Short Story ✍️ What Happens on Spring Break… Ends Up on Her Chest 💦 Part II

Kayla (she's got a name now) and the boys are back and getting into more bicurious trouble

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My head and my dick were both throbbing when I woke up.

The clock said 8:17. Fuck that.

I looked over at the other bed. Devon was still sleeping. Snoring with his back to me.

All of a sudden the urge to piss was overwhelming and I got out of bed with the tip of my dick popping straight through my boxers and stumbled to the bathroom. I had to press my thumb down on the base of my shaft so I didn’t piss straight into the bathroom wall.

I closed the blinds tighter and got back in bed. Devon was still snoring and I was still throbbing.

I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the t-shirt I was wearing last night, shoved it underneath the covers. Pulled my boxers down to the base of my shaft and started jerking silently.

Kayla. What the fuck. God, I’ve always wanted to fuck her. Cum so many times inhaling her pussy off stolen thongs. I’ve got glimpses of her tits over the years. She and Sara used to sunbathe topless in the backyard when they thought no one was home.

But, Jesus. Just perfect, even more perfect coated in jizz.

I can’t picture Kayla’s gloriously glazed tits without seeing Devon’s dick. But it’s only making me harder.

I imagine Kayla. She’s on her knees, blowing Devon.

Then I’m down there with her. She’s feeding me his cock. Pushing my head down to take more of it.

Nearly a whole load’s worth of precum drips quickly from the tip of my dick and I use it as lube, barely gripping myself, stroking faster and faster under the blankets.

My eyes are closed tight and Devon’s gripping Kayla by the sides of her head, fucking her mouth slowly and I’m below her licking his balls. His pace starts speeding up, and I want his cum so badly.

I cover my dick with the t-shirt at my side just as a hot stream starts flowing out of my dick. So much cum.

Fuck, I hope I was quiet.

I wipe it off, toss the shirt back on the ground and close my eyes.

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Kayla takes us out for breakfast around noon. She seems totally fine. No hangover. No weirdness from last night.

At the restaurant we sit in a booth. Kayla takes up one side to herself, which I feel like she does on purpose to that Devon and I have to sit next to each other.

I stare out the window, trying to avoid the other two people I’m seated with. Kayla’s dressed in shorts and a tank top, and her cleavage is glaring at me like reflected sun that I’m trying to keep out of my eyes. Devon, however, is staring straight into the sun and whenever I look down I can see the outline of his semi against his basketball shorts.

I power through breakfast, shoving pancakes down my mouth and feeling uneasy. The urges to eat, sleep, throw up and jerk off again are simultaneous and equal.

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Kayla drops us back off at the hotel after breakfast, telling us she’s going to meet up with Sara for coffee and that she’ll be back in a couple hours.

As soon as we’re in the room, I’m back in bed. Devon is restless, looking for his weed.

“You must have left it in Kayla’s room,” I tell him.

He disappears through the adjoining door. After a minute or two he’s still not back and I get up to help him look.

When I walk in, Devon is standing by Kayla’s bedside with his back to me, holding something up to his face.

“Yo!” He turns towards me startled.

“What are you doing?”

“Check it out, homie.” And he holds up a black, silk thong. Then he presses it into his face and inhales deeply.

“Fuck, dude. Her pussy smells so good.”

I don’t say anything. I know this. I can’t count the number I’ve times I’ve cum while breathing in Kayla’s cunt from her discarded panties.

“Dude, how hot was that shit last night?” Taking another whiff after posing the question, tugging at his shorts.

“Crazy.”

“Right?”

He’s still got his hand on his shorts, gripping himself loosely. “She definitely wants to fuck us.”

“You think so?” I honestly hadn’t considered that as a possibility, but it made sense.

“Fuck yeah, dude. You wanna take a whiff of these?”

I really did. I walked over to Kayla’s bed and Devon handed me the thong. I pressed my nose against the crotch, and inhaled deeply. I knew her scent so well. By the time I exhaled I was fully erect.

Devon was watching me with eager anticipation. His left hand hadn’t come off his dick since we’d been standing there, and he was now obviously stroking it over the shorts.

I passed the panties back to him.

“You really things she’d be down to fuck us? Both?”

Devon took another deep inhale of Kayla.

“Bro,” Devon always started with “bro” when he was about to explain something. “Let’s review the facts.”

“One, Kayla is a total slut. She basically lived with you guys when she and Sara were in high school, so you know this.”

I did. I nodded.

“Second, she asked to see our hard dicks.”

His logic was sound so far.

“Last, we fucking came all over her tits, dude.”

Maybe he was right. I felt wetness in my pants as my cock strained against my boxers and leaked precum through the fabric. I started rubbing my crotch the same way Devon did.

We stood there for a few minutes, passing Kayla’s panties back and forth, rubbing our dicks in silence punctuated only by loud inhales.

I badly want to take out my cock and really start stroking it. I want Devon to take his out just as badly.

I put my hand down the front of my pants and felt it pulse in my hand. Devon did the same.

I don’t know which of us sat down first, but then we were both on Kayla’s bed, getting more comfortable, still passing her panties and back and forth, both full on stroking ourselves, but keeping it in our shorts.

I’m so fucking turned on, breathing in Kayla, glancing over at Devon working his dick, hearing the slap of skin on skin muffled under the fabric of his short.

I’m mustering the combination of horniness and courage to take out my dick, when Devon pulls his out, thick and pulsing, his head slick and shiny with precum. I take out mine.

“What if she was here right now, dude?” Devon says, turning to me. I notice him checking out my dick. “Kneeling between us. Sucking our cocks like a fucking slut.”

My eyes are laser focused on his dick. I can see Kayla swallowing it. I want to swallow it.

“God ye—“ Is all I can get out before I hear the unmistakable sound of the door of the hotel room door opening.

I try and shove my dick down in my shorts. Devon isn’t paying attention, in the middle of a deep inhale off Kayla’s thong.

Then she’s standing right in front of us and Devon’s got his cock in his hand.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

To be continued…

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