"Kylie, time to rise and shine, honey..."
I heard a soft male voice singing softly and something hot and heavy, almost soft but very firm, was hitting me on the face. On my forehead and cheeks. On my lips.
"Open up, Kylie..."
I opened my eyes as I felt that something being pushed into my mouth and I suckled the familiar shape instinctively. I blinked at the pale body above me, a white man straddling my face, pushing his large white cock between my black lips while he smiled down at me. His hands were on my head, fingers in my hair, and he was stroking me like a favored pet. I focused slowly, on his taut belly and then higher, his broad chest and then his face. I blinked as I worked my dry tongue around the cock invading my body, feeling the strangely welcome sensation of precum moistening my mouth, the motion of that swollen cock generating saliva to ease its passage.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully and I closed my eyes because his alabaster skin was too bright in the morning sun.
He was ... I couldn't remember his name. Steve? Bobby? Kevin? I tried to remember, tried to think, but there was an annoying pounding in the back of my head. A small angry man swinging a big hammer against my brain and I recognized the second hangover of my young life for what it was. I was still sleeping, mostly, and too tired to think.
"Yeah, Kylie suck my cock, baby..." He chuckled, working his hips a little now, sliding his prick slowly back and forth.
"Mmmphhhh..." I didn't have much choice, or maybe I did, but I couldn't feel it.
I could barely move. My whole body felt sore and tired, weary all over, in my muscles and bones; even my blood seemed thick and lazy. I had to search for my arms, for my hands, cataloguing my body parts until I found them and I could lift them slowly to touch the man above me. I put my hands on his waist, around to the small of his back and then down to feel his smooth round ass, firm and muscular.
If this was a dream I almost didn't want to wake up.
If it wasn't a dream ... Oh shit! I opened my eyes again and I had to swallow because my mouth was wet now, my tongue pressed flat, wriggling beneath that turgid cock as it sank to the very back of my mouth, bringing a weak gagging sensation and the man would withdraw, letting me recover and catch my breath before trying again. I knew what he wanted, my throat was still sore from ... From the night before? I'd sucked him, deep throated him, hadn't I? Kevin or Will? Steve ... The names were there, but not the faces and that was weird because I knew them all so well. I'd sucked them all and ... Fucked ... Oh God.
My pussy hurt. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, really, and it was difficult to figure it all out, between the pounding in my head and the cock trying to force its way into my throat, and the sight of those deep blue eyes gazing down at my ebony face impaled upon that ivory cock. I was breathing through my nose and swallowing thickly, and gripping the man's ass under my fingers, feeling his cheeks flex as his cockhead suddenly found the too small opening and pushed all the way inside. My delicate throat forced to stretch almost painfully to accommodate that thick shaft and bulbous glans. My view filled with sweaty pale skin as he pulled me close against his stomach. Wiry pubic hair pressed to my narrow up-turned nose and his balls, wrapped in their velvet soft sack, fell over my chin.
"Fuck. That's good, Kylie," he breathed, holding his cock there until I rebelled against it, desperate for air and he pulled back completely.
His cock hung above my face, wet and shiny and dripping over my full lips, parted as I drank cool air into my burning lungs. Saliva and precum pooled and ran over my cheeks and nose, some fell into my right eye and I blinked at it, seeing the clinging strands connecting my once beautiful face to the cock that seemed to dominate me completely.
I knew I wasn't beautiful right then. Not the way I was feeling and the pain in my pussy and not just there, but my ass too? Oh yeah, my ass had been fucked sometime during the night ... I closed my eyes to that. I'd been a virgin until yesterday? Or was it longer? I couldn't remember if this was the first morning I'd woke up this way. Not for any real reason, just the sense of déjà vu that haunted me then, but I pushed it out of my head. This was the first time, I was sure, this was new. I'd never woken up this way before, but I'd sucked a cock just like this, on my back and loving it with my mouth while someone else took my virginity. In my pussy first and I remembered that pain, or rather I remembered wanting to remember it, which seems odd, but true. And later in my ass, which was a pain I wanted to forget, but never would.
