029 The morning after…
I had always heard about the ‘Morning After’, and the ‘Walk of Shame’ after a night like I had. But I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. What I did feel was a hangover. I might have still been drunk, I reached down and removed the now warm ice pack that I had on my pussy as well as the cooling insert.
As I got up to walk to the bathroom I was still swimmy and foggy, standing made my head hurt worse, what I wasn’t ready for was the extra weight on my chest, as I think I forgot about it. I almost fell forward as I leaned forward to stand up. Catching myself I took a second to make sure I wasn’t going to fall over.
I cleaned up the ice pack and insert, then put them back in the fridge to cool. I also got another insert out as I was starting to notice that my vagina was still really sore, as was my jaw and throat. Getting that put inside me and pulling up my spandex biking shorts I grabbed a big glass of OJ, my gym bottle full of water then headed for the couch. As I sat there for a minute or so I shifted position and noticed my headache wasn’t as bad. Taking a second to think this through I shifted back, nothing, I shifted again, nothing. I decided to move just like I did initially, same result, my head quit hurting so bad for a second. It finally dawned on me I had lifted my right breast up with my thigh as I shifted. I picked up both my breasts with my hands to take the weight off my chest, Bingo that helped! Another thing I’d never think of.
Tossing a pillow on the floor I sat on it, pulled the coffee table up to me, lifted up both breasts and sat them on the table. It took a couple of changes of the pillow configuration but I got a height that was perfect. I sat there on the floor sitting on pillows leaning back against the couch with my living room table pulled right up to me to hold my breasts. My head hurt less but it still hurt, I grabbed some Tylenol and went back to my floor and table configuration. I’d never thought that I’d have breasts so big that I got relief from sitting them down and not having to support them with my back. I guess this might be one of the ‘health concerns’ with implants that are like hot air balloons.
After the OJ and 2 gym bottles of water I still felt like crap and it had been 2 hours. Grabbing my phone I ordered Taco Bell from Uber, that always helps for some weird reason. I know it’s going to be only warm if I’m lucky then there’s the crunchy stuff that gets soggy, ugh, I guess that’s the price you pay when you drink too much. After eating I felt so much better it is just magical, I don’t know what it is about TB food, but it will fix a hangover for me.
I was still sitting on the floor with the table under my breasts when I got a text from Chris. He wanted to go to the beach. It was 1000hrs and I still hurt, my head and vagina. Pushing the table back I felt the 16lbs of implants sink a little as my body started supporting their weight again. Getting another cooling insert in me I answered.
Chris
“Hey want to go to the beach?”
Me
“Not sure, feel really bad, hangover.”
Chris
“LOL I guess you partied a little too hard last night.?”
Me
“Yes I partied two hard last night.” Seeing if he caught the ‘two’ reference to my guys last night.
Chris
“Want me to come over and take care of you?”
Me
“Thought you were going to the beach?”
Chris
“That was only if you wanted to. Really just want to see you.”
Me
“I look like crap, and haven’t even showered yet.”
Chris
“So I’ll see you in 30 minutes then?”
I replied with a thumbs up emoji, got more water and headed back to my floor and table set up. Half asleep enjoying how the cooling insert felt and half watching Bugs Bunny while sitting there being miserable, the door bell rang. I realized that I wasn’t able to unlock the door without walking aver to it. Begrudgingly I got up and unlocked the door. Chris was there with various things to help a hangover, I was standing there in my spandex shorts and a shirt that was older and worn. It also was a XXXXL shirt so it covered my boobs then just hung down like a curtain in front of them and to my waste.
“I look like shit Chris, sorry.” I said as I went back over to my floor nice touch.” he said playfully.
“Thanks. Ya I discovered that my head hurts less like this.”
“I can imagine that must be tiring having to carry around all that weight on your chest.”
“It does get a little tiring sometimes. And yes the 16lbs is noticeable after a while. Usually by the time I come home from work I am starting to feel them.”
Chris went to the kitchen and put away the things he brought over. I sat there staring at the TV, with my breasts sat high up on my living room table and me leaning against the couch. Chris came back in and sat next to me him on the couch me still on the floor. Putting his hand on the back of my head he petted me like a kitten. I leaned my head over and rested it on his hand, then I caught a whiff of alcohol and body odor. What the hell is bursa escort that, I wondered?
