The Wee Hours       

Accustomed to waking somewhat abraded and battered, early Friday morning was no different, except the laceration over his eye seemed to have opened back up and was tender. The room was still fairly dark and he was uncertain of the time. Reaching up, he touched the spot over his eye and winced before sitting up. Smacking his lips together he found he was both parched and in desperate need of a leak at the same time. Feeling around with his hands, he found the pair nestled him in amongst some delicate panties and situated him the night table beside the bed. He could hear what sounded like two people breathing deeply and presumed Miss Harwood had chosen to stay the night.

Yawning widely, eye stinging, he pushed himself up onto his feet, legs wobbly and the folds of fabric slippery under him. Looking around, he realized there was nothing for him to do his business in. Frowning, he cautiously approached the back edge of the nightstand and peed in the darkened space between it and the wall. Scratching his side, hit occurred to him he might be peeing over an electrical outlet and wondered if he could jolted.

The figure nearest him turned. “You awake?” Cassidy asked, voice somnolent.

Shaking his penis, “Um, yeah,” he replied, moving toward the edge beside the bed.

She chuckled, “How do you feel?” she inquired.

“Like I got hit by a train,” he remarked, flexing his shoulders, the analogy not too far off. “My eye sting a bit,” he ground.

“I think that happened when Katie was using you on the strap on in my ass,” she said languorously.

Tom nodded and rolled his eyes, though the gestures were lost in the dark, “Well that’s ass-tastic,” he mumbled.

Cassidy giggled, “It actually was, god I came so hard,” she shared.

“I take it you gave me a good and thorough cleaning before tucking me in for the night?” he inquired.

“Oh you were tucked in and in and in before we put you away wet and hung you out to dry,” she replied amusedly.

He did kind of feel like a wrung out dishcloth. “I just peed behind the nightstand,” he informed.

“What?” she asked, hand moving up to the switch on the light above Tom. Twisting the knob, she turned on the lamp.

Light stabbing his eyes, Tom raised an arm to shield himself from the light as Cassidy shuffled forward to verify Tom’s claim.

Katie rolled over, hair tussled and in disarray but still looking radiantly gorgeous in the feeble light from the bedside luminaire. “Hey sleepy head,” she murmured, grinning mischievously, draping a long arm over Cassidy’s naked flanks.

Nodding, he waved a hand watching the nurse stretch and peer at the space behind the night table. Leaning back she fixed him with a mild glower. “I can’t believe you peed there,” she stated, shaking her head.

“I can’t believe you didn’t leave something to pee in,” he replied.

“I’ve half mind to teach you a salty lesson,” she threatened.

“Been there, done that, overrated,” he answered, making a scrunched up face.

Slipping out from under Katie’s arm, Cassidy scowled and sat up, climbing out of bed and padding across the floor to the hall.

Miss Harwood lay on her side, smiling at him, magnificent breasts on display. “Come,” she invited, patting the bed with her hand before turning it over and beckoning him with an index finger.

Leaning forward, he looked over the edge. Moving back a few spaces, he took a running start and vault across the space, neatly rolling and coming back up to his feet in a fluid motion. Grinning impishly, he paused to take a bow before moving closer to the enormous woman.

Shifting her weight, Miss Harwood changed the position of her hand, bringing it to Tom and extending her index finger, gently caressing the front of his body.

Although her touch was feather soft, his raw skin was sensitive and he flinched slightly. Even so, he felt himself beginning to stir.

She too could feel him beginning to respond, “You like that do you?” she inquired, pulling her hand back and leaning forward so that her face was now close to him by her standard.

Tom glanced down at his hardening member before looking up at her, “He’s kind of got a mind of his own,” he replied.

“Come closer,” she invited, licking first her upper then her lower lip.

“Yes ma,am,” he said obliging her and taking a couple of steps closer. Near enough now, he could feel her exhalation and detect the scent in her breath.

She had to look over her cheeks to see him, tiny thing he was. Extending her tongue, she touched the tip to his chest, tracing it upward over his chin and across his face, tasting the faintest hint of salt off his skin as she retracted it into her mouth.

He knew she was being gentle, but still the force of her tongue moved him back a step, the pebble textured surface moving over his skin and leaving a warm moist trail in its passing.

Smiling, she shifted her weight again, head now almost directly over him, eyes on him the way a snake spies a mouse as she curled her thumb and forefinger around his feet and held him fast. Lowering her head, she opened her mouth, engulfing him and closing her plump lips around the lower portion of his legs. Slowly, she brought her head up, lips molding around his flesh before sliding her mouth back down.

Each successive stroke, Tom could feel himself getting more tumescent, like she was giving him head but using his whole body to do it. He was almost at the point of no return when the bed under him shook and he was completely inside her mouth and moving upward. Sprawled against her tongue, he jerked, balls emptying as he came directly on her tongue.

An appreciative noise rumbled up from her throat but he didn’t care, he just kept coming and then there was another tongue swirling around him as the two women shared a deep passionate kiss around him. Climax at an end, he was sucked into Cassidy mouth where she rolled him over her tongue before drooling him into her open palm.

Completely drained and weak in the knees, he dropped to all fours in the center of Cassidy’s hand. Grinning up at Miss Harwood, her expression playful as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. “That was one hell of a goodnight kiss,” he croaked.

Winking, she puckered her lips and blew him a kiss, “You will always be my teacher’s pet,” she purred.

Chuckling, Cassidy moved her hand near her face and gave Tom another kiss before setting him back on the nightstand. “Sleep tight little one,” she said, reaching up and turning off the light.