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A Taste of What’s To Come, Part 6C
I’m afraid to use a cliche, but I must say, it was an unforgettable night. Sometimes, to be fair, cliches are rooted in truth. That evening at 727 Sycamore was the embodiment of something cliched, yet true, and therefore, worth writing about. Write what you know, as a legend once said.
After the ass-fucking and eating fest that ensued earlier, the late evening arrived and the girls, myself included, were winding down.
But he wasn’t.
It was eleven at night and a few of us were resting on the couch, reading some magazines. Zoe was filing her nails. Elisa was cuddled up next to me. Deisha was leaning against the kitchen island having some water. Some of the girls were napping. I was deep in an interview with Jennifer Lawrence, when suddenly I heard a sound. I look up and see Deisha’s water cup shaking, her boobs jiggling, her body thrusting and her mouth gaping open as he was behind her, pounding her pussy and slapping her cheeks with his thighs. She didn’t even have a moment to put down her cup of water. But before you knew it, he pulled out of her, took a sip from her cup, and continued on his way, walking around the room and chatting with someone else. Deisha went back to her water. It was all so casual. That fact alone turned me on so much. No wonder he was able to write the stories he wrote.
Nevertheless one’s eyes must become heavy at one point or another. Elisa had migrated to a sleeping bag on the ground, and when that rooster crowed, or rather, snored loud enough for the rest of us to hear, Deisha said she was calling it a night and the rest of the girls started to get ready for bed. The fact that they all had their pajamas and sleeping bags and pillows, the fact that this night was pre-arranged with such detail, was one more turn-on that I couldn’t forget. Who plans to eat ass on a Friday evening?
I scooted myself inside the sleeping bag with my cuddle buddy Elisa. With my partially closed eyes I noticed that Ananya arranged her sleeping bag next to mine. A voice in me said to wake up and chat it up with this girl. But I was also intimidated. So I closed my eyes and did what any normal person would do, pretended to be asleep. I heard someone approach.
“Dessert?” he whispered to her.
With an even fainter whisper she said, “Yeah.”
So like a totally normal person, I opened my eyes just beyond the crest of my eyelashes, expecting to see him give her a cookie or a clean slice of red velvet cake. What I saw instead wasn’t even close to clean. He entered her sleeping bag, where his outline got on top of her outline, as she had her stomach to the ground. I could see the bottom half of the sleeping bag rise up for just a moment, then sink back down as they both sighed. I closed my eyes and could hear subtle rustlings. When I peaked, there was the most faint of undulations towards the bottom half of the bag, rising ever so slightly and sinking back down the same. There was also a soft rhythm of breathing on both of their ends. I was starting to get wet.
And that’s when I heard her whisper to him, “Let me fart on it.”
And that’s when I became even more wet.
“Careful,” he said.
My eyes were still closed. But I could still hear the rustlings. Then, in unison, their breathing stopped. I took a peak and could see Ananya’s face scrunching just a bit. His mouth was slightly agape, as he looked down to something he couldn’t actually see. Then he sighed and whispered “oooh it's warm”, and the undulations subsided and she giggled just a bit. I looked again as he aggressively swayed his hips in a near circular motion, like he was digging for something. And that’s when he whispered, “I think it’s ready.”
Needless to say I was dripping at this point. Elisa was still snoring, which actually helped drown out the noises for pretty much everyone else but myself. I was the lone audience member, watching Ananya slink like a caterpillar into the sleeping bag, head disappearing, now a mound underneath the covers, squirming more south by the second. The mound stopped down below. His head flung back with pleasure and I closed my eyes to the symphony of sucking noises just beyond where I slept. It sure was the dirtiest lullaby I could imagine because before you knew it, I had passed out. Nighty night.
I slept tight and didn’t let the bed bugs bite, that is until I woke up at 3 in the morning with a strong urge to pee. I tiptoed around everything and everyone and found the hallway beyond the door. Deisha had told me the bathroom was at the other end of the hallway, but with my eyes half-closed and everything dark, I could barely tell the walls from the floor. Luckily I could see a sliver of light at the bottom of a door 100 feet directly in front of me, and I made my way to the entrance.
Write what you know, that’s what he said. It seems at this moment more appropriate than ever to tell you what I know.
