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In the Wee Hours

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I awoke with a start. Rolling over to check the clock, I saw that it was only four in the morning. Soft, steady breathing from beside me told me I had company but I wasn’t sure who it actually was. There had been two women in the room with me when I dozed off and it was too dark to see clearly which one was still there. For a while, I lay there trying to lull myself back to sleep. For reasons I was not entirely sure of, though, I was too awake. I thought about trying to awaken my companion for an early morning fuck but decided to let her sleep. Instead, I eased myself out of bed and crept from the room, quietly closing the door behind me. In my den, the busty blonde I knew as Angel was sleeping naked on the futon so I knew that my sleeping companion must have been Lee, the Korean who had joined us. I smiled a little at the memory of the two of them making out on top of me before sharing my cock. I closed that door, too, so my nocturnal peregrinations would not disturb Angel’s sleep. The other bedrooms were already closed so I figured my housemates had company or were sleeping off the night’s drinking and etimesgut escort sex. I found my clothing in the living room and pulled on briefs and a t-shirt. It was warm even that early so I didn’t need more. The room was a mess but at least there was no one sleeping there. My middle-aged neighbour Cassie and some toy boy had been going at it on the couch when the girls and I moved our threesome into the bedroom but they were gone. Maybe they had gone to Cassie’s place for the rest of the night. Settling into the armchair where Angel had given me head to get things started, I tried to relax. After a small but rather raucous party turned orgy, you would think I would be exhausted and sleep like a baby. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work out that way. A noise from the kitchen made me jump a little. I looked over and realized a light was on, probably just the little one over the stove. Getting up, I walked over, wondering who else was up at this hour. Peering into the kitchen, I saw a young woman seated at the kitchen table in a tank top. Her brown hair hung loose and messy eryaman escort around her shoulders. She had rather nice, full breasts that stretched the top a bit. A bowl of cereal and a steaming mug sat in front of her. The woman looked familiar but I couldn’t recall a name. Presumably, she was a party guest who had stayed the night but I thought I knew everyone who had come. “Hi,” I said tentatively, “You up early, too, eh.” She looked up and smiled. Big brown eyes gleamed in the light. The woman was pretty; very pretty. I had no idea why I could not put a name on her. “Yeah,” my guest answered in a sweet, soft accent, perhaps Scots, “I woke up on the floor in one of the bedrooms and couldn’t find a better place to sleep. The bed was full.” “On the floor?” The woman shrugged and grinned. “I guess I was pretty shagged and dozed off where I lay,” she said with a laugh, “There were two guys in the bed. And another woman. I think I had sex with all of them at some point.” I joined her laughter with my own. “My name is Peter. You?” “Sandy. I came with Bill MacKenzie.” A mental sincan escort light went on in my brain. Bill, a buddy of mine from the university, had introduced us when they arrived. “Nice to meet you, Sandy. What did you think?” “It was wild,” she answered, “I’ve never been to a party like that before.” “Is that good or bad? It’s not my first orgy but it is the first I’ve hosted.” “Good. Very good.” As we chatted, I dug out a tea bag and poured hot water from the kettle into a cup. “Do these parties happen often?” Sandy asked. “Not really. It seems to be every couple months or so but there’s no defined schedule. You want to come again?” “I always want to come,” she answered with a flirty raise of her eyebrows, “I’m a bit of a nympho that way, I guess.” Suddenly, as I digested her lewd wordplay, I noticed that her gaze had fallen to the bulge in my briefs. The bulge had grown noticeably as we talked due to some rather lascivious thoughts I was having about her. In particular, I had noticed the stiff buds of her nips pushing up against the thin fabric of her top and was contemplating how they would feel in my fingers or mouth. “Guess a party like this would be great for you, then,” I responded. “It is. I’m thinking you like it, too,” she said back. I don’t think either of us was talking about the previous night anymore. My cock was swelling and stiffening, well beyond my control at this point.

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