Glamour Shots, Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 14

... the damage to (and apparent happiness of) Marci’s pussy was flopped over across one thigh, wet and slathered with cum. He was in that post-coital not-quite-hard but not-quite-soft, thick, rubbery stage, the head of it about half-covered by his soft, fleshy foreskin, his cock now merely huge instead of obscenely enormous as it had been earlier. There was white, pearly cum at the tip of his cock and streaked on his foreskin, and wet smears of their fluids on his thighs, and on his balls, which hung down heavily onto our clothes beneath him. His sex looked every bit as happy and satisfied as Marci’s, albeit in an entirely different way! I’m sure that Alli took inventory in exactly the opposite order that I had, starting with ogling Michael’s generous – if messy - equipment before moving on to note Marci’s cum-soaked and satisfied torpor, but I think we were both amazed by their apparent lack of modesty! Michael said, “Good thing y’all didn’t come five minutes sooner, or you would have been interrupting something!” I nodded. “On the other hand, if you would have come five minutes sooner we would have still been okay.” He chuckled. “I see what you did there – and that’s true, as far as it goes, but we were having too much fun to rush things. Are you fixin’ to leave?” Alli answered him. “Yeah, we’re heading for the ranch…one thing, though? You’re on our clothes.” They both looked very surprised – startled, almost – and I realized that they had been so wrapped up in each other ...

... that they had paid absolutely no attention to where they’d thrown their horny selves down! They had no clue that they were going at it like rabbits on top of the parts of our costumes…big, beautiful, extremely well-endowed rabbits, to be sure, but I’m talking about degree of enthusiasm, vigor, and abandon rather than appearance! They both raised their heads and looked down at the bed, and then, seeing our stuff scattered beneath them, sat up and swung their legs off the bed to allow us to retrieve our garments. Marci looked at the large wet spot she’d left behind with dismay. “Oh no! We spilled all over something! What is this…?” When she pulled it out and held it up, we could see that it was Allison’s costume; most of the damage was confined to the leotard top, which was quite thoroughly be-spermed, but her tights had a pretty good-sized cum stain down one leg as well. Marci stood up, holding the wet things out in front of her. “I’m so sorry! Michael tends to cum like a fire hose, but I wasn’t worried about Charlie’s bedding, it can be washed. I didn’t realize we were on your clothes!” She looked very chagrined, but then an odd look crossed her face and she dropped Alli’s costume back onto the bed, clapped her hand over her pussy, uttered a soft, “Oh, crap!”, and rushed off toward the bathroom. Michael laughed. “Sorry, guys. She hates it when everything gushes out and runs down her legs! I do have a tendency to overflow the friendly confines, if you’ll pardon the expression.” ...