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My legs feel like the result of chewing Five Gum. I’m twisting and turning in my seat. Convulsing like a transforming zombie. It feels like I’m on top of the Raging Bull at Six Flags, right before the drop. I want to scream. It’s right there in my chest. Itching to get out. But the pleasure coursing my veins won’t allow it. I can only sit there with my mouth wide, coughing out thick gasps. Pressure builds from my waist down to my toes. Everything feels there and gone at the same time. If this is me dying, I’m ascending to the sky as a very happy woman. I’ve longed for the day to be touched like this. Adored like this. This is proof that real lovers, and fuckers, still exist in the world.

“Big…Big Daddy!” I’m right there at the finish line. I swear I haven’t felt this good since my first blunt on exam day in college.

“There you go, shorty. Come on,” he starts twisting my right nipple, “Cum for me.”

My mind takes me to the beaches of a mysterious island. It’s so beautiful. So warm. I’m sipping a Lemon Drop with my toes in the sand. The sun is kissing every inch of my bikini-clad skin. I’m sitting next to a stud of a Black man. Thick beard. Broad shoulders. No clothes. Not even swim trunks. He’s rubbing lotion between his hands, preparing to rub me down. Suddenly the Lemon Drop gets colder between my lips. The most refreshing thing I’ve ever tasted. I feel buzzed but alert. Extremely hot and then cold. Tense, then numb.

It’s over.

Damien leaves me there, stuck to the chair with a slack jaw and tranquilized toes. He goes back over to Morgan, who’s even more ready to fuck. She’s uncuffed but still firmly under his control. He turns her over, positioning her hands behind her back. Morgan bites her lip in erotic anguish, looking directly over at my vegetated body. We’re in each other’s eyes as Damien slides in from behind. Her mouth and eyes expand from contact, taking every inch like it’s nothing to her. I’m holding both of their gazes, still recovering from my Ecstasy trip.

“Stay with us, Good Girl,” Damien scolds, “We still need you watching.”

He deep strokes her in a slow rhythm, holding her climax right in the palm of his hands. I sit back up, growing aroused all over again. My pussy thumps like a rabbit’s foot watching her take his heavy strokes. She fucks back from the bottom, evenly matching the rhythm of his strokes.

They’re the perfect dance partners in the sheets. They know exactly what the other likes. Exactly where to touch. Exactly where to kiss.

Damien fucks her like she’s his greatest enemy. Preaching affirmations in her ear like a motivational speaker. She takes another three strokes before switching positions. By the time I can blink again, Morgan’s on top in reverse cowgirl, sweating and panting. She collects herself, wrapping both hands around his dick like she’s trying to conceal it from the world. Gasping in pleasure, she slowly stuffs it into herself, one inch at a time. Once it’s actually inside her, she pours her soul into every gyration. Moving her hips back and forth like she’s putting on a show. Not just for me. But the entire world.

“Ride that shit,” Big Daddy orders, smacking that ass roughly, “Just like that. Take all of this dick.”

She can definitely take all of it, doing so without fail. Every slap makes her fill the room with an evil smile. Fucking him harder from the top. Riding him full of aggressive energy. She’s deep in the zone when we meet in the center of the room through concentrated stares, talking only with our eyes. It seems like me watching them only makes her go harder. She goes from swaying repeatedly to completely bouncing on it. Seeming almost possessed. This time it’s Damien that’s barely able to contain his deep, hollow groans. Murmuring encouragement, telling her how good and warm her walls feel. I’m stoic and unblinking, heart beating through my chest like an HBCU drum session. She goes from throwing daggers my way to closing her eyes, blindly riding the wave with endless passion.

“Keep going, baby,” he instructs, spanking her again, “You’re doing fuckin’ amazing.”

The affirmations ascend her to the moon, melting the walls with animated moans. She’s letting it all out, just like I did prior. Just when she thinks it’s over, he stops her in mid-orgasm, commanding her to get off top. She obeys his order, climbing off his mountain of a dick to lay flat on her back. Damien takes her by the legs and pulls her to the end of the bed with effortless strength. He lowers himself to her as she wraps her legs around his waist, initially looking like he’s about to finish her off from missionary.

