Chapter 44: Morning Glory

Morning Glory - Sunday, March 29, Morning

I woke to the soft press of Emily’s thigh against mine and the familiar warmth of David’s chest at my back. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the bedroom in pale gold. My cock lay heavy across my belly, thicker than it had been the night before, the new weight making itself known with every slow breath.

Emily stirred first. Her hand slid down, found the rigid length, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Still growing,” she murmured, voice husky with sleep. “I swear it’s bigger than Sir’s now.”

David chuckled against my shoulder. “Let’s see about that.”

Emily sat up, eyes bright. She tugged the sheet away and had us kneel facing each other on the mattress, our cocks standing proud between us. His was already slick at the tip; mine throbbed visibly. She wrapped one hand around each shaft, weighing them, stroking slowly from root to crown.

“God, look at you two,” she whispered. “Thick, veiny, leaking for me.” She pressed them together, base to base, and tried to take both fat heads into her mouth at once. Her lips stretched wide, tongue flicking between the slits, tasting us. She worked the shafts with both hands, twisting, pumping, saliva dripping down to coat his balls.

David groaned. I felt his cock pulse against mine. Emily moaned around the dual mouthful and the vibration pushed us over. We came together, thick ropes painting her chest, her throat, her chin in glossy white. She kept stroking until every drop was spent, then sat back on her heels, glistening.