by Doris Joe
While I struggled to get up, I saw my 'Bitch Mother' sitting to the side, a hand on her breasts, watching the scene, her thighs rubbing together under that tight skirt. She had always been weird. Even as a kid, I knew she was a weird mother. I stopped calling her mother a long time ago. One of the naked men was standing next to her. She took his cock in her hand to stimulate it some more.
They made me stand up and bend over on the couch. I had my forearms on the headrest, one foot on the floor, one knee on the couch.
“Puppy-style!” the woman sang. She gave Dopey a pat on the ass after she had stroked him and gestured for him to come back to me. “So hot!” They went at me again, Grouchy first this time. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his manhood into my muffin and went at me like a dog in heat. I pictured a tail wagging behind him and laughed at that. Grouchy gave me an angry spank. I hoped he didn’t think I was laughing at his dick. Grandpa went around the sofa to stick his tongue into my smile. Grouchy pulled out quickly, not wanting to orgasm just yet. Hairy tried to get in but Dopey beat him to it. He pushed my back down a little so he could get his dick into my ass just right. He patted my ass cheek before sticking it in slowly.
“Aww, you like that?” he said to me as it slid in.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes…” I said, my voice trailing off.
“You love cock, don’t you, baby girl,” he said. That dopey face, though!
I closed my eyes and pictured my Lover saying this. “Ooh, yes, I love cock,” I replied.
“In your ass?”
Not really. “Yes, in my ass!” I screamed out. “Educate her some more, Bobby,” Grouchy said, scowling again. And Hairy/Bobby continued butt-fucking me for a while. Love it, I told myself. I loved it more when he inched out of me. The guys watched the cum come seeping back out of me. They made “ooh” sounds and nodded while they watched. They made me kneel in the middle of them. I was surrounded by hairy legs and erect cocks. It was a marathon of cock sucking at this point. I moved from one to the other, trying to get them all. Heaven, I told myself. I'm in slut heaven, with so many cocks and so little time. They all wanted to ejaculate at the same time, it seemed. I made Grandpa explode in my mouth. I looked up at them and purred, cum dripping from my mouth.
I scooped it up in my fingers and dripped it into my mouth. Ass-loving Hairy thankfully didn’t enter my mouth, instead just unloading onto my cheek and my lips. I gave a nice long, “Aah,” as it splashed over my face. I scraped the cum into my mouth.
The, “Mm's,” were coming out of me rapidly. So delicious, my face read. Nerdy wanted to pour his onto my flat chest. I leaned back. All over my little tits, it went. I spread it on me like it was skin cream. While I was doing that, Dopey was trying to ejaculate onto my hair, but nothing was coming out. He worked hard to get his cock hard enough.
Meanwhile, Grouchy grabbed a handful of my hair and made me turn to him. He jammed his cock into my mouth, pressing it hard inside me and holding it down my throat before pulling out and exploding, cum squirting onto my nose, my forehead. He held the cock near my face so I could lick up whatever cum was left.
Grandpa saw that my fingers were in my pussy as I tried to stimulate myself. He pushed my hand away and took over. He was clumsy, but I made like I was orgasming. Dopey was finally ready and rushed back over to me, hurrying to get to me in time. I pulled my head back and opened my mouth for him. Despite a loud, ferocious groan, he poured only half a teaspoon of his milk onto my tongue. He looked disappointed. But then an unexpected extra load shot out of him, hitting my face. I blinked and recoiled in time to protect my eyes. The men laughed. I smiled and said, “Wow.” Dopey proudly took his cum in his fingers and dipped it into my mouth.
Done with me, all of them except Grouchy dressed up quietly while I laid on the floor on my side, cum on my face and chest. Doc sauntered over to me. Some of the guys shook his hand, thanking him. He smiled at them and nodded but his eyes were on me. He undid his pants and knelt by me. He turned me over and spread my legs open. Grouchy sat on the sofa and looked on. The lady came and sat on his lap and stroked his cock to help him get it hard again.
