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  My heart was racing, and I was so excited to have him inside me. I needed to be fucked hard to clear my mind, and this guy looked equipped to do the job.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said in my ear and his tongue came out and entered.

  “Oh fuck,” was my response as my eyes closed.

  He was fucking my ear with his tongue, and I was losing my shit. When I opened my eyes, his wife was unbuttoning his shirt. The man’s hand came over my breasts and squeezed then rubbed my nipple through the thin fabric. I needed to get out of my clothes fast. My halter top was a breeze to remove but I pulled it down to around my waist instead, allowing my breasts to become free. As his wife removed his shirt, he lost his patience at the sight of my breasts and went after them. He took one in his mouth and started sucking. I pulled back so I could see my breast in his mouth and I was leaking like crazy.

  The brunette finally got his shirt off and went for his pants. He released my breast and quickly got out of them, and I could not believe the size cock that pointed at me. His wife was very helpful and held the waist of my leather pants and pulled it off despite my wish to only have it down below my ass. Once I was naked, the rush I felt and the euphoria of getting fucked for everyone to see was so overwhelming and overpowering that my body became electrified. I was on fire, and I tingled in excitement.

  I laid back on the sofa and opened my legs wide for the couple to see me bare and needy.

  “Oh fuck! You are so wet,” the woman said and was about to put her fingers on my pussy, but I held her hand and pulled it away like I had always done because I was not into women...except one.

  The man, at the encouragement of his wife, lowered his head between my legs and started licking my pussy. She held the back of his head and forced him into me while she said something to him that I could not hear. His tongue felt amazing, and I started working my hips as he ate my pussy. I looked around the room and very few people still had on all their clothes. There was a woman who had two men fucking her at the same time. One was on top and the other beneath her. The sight was doing some serious damage to my brain as I watched both dicks go in and out of her.

  I needed this man inside me right now. I also felt like I could take two because my mind was going numb from pleasure.

  “Fuck me,” I said and because the music to the room was cut so we could enjoy the sounds of pleasure, they could hear me.

  “You want my husband to put his cock inside you,” the woman said and just the way she spoke made me want to cum before it even went in.

  “Yes. Get inside me,” I commanded the man and he held me by the legs and pulled me toward him.

  He took his cock and beat it against my wet pussy.

  “Yes, get that dick nice and wet,” his wife said as she broke the condom pack open.

  She quickly slipped the condom on then took his dick and rubbed it against my clit.

  “You want me to watch you fuck another woman? Huh? You shouldn’t be fucking any other pussy but mine,” she said as she rubbed it up and down my slit. “You want me to watch my husband’s cock go in and out of another woman’s pussy.”

  He pulled her hand away and grabbed her by the hair.

  “Look at it! Look at my dick going deep inside her. Watch me fuck a stranger,” he said and slowly sunk his cock inside me.

  “Fuuuuuuck!” I cried out as he pushed to the hilt.

  He stayed still for a while, except for his cock twitching deep inside me.

  “Your pussy feels so good,” he said them pulled to the tip and rammed it deep inside me.

  “Fuck that pussy, baby,” his wife said as she held one leg for him. “Oh my God. Yes. Fuck her.”

  The talking was driving me inside as the man pounded my pussy furiously. I looked to my left and a woman was getting her throat fucked so close to me. There was so much sex going on that it would be difficult to keep my orgasm from erupting inside me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cock that was going in and out of my pussy. I felt a mouth on my breasts and opened my eyes because I thought it was the brunette who didn’t get the message that I didn’t want her. However, it was another man. I held his head down on my breasts and the feeling of him sucking my breast deep into his mouth while the other fucked me was more than I could handle.

  My orgasm refused to wait.

  “I’m gonna cum on his dick! I’m gonna cum on his fucking dick!” I cried out.

  “Fuck the cum out of her!” his wife said. “Make her pussy cum!”

  The breast sucked harder, the pussy fucked faster, I was shaking, then an explosion. My body went into shock! It became too much for the guy, and he too could not hold back.

  “I’m fucking cumming! Get on your fucking knees,” he said but my eyes were in the back of my head so I couldn’t see what was going it, but I felt him pull out.

  My hand went to my pussy because the fire was still there although I already came. I sat up just as he was emptying the last of his cum on his wife’s lips. He reached for a towel and handed it to her then came up to me and gave me a quick kiss on my lips.

  “You didn’t disappoint,” he said and smiled then took his wife’s hand and walked away.

  I was about to sit up when I realized that the guy who was sucking my breast was standing with his dick in his hand ready to go. I thought about whether I should take a break but decided against it. There was so much pleasure still trapped inside that I could not satisfy and needed another dick to get to it. I opened my legs and he smiled.

  He laid on top of me missionary style and I wrapped my legs around him. I felt him guide his cock to my entrance and slowly sank it in deep. He wanted to kiss me, but I turned my head away. I only needed his cock so I held his ass and brought him deeper inside me.

  “Fuck my pussy,” I said and he obliged.

