Grunt and Grind: An MFM Romance

by Angela Blake

  My eyes grew wide and I quickly gulped down that one shot. My chest burned and I felt my head swirl yet again. I could already tell I was going to wake up to a massive headache and a slow-burn hangover. “Four of these just for me? Fuck, I’m going to get wasted.”

  “Ain’t that the point of coming here?” Luke pointed out right before he chugged down on his bottle.

  He was right. I did come here to get wasted and to wash my troubles away. Fuck school and those lame-ass professors. To hell with my boring classmates and dormitory buddies. I wanted to feel like a hot chick getting wasted and having the time of my life.

  Luke and Travis scooted in closer again, squeezing me in between even more. They got in so tight that there was practically no space for me to sit between them and I decided to just fuck it and I got up, sat back down but now on their lap.

  I leaned in and let Travis wrap his arms around my waist and I rested my shoulder on his muscle-bound chest. “Give me another shot.”

  “All right,” Travis answered. He then handed me another shot and said, “Let’s get the real party started.”

  Chapter Three

  Ring!

  What the fuck was that annoying sound? My eyes fluttered open and I slowly began to wake up to look around. I found it surprisingly difficult to just stay awake – my head was pounding with a really bad headache and I felt like I was going to vomit if I moved too abruptly.

  Wait a minute, where the heck was I? I quickly sat up and looked around –

  – holy shit I was in a hotel room and I was freaking naked. I looked to my left and I saw Luke lying down, asleep, and there was Travis on my right side. Did I just sleep with both these guys last night? What the fuck just happened?

  “T-Travis?” I whispered and poked his shoulder. He didn’t even budge. I looked over at Luke and he too was too deep in his slumber that it would probably take an army to wake either of them up.

  “This is fucking insane,” I told myself. “This is fucking crazy.”

  Well, what if we just got naked but were too drunk to actually have sex? I lifted the blanket just a bit and peeked underneath the fabric –

  – and saw their thick, long cocks. These boys were completely naked as well. “Oh fuck,” I whispered and tried hard to grasp the reality of the situation. I reached down between my legs and touched my pussy. I felt sore. I then peeked beneath the blanket once again and this time I noticed the kiss and bite marks all over my belly, my tits and my legs.

  “Fuck,” I exclaimed softly. Why couldn’t I remember anything? I just got drunk and slept with two guys at the same time but I couldn’t recall a single moment.

  By then the ringing sound stopped and I fumbled around the pillows until I found my phone tucked underneath the mattress. I took it and saw that there were new photos in the gallery. Curious and slightly panicked I went through the images but nothing seemed to give me more information than what I knew. There were pictures of me with Travis and Luke hanging out backstage, getting drunk, and there were a few shots of us hanging out with some of the other strippers, both male and female. I couldn’t recognize a single person. I must have been so damn drunk I can’t remember who any of these people are.

  I needed to get the fuck out of here. I gently and slowly began to slide my way out of the blanket and then crawled out of the bed, carefully making sure I would wake any of the two men. As I did my mind raced to the events last night but all I could remember was sitting in the backstage area, getting fondled while I rested on their lap, and drinking a few shots of that hard rum.

  How the fuck did we go from flirting in a bar to having a threesome in some random hotel room?

  “Shit,” I whispered and mumbled. My head was going to crack and I didn’t even know where the fuck I was. Then I remembered my car. “Fuck, did I leave my car?”

  I slowly began to get dressed and tried as hard as possible to be as quiet as I could. It was only when I was done putting my shirt back on did I realize one of my earrings was missing. To hell with it, I guess, I could always buy another pair.

  Luke suddenly shifted in bed and I froze as I waited and watched. Was he waking up? I could feel my heart beating faster. What was I going to do if he woke up?

  Fortunately for me, he just moved a bit, yawned and went back to bed as if nothing happened. In just a few more moments he was snoring quietly and Travis didn’t even seem to notice. They were completely passed out.

  I grabbed my phone, checked if my wallet and cards were still in my pocket and then exited the room.

