I looked up to Tyler and the look on his face told me that I was in for it now. He lifted me with a strained look and made me wrap my legs around his waist with his cock finding my eager hole with one long and determined thrust of his hips. Our bodies were pressed up against each other with my hands around his neck and his mouth now encompassing the space at the side of my neck.
He was bouncing my big boned frame up and down with no signs of slowing down. He turned and drove me up against the wall making me feel the impact and knocking the very breath out of my body. “Fuck me… Fuck me… Oh my god… I can’t believe that you are doing this to me.” I came undone like my whole body was now one limp rag doll. I hung there precariously, while he force fed me an injection of beef.
I saw the look and knew from personal experience that it could only mean one thing. His face was this contortion of pleasure and then he was pulled free of me, as he began to shoot into the air and not inside me where he belonged. Drake carried me to a nearby metal counter. The cold was quite jarring against my skin and I shivered on contact, before he plugged me solid once more.
The counter shook and the beakers began to dance along the surface, until they jumped practically on their own to the floor to their death. They shattered on contact. I don’t think that any one of us really cared. “I’m cumming again… I’ve never had a multiple orgasm, but I guess there’s always the first time for EVERYTHINGGGGGGGG.” He was working very hard and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to blow the top off of this cock. I could feel my inner muscles working along his length. I had orgasms before, but this one was by far better than all of them combined. I literally blacked out, but not before I felt that knob expand and the sweet cream release like that of something that you would find in a fireman’s hose.
I took the brunt of that attack and I lie there with no control over my faculties. My ears were ringing and my vision blurred, but I knew that I could never have it this good again. “Yeah…this is what you wanted and I’m now going to give it to you every damn day for the rest of your life.” He gave me one final lunge forward and the last of his seed spilled within the lucky confines of my warm embrace.
I was lying there in a sexual induced coma of sorts. I could make out that there was a fight ensuing. They were naked and felt no shame, as they rained blows on each other like that of some kind of secret fight club.
I wanted to intervene and tell them to stop, but it was useless in the condition that I was in. The last of the drug died away and I was left shivering.
“She’s mine and you can’t have her.” Drake drove his fist into Tyler’s stomach blowing the wind out of him and making him double over in pain. He lifted him by his hair and punched him three times in rapid succession. Watching this was fascinating, but also terrifying in ways that I could never imagine.
“You’re going to have to kill me to have her.” The next punch landed in Tyler’s fist and he rose to his full height and squeezed with the kind of force that you would find in some kinda muscle-bound freak. He made Drake fall to his knees with a tear in his eyes from the obvious pain that he was being afflicted with. “You don’t deserve her and you’ve never deserved her. You are a coward. You’ve never lived a day in your life. I’m the one that goes out on a limb and tries new things just to say that I did it.” His right foot came out and squarely caught Drake in the ribs’.
They were soon rolling around on the floor and then suddenly they stopped abruptly. They lie there moaning and it wasn’t from any kind of pleasure. They were writhing in agony and then they passed out, but thankfully they were still breathing.
It took another couple of hours, but I finally got back on my feet with their seed dripping out of me and down over my body. Normally it would have dried to a paste, but my skin was still warm to the touch.
I sat down in the Lotus position between them and I looked at their bodies and couldn’t quite get enough. The drug had worn off, but I was still feeling this desperate need to be with them. It was like the drug had unlocked something that was already there. It was the key to bringing about those experiences that I’d only thought about and never did anything about.
I stayed with them, until they both opened their eyes at almost the exact same time. They bolted straight up and sat there looking slightly dazed and confused. “I do believe that we have some things to iron out. The way that this drug is right now is not fit for consumption by any one. We were stupid to do this and we risked our own health for something of a hidden desire that we didn’t even know we had for one another.” Drake was using his clinical side to see things for what they were.
