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“Why don’t you get comfortable? Here, Vicky will go get you a beer,” Maelyn finished as the cute Asian gal got up. I watched Vicky’s ass as she did the model walk all the way to the kitchen.
“So…” I began.
“Don’t bother,” Maelyn interrupted my thoughts shaking her head. “Adam stopped by just before you called to let you know everything is fine at the office and you may as well take Monday off, too. Then, surprisingly, I got a call from my step-sister.”
She let the last statement hang in the air as if I was supposed to know what she meant. I didn’t say anything for a moment, trying to figure it out.
“What did Josephine have to say?” I asked, still completely unenlightened.
“Josephine…” she chuckled, her voice laden with contempt as she said the name. “No, I think not. Let’s call her by the name she prefers. Joey…” Maelyn paused for effect, raising her eyes expectantly. “Joey called me. Joey merely wanted me to know that she’d met you at the coffee shop. Joey says you are pretty good in bed. Joey says she might ‘accidentally’ be ruining you, too.” Again she paused, gauging my surprised reaction. “You know, I’m surprised you never put two and two together. Especially since I’ve told you countless times how she’s ruined nearly every fucking boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“Joey is…” and I never finished that sentence. As I connected the dots, I was now beginning to understand. Let me back up a bit and give you some of Maelyn’s background. Well, I’ll tell you what she had told me.
Nine and a half years ago, Maelyn being age fifteen, her mother was killed in a car accident. Her father, George, was understandably heartbroken. He had shied away from any sort of romantic relationship until Maelyin convinced him to give love another chance. She helped him make a profile on a dating website and he went out with a couple of the girls, but nothing serious ever came of it. She didn’t go into too much detail but she did tell me he started going out on “dates” that seemed more like booty calls.
About five years ago, George, met Pat. Pat was gorgeous and extremely likable, but had one major secret: Pat was born Patrick, and still had the equipment. Apparently, this was no problem for George. How Maelyn found all this out I’ve never known, nor cared to ask. Pat brought her (his?) daughter, Josephine, into the household. So for a while, she and Maelyn lived under the same roof.
In Maelyn’s words, “Josephine has all the same proclivities as Pat. They both love to fuck guys up the ass.” Somehow, Josephine had “ruined” nearly every one of Maelyn’s boyfriends during high school, turning them to the, and I quote, “Dark Side.” Yes, the capital letters are very much audible when she says it.
I’m not sure Josephine’s (Joey’s) reasoning behind the feud, but she intentionally went after Maelyn’s boyfriends. Six of Maelyn’s seven high school boyfriends ended up coming out as gay after a tryst with Josephine, sometimes two or three. Whether Josephine was to blame, or if Maelyn just had a knack for falling for gay boys, I’ll never know. So, Maelyn obviously thought I would merely be Joey’s next victim.
Now back to our living room with the naked man and beautiful naked Asian gal with my girlfriend. “I’m not gay,” I told Maelyn.
“Like fuck you aren’t,” she replied. “I bet you’d like to sit on Darren’s fuck stick right now. But that’s beside the point.” She even waved his large engorged member as though trying to tempt me.
That is the moment Vicky decided to return with beers for all of us. I was still standing, and didn’t even feel welcome in my own home, but accepted the beer she proffered as though I were their guest. As she turned and offered a beer to Maelyn, I saw her bend down as if to expose her anus for my inspection. Instead, I watched as she tongue-kissed my girlfriend. The picture was becoming more and more clear.
“The point is,” she continued, “that I’ve been sleeping with Vicky and Darren for the last six months. I’d say I’m sorry, but…” she shrugged, “I’m not. Not even a little bit.”
I put down my untouched beer. “What are you telling me, Maelyn?”
“I need you to move out by the end of the month. Good luck finding a place. These two lovers of mine,” she patted Vicky’s ass and stroked Darren’s cock, “are taking your spot. I might let you… No. Never mind that. I mean, honestly, if you hadn’t started fucking my evil step-sister, I might have let you stay.”
And the conversation was over. I watched as she leaned over and took Darren’s prodigious member in her wide open mouth. Vicky was kneeling in front of Maelyn, leaning down into her crotch. As intriguing as it may have been normally, I just walked to the bedroom and packed a bag. I didn’t feel welcome to join, didn’t want to.