Nope.

Instead of that, he picks her completely up into his arms and holds her there like a small child. Securing her by the waist like a six-foot seatbelt. Carrying her around the room just to show off his brute power once again. She’s barely able to take it as he fucks her from the standing position, pounding that pussy like he’ll never see it again. Her ass is clapping louder than an auditorium full of people during a graduation. This isn’t just sex. Nor is it even just lovemaking. It’s a physical proclamation that she’s always going to be his. That his love for her is boundless. This is real passion. Real intentionality.

While I’ve already reached finality once, this is the end credit scene. I need to be there with them, reaching another peak. Feeling things unimaginable to the sexless. But I’m too late. I’m reaching down for the rose again right as Damien finishes inside her. Barely missing the chance to share the moment with them. Dammit. Both of them are gasping for air, barely able to do anything except plop back onto the bed. Side by side, sweaty and glistening. We’re all collectively at peace, trying to rediscover reality. Morgan’s head is on his chest, devilishly laughing off everything that’s gone down. I’m still in the chair, throbbing all over, especially below the waist.

“Hey,” she calls out to me, just loud enough to not be considered a whisper, “Come here.”

I obey, standing from the chair on barely functioning legs. They watch as I drag myself over to them, joining them on the bed through the scented fog of sex and body fragrances. Once I’m there, a spot opens up between them, allowing me to slide right in. Morgan in particular shows immense interest in my body, caressing me from the back as my skin embraces both of their warmth. Suddenly her hand starts to tour my right thigh, up and down like she’s trying to put me to sleep by way of touch. Big Daddy is doing the same with the left thigh, rubbing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. This is complete bliss. I’m sucking in streaks of wind out of sheer anticipation.

Next thing I know, I’m being penetrated in my coochie and ass hole. Both of them move slowly inside me, almost to a torturous degree. I’ve never reached a level of pleasure like this. Ever.

They’re both so consuming. My missing puzzle pieces, fitting right in my holes with no issue. Their synchronized touch has me in two different places. Here and where souls go to meet without the need for physical bodies. They’re so patient and careful. Hitting my spots like it’s an artistic gift.

“You are everything,” she whispers behind me, her breath bounces down the nape of my neck, “And I want you soaking these fuckin’ sheets.”

“Yess!” I groan ecstatically, rubbing my own titties while worshipping their actions. “Say it,” she demands, massaging my anus, “Tell me you’re going to soak this bed.”

“I’m…going…to…soak…” I can barely finish the sentence, “Oh my God. I’m about to…I’m about to…”

This night, this moment, will live forever in my heart and mind. Better than originally advertised. The craziest thing about it is, we’re all just getting started. They continue giving me all I can handle using just their fingers until I’m once again a human sprinkler, squirting right across the bed. Damien sucks his fingers before plunging them into my mouth.

“You make me proud,” he admits, kissing my lips and forehead, “That’s our Good Girl.”

Morgan follows up behind me, “One kink down, four to go.”

Isneak out like a cat around five in the morning. Reluctantly. God knows I wanted to stay. If the chance presented itself, I’d be joining them for breakfast. Unfortunately, the opportunity to come into work also presented itself, and who am I to miss extra hours? Especially when I’ll be off by seven. Early enough for me to slide over to Morgan’s lounge later in the night.

Ideas are already running through my mind in traffic. Maybe I could wear something blue. Or yellow. My skin really pops in yellow. Forget it. It’ll come to me. I have time. What I don’t have time for is dumbass drivers. I’m forced to switch lanes since some, likely drunk, asshole in a Dark Mazda is swerving around like he’s driving with a dick in his face. The fuck?

Thankfully, he makes a sharp right turn on Third Ward in unison with MPD’s finest driving right behind him. Idiotic. Especially with the police station being around the corner. Hope the ticket’s worth it, jackass.