Everyone and everything pissed me off. Hyperbolic, since I clearly wasn’t tired enough to decline my boy’s invitation that night. The past few months, my physical presence in his life became infrequent, so rather than another rejection, I indulged for once. I wondered, however, if I made the correct decision, because when I arrived at the location, sent via Google Maps, I found a three-story house with music blaring and people hollering.

A house party. Great.

“Come on in!” my bald, almost ex-friend said with the cheesiest smile on the sidewalk as I parked. I stalked past him toward the open door as humans of different colours, sizes and backgrounds flooded the interior – the amount of sexy women being the overwhelming factor.

Speaking of overwhelming.

“Dawg, is that weed?” I asked.

“Yezzir.” He pulled up a joint, lit it, took a long toke, and then offered it to me.

“Hey, I gotta ease up on that. Looking for a job, remember?”

“So?” He took another toke.

“Yo… these people do all types of drug testing nowadays.”

“I don’t worry about that nonsense, ‘cause I already got a job.” He guffawed and threw his arm around me.

“Yeah-yeah, bring all the jokes.”

The booming trap tunes shifted to nineties hip-hop, which helped me relax somewhat. Not to be the old guy screaming at the clouds, but the modern stuff hardly clicked with me.

“Lookit you bobbing ya head and shit.” He stole another toke, and by this point, jealousy stabbed at my inability to partake, but cinching honest work and not burdening my roommate took priority.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, I know job hunting’s frustrating as all hell, but for tonight, just try to enjoy yaself. If you can’t indulge in some of this…” he lifted his joint, which was nearly halfway gone, “… then indulge in some of that.” He pointed at the plethora of sexy, barely clad women.

“Why they half-dressed?”

“It’s a pool party, duh.”

To be so pissed that one doesn’t realize they’re in the midst of a pool party is a different level of angry – plus I didn’t see any damn pool. At that point, I realized I absolutely needed to calm down. Catching an aneurysm or stroke at thirty felt anticlimactic.

I argued a bit about him not telling me before I came, but he countered that I wouldn’t have if he had laid out the truth. Point taken.

“Now listen up,” he said, leaning into my ear like when we were in high school. “I got two honeys here we can… have fun with.”

I sucked my teeth, pulled away and aggressively whispered, “Motherfucka, we’re thirty. Just say you found two ladies you want us to fuck.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Who are these women, anyhow?”

“The chicks hosting this event.”

“How in the world did you…” I put up my palm and squeezed my nose bridge. “Never mind.”

“So you in, or you just gonna go home and jack off?”

“Aight-aight, where they at? I got some stuff I need to work out anyway.”

“See?” He slapped my chest. “There’s the Max I grew up with.” He pointed through the crowd at a pair of lovely sistas who were in deep convo, a dude each. After a bit, the quartet split, and the ladies, while holding hands, absconded from the main area into a room down the hall.

“Alright,” he said. “That’s our cue.”

“Hold on.” I placed my hand on his chest. “Shouldn’t we wait a little first so it doesn’t look so obvious?”

“Man, screw all that. Everybody’s too busy being drunk, high or trying to fuck.”

“A bandaid for every sore. Haven’t changed since high school, one bit.”

My boy, Cam, chuckled, but then his expression turned serious momentarily.

“Hey, um, something you should understand before we go ahead and do this.” His hand rested on my shoulder.

“What?”

He stared and maneuvered his lips as if to speak, but instead grinned. “Ah, it’s nothing important.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

I shrugged, and we headed to the room the girls disappeared into. When we entered, they both were sitting side by side on a white, three-seater couch, laughing it up. Outside of their seating, an armchair and a table tucked into a corner, little occupied the sterile space.  After we stood in front of them, their warm smiles toward Cam cooled off considerably when pointed in my direction. Understandable, given the unfamiliarity.

“Girls, this is Maxwell,” Cam said. “Maxwell, the brown beauty with the bigger booty is Keira, and the fat-titty, darker-skinned sensation is Shonelle.”

“Always so much class with your intros,” Keira said with an eyeroll. “Nice to meet you, Maxwell.” She extended her hand. Shonelle leaned over and did the same, so I provided individual handshakes.

Silence sterilized the air, so I glared at Cam, who should’ve been leading since he organized this damn meet-up.

“Aight, let’s get to fucking.” This motherfucker dropped his joggers, exposing his organs.

“Dawg, what the fuck?” I shied away and locked eyes with Keira, who covered her mouth and giggled. Shonelle buried her face into her friend’s shoulder and cackled.

“Wow, I guess that’s one way to start things off.” Keira beckoned him with a finger, and the ladies slid into the couch’s respective corners. “Only because we ain’t wanna be missing for too long, ya damn goofball.”

I shook my head as Cam approached her, and he shrugged at me as if saying, “Aw, shucks.” Goofy bastard.

Shonelle ogled me and said, “We can’t get things started if you’re way over there.”

“Oh, you… you wanted to go now for real. No ‘what do you do for a living’ or anything?”

“I want some dick, not a husband. Now come here before I help her suck him off and leave you high and dry.”

Jeez, okay, Ms Demanding.

I stepped to Shonelle, who wasted no movement unbuckling my jeans, and yanking them with my boxers south. Never had I been so glad that I showered thoroughly and shaved that evening. Even though I didn’t know what to expect, when my boy calls, I prepare for whatever, just in case.

