"I ... don't ... dance really"

"I know..."

"I mean, it's not difficult to guess that about you."

"But ... you don't know me, I don't know you. I'll be gone from this city in less than 24 hours ... You can be anyone you want tonight."

He looked puzzled but smiled and said "let's eat first."

While we were having dinner, I took a long hard look at this man who agreed to not to be himself tonight. He was kind and fun, he was a good date, he was what you can expect from a date. But not what I wanted from a date that night...

After all the shots and drinks, I don't know which one of us was more embarrassed... Me for constantly rubbing my ass on his cock while dancing or him because that wasn't him at all and he was so good at not being himself...

There's a strange comfort in being with someone you have no obligation to. There's a strange satisfaction in going to the parking lot and sucking his cock on my knees. Being drunk just enough to know what you're doing but you just don't care. Getting fucked in the back of his car while he calls me a cheap whore. I could be a whore and he wouldn't know...

He shoved his fingers in my mouth telling me what a dirty slut I am for letting a stranger fuck me in the back of his car. Such a whore for turning him on all night rubbing my ass. It was my fault that my holes were gonna hurt for days. It was my fault that I turned him into an animal so he had to do this. I'm not scared of the truth. I'm turned on by the truth. And embarrassed that he knows how much truth turns me on. My dripping wet pussy, shaking legs and the noises... I give it away so easily.

Sun was going up when we were done. We laid down tired for a while then he drove me home, I didn't ask him to come up for breakfast, he didn't ask if I was going to visit again. It was too late to go back to the first hours of our date. We exposed way too much, we were two strangers who knew way too much about each other.

I deleted his number when I was on the plane but I could still remember the taste of his cum.

I sat up and chuckled, shaking my head. “Look what the cat dragged in, Kristi” I said in a throaty whisper. “Whatever should we do?”

“I have a few ideas,” she said. She then pointed to the chairs set not far from the end of the bed. “Sit!” she commanded them. She then pulled herself up onto the bed, removed her lacy bra and panties, sliding them off with practiced ease and confidence. “Boys, you may watch, but you are not to touch yourselves or cum. If you do either without our permission, you will be kicked out,” she declared, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Come here,” she said to me, beckoning me with her finger.

Once I settled and my breathing returned to normal, she pulled me up and whispered in my ear, “Should we make the guys pay for coming in uninvited?”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” I said, brushing my lips across hers.

“All three of you have to do exactly what I say, when I say it, or boys, you go packing, understand?” Kristi said with a stern tone. All three of us nodded our consent.

"Good girl." She turned to the boys. "Now, you two. Strip." They couldn't get their clothes off fast enough. Staring at their swollen members and the wetness dripping from their purple, blood swollen heads, she smirked and said, "Hmmmm. You two need to suck the precum I see dribbling off each other's dicks."

"Um," Viktor started to say.

"Don't fuck this up dude, you heard the rules!" Sebastian said. And without hesitating he got down on his knees and starting blowing Viktor. I bit my lip and watched—it was so fucking hot in such a strange and unexpected way. I’d never seen two guys hook up before, and I noticed that Sebastian's cock got harder while he blew his friend, not softer. Sebastian appeared to have a good gag reflex, because he got almost all the way down to the base of Viktor's cock a few times.

"How's that feel, Viktor?"

Viktor hesitated to respond. Swallowed a few times. "It's actually really good. Jesus." As he said that, he ran a hand through Sebastian's hair and started breathing heavy. Then heavier, then finally he stepped back. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop."

Sebastian smiled. Shrugged. Then turned to Kristi. "I think I got it all off, Kristi."

"I think you did, too." Kristi turned to Viktor. "Your turn, cowboy."

"Um, all right. Fuck it, right?" he laughed nervously. Sebastian sat down in the chair and Viktor got down in front of him. He stroked Sebastian's cock a few times experimentally, then put it in his mouth. He bobbed up and down uncertainty, then got into a decent rhythm.

"That's it," Sebastian whispered. "That's good."

When Sebastian put his hands on the back of Viktor's head, I started fingering myself. I looked over at Kristi and saw she was doing the same thing. We both came close to orgasm at the sight of these two strong, stubborn men pleasuring one another orally. Once again, Viktor's cock stayed hard the entire time he was doing it.

Kristi let Viktor put about three minutes of work in, then called a stop.

"Viktor, lay on your back on the floor." She waited for him to obey. "Get on that dick while I watch."

I got on and slid down to the base of Viktor's cock. She bent down close to his face and kissed him. "I like watching you suck dick," she whispered, then kissed him again. He just grunted out a laugh and kissed her back. I began riding him cowgirl style without abandon, soaking wet and ready for release. Viktor bit his bottom lip, clenched his eyes shut, and grunted hard. I felt myself quickly approaching orgasm, and my muscles began to clench around Viktor’s throbbing member. His eyes flew open and, pleading for understanding, he threw me off him just as my climax began, then quickly brought his mouth down, sucking my clit while thrusting two fingers into my quivering hole as I came down from the high.

“Why did you do that?” I whispered to him.

“She said we couldn’t cum until she allowed it. If I hadn’t pulled you off me, I would have been out of here.”

