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Trouble always seems to find me. I don' t know what it is, but I am like a magnet to it. I don't have to try, it just always does. This is about one such time.
They moved in a couple months ago. Two beautiful girls, best friends, roommates moved into the flat next to mine. I noticed them of course the first day they moved in, but I keep primarily to myself. During the day I sleep. At night I play in a band for a club. Only nights off are Sunday through Tuesday. I love it. It is my life's dream to be in rock and roll, even if I don't become one of People Magazine's Ten Most Beautiful People ever. A good month passed before I ever came face to face with Trouble.
One Sunday morning I was sleeping, lost in a dream, the night before ending about 5 am. I was pretty exhausted. I had a good hangover too. I woke to the sounds of someone knocking at the door of my flat. "Fuck..." I muttered and pulled the pillow over my head hoping they would go away. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. It persisted. I got up and pulled on my bathrobe, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall, my spikey hair was all over my head and I looked quite a fright. "Good," I thought. Perhaps I would scare them away and they would learn never to knock at my door at 9 am on a Sunday fucking morning.
I opened the door. There stood a gorgeous blonde with hair to her ass, and legs that were silky all the way up to her short shorts. She was smiling a blindingly dazzling smile. My eyes met hers, green eyes clashed to her blue ones. "Oh! Did I wake you?!" She suddenly lost her smile in apology. "Yea.. but its okay." I said. Fuck! What was I saying? It's okay???? Fuck if it was! I could have slapped myself.
"I was wondering if you had any eggs I could borrow, I could pay you back later after the store opens, but I was in the middle of making pancakes and I don't have any eggs." She said.
I could have said no. It would have been simple and easy and Never would have led to any further trouble. "Sure... come on in." I should have slapped myself upside the head.
She cautiously followed me into my flat, not a dump, but not a castle either. A futon for a bed, the kitchen off the living area and a bathroom, small but adequate. The actual bedroom I used for my equipment for the band. Simpler that way. I scrounged bleary eyed into the fridge.
"I am sorry I woke you up..." she looked around the place.
"It's okay, just got to bed three hours ago is all." I said moving the half empty carton of milk aside to reach for the half empty carton of eggs.
"Three hours ago? You party animal!" she teased.
"No, I'm in a band. We play Wednesday through Saturday night at the new nightclub in town." I said, hoping she would realize the days to keep the stereo down and not to bother the guy next door for something lousy like eggs or sugar etc.....
"Cool," she said. "I'll have to come see you. Oh I'm Mandy by the way." She offered her hand to me in greeting. I handed her the eggs.
"Nice to meet you." I didn't offer my name. She took the eggs and with a half smile and a half injured expression headed for the door.
"Sorry again to have woken you up," she said as she slipped out and shut the door behind her. I latched it and tossed my robe to the chair near the door and crawled back under the comforter on the futon. I sank into the overstuffed mattress of the futon and tried to go back to sleep. All I could see in my mind were legs and blonde hair.. "FUCK!" I moaned and headed for the shower.
I dinked around most of the morning, ate a bowl of cornflakes, realized I had run out of milk now and had to make my own trip to the corner market. I shrugged and tossed the now empty milk carton to the trash bin. I sat on the Futon, now made up to a sofa and flipped on the telly. American television on Sunday is boring, newstalk shows, religious shows, infomercials and depending on the time of year, sports. I settle for a football game.. I didn't follow the teams much, but it was noise and noise was company. I half heartedly watched as the guys in green and yellow kicked ass on the guys in black red and white. I ate the cornflakes and lay back dozing now on the futon. Finally a nap, perhaps my groggy brain would get the much needed sleep it craved. I know I am an asshole when I don't get enough sleep.
I don't know how long I dozed.. Couldn't have been too long, the score was the same on the football game, when I heard a "KNOCK KNOCK" on my door for the second time on Sunday. A day no one ever dared to disturb me before. Monday fine, Tuesday great, but Sunday it was safer to let me be, and here it was twice in one day of being woken up. Probly Mandy returning the eggs, I ventured a thought. I ignored the door.
