Waking up

In hindsight you can't remember what or even if you dreamed, but when you wake up the next morning a certain dampness between your legs is giving you hints. Your friends are still dozing away so you find yourself in a rare moment of solitude even if you are basically laying in a pile of bodies.

Careful not to wake the others you try to stretch a bit to ease your sleep-sore muscles and take stock of last nights damage. To your surprise, when checking your pussy, you notice that despite the workout it got last night, you are just a tiny bit sore and otherwise in pristine state. Puffy, jiggly, and ready to work.

The morning sun shining through the tine tent walls is illuminating the little pile of used condoms in the tent corner which serves as a quick reminder that ready to work is meant literally. A fact that, admittedly, is faded a bit in yesterday’s cum haze. You look down your naked body. At least I would be stuck in a gorgeous body. One that might even be a bit younger than my male body, you think.

But by the hard morning wood pressing into your thigh preserving a cum-free pussy proves to be quite a challenge, especially after Noah confessed last night that they planned a way rougher treatment for you originally. Pondering that thought an idea shoots through your brain. Unlike you, guys actually can’t cum four times in a row!

You quickly slither under the blanket to follow through on your plan before your conscious mind has any chance to stop you. Soon after you have your lips sealed around Isaacs dick. Better to swallow than to get inseminated, right? Right!