THE HANGOVER


I didn't wake up until after one in the afternoon.
And even by then I felt too dizzy to get out of bed
right away.

It had been a wild party last night. But as I looked
out over my apartment, it didn't really look too bad:
Lots of empty bottles, ashtrays that needed emptying
- and of course, the floor needed a thorough
cleaning. But nothing seemed to be broken or ruined.

God, I was thirsty.

I simply had to get up, if only for that reason. As I
sat up in bed, my head started spinning. I couldn't
even begin to estimate how much I had drunk the night
before. What the hell.

A few seconds later, I felt better and got out of
bed. I was naked. Nothing weird about that: All
summer, I sleep in the nude - I was more surprised
that I had even bothered to get undressed. Maybe I
hadn't been so drunk after all.

I walked out of the bedroom and through the living
room. Sure, it was a mess, but nothing I couldn't
handle. The only thing I didn't like to see was the
messy pile of cds in front of my stereo. That would
be the first thing I'd pick up.

I walked towards the kitchen, and that's when I saw
her: One girl hadn't made it home after the party,
and now lay sleeping, curled up on the couch. I
stopped to look at her. Strangely, I didn't remember
who she was. I knew I'd seen her at the party, but
hadn't talked to her. She must have been someone's
friend.

She was a pretty young thing - in her early twenties,
I'd say: Short, dark brown hair, a slender body and
cute, rounded breasts wrapped in a black t-shirt.
Without thinking, I touched my cock. It had swelled
slightly at the sight of the sleeping girl. I held my
cock in my hand and stroked it a few times, back and
forth, feeling it bulge and grow.

Then I stopped. What the hell was I thinking? She
could wake up any second - and then what would she
think? I wasn't some kind of leering pervert, jacking
off at the sight of a sleeping girl.

Or was I?

I headed towards the kitchen. Okay, so I had it in
me. But I could control it. I reached into the fridge
and got out a cold can of cola, popped it open and
drank. Whew, that was better. I rolled the cold can
across my forehead, and my headache subsided
slightly.

I took another sip of the cola and looked back at the
girl. No problem: I'd just let her sleep it off, and
when she woke up she'd say bye-bye and go home. But
it didn't look as if she'd wake up any time soon. I
had plenty of time to get dressed.

I finished the cola and looked around the kitchen. It
was a mess, all right - but nothing disturbing. You
know how they say that all parties end up in the
kitchen? Apparently, last night people had been too
busy dancing around the living room to go sit in the
kitchen.

By now, I was feeling okay. A little dizzy, a slight
headache. But I knew that a few more cans of cola and
one of Ahmet's kebabs from the shop next door would
make me feel a lot better.

I looked down at my cock. Oh yes, and one more thing:
A hangover always makes me horny.

Gently, I touched my cock. It felt warm and heavy. I
have a rather long cock, even when it's soft. And
when it's erect, it gets quite thick. Most girls seem
to like it. My ex-girlfriend couldn't stop telling
me, how "beautiful" she thought it was. That is,
until she didn't even want to look at it anymore.

The blood was pounding in my cock, and I watched it
jerk and bulge, growing semi-erect. I held it in my
fist, squeezing it. Yeah, that felt good. I was
getting more excited by the second.

I stroked my cock a few times. It grew harder and
harder, its bluish head swelling, as I felt the shaft
throbbing in my hand. Mmm, yeah...

There was no turning back now. I was too excited to
stop. I would have to jerk off, probably shooting my
load into the kitchen sink. And so what? I massaged
my cock slowly, feeling it stiffen and grow.
Breathing hard, I savored the sensations of pleasure,
masturbating until my cock was long and hard.

My head filled with scenes of lust: Girls I had
fucked, girls I had longed to fuck. Ahh, yes. I
imagined my cock sliding into the moist holes of
girls I'd known, supermodels, movie stars, every
desirable female I could think of.

I could almost hear them begging for my cock, as I
fucked them, slowly, teasing them, making them come
again and again. Oh, yeah. I stroked my cock faster,
as I imagined pulling out of a beautiful celebrity's
slit to let her watch me masturbate, while she
screamed at me, demanding to be fucked. Mmm...

Stroking my shaft vigorously, I felt my orgasm
approaching. Damn, it felt good. I slowed down,
wanting to enjoy the sensations for a bit longer.
Mmm, yeah...