Since Chris wasn’t hungover it had to be me.
“I need a shower, I smell like alcohol.”
“Can I wash your back? Or better yet your front?” Chris asked.
I just looked at him with a look of ‘Really?’
“Ok seriously can I help you, you do look really rough like it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Ok.” I said, figuring that having my hair washed might be nice.
I called out to my smart home system to turn on the water to the downstairs bathroom and set the water to 84F. I really love having so much automated.
A few seconds later the water started running in the bathroom. Chris was sitting there a bit stunned in disbelief that I just had my smart home system turn on the shower.
I got up with Chris’ help and we headed to the shower. By the time we got there Chris was naked. I was surprised as I had no idea he was stripping as we walked down the hallway. In the bathroom Chris reached around me from the back, grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head making sure to rub his hands over my breasts and nipples. This felt good, but my head hurt worse still. Dropping my thin and a bit ragged shirt on the floor he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of my shorts and peeled them off me.
As I stepped out of the shorts the cooling insert that I forgot about fell out of me, landing on the floor. Chris looked down in shock.
“Ummm, what is that?”
“It’s a cooling insert that my OBGYN gave me.”
“For cooling inside your vagina?”
“Yes.”
“Why?
“It’s just like an ice pack that you would put on a sore muscle.”
“So your vagina took enough of a beating that you need those?” He said surprised.
“And one that I will use on the outside as well.”
“You must have taken quite a pounding the.” He replied with no hint of jealousy.
“Thank you for not being jealous or upset.”
“Oh naw, we’re not ‘dating’, we’re friends with benefits, FWBs.”
“I’m glad you look at it like that, as that’s exactly how I do.”
“So tell me about what happened that you needed ice packs for your pussy.”
We got in the shower as I stepped under the water I could feel the thin layer of oil, sweat, and alcohol start to get washed off already. This helped a lot with my hangover.
“You want to hear about my going out with other guys?” I asked rather surprised.
“Ya, it’s a turn on thing for me honestly.”
I stood there enjoying the water still flowing over me I looked down between my breasts and noticed that Chris was what looked like about half hard.
So I told him about the 2 guys in the complex that I went to his place with a friend, ended up drinking way too much and had enough sex to make me sore. I stopped there without too many details, being unsure of how Chris was going to react.
“So you fucked 2 guys at the same time!?” He blurted out with surprise.
“Yes. That’s been something I’ve wanted to do for years!” I gushed.
“That’s awesome! Glad you had a chance to experience that.”
“I’m glad you’re cool with the whole thing.”
“Heck ya, I get it. But that doesn’t sound like enough to make your vagina hurt.”
With that I told him the story again in full detail. How I got hammered by both guys for 5-6 hours, much of the time with both in me at the same time.
This made Chris completely hard, like his cock was so hard it was starting to curve backwards. I thought it might explode right there.
“Wow! That’s awesome! I would love to have a 3some with you to watch you get fucked while you’re sucking my cock.”
“I’m surprised that this is something that you are turned on by.”
“It’s one of my turn on’s along with really big breasts, and you’ve definitely got that covered. The best though is watching a girl that will struggle taking a guy with a huge cock and not stop because it hurts. That whole goal oriented, ‘I’m up for a challenge.’ attitude as she’s trying to get all of him inside her.
“Oh my God! Really?!” I almost yelled. “That definitely makes you a perfect FWB! Also tells me why you weren’t upset at all when we discussed your buddy at work that you said has 10”.
“Glad to hear it! I would love to be a FWB on a regular basis! I think this will be great because of how you were when we had sex the first time. You were not going to let me stop until you took all my my cock. That was so hot!”
I was feeling better by now and Chris was still there his cock still rock hard. He picked up a loofah I had, put soap on it then started to gently wash me with it while I just stood there enjoying the water. I noticed that I was getting turned on, by the story I just recounted and being washed by Chris. As he spent a very long time making sure my breasts that vagina were clean I reached over and started stroking his hard cock.
