Hong Kong Story Convergence

Inside the bedroom, Bobby wasn't letting the calamity of the evening further ruin his chance of getting it on with Jill. His tongue went into her mouth and his hands up the back of her dress onto bare ass. His cock pushed through his pants against her. He wanted to lay her back and bury his face into her snatch, but faltered at the thought of the sperm in her pussy. Oh, Bobby remembered, her mouth had been cum in, too. Too late for that, his tongue was swirling around hers.

"Can you suck my cock?" he asked into the kiss.

"Would you like?"

Jill sat on the side of the bed and pulled on Bobby's belt, button and zip. His erection sprung free. Jill gripped and tugged it, rubbing it over her face. Jill loved cock, she always had. There was something flattering about how hard they got when she was near. When guys' soft pieces of flesh turned to granite for her, it was an affirmation of her femininity. Jill showed her gratitude, tugging, rolling it over the outside and inside of her cheeks. She caked Bobby's cock in saliva. In return he lifted her dress up and over her head, leaving Jill naked but for her shoes. Bobby leaned down and gripped her small, firm tits as she sucked him.

With the ceiling light on, there was nowhere to hide when Wayne walked through 'needing the toilet'. Worked up by alcohol and cock, Jill didn't break stride. Wayne sauntered through slowly, watching his girlfriend's naked sister sucking dick.

"I need a piece of that," he whispered to himself. Jill was stunning, and she blew like an experienced whore. That Bobby guy was up her cunt by the time Wayne passed back from the bathroom. Jill was on her back, legs high and wide, getting pumped. Her groans of pleasure sounded just like her sister. What a pair!

He tagged with Buck, who unsurprisingly needed the toilet, too. Both Jill and Bobby were too enamoured in their sex to care. Buck stood at the bathroom door and watched as Bobby flipped Jill up top.

"That girl could get a job at a rodeo," he told Wayne when he came out. Horny as hell, he took their small cousin and sat her on his lap on the sofa. Slipping down his pants, his cock pushed up her young bare vagina under the cover of the borrowed shirt.

"Oh, your cunt feels divine. Your grip is amazing. Fuck me, baby, fuck me like you did at the party."

"People will know," she worried.

Buck lifted the shirt to her waist and held it up, so it was obvious a bare cock was buried between her legs, below her bare ass.

"Don't have to worry about that now. Come on, fuck like I know you can."

Seeing that little cousin hump like she was, Wayne wished he could come over and do her in the ass as Buck nailed her pussy. But with Megan right there, he had to settle for feeling up his own girlfriend instead.

"You wanna swap?" he suggested to Dwight. Maybe if he could get Megan busy elsewhere, it might help him. "Try each other's out? Just for a little while?"

Dwight looked at Dep, she had terror in her eyes. She didn't like Wayne at all.

"Nah, better not. Dep's not used to all this. Bit of a virgin when I met her," Dwight lied, then regretted it after seeing the heightened interest Wayne gave Dep at the comment. Nevertheless, each guy kept to their own girl.

"Come on you lot, let's play a game," Dwight suggested instead, opening a drawer to pull out two decks of cards.

"Strip Poker won't last long here," Wayne laughed.

"No strip. Drinking."

"You don't think we've been drinking enough?" Buck chimed in from behind the little cousin on his lap.

"Not the proper stuff," Dwight grinned, taking two bottles of Stoli from the freezer. It had been his wife's thing to drink vodka. Now seemed a good time to use it. "Come on, sit round the table."

In a shoddy manner Dwight, Dep and their four guests shuffled their way to the table. Buck made the little cousin sit on his lap again, facing away from him, cock deep up her cunt.

"You really going to play like that?" Dwight frowned.

"I can reach around," Buck defended. "She's not very big, right?"

"What game?" Wayne asked.

"Drinking Fish."

"How?" Megan asked.

With two decks shuffled together, Dwight dealt seven cards to everyone. The rest he spread messily face down on the table.

"If it's my turn, I take one of my seven cards and lay on the table face up, like this. If you can get equal or higher, all good, but if you can't, then you take a shot."

"You have glasses?" Wayne asked.

"Shit, yes, sorry, Dep...in that top cupboard. Small shot glasses, can you help?"

Dwight watched the boys stare at Dep's bare ass as the jumper lifted when she reached up.

"Not for you," Megan told Wayne, who grinned.

"You have to admit, she's a stunning girl," Wayne said in defense.

"Not for you," Megan repeated.