On my way out, I was about to speak, but their coital cacophony changed my mind. I walked out, leaving behind my former life. I paused before getting into my car. Should I call Joey? Why not?
"Hey, Joey. Free this evening?"
I waited about five minutes before heading to the nearest bar. I was at least four shots and half a beer deep before I got my reply.
"Boyfriend’s home. Talk to you Sunday."
Well, fuck that. I want to get laid tonight, I thought. I looked around the bar. There were a few prospective hook-ups hanging around. But they all flew from my mind when a round (but not chubby) Latina sat down next to me. We ended up chatting for a bit, flirting, and even some suggestive touching took place. Her name was Gaby and she was definitely on the prowl.
I bought her a drink, and she bought me one. I excused myself to the restroom and she playfully swatted my ass on the way past her. This was going to be an interesting evening.
Gaby and I closed down the bar with one final shot of tequila and I was graced with an invitation.
“Come fuck me at my place,” she slurred.
And fuck her I did. I somehow found the stamina to blast a load down her throat while driving to her place, and twice more into condoms in her bed. I thought we would end there, but my erection seemed unperturbed. She brought me out to the kitchen to share a pre-dawn beer, naked and still horny. She shook her ass at me and all I could think was how tight she’d feel.
“I think I know what you want,” Gaby suggested while massaging her Latin ass. I couldn’t have agreed more. She increased the tension by bending over and giving me a suggestive look over her shoulder while she spread her round glutes momentarily.
I came up behind her as she went to the fridge for a second beer. She bent over and I laid my hands on her left cheek. I heard her purr as she reached back to spread her crack wide exposing her hopeful anus.
“Just go for it. Fuck me!”
It was obvious I was not her first anal fuck, not even close. No, she had some serious anal experience. I bent down and gave her rosebud a few slow licks before she grabbed my hair and forced my face hard into her ass. Her aroma filled my nose as my tongue darted around her hole. I forced my tongue into her anus as far as I could go, swirling as much as her canal would allow. Finally, she shoved me back.
“Take my asshole, you fucker!” she moaned.
I aligned my cock to her rear entrance. She spread her cheeks wide as I spat on her hole and gently pressed into her. She took me with surprising ease using no lube but my saliva. In short order, I was balls deep in her ass.
“You feel so good. Start out easy, but fuck me hard,” she advised.
A few times, I pulled out a few inches and spit on my cock again to facilitate the in-out motion. That her anus was used to such intrusions was abundantly clear, and very little time passed before she was ready for a full-on pounding. In the heat of the moment, I pulled out and pushed her to the floor. She waved her gaping hole at me as if to say, “Come and get me, big boy,” as she emitted a throaty, carnal moan.
I knelt behind her on the cold tile floor, taking no time to reenter her. She gasped with the painful pleasure. I placed my hands on her hips using her to balance. With only my feet on the floor, I pumped mercilessly into her. She whimpered, whined, moaned, and groaned in chorus to my own involuntary grunts of exertion. Each time I slammed into her, my hips slapping her ass cheeks, merely increased my lustful passion for her dark orifice.
Gaby cried out, “More! Harder!” My only response was to howl in ecstasy.
“God, you’re so deep!” she’d exclaim, followed by my incomprehensible roar.
Her breathing was ragged, as was mine. I felt the inevitable release approach. My cock somehow found that extra bit of length, extra girth, as I slammed one final time into her welcoming rectum, spewing the last of my seed into her. I felt a warm stream of liquid flow down our legs, heard the puddle growing on the floor: her own orgasm mirrored mine.
As our breathing gradually returned to normal, she emitted coos and throaty sighs. When I finally looked up, whether or not we had passed out from our anal bliss, I noticed the sky had lightened into early dawn. I rose from her back and gently eased myself from her anal cavity with an audible “pop.”
My legs were jelly. Her body was limp. I picked her up. Practically carrying her, we stumbled into the shower to clean off. She merely leaned on the wall as I soaped her up and rinsed her down, then sat on the toilet forcing my semen out as she lazily dried herself. I took the time to straighten up the bed sheets we’d mussed during our earlier sexual excursions. When I returned to the bathroom, she was nearly passed out. I carried her back to the bed and tucked her in, lying beside her. She was already snoring, and I passed out soon after.
