I worked and gyrated my hips beneath Victoria, forcing her tongue inside me and building up my orgasm. Lance responding to Dinah’s and my impending release began to pick up the pace and pounded Victoria in tune with our cries of pleasure. Victoria moaned louder and louder, but I would not let her come up from between my legs. I could sense her orgasm too and the surrounding orgasms made me want to ensure my own. Letting her up for air and risking a setback in the explosion building between my thighs was not going to happen.

  As Dinah moaned with increasing frequency and Victoria’s muffled cries vibrated against my pussy, I joined in the cries of pleasure calling Lance’s name over and over and over as he moved faster and harder to the rhythm of our calls. Dinah cried out and her body trembled violently beside me. As she came, she set off a domino effect as Victoria broke free from my hold and yelled out something unintelligible as she also came. Lance’s stare intensified and he stroked Victoria even harder as she screamed over and over, her elbows now locked and her hand gripping my thighs, tightly bracing herself against his ferocious pounding. My clit tingled from the air that circulated in the space between us. I longed for the caress of her lips. It was then that Dalia maneuvered under Victoria and resumed what Victoria, caught up in the fury of Lance’s thorough dicking, could no longer sustain.

  Dalia’s tongue found my core and without any second guessing picked up the pace knowing exactly what to do. Lance’s body began to shift, which let me know he was close too and as his body bucked and Victoria continued to moan, her head now slumped and her thick mane of hair covering her face and also resting on Dalia’s back, Lance began to call my name.

  “Emily, Emily, Emily…” he cried in sync with each thrust and the next thing I know my back was bowed and the sensation between my legs became so severe I began to back away from the buildup that felt like a gathering storm.

  Lance cried out my name one last time and withdrew his massive cock from Victoria, whose grip on my thighs slacked and almost collapsed on top of Dalia. Lance stroked himself once, then twice, and then a jet of cum shot out from his engorged head and covered Victoria’s ass. The sight of it made me cum, and I called his name as the explosion took me and my legs and arms flailed from the nuclear detonation that had occurred. Dalia pulled away from me moving out the way to allow Victoria the opportunity to collapse on the floor. Everything went white and I felt like I was levitating off the bed. The last thing I registered before I momentarily lost my sight was Lance shambling near me and Dalia going toward the male who was behind Lance.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Lance

  MY EYES ROLLED up into the back of my head as I screamed out Emily’s name. As my body bucked and my cum showered Victoria, it took everything in me to remain upright. Thankfully, DeShawn released me as the sensation of his finger and tongue along with my orgasm was too much to bear. To this day, I still can’t remember who stood or sat where as I sought out the bed shambling over to Emily near collapse. Everything was a blur. My body and vision seemed to fade away as thoughts of Emily took over my mind. Emily pushing me to thrust deeper inside of Victoria as she undulated her hips and called out my name while holding Victoria in place between her thighs excited me in ways words cannot ever describe. The way Victoria’s pussy fit around me and pulsed with the sensation of an imminent orgasm was the icing on the cake.

  Although I was technically fucking Victoria, it felt as if it were Emily and in that shared experience between us, I knew then that, however, the rest of the night played out, whenever it was all over, somehow me and Emily had to hook up on a more permanent basis. Crazy that it took me sexing strangers and pushing the envelope of my sexuality in the process, but it is what it is. In that time, in the moment of clarity, we shared a bond that was more than any I think two people ever could.

  I made my way to the bed and lay beside Emily. She lay there, her chest rising and falling, her eyes closed shut, and her body twitching every so often. I curled into her wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into my body until we were spooning.

  “Lance,” she mumbled and I kissed her on the back of her neck too weak to make a sound.

  I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I woke to the sound of moaning and my eyelids slowly lifted and narrowed into slits as sunlight threatened to blind me. Emily stirred a little but was sound asleep as I propped myself up on one elbow and opened my eyes, this time carefully.