Doc started rubbing his hands on my pussy. I looked everywhere except at him, but I could tell he was smiling. Then the asshole started fingering me. I started staring at Grouchy whose cock was getting hard again.
My relationship with Doc wasn't always so sour. When he was always hanging around the house, I thought he wanted that thing I still called my mom, but he was paying more attention to me. It was cute at first since I could make Mom jealous. We’d play footsie during dinner. He’d send me dirty text messages. He sent balloons, pizza and flowers to my school on my sixteenth birthday. Then he was in my room. It was an awkward start to our relationship.
But a year later it was so much fun. Picnics by the lake, trips around the city, romantic dinners at downtown Mexican restaurants, and fun, sneaky outdoor sex. I realized how easy I could get him to buy me whatever I wanted, too. That was such a great summer! I started calling him Daddy Warbucks, and then just Daddy.
He started calling me Material Girl after an old pop singer he liked. I looked up all that singer’s old songs and would sing them a lot to please him. He especially liked when I sang, “Like a Virgin.” I even went through a phase of dressing up and looking like an 80s punk girl with my pink hair and my neon tank tops. God, I miss those bracelets.
After the summer, manipulating him wasn’t so easy. I had to do more to get my shit. I had to kiss his friend, then blow his other friend, then spend a night in a hotel with one of his nasty friends who wanted me to pee on him, then fuck some creep in my own room who kept wanting me to hold my old teddy bear while we did it. I was so stupid I didn’t even realize till later those “friends” of his were paying him. It was even worse when I realized he was paying my mom. I broke up with him. I broke up with him from a romantic or emotional standpoint, I guess. But not sexually. Or financially, I lamented, getting back to reality as his familiar pencil dick entered me. I glanced up at him and he was grinning at me.
I rolled my eyes and laid back, focusing on Grouchy’s cock coming at my face as he came and squatted down over my head. My hands were on his thighs as I started devouring that cock like a delicious enchilada, really overdoing my moaning. Grouchy responded. He pressed it harder into my mouth and stroked my hair. He was mumbling again. I could make out, “dirty slut,” and, “take it.” When he pulled his cock out, my dirty, slutty body moved with him, wanting to take it some more. I licked his balls before I took them into my mouth. He grabbed his cock as it started to spill cum. I opened my mouth to catch the wonderful cum. It sprinkled over my face and I dropped my head on the wet mat and let it drip onto my face. He scowled at me as he moved to my side. I smiled at him, licking my lips. And then he kissed my dirty, slutty, glazed-up face—cum and all.
Doc was done and I didn’t even look at him. He shot his load onto my belly. I rolled my eyes again and got busy kissing Grouchy’s flaccid cock, which he tucked into my mouth again. Doc gave a little laugh as he got up.
Lee walked into the living room with a tray of beers for Doc and the guys. She was beaming like a simpleton. Grouchy still wasn’t done with me, cradling me as I sat up, scooping the glaze of cum off my face like icing on a cake and putting into my mouth. I sucked his finger while staring at his grimacing face. Grouchy talked low while the other guys chatted over their beers.
“Such a good little bitch…” he was whispering.
I nodded and kept sucking his finger.
He smiled at me finally. “You love all that cum?”
I nodded again and mumbled, “Mm-hm?”
“Say ‘ah’,” he ordered.
I opened my mouth to say it. He looked in my mouth, maybe checking to see if there was any cum left, before sticking his tongue into me to kiss me. He did it softer this time, gently. He had a handful of my hair in his fist. We kissed for a while. When we parted lips, he scowled at me again. He tightened h
is grip of my hair until it started to hurt a little. I whimpered. I licked and kissed him again and he loosened his grip. He pulled his arm away, letting me drop back onto the mat. He stood over me for a second before walking back to his clothes, grabbing a beer, and never looking at me again. After they had all gone, I spent the next hour in the tub, drifting away in a bath. Lee was knocking on the door.
“I’m busy,” I said to her, already annoyed.
She knocked again.
“Bitch! What do you want?”
“Don’t be mean,” she said. “You did great tonight.”