Tyler was still a little out of it and he was nodding his head like he agreed with everything that Drake was saying. “Drake’s right and we need to take things slowly. I don’t think that we really needed that drug.” I got up and grabbed them both by the hand.
“I’m not saying that I don’t want to do that again, but I don’t think that it’s necessary every single time. In fact, I would like to try a new experiment where all of us go back to one of your place and see what we can do about burning up the sheets without the drug feeding that need. Whatever this drug is can’t be controlled. I do like the after effect and that newfound sense of sexual self is not a bad thing at all.” I had them in my hand and after they dressed, they put one hand each on my ass through my skirt.
We left there with smiles on our faces and we stopped momentarily at the elevator to look back at the drug. We knew that this was not the first time that we would try that. It was inevitable that we would fall back into old habits, but for now it was time to take things to the next level. I didn’t know where we went from here, but I was willing to throw my body at them to find out.
“I have to say that we may have jumped the gun by introducing human trials. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that Drake will attest that what we did to save your life is something that we don’t ever wanna take back. I just think that we were playing god and maybe it’s time that we start thinking clearly and doing something about these feelings in a more constructive way. I don’t think we were being forced to do anything that we didn’t already want to do.” Tyler was a clever young man.
“I don’t know about the two of you, but I think the drug was the perfect way to reveal our feelings. We no longer have to hide or think that what we’re doing is wrong. We know that we feel this for one another and to deny ourselves that kind of pleasure is foolish. I can’t believe that we have wasted all this time being alone.” The door to the elevator closed and with it came an awakening that was going to have me clawing at their bodies, until the wee hours of the morning.
TROUBLE WITH DOUBLE
Cerise Rhodes handed her stepbrother a five-dollar bill. She tried to ignore his little smirk as he put it in his wallet but at that moment it was awfully tempting to smack him a good one. Jaxon Davies gave her a helpless little shrug and put the bill in his wallet.
The bet between them had been whether her boyfriend—or soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend—was going to show up to mount the cabinets and build the bar. Jaxon had said “no”. Cerise had said “yes”, but by now even she had realized that Devon Brown was a slacker. “He’ll probably come in as soon as we’ve got it fixed,” Jaxon said, taking up a wire-stripper. He was the electrician of the bunch. Cerise scowled. “Stop it,” she said.
“You know he’s like that,” Jaxon said, teasing her this time. “He’s only into you because you’re black, you know that, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t presume,” she sniffed.
They—Cerise, Jaxon, and Miles, Jaxon’s twin—had really been feeling the pressure lately. The three of them had bought the burnt-down husk that had once been Philadelphia’s Laser Tex at a steep discount, but the costs to shore up the main support beams, re-do the interior, furnish the place with the kind of booths and tables that would be worthy of the next “trendiest spot in town”, had all been higher than expected. They were doing a lot of the work themselves—Cerise was doing all of the design herself, using every connection she’d made as a graphic artist to find the materials and furniture. Jaxon was doing most of the plumbing and wiring. “It’s all poles in holes,” he said, which wasn’t exactly reassuring but so far the toilets he’d installed were still functional and the lights that had been put in hadn’t shorted and burned down the place—again. Yet. Miles was the brains of the bunch. He knew how to spot trends and cash in on them, and he knew how to wrangle small-business grants from the city government to help offset the costs and work the taxes so that they came out only slightly the worse for wear.
But no amount of bookkeeping magic could conceal the fact that they were two weeks from opening and the place was still only half-finished. Cerise had seen enough interior redesigns to know that the bulk of the transformation happened in the last three or four days, but they should have laid down the flooring by now; the walls needed primer and the lighting on the stage needed to be fixed. Instead, she was still sanding the panels that held the bar together with a belt sander, and she’d need to fit the doors to the cabinets before the end of the day. Jaxon was still wiring the sound and lighting systems to a central switchboard. The club had a dance floor in the middle and a small stage opposite the entrance, where they’d planned to have bands play on the weekends.