  We were covered in a black silk sheet, and as my eyes adjusted to the light I could tell that it was early morning. Sunrise couldn’t have been that long before. I couldn’t believe we spent the night as it was definitely not part of the plan nor, according to the rules, was it supposed to be possible.

  I trained my sight on what was before me and felt my dick stir from the scene. Victoria lay on her back with her legs wrapped around the waist of the big, bald, black, body builder. One of the twins straddled her mouth while Victoria worked her with her tongue. The obsidian hulk slowly stroked Victoria as the twin leaned back against him as they made out and he cupped her breasts. Near them DeShawn’s ass was tightly knit together as he pounded away at the other twin as she rested her head on her arms, ass thrust out and giving DeShawn the perfect angle to go balls deep into her open pussy. She looked back at me and smiled as DeShawn gripped her waist and their bodies moved back and forth with his every stroke. Damn, he was getting it in and watching the male perform got me rock hard.

  My erection was pressed against Emily’s ass and I bit my bottom lip hard from the sensation and the sights before me. We were apparently all that were left from the party. Although there were seven of us in the same room, the low moaning, sounds of flesh meeting, and the hazy light of the early morning sun gave the room an ambiance that made everything seem intimate and special.

  On cue as that thought entered my mind, I felt Emily against me, her body slowly and seductively moving against me. She pressed her ass into my hard erection and I looked down and her pretty blue eyes met my own.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Emily

  THE SOUNDS OF sex brought me out of a deep sleep, which I wasn’t even aware had happened and as I came to I felt a long, hard cock pressed against me and my eyes fluttered open. The early morning light threatened to blind me, and I instinctively turned away and looked up at the owner of the cock who lay beside me. My entire body almost leapt with excitement as I looked up at Lance, whose gaze I followed toward the source of the sex.

  I could see why he was transfixed at the bodies across from us. The tangle of bodies was engaged in a lustful artistry that instantly made me wet and called to mind the previous night’s adventure. I was loosely aware of the fact that we had spent the night and I didn’t care. In that moment all that mattered was the way my body felt and the warmth of Lance’s body beside me.

  My body, with a mind of its own, pressed in closer to him and I began to maneuver my hips allowing his very hard and very long cock to press into my ass. My heart pounded from the feel of him and the thought of what it would be like to have him inside me. I looked into his face again and he looked down at me. His hazel eyes sparkled with lustful promise and I almost came from that alone. Lance leaned into me and I into him and our lips met.

  We kissed each other slowly and methodically our tongues parting each other’s lips with deliberate and careful sensuality that conveyed much more than what we were both about to do. The passion of his kiss and the gentle caress of his hand as he moved it along my side, down to my hips, on my ass, and finally to my breasts electrified my body and let me know that he wanted much more than sex and I did too.

  Our lips disengaged and I whispered his name. Lance responded by placing his soft lips behind my ear and using the tip of his tongue to lightly stroke my neck. The shiver he sent down my spine cause me to arch my back even more and lift my ass into his cock, grinding it even more. Lance then reached down and gripping my thigh with a delicious strength that made me catch my breath in my throat, parted my legs just enough so that he could then angle his body and, grabbing himself, placed the head of his cock at the entrance of my moist core.

  I didn’t breathe as I braced myself against the press of the blunt tip as it slowly parted my lips and he slid himself into me. He gripped my thigh tightly and pushed himself deeper and deeper and deeper into me filling me up to capacity and into a depth I had never known. I became wet and my body welcomed him inside me. It felt so damn good. Lance released my thigh. My leg feeling the friction of my semi-closed thighs with him alone was enough to make me cum.

  My body moved up and down his shaft slowly and deliberately as I came and came in a series. Lance calmly held me close to him and kissed my neck with his moist lips.

