Chapter 9 - Prepare for Trouble...


      I woke up felling like I was nursing a bad hangover. I was dehydrated and disoriented, I couldn’t even tell what time of day or night it even was. My belly was still swollen; my insides packed. The smell of cum and sex was overpowering and there was a heavy weight on my face. Although when I realized that I had my head resting on Sonya’s ebony thighs with her flacid, slimy cock drapped over my head and dangling off my face, I figured that was the cause of my many current senses.

      Her body was still, her breathing slow and quiet. When I slowly pulled her cock off my face and off to the side I could clearly see that she was asleep. She had a very satisfied and content look on her face, an expression I had yet to witness upon her. One of her arms was drapped across the top of the couch, the other was draped across me, cupping my ass with her large hands. She was the spitting image of a sleeping giant.

      When I leaned up off of Sonya and up into the slightly fresher air of the apartment, Danielle walked into the room behind me, completely nude.

      “Wakey wakey my little slutmuffin,” she said in a soft voice, likely not wanting to wake Sonya, at least not yet. She walked around the couch and stood directly in front of me, her soft, less threatening cock swinging gently between her slender smooth legs. Her limp member less than half the size I knew it to be when erect, comparatively, Sonya was definitely a shower, her long flaccid cock seemed to be no shorter then I remembered, only less stiff and rigid.

      “I’m impressed,” she continued, staring at Sonya’s softly sleeping form “I can’t remember the last time someone’s asshole put Sonya to sleep. She must have really loved you.”

      She looked back at me and at my cum filled belly with her usual smile, a smile that in the past I would have described as wicked, but since meeting Sonya and her far more unrefined nature, or perhaps because I was getting used to her, Danielle’s smile was practically welcoming, even warming. I almost would even say safe, but I knew that was going a little far.

      “What time is it?” I asked, the words hard to force out as my mouth felt so dry.

      “It’s only 10 o’clock, you weren’t out that long, and the night is young,” she explained excitedly, tossing something my way, which I caught. It was a key. “Sonya seemed very happy to have met you, not something I can say about everyone I’ve dragged in front of her black anaconda, so here’s the reward I promised. Go to the bathroom, empty yourself out and take a shower.”

      This had to be the key for my now ruined pants, but at least I could finally take them off. I was so excited I practially jumped off the couch, only to expel a massive amount of cum from my still gaping asshole.

      “Don’t worry, we’re gonna make you clean that up later,” Danielle said snarkily while I tried to stem the flow with my free hand as I waddled to the bathroom, “and don’t take too long.”

      I shut the door of the bathroom behind me and was alone for the first time since Danielle barged into my room 30 minutes before my exam today. I savoured the silence and the absence of impending penetration. Even though I had just been asleep, I didn’t feel rested at all. It was more like the feeling of coming home from a hard days work and collapsing on the nearest sofa trying to find comfort. In my zen I almost buckled on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, but then the reality that I was still leaking cum on the floor came back and I sat my ass down on the nearby toilet.

      I was exhausted but surprisingly comfortable just sitting there, my latex pants still hugging me fittingly, my belly shrinking ever so slightly as I just let the contents within flow out. I could tell that I was sporting a semi in my pants, in retrospect I don’t think that I have been fully flaccid all day, except maybe while I was sleeping. I just sat there enjoying the moment of peace and quiet as my outflow dwindled to drips.

      My belly was still enlarged and the pressure had not gone, so before I got up I gave it a push. One good push was enough to get most of the cum out of my ass and my belly back to a suitably normal state, although my once displayable abs were still lost underneath a small layer of whatever it was all this cum was doing to my body. I of course knew that there was supposedly some amount of protein in sperm, but knew nothing of it’s actual nutrients. I wondered if I would ever see my abs again after this massive dietary shift.

      Once I felt as empty as I could be I hopped off the toilet, eager to get a shower and get these pants off. I turned around and check the toilet before flushing it, primarily out of habit more than anything (hey, it’s important to know what's coming out of you just as it is going in), and was greeted with the unfamiliar sight of pearly white translucent liquid staring back at me from the bowl. I could smell the aromatic scent of Sonya’s jizz. I had not yet had the distinction of tasting it and for a second was tempted to dunk my head in. But I caught myself, I wasn’t that much of a slut for girlcum, not yet anyway and I flush the unusual contents away.