But still, coming would feel good, too. And I could
always masturbate again later. I moved towards the
sink, pointing my rigid cock downward, getting ready
to shoot.

"Wow!"

I turned my head, and there she was: The girl had
woken up and stood in the doorway looking at me.

Shit.

I let go of my cock and, without thinking, turned to
face her. And, really - what could I do? Not only was
I naked, my cock was fully erect. I had been seconds
away from ejaculating, and now my tool pointed
straight at the girl, long and hard, twitching with
excitement.

'Wow', she'd said. 'Wow'? Really? Was that the best
she could think of? How about 'I'm sorry'?

I looked her over: Yes, she was pretty - with her
dark brown hair and her clear blue eyes wide open.
She had the breasts of a young girl: Round and firm -
they really looked good in that tight t-shirt. And
though she was about medium height, she had long,
slender legs in her flared jeans. Cute little thing,
all right.

And she just stood there, looking at me. I don't
know. I've never been in this situation before, but
you'd think that a girl that walks in on a strange
man masturbating would back off and leave.

Unless...

"Come here," I said.

I held my rigid cock in my hand. Mostly to keep it
from jerking and twitching, but also to show it off
to her. I wanted her to look at my cock, to see how
long and hard it was.

Slowly, she walked towards me. I don't know if I'd
really expected her to obey, but she did. She came
towards me slowly, hesitantly, and finally stood
right in front of me, staring at my erect cock.

"You like what you see?" I asked.

She nodded. "Mmm..."

It was a strange feeling - an exciting feeling - to
be standing, naked and aroused, in front of a young
girl I didn't even know. Fuck, it turned me on. I'd
been excited before, but now I was out of my mind
with lust.

"So - what do you want me to do?" I asked.

She didn't even look me in the eyes anymore - her
gaze was fixed on my cock.

"I don't know," she said.

"Oh, I think you do," I said.

Stroking my cock with one hand, I held her chin with
the other.

"Look at me," I said. "Do you want to watch me
masturbate? Is that it? You want me to jerk off in
front of you?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "Why not?"

I smiled, too.

"Say it," I ordered.

"I want to watch you masturbate," she whispered. "I
wanna watch you come."

I let go of her face and began stroking my cock,
laughing quietly.

"My, you are a naughty little thing, aren't you?" I
said, masturbating nice and slow, right in front of
her face.

Her eyes grew even wider, as she squatted down on the
floor, staring intently at my cock. I looked down at
her pretty face as I kept stroking myself,
rhythmically massaging my hard shaft, until the clear
liquid of lust trickled from the tip of the head.

"Is that good?" I asked, almost of breath. "Do you
like that?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Keep going. Shit, it's huge."

"Ahhh," I groaned. I was masturbating faster now. The
sensations of pleasure were almost unbearable.

"You wanna watch me come?" I grunted, stroking my
cock in a steady rhythm.

"Yeah," she whispered and lifted up her t-shirt,
exposing her breasts. "Come on my tits."

I gasped for breath at the sight. Her young, firm
breasts were lovely. And in my excited state I
thought they were the most beautiful breasts I'd ever
seen. Staring at them, I kept masturbating, feeling
my excitement grow. The head of my cock was bulging
madly, ready to ejaculate.

"God, I'm gonna come," I whispered hoarsely.

"Yes," she said, squeezing her breasts together. "Let
me have it."

I forced my bone-hard cock downwards, pointing it at
her breasts. I kept stroking the shaft, harder,
faster, feeling my climax approaching.

"Unh,unh," I grunted, in time with my strokes. "This
is fucking great."

She smiled, licking her lips nastily.

"Yeah," she purred. "Come on. Show me what that big
fat cock can do. Blow your load all over my tits."

Her sexy voice almost brought me over the edge.

"Uhhh," I yelled, masturbating feverishly, feeling
the pressure build up from my balls, up through the
shaft.

"Uhhh..."

I could have fainted. Jerking off, looking at her
lovely face, her shapely tits. Yeah. All I needed was
a few more strokes.

"Ahhh..."

I yelled like an animal. One more stroke - and I
came. Came as hard as I have ever come before.

"Oooh," she cooed.

The semen began squirting from my cock, long white
jets, spattering her breasts, as I cried out in
ecstasy. The girl stared at my cock, amazed at the
force and amount of my ejaculation.

