The Day Of The Party Part 2.
Our story continues in Steve and Madison's hotel room.
Madison is telling our story:
My eyes slowly blinked open. I was unsure at first of where I was, but as my senses started to return, I realized I was lying on the bed in our hotel room naked, except for a sheet covering half my body.
My fiancé, Steve, lay on the right side of the king-size bed, softly snoring; I felt the cozy sensation of another man behind me, snoring, as well—his soft cock pressed against the small of my back.
I was not sure who was sleeping behind me, I thought to myself, could it be Andy or Tony? Perhaps, it was the eager, young Mark. Had he followed us back to our room last night, after the hotel manager had run us off of the patio? Either way, I was too tired to turn and look.
"Oh fuck!" I whispered to myself, as I had an ever-growing recollection of last night's wild orgy. Oh my god! It was John, Kenzie's stepfather, who had saved us all from being in serious trouble, as I came to the realization he would have seen Ming, or was it Lin? pounding away and fucking my ass like a total slut.
A wave of embarrassment briefly swept over me, as more memories of last night started to return, but just for a moment—as I just felt slutty, but in a good way, because I was the center of attention—and I liked it!
And if today's party went as planned, John would likely forget what he saw on the patio.
My ego was greatly boosted because I was the one they chose to 'flying fuck' or 'helicopter fuck' or whatever the hell they called it. It was me they wanted first, not the busty blonde Jean, or even bustier Marie—but me.
Although it hurt like hell at first, the sensation of pain was soon replaced by one of pleasure as I had one incredible orgasm after another; all from having my ass reamed like never before. I was in heaven.
Proud as I was that they had picked me, I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of my reluctance to do anal—did they see claiming my ass as a challenge, or some sort of prize?
Perhaps it was mine and Steve's free-use lifestyle, that excited them? The guys we had fucked so far, as well as the few couples we had been with, seemed to reach higher states of arousal, knowing they could fuck me whenever and however they wanted. I know it had that effect on me, not knowing when or where or even by who, I might be fucked; never knowing who Steve had given the password to, when we played our horny little game.
As I thought more about last night, I remembered how Mark had orchestrated things so that all the women would be fucked, yet it was the young guys from Thailand that had chosen me. My opinion of these two young strangers had soared, as they went from nearly raping me, to becoming two of my favorite guys. Steve and I will have to invite them over to our house for more frolicking.
I raised my head and looked around the room. I could see the early morning light coming through the window, then my dazed state returned, so I lowered my head to my pillow.
I was not sure if it was from the alcohol, the intensity of my orgasms, that strange mint-like herb in my drink, or maybe just the side effects of having been fucked harder than I had ever been fucked before.
As the events of what had happened last night were slowly starting to return to me, I was wondering more about how I had made it back to our room—had I managed to walk, or had I been carried back to the room?
Steve started to talk softly in his sleep. He did that occasionally, when he was really tired or had too much to drink. He was never very clear when he talked in his sleep, but his smile told me it was a happy dream as he mumbled, "I get to fuck her next," then he paused and said, "you, you can all have a turn but I fuck her next, she is my fiancée."
I reached over and touched his cheek causing him to smile. It made me happy to know he was dreaming about me, and I loved it when he called me his fiancée.
I couldn't help but wonder who all had a turn. How many guys fucked me last night, besides Lin and Ming? Andy had earlier, I remembered, that but it was still blurry. "God, I have truly become a whore haven't I?" I giggled to myself.
I touched my hand to my right cheek and felt dried semen, and on my left cheek as well. I felt my hair and there were several spots of dried cum and a few spots still damp from that which had not dried.
I slid my hand down to my boobs and found more patches of dried cum there and on my stomach and thighs, as well. I reached around and found my ass was also coated with dried cum, that I tried to brush away.
God, I must look a sight, I thought, this whore needs a shower.
Jesus, how many guys shot their loads on me, or in me? I reached down and slipped two fingers into my pussy to find it dripping with large gobs of semen. Lin and Ming had cum in my ass, so who had fucked my pussy? Reaching back, my asshole was sore, though not as sore as I would have expected, as I felt more cum seeping out.
It was then, I noticed the snoring behind me had stopped, and what had felt like a soft cock pressed against my lower back, had then felt like a cock starting to stiffen and become noticeably harder. Fuck, I am not sure I have another round in me, I thought, as I felt his hand start moving up and down the back of my thigh very lightly, very suggestively.
Then I heard the sound of someone else snoring and then clearing their throat, from the couch on the other side of the room, followed by the sound of someone stirring on the floor at the foot of the bed, that I couldn't see.
I panicked for a moment, without the emboldening effects of alcohol.
I wondered just how many men were in the room right now, and how many men still wanted a turn!
The snoring sound that had been emanating from whoever it was that had been sleeping on the floor stopped, and a loud yawn and a stretching sound could be heard.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, but peeked as he started to rise. I was shocked to see a tall, lanky, young black man, with a limp cock that looked to be eight inches long, dangling between his legs—my god, how big was it when he is hard! I couldn't help but notice that it had a dried, white substance covering it as well, I realized, it was dried cum? Had he fucked me already with that monster? Had Marie and Jean been here as well? Were they still here—could they help me?
He stood before me at the foot of the bed, and proceeded to spit on his hand and started stroking his cock, as he smiled down at me. The only thing I could think to do, was to keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep.
With my eyes closed, the man behind me who had been stroking his fingers up and down the back of my leg, slid ever higher; then I felt a finger slide inside my wet cunt—I was still so full of cum, that it slid in with ease.
It took all my willpower not to moan in pleasure because it felt so good, as he started to fingerfuck me. He slid in deep and probed around, touching the sides of my vagina, as my heart rate picked up and I breathed in deeply. Then I felt the hand of the lanky, young black man grab my ankle, and shake it.
In his broken English, he said, "Lady, you awake lady? We fuck, lady? We fuck again, I make you cum hard."