“You didn’t tell me it’d be five guys.”
“But you still did great. We made a lot today. Can I come in?”
“Whatever. No. Go away.”
“You need me massage you down there?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“When you off work again?” I sighed heavily. She wasn’t leaving me alone. It was getting to be a burden carrying the financial load for the two of us. I worked at the bar, went to school, and did this once a week. I lay there dreaming about moving out, getting out, and living someplace far away. California, I thought. No. Alaska. I smiled, getting into my headspace again.
“Donna?”
“Next week Saturday, you fucking bitch,” I finally answered her. “And I’m not fucking five guys again. Limit two, okay?”
“But you have three holes,” she said.
“Real funny. You want that many, you fuck them your own goddamn self. Now leave me alone.”
“Okay. There’s some dinner left. Good night, honey.” I laid back again and closed my eyes. Back to my special place. Good morning, everybody,” Karla greeted her guests brightly. She wore a torn T-shirt that extended only to her waist and a pair of pink panties. She had brushed her hair and applied a light pink lipstick. “Everybody sleep well?”
“I don’t know about sleeping,” Tanya replied. “It was a good night, though.”
“Alex?”
She grinned a little sheepishly. “Yeah. Good night.”
“I don’t need to check with you,” she said to Jasmine with a grin. “I know what kind of night you had.”
“You’re embarrassing everyone, Karla,” Kevin admonished.
“All right,” Karla said, not the least bit chagrined. “There’s coffee, tea, juice, and sodas in the bar. Everybody get your own.”
“We’re going to have to go over to the house,” Tanya announced.
“Whatever for?” Karla asked her as she poured hot coffee into a mug.
“I can’t spend the day wandering around wrapped in a towel.”
“You could go naked. Nobody would mind.”
“You’re not naked,” Tanya observed.
‘She’s not exactly demurely covered,” Kevin noted.
“But she is exquisite,” Tom chuckled. “Am I right, guys?”
There were general chuckles of agreement. “What’s the plan for today, anyway?” Kevin asked.
“Well,” Karla began, “I thought the girls would dress out the place for Halloween night while the guys went for a round of golf or something.”
“I don’t play golf,” Jeremy replied.
“I didn’t bring my clubs,” Ted added.
“Fine. I didn’t realize it would be such a challenge,” Karla said. “But, we’re going to decorate.”
“We could go to that titty bar down on Poplar,” Tom suggested. “I think it opens at eleven.”
“Don’t be an ass, Tom,” Tanya snapped. “You’ve got all that and more right here.”
“Just joking,” Tom sulked.
“My, my,” Karla said. “Aren’t we a sullen group? I thought this was going to be fun for everybody.”
“Kevin was right,” Alex replied. “I think we’re all a little embarrassed.”
“Really?” Karla said with disbelief. “All right. Show of hands. Who hated what happened last night.”
Nobody raised their hand.
“And who thinks their wife or girlfriend is a slutty whore because she got laid?”
Again, there was no movement.
“You need to get over yourselves,” Karla proclaimed. “I don’t know about you, but I had a great time. Anybody disappointed with the performance of their partner or partners?”
There was silence.
“Kevin,” she asked imperiously, “Do you still love me?” “Of course I do.”
“Jeremy, tell Jasmine you still love her.”
“I love you, Jazz.”
“Love you, too, baby.”
“Tom?”
“Sure. Love you, Tee.”
“I love you, too, Stud.”
“Alex and Ted are exempt, since they’re not a couple.”
“Well, I think you’re all awesome,” Ted chipped in.
That produced a round of easy laughter.
“Yeah,” Alex added. “I hope we’ll all continue to be friends.”
“Friends with benefits,” Tom chuckled.
“Got to love those benefits,” Kevin grinned.
“Maybe we’re all just a little tired and grumpy,” Tanya suggested. “Okay, okay,” Karla said. “Let’s do this, then. Everybody take a break, all right? Go home, take a nap, a shower, or whatever. Back here at, say, three for decorating? Oh, and the pajama party thing? Just bring or wear something comfortable to hang around in. We all know how sexy we are.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Tanya agreed.
