For a moment I thought Tongue Tied would rebel at his interference but he seemed to have given in and didn’t mind sharing me. He had now crouched over my face offering his huge monster cock for me to suck on. Huge was an understatement. It felt as long as an elephant trunk especially with me laying my back. Multitasking between two men was not so easy. The Watcher kept playing with my swollen clit as he fingered me and licked me while Tongue Tied pumped his massive, rock hard cock into my mouth. It was all together exhilarating and finding the right balance between the two was a challenge.
The Watcher must have gotten tired of the torture and wanted the real deal. My juices were all over his face and fingers and I was sure he wanted more than that. I felt him pull me closer to him and without warning he thrust deep into me. This move made Tongue Tied a bit shaky and he had to re adjust himself and chose to stop pumping his cock into my mouth.
I found it a bit relieving as he was making it really hard for me to breathe. The Watcher took this opportunity and began pushing harder and harder into me. He had only taken off his pants and I felt a sudden heat wave sweep over me as the fabric from our clothes generated heat.
I sat up and lifted my dress over my head so that I could feel more comfortable. Tongue Tied took this as an invitation and he slid behind me slowly and cautiously so as not to push The Watcher out and pulled me back to lie on his chest.
We were now all on the floor, Tongue Tied was beneath, and I laid in the middle as The Watcher lay on top of me. It was the perfect sandwich position.
Tongue Tied then directed his cock to my ass and I waited for him to make his entry. I had not engaged in anal sex in a long time and I shut my eyes as I felt him push deeper and further into me.
The two of them inside me made me feel filled up and I lay still as I waited for them to start pumping.
Tongue Tied was the one who went first and he moved slowly and stiffly at first as he tried to gain enough balance. The Watcher went next and they were soon both in unison. They thrust deep and very slow at first until they had their rhythm and then began picking up the pace.
I had never felt sex so good, so powerful. The sensations took me to a whole different world. I let out an ear splitting moan as I tried to express out loud what I felt and how good it was.
I think the pill that The Watcher gave me was beginning to kick in. I couldn’t feel my legs and a tingly sensation overwhelmed me and shook me to the very core. I let out yet another scream and my two sexual partners paused for a minute. My whole body shook and I could feel tremors rippling from the sole of my feet to the very last strand of my hair. I squirted all over the place and somehow commanded and attracted some attention from the other people at the party. My eyes were slightly closed but I could see a few people coming closer.
My eyes opened and indeed there were a few people who were naked, with drinks in their hands, who moved closer to us. Some of them raised their glasses in midair signaling approval, and I assume encouragement, and I smiled with pride.
I slapped the naked ass of The Watcher and cheered both men on.
“We have an audience Boys”, I yelled.
They both let out a chuckle before deciding on changing their positions. This time Tongue Tied came to the front and The Watcher moved to the back position. They picked up their rhythm easily and began pumping into me again and again.
I spotted a couple from the corner of my eye who started fondling each other as they watched us. A woman walked up to me and cupped my breasts in her hands before going ahead and pinching my nipples. She leaned closer to me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. She then looked deep into my watery, turned on eyes and kissed me a second time. This time the kiss had a second pill that she transferred from her mouth to mine.
She walked back to the man that she was with and took the liquor that he had held so firmly in his hand and took a sip from it. She indulged in it before taking yet another sip and walking over to me. The Watcher and Tongue Tied had now picked up a faster momentum and kissing the woman was not so easy. She nevertheless managed to pass the liquor into my mouth in the shaky rhythmic state that I was in.
I took it all in and accepted the taste of champagne in my mouth. It all felt heavenly. The rest of the couples who had come closer to watch us were equally turned on by us. I could tell by the way they were kissing and touching each other. Some were fucking while they watched us. We had managed to become an aphrodisiac to the strangers who surrounded us.
I could feel the effect of the second pill setting in. I felt as light as a feather and I could feel myself soar slowly to the roof and felt like the sky was within my reach. Tongue Tied was almost reaching his climax; I could feel him tighten his grip on my waist as he kept on pounding harder and faster into me.
He let out a long growl-like moan before slumping his weight on me and holding me in an even tighter embrace. He lingered for a moment longer and enjoyed his post orgasmic position before running his hands down my breasts and pinching my nipples. He pulled out and stretched his arms above his head and watched as The Watcher had his way with me.
One less cock felt more manageable and I loved how he took charge of the session. He pulled me to my feet and drew me closer to him. He then turned me around and bent me over before thrusting himself deep into my pussy and riding me hard. I could feel another orgasm creeping up on me and a slight tremor rippled throughout my body. I felt like I was in a totally different dimension as I exhaled into an orgasm, lubricating our session even more.
