A Bottle for a Special Occasion

When he's done with me, he groans loudly, and comes. I feel it go deep inside me and cringe. Just as I start to feel it dripping out of me, he pinches my vagina closed with his hand and lifts me up by my lower back so that my pelvis tilts upward. "Oh hell no," he says. "I'm not letting these babies go to waste." I can almost feel it all leak backward, going deeper inside me. My breathing gets faster and more shallow and I close my eyes tightly. Panic. I'm panicking. Please, don't let me get pregnant. I keep my eyes closed, until I hear another voice. Micah. Not again.

"Come on man, did you have to do that? Now I'm going to be burying my dick in your cum." He says, in slight frustration.

"Whatever, man," says DeAndre. I practically hear the smile in his voice. "That there is some good pussy."

I open my eyes, just on time to see Micah role his.

He must see the fear in my eyes because he says, in a surprisingly gentle voice, "Don't worry. Unlike that shitface over there, I like it slow and easy."

I let out an almost audible sigh of relief. Though I don't know why I'm relieved if I'm still going to get fucked by a second dick.

I shut my eyes tightly in anticipation.

My breath is nearly knocked out of me when I'm abruptly shoved over, back onto my back.

"On your hands and knees, bitch." I don't move at first, until I feel another sharp sting on my butt. Still sore from the earlier spanking, I quickly and clumsily scramble onto my hands and knees. "That's right, you little whore. Look at you, all ready for me to take you from behind," Micah says, in a low, raspy voice. I jump slightly, when I suddenly feel his breath on my ear. "By the way, you know when I said I like it slow?" he whispers. "I lied."

I scream as he suddenly pushes my head down and thrusts his dick into me. My scream is muffled by the gag and each of his hard thrusts. The bed creaks so hard, I half wonder if it'll collapse below me. I give up struggling almost instantly this time because I am so weak. So I resign myself to just moaning when it's too much to bear.

I feel his large size filling me and stretching me out even more than before. I close my eyes and let him rock my body- my breasts bouncing forward painfully- further resigning myself to only listening to his grunts in my ear. I let him take me.

After a little while of this, I start to get used to the pain and, shockingly, I start to feel pleasure. I want that feeling to go away. Why would I be feeling pleasure when I'm being raped? Is there something wrong with me? But I can't shake the feeling. I feel it now, building up inside of me. Stop. STOP. It's no use. I feel myself floating higher and higher. To the sky; the heavens. My god it feels so good...I feel myself tightening around his dick. I can't stop. I can't-

I come so hard, all over his dick... and I still feel it dripping out of me as my body collapses beneath me from extreme weakness and exhaustion.

The last thing I hear is Micah's grunt and whisper into my ear: "Fuck yeah..."

-

The morning sun blinds me through the crack in the curtains. I shudder under my bed sheets, unable to shake the weird feeling. Damn, that was the most vivid sex dream I've ever had. I get out of bed and walk up to the big mirror on my dresser and stare at my reflection. Ew, I think as I try to smooth down my hair.

I stop as something shines in my peripheral vision. I turn to my left to see an empty liquor bottle on the edge of my dresser. Uh I don't remember putting that there. I slowly inch closer to it and notice something even more strange: a piece of dark blue fabric tied around it. I take the fabric off and study it carefully.

My body turns cold. It's my underwear. I remember putting it on in the morning... yesterday. My heart pounds in my ears as I bend down to pick up the piece of paper that fell out when I pulled my underwear off the bottle.

I unfold it clumsily, my hands shaking, and read:

Just thought you'd want to keep this as a reminder of last night.

- Micah