#64
William’s eyes fluttered open to the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains. His head throbbed hard, like someone had slammed a door on it, and his body felt pinned down by warm skin pressing in from both sides.
He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the fog in his brain. And it didn’t take much to remember what happened before he fell asleep.
Last night had been a total mess. He’d ended up in bed with Yuka somehow, her tight pussy gripping his cock before he even figured out what was happening. Then Celestina woke up, pissed off, and grabbed her throat because she thought Yuka was forcing herself on him. Quite silly, if you think about it calmly, after all, he was the one who had done the forcing. But give it to this world; rather than it being his fault, it was he who had become the victim.
Even Yuka didn’t blame him at all.
To calm his sister down, William offered his body sincerely. It was a success, and they fucked a bunch to smooth things over.
After that, they both crashed, tangled up together.
That was hell of a night, though.
He turned his head, figuring he’d see Celestina beside him. But nope—instead, he saw Yuka sleeping on his right, arm draped over his chest. What’s even more unexpected was that a stranger was on his left side. A beautiful, huge woman he doesn’t know or recognize.
What the hell?
He lifted his head, scanning the room.
Finally, he found Celestina, but she wasn’t in bed. She was standing, glaring daggers at Christina, their older sister.
The two of them were locked in a stare-down.
What are they doing?
When did Christina get back?
William wondered in confusion.
Christina was his older sister. And last night, she was out partying while celebrating her friend’s birthday. And she is supposed to crash at Chloe’s house for the night.
… though he remembered her texting that she would come home and sleep with him. But that was forgotten after the intense sex with Yuka and Celestina.
…
Christina was standing at the foot of the bed, and she was naked too.
William could see her big tits swaying as she moved. Her hair was a wild mess, and she had that usual cocky smirk on her face, like she owned the place.
“What’s going on?” William croaked.
He tried to sit up straighter, but a soft body clung to his left arm, holding him down. He looked down and saw the redhead stranger draped over him.
She was curvy, with freckles scattered across her pale skin and chest. Her heavy tits pressed into his bicep, soft and warm, her hard nipples scraping against him. One thick leg was thrown over his thigh, and he could see a beautiful tattoo peeking from the dimple at the base of her spine—a delicate vine twisting downward, disappearing into the cleft.
He could not help but reach down and stroke that beautiful tattoo, causing the body beside him to tremble.
On his right, Yuka snored lightly, her slim body twisted in the sheets. Her small tits moved with each breath, and her hand rested on his balls, fingers loosely curled around them like she owned his sack. Fortunately, she was not gripping them hard.
Their physical strength is not a joke. They can bend a metal pole if they want, not to mention these mutants. Their physical abilities are off the charts.
One wrong squeeze in her sleep, and I’d be singing soprano for the rest of my life.
William shifted slightly, trying to ease her hand away without waking her.
The last thing he needed was Yuka’s superhuman grip clamping down in a sleepy reflex.
As he tugged gently, she stirred, her fingers twitching as if sensing the loss. William twisted his waist faster, dodging her grasp just in time. In the process, his morning wood—thick and insistent—swung free and smacked against the face of the woman nestled on his left.
Shit, he cursed inwardly, freezing as the impact registered. But before he could pull back, her lips parted in her sleep—or was she really asleep?—and she engulfed his cock in one smooth motion.
The woman’s mouth closed around the shaft, warm and wet, sucking gently like a baby nursing on a pacifier.
A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and William bit back a moan that threatened to escape loud enough to wake the whole room.
Damn, out of the fire and straight into heaven, he marveled, his hips bucking involuntarily.
The sensation was incredible—her tongue swirling lazily around the head, drawing him deeper with soft, rhythmic pulls. Is this woman really out cold? His hand instinctively landed on her head, fingers threading through her hair.
As if sensing he might push her away, her arms wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer so that he could feel her nails digging lightly into his skin.
Naturally, he had no intention of stopping her. Instead, he stroked her head encouragingly, murmuring, “C’mon, calm down. Don’t suck so hard—watch those teeth.”
Just as he’d hoped, the intense suction eased into a more teasing rhythm, and the occasional scrape of something sharp vanished. Her technique smoothed out, and her tongue is now gently sliding around his smooth bulb and rock-hard shaft.
She’s definitely awake, William realized, a grin tugging at his lips despite the pounding in his skull.
Hm? Suddenly, William moved the strands of her hair away from her beautiful face, and it was then that he finally recognized the woman.
Isn’t this the woman I was texting last night? Lena, right? Memories flooded back: the provocative pics she’d sent, her large breasts and ass, her wonderful and delicious pussy that Christina was lapping last night.
Christina did mention she’d be coming home with Lena to fuck me senseless.
But William, lost in his horniness, had sought out Celestina and forgot all about them. Well, accidentally fucking Yuka did take out all the important memories in an instant. But guess they found their way here anyway. Can’t say I’m complaining.
Lena hummed around his cock, her tongue wrapping around the sensitive bulb of his cock, before a wonderful sucking sensation that almost made his hips buck against her face, caught his nerves, sending sparks up his spine.
William moaned softly, the sound encouraging her as she moved her head closer, now right on top of his waist.
He reached down further, his hand finding one of her massive tits. His fingers sank into the soft, yielding flesh, squeezing lightly to feel the weight and give.
Wow, these are even bigger in person, he thought, his cock twitching in her mouth at the recollection of those photos from last night.
What cup size are they? DD? Bigger? Softer than Mom’s, that’s for sure. And fuck, they’re heavy, like they’re full to bursting.
He kneaded the mound, thumb brushing over her nipple, which hardened instantly under his touch. A faint dampness seeped from it, wetting his palm. Is that… milk? Holy shit, is she pregnant or something?