He seemed to enjoy seeing me in this state and he slapped my ass a few times while holding on to my hips as I had my little piece of heaven.
My climax seemed to have gotten him excited as he let out a loud moan and groan. He picked up his pace, slamming into me quick and hard and I could tell that he was on the verge of his orgasm. He pulled back my hair as he exploded deep into me. He let his weight rest down carelessly on my body for a few seconds before slapping me across my butt cheeks and pulling out.
I remained in the same position for a few more minutes, the sex was awesome but I felt sore and like I had just run a marathon. The crowd dispersed. I sprawled out on a cool leather couch and grinned, feeling light and rejuvenated. I knew I would be sore as hell tomorrow but this was worth every aching muscle.
I watched from a distance as another man walked over to me with a tray in his hand. He had a different mask on and I guessed it must have been one of the security people.
“Here you go”, he said and handed me some pills “These will make sure you are up and running in no time”.
I let out a grin and remembered what Tracy had said about the organizers of the party having thought of everything. My heart felt like it was pumping faster and I felt slightly dizzy.
“Thank you”, I muttered and accepted the pills from him. I popped them in my mouth immediately and downed it slowly with the cold chilly water that had also been placed on the tray.
“Are you driving home?” he went on to ask in a concerned voice. It was a bit bizarre talking to a person whose face was concealed behind a mask but at that time he was the only one in the room who made sense. My two sexual partners had both disappeared and I couldn’t track them among the sea of naked people who were still having sex.
I instantly loved the arrangement that the party offered. There was no way you could get attached to anyone after the sex nor was there a platform of getting the other person’s contact information.
“Yes I am” I answered meekly.
The drugs that he had given me seemed to have already started kicking in and I began to feel energized. I searched the vicinity for my red dress and slid it back on.
“In that case”, he said “You should take one more”.
He handed me another small white pill that I immediately popped in my mouth and slowly got to my feet. My legs felt fine and the room was still enough for me to glide across. The soreness between my legs was slowly decreasing.
“I will have someone escort you
to your car ma’am”, he said and I assumed that he must be the head of security.
I regained my composure and swiftly followed another man in the same kind of mask out of the room. There were sex noises still echoing in the air as I left and part of me envied them. I wished I could stay for more action and thrill but I had to be up bright and early the next day for work.
I followed the man out of the building with my mask still on. The exit looked different from when I had walked into the building and I wondered why that was the case. Probably because I was more sober and alert when I arrived. He led the way to my car and got the door for me.
“Are you sure you can drive?” he asked again as I got into the driver’s seat and looked around. I felt all right and my body felt energized. I threw a quick look at my reflection in the mirror and my eyes looked slightly watery but nevertheless fine.
“Yes thank you”, I answered.
“Have a good night ma’am”, he went on to say as he slammed the door to my car shut and waved slightly. He still had his mask on and I was left wondering what his face looked like.
“Thank you”, I managed to say and waved back at him.
I took off at a snail’s speed as I thought of how crazy and wild my night had been. I threw a quick glance at the digital clock on my dash and noticed that it was only midnight! It felt like I’d been in the club for hours! I felt my stomach growl with hunger and I let out a laugh. I would have to stop by a burger joint on my way home.
I looked at my reflection in the rear view mirror and broke out in a contended smile. Until next time…. It was good to be me.
THE END
Sister’s EX: My Bad Boy Secret
Jacqueline quietly closed the door to the guest room. Penelope’s room now, she corrected herself with a sigh. She walked down the stairs, back to the living room, picking up a forgotten sweater, Penelope’s discarded suitcase, a few paper plates that hadn’t been thrown away. The house was finally quiet after another draining day of mourners coming and going. Entering the kitchen, Jacqueline surveyed the disaster awaiting her there.
She shook off the exhaustion that was creeping in and started collecting the half empty glasses that littered the table. Hooking a glass in each finger, Jacqueline picked up four glasses in each hand and crossed the kitchen to the sink. Halfway there a glass slipped from her fingers, falling to the floor and splintering into tiny pieces on the tile. With a frustrated groan, Jacqueline set the rest on the counter and bent down and began to pick up the shards. It felt like this day was never going to end.
She reached for a piece that had skidded under the table only to pull back her hand in pain. She looked at the bright red blood erupting from a gash in her hand and felt her stomach start to roil. She hated blood. Jacqueline grabbed for the dish towel, only to see it covered in a sticky pink substance, remembering that Aunt Sylvia used it to clean up a jelly salad spill.
She pulled open the drawer where the clean ones were kept. It was empty. Jaqueline looked back to the pool of blood collecting in her hand, then back to the dirty towel. She recognized the feeling of tears gathering behind her eyes. The ones she’d repressed for days.