What I know is that when I reached for the handle, I heard a noise. Someone was in there. In fact there was definitely more than one. It was him, for sure, because I could hear the deep timbre of an “ughhh” as the voice of a girl simultaneously went “ohhh.” My curiosity was perking up, but something told me to wait. So I pressed my ear against the door. First off, there was a rhythmic scratching noise that dominated the soundscape. Beyond that, was the now familiar sequence of “ughhh” and “ohhh”, which I’m pretty sure was belonging to Mandy. They were fucking alright, that’s for sure. What was interesting was that there was a decent gap between each time they said it. They seemed to be taking their time. I imagined that he was probably going into her all the way, slowly but surely, until his balls slapped against her and he couldn’t go in anymore. My need to pee subsided. Instead I was simply very horny.
But as I listened more attentively, beyond the scratching and beyond the “ughhh” and “ohhh”, there was one other clear sound happening in sequence as well. I suppose I could best describe it as a “bleghhh”. It was quiet and perky and a bit high-pitched, and it was most definitely happening after each “ughhh” and “ohhh”. The images were falling into place. Everything was becoming clearer. There had to be a second girl there. Him and Mandy weren’t necessarily fucking slow and balls-deep. He was fucking her and getting head from the second girl.
It’s funny how our minds work. I don’t think they function in such an orderly and clear way like our words do when we express ourselves. So even though I was realizing piece-by-piece what was happening behind closed doors, it really all fell into place instantly. And that recognition of what I thought to be true hit me all at once, and most importantly, made me wet. Knowing him, he was fucking Mandy’s dirty ass, and feeding it to the other girl. And as that narrative came into clarity, I listened and it all added up. It made complete sense.
1. He dipped into her ass and moaned “ughhh.”
2. She took the cock in her ass and moaned “ohhh.”
3. The other girl opened her mouth and received his Mandy-ass-covered-cock to the sound of “bleghhh.”
But what the hell was that scratching?
Regardless, I was ready to make an entrance. I thought of barging in and yelling gotcha. I thought of playing dumb and walking in by surprise. But I thought of one other idea that turned me on the most. I knew that the second girl was receiving ass from his cock. What I’d do is I’d open the door, lock the door, not saying a single word, head slightly to my right (because I could tell that’s where she was in the lighting of the bathroom), and lock lips with her immediately. And I’d do it quietly and confidently, as if I was there the whole time. Nothing to see here folks, just back to business. Don’t mind me.
I took a breath, turned the handle, and stepped in.
In that moment, my eyes caught the entire scene in peripherals but not details. I could see a body on all fours. I could see another body slightly behind that body, mounting. I could see the body to the right. And there was another body! It was perched on the corner seat of the bathtub to the far right. But nevermind the exact details yet. I could resolve that later. All within a blur of a couple seconds, I closed the door behind me, slid down on my knees right up to the body to the right and locked lips with her, eyes closed. Oh, it was the taste of ass, alright. And she whimpered an endearing “mmm” as I swirled tongues with her, licking up the naughty nectar for myself!
I smiled and opened my eyes, which resolved into clarity onto the dark hair, large eyes, the slender face, the cute button nose, and even cuter freckles of Margo.
My mouth dropped.
He was indeed fucking Mandy in her dirty asshole. And he was feeding it to Mandy’s little sister. And Ananya, surprise surprise, was in the corner, rubbing herself and watching it all unfold.
And I just tasted ass with Margo. What.the.actual.fuck.
A fire started to build up within. One, admittedly, that happens on my best writing days as well. But this was beyond. The fire gained force and swept through my insides as my eyes and heart and soul started to rage with fury over the awfulness I had suddenly become a part of. And it all happened at once. My mouth opened and I was about to scream and Margo slammed her hand onto my words, cupping my rage and silencing me.
“It’s not what you think,” she said.
Those words took me aback. Not because of their content. But because of the way that she said it, in that same deadpan way she had talked to me earlier in the night. Those words, however, carried more weight now with that delivery, and it almost seemed like it was a joke to little innocent Margo.
I managed to remove her hand and nearly yell a “Are you fucking ding me???” before I was cupped and silenced again.
I reached over and punched him in the balls. And that’s when Ananya stood up, stared into my soul, and spoke calmly and quietly.
“She’s 18,” she said.