I heard a voice, "Hello?" Knock knock knock.
Grumbling expletives I got up and tossed the empty bowl from my cornflakes on the countertop in the kitchen as I headed for the door. "Just a bloody minute."
I opened the door. A petite redhead. Green eyes and a trail of freckles over her nose. She stood there holding a dozen eggs. Ahhh the roommate, I thought. "Sorry to bother you," she said in a tiny voice. "I was just repaying you the eggs Mandy borrowed..." She hesitantly smiled. I felt my face relax from the scowl it had been in. I must have looked dangerously angry to her by the way she was practically cowering in the hall and holding the eggs so tight I feared she would break them.
"Ah sorry," I said, "If I had known it was a beautiful girl, I would have remembered my manners." I smiled my most charming. "Thought it was one of my bandmates come round to bug me."
She smiled. "You're English." She stated.
"Ah yes," I smiled, and tried to ignore the voice in my head that was sarcastically saying, "We got a real brainy one here boys!"
She held out the eggs to me. I opened the door and offered her to come in. I felt I owed her a little something for having been so rude anyway. "Would you care for some coffee? A soda?" I offered.
"No no that's quite all right," she said. I took the eggs and put them in the fridge.
"You really didn't have to bring me a whole dozen," I said. "Mandy only borrowed about five eggs."
She smiled and shrugged, "Take the rest for the inconvenience..."
"I am sorry I was so gruff," I said. "I'm sure she must have thought I was an asshole. Just Sunday mornings I usually don't get to bed until 5 am or so and so 9 am was barely a couple hours of sleep for me."
"She mentioned you are in a band." She said. "We'll have to make sure to remember not to disturb you on Sundays." She giggled. "I'm Marsha." She offered.
I introduced myself and offered a gentlemanly hand, now feeling fully awake and my stomach was telling me how unsatisfied the cornflakes were. Eggs were beginning to sound pretty good. She took my hand lightly and I realized just how tiny she was. She seemed so petite and her tiny little hands were light and delicate in my own. She had a nice smile also. Not as drop dead gorgeous as her roomie, but somehow that made her seem all the more appealing. Drop dead gorgeous is a bit intimidating to us guys, most women don't realize that. I see a gorgeous blonde versus an average redhead, I am more likely to ask the redhead to dance, rather than risk a turn down from the gorgeous one, who usually, from my experience knows she is hot and acts it too.
"What do you play?" she was asking me.
"Guitar, lead guitar and lead vocals." I said. "We play the Comet four nights a week. You'll have to come see us sometime." I found myself relaxing way too much here. Warning bells went off in my head. Did I just hear myself inviting a girl to a show!??? I just broke one of my own rules. I never invite a girl to a show lest she think she has claim, then they tend to get jealous of the other girls who love to hang on the band and it usually ends up getting ugly.
"I might just have to pop in some time," She smiled. "Well I should let you alone, on your day of rest." she teased. She waggled her dainty fingers at me at the door and I found myself smiling at her like a bleedin lovestruck idiot.
I went to the door to latch it. I heard voices. "What took you so long, I was just coming to find you. Thought maybe the grizzly had eaten you up." Mandy's voice.
"No, I really don't see what you mean. He was quite a gentleman to me... and well about getting eaten up..." both girls giggled and I heard their apartment door close. I smiled to myself. Hrm.
I went to the kitchen to fry me up some runny eggs and toast.
Monday was uneventful. Tuesday was a gorgeous day. I decided to take my guitar out on the balcony and work on some riffs waiting for my two best mates to come by. We were going to work out some new music to some lyrics I had come up with. I left the door to my flat unlocked as usual on Tuesday so they could just come on in. I was pretty absorbed in the music when I looked up to see I had an audience. Mandy.
I nearly jumped, she startled me so. "Oh sorry," She said with a smile. "The door was open, I shouldn't have come on in, but... I heard you playing and didn't want to disturb you..."
"Something I can do for you?" I asked.