Sebastian pouted, lower lip sticking out, stroking himself sulkily while still sitting in the chair. Kristi whipped her head around and snapped, “Stop! I told you I would put you out if you touched yourself. This is your only warning. And you know how I am when I get mad!” He stopped, opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it, sitting back. “You’ll get your turn shortly,” she chided.

"Good." Kristi pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat in it. "Now, get on the bed and spread your legs out."

I obeyed.

"Now, I want you two to take turns fucking her tight little cunt while I masturbate. Sebastian goes first."

I had to give them credit, the boys didn't hesitate. Sebastian rushed to the bed and slipped his cock into my waiting pussy. I was already so wet that he didn't have any trouble going in. He started moving in and out in a slow rhythm, putting his hands on my hips and squeezing. When he leaned in to kiss her, the weight of his body pressed down on me in the way that I was accustomed to. I moaned into his mouth and then when he pulled away, close to his own orgasm. I arched my back and moaned up at the ceiling.

“Sweet lovemaking doesn’t really do it for me. Viktor, stretch her out. Be rough with her," Kristi commanded, sitting on the chair as though it were her throne and we were her loyal subjects.

Sebastian pulled out of me, his dick covered in my juices. Viktor switched places with him. He flipped me over, pulled my waist up so I was positioned doggy-style. He situated the tip of his big cock between my lips, then grasped my hips and pushed himself in.

"Oh holy fuck," I said, wincing as his cock stretched my walls from the change of position. He pushed his length into me; I felt him reach the deepest point Sebastian and gotten to, then slide quickly past until my entire cunt was filled up.

"Wreck her, Viktor. I want her nice and loose when Sebastian puts his dick in her again."

Viktor shifted his weight and moved his hands to my shoulders, then he started banging me furiously. I thought he was going to tear me in half as he pumped in and out of me, grunting from the effort.

"Ow, ow, fuck that hurts so good!" I said.

"Don't stop!" Kristi yelled. "She can take it; keep fucking her!"

Viktor obeyed, and eventually the pain started moving towards a burning pleasure that consumed me from my asshole all the way to mybelly button.

"Oh," I moaned, feeling my skin flush. "Oh, I'm gonna cum again. That's gonna make me cum right fucking—"

"Pull out of her!" Kristi said.

When Viktor pulled his dick out I came, squirting on his thighs. I took deep, shuddering breaths; that had never happened before. Afterwards, the only sound was my panting and trying to catch my breath. I roll over onto my back again, gasping for air.

"Sebastian, your turn again. Choke her this time."

Sebastian and Viktor switched again and he slipped his dick into me and wrapped a hand around her throat. "Uh, sorry about this."

“No, you’re not. Just fucking do it,” I said savagely. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Sebastian squeezed down on my throat and started fucking me again, harder than the first time. For a while, I couldn't really feel him at all because of how much Viktor had stretched me out with his vigorous thrusting. I looked over at Kristi and saw that she'd stood up with her ass in the air and that Viktor was fucking her from behind now, pulling on her hair. Kristi looked like she was possessed—her big tits shaking back and forth while she made a low guttural noise in the back of her throat.

Sebastian squeezed my throat a little tighter. "Don't look at them, look at me, bitch."

When I looked back into his eyes, I saw a furious and angry boy with lust-filled eyes. My pussy tightened down on him. "That's it," he whispered. "That's it. This is what we all wanted.”

I raised my hands and squeezed his neck. “How do you like it, fucker?” His eyes rolled back in his head and he began thrusting harder and harder.

"Switch again!" Kristi called, staying in position so that Sebastian could come over and slip inside her from behind.

Viktor pushed inside of me roughly and fucked me again. She came again. They switched again. Eventually, I lost track of how many times they'd tag-teamed me but I stayed wet for them the entire time. It was so fucking hot—I'd fantasized about something like this before but never dreamed it would happen. When I'd cum for god-knows-what time, Kristi told them to stop.

"All right, boys, that's enough of that I think." She stood up from the chair and moved to the bed next to me, and stroked my hair a little. "So, should we give the guys some relief since we’re wearing their dicks raw?" she asked me.

They both nodded enthusiastically, but I shook my head. “No. Everyone kept me in the dark, and Sebastian threw a hissy fit last night, so he can wait.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “You heard her, guys. You’re gonna have to keep waiting.” They both groaned quietly, their cocks each throbbing with an intensity I had never seen before. I was beginning to appreciate the way Kristi had taken control of the situation and how she was torturing the boys.

I crawled on hands and knees to the other side of the bed and was grasped Viktor’s bulge, stroking him long and hard. I began sucking hungrily on him, then glanced over at Kristi. She made a show of putting Sebastian's straining cock in her mouth. Having been with him for years before, she knew exactly what he liked. It was as hard and big as I had ever seen it. I continued bobbing and slurping on Viktor while Kristi teased Sebastian's shaft and balls with gentle caresses of her fingertips, and quick lashes of her tongue. When she finally devoured his cock and sank it deep into her throat, Sebastian groaned and threw his head back. Kristi pushed herself so far that her lips brushed his balls. I had never been able to deep throat Sebastian before. Watching Sebastian's knees shake as though he might fall over, I felt a pang of inadequacy, fearing that Kristi was a better lover than she was. When Sebastian looked down again, the look of lustful bliss on his face changed my mind: even if there were things I couldn't do for him, I could give him the gift of letting him experience these things with Kristi, or maybe even other women while I was around. I found myself in competition with her, trying to elicit the same sounds from Viktor. I stopped and looked up at him, my hair draped across my face, and saw his head thrown back, eyes clamped shut. As I looked down, I saw his toes curled.