I looked at him as he held his stomach, grimacing, yet able to give me a nod of approval. He slumped over Mandy and rolled onto his side on the linoleum floor, grimacing some more. Mandy turned around.
“Listen,” she said, “she’s not--”
“No, you listen!” I said. “You can’t just...I, I mean, she’s your--”
“She’s NOT,” Mandy said. “She’s not my biological sister.” She put her hands up. “It’s a long story but the short version is that she was adopted into the family.”
I slumped my butt onto the cold linoleum. “But she looks--”
“Yeah, I know,” said Mandy. “People look like each other. It’s a coincidence.”
I looked down and then back up at everyone. “But isn’t that--”
Margo put her hand on my shoulder. Her deadpan voice raised a few octaves: “Can you please, please please just shut up for one second.” I just stared at her, my mouth anticipating another cupping. “Please,” she said. “Sorry. I shouldn’t tell you to shut up. But please, Heather. Please. Just listen.”
I tried to breathe myself into a calmer state. What I tried to do was keep an open mind. It was admittedly a little easier after the debauchery just hours earlier. You share some ass amongst a group of strangers and everything becomes a bit relative. Go figure.
“I do NOT want to get into the details. I don’t know you,” said Margo. “But trust me, trust us. What you’re ASSUMING is not correct.”
Ananya walked over and got on her knees next to me. “It’s not.”
It took a little convincing, but the group talked me down from the metaphorical ledge. And that’s when Ananya said, “But let’s be fair, here. If you want to play the morality police, she is just 18. But that’s as of...who’s got the time?”
“Earlier tonight,” said Margo. I raised an eyebrow.
“Listen, Heather,” said Mandy. “You don’t know her. But you have to trust me when I say that, short of Ananya…” as Ananya gave a slight left to right nod, “she is the kinkiest one of the bunch.”
“Yep,” said Margo. “And all I was doing was opening up my birthday present!” She leaned in to me with her face just inches from mine. “Is that too much to ask?”
“I...suppose not,” I said.
Ananya rubbed my shoulders. “I know Mandy and Margo. Trust me. In time you’re going to realize how innocent this is. Don’t you want to be a part of it right now and finish off our celebration with us?” I looked down at myself to a bit of a surprise, to the sight of my hand rubbing myself. How long had that been going on?
“I think that answers that,” said Margo.
I apologized to him. As my new reality set in, my excitement began to build yet again. The others in the room recognized it. Ananya moved back to the bathtub. Mandy got back on all fours. Margo looked at him with those incredible innocent eyes and deadpanned the line, “Feed me my sister’s ass off of your fucking hard cock.”
He sprung forth to life, almost like a cartoon character. While he mounted Mandy from behind, I scooted back up to Margo, who turned to me and said, “Little 18 year old teenage girls like sucking shit juice from a cock, too.” Ananya started rubbing herself violently.
I looked at her and said, “Well, how would you know?”
She stared at me and said, “Because I’ve been doing it to myself for years.”
I got wetter. He groaned and shoved his cock in Mandy and started pounding her. Margo didn’t break eye contact with me, despite the incredibly sexy sight right in front of her. Her stare was as intense as Ananya’s.
“You wanna know something else that’s a bit naughty?” Margo asked. “You wanna know a little secret?”
“What’s that?” I said.
“We got to this bathroom at 11:50. He put his hard fucking throbbing cock in my sister’s butt at 11:55. He pounded her for four minutes straight, until 11:59. Then he pulled it out of her that very minute,” she said. I knew where she was going with this. So I said, “So you waited to legally taste his cock from your sister’s ass at the stroke of midnight?” I chuckled.
“You’re right,” said Margo. “I took his cock in my mouth at the stroke of midnight.”
Ananya was rubbing herself furiously. “Ohhhh yeah that’s right,” she said. “She took his dirty cock at midnight. And then he starting fucking her pussy and asshole right after that. Right.fucking.after.that!” He was clearly listening, because he started thrusting into Mandy with an equal fury and pulled his cock out and Margo grabbed it by the base.
Margo leaned into me with whiffs of naughtiness between us. “But the thing is,” she said, “I was born at 2 in the morning.”