  He started ramming his pole earnestly, and I cried out in pleasure. I felt like my old self; always horny and always getting fucked.

  “Look over there,” he said and turned my head to the woman was getting throat-fucked earlier. “That’s my girlfriend. We are getting married in a week, and look at what that guy is doing to her mouth.”

  “Yes, but your cock is inside me.”

  “True. Where is your guy?”

  “Don’t have one,” I said.

  “What an amazing life you have. Just fucking whoever the hell you want. No one to answer to.”

  “You’re doing the same and you have a girlfriend,” I said as he slowly worked his cock inside me.

  “But she calls the shots. Turn around,” he commanded and I got on my knees.

  Once I did that, I was looking at a white pussy being fucked by a black cock. It was a beautiful sight and at that moment I saw a black woman’s leg hanging to the side of the sofa. It was then that I realized that the white girl was eating the pussy of a black girl who was clearly the man’s wife or girlfriend. The black girl was screaming at having her pussy eaten.

  My pussy was being pounded hard and a woman was being fucked right in front of my face. I dared not look around the room because I would cum so hard. My eyes made it to my fucker’s fiancée and she saw me and pulled away from the cock she was sucking. She walked towards us, and I was surprised when I saw her head to the couple who was fucking the white girl in front of me. The fiancée laid on her back and slid between the legs of the black man and the white girl and started licking the pussy that was being fucked.

  I started ramming back hard against the cock because the sight was causing the pressure of a volcano to build me. Her pussy was opened right in my face, and I looked at the moisture that covered it. If it were Shannon’s, I would be all over it, but this was not the one I wanted. The thought of Shannon caused the build-up of my orgasm to subside a bit, but when I saw the fiancée with her lips wrapped around the cock that was fucking the girl, my orgasm reignited and I could not stop it this time.

  “Look at her,” my fucker said. “She is such a fucking whore.”

  “You love watching her
get nasty?” I asked as I rammed back against his cock.

  “I love it. I love watching another man fuck her pussy hard like I’m fucking you right now.”

  “I’m gonna cum on your dick…”

  “Look at her! Fucking look!” he shouted as we were about to cum.

  I looked at what he was showing me and his girlfriend had taken the cock from the woman’s pussy and was sucking it dry.

  “Fuuuuuck!” we both cried out and she must have identified her man’s voice among all the screams because she let go of the dick she was sucking and rushed behind me to her man.

  “Yes! Suck my balls let me cum inside her pussy…”

  I shook as his girlfriend watched him rammed my hole, fucking my orgasm out of me. My orgasm erupted and my screams could be heard across the room. All this wild sex was making me compressed into a ball of fire then exploded with pleasure. After an orgasm that lasted an eternity, the guy pulled his cock out of me and I collapsed on the sofa. I took a while to get my breathing back to semi-normal, and I was sure when I opened my eyes they would be gone, however, his girlfriend was sitting on his lap and they were both smiling at me.

  I sat up and rested my head on my arm that was over the backrest of the sofa.

  “You are so beautiful,” the girl said with a smile.

  “So are you,” I said as I looked at her perfect breasts with their pink areola. “So I hear you are getting married in a week.”

  “Yes. I’m so excited. It will be a private wedding. It is like nothing you have ever seen,” she laughed when she realized that she had no idea what I have seen. “I can almost guarantee you have never seen anything like this.”

  “What makes it different?”

  “It will be an erotic wedding?”

  “Erotic wedding?”

  “Yes. There will be about twenty…,” she said then looked to her man. “Twenty-five people. Right?”

  “Sounds right.”

  “Does that include your family?” I had to ask.

  “Oh no. I have no family. They kicked me out when they realized that I wanted to have sex with everyone, anywhere, any time.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. The best thing that ever happened to me. Now I’m free. My name is Jenna, by the way. This is Lester.”

  “Nice to meet you both. I’m Arien.”

  “Pretty name,” Jenna said. “You should come to our wedding. I like you.”

  “So do I, but what I don’t like is our guest number rising from twenty to twenty-six,” Lester said with a smile.

  “Shut up,” she laughed and he joined in.

  “We would love for you to experience this wedding, Arien. You have never seen anything like it, and you won’t see anything like it again.”

  “I would love to,” I said because I did not want to be told about this second hand. I needed to see this wedding for myself.

  “I will give you my number before you leave because I have no idea where my clothes are. If you lose me, I will leave my number with Heidi. She’s my friend.”

  “Really? Cool,” I said, a little more excited because Mia and Heidi were also friends so they were not complete strangers.

  “All these good dicks going to waste. I’m going to take care of some of them. See you later,” she said and dragged Lester along to watch.

  I looked around the room and inside me was still burning because only Shannon was capable of releasing the sexual tension that was buried deep inside me. I wished I was able to just enjoy my night without her name popping up in my head. I decided to just give sex a break and just watch what was going on around me. In the far right of the large room were two men fucking and that was not a very common sight. It was exciting to see one bent over and the other pounding him from behind. I started rubbing my clit, but I did not even take off before a guy walked over to me. I was in for a long night, and I welcomed it because it would help to cure me of Shannon. Sex was my therapy and it was in abundance tonight. I would fuck until the last man left the room.

