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**- Chapter 8: Kelly -**
As was the case ever since moving into the apartment, I woke with a boner. My life had turned into a porno and I, and my cock couldn’t wait to start another day. That morning’s boner, however, was near the point of bursting. I wanted nothing more than to free-use Jamie and Charlie the night before, but I could tell they were both fucked out after their video watching session. Charlie could barely stand on wobbly legs and Jamie was deeply sunk into the couch, strap-on still strapped on. *Nope, these ladies are spent*, I thought. So, reluctantly I bid them goodnight so they could have their post-coitus time together.
Just like the night before, I resisted jacking off, wanting to save all my cum for one of my cumsluts. My boner didn’t deflate lying there reminiscing about the uncomfortable pleasure of getting pegged by Tracy all those months ago. My mind drifted and I thought, *I wonder if Cammi’s back?* I, nor Tracy, had seen her since that night. She’d gone on a worldwide trip to get more, exotic material for her channel. *Jesus Kelly, you have three girlfriends and you’re wondering if Cammi’s back in town*, I berated myself. However, Cammi had teased me about our next time together and I oh-so-badly wanted to feel the insides of her pussy with my cock. *Living in a porno, for sure!* Since Cammi was on my mind, I checked her website. There was a new teaser video of her walking half naked – black thong and spider web fishnet top – in a European parking lot. I tossed my phone down towards my feet thinking, *Watch anymore and I’ll have to jerk off.*
I smelled coffee brewing and jumped out of bed. Tracy was in the kitchen, forearms resting on the counter, and rubbing her temples. “Good morning,” I cheerfully rejoiced, not knowing how much Tracy drank the previous night.
“Too loud,” is all she muttered.
In a softer tone I asked, “You go out last night?”
Without opening her eyes she explained, “Just to the Park Ave with Charlie. I passed out by eight.”
Chuckling, I asked, “You were home last night?” Tracy nodded. “And you didn’t wake up?”
With a huff Tracy said, “Spill it out Kelly, I’m not in the mood for twenty questions.”
I walked into the kitchen behind her to get myself a cup of coffee. Then I saw Tracy was just wearing white cotton panties. *Free-use*, replaced any ideas about coffee. In one swift motion I tugged those panties down. Too hungover, Tracy didn’t even move, just said, “Very funny. You pantsed me.”
“This was your idea,” I whispered into her ear, making sure my hot breath tickled her neck. She finally turned her head, lip curled into a smirk, when I ran the tip of my cock along her slit. I leaned back in, lips grazing her earlobe, and stated, “I’m gonna free-use this pussy and fuck your hangover away.”
And that’s exactly what I did. I took a few minutes to warm her up with my mouth and cockhead, then firmly gripped her by the hips and pounded her into the countertop. There were no loving caresses, no warm embraces, no passionate kissing, just primal, from-behind, fucking.
Being so pent up from the night before, and thrusting into her like I was trying to move a refrigerator, I was ready to pop after a few minutes. “You want me to fill you up baby?” True, just like Charlie, Tracy was my cumslut, but she and I typically used the tamer term of ‘baby’ with each other, especially when the sex was just the two of us. But unlike Charlie, I usually asked Tracy where she wanted me to cum. With Charlie I just told her.
Tracy shook her head, “I want to cum too, but penetration isn’t going to get me there.” I began snaking my hand from her hip towards her clit, but she gently, yet forcefully pushed me back and out of her. She sprang up to sit on the kitchen counter, feet up too, spread wide, and began massaging her clit. I stepped forward to re-enter her, but she said, “After watching you cum all over Jamie the other morning, I want that… I want to cum together.”
“Works for me,” I grinned and took my member into my hand.
“Ha,” she chuckled, “I know it does. You love spraying your cum all over us.” My cock was slippery and creamy with Tracy’s ambrosia, my hand gliding along it effortlessly. Tracy leered at me pumping myself, wincing with concentration, biting her lower lip. I slowly stroked, ready to pop at any moment, but waited for Tracy to catch up. She moaned, then said, “Talk to me baby. Tell me what you like.”
I started with, “I liked watching Jamie fuck Charlie last night.” Tracy went wide-eyed, jaw dropping. I continued, “While they watched you fucking me in the ass.” Tracy knew what I meant and moaned. “I liked watching you fuck my ass with your cock,” I said before thinking through my words. Tracy laughed but gave me a look that she wanted me to continue. “You’re so fucking sexy. I want to bathe your tits in my cum.”
“Oh yeah, baby. You going to bust all over me?”
“As soon as you cum I’m going to cover you,” I hissed.
When Tracy’s eyes closed and she threw her head back I knew she was close. I pumped my cock hard and fast and my orgasm surged from my toes up into my balls. I gripped my dick hard, letting the pressure and orgasmic bliss build. Tracy’s legs began to quiver, then her shoulders. As soon as her hips began jittering on the counter she groaned, “Aww fuck, I’m cumming baby.” I eased my grip and splattered shot after powerful shot across her body. “Fuuuccckkk,” she exclaimed, the word vibrating in rhythm with her body. Rivers of white spunk, bright against her dark skin, flooded down her chest which she eagerly used to continue working her clit.
When all was said and done, both of us panting, I grinned, “Fuck baby, I needed that.”
Matching my grin, Tracy agreed, “Me too. No more hangover.”
“We made quite a mess,” I stated, looking around. There was a puddle on the floor and more all over the countertop.
“*You* made a mess, but I’ll clean it up.” Tracy scooped her hand up her torso, filling it with cum, and then slurped it down. “Let’s wake the ladies up with some coffee. Grab me a couple mugs.” I pulled two mugs from the cabinet behind me and handed them over. Tracy scooped more cum and plopped a glob into each one. It was my turn to go wide-eyed and jaw-dropped. “Here’s their cream,” she smirked while handing the mugs back to me. “Now, take them their coffee,” she concluded, licking her fingers.
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