She took his cock and sunk it all the way into the back of her throat, and he thrusted into her face as she stared at me with those large eyes which watered as he continued to pound ass flavors into the depths of her throat. Margo cooed and Ananya’s ferocious rubbing turned into climaxing gyrations. Margo pulled the cock out of her throat and we made out.
“Fuck, you girls are nuts,” he said. “I’m gonna come any minute.”
Margo looked at me as her shitty saliva dribbled down her flat chest. “I guess it’s time for dessert then.”
I was going insane with how equally wrong and hot all of it was. I didn’t care at that point. There comes a point where all logic and reason and thought goes out the window, especially when you’re in the middle of a total fuck fest of insanity like we were on that linoleum floor that very moment. But I DID have the smarts to recognize a pattern when I saw one. They weren’t talking about actual dessert.
“You’re not talking about actual dessert,” I said.
Mandy laughed. “You’re gonna fit in with us real well,” she said.
“Except in this case, you’re wrong,” said Margo. “We’re going to have my favorite, tres leches.”
“Oh!” I said. “I love tres leches.”
“Me too,” said Margo. “It is, you know, my birthday after all.” She let out a cute little laugh.
I smiled and so did everyone else, and in that moment I really did feel comfortable with this fucked-up, beautiful scene I had stumbled upon. Something out of a porn movie. And there was cake, to boot! Mandy got up and gave her sister a little peck, sitting where Ananya once sat. Ananya smiled at me, held my hand for a moment, and sat down on the linoleum on her side. If it was morning I’m sure the birds were chirping and the sun was rising. And there we all were, to celebrate in more ways than one. Ananya scooted on her side so I could see a nice view of the curvature of her ass. He got down on the linoleum floor behind her, slid right up into a spooning position, and slid himself into her asshole smoothly and effortlessly, still groaning mightily upon entry. They started fucking really hard. Margo started licking her lips. Was it only me or was there an elephant in the room? Besides, you know, a guy ass-fucking a gorgous Indian teenager while her friend and newly legal sister sat in the room watching.
“Uh,” I said, “is someone going to get the cake?”
Ananya said, “Tres leches is the best fucking cake.” He started pounding her faster.
Mandy turned to me and said, “Condensed milk is so damn sweet and creamy.” He pounded even faster. He started grunting with every single thrust. Ananya squealed little yips at the same time.
Margo turned to me with a devilish grin. “But the best part of tres leches cake is the cinnamon. Those little specks of brown that really bring it all together.”
Who needs a fucking skyscr if it doesn’t do shit for the story? All you really need is the shit that really matters. That’s the shit worth describing. Don’t dick around. Describe just the essentials.
He pounded her for what had to be at least two thrusts per second. Mandy looked with widened eyes. Margo licked her lips. Ananya reached her arm behind her and grabbed onto his neck as he kept going and going, thrusting and pounding, uhhhh uhhhh uhhh, oooh, oooh, ooohhh. The bathroom smelled like sex and especially ass. He groaned and screamed and thrust one last thrust into Ananya’s gaping asshole, cumming so much that he kept thrusting some more and still cumming, still cumming, for what seemed like a good 30 seconds. Then he pulled out. Ananya got on all fours and spread her ass and backed up into Margo, presenting her with her fully pounded asshole, which was now gaping yet still dripping out thick creamy cum and little brown spots of ass. He had fucked the shit out of Ananya.
“Happy birthday, Margo,” said Ananya.
Margo smiled at her sister, at him, and then at me. She said “thanks everyone” and dove her mouth directly onto Ananya’s asshole, at first licking her dirty tres leches cake on and around Ananya’s rim. And then she pursed her lips completely against Ananya’s butthole, and sucked in deeply. She moaned like an animal. She kept her lips pursed as she pulled away, presented a thick and creamy white and slightly brown concoction to all of us, and then swallowed. Margo squealed with pleasure and clapped her hands as if to say, “Goodee!” She dove back in for a second slurping, finishing off her dessert with a gulp and an exhale. The teenager let out a tiny burp and said “excuse me”, slouching down against the bathroom wall, returning to the image of the girl I first met in the downstairs lobby earlier that night.
Only us in that bathroom could know the dirty truth of it all. But let me provide you with a silver lining. There was much more that happened well after that eventful night. Frankly, that insane, ass-fucking-and-eating night was just a taste of what’s to come.
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