My pussy was dripping now, and needed some attention. I motioned for Sebastian to take advantage. He reluctantly disentangled himself from Kristi's ravenous mouth, and positioned himself at the end of the bed behind me, sliding in with no resistance. The feeling of a cock in my mouth and another in my pussy made me feel used and powerless and sexy and in control, all at the same time. My mind reeled from the sensations as my body simply did what felt right. Memories of the previous night flashed through my mind, with the added thrill of knowing there was another person in the room. As though she read my mind, Kristi began wiggling her way between my legs and Sebastian's to position her face directly underneath his cock pistoning in and out of my womanhood. I lowered my pelvis towards Kristi's face and shuddered as her tongue began to explore my clitoris, hungrily lapping up the juices now copiously dripping from my cunt. Kristi alternated between short flicks against my clit and long broad strokes that ran the length of Sebastian's balls and shaft. At one point, she even wriggled her tongue inside me along with his cock. Sebastian and I both groaned with pleasure.

But I was even further gone.

My world had shrunk to these two beautiful cocks inside her body, and one amazing tongue consuming my pussy. Skin tingling, my muscles moved of their own accord, and I began to moan and shake. Nothing existed outside these four bodies intertwined, two men and one woman all in service to my pleasure in this moment. My orgasm swelled quickly and inexorably; I screamed around the cock in my mouth, eyes rolled back, and a monstrous wave of ecstasy thundered across every nerve in my body. I collapsed sideways onto the bed, unable to continue fucking and sucking. I was seeing stars! I mumbled "Oh my god," watching as Kristi got on all fours to take my place in reverse, sucking on Sebastian while Viktor slipped into Kristi's pussy. From where I lay I watched Viktor's thick cock pulse as he pulled all the way out and his ass clench as he thrust it deep into her.

I watched Sebastian's face too, saw the look of intense pleasure on his face, the bead of sweat he often got on his forehead when he was fucking, and the wrinkle in his brow I recognized as his look of concentration when he was struggling not to cum too quickly. For a moment, my heart sank as I wondered if Kristi was better at blowjobs than me. But I looked up again at Sebastian's face: He smiled, winked, and blew me a kiss. My jealousy faded as I realized it didn't matter at all: Even if Kristi's blowjobs were better than mine, Sebastian wasn't going to leave me; he’d already left her. I found myself getting aroused again watching the three of them fucking, and knew it was up to me to take the next step.

"Kristi," I said sweetly, still panting from my climax, "turn around please: I want to lick you with Viktor while the boys DP me." All three of them turned to look at me in shock.

The idea raced through my brain, and I spoke quickly and sternly before I lost my nerve. “Viktor, lay here. Kristi, get your pussy over his face and let him begin licking you.” I gingerly lowered myself down onto Viktor’s awaiting cock. Kristi straddled above Viktor's face, her back to me, then bent over slightly so I had a view of her resplendent ass and soaking pussy.

"Sebastian, I think it's pretty clear what you're supposed to do."

I heard Sebastian get set up behind me, then felt his hands on my ass. He spat on his dick, then rubbed some of my wetness up around my asshole.

"Here goes," he said. Then he pushed himself up my ass. I wasn’t accustomed to it though we had tried it a few times before, but I was so relaxed that he slipped right in, all the way up to his balls.

"Woah," he whispered. "That's fucking tight."

The two boys moved their cocks around tentatively, each going slowly. I had never felt this full before, and already an orgasm was brewing deep inside.

"Holy shit, dude," Sebastian said. "I can feel your dick in her."

"I know. This is fucking intense," Viktor said.

They both started moving in and out a little bit faster now, slowly getting into a good rhythm. I leaned forward, and tentatively flicked my tongue near Viktor’s mouth and Kristi’s swollen mound. She lifted her hips so that her ass was directly before me. I felt her skin flush, and I could hear her pussy making sloppy noises as I moved my tongue around and Viktor and I simultaneously fingered her. His eyes widened at the incredible sight before him. I moaned so much I felt as though I fell into a state of almost permanent orgasm while the men fucked me simultaneously and I licked and flicked my tongue against Kristi’s clit, twisting her nipples and kneading her breasts swinging above Viktor's head.

Kristi broke contact and turned around, then began rocking her body on Viktor’s hand, pulling my face up to kiss me passionately, forcing her tongue into my mouth while the boys pumped into me her harder and harder. Their hands were all over me. Sebastian started pulling my hair—it was the most intense mixture of light pain and exquisite pleasure that I had ever felt. Kristi began to moan into my mouth, her orgasm building. She bit my lip as she pulled away, thrusting her crotch upon Viktor’s hand as hard as she could. Through her moans, she said, “I'm cumming! I’m cumming! Boys, let go when you’re ready!” I couldn't tell if I myself was climaxing or just overwhelmed with sensations; all I knew was my body was filled with electricity emanating from my womb throughout my entire body. A minute or two later, I felt the deep warmth of one man’s seed inside me. I couldn't tell which dick or which hole, but the other man came next in a shuddering series of jerks and grunts.