Jacqueline sank down to the floor, tears wetting her cheeks. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the past few days, or maybe it was burying her sister this afternoon, or maybe it was finding out that her niece was now her ward. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out and began to shake with uncontrollable sobs.
She and her sister hadn’t been close for years but Jacqueline mourned the loss of who her sister used to be. The sister she wanted to remember her as. She cried for her niece who lost her mother, and she cried for herself, left with one more of her sister’s messes to clean up.
Through the fog, the exhaustion, and the tears, Jacqueline heard the door. Someone else knocking. Someone else bringing a casserole, or flowers, or a half-hearted sympathetic smile. She didn’t want to talk to anyone else today. She didn’t want to hear one more person tell her how wonderful her sister was, all the while avoiding her eyes because they didn’t really believe what they were saying. Her sister was a junkie, and hadn’t been a wonderful person in years. There was no use hiding that fact. Lord knows her sister never did.
The knocking persisted, though, becoming louder, more obnoxious. As much as she wanted to just sit there and ignore whoever it was, she couldn’t tune out the sound. Jacqueline wiped her eyes on her sleeve and got up. She had forgotten about the cut on her hand, but was quickly reminded when she tried to use it to get up. Jacqueline winced and used her other hand to pull herself off the floor.
She took a minute to inspect the cut. It was deeper than she thought, blood still trickling out of it, and she had to shake the feeling of nausea that tore through her at the sight of it. Once she dealt with her visitor she would have to scrounge around for her first aid kit and see if she had a bandage big enough to cover it. But for now she grabbed the dirty dish towel, found the cleanest side, and pressed it into the cut.
Taking a few deep breaths on the way to the door, trying to pull herself together, Jacqueline unlocked the deadbolt. She had barely turned the knob when her guest pushed his way into the house. His jet black hair was swept to the side, his shirt only half buttoned. His face showed more than a decent amount of scruff. His eyes darted past Jacqueline and around the room.
When he didn’t see what he was looking for he began moving through the house. A normal person would have assumed it was an intruder and tried to call the police. To Jacqueline, who had spent too much time cleaning up after her sister, figured he was one of her junkie friends either coming to party or to crash here. A few had even come to mourn and tell her how totally bummed they were.
Even though he may not be a complete stranger, he still wasn’t welcome. Now that her sister wasn’t using Jacqueline’s house as a flophouse whenever she decided to blow into town, Jacqueline was no longer under any obligation to let all these losers into her house.
She followed him as he searched around the main floor, still not finding what he hoped for. Moving to the back of the house to the kitchen he stopped, pieces of glass crunching under his heavy black boots.
“If you’re looking for the free food, it’s gone. There’s nothing left for you here.”
He finally turned to her, his steel blue eyes piercing her. She had enough experience to know that he wasn’t high. That still didn’t make him any more welcome.
“I need for you to leave.” She said, exhausted.
“No.” His voice was rough, gravelly.
“No?” She tried to inject a little enthusiasm into her voice, but it just came out flat, matching her mood.
“Not until I know for sure. I heard some of the guys talking, but I didn’t believe them. I had to come here and see for myself.” He rambled.
“What?”
“Is she really dead?” He asked, not quietly like most people speak of the dead. His voice boomed.
“Yes. Her funeral was today.”
The mixture of emotions flashing across his face - pain, relief, guilt - was hard for Jacqueline to see, because she too struggled with those same feelings. What kind of person would be relieved to hear her sister died? It was a small bit of relief to see the same feelings reflected in someone else.
He paced the living room with big, heavy steps that shook the floor. Jaqueline felt bad for this man, really she did. He obviously knew her sister beyond just seeing the addiction, which was something most couldn’t see past, but Jacqueline was beyond comforting anyone else tonight. She sat on the couch and watched him, waiting for him to say something else or to leave. Finally he stopped pacing and looked down at Jacqueline.
“Did she kill herself?” He asked, those piercing eyes boring down on her. She shook her head. “Overdose then.” He said. It wasn’t a question.
“It was very tragic.” That was her standard comment to all those who came over to offer their sympathy, but this time it felt even more false than all the
others. If only she could muster up some lilt to her voice then maybe it would have come out more sincere.
“Bullshit. What was tragic was how she got herself there in the first place. She was a fucking idiot.”
Jacqueline’s eyebrows shot up. She supposed she should be offended or something, but it was hard to deny the truth. This man was curious to her and definitely no one she had seen around her sister before.
“How did you know her?”
He laughed, mirthless. “That’s a loaded question, isn’t it?”
“It is?”
“Who really knew her? How did you know her?” He asked, though it sounded more like an accusation.
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