Snuggling, and a discovery

Even while you're cumming, you keep on working your hips, filling Rachel's bedroom with the sound of you slapping into her juicy ass from behind and making her cry out into her pillow while her slackening cock spasms against your grasp.

All throughout your big, messy orgasm, you continue your thrusting, your jaw becoming fixed and your eyebrows protruding further than normal as you feed your cum-spewing schlong in and out through Rachel's throbbing little asshole. Using your girlfriend's ass to drain yourself of every last drop of your big load, you finally slam into her one last time and stop moving, leaving your slowly softening dick entrenched to the hilt beyond her ringpiece while in front of you, you can hear Rachel mewling happily into the pillow. Making her moans go higher by having your dick shift about inside her as you lean in closer over her, you plant a soft kiss on the one of her cheeks that isn't buried deep into the pillow, and nibble at her earlobe on your way back.

“John...” Raising her head and tilting it towards you, Rachel's face is flushed as she whimpers your name, and you're prompted to lean back in again to place your lips against hers. It's a tender kiss, during which you let your hand wander up to her thigh so you can stroke that instead of her spent cock or huge tits.

“That was wonderful,” Rachel says, once the kiss is over.

“Definitely,” You agree, with a big smile that grows bigger when you add “Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

“Uh-huh,” Giggling naughtily, Rachel vigorously nods her head, sending whiffs of the scent of her hair crashing onto your face and causing your nostrils to flare, “And it ended with me making a big mess.”

“Feels like it,” First letting your hand wander back to where her newly baptised slut shorts are wet and sticky with Rachel's cum, you next make her moan by giving your hips a little jerk, and finally send her a big smile once she's opened her eyes again, “But then so did I.”

“Yeah...” Rachel sounds quite dreamy, “It certainly feels like it.”

“I wouldn't want to leave a big mess in your bed,” your smile turns dirtier, “Think we can walk like this to the bathroom and take a shower?”

“John!” Crying out happily at your question, Rachel is obviously worried for a second or two that she just turned too loud, but soon resumes her playful smiling, “Isn't a bit early for that? We should probably sleep for a couple hours more. Like this...”

“Like what?” You ask, reminding yourself that you're probably the luckiest man alive for having found Rachel.

“With you big dick blocking all that tasty cum from seeping out of my slutty ass,” Rachel replies, without missing a beat, and cocks one eyebrow while sending you a “How does that sound?” that's delivered in a devastatingly suggestive tone.

“I love it,” your reply is immediate and honest, before you become more serious again as you remember that this is supposed to be the start of her time of the month, “But are you sure you'll still enjoy it in the morning?”

“I think so,” Like you, Rachel immediately switches from flirtatious to sincere, “it's usually just a stomach ache that gets worse during the day. Then it gets worse for a couple of days.”

“I'm actually a little bit worried,” Rachel continues.

“What about?” You ask.

“Well, it should be over by Friday, but if it's not...”

“We'll still head up to your parents' cottage and enjoy a nice, cosy weekend together,” You interrupt Rachel, who smiles warmly at you as you kiss her cheek again.

Just as your lips leave Rachel's cheek a couple of seconds later, you can feel her tense up, and a quick glance at her face prompts you to look in the same direction as she, meaning that you're both staring at the half-open bedroom door – which wasn't opened that wide when you last looked at it – and get to see a naked figure attempting to slide silently past it and on down the corridor.

You can't look away, and it's bright enough outside that you recognize the female figure as Amy, with her huge tits as exposed as the rest of her slender, curvy body. The fact that she's got her side to you really lets you see just how those round, firm orbs of flesh explode out dramatically in front of her. And with each stride she takes, you can see something bob softly just in front of her thighs. To complete the image, she clutching something – a bunched-up nightgown? – tightly in her right hand.

Tensing up along with Rachel, you watch Amy closely until she disappears from view, relieved that she kept her gaze firmly fixed straight ahead, since it would probably have been quite awkward if she'd caught the two of you looking at her.

“Rachel...” You finally whisper, now that Amy's no longer in sight.

“Hmmph, and she called me a slut!” Rachel huffs, and one look at her face is enough to send you burying your face in her brown tresses and snorting as you do your best to keep from laughing.

“Rachel,” Eventually, you've rediscovered enough of you composure to try talking again, looking at Rachel's slyly smiling face while you do so, “Think she'll be back with a sponge to wash your bedroom door clean?”

“If she does, I'm going to tell you every embarrassing thing she ever did as a kid while she's there,” Rachel immediately promises you, and just like you she's obviously struggling to keep from breaking out in laughter loud enough that it would most likely wake her parents.

“Seriously though,” Rachel loses her smile and looks into your eyes, then glances towards the door, “I'm a bit worried about her too...”

“Why?” You ask, as the faint sound of running water comes from the upstairs bathroom.

“Because growing up, I had Katie, and then I met you,” Rachel's smile returns stronger than ever, and she finds your hand on her thigh so she can give it a tender squeeze, “Amy hasn't got anyone.”

“I'm sure she'll meet someone,” Giving Rachel another peck on the cheek, you wrap your arm round her stomach.

“I hope so,” Rachel's smile remains for a few seconds longer, before it's replaced by a thoughtful expression that involves chewing on her lip in a manner that you find adorable, “But that could take years...”

“You're a great big sister,” With no solution to offer Rachel, you console yourself with kissing her again, this time on the mouth, and rub your hand gently against her belly.

“Thanks,” Rachel's smile is back, and getting rather cheeky, “Though it sounds like you have no idea on how to solve the problem.”

“No,” You cheerfully admit, “So let's sleep on it.”

“Mmm, an excellent idea...” Purring, Rachel wiggles her ass up closer to you and slumps her head back onto the pillow.

“We're really going to sleep like this?” You ask, while settling in behind her.

“Yeah... the best form of spooning...” Suddenly sounding very sleepy, Rachel mumbles back at you.
You don't say anything, and so the two of you lie in silence until the sound of feet pattering softly past the bedroom door is met by Rachel giggling.

“That was downright evil, you naughty slut,” you whisper into Rachel's ear over the sound of her sister speeding up her walking.

“Goodnight, stud,” Rachel giggles again, and the two of you resume drifting off to sleep away another couple of hours.