When it was over, Sebastian pulled out first and I felt some cum drip out of my ass. I got off Viktor and watched even more cum drizzle down onto his cock. I sort of crawled off him, found a pillow, and leaned against it, breathing hard. I was going to be sore as a motherfucker tomorrow, that was for sure.

Everyone glanced at each other for a few seconds, all of us smiling.

"What do you say?" Kristi asked.

I smiled. "That’s starting the New Year off with a bang.”

Part 1 of 3

The backstory may be longer than you'd prefer, but I will make it worth your while, I hope!

Sebastian had the classic Aryan look; thick, wavy blonde hair with a slight curl, piercing blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a smile that would make an old woman blush. He was 6’2”, 195 pounds of muscle not yet softened by age or vices. He strutted with the confidence of a man that knows what he wants, and gets what he wants, when and how he so desired. He was the youngest of 4 siblings, the baby, spoiled rotten and held in disdain by his brother and sisters because he was the “Golden Child”. At 23 years, old, the world was his oyster. Cocksure and proud, he took pride in the conquests he had achieved throughout his short life and the carnal knowledge he had obtained.

Viktor looked as his name implied; old-world European. Eyes so brown they were almost black, olive skin, silky smooth lustrous brown hair, thick and lush lips, and a smile that the devil himself would not be able to resist, especially when he cocked up one eyebrow. He was 6’1”, 180 pounds of wiry, anxious strength that he had to keep under control, because he did not know what would happen if he truly let loose. He was a twin, and though he was shy and reserved, his double was even more so, although both were gorgeous and attracted attention like magnets. At 22, he was beautiful and knew it, but had an insecurity about him that made him both endearing and dangerous. Whether this timidity was sincere or affected, I will never know.

Sebastian and Viktor had been best friends for 5 or 6 years. Where one lacked confidence, the other made up for it. Where one lacked sensitivity, the other picked up the slack. And so on and so forth. They were yin and yang, to say the least. And I lusted after them both.

I considered myself dowdy; 5’2” on a good day, with an athletic build that had gotten soft in the 2 years since I’d graduated high school. Dishwater blonde hair, a fair to medium skin tone. I had, in my opinion, 3 redeeming features. The first was that I was blessed with naturally clear skin; I had little to no problems with acne, and so spent little time on makeup and covering up imperfections. This went along with the second; I was low-maintenance. Because I did not wear a lot of makeup, I didn’t see the bother with fixing my hair nicely either, though it was very long at the time (it hit my waistline). I would either put it in a ponytail or a braid so that it didn’t interfere with my day to day activities. The third, and best, in my opinion, were my eyes. I, too, had the classic Aryan look; fair complexion, blonde hair, and blue eyes. But for some reason, my eyes drew people in. They have been described as anywhere from ice-blue to a stormy bluish-grey, which I have found corresponds to my mood. But they are very expressive and intense. Therefore, whenever I have intense feelings about someone or something, I put on my sunglasses (yes, even at night!), so that my eyes do not betray me.

Sebastian and I were together for 13 months and engaged for 5 before I met Viktor in person. I suppose I was being kept away until I was deemed worthy, or until Sebastian had me wrapped up so tightly that I wouldn’t leave him for Viktor. This was the one issue the boys had; if one of them had a girl and she met the best friend too soon, she would inevitably want the other. Whether it was for looks, personality, temperament, or simple chemistry, it would happen every time. But the first contact ever made (a simple side hug in front of a group of people) the electricity crackled so much I expected it to be audible. We were having a birthday party for another friend within the group, but everyone kept looking at Viktor and I as though they were expecting a show. I maintained a polite and appropriate distance, though I was intrigued. The feelings surging through my body were foreign; I was a naïve 19 years old, having had only one lover, and he turned out to be gay. At the end of the evening, I shook Viktor’s hand, gave everyone else a hug, and happily drove Sebastian home, as he was too drunk to function.

The next morning, he awoke early, rolled over in the bed to wake me, and asked me what I thought about Viktor. We had a very open relationship, and he had cheated on me twice at this point but I forgave him, so I told him what I thought. I explained briefly the spark I felt between us during the miniscule amount of physical contact we had, and that I purposely stayed away from Viktor because I knew the history, and I because I loved him, Sebastian, and would never do anything to hurt him. He smiled, then proceeded to slide my panties off as his show of appreciation for choosing him over his buddy; I willingly obliged. Little did I know…

New Year’s Eve was upcoming. Sebastian and I had rented a house only 2 blocks from his ex-wife Kristi, who lived there with their 4-year-old son, Brody. She also lived with her other son, 6-month-old Logan, whose father was…Viktor. Long story short, a drunken one-night stand lead to the second child, and though Viktor had no romantic feelings for Kristi, he was trying to do the right thing and be there not only for his baby Logan, but to help with Brody. Amazingly, the four of us got along wonderfully. Kristi and I trusted and talked to one another; as Brody’s future step-mom, he and I played and laughed and had a great time! We would all hang out together, either at our house or theirs, with little or no dissention. Two days after Christmas, Sebastian and I were at their house playing with the boys, and Kristi asked if we had any plans for New Years. I piped up that we didn’t, thinking that maybe they needed a babysitter so they could go out and rekindle the romance. I was shut down quickly by Sebastian, Viktor, and Kristi! She wanted to invite Sebastian and I over so we could all ring in the New Year together, but she also wanted a safety net. Although she would be at home, she wanted to get shit-faced drunk, and wanted at least one other responsible adult around to tend to the children should they wake from their sleep. I agreed, and our plans were in place. We stayed for another hour, but I did not notice Sebastian and Viktor sneak outside to talk for 20 minutes like Kristi did. She mentioned it weeks later, but I played dumb.

