Hannah woke up, feeling relaxed and refreshed as the sun peaked through the window. She took a few moments to enjoy the early Saturday morning, content with laying in bed with her eyes closed for a bit as she didn't have to rush to prepare for class. As the fog of sleep began to lift, a sense of confusion began to settle in. Why hadn't her alarm gone off? Even on Saturdays she set one, as she didn't want to waste her days sleeping in. She glanced over at the nightstand, and although her vision slightly clouded by the absence of her glasses, she was startled to realize no alarm clock could be found! Nor was the lamp which rested on it her own. And absent was the usually present stack of books she had been working through, for her pleasure reading.
She noticed a soft, warm presence pressing against her bare back. Another source of confusion as her senses began to emerge from her slumber. She was naked! Normally she went to bed in sweats and a t-shirt...
Hannah shook her head and squinted as she looked around the blurry surroundings. This was not her room! Her sopheric haze lifted and the memories of the previous night came rushing back in a vivid waterfall. The feeling of cocks stretching out and tongues lashing her holes, the taste of cock, pussy, sweat and cum, the wails of sexual pleasure and profane tirades all rushed into her mind in a rapid, lurid montage.
She couldn't remember coming up this room and climbing to bed, but she surmised she had to be in the same house where the orgy had unfolded. If she had travelled a further distance, she'd have remembered it. She had fucked her brains out last night, but she hadn't taken any drugs or drank anything alcoholic, so the gap in her memory was likely caused by exhaustion, not a blackout.
In the quiet stillness of this strange room, Hannah probed her own thoughts and feelings. She felt no regret or shame at her actions the previous night. She felt happy, even proud. She wanted it to happen again. Last night had changed her...she was a new, better Hannah now.
As Hannah mulled over these thoughts, more practical concerns began to emerge. Had she lost her glasses? Her phone? Her purse? Hannah reflected that yesterday, if she had woken up naked in a strange room without knowing where her most important belongings were, she'd be in a panic. Now, she was calmy assessing the situation, evaluating her surroundings and taking the strange circumstances in relative stride. Perhaps having been an eager participant in a debauched orgy lent a certain perspective which fostered a sense of serenity.
She sat up and scanned the unfamiliar nightstand. As she did, she looked back and saw that the warm, soft presence was an equally nude Jessica. The blonde rolled over and murmured small, quiet sounds as Hannah moved about, but otherwise remained asleep. On the nightstand, someone had neatly laid out her glasses, phone, purse, and even her hair scrunchie. "See?" She thought to herself. "Nothing to worry about."
She reached for her phone to check the time, but the battery had died. She put her glasses on, trying to move gently so as not to disturb the sleeping Jessica, and studied the room further. Her cardigan neatly hung on a coat rack in the corner of a room. She recalled that most of her clothes, however, had been torn off in a prelude to last night's fuck fest. Hannah considered that she'd need to figure out a way to get home with being arrested for indecent exposure, but figured she'd have time enough to find a solution to that problem. Perhaps Jessica would be of some help when she woke up. Hannah smirked as she recognized the change her mentality. She probably should have been at least annoyed that her clothes had been destroyed--but, well, it was kind of fun to be stripped naked in front of so many people.
A mirrored closet was to Hannah's side of the bed. She studied herself in the mirror. Her make-up had been completely worn off, washed away by the sweat and sperm that had covered her face in the preceding hours. Her hair was a mess, framing her face and giving her an almost medusa-like appearance. She had expected her skin to bear the marks of last night's activities, in which she had been manhandled and groped by so many, but it was pristine and pale, apparently having recovered in the night. However, flecks of dried, white residue covered her body, a souvenir of the many torrents of cum which had splattered across her body. She spread her legs a bit, to survey the aftermath of her christening as a black cock slut. Her unruly bush also harbored white flecks of dried residue, and was matted to her skin. But she saw that her pussy, which had surely been stretched into a gaping hole last night, had closed up into a tight, tiny slit. She was a little puzzled by this--she wasn't sure how many gargantuan cocks had stuffed her last night, but it was certainly in the double digits. She thought this would have left more of a lasting mark.
Her meditations were interrupted by a rustling sound behind her. Jessica had woken up. She shook her head to chase away the last wisps of sleep and sat next to Hannah on the bed, also facing the mirror. "Good morning, sweetie!" she smiled. She placed her arm around her shoulder, and kissed her cheek, before looking into the mirror. She smiled widely at the image of the two of them, sitting side by, completely naked. Jessica had worn thicker makeup, and while much of it had worn off during the nights festivities, smeared vestiges remained. She shared Hannah's wild unkempt hairstyle, and her skin was also adorned with gobs of dried semen. Hannah had definitely seen that Jessica's cunt had been left gaping after being plundered by so many black cocks, but it closed up to a tight, pristine looking slit in the night.
"I'd say we look like two well-fucked whores!" Jess beamed. "Wouldn't you?"
Hannah nodded faintly, and then looked down to the reflection of their tight holes and frowned.
Jess began to laugh. "A woman's pussy is remarkably resilient! We push babies through those things! God, with how many black cocks I've taken in the past few years I'd hate to think what it'd look if it weren't...You're not disappointed are you?"
Hannah giggled. "No....I'm relieved actually. I was just surprised."
"There are exercises you'll want to do," Jess told her. "I'll send you a link. They'll improve your fucking skill too...although from what I saw last night, you're a natural born slut!"
Hannah beamed. "Last night was amazing...I never knew I could feel so wonderful..."
Jess grinned and placed both her hands on the redhead's shoulders. "So you're game to keep doing this?"
"Oh yes," Hannah nodded confidently. "I am a black cock slut for life!"
Jess hugged her tightly at the declaration. She then reached down for her purse, which lay on the floor by the side of the bed.
"Selfies?" she asked. Hannah rolled her eyes a bit, but nodded her agreement, thinking some nude pictures with the woman who had taught her the joys of black cock sex would be more fun that the typical social media fodder.
Jess pressed the side of her face against Hannah's so the too would fit in the same room. Hannah's pussy tingled a little as she inhaled the musk rolling of Jessica's body, a combination of faded perfume and sweat. Hannah realized her body likely had the same odor, and that a shower would be in order.
Jess held her phone up and snapped three photos of the naked pair. In the first, only Hannah and Jessica's faces could be seen. Their hair was a mess, and so was Jess' make up, but other than that, it looked like any picture two friends would take together. The second was zoomed out a bit more. It showed their bare shoulders and the very tops of the curves of their breasts. But it could've been taken at the beach, or the two could have been wearing tube tops (although anyone who had met Hannah before yesterday, without seeing her adventures of the previous night, would know that the girl would never wear such revealing attire).