Can’t be. I mean, her stomach doesn’t seem bloated or pregnant-like…
But Lena wasn’t the only temptation pressing against him.
Yuka shifted in her sleep, her leg draping over his thigh, her hand now idly tracing circles on his hip. The room stretched out beyond them, and as William leaned back against the headboard for better leverage, he finally took in the full chaos.
It looked like a warzone of unbridled sex, clothes, and bodies strewn everywhere in the aftermath of whatever frenzy had unfolded while he was sleeping.
His gaze swept the floor first. Three other women lay passed out, completely naked and sprawled in the most awkward, erotic poses imaginable.
The blonde one lay face down, her round ass cheeks parted just enough to show her pink asshole winking in the light.
The brunette next to her had tattoos curling up her thighs, ending near her pussy. She was on her side, two fingers still shoved inside her wet folds, like she’d blacked out while fingering herself.
Then there was the Asian girl with short black hair snoring loudly, her mouth slack with drool pooling on the carpet beneath her cheek. Her average-sized tits flopped to one side, nipples dark and erect from the chill. Her legs splayed wide, exposing her trimmed bush.
The rest of the room was no better.
Panties lay twisted on the carpet like discarded flags of surrender, bras dangled from chair backs, and a single high heel teetered precariously by the door.
Empty bottles and red cups dotted the floor, some overturned with booze stains blooming like dark flowers on the rug.
And then the air.
The air hung thick with the stench of stale cum, sweat, and alcohol—heady and pungent, clinging to his skin and filling his nostrils with every breath. It wasn’t outright repulsive, but it was far from pleasant, a visceral reminder of the debauchery.
William’s head spun as he tried to connect the dots.
He recognized a couple of the floor sleepers. The blonde should be Chloe. The brunette, Maya, was the pretty woman who had a tattoo. The Asian one was the pretty Sarah.
“…just look what you fucking did to my room!!”
As he was thinking, he heard Celestina raise her voice. “It now looks like a fucking pigsty!”
He turned his head and returned his attention to his sisters. They are still having a showdown, with neither of them backing down.
William could understand his younger sister’s rage completely.
Waking up to a crowd of naked, drunk-wasted women sprawled across her floor, her bed sheets stained with god-knows-what—it was a nightmare.
There were only a couple of bottles visible, but the combined reek of cum, booze, and sweat was a brutal morning alarm. Thick and cloying, it made his own head spin anew. Not stinky exactly, but damn, it’s potent. And yeah, a lot of that’s my doing. Can’t exactly point fingers.
He glanced down at the two women still attached to him.
Yuka looked almost innocent in repose, her slim body curled trustingly against his side, small tits pressed to his arm. Lena, though—she was temptation incarnate.
Her mouth worked his cock with quiet enthusiasm. William thought she would be losing herself and suck him wildly, but not only was she not moving her head, she even covered herself with a blanket as she suck him under the cover.
Although the feeling of her tongue wildly wrapping around the head of his cock while trying to shove all his length down her throat was mind-blowing, it looks as if she was not trying to grab anyone’s attention.
And I can guess why.
Is she scared of Tina?
Well, she did insert herself beside him, where Tina should have been sleeping.
Still, how amazing. The pictures she’d sent last night paled in comparison.
Her boobs were massive, heavy orbs that seemed smaller in pictures. And a thin trail of milk is leaking from her nipples, darkening the mattress. No wonder Tina’s pissed, William mused. Anyone would freak if they found their room—and bed—ruined by strangers.
Does she think it’s beer or something?
For me, being bathed in breast milk sounds like a dream, but in this world, women might see it as some other girl’s load. If it were in my previous world… Agh, just imagining my bed soaked in another man’s cum… devastating.
He squeezed her tit harder, milking a fresh bead of liquid that trickled down her skin. She moaned around him, the vibration humming through his shaft, urging him closer to the edge.
William’s attention snapped back to the doorway as the argument escalated, the sharp voices of his sisters cutting through the lingering haze of pleasure from Lena’s mouth.
Celestina stomped forward, her bare feet slapping against the carpet as she kicked aside a stray bra that had somehow ended up near the threshold.
The lacy thing flew through the air like a discarded bird, landing on Maya’s tattooed thigh with a soft thud.
Celestina’s face was a storm cloud, her eyes blazing as she whirled on Christina.
“You think this is funny? Look at this fucking mess! My room’s trashed because of you and your slutty parade!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls cluttered with empty cups and crumpled clothes.
Oh boy, here we go, William thought, his cock still throbbing from Lena’s interrupted suction, slick with her saliva and pulsing in the cool air.
Suddenly, Celestina’s tirade halted mid-rant. She turned her glare on him, her expression shifting from fury to surprise.
“Will? You’re awake,” she said, her raised voice noticeably softer, almost hesitant, as if she’d forgotten he was there for a moment, and just remembered.
“Yeah,” William replied, forcing a casual tone even as Lena’s warm breath ghosted over his exposed shaft. “Hard not to when you’re arguing that loud.”
Celestina grimaced, rubbing her temple as if the noise was giving her a headache too. Then her eyes narrowed back at Christina.
“Sorry. But it’s her fucking fault. Just look what she and her friends did to my room! They turned it into a goddamn pigsty!”
She gestured wildly at the floor, where Chloe’s blonde hair fanned out like a halo around her ass-up position, the pink ring of her asshole still visible between parted cheeks, glistening faintly from whatever remnants of lube or cum lingered there.
Christina rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms under her ample chest, which strained against her tank top. She ignored her sister and turned to her brother.
“Will, good morning~”