He turned me around to wash my back, as he did I leaned forward and positioned the head of his cock between my vagina lips. As Chris washed my back I slowly stroked his cock bursa escort bayan head between my lips, when he reached down and pushed his cock just inside me, not even the whole tip was in me. It’s like he was just sitting there waiting for me to say ‘ok’. I let him keep washing my back as I moved very little on his cock head, teasing him.
I looked back and smiled at Chris, as he smiled back with that look of ‘Please tell me it’s ok to fuck you.’ With that I winked at him, put my hands on the shower wall in front of me and shoved backwards as hard as I could impaling me onto his half foot long cock. I felt him just graze my cervix and that sent a shudder down my spine. At the same time though feeling him split my already sore vagina apart it hurt as well and my short scream was pain and pleasure at the same time. I had Chris pinned against the shower wall as I pushed against the opposite wall just holding his cock balls deep in me.
“Wow that was unexpected.” Chris said happily.
“Just hold still, that wasn’t the best idea. Damn this hurts!”
“Oh, what can I do to help?”
“Have a smaller penis.” I said.
“I’ve never been told that before, as I’m just average.”
“Well as I have only recently been exposed to men that don’t have a micro-penis it’s huge to me. I mean the thing is half a foot long!”
“That does good for my ego, and I’m glad you like what I’ve got. But you still want bigger even though it hurts?”
Still breathing deeply waiting for my vagina to adjust to his cock that I slammed my self on to, sinking him balls deep up inside me. As I watched the water run off my back across my breasts and stream on the shower floor I thought about that question for a minute.
“I don’t know why but it’s a thing for me I guess, like you said ‘a challenge’.”
Chris continued washing my back and ass as well as what he could reach of my breasts. I slowly slid forward off his cock and right back down to the balls again. This hurt not only from me still being sore but how long he is. I loved the hurt of that deep up in me not to mention my cervix that I could flick the tip of his cock over and sent a shiver down my spine every time.
Both of us enjoying this I did eventually ask about washing my hair. I backed up solidly having him balls deep in me and slowly stood up. I felt his cock sliding further and further out of me as I did until he popped out and was just between my legs. I was hoping that I would be able to stand up and wash my hair keeping him inside me. But I guess I would need a guy that was longer for that. Oh darn. ‹ extreme sarcasm font
Chris started to lather up my hair and wash it while I stood there craving having a cock inside me. ‘Why do I have such an addiction to this?’ I thought to myself as I reached up and pointed the shower head down so that I was mostly out of the water. I turned around, smiled at Chris, got down on my knees and began to suck his cock. I didn’t use any hands except to hold on to the backs of his legs. I tried to keep my lips as tight as I could around him as I stroked his cock with my mouth. I noticed that he stopped washing my hair and was just standing there with his eyes closed.
I wanted to get his attention but I did like seeing him enjoying my mouth so much. I did need to finish getting me hair washed after all. I put his cock head at the back of my throat and swallowed like I do. This caused him to jump a little. Guys always seem to react to that by jerking their cock out of my mouth before they cum. But I still had him pinned against the shower wall with my mouth so he had no where to go. With his cock just inside my throat when I swallowed and it didn’t move it hurt my muscles a bit to contract on something that won’t move or squish. This got his attention as well as mine, he started washing my hair again as tears were starting to well up in my eyes because of that swallowing trick.
For a reason I’ll never know why I decided to try that again, mostly to see if it would hurt a second time. Firmly slamming my face against his pelvis with my mouth open as wide as I could get it I impaled my throat on his cock again. I swallowed again, it hurt but not as bad. He had a very strong reaction to this again, but kept on with the hair washing as I knelt in front of him never taking his cock our of my mouth.
As he adjusted the shower to rinse my hair off I just stayed there with all of his cock shoved in my head. I thought I’d try swallowing again. Again he jumped but I was starting to figure out that if I didn’t swallow as hard it didn’t hurt and it seemed to get the same result. So I did it again more gently. I felt my muscles grab his cock head and gently slide off the tip as they gripped it and tried to pull it down my throat.
Chris was breathing hard by now, and trying not to cum, I could tell by him pretty vigorously working on my hair still and having a very determined look on his face. I pulled my head off his cock and asked him.
“You look very determined, are you trying not to cum?”
“Heck escort bursa ya I am, what ever you’re doing feels great and I don’t want it to stop!”