"Yeeeaaah..."

Sperm pumping from my cock, I stood there, shooting
spurt after spurt across the young girl's breasts. I
clenched my swollen cock in my fist, feeling my
ejaculation decrease in force. One more squirt - and
another - and finally, the last few, thick drops
dripped from the tip onto her breasts.

"Mmm, yeah," she said, approvingly. "That felt good,
huh?"

"Fuck, yeah," I gasped. "Come here."

My legs were trembling, but I had to do it. I pulled
her up and lifted her up on the kitchen table,
resting her ass next to the sink.

"Oooh?" she gasped.

"Take your jeans off," I ordered.

Her breasts were glistening with globs of my white
sperm. She unbuttoned her jeans and quickly pulled
them off.

"Panties, too," I said. "I wanna see your pussy."

"Okaaay," she said, deftly pulling her panties off.
"You know what you like, don't you?"

"You bet," I gasped as I caught sight of her pretty,
young pussy - an inviting, pink slit, crowned with a
small tuft of dark brown hair.

I knelt down, spread her legs and let my tongue graze
her labia. She sighed deeply. I gently began licking
her pussy lips - up and down, up and down, making
them nice and wet. I felt her thighs trembling next
to my face.

Thirstily, I kissed her pussy, sucking at her tasty
crevice. I sucked rhythmically at her slit, massaging
her soft flesh with my lips.

"Oh God," she whispered, almost out of breath.

I forced my tongue into her slit, savoring the taste
of her wetness. This was one tasty young pussy.
Slurping loudly, I wriggled my tongue around the
insides of her flesh, drinking her spicy juice.

"Yeah," she gasped, "oh yeah."

I licked her as hard as I could. Moving my head back
and forth, I thrust my tongue into her cunt over and
over. She was wet now, really wet - and I heard her
helpless moans rising in pitch, as my tongue action
drove her closer and closer to orgasm.

Just as she was about to come, I pulled back.
Instead, I slipped two fingers into her dripping wet
slit.

"Are you coming?" I asked, sliding my fingers back
and forth in her soft, wet pussy.

She bit her lip, trembling.

"Yes," she whispered, eyes closed in ecstasy.
"Please... don't stop."

"Don't worry," I grinned. "I'll make you come so
hard, you'll never forget it."

I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. She whimpered in
protest. But instead I grabbed the shower attachment
that I use for washing dishes in the sink and turned
on the tap. As the warm gush of water hit her tender
pussy, she cried out loud.

"Aaahhh! Fuuuck!"

Trembling and kicking, she immediately had a violent
orgasm. I had to hold on to her hard to keep her from
falling off the table. But all the time I kept the
jet of water directly pointing at her cunt.

"Ohmigod!" she squealed. "Ohmigod! Aaahhh!"

She just seemed to keep on coming, crying out with
pleasure, as I slowly moved the jet in circles around
her flesh. Breathing deeply, she tried to compose
herself.

"Oh fuck!" she whispered, still trembling from her
powerful climax. "Oh fuck..."

I grinned at her, slowly sliding a finger into her
slit, as I kept the gushing shower aimed directly at
her cunt. She was gasping for breath now, her gaze
fixed on her own pussy. Finally, I saw her body
tensing up, as she muttered under her breath:

"I'm gonna come again. Fuck, I'm gonna come again."

She grabbed hold of my hand - the one holding the
shower - and pulled it towards her slit, as she came.

"Aaahhh!" she cried, gripping my wrist with all her
might. "Yesss!"

As I watched the struggling girl thrashing about on
my kitchen table, I felt my cock starting to swell.
Hot and throbbing, it began to grow and stiffen.
Soon, she would feel it inside her, long and hard,
pounding into her pussy. But first... I had to taste
her again.

Still showering her pussy, I put my head between her
thighs and licked at her labia. I tasted water, I
tasted soft, female flesh and the spicy flavor of her
juices. Wrapping my lips around her flesh, I sucked
away at her pussy, as the water gushed across my
face.

Slurping loudly, I licked her tender cunt, as the
water kept pouring over it. I swallowed mouthfuls of
water, savoring the faint taste of love juice. She
whimpered helplessly, as my thirsty tongue flickered
over her hot, drenched pussy lips.

"Oooh!" she cried.

