The [M]orning After Party

Like many people who lived in the city during their early 20’s, it came with some of the most memorable moments in my life. With an intro-level job, an overpriced apartment, and a penchant for partying, it goes without saying that it wasn’t the most financially beneficial time in my life. But during that time I had so many wonderful experiences and made some of the best friends I could have asked for.

One of those friends was a girl by the name of Monica (pseudonym for obvious reasons). We had met in an environmental studies class in college, and we gravitated towards each other within the first couple weeks. Standing at around 5’4″, she had the cutest set of petite breasts, paired with a gorgeous set of hips, the cutest bubble butt, and thighs that nearly made my jaw drop. A complete punk, her outfit most days consisted of a pair of tight black cutoff shorts, a cropped t shirt, and denim vest.

We had been friends for a couple months when we first started hooking up. In a friend’s bathroom after a party at their place, I remember being on my knees, her leaned back against the wall with her leg up on the sink, eating her out as I touched myself. Not long after, we were laying on the bathroom floor, desperately fucking, her pussy finishing off my bare cock in a matter of minutes. I remember continuing to thrust myself into her, too embarrassed to admit defeat (and hoping she hadn’t noticed), not stopping until she had climaxed as well. We both lay there, panting on the floor, until her tight pussy finally pushed out my softening cock.

Fast forward a few years, and we were still good friends. We had kept hooking up for a few months, but soon realized that there was no romantic spark, so decided a friendship was the best route for us. It was a Friday night in the dead of winter as I rolled up to her front door on my bike, there for a party she and her friends were throwing. My glasses steamed up as I entered the apartment, the place packed nearly wall to wall with people. I saw Monica in the kitchen, a pair of black skinny jeans clinging to her hips and a cropped, sleeveless Black Flag t-shirt hanging delicately over her torso.

I walked into the kitchen and stuck my beer in the fridge, cracking one open as I walked over and gave my friend a hug. The night sped up from there, lots of drinking and laughing while we sat on the kitchen floor, making plenty of new, fleeting friendships. Soon it was 3am and the party was clearing out, leaving just a few stragglers drunkenly giggling in the living room.

It was too cold, and I was too drunk, to be riding my bike home. I asked if I could crash on the couch. Monica looked around, and after a few seconds said she had offered the available couch spaces to a couple other friends, but that I’d be more than welcome to crash in the bed with her. Too drunk and exhausted, we both curled up in her too-small twin-sized bed, both in our underwear, passing out shortly afterwards.

Fast forward 6 hours, and I’m woken up with my head aching slightly, the hangover just starting to set in from the night before. I look next to me and see Monica curled up against me, her curves accentuated by the tiny pair of thin black panties and bralette she had on. I look down, my morning wood showing proudly through my boxer briefs. She lazily says good morning without even opening her eyes, reaching her hand over to pull herself closer to me. Her hand wanders down to my crotch almost instinctively, grazing my erection in the process. “Oh, good morning,” she said again with more emphasis, gripping my cock tight.

I return the gesture, wrapping my hands around her hips and pulling her close to me, kissing her in the process. Within seconds she had my underwear down, stroking my cock with a deliberate, steady rhythm. My hands wandered down the front of her panties, instantly noticing how wet she was. I didn’t deliberate further, pulling her panties clean off and climbing on top of her, thrusting my throbbing erection into her.

To this day, I don’t know what was different about that morning. Maybe it was the slight hangover, maybe being just woken up, but I had a sort of stamina that I had never experience before. I laid on top of her, driving my cock into her fast and hard, fucking her like I had never fucked anyone before. There was no pacing or need to slow my strokes, I just enjoyed the sensation of pounding my cock into her without end, listening to her moan in my ear as I did.

Maybe 20 minutes into our morning session, I flipped her over and took her from behind, her perfect little ass on display as I gripped her hips, continuing to drive my cock into her with the same energy as before. I gave my thumb a lick, running it around the edge of her asshole, hearing the moan it elicited. I eventually reached forward, grabbing her by the crook of both elbows, holding her up as I continued my frantic pace. Her moans turned into something resembling yelps as she closed in on her orgasm, her hair falling in her face as she lost focus on her surroundings. it wasn’t long before I heard the words “fuck…. fu… I’m cumming…” as they breathlessly left her lips. I felt a warm splash on my thighs, realizing she squirted the tiniest bit as she orgasmed.

I gently lowered her face first into the mattress, grabbing her waist, and continued fucking her until I was ready to cum. I let her know I was finishing and she nodded desperately, my thick cock twitching inside of her as I shot rope after rope of thick cum into her perfect pussy. As I pulled myself out, I watched as my thick mess poured out of her, surprised at how much I had filled her with.

She rolled onto her side and looked over at me, “Fuck, I… I didn’t think squirting was a real thing, but the way your cock was hitting me from behind, there was no way I was holding that in..” We both cracked up laughing, throwing a few clothes on and pulling the sheets off her mattress.

An entire hour had elapsed between the start of our morning and my orgasm, a feat that I never knew I could accomplish. To this day, that morning crosses my mind when I touch myself, especially on a beautiful Saturday morning like today ;).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q9julv/the_morning_after_party