  ***

  “Hi,” I greeted the girl at the reception desk. “Do you guys have a phone I could use? I need to call a cab.”

  “Oh hi, are you checking out?” she asked me. She seemed to be about roughly my age, a few inches taller and had perfect white teeth and a nice tan.

  I shook my head, “Uh technically I am but the guys I was with last night are still up there.”

  She checked on the computer and then after a few seconds got back to me. “Ah yes, I see the room was billed to a Mr. Luke Dennings. I’ll just ring him up later. As for the phone, yes ma’am we do have one it’s right over here.”

  The receptionist then walked me over to the desk and close to a podium filled with pamphlets and other paper ads. There was a single landline phone.

  “Here you go ma’am and thank you for staying at King’s.”

  I smiled and then pulled out my wallet. I had a calling card for one of those taxi companies for students. They said to use these cabs for emergencies and as far as I was concerned this was an emergency.

  Luckily, the guy I called knew where King’s Hotel was and also knew where the Drunken Stallion was. I simply waited five or so minutes before the cab was outside and I hopped in as quickly as I could. It wasn’t until I was inside and the car was moving that I let out a sigh of relief. I knew that at this point I was well away from both Luke and Travis.

  The hotel, it turns out, was just a few minutes away from the bar. I didn’t have to pay the cab that much but I still handed him a small tip for being so quick and so nice. He even offered to drive me back to the dorm once my business in the Stallion was done but I told him I had my car parked here somewhere.

  I checked my phone. It was still three in the afternoon. Was this kind of place open this early in the day?

  I pushed the doors and fortunately, they swung open. Inside it looked like a completely different establishment. It wasn’t as dark as last night, with dim yellow lights on here and there, and there were no strippers or musicians on the stage. Instead, there were just a few drivers and old patrons drinking beer and playing darts. I counted only six girls in the place and one of them was hiding underneath a table, giving an old guy a blowjob.

  “Hey, Lexie right?” someone called out to me.

  I turned and saw the young bartender. He was behind the counter but wasn’t in his uniform, instead dressed in a tight black shirt and jeans. I walked over and greeted him back, “Hey.”

  “Wow, you look wasted,” he told me. “Heck of a hang over?”

  “You tell me,” I answered and sat on a stool. “I don’t remember jack shit from last night.”

  He laughed and wagged a finger at me, “That’s what you get for drinking so many Spiked Devils last night.”

  “Spiked Devils?” I echoed with a frown on my face.

  “The house specialty,” he explained and then looked at me like I was an idiot. “Wow, that’s got to mean you really were fucked up last night. You kept saying ‘spiky devils and cocks’ all damn night.”

  I didn’t remember saying anything at all. “Did I leave here with Travis and Luke?”

  “Yep, right after you gave them a blowjob each backstage,” he replied as if it was nothing.

  “I did what?” I nearly screamed back. I had to take three deep breaths to compose myself and try to get a hold of the situation.

  He smiled and said, “Yeah, you were really g
ood at it too. Heard from one of the strippers, Marlene, that you even had a few things to teach them and they’re freaking experts at it. Oh, you did leave your car here. I got your keys.”

  That was a lot for my mind to digest. Wait, I just gave two guys a blowjob and I did it in front of a bunch of people?

  “Uh y-yeah, I’ll take those back now please,” I told him. I tried hard not to stutter and turned away a bit so he wouldn’t notice how red I was blushing. “I got to drive back to the dormitory and get back to school and shit.”

  The bartender handed me my keys and gave me a smile. I smiled back and then hurried out of the bar and to the parking lot. I sighed, both in relief and utter joy, when I saw my car was in the same spot as last night and it didn’t look like anyone tried to scratch it or break in.

  As soon as I sat down in the driver’s seat and locked the door I leaned back, held onto the steering wheel and laughed. “Holy fucking shit,” I said out loud. That was one heck of a night and it was just sad that I couldn’t remember anything – well, I couldn’t remember any of the fun stuff.

