“I can’t believe the day has finally come!” I exclaimed excitedly, barely containing my urge to jump up and down.

“Well, it has. I have waited all my life to finally be on my own, and I am so glad it has finally come to the point of fruition.” James beamed, while finishing off the last of his breakfast- maple cooked bacon and sausage patties.

“So, the plans are all settled then?” I questioned him, sipping at my warm tea.

“Yes, Moriah, Damien will be here momentarily with his truck. He said he would arrive around noon, and it is only…” James paused to glance at his watch, “ten o’clock at the moment.”

“Alright, let’s start moving the boxes to the porch then.”

We spent the next two hours moving the smallest boxes to the Jeep until it was completely full, and the other, larger boxes to the front porch. We were on our last few trips to the porch when Damien pulled up to the gate wanting to come into the yard. I ran over to let him in, and he drove up to the porch and parked.

“Thanks, Damien,” James nodded and began to pack the back of our friend’s truck with the larger, more fragile boxes. We knew we would have to make two or three trips total to get all the furniture, clothes, and electronics moved over to the new apartment, so we agreed ahead of time to give Damien 60 bucks for all the trouble and gas he had to spend.

I was getting nervous and anxious about the move before we left, so James tried to calm my nerves down by offering me a glass of Vodka and Coconut Rum. I accepted, ashamed that I had to drink to settle my nerves.

James began to look more and more appealing as we continued to load the boxes into the truck, and he apparently saw me eyeballing him, so he pulled me aside and told me to wait because we were in the process of moving.

We finished packing the first load into the truck and James said we would have to come back for the rest. We each had a few drinks (Damien and James had energy drinks, I had more Vodka and Coconut Rum) and James said it was time to head over to the new place. He grabbed his keys and ran to the end of the yard to open the gate for Damien’s big truck.

James convinced me to ride with our friend, so I could give him directions to our new apartment, while he followed the truck with the Jeep full of boxes.

I climbed in the truck and couldn’t help but notice how incredibly turned on I felt. I had forgotten that drinking made me horny, and all I could think about was relieving some of the stress of moving. I managed to avoid eye contact on the first trip to the apartment, and got out of the truck feeling extremely vulnerable and tipsy. Damien helped me out of the passenger side and I began to unload the back and head upstairs to our new home.

After we were finished unloading both cars and putting the boxes in the apartment, we climbed back in our respective cars and drove back to James’ parent’s house to grab more items.

We loaded up the second round of furniture and I poured myself another glass of alcohol. By the time we were all loaded up and ready to go to the apartment, I felt really vulnerable and very turned on. Everything- from the AC of Damien’s truck blowing on my skin through the skintight white tank top I was wearing, to the vibrations of the truck’s motor were making me sexually frustrated.

Damien noticed my frustration, and decided to take advantage of the situation by putting his hand on my thigh. I felt an instant rush of electricity run through me, but shook my head and pushed his hand off of me stuttering (through my intoxication and frustration), “W-we can’t do this, I am in a s-serious relationsh-ship.”

Damien responded, “Moriah, nobody has to know, and you can’t deny that you want me right now. You want a cock inside you right now, don’t you? You are a filthy slut, aren’t you, Moriah? James told me all about your other exploits, I don’t think he would mind if you just…”

Damien stopped talking abruptly and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing his cock. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to it, my body needed to be stimulated, and in my drunken stupor, I thought Damien was right about James not caring…I mean, after all, he did arrange me to fuck a stranger, and we did have a Halo tournament in which I became the prize…It didn’t seem all that bad. Damien pushed down on my head until my mouth was barely touching his cock.

“Suck me…Moriah, Suck me like the damned slut you are.”

My mouth enveloped his member and I found myself in the familiar routine of bobbing my head up and down and swirling my tongue around his cock. I felt his grip on my head tighten and I assumed his grip on the steering wheel did as well. He forced me all the way down his member, until his entire cock was in my mouth. He wasn’t quite as large as James, so I didn’t gag on the first few bobs. Damien grunted and thrusted upwards a little, while still managing to hold control of the truck. Without any warning, he finished in my mouth, and I expertly sucked all of it clean.

I wiped up my mouth before fixing my hair and finding that we were only five minutes away from the apartment complex. I was too intoxicated to feel any real remorse immediately. So I just stayed quiet during the rest of the ride.

When we arrived, Damien was the first to get out and begin unloading the truck. He didn’t help me out this time though, my guess was because he was too ashamed. James parked his car beside the truck and opened my door, a troubled look on his face.

“What were you doing?! I could see your head coming up and down every few moments, and…”

“He said you told him about the other times, and that it was a good idea. I thought it was a good idea…I am sorry.”

“Moriah, it’s okay. It was kind of hot…actually. Now that you have done that, I dare you to fuck him.”

Just as James helped me out of the car, Damien came back for another load. He looked a bit worried as soon as he saw James talking to me, but seemed relieved as soon as James asked him to help him with the flat screen TV and sound bar.

We were done with everything but the dresser, the desk, and the bed, which would have to be done in one last trip. I decided to ride with Damien again back to James’ parent’s house.

When we were in the truck, I smiled at him reassuringly.

“Would you like to stay the night tonight? It is getting pretty late, it’ll be almost nine o’clock before we finish this last round.”

“Sure, I guess I have no choice, my parents lock me out at ten on days I don’t have college.”