"Right, so, if you can't equal or best me from your hand, or don't want to use your cards, you can flip over one of the table cards. But whatever that card is, that's your final number. Simple enough?"

"Yeah, let's go!" Buck said, his hands under the little cousin's shirt gripping her small breasts as she rolled her hips on his lap. Buck took a deep breath to stop himself cumming, the feel of her tiny young cunt was superb.

"Okay, we'll try," Dwight said, starting.

Drinking Fish is an easy game to learn that's fun. There's lots of drinking by everyone, not just one poor soul. And players can drift in and out of the game, depending on levels of bathroom need, mood, or concentration.

In the bedroom, Bobby was giving Jill a marathon fuck. Years of pent up attraction funneled energy into his cock. And without her wedding ring on, Jill felt liberated. She felt young again, like the summer after high school finished. Back then she didn't know the names of most guys that pulled her pants down at parties. But when university started, life became serious, and when she met Stephen, it became monogamous. But now she was reliving her youth. Drunk in a stranger's apartment getting nailed from pillar to post by a work colleague. It was terrifying and exhilarating that they weren't using a condom. Bobby had said no point; she had been spermed already in the men's toilet at the bar. Wow, Jill thought as she gripped Bobby's ass, I miss having different cocks.

"I can tell," Bobby said.

Jill blinked. Had she said that out loud? Perhaps she had. Having drunk sex was heavenly. Jill squealed and kissed Bobby passionately as he threw her around the bed nailing her all the ways he could think. Even Dwight was impressed when he finally made a bathroom trip. He too couldn't help but stop and watch for a while. Jill was clearly enjoying what was happening between her legs.

"Almost like a rolling orgasm she's having," he told the boys back at the table, then turned to Megan, "And that's your sister? Really?"

"I fuck better than her," Megan slurred, having lost a lot at Drinking Fish.

"I wasn't disparaging you...," Dwight tried to explain, then picked up his cards instead. No point, everyone was three sheets to the wind by then. Each deal took forever, getting six people to concentrate on the cards and having their shots in a timely fashion, it was a rabble.

When Bobby came out of the bedroom in just his boxer shorts and shirt, Wayne and Buck cheered.

"Finally the marathon man is done!" Wayne teased. "How was she?"

"I need water," Bobby croaked. "She's passed out."

After finally losing control and cumming in her, Bobby and Jill held each other tightly and kissed. Jill could no longer keep her eyes open, and Bobby was parched.

"Come back and sleep with me after," Jill said as Bobby got up looking for his clothes. "You said I have to fuck you in the morning, too, right?"

Bobby grinned. He had told her that. "I'm not sure if we can. Dwight will want his bed."

"It's a big bed," Jill smiled up at him, gripping her pussy to hold the sperm in. "We only need one side."

Jill closed her eyes as Bobby went to get water. Being sober and thirsty, he was easily talked into joining the game. It was time for a proper drink.

"You've some catching up to do," Buck told him. "Here, mind this for me will you? I need the bathroom."

Buck took the small cousin and put her onto Bobby's lap, putting his erection away and dealing the cards. He chose a King from his own hand and lay it down to the groans of the table, then moved away and into the next room.

Jill was under the covers facing away from the door. Not expecting to have much time, Buck flipped them off and gripped her upper arm.

"Hey there," he whispered.

Jill opened her eyes and turned to see who it was.

"Come on, come over to the edge."

"Huh? What are you doing?"

"Come over."

"Let me sleep," Jill complained as she was pulled to the edge of the bed. "What do you want?"

Buck used one hand to pull down his trousers and boxers. He was rock hard already.

"You have a brilliant body," he told Jill, pulling her on her back to a spot on the bed in front of him. He grabbed her knees and opened them.

"Huh? You're really going to fuck me?" Jill asked, half drunk and still half asleep. Buck came down into her. Jill gasped as his cock slipped seamlessly up her sperm-soaked pussy. Buck's mouth went to hers and he kissed passionately. Jill's tongue reached desperately as far as it could into his mouth, as Buck's cock did the same in her cunt. The suddenness of being woken to have sex with a total stranger was thrilling. The cock pumped her relentlessly. Jill could feel it creeping up her spine. She broke the kiss and literally bit into Buck's shoulder as her cunt spasmed on the cock thumping in from above her. The pain from the bite added to Buck's ecstasy as he fucked relentlessly, not giving Jill any chance to finish her orgasm.

Jill broke from the bite and arched her back, her tits thrown up at him.

"Cum!" she demanded. "Put your juice in me. Together. Please!"