By the time I awoke, the sun was high in the sky. Gaby was lying next to me, her head propped up on her arm, staring at me with an involuntary smile on her lips. She chuckled as I opened my eyes.
“Morning,” I said. “Is it still?” I noted the aroma of coffee in the air.
“Barely.” She fully smiled then.
“How long have you been up?” I asked.
“Long enough to start a pot of coffee,” she replied, smiling impishly. “And to see your boyfriend is itching to get fucked.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, I heard your phone and thought it was mine. There’s a message from Joey. Says his ass wants some serious attention like he gave you. Said he wants to give your ass another round as well...”
“Oh, that. First off, Joey…” How was I to explain? “Joey is a girl. Secondly, she’s not my girlfriend.”
“But ‘she’ fucks you up your butt. At least according to ‘her,’ that is.” Gaby emphasized the “she” and “her” as though she didn’t believe me.
“She did once. That’s it! But, whatever…”
“I think it’s awesome. I’ve fucked a couple of guys up the butt before,” Gaby interrupted before I could continue. “No need to feel ashamed about it. Even if Joey really is a guy.” She gave me a sly smirk.
I let it all pass, just ignored it. I felt no need to explain.
“Guess I should get going,” I finally said.
“Let’s have some coffee first, then fuck away the rest of the morning.” Gaby got up and I watched her perfect round ass walk to the kitchen.
I got up and followed before the angelic vision passed from view. Her kitchen was still a mess from our early morning anal romp on the tiled floor. I silently started cleaning up the mess we made.
“Leave it,” Gaby instructed. “I want to remember that fuck when I clean it up later and you’re gone.”
We drank at her kitchen table, naked asses on cushioned seats and naked backs against cold wood. Before I was half-way through my cup, she got up. My chair was perpendicular to the table with the back nearly at the wall. She straddled me, sitting on my lap, and bent down to kiss me full on the lips. I don’t think we kissed even once last night through all of our animalistic, carnal lust-fest.
Her lips were soft and inviting, her tongue searching in my mouth tasting faintly of honey and strongly of coffee. My aching penis found the energy to rise again, nestling in her crotch. My face explored her cleavage as we dry-humped on the chair.
Then she pulled back, reached down, and placed me at the sopping entrance to her womanhood. She eased down onto my erection, emitting a sigh of contentment.
In contrast to the animal nature of our nocturnal fucking, the daylight softened our lust to a passionate, almost desperate yearning for mutual satisfaction. Our movements were deliberate, relaxed, even in synch with each other. The intensity built to a crescendo as our orgasms approached. Hers hit first and she spasmed on my cock as though in a seizure, her legs gripping tightly to my waist. Her entire body spasmed, relaxed briefly and seized again inducing a sudden blast from my cock. I forced my hips up into her producing another full-bodied shudder. We collapsed together.
Gaby murmured something in my ear but I just sighed back.
“I said we should clean up,” she repeated.
We gently disentangled and quietly made our way to the shower. This time we both lathered the other up and used the retractable shower head to rinse each other off. We lingered briefly in the steamy shower before exiting.
“Well, that was fun. Should we exchange numbers?” I asked.
“We’ll meet again,” she replied with a smile. “And maybe I can meet this 'Joey that is a girl not a guy and isn’t your girlfriend but you trade anal sex with her' person.”
“She’s a hoot.”
“I bet she’d be damn good in bed,” Gaby said wistfully as she looked off at nothing in the distance.
“What?” was all I could muster.
“I was just thinking we could all get together for some fun.” She paused, looking deep into my soul it seemed. “I don’t need a relationship, I’m done with those. I just like having hot passionate fuck sessions. Now, get out of here and go rest up for your date tonight.”
I finally checked my phone as I let my car warm up in Gaby’s driveway. The texts from Joey were explicit.
"My ass needs a serious fucking. Come by tonight. BF is leaving early. Come fuck my asshole like I fucked yours."
"I can’t wait to feel your gorgeous cock stretch my butt."
"I can fuck you again if you’d like, too…"
My asshole puckered. Maybe I would like, maybe I would. And after all, Gaby was right. With all that had just occurred with Maelyn, who needs a relationship?
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