My cock was now completely erect. I'd have loved to
lick her to yet another orgasm, but I was so excited
that I wanted to fuck her right then and there.

I stood up and turned off the tap. I noticed the girl
still had her t-shirt on, pulled up over her breasts.
Apart from that, she was naked, of course. She looked
at me, eyes open wide, watching as I stroked my long,
rigid cock.

"Mmm," she purred. "That thing sure is hard again..."

"Yeah," I said, massaging my hardened shaft. "And you
know what that means, don't you?"

She didn't answer - just pulled off her t-shirt and
threw it on the kitchen floor. Then she sat there
smiling cheekily at me. Damn, she was cute.

"Come here," I said, and grabbed her arm.

I pulled the girl down off the kitchen table and into
my living room. She stumbled after me, her legs
apparently still weak from her orgasms. I pulled up a
leather armchair and pushed her forward.

"Heeey!" she yelled, losing her balance.

She landed on her knees, her upper body bent over the
arm of the chair. She looked back over her shoulder
at me with mock annoyance.

"Be careful," she said. "I might break."

I looked at her, admiring her cute little round ass.
Noticing my glance, she wiggled it inviting at me. My
cock twitched at the sight.

"I don't hope you break that easily," I said, slowly
stroking my cock. "You're in for a rough ride."

"Mmm," she purred. "I like the sound of that."

I knelt down behind her ass and slowly slid a finger
into her juicy slit. I moved it back and forth a few
times, feeling the heat of her excited flesh. She was
incredibly wet, and my motions made her ass wiggle
again.

"Ah yeah," she whispered.

I kept going, slowly slipping my finger in and out,
in and out of her dripping cunt, teasing her. Her
body shivered.

"C'mon..." she whimpered impatiently. "Please. You
know what I want."

"No," I lied. "Tell me."

She sighed.

"For fuck's sake, you bastard," she said. "I want
your fucking cock. Get it? I want you to fuck me good
with that big, hard cock of yours."

I pulled my glistening finger out of her slit and
stood up.

"What?" she cried. "No. Don't stop. Fuck me!"

I pulled out a drawer in my desk and got my
handcuffs. I went back to the girl, and quickly
locked her hands behind her back. She gasped.

"Jesus!" she said. "You really are a kinky bastard,
aren't you?"

I knelt down behind her again, my cock now hard as
bone, twitching with desire. I grabbed it and aimed
it straight at her pussy. As she felt the head of my
cock touching her labia, she sighed.

I pushed forwards gently, feeling her flesh yield to
my erect tool. Inch by inch I drove it into her,
guiding my shaft into the soft wetness of her cunt.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Push it in. I want that thing
inside me!"

And finally, it was. I held still for a moment,
letting her feel the length and thickness of my
excited cock. Then I took a deep breath and pulled
back, almost all the way out of her pussy.

"Okay, baby," I sneered. "This is it."

Grabbing hold of her hair with one hand, I thrust
forward, impaling the handcuffed girl on my cock.

"Aaah!" she screamed. "Aaah!"

Again and again I plunged my shaft into her cunt with
deep, powerful strokes. I fucked her as hard as I
could, hearing her scream out loud with every thrust.

"Fuck! Yeah!" she shouted. "Give it to me hard!"

By now I was sweating from the strain. I felt
droplets of perspiration running down my face and my
body. My slippery cock pumped in and out of her juicy
cunt, and I felt her trembling as her orgasm
approached.

"Come for me," I commanded. "Now!"

And, incredibly, she did.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, jerking uncontrollably. "Fuck!
Yesss!"

As she shuddered in the throes of her climax, I
showed her no mercy, but kept on hammering my cock
into her in a hard, relentless rhythm.

"S-stop," she shuddered, yanking at the handcuffs.
"Please... I can't..."

"What?" I sneered, thrusting away. "Can't handle a
good fuck?"

"Oh, please," she gasped, out of breath. "Just wait a
second..."

Slowly, I slid my cock out of her moist, pink slit
and stood up. Just as well, I thought. I had been
just about to blow my load, too - and I didn't want
that. Not yet.

"You crazy bastard," the girl said. "You wanna kill
me with that thing?"

I didn't answer. Walking back to the desk, I opened
the drawer where I'd taken the handcuffs.

"Well," I finally said. "If you don't want my cock -
let's try this instead."

