VI Day 11 - The morning

You… might have fucked up.

So you are in a room at the Lodge with Sheva and Viti. You probably should have left this room last night after the fooling around. That would be good manners for the third wheel and stuff, but… you didn’t. You fell asleep.

Now you’re spooned up against Sheva, your morning wood pressed hard against her firm backside under the covers. Somehow, your arm got over you and one of her hard nipples is against your palm. Did you do that in your sleep? You hope so. How is Viti going to feel about you squeezing her girlfriend’s boob? How’s she going to feel about you fucking her last night? You need to sneak out, but you can tell that just like you’re holding Sheva, Sheva is holding Viti.

Whoever moves will wake everyone else.

You keep still and play dumb. It works!

Viti is the first to come around. She sits up, rubbing her eyes. And her eyes get very big as she sees the state that everyone is in as well as that you are there.

“Morning,” Sheva murmurs.

You pretend to be the last one… but you can’t pretend not to have a boner. Neither can Viti, who is at a loss for words.

Sheva looks back and forth between you two. Is she worried about the same thing you are? She doesn’t look worried as she yawns, then stifles a laugh.

“Look at the two of you with your little…” she trails off. Viti looks embarrassed and grabs the sheet, but Sheva slips off the bed and turns around, kneeling. She pats the edge of the bed. “Come on,” she says briskly. “Can’t go out like that.”

Well, since nobody’s mad… you are ready to play along. You scoot to the edge of the bed and sit, and Viti shyly does the same.

Sheva grabs both cocks skillfully, with a good balance of firmness and being gentle.

Viti’s breathing is instantly hoarse, and she manages to power through about four strokes before she’s whimpering and her thick, smelly cum is dribbling all over Sheva’s hand. Steaming, Viti flops back, her hips and belly quivering.

Meanwhile, Sheva’s left hand rhythmically pulls on your cock. It’s good, but you can at least hold out longer than Viti.

You are still curling your toes and discreetly gripping the sheets. Sheva obviously has experience with her hand. She looks fondly at Viti, who promptly behinds to snore adorably. Then Sheva looks up at you.

“This again,” she says, resting her sticky, free hand on your knee while she tugs on you.

“You know you love her,” you say, trying not to sound too husky from how good it feels.

“Course I do,” Sheva replies, lowering her gaze to your cock, which is now slick with precum. “All the same, do you want to have breakfast with us?”

~ Route End ~