--Posted at 4:11pm on X/XX/20XX--
Good morning, afternoon, or evening, everyone. Despite my best interests, I'm sitting down chronicling my fucked-up life for you perverts again. Let me walk you through my day so far, yeah?
The life of a college student starts bright and early, as I'm sure most people old enough to read this shit will know. I get up around 8:00am every morning to make it to class at around 9:30, but it is almost always not enough time for me; you can probably guess why.
Wet dreams are pretty much an every-night guarantee for me, what with how full my balls get. Most people probably stop waking up with cum-stained sheets when their what, sixteen? Lucky me, though, because I still get to jizz in my sleep nine or ten times a night. Awesome. Usually I try to sleep with an extra-strength jumbo-size condom on to contain the multiple gallons of baby batter I'm blasting out in my sleep, else I completely wreck my bedsheets. In a household like mine, though, you tend to burn through the weekly supply of condoms awfully fast, so more often than not, I end up sleeping without one. When that's the case, I get to wake up covered just about head-to-toe in multiple layers of thick girl goo, the whole of my bed either still damp from recent releases or coated in dried loads from earlier in the night. This leaves me with pretty much no choice but to sleep naked; preventing myself from destroying any pairs of pajamas only reduces collateral ever so slightly, but it's the best I can do.
I must not have ve rubbed out enough yesterday, because last night was especially productive. I was jostled awake a few too many times by compulsory, full-body orgasms, but luckily enough orgasms like that knock you right the fuck back out. I was also fortunate enough to have one condom left in my weekly stash last night, so today I woke up pretty dry. Of course, when you cum as much as I do into one of those things, a good bit manages to leak back down your shaft, which usually only leaves my balls and inner thighs damp. Still, don't let that underscore how inconvenient it is to wake up with a two-and-a-half-gallon balloon of cum attached to you. Taking that off and getting it tied up is still a hassle, and I usually have no idea where to put them. Right now, I've probably got the past five- or six-nights' condom balloons just sitting next to my bed, taking up space. We leave them out with the trash, most of the time, and I'd have to hope that the local garbage men have gotten used to it at this point. I always see at least three other houses on the street with the same shit left out for them.
So, first order of business every morning, right after dealing with the previous night's jizz bag: morning wood. I wish it wasn't the case, but even after a night of wet dreams I still wake up to a rock-hard cock under my sheets. This morning was no different, and no morning ever is, unless something truly spectacular happens while I'm sleeping. After getting my cum-stuffed condom detached from me and adding it to my growing mid-week pile, I sat at the side of my bed and went to town. By now you've probably caught onto my tendency to try and keep my messes contained, so my preferred method of morning masturbation should come as no surprise.
Fully erect, my dick clocks in at somewhere around a foot and a half, and that makes it awfully easy to blow myself. It comes naturally, really; sitting up straight with a boner pointing straight up, my dickhead is almost right in front of my mouth. All I have to do is crane over a little bit, and into my mouth it goes. Now, I'm not so flexible as to get down any further than a few inches, but I get what I need out of it. The other bonus, obviously, is that my rod passes right through my cleavage on the way to my mouth, and that helps deal with morning wood right quick.
So right out of bed this morning, as with every other morning, I guided my fat dickhead into my mouth, bent over as to send it about an inch or two into my throat, and gave myself a good-old-fashioned titfuck. As much of a chore as it is, it's still one of the more straight-forward and enjoyable parts of my morning routine. Today I was at it for thirty minutes or so, which is probably ten minutes under the usual--like I said, I came a whole lot in my sleep last night. By the time my mast started to deflate, I'd orgasmed three times and swallowed every drop of it I could. It's an awful lot to take in, but the only surefire way to prevent getting drenched first thing in the morning. Understandably, though, it became a bit much during my third and most intense orgasm, so I pulled away and sprayed my face and tits with a hot layer of spunk--not too much that a quick shower couldn't wash it off, though.
The experience of walking out of your bedroom naked and with a fresh facial is one that most people who live with their families are probably not familiar with, but it happens just about every morning for me. I made my way down the upstairs hallway and towards the shower, but Cara was already at the door. Like me, she was naked head to toe. She wasn't covered in any cum, though; she was still wearing a condom, stretched out over a 20-inch boner and hanging in front of her fat-as-all-hell balls that swung between her legs with every step. Her condom was so overfilled that it was dragging across the floor, and I could plainly see that she was still actively cumming and blowing it up even more. It was probably just precum, but even that was enough to fill the rubber up.
"Jesus Christ," I said to her, "you better take that thing off before it fucking bursts."
"And what, spill a trail of cum all over the floor?"
"What? You do that shit every day."
She rolled her eyes at me as we both made our ways to the bathroom door. "At least I'm not walking around with cum on my tits," she said. When we got to be in front each other right outside the bathroom, she reached a hand over and took some cum from my face by swiping her finger over it, and then licked her finger clean. "That's some thick jizz, Vicky, you been taking care of yourself?" Her dick jolted suddenly, more precum being shot into her condom.
I brushed her off and opened up the bathroom door, making my way to the shower. Cara followed right behind me; it wasn't unusual for some of us to shower together, what with everything else we got up to. As I messed with the water controls, getting the shower turned on and set to a good temperature, Cara went to work taking off her condom and getting it tied up. She went back and left the overfilled rubber out in the hallway, out of the way of the bathroom. She'd deal with it later.
I hopped in the shower the without her, and she joined in when she came back; her dickhead was still dripping, and she didn't show any sign of losing her boner. I hardly ever saw Cara without a boner. Honest to God, that girl is hard more often than she isn't; I have no idea how she doesn't suffer from some crazy circulation issues. Maybe that's why she isn't the brightest girl, though, because all her blood is in her dick instead of her head.
I got to business getting my jizz cleaned off of me. I had most of it rinsed off by the time Cara got in the shower, but the residual stickiness required a more thorough cleaning. Cara worked on washing her hyper-erect donkey dick, rinsing of the lubricant from inside her condom with both hands, but that very quickly devolved into her jerking off. I groaned, knowing where this was going.
I didn't get the chance to protest with much more than a grunt before Cara turned me around and slid into my asshole. She got about half of her 16-inch length into me effortlessly, and I'm honestly embarrassed that I'm so used to her that I can take that without any lube. Most of our showers together end with Cara fucking me, but it's still annoying to put up with when I'm barely awake and trying to wash myself. I try not to let it stop me.
Cara got into a rhythm pretty quickly, thrusting at a slow enough pace as to not break my mind instantly and gradually getting more and more of her girth into me with each pump. All the while, though, I kept myself preoccupied by making my best effort at shampooing my hair. It's hard to keep your focus on that when your asshole is getting railed by a wrist-thick mass of girlmeat, but I have had a