"Ummm." She smiled, "Just was listening to you play is all. You sounded great." Her eyes held a look in them I see all the time. Girls just love the guitar. John Lennon said it once. The reason any guy ever starts to play guitar is to get laid. It works. What can I say? I had met her once over eggs and didn't know her at all, but she was here and the look on her face was all for the bedroom.
I stood up and pulled the guitar strap over my head. "Wanna try?" She nodded and I slipped the strap over her head praying the guys would be late today. I could hear the jokes, the teasing that would plague me for days and days about letting a girl touch my guitar. I helped her with the guitar, and enjoyed the opportunity of physical contact it provided. One of my most overused ploys actually in seduction, the fake guitar lesson. I helped her move her fingers along it, helped her pluck out a chord or two, then the scent of her, the softness of her hair against my face was almost too much to bear. Her eyes said she wanted me, her body language said more. Through her little tight blue tank top, her nipples were standing out erect and aroused. I could imagine how moist she would be between those drop dead thighs. A line from an AC/DC song sang in my head, "She knocked me out with those american thighs." Oh yessss.. I sighed in my head. I was aroused now. She stood up and I helped her take the guitar off, and stepped inside to set it in a stand. I never abuse a guitar, not even for sex. Most women I found were fickle and temporary, but a good guitar is forever. She stepped inside and pulled the balcony screen door shut behind her. I remembered the door to the flat was unlocked, but I didn't want to seem presumptuous by walking over and locking it. I just had to keep hoping they wouldn't show up. She stepped up to me and touched the side of my face.
"You know when I first met you two days ago, I would have swore you were very uninterested, almost mean." She said in a husky aroused voice.
"Sundays are bad days for me." I said with a small smile. "I apologize."
She reached up and caressed my face. "Still it didn't take away from that sexy animal appeal you have in those green eyes." She was a bold one, I realized. One of those women who take what they want regardless of anyone else's claim or any consequence, and in her eyes I realized she wanted me. Before I knew it she was kissing me. Her mouth soft and warm, her tongue exploring deep into my own mouth. I felt passion rise like fire from my groin to my stomach. I kissed back as hard and passionately, pulling her against me. "The door" she breathed.
I stepped away and quickly latched it, both locks. I pulled the futon out to become a bed. She sank down on it and I quickly followed. I had her clothes off her fast, there not being much to them anyway, shorts panties and a tank top, nothing more. She was confident in herself. She lay back and took every thing I gave. I kissed her hard, deep, demandingly and she returned the kisses with fire. I sucked and nibbled on her tits, savouring the feeling of her hard nipples in my mouth, on my tongue, her hands in my hair as I devoured her. Sliding downwards I parted her thighs, notice her blonde hair there was a bit damp and it made me all the more aroused. I dove in, eating and devouring. She parted her legs as wide as possible for me. She held onto the frame of the futon above her head, her legs in the air wide apart for me. A beautiful sight. Her blonde hair spread all out on the black comforter. I ate and licked, sucked and slid my tongue inside, making her moan and groan. She tasted sweet, so clean and good. I tickled with my fingers, sliding them inside her. I had a notion I could keep her busy all the rest of the day. I heard a tapping at the door and I knew if I ignored it they would indeed go away. If the door was locked they knew....
I made her cum hard, she moaned and screamed out. It turned me on more than I thought possible to hear her. I started to move up over her. "NO!" said. "Eat me some more!"
