In the morning you were still in the latex mummy suit, your dick still hard and pumping out load after load. The orgasm had practically melted your mind and you couldn't hear with the hood on the way it is. So you didn't hear Story when he got up and started to do the next bondage art. However it proved not to matter as the bondage art passes over you with no effect. Storyteller grinning because this meant that you had never taken the life of someone with your own blood. A sort of test bondage art that would've ended very badly for you if you had. However you hadn't! And Storyteller couldn't be more pleased as he was soon on his knees beside you and running his tongue over your cum covered shaft. You groan in ecstasy since you had been waiting all night for a touch. However your mind was still warped from what had happened through the night. All you could think about was sex and you were beginning to move your hips up and down to rub your shaft against his tongue. You needed the touch so badly, so deeply; you couldn't think of anything else. If you could your tongue would be hanging out from your mouth like a dog right now. Humping the air you can feel his mouth moving up and down your shaft now and his hands. Fuck you wanted more! You wanted to rape all his holes, fuck him until he was nothing more than a sputtering cum slut. You wanted to get him drunk on your spooge! You practically howl and strain at the mummy suit desperately trying to get free so you can ravage the boy properly.
Then you can feel it, although you wish you could see it; but you could feel Story moving your swollen engorged appendage downward and aiming it his hole. You desperately try to move your hips, bouncing at it; trying to jab yourself into it. You don't care about the morality or the romance right now, all your brain can think about is pure fuck. All you want to do is fuck him senseless, you can't seem to let your grip go on the urge. When he pushes back on one of your jabs you can feel your big cock penetrate him now. That tight little hole you hadn't even realized just how desperately you had missed it. You suddenly know how much you have been longing for it all night. You had only been able to think about this hole, this boy, this fuck chute that you were feeling inch after inch sinking into that wonderful delicious little fuck tunnel. You were drooling underneath your mask as you continue to hump away. The boy only close enough for you to get a good six or so inches in and four out without your head popping all the way out. You mewl and whimper for more and the boy begins to oblige. He's pushing back and letting more of you sink into his hole. Panting as you continue to fuck him desperately wishing you were free to rut him as you wish you could. However this is enough, you fuck him like a rapid hound. Although you can't move very much wrapped up as you are; you still manage to do the best you can with what you have.