NYE has arrived. Sebastian and I make the short, 2 block walk from our home to theirs. By 9:00, Sebastian, Kristi, and Viktor have indulged to the point where they are dancing at random times, talking loudly, and having a great time in general. At 19, I was still hesitant to have a drink, and had already designated myself as the “baby caregiver”. Logan, the 6-month-old, was at one of his grandmother’s houses. Brody was supposed to be picked up by his grandmother at 9:00, but she had called and said she was stuck behind a wreck and it would be about 2 hours before she could get him. She also stated that she was only 2 miles from her house. I knew a back way to get there, and offered to bring Brody over. She blubbered her appreciation and went home. I asked Brody if he wanted to go to his Grandmas or stay home; he said if I was going to be there in the morning when he woke up that he wanted to stay at home, but because I wouldn’t take him home with me since Sebastian was “tore up from the floor up”, and it would be a mess the next morning, Brody condescended and asked me to take him to his Mimi. I was not going to leave the baby at their house when they were jacked, so I made the trip and after 45 minutes, returned to the party.

Viktor brought out a bottle of champagne he had bought in celebration of the New Year. Kristi was wavering at this point; she had consumed multiple shots, 2 Margaritas, and 3 beers. She didn’t drink often because she had the children most of the day, so she was on the verge of passing out. At 11:59, Viktor shook the bottle of champagne, walked to the driveway, then started a countdown to open it. He was holding the bottle close to his crotch; he had wedged it between his thighs so he could pop the cork at the right time. Kristi saw this and immediately ran over, dropped to her knees, and began simulating giving him head, but with the champagne bottle. Viktor told her to get her mouth off the bottle, because the force of the cork popping could kill her. She sat up, flipped him off while saying, “Fuck you motherfucker,” then promptly passed out in the driveway. At this point, there were only 15 seconds left in the countdown. Sebastian, Viktor, and I counted down, “10….9…8…” Then, Sebastian pulls me over in front of Viktor, tells him to pop the cork, and the boys shout, “ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”, my face is covered in a deluge of champagne. Sebastian puts my head over the top of the bottle so I have NO choice but to suck it down whilst it is still between Viktor’s legs.

Once the bottle stops spewing and I stop gagging from the onslaught of carbonation, we turn our focus to Kristi. She is happily passed out in the driveway, but doesn’t need to be there. I try to wake her up, but she continually pushes me away or tries to punch me. I leave her on the ground and tell the boys they need to carry her into the house. They do as I ask, and I give them instructions for how to set her in the event she gets sick while she’s passed out, then I tell Sebastian I’m walking home and he needs to stay and make sure his baby-mama is OK. He agrees, and I make the short 2 block walk to my home.

I walk into our home and immediately take off my sweatshirt, because I’m hot not only from helping to carry Kristi and get her taken care of, but being forced to kneel between Viktor’s legs and suck spewing liquid coming forth from the bottle betwixt his legs. I then remove my jeans, bra, and panties, and when I’m completely disrobed, I take my hair down from the ponytail. It cascades down my back, and is long enough that it gently tickles the top of my ass crack. I stroll onto the small back deck that we have, and bask in the cold January air and the moonlight. After a few minutes, I get very cold and go back into the house, only to find…

Sebastian has come home, and is sitting naked on our couch, stroking himself gently. He gives the that “Come hither” look, and beckons me forward. He is obviously pleased that I’m nude, and I assume that he shed his clothing because he saw mine in a pile on the living room floor. I bestride him and we begin kissing passionately, in a way that we hadn’t since before we first made love. Tension, desire, desperation, longing was obvious in those kisses, the grabbing of the hair, the sucking of the neck.

Whilst straddled upon him, he grabs my wrists and holds them down by my waist. He then proceeds to kiss my face, my neck, and then focuses on my collarbone. He licks, nips, and ever so gently sucks, eliciting a groan from me. He moves up and nips at my earlobe, then whispers into my ear with hot breath that he is going to give me the experience of a lifetime this evening. All the while, I am mounted in his lap, wrists bound by his strong hands, desperately grinding my womanhood against him, begging for purchase. Yet, he denies me. And I am not accustomed to this, as usually, he takes what he wants when he can get it with my permission.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into my ear.

Though I’m desperate for penetration and release at this point, I know I have to play the game. “For what?” I ask as coquettishly and innocently as I can.

“The fucking of your life, baby girl!” he shouts as he lifts me off his lap. In one fell swoop, he has stood up, hands gripping my ass, and then lay himself on the floor, carrying me with him. Hips on my waist, he begins rocking me cowgirl style upon his throbbing shaft. He runs his fingers through my hair, scraping my scalp, then running his short nails along my back, trying to hurt me and drawing blood in the process, pulling my torso ever closer to his.