Buck lost it. The girl under him had reached her peak and he joined her. As Jill opened her mouth wide and silently screamed, Buck filled her body with all the sperm he had to give.

"Oh god. Thank you," Jill said. "Thank you. You would have killed me if you hadn't cum."

"You have a great cunt," Buck panted.

"Thank you," Jill whispered, tired again after coming off her high. Buck didn't want to leave her body but he shrunk out of her involuntarily. This time Jill didn't grip her mound to hold in the sperm, she shuffled back under the covers and went back to sleep, leaking and gurgling from between her legs. Buck went into the bathroom, wetting toilet tissue to clean the gunk off his cock and balls.

Back in the living room only Wayne noticed Buck had been gone longer than needed. The little cousin was still in Bobby's lap, with her buttons undone and his hand gripping her left breast from behind. Wayne and Megan were sat at the table still trying to play the game with Bobby. Dwight and Dep were behind the kitchen counter, kissing. His hand was up the back of her jumper on bare ass. Buck walked back in to the game in progress.

"Buck, take my seat," Wayne stood and said. "Take my hand. And I'll, ah...take my turn in the toilet."

He grinned and winked, and Buck smiled. Sitting in the seat next to Megan, Buck watched Wayne quickly disappear to the bedroom. Megan poured and drank a shot, unaware of anything happening more than two feet in front of her blurred eyes. The party had regressed into couples, and Buck put his arm around Megan. She turned and kissed him, unconcerned by the substitution.

"What a place," Buck thought to himself.

1:00 am

"I don't know why you came all the way back. You should just let me handle it," Bony said to his brother Stephen, who had jumped off a ferry back from Macau. "If she's not doing anything wrong, you'll look pretty silly."

"You said the guy took her to a hotel first?"

"Yeah," Bony confirmed.

"So it's not going to be nothing. I want her to see I saw it. Why'd they not go in the hotel, why come here?"

"Looked like she got spooked at the lobby by someone she knew."

"You?"

"No! Of course not. I'm big, but if I don't want to be seen, you won't see me."

Bony had been following Jill from the party. A few days previous, Bony had been in the Naked Room in Kowloon, just after Xmas. He didn't really know Wayne that well, but he knew he was the boyfriend of Jill's little sister Megan. Wayne had taken Megan and her cousin to the Naked Room for the afternoon. Megan went there a lot, she was used to being naked and gangbanged - but the cousin looked nervous, which attracted a crowd. She was a gorgeous little thing, and the boys in the room waited in line to have a turn on her. But what interested Bony most was a conversation he overheard Wayne telling some American friend. He said Megan's sister was planning to fuck some guy New Year's Eve when her husband was away, that Megan had been giving her advice on how to be slutty for a night.

The hairs on the back of Bony's neck prickled. Megan only had one sister, and her husband was his brother Stephen. And yes, Stephen was going to a bucks night overnight at Macau on New Year's Eve, one of his buddies from school was getting married. Macau was an hour away by ferry.

He told Stephen what he heard, but his brother scoffed in disbelief. After all that Jill and him had been through? Unlikely, he thought. There were no signs that pointed to Jill cheating. They were as close as ever, the sex was as good as ever.

Bony, though, he wasn't convinced. His instincts knew that good people sometimes behaved badly. With nothing to do on New Year's Eve, he resolved to keep an eye on the party Jill was going. He would see for himself if she went home alone. And, if Bony was honest with himself, by being out in the city that maybe, just maybe he'd run into Clara out with her friends. It was a one in a million chance, he knew, but better than sitting at home or hanging with the Lieutenant's drugged-up crew.

Bony took a Park'n'Shop bag, unraveled it and handed the contents to Stephen.

"It's silenced, so to get their attention you'll have to hit something that breaks. Oven glass, a vase, someone's foot. Don't hit a window though, people will think it's a break in, call it in. You remember the training I gave you, right?"

"I remember."

"If you hit someone, dead or alive, leave the gun behind. Drop it somewhere they can't reach it and leave it there. I got it through a rival channel, it won't come back on the Crew. And don't take your gloves off. It's an old building, so no cameras in the entrance or stairs, but we'll cross here and keep our face out of that street camera over there," Bony pointed.

"Got it."

"Don't shoot her. It will cause too many problems. If she really is on the job, we still have to get her out alive, and with every piece of her possessions. If you want to shoot her, we do it later, after the heat has gone out of it. You got it? You're not going to get all emotional in there right?"

"Cold as ice," Stephen assured him.

"You really should just leave this to me," Bony sighed.

"I can do it. Which apartment?"