  Chapter 10

  This was my fourth attempt at waking up this morning, and for some reason, I was not able to make it out of bed. Lynn had called to ask for any updates to my schedule and I meant to tell her about the wedding I got invited to last night, but I could not get the words out. With one eye barely opened, I looked at the clock for the fourth time. It was almost two in the afternoon. This was a full twelve hours since I came home, and was dying from thirst and hunger. My belly started to make sounds that were not normal and I needed to sit up, but I did not have the strength.

  Between my legs felt sore and was throbbing from all the sex I had last night. Even the twenty minutes I sat in the tub of warm water did very little to soothe the ache. I was used to having a lot of sex and did not get hurt from it, but last night I demanded to be fucked hard because I wanted to keep Shannon out of my head. I wanted to show me that I could take my life back to the way it was before she came along and I would still be happy. I went crazy last night trying to drive this woman who had consumed me out of my mind. I was never embarrassed about how wild I got at a party because I really didn’t give a fuck, but since I met Shannon, I was becoming more aware of the things I did and what was happening around me.

  I sat up in bed, finally having the strength to get out, powered by the anger that was creeping up inside me. I was angry at myself and ashamed of who I was. This was no way to live, and I was no different from addicts who use drugs to escape their problems. I sighed as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I was naked because I was too tired to get dressed after my bath last night. I put on a pair of panties, shorts, and a tank top then brushed my hair. I took another look in the mirror and instead of feeling the pride I always felt in my beauty, I was ashamed of the woman looking back at me.

  There was no purpose reflecting in my eyes, and there was no happiness. I thought after a night of doing the things I enjoyed most, then morning would bring the usual smile on my face, instead, my eyes lost their glow and I was lonely. I was sad. I held my chest as the ache I felt after Shannon left returned. I held my top in a fist at my chest and I pressed hard, forcing myself to breathe. I fell to the floor in anguish because I would no longer be the same. I was ruined. Love destroyed me.

  I let myself go so that I could cry as loud as I needed to in order to relieve my heart of the pain. No amount of sex could cure me. No matter how dirty and how wild the sex, no matter the number of men I slept with, nothing could save me. Only Shannon could. But she belonged to someone else, so how was I to ever be better. I did not see a way out of this predicament I found myself in because the woman I fell in love with could never be mine, therefore, I had no interest in seeing her again. I needed to stay as far away from her as possible and hope that time would help me heal, but whatever I was doing to keep her out of my mind would no longer work. It made me feel worse.

  Falling in love with Shannon had fundamentally changed me and now I was left to face the life I had lived. I felt unclean. I felt unworthy of the opportunities that were granted to me that I have not used to make my life better or anyone else’s. For the first time, I felt like I did not want to live. I wanted to die and start my life over because so much I would do differently. I took off the clothes I had just put on and rushed into the shower. I washed my body over and over with water so hot that it was almost unbearable, but I could not get the feeling of being sexed out of my body. Inside my vagina was still tender, but I did not want to feel it. I did not want to be reminded of the things I did.

  “Shannon!” I cried and fell to my knees as the water beat down on me.

  I needed her to hold me. She was the only one who could tell me that everything was going to be OK and I believe it. But I could not have her around me because she would have to leave to go home to her husband and my pain will start all over again.

  The water on my back started to burn, so I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I wrapped my hair in a smaller one and
went into the bedroom, trying my best to avoid all mirrors. I went into the kitchen to find something to eat, despite no longer feeling hungry. The tears were still flowing, and all I ended up having, was a cup of black coffee. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as the tears dripped onto the glass. I wanted to feel better, but I did not know how to. I could call the girls, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone.

  My phone started ringing and it was Lynn.

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “Hi...Miss Todd, are you OK?” she asked with concern in her voice.

  “I’m fine, Lynn,” I said and I knew she would not believe because she had never heard me like this before. “What’s up?”

  “Mia asked me to save the date for a wedding invitation you received last night from Jenna and Lester…”

  “Ignore that. I’m not going.”

  “Oh...OK. Sh-should I tell Mia?”

  “Yes.”

  “OK. Is there anything I can do for you?”

  “I’m sure there is, but I can’t think about that at the moment. I will call you back or check in with me,” I said as I walked over to the window to look out into the lush garden.

  “OK, Miss Todd. I’ll call you later.”

  “Bye, Lynn,” I said and disconnected the call.

  As I look out into the beautiful sunlit garden, I felt like a new page in my life was about to turn. I was not happy with who I was, and no one could help me get to a place where I would be satisfied with this life I chose to live. I needed to get away for a while. I picked up my phone and called Lynn.

  “Hello, Miss Todd.”

  “Lynn, I need to get away for a few days. Contact my travel agent and arrange something. Someplace far away.”

  “Like out of the country?”

  “Yes,” I responded.

  “Do you have any idea where you would like to go?”