  With a smile, I turned the key and headed back to the campus.

  Chapter Four

  I felt warm… and moist. When I opened my mouth I felt something warm and thick slide passed my lips and it broke deep into my mouth. I was fed and I perked my head in closer and let the snake dig its way deeper into the further recesses of my throat. As it did I toyed with it, circling it with my tongue.

  As I did I felt another snake slide its way up my leg and towards the center of my hips, there where my womanhood laid bare and ready. It slithered ever so quickly and I felt its girth press against my flesh’s lips, trying to force its way through the gates and to part my walls in order to crawl deep inside of me.

  Before the second creature could thrust its way inside I opened my eyes and found myself staring into a pair of deep, dark brown eyes. When my eyes roamed to look around I discovered there just darkness and a dim light overhead, barely enough to enlighten me of my situation. There I was, staked between these two beautiful snakes, as one slithered into my mouth and the other tunneling its way into my soft and sore pussy.

  When the second one finally broke through the folds and I felt it pierce through my walls for the first time I let out a soft cry, a moan of pleasure that echoed all across the room and back. Yet when I moaned the snake in front dug only deeper through my mouth, slithering its way into the back. I would look up when it would pull out and I’d give it a tender kiss before looking up to gaze at those dark eyes monitoring me.

  I lost consciousness, allowing my mind and body to swim and float in that ocean of ecstasy. Our bodies swayed and I drowned in my sweat and the release of their bitter-sweet seed which spilled and showered all over me, in me and around me.

  I then opened my eyes and realized I was in my dormitory room, alone. I was on my bed, naked save for my underwear and had my hand buried deep under my panties. My fingers were toying with my womanhood, my index finger sliding between my soft and tender slit. I was warm, moist and my chest heaved with exhaustion and it was then that I realized I was out of breath and had already climaxed.

  “S-shit,” I whispered softly when I realized my bed sheet was soaked from my orgasm. I was lucky my roommate wasn’t around. Jenny could be a bitch at if she knew I literally fucked myself while sleeping I would be in for a rough time. There was one instance where I got home a little tipsy – not even drunk – and she made it a point to scold me about it for the two weeks that followed. Listening to her prattle on for thirty minutes every morning and evening was enough to drive me nuts.

  I got up, took a hot shower and quickly changed my bed sheet and blanket. I put on my pajamas and dumped the sheets into a washing machine. We had a whole laundry room in the dorm and there were only a few girls doing their laundry in an early Monday morning.

  As I sat there, waiting for my sheets to finish so I could dump them into the dryer, I began to think about the previous night and tried as hard as possible to piece together what I could recollect.

  I walked in, took a shot of Spiked Devils, met Travis and then went backstage to meet Luke. I drank a few more shots… and that’s where everything faded. Fuck!

  Wait… was my dream not a dream? Were those memories of last night? My mind traced back and I tried hard to recall who else I met while we were still there backstage. I flipped through the photos on my phone and tried to see if I could shake my brain enough to pick up some memories.

  There were photos where I was hanging out drinking shots with the female strippers. I even had a picture trying on one of their sexy outfits. There were photos of me sitting on Travis’ lap, facing him and giving him a deep, rough kiss and there was another photo where I was on Luke’s lap and he had his hands on my tits.

  Well, at least I knew I was being a flirty kitty even before they brought me to the hotel room. I knew I was a flirt even back in high school. I remembered sleeping with a random guy I met the first day I moved into the college campus. I guess I was just a really naughty girl and I got even flirtier every time I had to deal with serious problems. Some girls eat or shop when they’re depressed. I have sex.

  It was a whole hour by the time the sheets were done and dry. I carried them back to the dorm room and was relieved to find my roommate was still nowhere in sight. Maybe she still had classes. I never took the time to get familiar with her schedule. I knew I had a few classes too but I decided to just screw it and sleep in. I could just figure out what the heck I missed on Wednesday.