The man was rubbing his cock over my face, I could feel it. He held my thick black hair in his strong hands, a pleasant torture as my scalp protested that rough treatment, but he wasn't cruel, merely insistent. He worked my head around his cock, sliding it over my face, fucking my skin while he moaned his pleasure. Was this the cock that had ruined my pussy and split my tender ass? I couldn't tell, I didn't remember, but someone had. The pain was an all encompassing ache, a deep rooted cramp between my thighs and I felt a burning down there, a fire that shouldn't have been.
As if reading my mind the man reached behind him, twisting his body slightly and I felt his hand cupping my sex. That pressure felt good, making me aware of the yearning to be touched there. I was still drunk perhaps, but no, that's an excuse I can't make. I was slow and stupid, but not drunk. Horny as well, with a lust that crawled over my damp skin, flushed with obscene excitement at being roused this way. I spread my legs with a soft groan, widening my dark thighs to accommodate the fingers suddenly digging at my aching cunt.
He was chuckling and teasing me with his voice, the deep timbre soothing somehow, comforting even as I struggled to understand his words and their meaning.
"You sexy black bitch ... You like that, huh?" His cock fell over my lips, against my pouting mouth and I used my tongue to tickle the head. "Breakfast in bed, Kylie, just like I promised."
I lifted my ass off the mattress, noticing for the first time how the sheets were wet and sticky beneath me. My stomach muscles protested as I tightened them, bringing my sex to further contact with those marvelous fingers. He was massaging my, working the greasy folds of my pussy open, spreading my swollen labia and thumbing my clit so that she buzzed with an undeniable urgency. I was fucking his hand, jerking to find penetration. My cunt demanded it, needed to be filled with something long and hard. I'd been a virgin once and not so long ago, but no longer and my womb had gotten a taste of pleasure and I was hungry for more.
"Open your eyes, let me see those gorgeous brown eyes of yours, Kylie," the voice whispered, and I did as he asked, looking up at him, seeing this white man above me.
He moved his hips slightly, dragging his lightly furred sack to my mouth. My vision was obscured by the penis sliding over my eyes, the head leaving a wet trail across my forehead and into my hair. I had little choice but to take his balls into my mouth, smelling him now, sweat and acrid urine perhaps, the musk of his desire rising from his pores. His smell was added to the stench of the bed, of my own body, and my head swam beneath the weight of it. The air was heavy and tropical with our passion and I breathed deep through my nose as I suckled greedily upon the lenient skin covering those resilient orbs.
"Oh, Kylie. That's it, get the family jewels all warmed up, baby. You're so beautiful with my balls in your mouth, you know that?"
He moved slightly, so that I turned my head with a muffled moan, keeping his balls safely inside my wet sucking mouth. I washed his sack thoroughly with my tongue, rolling those full round testicles around carefully, nibbling lightly at them with my lips, and a moment later there was a flash of lightning and then another.
"There we go, more pictures for the wedding album." He laughed. "We don't want to forget our honeymoon. Do we, Kylie?"
"Ummph?" I blinked and twisted my head slightly, letting his balls pull from my mouth with a moist plopping sound.
"You're ready now?" He nodded and I licked my lips, trying to compose my own thoughts. I was coming around now and my head suddenly filled with questions.
I had little time to voice my thoughts, even if I'd been able, for the man was moving now to position himself between my legs. He took me behind my knees, bending my long black legs over his broad shoulders and I felt my heart lurch at the sight of him. A white man between my legs, straddling me, putting my knees over his shoulders as he looked down upon me. He was blonde and blue and ruggedly handsome and this new vision sparked my memory finally, awoke me from whatever sleep still possessed my languid mind.
"Kevin?" I breathed. "Kevin ... What are we doing?"
"What does it look like?" he teased me as if I were a child.
.... There is more of this story ...