"They pressed the bottom right buzzer."

"Who lives here?"

Bony shrugged. "It would be someone he knows. Or her. Most likely him."

A delivery scooter pulled up with what looked like a mixture of drinks and food, hitting the button top-left and being buzzed in.

"Okay, when he comes out, we go in. Keep your cap down."

1:20 am

Dwight was surprised by the knock on the door. Probably the neighbours asking them to quiet down, given midnight had well passed. He was shocked to be confronted by two guys with guns, one of them a huge bear of a man. They pushed the door and pushed him backward. Wordlessly they entered, and Dwight said nothing. What do you say to guys with guns?

Bony and Stephen looked around to room, expecting to see Jill.

"Megan?" Stephen said, shocked. Megan tried her hardest to look at the new guest. It wasn't easy, her eyes were struggling to focus and her stomach felt wheezy. Buck was kneeling in front of her chair sucking her bare breasts, it was as much as she could concentrate on.

"Dep?" Bony asked, looking at the Vietnamese girl leaning on the kitchen counter, nude and waiting for her man to come back and re-enter her.

"Polar Bear!" Dep gasped, not covering up.

"You know him?" Dwight asked carefully.

"Where have you been, Dep? People are looking for you."

"Oh?" Dep tried to say innocently.

Bony hadn't expected to see Dep's gorgeous tits that night. Dep had been to the Naked Room a few times, paid for by the Lieutenant and gifted to the crew. Even Bony had had turns on her; naked Dep was difficult to resist even if she was a whore. He'd loved fucking her.

"You better check your voicemails," he warned her. "If they find you before you reach out... you don't want that."

"Why are you here?" Dwight asked meekly. "What do you want?"

"Geez fuck, aren't you Jill's little cousin? From Singapore?" Stephen said, looking at the face of the small naked girl sitting on a guy on a dining chair. "What the hell is this place?"

"Is there another girl here?" Bony asked Dep. "Local Honky, long hair, your age."

Dep looked at the bedroom door. It was enough.

"What do you want here? Dep, who are these people?" Dwight asked but was ignored again.

"In there," Bony told Stephen. "Are you sure you're cool?"

"As ice," Stephen assured him.

In the bedroom, the ceiling down-lights were dimmed but on, giving a clear view of the couple on the bed. A white guy was facing away from Stephen, naked and on his knees. His young wife Jill was equally as naked. She was on her back, with her hips lifted to the guy's pelvis. He was holding her bottom half up, slamming her cunt. Jill's face was turned toward the door, eyes closed and mouth open, gasping.

"Held it too long! I'm gonna cum," the guy groaned as he fucked her furiously. "Can I shoot in you?"

Jill nodded, as her body rocked from the fucking, her small tits snapping back and forth.

"Fuck me! Cum in me!" she yelled out, then arched her back and shuddered as she felt the cock twitching inside her, millions of sperm swapping from Wayne's body into hers. Being cum in always set Jill off, and this was no different, screaming her orgasm as Wayne emptied into her.

As the guy shot his load into his wife, Stephen raised the pistol and took aim with a view to doing to same to that guy. Head or heart? He aimed high, then low, then high again, considering the mess and the impact. Jill would scream, covered in blood or brains from the murder.

Stephen stepped back into the living room, leaving his wife being kissed by the guy that had just spermed her.

"You're right," he told his brother. "I should have left this to you. I'm too emotional. I want to shoot him in the head. I don't want to hurt him, I want to kill him. No way we get out of this if Jill goes nuts from all his brains splattered over her."

"She's in there?"

"Naked and full of cum," Stephen confirmed.

"Okay. I'll handle it without a mess," Bony said. "It would be a lot cleaner if we got her home unhurt. She can be done later if you feel that way still."

"Yeah, I'll take her home."

"Okay, don't let anyone in the room. I'll have to tidy things up, it may take a while."

Stephen stood by the bedroom door waiting. He noticed he was shaking, so put the safety on the gun in case he accidentally triggered it, and shoved it as best he could in his coat pocket. He'd not seen any signs, he'd not had any hint that Jill was having affairs. He knew she was used goods when she came to him. Back at university, Jill dropped her pants on their first date, and her pussy was completely stretched. She still had hickeys on her tits from the last guy that had fucked her. But he thought she was over it, settled. Clearly not.

Dwight went over and held Dep in a protective way. They were the only two that sensed the trouble that was happening. Megan's attention had regressed to her immediate vicinity, leaning back in the chair as the sucking on her breasts moved down between her legs.