He kisses me long and deep as he continues to thrust into me while pulling and pushing my hips to stimulate my clit. When I finally break for air as well as scream for my first orgasm, he pulls my face down again so I’m left with no choice but to scream into his mouth, begging for air, as my womanhood spews forth wetness upon him and my body shudders in ecstasy. Once he feels my body settle, he pulls my head up by my hair and says, “How was that?”

“Magnificent,” I whisper, barely able move, much less speak. I can feel the blood running down my back at this point.

“Well, hold on baby...I have a LOT more in store for you,” he chuckles.

I lay for a moment on the floor, wondering what more he thinks he can do to me, and then decide that I don’t care, so long as it is at least HALF as pleasurable as what I just experienced. I sit up, grab his face, and ask, “Are you drunk?”

“I am, but you’re not! That means I can go longer, and you’ll just have to cum all night!” he said with glee. He then clapped his hands together like a small child.

Well, who am I to argue with fate? If my man wants to please me, then I guess I’ll just have to go along with it, even if I have to put up with pain. Remember; he's more experience than I am. 

“Ready for the next round?” he asked. I shake my head vigorously, ignoring the fact that he’s looking at the clock on the wall behind me rather than in my eyes.

“Please!” I say, excited but also slightly scared for what is about to happen.

“Why are you looking at the clock? It’s after midnight,” I ask him.

“If you love and trust me, there’s a reason. Is that good enough for you?” he asks. Yet at the same time, he has picked me up, placed me back on the couch, and is nipping, lapping, and sucking at one nipple while gently twisting and rolling the other with his fingers. What am I supposed to say?

Sebastian sits down on the couch as he was when I came in naked from the back porch, and pulls me astride him. He lowers me gently onto his throbbing man-sword, and we begin to rock in a gentle, but exceedingly pleasurable rhythm.

We are still in the living room at this point.

There is a knock on the front door.

I freeze, then turn, looking desperately for a blanket or my clothes. Sebastian holds me down firm to his cock, demands I look at him, and says, “Baby, it’s fine.”

He begins to rock my hips upon him again as the front door creaks open. Suddenly, not only my nude form but that of Sebastian is on display in the midst of fucking in front of…

Viktor.

As soon as I see him, I freeze immediately. However, I do not try to cover my breasts nor my pussy. For some reason, it feels right for him to see me in this way while being penetrated by his best friend, my fiancé. And if Sebastian said it’s ok, then he must not mind Viktor seeing me this way. It’s also obvious to me at this point that this “incident” has been planned.

I am still mounted upon my fiancé Sebastian, yet Viktor strides over as he removes his shirt and shoes, pulling off and kicking off both easily as though it was anticipated. As soon as both offending items are gone, he kneels behind me, my back facing him. He runs his warm hands along my spine, then begins massaging my shoulders as I’m still riding Sebastian.

I moan in pleasure at the extra, unexpected set of warm hands traversing my body. As I do this, Sebastian winds his arms around me, places his hands on my shoulders, and begins to drill me rapidly as Viktor removes his pants (and he has no underwear beneath), and begins simultaneously massaging my pucker-hole as he strokes his throbbing member. Viktor slides a finger into my waiting brown-hole, and I cum immediately again, body quivering with unexpected and unanticipated pleasure. Once the orgasm has calmed, Viktor removes his finger and Sebastian lifts me off his lap. Sebastian is still very firm, not having his release at this point. Viktor is thick and ready, having arrived late to the party. I take advantage of the slight break and say, “Sebastian, did you know he was going to show up?”

“Well, of course. What do you think we were whispering about a few weeks ago?”

“I had no idea! I knew that y’all had issues.”

“But, you didn’t leave me for him. And, you told me that you had the attraction, but you still wanted me. That made you the perfect choice for the threesome that he and I always wanted to have, but hadn’t done it yet.” Viktor smiles and nods along.

“So basically, you just wanted a girl you could both fuck, but you wanted to make sure she stayed with you, Sebastian?”

“Yeah, basically…”

“Viktor, what do you think?”

“I’ve wanted you, mind, body, and soul, since I first met you.”

Sebastian falls off the couch laughing. “Fuck dude, you’re TOTALLY drunking fuck!”

Viktor looks at me, winks, and says, “Yeah dude, I am. Let’s do what we talked about!”

He wraps his arms around me gently, and as I look in his eyes, I can tell he is as sober as I am. He pulls me off the couch, looking me square in the eyes. He kisses me deeply, then sets me down gently and asks me to wait for just a moment. Sebastian is laying on the floor, pulling his pud as though it’s never been touched before. When Viktor returns, he has my softest satin blanket, and fluffs it then lays it out on the floor. He beckons me over, and I crawl to him, hands and knees like an obedient puppy. Sebastian is laying on the carpet right next to the blanket, still playing with himself. Viktor shouts at him, “Dude! I’m about to make love to your fiancée, are you gonna join?”

Not fuck, but make love.

And, he was the invited guest, giving the host a fair warning.

Sebastian sits up, stroking his cock, and goes, “Fuck yeah! We got this bro!” He tries to high-five Viktor, who just ignores him.