I was amazed, but who was I to deny a woman what she wanted. I sank into her again, tongue and teeth and lips, tasting, slurping sucking on her, she was so wet she was soaking me and the comforter. She held on tight, so tight the sight of her breasts standing up, heaving in her arousal made me harder than I thought I could ever be, almost painful it was. She liked to be eaten and she wrapped her legs around my neck to prove it, not letting me go until she had again an earthshattering orgasm with my tongue inside her hot sweet pussy. Then she became the animal, shoving me back onto my back she took charge, she devoured me head to toe in kisses and licks, sucking on my skin, making me nearly cry out when she finally took my cock in her hand and began to lick it and suck on it. She talked to me the whole time telling me how gorgeous my cock was, and how she wanted to devour it, how she wanted it down her throat, inside her. She took it as far as she could take it in her mouth sucking until I thought I would cry with the pleasure and the pain of holding back. She squeezed the base of it hard keeping me from letting it all go. Then she climbed on top and rode me. She slid me deep inside her in one move and began to ride me hard. I held onto her thighs, watching as her hair flew around her face, her breasts bounced up and down and the sweat drenched us both. She was loud, vocal and it drove me crazy. She was a tiger in bed. I fucked her with all I could. When I came it was loud and she bit down on my shoulder, leaning all the way over on me as she came also for her third time. I felt every muscle in me go rubbery, and my cock throbbed endlessly. I gasped in pain at her teeth, in exhaustion as well. She lay on top of me and then I gently rolled her over to the side. She opened her eyes which were glazed looking and sleepy. "Wow.." she whispered. "I wanted to do that since you opened the door Sunday morning." I smiled. I never realized what I was in for, had I then I would have moved the next morning.
Mandy came by every afternoon at four, giving me plenty of time to sleep after gigs, giving me a blow job before my shows after an afternoon of wild, screaming sex. Marsha it seemed worked 10 to 7 and I doubted her roomie even know how torrid our affair was or even that it existed. Outside of our afternoon sex, we were nothing to each other. Mandy didn't want it, nor did I. It was all pure sex, nothing more, or so I naively thought. Had I known the game... had I known the turn of events and my part in them would I have run? Would I have gotten the hell out? Chances are no, but anyway...
This went on for a good month. I was beginning to be worn out to the point the guys in the band commented on my lack of energy. I needed a break from my sex crazed neighbour. I had to break it off. My performance was weakening in more than one area. The next day I made sure to be gone from the flat by four p.m. I went to my bass player's for the afternoon to work on some music. When I returned at four am the next morning I found a note slipped under the door.
"Where are you babe? Missed you. Mandy"
I managed to avoid her similarly for three days, until Sunday. I let her in and she sat on the futon and sulked. "You are tired of me?" she asked.
"No." I answered. "just tired. Period. I needed a rest luv." I tried to laugh it off, to smile. "You wore me out."
"Oh." Her face got cold and distant. "Well I guess I will just leave you alone then." She said getting up and headed for the door.
"Mandy, you know we really don't know each other very well, we just fuck every day like rabbits.. what kind of relationship is that?" I said.
"One most guys would gladly accept I thought." she said.
"Yea, but not for long." I admitted. "You know we could get to know each other, learn each other's likes dislikes, and such, make it a 'real' relationship." I ventured wondering why I was suggesting this when I should be relieved to get rid of her.
"I think you know we both don't really want that." she smiled suddenly all sunshine again. "Let's just let it go with a smile and good memories." She waved and blew me a kiss. "See you around, sweetie." She left and closed the door.
I sighed with relief. That had been too easy. Way too easy. It should have set off warnings in my brain. No girl ever let me go that easy. I shrugged and lay back in the sofa.
Round two in the game had yet to begin. Monday I spent cleaning up my messy flat. I had not cleaned in a long time and something stank in the fridge so I thought it was high time to get busy. I had the stereo on and had left my door open a crack as the air was warm and the flat was stifling in the summer heat. I cleaned wearing nothing but a pair of tennis shorts. My head in the fridge I nearly knocked the shelving out when I heard someone behind me. "hello?" a tiny voice.
It was Marsha. I stood up with a stupid grin on my face. I hadn't seen her since that first Sunday. "Hello!" I said cheerily. "Long time no see."
"Yea I work alot, but this week I have vacation." She smiled. She was wearing a white top over a red tank top and a pair of white shorts, with red and white socks and white tennis shoes. Miss Coordination, but it was cute.
"Want a soda?" I asked. She smiled and nodded then took a towel off the counter and wiped a smudge of dirt off my face. I felt my whole body tense with the electricity in that touch. She must have caught it too as her eyes widened noticeably. I handed her a cold Pepsi. " Shall we go sit outside on the balcony?" I asked. "Maybe more air there, and you won't have to smell my sweaty body."