After we all unloaded the last of the furniture and brought them into the living room, we looked around for something to eat.

We brought stuff to make sandwiches during our first trip, so I opened the fridge and grabbed the ham, cheese, and bread and began to make everyone something to eat.

We all decided on playing a card game after we ate, and we all sat down on the floor (we hadn’t bought a couch yet) and James passed out a hand for Rummy. Since we were all drinking alcohol by this point, we decided on strip Rummy, every time “Rummy on the Board” was incorrectly called, the one who didn’t catch it, as well as the one who called it had to remove an article of clothing. The same rules applied to the two losers of each of the four games we played.

James had rigged three of the games for him to be the winner, as he wanted to encourage the dare to happen. Soon, I was down to only a bra, and a thong, James was down to pants and socks, and Damien only had his boxers on. James yawned and kissed me on the cheek, and whispered to make Damien happy tonight, also that he had set up the camera discreetly so he would know if I actually chickened out of the dare.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to finish off the game, let me know who the winner is in the morning. Goodnight guys.” James yawned, picking up his shirt and stretching as he walked down to the bedroom (which only had a mattress at the moment).

Damien looked a little excited after James retired to the bedroom, and we picked up where we left off.

“Rummy on the board!” I exclaimed, knowingly misreading the cards on the floor.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Damien shook his head and wagged his finger. “Take off your thong, sweetheart."

“Dammit.” I hung my head in false shame, then perked back up. “I’ll do it on one condition.”

“What’s that, Moriah?”

“You have to let me see that huge cock of yours again.” I purred, crawling on all fours up to him until our lips touched and he was under me.

He slid his hand into my thong strap and snapped in on my skin, sending tingling feelings all down my spine, then proceeded to work the thong off of my being and onto the floor. He slipped a finger deep into my already wet pussy and began to call me a dirty slut. I took his finger out and pulled his cock out from the hole in his boxers and shoved it into my wanting pussy, muffling a moan of pleasure and excitement.

He thrust into me, pulling my hair and smacking my ass, calling me his dirty whore for the night. I gasped in pleasure and scratched down his back as he turned me over so that he was on top. He began to pound away at me as I stifled a series of moans so as not to ‘wake James up’, but I eventually let out a scream of pure ecstasy as he penetrated me deeper and deeper.

“Mmmhhh… Ohh…right there!” I moaned, clearly lost in the moment. He worked one of his hands between us and began to rub my clitoris furiously, making the urge to scream louder uncontrollable.

“OH!! MMHH!” I gasped, my entire body shaking from the pleasure he was inducing.

He jumped off of me in a sudden move, and thrust his cock into my mouth, cumming inside. I sucked him dry for the second time that day, and then he thrust his cock into my pussy again and we went for a second round.

When I awoke, I was naked and covered in cum. I decided to take a shower before the boys woke up. I went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water and stepped in. After I was done cleaning off, I began to think about what had taken place the night before. I imagined instead what it would have been like with both James and Damien fucking me.

***

“Rummy on the board!” I exclaimed, knowingly shouting false information.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Damien shook his head and wagged his finger at me.

“Take off your thong, Moriah,” James smiled and flashed his white teeth at me.

“One condition…”

“What would that be?” Damien questioned.

“I would like both of you to strip completely naked for me.” I said, sliding off my thong.

They both did as I commanded, of course, and watched me with big eyes as I stood up and unstrapped my bra in front of them. I flung the bra across the room to the corner, and paraded around the room for the boys.

I looked at each of them and then looked back at Damien.

“You first.” I cooed, luring him over to me with the motion of my index finger.

Damien looked over to James, who appeared dumbfounded, and back over at me. He crawled over to me and stayed on his knees as I instructed him with hand gestures.

I bent forward, on all fours, and called for James to come over to my front.

All at once, I grabbed Damien’s cock and placed it inside me, and began to suck James’ dick. Both boys began to thrust inside me, and I began to rub my own clit with my right hand as I balanced myself with my left.

Both boys were thrusting in and out of me, and both were moaning calling me “filthy cur” or “slut,” both of which were just intensifying the mood. Damien began to smack my ass as he thrust into my pussy, claiming that I was the tightest woman he had ever been with. James started to grab my head and bob it up and down for me.

James’ cock was so big compared to that of Damien’s, and I wanted James inside me so I stopped sucking for a moment and exasperatedly huffed out, “switch.”

They surprisingly did as I commanded, and switched sides, Only James grabbed my arm and hoisted me up and over the counter island in the kitchen, where James thrust into my Ass while Damien pounded away at my swollen pussy.

“Ohhhhh…Uhhhhh….Yessss…” I moaned, tears in my eyes from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Take it like the slut you are, you filthy cur!” Damien shouted, reaching up and pulling my hair.

James smacked my ass repeatedly as he thrust into me, and used one hand to scratch down my back.

“Mmmhh…Ohh…” I moaned again, louder this time.

Both boys were pounding faster and faster until simultaneously they came inside me. I finished with a loud grunt of pleasure and the two boys looked me over and helped me off the counter island and onto the floor.

My fantasy ended as I realized I was moaning and pleasuring myself in cold water. I had forgotten to lock the door and both James and Damien were standing in the doorway, buck-ass naked and stroking themselves to the sight of me rubbing myself.

“Oh…Hey guys…” I began, “There’s room enough for three in here…”

They looked at each other, then back at me, and walked over to the shower.

THE END