  However, despite all my efforts to relax and just spend the day watching movies on my laptop, my mind kept racing back to that Friday night and the shock I woke up on Saturday morning. My mind kept going back to the sight I found myself in when I woke up in that hotel room.

  God, those guys were hot. I had to admit that bit. Luke looked like one of those Prince Charming guys and Travis looked more like a dangerous bad-boy type of guy. They both were tall, both had bodies built like a Terminator and both had massive cocks.

  Kind of sad I can’t remember the sex. With massive meat rods like those I wished I could have recalled what it felt like. I even wondered how wild I might have been, being surrounded by two guys at the same time. It must have been fun.

  ***

  Throughout the week I tried to shove the images of Travis and Luke out of my head and tried really hard to focus back on school. Our exams were coming up and I needed to prove to my professors that I was still worth giving a chance. I had a lot of stuff to complete, projects that most of my classmates already finished last semester. I was always a little slow when it came to school stuff and this was starting to pile heavily on my back.

  Even with all that work to do and classes I had to chase and professors I had to plead with, my mind kept on winding back to Luke and Travis. At night I would wake up, exhausted and covered in sweat, only to discover I was again fingering myself and dreaming of what could have been our sexual encounter that one night.

  I had to be extra careful too, since Jenny was a light sleeper and I always feared that one night I’d wake up smelling like sex and find her just staring at me, accusing and judging me right then and there.

  By Friday night I was back in my room, exhausted from all the extra school work I had to finish just to get on the same page as everybody else when I decided I had to confront these thoughts. I had to face the root of it all – I had to talk to Luke and Travis again. I needed to know exactly what happened to me that night.

  If I had sex with them – which I knew was definitely likely since I woke up in bed with them – I wanted to know what it was like, what I did and how it felt. I wanted to do it again.

  Chapter Five

  Jenny just left the room to attend a poetry slam event in one of the campus cafes. In the back of my head, I felt like I wanted to go too but the heat between my legs and the knot forming in my gut told me I wanted to go back to the Drunken Stallion even more. I want
ed to see Luke and Travis again.

  I jumped out of the bed as soon as Jenny had left. I didn’t want to wait that long. I knew she wasn’t the kind of girl who’d stay out long, even on a Friday night, so I had to hurry to make sure she wouldn’t walk in on me getting ready to go to a damn strip club with cowboys.

  For this night out I wanted to make sure I wore something so damn hot that Travis and Luke would identify me and remember me the moment they spotted me in the crowd. I knew they probably slept with a dozen girls, being the hot macho men they were, so I made it a point that they’d recognize me.

  This time I put on a tight white mini-dress. It was really high, way above the knee and was. I felt slightly exposed wearing something like this but I guess that was the point. I let my hair fall loose and wore a nice silver necklace with a heart pendant that could draw eyes to my cleavage. I wanted to show off my legs too so I went with four-inch high heels.

  When I looked in the mirror I figured I needed to add more effects to my face. I didn’t want to overdo it though so I settled for glossy pink lipstick, blue eye shadow and just a touch of black eye liner and finally some blush to make my cheeks flush a bit.

  I looked like I was going to a damn dance club. I paused, looked into the mirror and wondered if I should just wear something more “country” like skinny jeans and a hanging shirt but I didn’t want to repeat my outfit from last week. I guess it didn’t matter; they’d probably still want to cup a feel the moment they saw me.

  “Fuck it,” I told myself. That was starting to become a personal motto. I grabbed my car keys, my wallet and my phone, tossed them into my hand purse and then headed out of the dorm. I kept my gaze down and tried to avoid eye contact with any of my school mates. I just rushed down the halls, out of the dormitory building and straight to the parking lot where my dinky old car was.

  As soon as I got in I let out a sigh and began my drive over to the Drunken Stallion. Throughout my time on the road, I kept on thinking what I’d say to them and what I’d do if they start bringing up the fact that I left them that morning without so much as a goodbye. I felt nervous and I could feel my heart beating fast when I realized they might bring up stuff that I now have no recollections of.