"You smell fine to me," she said then blushed deeply. I smiled. She was a shy one, but still I would bet there was an animal lurking there, and had I known what I know now I would have won that bet a thousand times over.
We sat and she told me about her boring job at the city library, cataloguing books. "You need a break all right." I joked. "Come to the club with me Wednesday, watch the show, and have some fun?" I offered.
"Okay, I will" She said and braved a smile. I swear her eyes twinkled at me. I felt my heart race a little.
She looked smashing in a strappy little black dress with silver glittery threads in it. She looked very glamourous and I felt on top of the world to have such a classy girl on my arm as we arrived at the Comet. The guys all couldn't keep their mouths from falling open at her. She blushed visibly which made her all the more delightful I thought. She sat just in front of the stage all her drinks on me, and watched me with a burning in her eyes that could only be described as hunger. After the show, I usually hung out with the guys and any hangers on we could get from the audience, but tonight I just left with her early, hoping I hadn't misread the look in her eyes. In the car on the way back to our complex she slipped her hand over to mine and squeezed gently. "I loved watching you play," she said a soft sound in her voice.
"I loved having you there to watch." I said and smiled with my whole face. As we got to her flat, she let me kiss her softly. She responded eagerly, letting me deepen the kiss until I felt like I could drown in it, my stomach doing flip flops over and over. She touched my cheek and slipped inside quietly. Hard to get. I knew that one. I slept restlessly, wanting her, but not wanting to push her. She was deeper than her blonde friend. I wondered could I fall for this girl? I had to watch myself. I couldn't risk that. Love didn't go with the lifestyle of the rock and roll all nighter. It never worked and always ended in violent fights and bitter tears.. I had been down that road too many times.
She came with me all week to my shows. The nights ended the same way until Saturday. Saturday night she came inside my flat. We kissed and kissed. I let her lead the way, not wanting to push, yet slowly tenderly I seduced her, or was she seducing me? Would I ever know?
I kissed her soft throat, hearing her moan softly, quietly, encouraging me. I picked her up and carried her tiny little body to my futon, for once wishing I had an actual bed. I laid her gently down and kissed trails over her neck and shoulders, then slipped her dress, tonight a green one down unzipping the back from underneath her. She lay there in a black lace bra and tiny lace panties. I moaned aloud at the sight of her milky skin in the moonlight. Tiny freckles dotted her skin and I traced a dot to dot with my tongue making her squirm in pleasure. I unfastened her bra and slid it off her to reveal small round soft breasts with large pink nipples that were like heaven in my mouth. She melted to me. I took my time, was tender and gentle with her. When I got lower between her thighs she suddenly seemed a little shy and I coaxed her with kisses soft and warm on her thighs until she allowed me to slip her panties off, and down, burying my face and tongue in her, making her sigh and sink back into the cushions of the futon. She let me part her legs and relaxed to the touch of my tongue, my fingers and my mouth woke up the animal in her. She came in little gasps, soft cries that grabbed my heart more than they should have. I came up over her, sliding inside her softly, she wrapped her legs around me and we moved together our eyes locking, and my heart caving in. We came together, tears on her cheeks I kissed away. She stayed the night. I knew I was in trouble when I woke up not alone on Sunday morning. She looked beautiful in her sleep and I let myself drift off her arms around my waist, her breasts pressed into my chest, her head curled just under my chin. When I woke up again it was to the smell of eggs. Eggs. I grinned.
I groggily felt sore a little, like my muscles were strained. I tried to move. I couldn't. I opened my eyes alarmed a little. I was tied to the frame of the bed. My hands secured above my head to the frame and the futon had been tugged away from the wall enough so it wouldn't bang should I struggle. Fuck! I cursed. So my redhead had a kinky side. I would have to roll with it. The thought actually for a minute excited me. Then I realized my feet too had been tied to the bottom of the futon frame. Okay this was a bit much. The smell of eggs frying had me hungry and feeling a little nauseated from lack of food. I heard giggling and turned my head. Mandy sat in a kitchen chair watching me. I felt a glimmer of fear, but more anger. "What the fuck is going on?" I said.