  I called his name in breathless repetition, which seemed to go on forever as my body continued to cum beneath him. Lance cusped my breast and his thumb and forefinger teased my hard nipple as I continued to writhe and cum. Finally, my body calmed down and I turned my head toward him and, using my free arm, pulled his lips to mine. I kissed him deeply and passionately with a possession of a long-lost lover and in truth in the moment, everything that had happened before faded away as if it had never existed at all.

  Even the sounds of the orgasms being released in loud cries of ecstasy around us faded away to little more than background noise. It was just Lance and I and it felt right. Lance broke our kiss and stared at me hungrily. My heart began to beat faster.

  “Emily,” he called, his voice low and groggy.

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he growled. Then, he parted my thighs once more, slowly withdrew several inches of his rock hard cock from my creamy center, leaving plenty behind, and then after a powerful thrust that made my entire body quake from the pain and pleasure of having being filled to capacity, he repeatedly pounded my pussy with an flurry of blows that made me gush for him like I never had. He worked me completely and thoroughly with consummate salvos that made me cry aloud until I lost my voice.

  “Lance, Lance, Lance, Lance, oh Lance, Lance, oh my God, Lance, shit Lance! Fuck me, Lance, Lance, Lance, oh shit, Lance…” I yelled, screamed, and called over and over and over as he did exactly as he promised. He fucked me. It was amazing.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Full Circle

  I DON’T THINK I’ll ever be able to approach sex the same and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Emily and I left the party later that morning after a brief shower, and we barely spoke. I’d like to think it was the weight of all that happened that weighed our thoughts down on the drive back to her place and, judging by her expression, as she stared out the window, maybe I was right. One thing’s for certain, I didn’t know if I’d ever do something like that again. Yeah it was great, felt amazing, and took me to heights I may never reach again, but as crazy as it sounds, I’m sorta cool with the whole one and done thing. Leave it as a memory. That way, I won’t let a possible less exciting future experience tarnish and ruin the damn thing in my mind. Emily? Well I wanted to tell her that I’d like to see her again like in a one on one thing, but as she reached for the door handle when the car stopped, I lost my nerve. Our eyes met and cautious smiles were exchanged, but nothing else. I’m such a fucking coward. I wanted to tell her that I had a great time, ask her if I could call her, anything other than the “see you at work” that slipped passed my lips. Emily gave me a polite nod and closed the door. We have a shift together tomorrow, and I’ve been trying to gather the courage to tell her exactly how I feel since then, but I have a feeling that I’m going to wimp out. Shit, I’m bitching out again; you’d think I was in love or something. I’m not even going to lie; it sure as hell feels that way.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Emily

  I HAD NEVER known pleasure like that before. Lance inside me was Earth shattering. It was as if the entire night leading up to our bodies becoming one was just a warm up. We connected on so many levels. Our bodies were in tune and in synch as if we had been having sex together for a long time. I came multiple times as he held me in his embrace and I called his name. Lance was gentle and patient, his touches soft and kisses deep and passionate. We made love and it felt so right. Which is why I’m certain there was so much distance between us as we made our way home. The gravity of what had transpired weighed me down and kept me lost in thought the entire car ride. What did it all mean and what would happen next? Lance and I parted awkwardly, neither of us brave enough to share what was within. I wanted to tell him that I’d love to see him again and that if he could get past the previous night, that maybe we could think about getting serious, but I didn’t have the heart to put my emotions on the table. My apprehension stemmed from my fear that he would see me as nothing more than a friend with benefits, even though I knew deep down our bodies said that I was wrong. To be honest, whatever he asks of me next, I’d be willing to accept as long as we can recreate our time together, but next time alone, having an entire night to ourselves. The thought of being able to climb atop Lance and sliding him deep within me and riding him until I explode and him once again behind me cupping my breasts with one hand and holding up my thigh with the other as he fills me and whispers sweet nothings in my ear, has me overflowing with excitement as I await our next shift together. One way or another, I’m going to let Lance know how I feel and we will be together again. I just hope that when we do, my heart is right when it tells me that what Lance and I have is much more than sex.

 

 

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