twist of time (18+)

Forty

"Uhh!" I found another shitty condom and threw it to the trash can, and found another mysterious stain on my favorite bean bag. For a little while, I massaged my temple.

Shit, how many times do we did it last night? It's like all over the place.

I sighed and decided to pull the bean bag casing and washed it.  Sweeping under the bed, my broom caught to something. I pulled that. It was lace. It was my favorite dress.

Clutching the ripped dress, my hand trembled.  At that moment, I was blinded, and something blasted all of the sudden from my brain to my mouth.

"YOU DAMN BASTARD BITCHES!"

I ran to the beanbag and kicked it, punched it.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU ALL STUPID!"

Tears streamed to my cheek, I went to the wall and punched it.

"TASTE THIS! THIS! THIS!"

It felt hurt, but as I knew it will hurt them both, It was pleasurable.

"YOU LIKE THEM HUH! HUH!"

I bumped my head to the wall, but then I feel blood dripping to my cheek and I leaned my head to the wall, stopped.

This is so stupid.

So damn stupid.

"YOU HEAR ME YOU, TWO BITCHES! YOU FUCKED UP MY LIFE, YOU ASSHOLES!"

I knew they hear me loud and clear. I fucking know it. They are me all along. The realization brought another wave of anger.

"WHY YOU ALL DID THIS TO ME HUH! Why!"

I said as I punched the wall some more.

"I trapped between Blake and Alec cos you two! If I never wake up almost naked, roused, confused and vulnerable between two kind hunks, I would never ever drown this far to this shit!"

My eyes squinted as I scratched myself to hurt them.

Deep in my mind, I had to admit that I enjoyed it too. I remember that I said yes, I remember that I have that craziness over their body too. My mind displayed Alec's chocolate sculpted abs, all muscles glistening with sweat. I hit my temple.

No no, I shouldn't remember that!

My lips parted and heat crept in as my brain displayed the image of his full lips face between my legs, licking my slit, and I leaned to the wall, my knee weakened.

Oh my gosh.

I ran to the shower and stripped, turned the cold tap on, and as I ran it above me, somehow I remember how Blake's hand squeezed my breast as he stood behind me and rubbed his manhood to my ass. My hand involuntarily reached to my tits and jumped at how sensitive it felt.  Somehow the cold tap didn't help, and I hold my tears as frustration crept up.

At last, giving up to the need, I swirled my finger around my nipples and it hardened, I sobbed but pinched and twirled it anyway and I arched my back in pleasure. Juices dripping from my slit while it swelled and surrendering to my lust, I slipped one finger, then two fingers inside and pumped it. I closed my eyes as my breath became gasps.

Not as good as ...

Them...

And I wailed as my hand kept pumping inside, yet I never get the release.

What's wrong with me?

As my mind portrayed Blake inserting himself inside my walls, I came.