“And we’ll send the guys out to the hardware warehouse while the girls decorate. They can spend hours roaming those aisles,” Karla concluded.
Tanya walked up to Jeremy as everybody was preparing to leave. “You didn’t have much to say,” she told him, resting her arms on his shoulders.
He shrugged. “It sounded okay to me. I mean, this is Jasmine’s thing.”
“No, it’s not, Jeremy. It’s my thing, too. Make sure you’re back around three this afternoon. I’m not done with you yet.”
“You serious?” he asked uneasily.
“Completely. I had a taste of it yesterday and I definitely want some more.” She kissed him lightly on the lips and turned to Jasmine.
“You make sure he comes back, all right?”
“Should I put the dog collar and leash on him for you?”
“You have one of those?”
“Oh, hell, yes! And when I hand the leash to you, he’s yours until you hand him off to somebody else.”
“Jazz!” Jeremy protested.
“I know,” Jasmine grinned. “It was supposed to be our little secret. He likes it, though, when I order him around.” Tanya smiled brightly. “I sort of noticed that last night.” She turned back to Jeremy. “Tonight, you’re mine.” She kissed him on the cheek and turned to Jasmine, wrapping her in a tight hug. “There’s more to you two than meets the eye, isn’t there?”
“Maybe a little,” Jasmine grinned. “Do you want me to take Ted with me?” Alex asked Karla. “No, darling. He and Kevin and I are going to change the sheets on the beds, collect the towels and put out fresh ones.”
“Let me help,” Alex suggested. “The four of us can get it done a lot quicker.”
“If you’d like,” Karla replied. “It would make it faster.”
“Anything else?”
“Not that I can think of. We’ll get started after everyone else leaves.”
+++
“Can we talk?” Alex asked Karla as they worked the bed in the master bedroom.
“Sure.”
“Okay. Uhm. First, this thing with Kevin?”
Karla nodded as she balled the sheet up. “What about it?”
“It was terrific, okay? I…Well, I don’t know why you did it, but I’m glad you did.”
“Okay.”
“So, why did you?”
“Oh, that’s easy. You had needs. He could supply them without the drama. So, it just seemed logical.”
“No, see, you don’t do logical.”
“Well, okay. It was co
nvenient?”
“Honey, wives don’t send their husbands off to screw unmarried women.”
“Well, I guess I’m not a typical wife. And Kevin isn’t a typical husband. We don’t have a typical marriage relationship, I guess.”
“See, that’s the thing. What the hell is your relationship? I mean, for anybody else, this is way, way over the top.”
Karla stopped and looked at her friend. “Is this going to be judgmental? Are you going to tell me that this is all wrong and I should be ashamed or something?”
“No, no! Not at all. I’m just…I guess I’m just trying to understand.”
“Who did you screw last night? I know Kevin, to start. But after that?”
“Tom.”
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes. But, this isn’t about me.”
“So you’re worried about me?”
“I’m just trying to understand.”
“Okay. Let me see if I can explain. Kevin is, let’s just say, a little different.”
“In what way?”
“He likes to watch me having sex, okay? He especially likes it when I have sex with other guys. He says it turns him on to watch.”
“Well, that raises a whole other batch of questions.”
“Go ahead.”
“Shouldn’t he want you to be, I don’t know, faithful to him?”
“I am faithful to him.” “Uh, not if your screwing other guys!” Karla chuckled. “I am faithful to Kevin in our relationship. We’re not cheating, not sneaking around to get laid, looking for love. We’re just screwing. When the screwing is done, we’re still together. We are faithful to one another. Kevin gets his thrill and I get laid. It works for us.”
“But then you send him to be with me.”
“He’s not sneaking off with you because he’s lacking something here. He’s offering a service. I know he’s coming home. He’s not looking for love with you.”
“And you trust him that much.”
“I do, Alex. In fact, I’m the one who had to push him into getting laid by other women.”
“You did that? I thought you guys were just swingers.”