I realized I was uncovered and I felt totally vulnerable. "Hungry?" she asked. I didn't say anything. Marsha was at the stove cooking. "I invited Mandy for breakfast," She smiled at me. She came over with a plate of fried eggs and sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned down and kissed me. "Want some?"
I hissed. "What the fuck is going on here?"
She just smiled and forked up some eggs and took a bite. Together they ate the entire plate in front of me. I refused to admit I was hungry. I was now too pissed to be hungry.
Then they undressed each other. I watched wondering what exactly the game was. They began to kiss and fondle each other, and I felt myself getting aroused watching. The licked and sucked each other's tits, then climbed onto the futon over top of me and began to 69 each other in my plain sight. Eating and sucking at each other's pussies. I felt my cock harden. I was stung a bit still at being tied down, and obviously part of a game I had had no idea about. I was more stung that I had let myself get emotionally involved with Marsha. I realized that was necessary to their game to suck me in unawares. Hindsight is twenty twenty they say.
I watched in painful arousal as they licked each other and brought each other to orgasm in front of me, tongues in each other, fingers poking, caressing clits, and assholes in front of my face and me helpless to do anything but watch and ache. Sweet torture I thought. I could play along, be patient. Mandy noticed my cock and smiled and held it in her hand. I gasped aloud. She pulled on it, rubbing it, bringing me intense pleasures, then just before I could cum she let it go. FUCK! I nearly screamed with the torture. They got up and went to the kitchen again for some soda. I wanted to kill. I refused to beg. I refused to let them know how bad I was getting. I hoped they had their fun soon and untied me. My arms were starting to ache and feel like fire. This was Sunday. I realized they could prolong this without anyone paying any mind. But I didn't really think they would do that. Boy was I wrong.
They fixed lunch, seemed Mandy had brought groceries with her. My mouth felt amazingly dry. Marsh took pity on me and held some water to my mouth for a drink. "Why?" I asked.
"Why not?" she grinned.
I just stared in shock. How sweet and beguiling she had seemed, now how vicious and sadistic they both were. I lay there and fumed silently. For the first time in my life I wanted to beat the shit out of a woman. I dozed off. I must have. When I woke up it was dark out. There were no lights on save the lightbar above the stove. Yet I could hear them rustling around. "Is he awake?"
"Yes." Marsha's voice. The floor lamp flicked on. Mandy stood there. She smiled at me and leaned down to french kiss me deeply, making my cock stir. I couldn't feel my hands anymore. She ran her hand down my chest, to my cock. She squeezed it, then fingered my balls making me suck in my breathe. "We are just having some fun." she said. "We won't hurt you. I promise."
Her breasts brushed against me, and set me on fire. I wanted some release, but I wasn't about to ask, wasn't sure of the game. Marsha climbed on top of me. She had on boots, spike heels on them. She began to kiss me deep, making me dizzy. I hadn't had any food at all today and no release from the frustration in my groin, in my balls. They hurt so bad with it. She rubbed against my cock, sliding her pussy over it, riding against it, but not allowing me inside. She brought me so dangerously close though and I felt I was panting. Mandy made her stop then she lay back on top of me and spread her legs wide, her pussy just far enough from my face that I could smell her, but not reach her to taste. Mandy bent her head and began to eat just inches from my face. I wanted to cry. It wasn't fair this torture. What had I done to deserve this? Then I realized another Sunday... a rejection, a saying come true.. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Mandy held a grudge, I realized. I closed my eyes, but still I could hear her slurping, licking sucking, feel Marsh on top of me her hair, soft against my cock, then pain as she came and bucked back, her head colliding with my balls, my cock. I grunted but refused to cry out. She dug her heels into my shoulders as she came hard into Mandy's mouth. I could hear Mandy sucking and sucking, slurping, her breasts pressed against my side as she ate her roomie's pussy on top of me. I felt the dripping of Marshas juice on my chest and I was soo hungry. Hungry and horny. I felt red rage burning inside. They wanted to break me. Fuck them. I thought. When they untied me they would find out what a breaking was all about.