      I handled the key that Danielle had tossed me and had kept firmly in my grasp until now. It was a small key and did look to be the right size to fit the small brass lock that has been holding my pants on all day. There was definitely a moment of doubt where I thought this might be a cruel joke by Danielle, giving me the wrong key on purpose to prolong my predicament, especially cruel considering there was now a gaping hole in the back leaving my ass unprotected.

      My fears were unfounded however as the key fit and turned smoothly. I felt the weight of anxiety fall with the lock and it hit the tiled floor with a dull clacker. As I was getting ready to enter the shower and finally strip these pants off me, I figured I’d have a peek in the mirror, after all I was probably never going to wear them again, might as well take one last look at them.

      I stood in front of the sink and mirror, which lay opposite the rather spacious glass-walled shower. I turned around and admired the blue latex pants. I always did love latex or any tight and shiny looking clothing on women, my own posterior turned out to be no exception. The hole at the back was barely bigger than my palm but it was certainly large enough to fit a big cock. Through the tear I could see my pasty white buttcheeks, squeezed together by the grip of the material and still with some cum coating my skin. I had to agree with Sonya and Danielle, these pants did make my ass look really good, if I were a clone I’d probably fuck me.

      Whoa, never would have guessed that that thought would have crossed my mind.

      I pushed aside the glass door to the shower and stepped inside. My pants slid off quite easily with all the ‘lubrication’ I had in there and at long last my legs were free. Immediately I felt the surrounding cool air hit my soaked legs and shivered. I kicked away the blue bundle of latex into the corner of the shower and turned the handle on the shower. Warm water splashed down in front of me and I took my time dipping my legs in the raining cascade, letting the falling water wash away the cummy sludge that had plagued my day so far. For a brief few minutes I felt completely normal again. Just me, alone, having a regular old shower.

      It was when I began washing my upper body that I was interrupted by someone making their way into the bathroom, entering without knocking. Through the foggy glass I could only assume that it was Danielle judging by the paler skin tone that I was seeing. It was also apparent that I had forgotten to lock the door. Genius, Jason, fucking genius.

      “You were taking too long,” came a mockingly innocent and foreboding voice. Yep, definitely Danielle, “so I thought I would join you. You aren’t the only one who could use a quick shower.”

      I was immediately struck nervous, I knew, as any idiot would by this point that she had every intention of sticking her big dick somewhere, I was not stranger to that now, but there was something so vulnerable about being caught naked in a shower. My heart started beating faster as she approached the foggy shower door. I stepped back from the door, still subconsciously rubbing soap suds over my torso, although I was no longer holding the bar of soap, it had unknowingly slipped out of my hands since Danielle had made her presence known. She gently pushed the door of the shower in, bringing with it a wave of cold air. The fog in the shower multiplied, casting a haze between both our naked bodies. She stepped closer to me until we were both under the falling water. Almost immediately her blond tipped hair, once gelled up and spiky fell flat. The look seemed to change my perception of her, I didn’t see the aggressive sex fiend who once tied me up, filled me with almost immeasurable cum, and locked my legs into a latex coffin. I stared at her and just took a moment to admire her incredible beauty, which almost seemed to get lost behind her intense aura.

      “Well, aren’t you going to wash me?” she said. It was an odd request but deep down I was happy to do it. I bent down to pick up the soap which of course ilicited a snide comment.

      “You of all people should be careful about dropping the soap in the shower,” she said, I expected her to move forward and begin her assault or at least tap my ass with with her cock but she simply stood there waiting for me to fulfill her demand. As I stood back up my face came inches from her soft cock, which, I could have sworn for that brief moment, swelled slightly.

      As I started to lather her tits, the most obvious place to start while she moved around me her back to the water, and my back to the door. I stared up at her eyes, I had forgotten how dark they were, almost pitch black. Even without heels on she still stood a full head head above me. It always made me feel small and insignificant, and it turned me the hell on.