The men get themselves set up in the London Bridge position, then put me in the center. Viktor is behind me, wanting first dibs since Sebastian has already been there and he’s obviously afflicted; he says that Sebastian doesn’t deserve the privilege. I am on my hands and knees, doggy style, with Sebastian in front of me and Viktor behind me. As soon as Viktor thrusts into my core, I open my mouth wide, covering my teeth with my lips, and deep throat Sebastian’s throbbing cock. We quickly develop a rhythm; as Viktor thrusts, I more deeply engulf Sebastian’s member in my throat. After 2 minutes of steady rocking, Sebastian cannot hold out any further and releases his load. I swallow without complication, ready for him to be gone so I can focus solely on Viktor. But there is an issue…

Once Sebastian has had his need satisfied, he wants to watch his future wife being drilled by his best friend who lost out to him. But, because he was “fucked up”, he said this aloud. Therefore, Viktor and I decide to take advantage of this fact.

Viktor grabbed my hair in jest, brought my ear up to his mouth, and said, “Ready to give him a fucking show?”

I turned my head and said, “I don’t know what else he wants! Please remember, I’ve only had one partner before all of this.”

Viktor said, “If you and I want to make love like we have both thought about, then just trust me. I know what will make him pass out….he’s drunk. Just bend over….he’s barely watching, and if you can fake it quick, he’ll be asleep in 5 minutes.”

“How do you know that I’ll have to fake it, Viktor?”

“I don’t, but just make sure you’re ready for the real me once he’s out.”

Viktor “throws” me down on the ground, then pins my wrists above my head with one hand as he slides his package into my awaiting moist womanhood. I groan immediately at the pleasure. Viktor and I make eye contact as I wrap my legs around his hips, and he says,”FUCK! Don’t look at me, or I’ll come immediately!” I divert my eyes and look over at Sebastian. His eyes are drooping, hand on his wilting pecker, and on the verge of snoring because he’s already got his.

“Vik, let me get on him for just a minute and tell him I want more. That will put him to sleep. I promise!” Viktor scowls, but agrees. He sits in the recliner, gently stroking his throbbing erection, pouting as I approach my Sebastian.

I climb upon Sebastian, move his hand from his member to my swinging breast, and begin grinding on him as I suck and lick his neck and ears, which are his most sensitive spots. He awakens immediately, ready and raring to go. He asks if I’ve had enough, and I told him I was waiting for him. Sebastian, of course, must be “the man”, so he automatically tries to thrust inside me. I deny him access, and state that I have other plans.

I make him get in the doggy style position like he had me do previously. I beckon forth Viktor with my finger, and give him two choices. He can either lick his best friend’s asshole and make love to me as we both want, or he can let me blow him while I let Sebastian fuck me one more time in front of him.

Guess what he chose?

He licked his best friend’s asshole as I gave Sebastian the blowjob of my life. Viktor circled Sebastian’s exit hole with his tongue as though he was a pro. I saw some of the tongue movement and recognized some of the moves; it made me jealous. I wanted him to do that to my clit. It lasted all of 2 minutes. Viktor took it above and beyond. Once Sebastian reached climax, I swallowed his cum readily. He slumped over, and it took both Viktor and I to lift and move him into the bedroom Sebastian and I shared.

Once he had him laid down, tucked in, and snoring, Viktor grabbed me. We were both still nude at this point. He held my body close to him as though I was a treasure, running his hands up and down my body though he had a full foot of height on me. I thrust my hands through his lustrous brown hair, then jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed his hands on my ass, gave each cheek a squeeze, then walked the two of us into the other bedroom with a queen size mattress.

He lay me down gently, then looked deep into my eyes and asks, “Do you want this?”

“Want what? You” I ask, trying to be polite and coquettish yet again, batting my eyelashes as though I was innocent. However, we are too far gone for that.

“Honey, I know you want me. Trust me please; I want you…. badly. But, I need to make sure that what you felt out there in the living room is the same as it is right here and now, with me having a raging hard-on and have fought for the last hour to not cum because I want to please you so bad.”

“Is this what you and Sebastian were whispering about a few weeks ago?”

“Yes. We were looking for a girl we could share. And even though she might feel stronger about one than the other, she can have both with permission now…”

“Viktor, I’m engaged to Sebastian. Truth be told, I’d rather be with you, because we seem to fit together better. So why would you agree to a threesome with me when you knew we had some kind of connection?”

“Baby, that’s the only way we could talk honestly or get a chance to make love. And I hope you notice I keep saying “Make love”. I don’t just want to FUCK you…I want to fulfill your every need in every way. But, since I can’t, can I at least satisfy you sexually right now?”

Like I would say no.

He thrust his hands into my hair, then lightly scratched my scalp as he sucked gently on my neck, working his way down to my collarbone. As his mouth made its way to my left areola, his left hand made its way to my right breast, tweaking, twisting, and pulling harder and harder on my nipple until I could no longer take it. He then pushed my breasts up from the bottom, shoving both of my areolas within 2 inches of my mouth. I flicked out my tongue and licked, then nipped with my teeth, each nipple, as they were protruding to the point that they looked like a baby bottle. This drove him nearly to the edge.

