at Jenny, her naked form sprawled out on the bed, her back to him. He could see the slight curve of her ass, the smooth skin of her back, and it was driving him mad with desire.

He moved closer, his cock throbbing painfully in his hand. He reached out, his free hand gently trailing along her spine, down to the curve of her ass. He gave it a squeeze, the firm flesh filling his palm. He could feel her stir, her body shifting slightly, but she didn't wake.

He gave her ass another squeeze before moving his hand down, his fingers slipping between her cheeks, tracing the line of her pussy. He could feel the heat radiate off her, could smell the mix of her arousal and Paul's cum. He groaned, his cock aching with need. He spread her cheeks wider, his fingers slipping between her folds, finding her entrance. She was wet, so fucking wet.

He pushed his middle finger inside her, a soft moan escaping her lips as he did. He began to move his finger in and out of her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing slow, steady circles.

Jenny shifted again, her hips moving with the rhythm of his hand. He knew she was still mostly asleep, but her body was responding to his touch. He added another finger, stretching her, filling her. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices coating his hand. He wanted to be inside her, wanted to feel her come over his cock.

He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking her juices off them. He shifted against her as the big spoon pressing his cock against her slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, relishing the feel of her tight heat enveloping him.

"Oh God, Jim," Jenny moaned, her eyes fluttering open as he slid deeper into her. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrust, her body still half asleep.

"Fuck, you're so tight, baby," Jim groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. He began to move slowly, his hips rolling against her ass. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices coating his cock.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "Take my cock.

I need to feel that tight pussy again," Jim whispered, his voice thick with desire. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to fuck her harder. His cock was throbbing with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass.

Jenny let out a gasp, her eyes widening as she fully woke up to the sensation of Jim's cock filling her. She pushed back against him, her hips grinding against his, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Fuck, Jim," she moaned, her voice husky with desire. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Jim," Jenny begged, her voice ragged with desire. Jim obliged, his hips slamming against her ass with ****, his cock filling her completely with each thrust. He could feel her pussy gripping him, milking him, drawing out his pleasure. He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping her tits.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he growled into her ear, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet." His mind faltered slightly and he imagined Paul's big cock obscenely stretching her out. He pushed that image away and focused on the sensation of her pussy squeezing him. The thought of Paul was hard to shake, and his cock twitched in response.

Jenny turned her head and they met in a fierce kiss. Jim could taste the lingering flavour of Paul's cum. The thought of it made him groan into her mouth, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her with a renewed fervour.

Jim was suddenly consumed by the need to cum. He broke the kiss and looked down at Jenny, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with lust, some evidence of last night still on her face.

He leaned down and traced the lingering cum on her cheek with his tongue. She shivered at the contact, her hips pushing back against him, urging him to move.

"Fuck, Jim" she whispered, her voice laced with desire.

He obliged, his tongue tracing the path of Paul's cum along her jawline, down her neck, to her collarbone. He could taste the salty; bitter flavour of Paul's load mixed with the sweetness of her skin. He groaned against her, his cock throbbing at the sensation.

He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He needed to cum, needed to fill Jenny with his seed.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna fill that tight little pussy of yours with my hot load."

Jenny moaned, her body trembling as her own orgasm approached. "Yes, baby, cum in me. Fill me up with your hot cum."

Jim could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices flowing freely, coating his cock. He relished the sensation, the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure.

He slammed into her hard before unloading with a groan. He could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his hot cum filling her tight little pussy. "Fuck, yes, Jenny!" he shouted, his body convulsing with the **** of his orgasm.

Jenny cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, her pussy clamping down on Jim's cock, milking him for every last drop. She threw her head back, her body trembling with the **** of her release.

Jim could feel Jenny's juices mixing with his cum, the combination driving him wild. He stayed buried inside her, his cock still twitching as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, milking him for every last drop.

He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring her, tasting the remnants of Paul's cum still lingering on her lips. Jenny moaned into the kiss, her body still trembling from the **** of her own orgasm.

Jim broke the kiss and pulled out of her, his cock covered in a mix of their juices. "We should get cleaned up," he said, his voice hoarse with satisfaction.

"I'll follow you through, I need to gather myself" Jenny replied, closing her eyes sleepily. Jim got up and walked to the bathroom. He turned it on and let the hot water steam up the room.

A couple of minutes later there was a soft knock at the door. Jim stepped out to let her in and was shocked to instead see Paul standing there. Naked, his massive cock already rock hard and leaking precum.

"Hey Jim," Paul said nonchalantly. "I heard you guys this morning, thought it might be cool if I take a turn?" Jim was taken aback, his heart racing. He could see the lust in Paul's eyes, the raw desire. Jim could see the bead of precum that was balancing on the tip, ready to drop. He was still shocked and frozen in place.

"Look, Paul, I'm not sure..." Jim stammered, his mouth going dry as he watched the big man's massive cock, already hard and leaking precum.

Paul took a step closer, the precum dripping from his cock and landing on the floor. "Come on, Jim," he said, his voice a low growl. "It only seems fair that I get a turn, doesn't it?" His rationale was sound, Jim thought, but he couldn't do it to Jenny. He didn't think she'd go through with anything anyway.

"Look, Paul" Jim stammered, trying to find the right words to put an end to this madness before it even began. "I don't think Jenny's into that kind of thing."

Paul chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Jim's spine. "Oh, come on, Jim. You know she is." Paul was stroking the whole time they were speaking and Jim was now openly staring at Paul's massive throbbing cock.

"I think we should ask her," Paul suggested, leaning in closer, his eyes locked onto Jim's.

"I... I don't..." Jim stammered, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should stop this, should put an end to this madness before it even began.