1. Next Chapter 3


    Date: 12/25/2014, Categories: Fiction, Author: Michael.F, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    to the edge. “Kayla…” I grunted before the head of my cock swelled and, with a titanic surge, my cum erupted from the tip, coating her mouth and chin. She coughed and clamped her mouth around the head of my cock, increasing the suction as if to drain me of everything left in my balls. Every suck made me shoot and I could feel my balls tightening as their load was drained with masterful suck after masterful suck. Several days worth of cum had been built up…and Kayla wanted all of it. Damn… I finally fell back on the bed, my nose running and my vision blurry. My ears were ringing, blotting out all other sounds to a muted level as I caught my breath. I hadn’t even noticed that I had been holding it while I had been cumming but that first explosion of air into my lungs was enough to give me a head-rush that knocked me on my back. All from a blowjob…Well, a blowjob from Kayla. God, that was amazing. The tingling sensations in my body gradually receded and the warmth of blood returned to my limbs, allowing me to sit back up. Kayla was cleaning herself with a hand towel and she smiled at me when I sat up. “How you feeling?” she asked. “…Amazing.” She giggled. “Good.” The sound of the shower, which I had barely noticed over the past few minutes, suddenly stopped. “And good timing,” Kayla continued, inspecting herself in the small vanity on her dresser before tossing the hand towel in her laundry basket. “No kidding,” I replied, grabbing my boxers and slipping them on. It felt weird ...
    to cover myself after such a long period of nakedness. It was like when you leave your house and forget your wallet; something feels off. Still, the warmth was welcome, though Kayla’s mouth had already done a good job raising my temperature. “Awww,” Kayla said, sticking out her lip as I pulled my boxers up. “Tuck that thing back in. Aren’t you going to get dressed?” “Oh, eventually,” she said vaguely, stretching her arms above her head so her breasts were stuck out teasingly, “I kinda like the naturistic style.” “That’s naturalist, genius.” She flicked my ear. “Thanks, smartie.” The bathroom door opened a crack and Tara, her hair still damp, poked her head out. “Hey, could one of you bring my clothes?” “I got it,” Kayla said, ducking into her closet and pulling out a stack of garments. She handed them to Tara through the door. “Thanks!” Tara’s voice called before the door closed again. “I’m surprised she’s so modest now,” Kayla commented, bending her legs to pop the joints in her knees. “How do you mean?” “Like…wanting to dress in the bathroom. Closed door. After we’ve been naked for, like, half a day together.” I shrugged. “Well, nothing’s going to happen, so…” “Just interesting is all.” Tara emerged a few minutes later, dressed in what looked like a running outfit: sweatpants, thin hoodie, even an athletic band for her hair. Again, maybe it was being naked for so long, but the sight of clothes still looked weird to me. Tara seemed to share my sentiments: “Fucking clothes,” ...
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