I was half asleep when the bedroom door opened. I quickly looked around and saw a young woman standing in the doorway. I struggled to focus as she walked towards me.

“What…” I stammered.

“I’m Melissa,” she started, “Tiffany’s friend. I stayed over last night, slept in the spare room next door.” Tiffany was our daughter and obviously Melissa and her had been out for the night.

“Right,” I replied, “and what are you doing in here?” 

I could almost see through her one piece nightshirt; her tits jiggled as she walked towards me. Then I noticed that it only barely covered the top of her thighs.

“Breakfast!” she exclaimed.

I screwed my eyes up wondering what she meant. “Breakfast?” I questioned.

“Like I said, I stayed in the spare room last night. I could hear everything this morning. You and your wife seemed to have had a wonderful fuck. That is, if her moaning was anything to go by.”

I was a little taken aback by her brazenness. She was right though, we did have a great fuck.

“Look,” I said, “my wife or Tiffany could come in here any second.”

“Oh! No,” she replied, ”Tiffany’s almost comatose and your wife just left the house and drove off in the car. It’s just you and me…”

She was now standing close to the bed looking me in the eye. She placed her hands on her hips while I pulled myself up the bed a little and pulled the bedclothes with me.

“Thing is,” she said, “I was wondering whether you had anything left over.”

“What do you mean left over?” I asked.

“In that cock of yours,” she said.

I started shaking my head as I saw her lock her eyes onto the bed where my cock was.

“I don’t want you to fuck me or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she explained. “I just thought there would something that you would like to share with me.”

At that point Melissa sat down on the bed, almost next to my cock. It had twitched and grown a little, her words alone had done that. I was unsure as to whether I should jump out now and push her away or let things develop.

Melissa slipped her right hand under the sheets and slowly, sensually it made its way to my cock. She slipped it over my stomach and grasped the developing flesh. She then slipped her hand over its length and down onto my balls.

My cock grew rapidly from that point onward. I watched her intently as she grasped it once more and started to pull on it. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I really couldn’t. Soon, her hands were wanking my cock along its full length. She was pulling on it slowly while pursing her lips and licking them as she watched me.
“That’s a big cock,” she said, never taking her eyes from mine. ”I bet your balls are just as full as they were this morning?”

I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I’m going to find out how full they are,” she said.

I knew she was going to find out. I could feel the lust in her voice. I could feel how expertly she pulled on my cock, and I could feel my balls wanting to unload its spunk all over her hand.

Melissa started to pump faster, her hand travelling the full length of my cock. All I could hear was the thud, thud, thud of her hand as it hit the duvet on each upstroke.

I could see Melissa was breathing heavily with the exertion. She finally grasped my cock hard and really pulled on it.

“Cum for me,” she pleaded.

I was breathing heavily as well, my cock was full to overflowing with excitement. I could see her tits jiggle under her nightshirt and I could see a glimpse of her pussy below it. She moved slightly to stand next to the bed, half bent over it. She looked at me intently, pleading with me to let my spunk flow out of my cock. Her arse was peeking from under her shirt. Her hand and arm pumped my cock out of the sight of both of us.

I groaned. The smile on her face was a picture as my spunk shot from my cock, wetting the duvet and flowing down over her hand and onto my stomach.

She continued to pump my cock. Her hand tightened around it when she reached the head, squeezing out my spunk onto her hand and wrist. With her other hand she reached to lift the duvet. When the hand that wanked me emerged from the duvet it was covered in spunk. There were pools on it and my spunk was flowing slowly down her wrist.

“Wonderful!” she exclaimed.

I was mesmerised by her blatancy. I had let this college girl wank my cock and let her stare at the spunk all over her hand.

I was not prepared for her licking it off her hand. She seemed to relish it. Sucking the pools into her mouth and swallowing them down, then letting her tongue roll all over it before scooping it into her mouth. When she was finished, her hand was clean.

“I love spunk for breakfast,” she told me, smiling as she left the bedroom.

The door shut and I let out a big sigh. I looked around the room and shook my head in disbelief.

Her head popped back around the door.

“My manners are awful, but thank you,” she smirked as she left again.