Then Marsha got up and Mandy slid on top of me, sliding her moist pussy over my chest and backing her ass right up to my face. I could smell and taste. I sucked hard as I could, taking her pussy with my mouth eagerly, grateful that she was allowing me to. I ate and slurped and sucked at her. I felt a mouth on my cock, sucking, nibbling. I didn't know who it was. Then I felt both of their mouths at once. One on either side of it, licking sucking, biting gently. I moaned and cried out against Mandy's pussy. "Like it rough, loverboy. Bite me" She said. I bit down gently. As I did I felt teeth sink into my cock, not too hard, but enough to startle me. I gasped and sucked her sweet juice in my mouth as I did so. I nearly choked, but managed to keep my composure. With each nibble I received on in turn. I began to devour her, hard and fast. She devoured me in turn, Mandy had my cock and Marsha my balls and they were making quite a meal out of me. I came and came feeling my whole body rocking and straining against the ties binding me to the frame. They sucked and licked every drop off of me. I fell asleep exhausted and sure when I woke up I would be free and they would be gone, the game done.
I was wrong again.
I woke up to the sound of a buzzing noise. My hands had been loosened but only to relieve pain, I could move more, but still was prisoner. The buzzing. I looked around. Mandy was holding a large dildo. She grinned at me. "Good Morning." It was Monday.
They once more started on each other. Deep tongue kissing over top of me. I felt weak from lack of food, but they kept me hydrated. A pitcher of water now stood on the table near the futon and a cup too. I watched as they pinched and played with each others nipples, then fondled each other's pussies. They then 69ed for me to watch. I was done fighting this. I enjoyed watching it. Then Mandy took the dildo and began sliding it inside Marsha in my view. Fucking her pussy with it, getting it all slick, As Marsha's moans increased, so did Mandy's pace. Faster and harder she fucked her friend's pussy with the dildo. The Marsh returned the favour sliding it up Mandy's wet pussy until Mandy screamed. The dildo so wet with their juice it was slippery. They both grinned at me, then Mandy turned it off. She held it to my mouth. "Suck our juice off it." I had to oblige. I licked it and sucked it off feeling slightly revulsed at the feel of even a rubber cock in my mouth. "He sucks cock pretty good." Mandy giggled. Then as leaned over me to let me eat her pussy again I felt them begin on me. Sucking, licking, then I felt a tongue on my ass, I nearly flew off the bed, nearly bit Mandy in shock. "Like that sweetie?" She said.
I nodded. It was all I could do my mouth full of pussy. Both of their tongues on me, fingertips slipping inside my ass as they took turns licking and sucking my balls, my cock, my ass. I thought if this was torture, let it continue. I ate and ate as they brought me closer and closer to cumming. Then Mandy stood up and began to fuck herself with the dildo over top of me, right above my face as Marsha continued to lick and suck at me, three fingers fucking my ass harder by the minute. I was a blissful prisoner I will admit. Then Mandy grinned and took the wet dildo and pressed it against my ass. I gasped. Surely they didn't mean to do that! The vibration started, and I felt her pressing it in. I felt tense then Marsha was kissing me, making me relax. Next thing I knew Mandy was fucking my ass with her dildo, slick with her own juices. Marsha sucked my cock harder and harder and I think when I came I passed out. I thought I heard Mandy whisper to me before I sank into sleep. "now you know what its like to be fucked."
When I woke up on Tuesday I was untied. My arms ached. My stomach growled. My whole body hurt. I couldn't make up my mind what to do first, eat, or soak in a hot bath. I found my knees were weak. Two and a half days without anything but water. I wondered how much I lost. I went to the toilet first and relieved myself. I then took a warm shower. Too much heat and I worried I would faint for sure. I headed for the kitchen. In the fridge I had three dozen eggs. I almost laughed. But I felt like crying too. On the fridge was a note. "Thanks for the eggs. Your neighbours."
I never saw them again beyond passing in the hallway, I moved out a month later.
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The Game