      In this moment as I rubbed soap all over the contours of her smooth curvy body, it put a lot into perspective. I was grateful to have this amazingly attractive woman be so interested in me. So what if she had an immense penis that made me feel emasculated. I want it, and she wanted me. It was almost perfect; I just didn’t realize it until now. As we locked eyes again for a moment I could sense that she felt the same way, even though I knew she would never admit it. I was so turned on and my cock agreed; it was at full attention and almost the same size as Danielle since her member still hung flaccid in front of me.

      I was washing her back, our bodies pressed tightly together, my cock sandwiched between our bodies, getting lower and lower when Danielle whispered encouragingly, “go on, be thorough.”

      I grasped her smooth tight ass, massaging her cheeks and drawing slow breath from Danielle. I moved on and rubbed my soappy hand down her crack and found her once elusive asshole. My heart was racing; I worried that she might not want me venturing there, that she never wanted to be on the receiving end. But when I slid a single finger into her ass she gripped me tight with her arms, her response immediate. She brought me up on my toes from a long hard kiss, while her cock sprang up between my legs. I could feel her heat and her thickness against my inner thighs and she was so hard now that I could practically sit on it.

      “Look at what you’ve done,” she said, breaking the kiss and looking down on me, “You’re going to have to fix it now.”

      With her hands moved to cradle my ass she lifted me up so that my feet could no longer reach the wet shower floor. She moved one hand from my ass to her cock, pressing it up between my cheeks as I rose and when my asshole was just hovering above the tip she dropped me onto it.

      “Ngaahmy god!” I exclaimed, grabbing on to one of the handlebars against the wall to stop from falling over as my ass landed on to her enormous, erect cock. My ass took in the first few inches instantaneously, the rest slowly sliding in as my ass descended on her.

      “My cock has missed your asshole,” she said so sweetly as though she was not just now in the process of buttfucking me. She gave me another kiss and a loud slap on my cheeks for good measure. My ass flinched in response clenching around Danielle’s thick cock. My ass had by now gotten used to being plundered and I felt no discomfort, only lust. My cock got harder and my mind got crazier as she eased her cock all the way down until my feet could touch the floor again. If it weren’t for the shower coating us both in fresh water I would probably be sweating buckets, I guess a good anal stretching tends to do that to me.

      “Put both of you arms around my neck, and lock your feet around my thighs,” she commanded, to which I obeyed. I was now in, what Danielle would later describe as, full railing position. With a successful series of thrusts Danielle had me bouncing jovially on her cock. Every second I was well stuffed as her solid snake infiltrated and exfiltrated my asshole continuously, leaving a boatload of pleasure for both of us as it did so.

      “Godamn you are such a slut, you should see your face,” Danielle said, I didn’t even know it but my mouth was hanging open, my eyes were unfocused and my cheeks were bright and rosy.

      “It’s like you are getting drunk from being buttfucked. You love this don’t you, what if I were to just stop right now?”

      “No, don’t stop, please keep going,” I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but the thought of stopping was almost horrifying. She was probably just pushing my buttons, but I wouldn’t put it past Danielle to give herself blueballs just to prove a point. And I knew what the point was, the same thing she’s been trying to prove ever since she met me.

      “You love anal, huh? Slut?” she said, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at her as she spoke, slowing down her vigorous anal assault to a teasing pace.

      “Yes, I love it,” I said her cock feeling so achingly good at that moment.

      “You’re a perfect little cocksleeve for all of my friends, aren’t you?”

      “Yes, I’m yours to use, I’m your slut to be used whenever and whenever you want,” I couldn’t believe but just saying these things, admitting the truth was turning me on so much, I wanted so desperately to touch my cock but I knew that Danielle wouldn’t want that. It’s not about my pleasure, it was a side effect, and afterthought. My only goal was to satisfy Danielle.

      “You’ll do anything I say?”

      “Anything!”

      “Good, cause right now you are going to have to relax that ass a whole lot more.”

      I was confused for a second, then I noticed out of the corner of my eye in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, through the fog I could make out a tall dark figure standing right behind me. I never even heard her coming...