He grabbed my hands (not wrists), and asked if he could put them above my head. I loosened my grip, pulled his face to me so I could kiss him the way I desired, and wound up with my arms around his neck and legs around his back.

Viktor had enough self-control that he didn’t thrust, didn’t try to gain control. Instead, he savored the kisses, flipped me over so he could enjoy me fully (in his own words), and then, ever so gently, slipped his glistening, throbbing, beautiful manhood into my waiting lady curtains. The moment he first pressed into me, I almost came due to sheer pleasure and delight at who was inside me. However, I suppressed it, as we women can do, because I wanted to orgasm at the same time he did so he could feel the pulsations and my muscles contracting around his length so I could drain him fully of his manly fluids and make it worthwhile.

As we both approached the moment of climax, Sebastian woke up and heard us. He walked to the doorway of the bedroom we were in, mere feet from the bedroom he and I shared.

Thankfully, I didn’t see him until just after I had come; however, Viktor had seen Sebastian and withheld his inner ecstasy.

“Well, well, well,” Sebastian muttered. “I knew it. You wanted him more than you did me, bitch!” As he said this, he approached me naked, as that’s how Viktor and I both put him to bed, but with a fist raised, ready to strike.

“Bastian, you were with us for everything until you passed out! All we were doing was finishing because the carpet was tearing me up on my back!” I flipped over so he could see the rugburn on my back. “Plus, YOU’RE the one that invited Viktor over; you watched him fuck me briefly, so I don’t know what the problem is!”

“You shouldn’t have let me pass out!” he said as he swung a meat hook my way, hitting me at the corner of my left eye. Viktor was just behind him, having jumped out of the bed and trying to grab his neck, but didn’t succeed before Sebastian’s fist made contact with my face. Sebastian then pulled a switchknife out; we still don't know where it came from since he was naked. Viktor jumped onto Sebastian’s back, trying to get him off me as Sebastian had a blade pressed to my neck at this point. “Run, baby girl, run!” Viktor shouted, pulling back desperately on his best friend’s head and trying the best as he could to pull him down with his body weight.

I stood up as Sebastian’s attention was diverted by Viktor. I looked Viktor in the eye, motioned with my hand where he needed to go. Viktor feinted and dropped to the right, then I hit Sebastian where it counted; his ear. Rather than kick him in the nuts like most women would have, I knew that would enrage him. But give him a haymaker to the ear; he’ll drop like a wild animal with a tranquilizer.

Once he dropped, Viktor grabbed the knife and threw it into the yard behind us; it flew at least 200 yards. Sebastian was snoozing once again, this time not only from drink, but from defeat and physical exhaustion. For the second time, Viktor and I picked his heavy ass up, placed him in the bed, then made plans for 2 days later to finish our consummation of desire. Viktor locked the door and placed a chair in front of it so Sebastian couldn't get out and get to me before Viktor could, even in a different home.

I fell asleep nude, beaten, and bruised, on my couch that night.

Yet somehow, when I awoke, I had on silk pajamas and was in a beautiful hotel suite. Or, at least as beautiful as you can get in southeastern Oklahoma.....

To be continued…….

I know nothing about what having a father feels like. So, when this date was coming up I'd be full of sadness and bitterness. Growing up I'd see my friends being held by their dads and I wished I could do that with mine too.

But I've never had a dad.

Only the ghost of a father who has haunted me since the day he left.

Leaving me behind.

Children are love.

A mother's job toward her children, besides birthing them, she nurtures, she supports, she provides all that endless love.

But there is a problem, this much love cannot be guided by the mother alone. It needs a road.

And that's the father's job.

A father's job is simply to be the best road guide for that love.

It sounds simple, but it's not.

If the father pointed to the wrong road or failed to be its safety, the child might end up at the abyss.

But if the father pointed to the right road or provided the protection with the worst roads, then the child can run to the directionless path known as life without fear of falling.

If all the fathers did their job right, then all the children can walk on the right path.

Then the world can walk the right path.

The robber robbed the bank

The bank robbed the people

The police came

And only one went to jail

The system

showed the bank compassion

And as for the robber?

Well,

it threw the book at him

The robber stole money

The bank stole livelihoods,

But the bank walked free

And the robber rotted in jail

The robber robbed the bank

The bank robbed the people

The police came

And only one went to jail

Look inside my soul,

Gaze deeply within my heart;

Tell me what you see.

Can you see my love,

The glowing fire of passion

Burning there for you?

My desire for you

Is deeper than the ocean.

You make my heart soar.

There are times I feel

Overcome with dizziness

Looking in your eyes.

The day I found you

My life became more complete

Than it was before.

Come lie down with me;

Let your worries fade away,

Safe within my arms.

(c) 2015 - dustygrein

** Note: I know this is a portal for haiku, but the senryu is structurally a cousin, and both can be done in sequences. I love exploring human emotions in these series of verses, as opposed to seasons and the natural world, hence the senryu instead of the traditional haiku.

I hate you.

Your sickeningly sweet voice.

Your huge fake smile.

Your unnaturally loud laugh.

The way your presence hangs over me,

a shadow looming near.

The way your thoughts claw its way inside,

shattering each and every speck of confidence

The way you always lie,

twisting me into a husk of who I used to be

How you stare right back at me through the mirror