Sticky

As you stop shaking and spasming and your vision clears you find yourself sitting in a cold hard uncomfortable porcelain sink, panting and catching your breath, covered with sweat and blood and cum.

"Holy shit!" Jessica is leaning back against the door with a dopey grin. "That was incredible! I could get used to doing this kind of thing!"

"I could too," you breathlessly agree. Jess's dick is softening but still looks massive hanging between his legs. It's shiny and wet and a big glob of jizz is oozing from the tip. You can't help but have a healthy admiration for it—and for what it can do. You've been jerking off since seventh grade and have never made as much of a mess on your stomach as Jess just did. Thick ropes of cum stretch from your pubic hair all the way up onto your tits. It collects in your belly button and cleavage.

But if all this cum is on you, then it's not in you.

"You pulled out?!" You cry with relief, and gratitude, and just the tiniest bit of regret—which you quickly suppress to the deepest recesses of your mind.

"Of course. I said that I wouldn't cum in you." Jessica says matter of factly.

You hop off the sink onto shaky legs and kiss Jess gratefully. "Thank you."

"Oh, shit, let me get you something for that," Jess grabs a handful of toilet paper to wipe your face with. Your nose is bleeding, dripping over your mouth and chin. "I must have gotten carried away, does it hurt?"

You suddenly feel very weird about having asked Jess to hit you and don't want to talk about it. "Oh, it's fine, I don't even feel it," you lie. Jessica didn't realize how strong her new body is when she was smacking you.

Your face is throbbing and your endorphin high is fading into a splitting headache too. And your pussy is sore. And your legs and thighs feel tender and bruised where his hips were slamming against you. And it's sore up inside as well. It's a warm soreness though, a good soreness, but a very uncomfortable soreness as well. It hurts a lot.