Truth or Dare

"Fuck me!" I positively yelled. I took the fingering and nipple sucking and felt the cock inside of me exploding its cum into my cunt. "Fuck!" I yelled again. "Fuck! Don't stop! Don't Fucking stop!" My body shook, I trembled like an epileptic. The women were cruel to me, pinching and tugging and sucking and their fingers and his dick forced their way inside to split me open as my cunt pinched down on them. I couldn't move, I couldn't fight them off. "Fuuuuuuck!" I called out.

At some point they let me go. I was alone in the bed for a minute and then felt Ben crawl in beside me. My body still shook. There were orgasmic tremors that persisted, pulsing in my thighs and the small of my back.

"Are you okay?" he asked me softly. He was careful. He petted me affectionately on the arm.

"Yes." I sighed gently.

"That escalated in a hurry," he said playfully.

"No shit." Between the two of us, I am the vulgar one.

"Need anything?" he asked me.

"No. I'm okay. I might sleep. What time is it?" I had to ask him.

"It's only ten." He said.

"They go home?"

"Not yet. Peter needed a beer. Marta is too worked up. I think they are all waiting for Benji to get home to be DD."

"You better go be a good host." I told him. "I'll be out in a minute."

"I brought you a water."

"Oh good." I told him. I needed the water but wasn't ready to sit up to drink it.

I dozed briefly. I only stirred awake because I heard Ben's sex sounds again. When I opened my eyes enough to see I could look from where I was on the bed, out the window, and could see Ben laying back in the lounge chair. Marta was on her knees on one side, Greta on the other. He had always wanted head from two women. Good for him.

The night of the toga party I had gotten up at this point to puke. I had swallowed down seven loads that night. It was a good party. I wasn't anywhere near that tonight. I imagined our trip to Mexico. I would take the three of them at once. I had always wanted to take three at once. Marcus, he was the smallest, he would get my ass. I groaned audibly at the thought.

The night had gone a very different way than I had expected. It was good to be playing again. I drifted back to sleep.