This is the morning after the night before, as posted in https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4z2e4a/post_university_shenanigans_in_the_company_of/

For those of you that don't want to read the details of the night before, I'll briefly summarize. House party post-university graduation, I spent the night teasing her pussy covertly while in the company of others and then when we went to bed, sharing a room with others who had crashed earlier in the night, she was so horny she wouldn't let me go to sleep until I'd fucked her.

The next morning, which was probably only 3 or so hours later since I'd fallen asleep from exhaustion, I awoke on my back to the sensation of something wet lightly teasing the head of my cock. I opened my eyes and it took me a couple of seconds to figure out where I was. Bewildered I lifted the duvet to be greeted with the sight of Jenny gazing up at me, her big blue eyes twinkling at me. My next reaction was to glance around the room, as I suddenly realised that when I fell asleep the room was filled with 5 other sleeping (?) people. Everybody else had discarded their belongings and gotten out. I could vaguely hear the sound of muffled speaking and the clink of cups. Breakfast, or at least coffee, it seems was the order of the day the far side of the bedroom door. My brain processed this as I turned my gaze back to Jenny. She was giggling a little.

"You don't think I'd be licking your springy dick like this if there were others in the room do you?", she snorted playfully. She preferred to refer to morning wood as springy dick for some reason. I went with it. Pointless to cause an argument over something like that, given that I was usually a beneficiary in that context. I responded with some comment about it not getting in her way the night before. She smirked and sucked my cock into her mouth, smacking her lips for added effect. She followed up with something about assuming I didn't want her to stop as she tugged on my balls, making my cock stand up vertically and pulse a couple of times.

Jenny had been a slow starter when it came to sex but she caught up rapidly once she got over the hump (if you'll excuse the pun). She had really made it a talent of hers to work my cock with her small, limber fingers. I still remember the feeling to this day that I would get as she first slobbered with her wet tongue and then make a ring with and slipped her thumb and index finger down over the head of my cock, gripping it under the rim. She would then rotate slowly so as to cause me the maximum sensation. She, of course, was well aware of the effect it had on me, aside from the fact that my legs were already twitching in rhythm with her gentle ministrations. One of the best and worst things she learned from me is how to tease effectively in order to build the pleasure slowly. Occasionally I would raise myself up on my elbows in a vain attempt to sit up. Each time she would find a way to cause me to flop back down on the pillow, groaning (or rather trying not to out of concern that I'd be heard outside the room). This she would achieve by sucking my cock roughly deep into her mouth or using one hands to grip and jerk the base while the other slid up and down around the head. She had some other trick with her tongue and fingers, which I could never quite figure out because she would only do it while her hair would obscure my view, but it always made my ass push into the mattress and my fingers grip the sheets as if my life depended upon it, the effect was so mind-blowing. As had become her wont, she would go with something for a brief period and then ease off, loosening her grip, or blowing on my cock before starting into something else, working on another part of my cock so that it felt like the sensations were really washing over me.

Unexpectedly, however, we heard footsteps from the other side as they approached the bedroom door. Jenny ripped the covers up over us both just as the door opened and a head popped in. I feigned being half asleep and turned my head in that direction as Keara asked if we wanted some breakfast. Jenny squeezed my cock hard in her hand at the sound of the word breakfast and I struggled to keep in a smile as I responded that we were just gonna snooze for a while longer. Keara's eyes drifted over the duvet, looking for any sign of Jenny but didn't say anything as she raised an eyebrow, half smirking, and closed the door over.

Jenny arose from under the duvet with a grin from ear to ear. Her hand still wrapped around my cock, stroking the base ever so slowly. I can see still in my minds eye the pained expression on her face as she proclaimed to me, these exact words: "I really fucking need your cock deep inside me NOW".

I made some remark about us needing to be really quiet because it's clear everyone was already suspicious of what was going on in here and I didn't want them to think we were abusing their hospitality. She responded how she couldn't give a fuck, that she was too wet and too turned on to care what anyone thought. This was a departure for her. She was usually so reserved about overt sexual behaviour unless we were on our own that I found it a turn on for her to be so blatant about it. She told me to get a condom as she walked over towards the door and put her ear against it. I'm not sure what she was hoping to achieve by doing that.

I followed her over after rolling on a condom. She bent over as I grabbed her hips, positioning myself between her swollen lips and sliding ever so slowly into her in one long thrust. She moaned when I bottomed out, my hips pressing against her ass. She reached her arms behind me and held me there momentarily. I started to rock gently against her, pulling back only very slightly so as to be able to feel her gripping the very base of my cock. She responded by clenching her muscles and pressing back against me. I commented that we should probably move back to the bed but she said no, if we stay here against the door we could stop anyone from getting in, say we are getting dressed and avoid getting caught. In my bewildered, hungover state that seemed like a good idea. In hindsight it makes no sense because it would have been hard to argue that we were naked beside the door when all our clothes were at the far side of the room.

Jenny slipped me out of her and got down on her hands and knees, looked back over her shoulder at me and asked, "What are you waiting for?" I didn't need any further encouragement. My cock was glistening with her juices and I watched as they pooled at the entrance to her deliciously tight pussy while I eased my way back into her again. This time I brought my hand around and beneath her so that I could play with her clit as I picked up a slow rhythm moving out and then all the way back into her. Her clit was immensely swollen and slippery from her juices leaking out of her wet hole. I kept up this pattern of slowly rotating my middle finger around her clit as my cock repeatedly glided in and out of her, her pussy getting tighter with each stroke as my cock throbbed harder and harder. This was also the first time that I observed another wonder of her pussy; that of her lips gripping me as I pulled out, stretching around my girth. (And no, I'm not trying to imply that I'm hung like a horse or anything closely resembling that.) It blew me away watching her lips truly envelop my veiny cock. I told her as much and she moaned appreciatively and gyrated her hips introducing new sensations to the whole episode.

We continued this for quite a long time, maybe 20 minutes, changing the tempo, moving positions slightly but still trying to be quiet, therefore not increasing our pace so much as to make too much noise. She dropped onto her elbows, her face resting in the palms of her hands giving me a completely different angle such that I felt the head of my cock grind against her cervix on each inward thrust. Her breathing had gotten ragged at this point and I finally realised the constant clenching of her pussy was as a result of her having an intense ongoing orgasm of some kind. This brought me to the edge and I found myself unable to avoid slamming into her as my orgasm rose from not only my balls but it seemed from every fibre of my being. It was a whirlwind and whether it was from the tiredness, or hangover or purely the orgasm, I felt dizzy afterwards.

When I regained my composure, I noticed that Jenny was quivering and taking deep breaths, her face still resting on her hands on the floor. I gripped her by her waist as my cock slid out of her, helping her up. She turned to me and gave me one of the most passionate kisses she had since I'd known her.

"That fucking rocked my fucking world."

I, of course, grinned like a cheshire cat (I assume that the stories are true and they grin excessively) and asked her if she actually came, or just came close.

"For about 5 minutes of that. It was like a whole body orgasm or something."

"Right then, there's a story for the family around the christmas tree this year," I laughed as we both dug our clothes out of our bags and prepared to face the rest of the household for some breakfast.

Morning after; hangover sex is the best.

Sorry if this story was hard to follow. I actually found it hard to concentrate as I brought to mind the experience. Even years later it's one that I remember vividly and it turns me on no end.