I pulled out a large latex vibrator and dangled it in
front of her face. She gasped. The thing was even
bigger than my cock.

"No!" she protested. "Don't! Please!"

Ignoring her cries, I knelt down behind her and
placed the tip of the toy against the mouth of her
cunt.

"You see," I said, "the cool thing is: Not only does
it fill out your pussy..."

I pushed the dildo deep into her wet flesh.

"Ohhh," she gasped.

"...it also stimulates you. And I think you need
that, don't you?"

I turned on the vibrator at the slowest speed. It
started buzzing, teasing the tender insides of the
girl's excited cunt. She shivered.

"Please," she gasped, "turn it off. I can't...
ahhh..."

And she came again. Hands cuffed behind her back, the
latex toy vibrating inside her pussy, she threw
herself against the arm of the chair, delirious with
pleasure. And I stood right next to her, watching,
stroking my hard, swollen cock.

"Oh God," she sobbed. "Make it stop!"

"Yeah," I said, masturbating at the sight. "That's
good, huh? Just the thing for a randy girl like you.
Makes you come really hard, doesn't it?"

She was shaking all over, yanking helplessly at the
handcuffs. She looked back at me, cheeks flushed,
eyes open wide.

"Please," she whimpered. "I'll do anything. Just take
that thing out... Oh, God!"

I couldn't believe it. Once again, she succumbed to
orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy, her body shaking
convulsively. The sight made me incredibly horny. My
cock was as hard as it had ever been, clear fluid
dripping from the tip onto my carpet.

I had to fuck her again. I pulled the vibrator out of
her slit and turned it off.

"Open your mouth," I said.

She obeyed, and I put the slippery wet dildo between
her lips.

"Mmmm!" she protested.

"Yeah," I said. "Like the taste of your own pussy,
don't you?"

Quickly, I unlocked the handcuffs. Then I pulled the
girl down from the chair, placing her on her back on
the soft carpet. I pulled her arms up over her head,
and quickly cuffed her again. Now she lay stretched
out on the floor, her cute breasts pointing their
erect nipples straight at me. I removed the vibrator
from her mouth.

"Spread your legs," I said.

She spread her legs wide, and I assumed the position
between them, guiding my erect cock towards her
slippery cunt.

"Yeah," she whispered, "fuck me again."

I sank my tool into her flesh, making her gasp. Then,
resting on my arms, I began fucking her. Slowly,
deliberately, I drove my cock in and out, in and out
of her wet, burning sex.

"Aaah," she cried.

I moved the entire length of my shaft into her with
each thrust, and then withdrew almost completely,
every time I pulled back. In and out, in and out.

Gradually, I increased the tempo, plunging into her
faster and faster. I could hardly breathe from strain
and excitement.

I was about to come. But I wanted to make her come
again. I thrust into her deep and hard, making her
cute breasts jiggle in time. She closed her eyes,
focusing on her growing sensations of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered frantically, "keep
fucking me. Make me come. I wanna come with that big
cock inside me. Yes! Yes!"

I could hardly hold out any longer. Thinking only of
my own pleasure, I plunged deep into her as hard as I
could: One, two, three... And then she came again.

"Aaahhh!" she cried, stretching out on the carpet,
pushing her pelvis against mine.

"I'm coming, too!" I cried, feeling my sperm forcing
its way up through my cock.

"Show me," she purred. "Squirt all over me."

At the height of my excitement, I pulled out.
Grabbing my cock in my fist, I felt my ejaculation
starting.

"Unnnhhh," I roared.

A long jet of semen shot out of my cock, splashed
across her body and hit her on the cheek. Another
spurt spattered across her breasts. Grunting and
masturbating, I kept coming, shooting hot creamy
spunk across the handcuffed girl's naked body, as she
lay there, still dazed and trembling from her last
orgasm.

I don't think I've ever spurted so much sperm before.
But finally, my climax subsided.

I was completely exhausted. I unlocked her handcuffs
and got two colas from the fridge, one for her, one
for me.

We sat there, naked, chatting, sipping our colas. Her
name was Melissa, and she was the friend of a
girlfriend of a friend of mine.

Later that night, she dressed up as a hooker, while I
dressed up as a policeman. Then we went down to the
parking lot, where I fucked her across the hood of a
car until she screamed.

I still see her once or twice a week. She's cute and
great fun to be with.

And of course, we fuck like animals.