There is a big difference in a drink versus sex hangover. With liquor you are miserable, sick to your stomach and of course that pounding headache. With sex, you are just bloody tired, worn out but still in a good way. One makes you want to puke or pass out, the other, like a good workout leaves you with an exhaustive high.
So it was after waking from our all night orgy with the neighbors last night. After relieving myself, I dragged myself through the house to get the magic elixir called coffee started. Things were fuzzy from last night, so I was somewhat startled to see a blanket on our couch and it was moving.
Slowly things came into prospective as I saw several feet sticking out of the cover. The nypmho teens, Henry and Molly were sleeping off the ribald behavior of last night. Having the last orgasm of the evening had wasted them beyond consciousness and they had just burned their wicks out on our sofa.
Shuffling my final steps to the kitchen, the air smelled of bodies, sweat and fluids. Visions came back to me of the frenzy of bodies slamming into each other in the search for ecstasy and sexual fulfillment. To my utter amazement the thoughts were making my dick bob some while attempting to stiffen.
Standing at the kitchen sink while getting the pot ready to brew, I peered out into the morning sun from our large window. It appeared it would be a warm day again and the idea to go out and lounge by the pool felt like it would recharge blood through my veins. I was shaken from my daydream by small soft hands gliding down my abdomen and latching on to my cock causing my stiffness to continue. Lips and then a tongue pressed into my back and lower back followed by a sweet giggle. My neighborhood minx, Miss Molly was up and apparently ready for more action. Why I had to question was not a Molly around for me in my teens?
Yeah I had some feeble blowjobs in high school and a few better ones in college. But no girl I ever met matched the dexterity and sexual free for all that Molly possessed. This sweet girl could make a corpse get hard. Her sexual hunger was endless and her attitude towards sex, with all sorts of people was possibly legendary in the making.
I surprised her by turning around very quickly and grabbing her by her ass cheeks and hoisting her aloft. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist as I planted a deep kiss on her lips. Molly's arm encircled my neck and kissed back with passion. Her hardening nipples bumped into my chest hair causing sensations that my cock picked up on and became harder. Instead of letting Molly down, I lifted her even higher so I could suck on her tits and nipples. She giggled and asked if she was making me horny, what a question when someone is feasting on your body.
Feeling a bit naughty and playful, I picked her up even higher and shifted her body to my shoulder. Now her ass was pointed at the ceiling and her lower legs were flailing around while still laughing. With almost a jump in my movements I went out the back door into the yard and toward the pool. With a combination fall jump we went into the deep end with a loud splash and an ear splitting shriek from Molly.
The coolness of the water was a shock to the senses. It being still early the sun had not heated the pool a great deal and the cold, especially in the deep end caused me to disengage from Molly quickly. Upon reaching the surface, Molly was already there and shoved water en mass toward me. She then swam up to me and spit out a long stream into my face while commenting that I was a dirty old man and needed to clean myself up. As Molly turned to swim off, I reached out and got a hold of her one ass cheek and held it as she futility tried to swim away. This was all pleasurable as we laughed continually.
The cold was getting to me, so I released Molly who commenced to swim some laps. I exited the pool and skipped over to a lounger where I could spread out and let the sun that was out, erase some of the chill. I guess I relaxed a little extra, because I started to nod off when my body temperature was comfortable again. I hardly felt the sag of the lounger as another body was placed on it.
Molly had joined me on my spot and hovered over me, dripping cold water from her hair onto my chest. The drip from her crotch was hitting my navel as she teased me with her tits, running them along my chest. Needless to say, my alertness was back due to her and her wetness and I saw my cock rise and thicken. Molly thought all this funny and shook her wet head like a dog to coat me with pool water. To get the little tease to quit, I tugged on the back of her neck to force her face to mine and we passionately kissed.
Molly's pussy went into radar mode and her body slid down, pussy rubbing my groin as she tried for my dick. Having hit it, she rotated her hips as if trying to screw into my cock, which remarkably she was successful at. I wanted to impale her deeply; she wanted to tease me first by taking two to three inches in and rubbing that length very fast and often. Occasionally she would drive her hole down to my ball sack and after several deep strokes, would resume her earlier fucking method. Molly was an expert at fucking; if her intent was to make my cum boil, it was working and doing it well and quickly.
My hands held Molly's hips firmly as she rode my rod with blinding precision. As my orgasm was approaching rapidly, I wanted nothing more than to deep root as much as possible, but Molly kept up her method. When I finally could not contain myself any longer I urged her to let me deep into her pussy, instead she disengaged from me so that my cum shots sprayed onto her legs, pussy and ass as she hovered inches above me. Some of the cum dripped back down onto my crotch area; Molly slid down to that area and began to lap it up with her tongue.
With last night still weighing heavily on my seed production, I was surprised that three strong ropes fired from my loins. It certainly was enough for Molly to spend some time licking it all up. When she was apparently satisfied that she had done a good job, she looked at me with a devilish smile and jumped off me and the lounger and did a dive back into the pool. Watching her swim and then turn at the far end with her gorgeous hiney sticking out of the water made me happy to be living on this street.
After letting the high of my cumming diminish, I got to go inside and finally get some coffee. Thinking that it may be time for Janet to also get up, I poured two cups and was going to surprise her in bed. When I passed the couch on the way to the master bedroom, I made notice that the couch was now empty and the blanket we had over Molly and Henry was now tossed on the floor.
I should have known by now, what you don't see means there is something going on. Turning the corner into our master suite, there was Janet, bent over on the bed with her ass high in the air with that jackhammer boy Henry, driving his long thin cock deeply into Janet's cunt. They must have been at it a while for they had a sweat sheen and a soaked bed. Janet saw me standing there with two cups of coffee and smiled while telling me to come over.
"Jack, she panted in between the thrusts from Henry, I saw you outside with Molly and it was so hot. So when Henry came out of the bathroom earlier, I was playing with my pussy while seeing you out the window. So you can see how this happened."
Henry was silent the whole time, just doing his yeomen's work on that snapping pussy. Setting the coffee down, probably never to be drunk, I let Janet, who had her tongue dangling out, slurp a little on my rod, which by now was semi erect. What she could do orally now far surpassed when we were first married. I guess practice makes perfect in all things. I knew I would not be able to come again so soon, so I disengaged and made the comment I was taking a shower.
Refreshed from the rinse, I slipped on some shorts and a tee and entered the bedroom again. The action on the bed had slowed some; Henry was still happily plugging Janet's pussy, this time from the side in a scissor position. Some dried cum on Janet's stomach indicated that this may be round two or more.
I walked out, wanting to check on some stuff, I heard Molly still gleefully splashing in the pool. I remembered I had not brought in the paper from this morning or the mail so I strode outside into a warmer than before morning. Gazing down the street I spotted neighbor Martha outside in conversation with another neighbor who I did not know but had seen before. Martha was dressed inappropriately, a bulky thick robe that covered her completely from the neck to the ankles. It really looked strange for a summer day. I did not see her husband Ned's truck, so I assumed he was already out.
The other neighbor left Martha, who now spotted me and waved me over. Curious about what she may want, I went to her. I also felt a little guilty for last night, revealing a submissive side to her as she gave me a more that pleasant blowjob.
"Morning Martha, how are you doing today?"
"Fine Jack, thank you for asking. Listen are you any good on appliances? I was hoping Ned would be back, I've got a toaster that's out and I could use some help."