“That sounds like a challenge to me.” I said with a smile as I opened my mouth as wide as I could and forcefully thrust his cock in my mouth, with the tip just inside my throat.
I was so over zealous that one of his balls popped in my mouth for a second until I tried to swallow and I felt it get pushed out past my lips. The second attempt worked much better. I swallowed and he jumped, I swallowed again, he tensed up again. I noticed that this was getting easier and I could do it with less concentration as I kept doing it. So I started swallowing as fast as I could, constantly gripping the tip of his dick and trying to pull it down my throat. I managed to do this 5-6 times in just a few seconds.
With that Chris grabbed my head and pulled it off his cock. I’m glad he did because I felt that twitch that happens right before he cums. Kneeling there with his huge cock staring me in the face I grabbed and started pounding that thing. I tried using 2 hands but there was only room for one, as I kept pounding his cock that felt like a steel rod. After few seconds he unloaded; right on my face. I felt the hot jizz spray me in the face, it felt like my whole face was covered but I kept going despite hating having cum on my face.
His second shot went right across my eyes, so now I was doing this blind. I guess that one really got me because Chris grabbed his cock and started beating off as his fuck weapon kept just squirting load after load of cum right on my face. All I could do was sit there while he kept jerking his cock and unloading what felt like a bucket of cum all over my face. I felt it start to drip off my chin in between my beach-balls of tits and run down my flat tummy.
After what seemed like 5 minutes of being hosed down with a cum cannon Chris finally finished. He gently pushed my head back into the shower water to wash off my face that had the cum that was in his balls a few seconds ago all over it. As this mess washed off my face, tits, tummy, thighs I finally was able to open my eyes again. And there was Chris’s cock still about 90% hard, and attached to it was Chris that looked a bit shaken.
“I think I need to sit down, my knees are weak after that.” he said.
“Just lean on me until you recover.” I said looking up at him as I maintained eye contact, opened my mouth again, and swallowed his cock forcefully pinning him against the wall.
He was still breathing hard with his hands against the walls for support, as I ‘helped’ by holding him up with my mouth around his cock. I don’t know why this was humorous to me but it still is even now years later.
I flipped his cock around in my mouth as I was there because it just seemed like the thing to do. As a minute or 2 went by I felt him start growing in my mouth again. I looked up at him with his cock still buried in my face. He was smiling and looked totally spent. With that I flipped his cock to the back of my throat and swallowed again a bit harder this time as he was not as hard.
He jumped, and bent forward a bit.
“Jesus that felt, umm, well, I can’t describe it but it was good.”
“It feels different after you cum?” I asked, taking his cock out of my mouth for a moment.
“God yes! C-Can you do that again?”
With that I buried my face on his cock and started rapid fire swallowing as fast as I could. With in 3-4 his cock was completely hard again. As I kept going with swallow, after swallow. I probably did that 15-20 times when he pushed my head back, grabbed his cock and started pumping it again. This time I reached up and pointed it down a little.
He came again but there wasn’t even close to the amount there was maybe 10 minutes ago. As he pumped his cock the cum more dribbled than shot out of it. This was handy and really easy to rinse off the boobs as the shower was still running.
After Chris let go of his dick, I rinsed it off and immediately swallowed it again, I pushed him against the shower wall, and started rapid fire swallowing again. Chris shuddered and grabbed the shower handles on both sides of the shower to hold himself up.
Authors Note: Yes there are handles in the showers that the previous owners had installed.
I could feel him sinking a little being weak in the knees. This just turned me on even more knowing that I could cause this, it was sort of a power trip I guess. That’s the only way I know to describe it.
As I kept swallowing as fast as I could I could tell my throat muscles were getting tired. It took maybe 20-30 times this time before Chris pushed my head back and like before was pumping his cock. This time he only came a few drops.
Chris was still holding on to the handles and recovering from his weak knees. His cock now was just hanging there like it had just been beaten almost to death. I tried to get up but couldn’t because I’d been on my knees for so long. Chris would help me up when he could, so out of, I guess boredom, at least that’s what I tell my self it was despite feeling like it was an addiction, I put his balls in my mouth with his cock resting on my face and just gently flipped them around with my tongue. All the time looking up at him and smiling the best I could with a mouth full of balls.