“Let’s start sucking their dicks at the same time, okay?” Keira said. By this time, Cam’s dick was hard and bobbing at her lips. “Dang, I wanted to suck it from soft. Oh well.” She bowed forward and absorbed his rigidity into her mouth, not breaking eye contact with him. Cam stifled a groan, and Keira paused and then looked over to Shonelle.

“Listen up,” Shonelle said. “We don’t know how comfortable y’all are with each other, but that quiet bullshit’s out. If I feel like I’m not pleasing you, then we’re…” She swayed her hand between her and Keira, “… gone. Understood?”

Cam nodded faster than the highest speed on my ex’s vibrator. I nodded once and said, “Understood.”

Keira accepted Cam’s meat again, eliciting gibberish from its owner. A smile curled from her lips as his cock glistened without fail. I stared down at Shonelle, and she leaned forward, flicking her tongue all over my tip, and I swelled from semi to fully erect. My glans flushed pink and glossed more with her tongue lashing. I moaned and massaged the back of her neck until she said, “Beg me to suck it.”

“Suck it.”

“You’re forgetting the magic word.”

“Suck it, please.”

“Good boy.” She opened wide, and half of me vanished, which caused a grunt to grate my throat. All feelings I had about her calling me “boy” became irrelevant. Before I had time to allow them to process fully, her soppy heat enveloped my most sensitive organ.

“Shit,” I murmured. Shonelle’s eyes never moved from mine, and she sucked hard enough that the suction permeated the room, but was impossible for outsiders to hear – the selection migrated to two thousands pop, which aided matters.

Following Shonelle’s lead, Keira’s blowjob became more audible, so Cam’s head tilted up, and he gawped. Shonelle freed her gob and said, “Uh-huh. Suck that motherfucking dick. Fuck ‘im up.” She resumed fellating me and bobbed with a twisting motion. Her soft breasts below my pole hardened me further, so she pulled away. “They nice, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

She smirked and pushed her ass back to give me a better view of her flared out hips and buttocks. The urge to sex her intensified, but then she tapped Keira’s beefy leg and said, “Switch.”

They exchanged, and now Keira sat before me, causing a quick adjustment to a new face being filled with my dick. Keira’s eyes dimmed, and she hollowed her cheeks more than Shonelle. The way she angled her neck, her mug was almost parallel to the ceiling. What a pretty slut. Amazing that flew by unnoticed when she blew Cam.

Shonelle, meanwhile, licked Cam’s balls and sloped until her tits nearly brushed her thighs. Cam interlocked his fingers behind his shaved head and cussed. If he nutted early, that meant more for me. Unsurety crept up. Suppose I couldn’t satisfy or handle both simultaneously? Being unemployed was enough of a shitshow – I preferred denying sexually ineptness any access to the list.

I refocused on Keira, who bobbed while placing her hands on my thighs. Gagging noises that rhymed with duck and bark overwhelmed my senses as Shonelle treated Cam similarly. That treatment lasted less than a minute before they released phalluses, bent over adjacent to each other, and in stereo said, “Fuck us.”

Cam and I stood in awe at the fleshy, upturned rear-ends and mutually said, “Goddamn.”

“That little move always leaves ‘em stuck,” Keira said, grinning.

“Sure does,” Shonelle said, mirroring her friend’s expression.

Cam smacked her booty, which waved in response. I kneaded Keira’s larger, tattooed bum, which reminded me of Jell-O.

“Just gonna play with it?” Keira asked.

I peeled her bikini bottoms off her plump posterior, leaving them around her knees. Cam also did, then thrust into Shonelle and clapped her cheeks with reckless abandon.

“Oh, wow, he’s not playing,” Keira said as the sharp slaps of the duo’s pelvis, backside and thighs to our left collided.

I, on the other hand, rubbed Keira’s slick labia vertically, causing her to hum. When my fingertips teased her clitoris clockwise, the volume increased.

“Shit-shit, put that fucking dick inside of me, right now.” I obeyed her command and dipped halfway inside, then Cam’s panting and sputtering stole my attention. When I looked over, he was jacking his dick towards Shonelle’s ass and back haphazardly, shooting lines of semen across both targets, until he dripped and the show ended.

“What…” Shonelle said. “That wasn’t even three minutes.”

“Facts,” Cam said, then smacked her booty. “Wooo!” He lumbered to the armchair and plopped his sweaty carcass into it.

“Good for you, Ric Flair, but what about me?”

“You worrying for?” Cam’s breathing regulated. “Max’ll take care of all that.”

“Whoa now,” I said, trying to remain calm and slowing my stroke, even though panic almost leapt out of my body. “That’s a huge ask.”

“That is a huge ass.” Cam nodded in Keira’s direction.

“Man, open ya ears – selective-ass-hearing motherfucka. And wipe ya goddamn nut off.” My thrusts ceased.

“Sorry, brotha.” Shonelle pointed out a batch of towels stacked on a corner table, so Cam collected one and dried her off. I resumed my session tentatively with Keira, but then Cam said, “Remember when I said I had something to tell you?”

“Kinda busy here.” I repositioned my gaze to Keira’s thick behind, which I spread, exposing her pin-tight asshole. Nothing bore more importance than keeping cool so that I didn’t explode everywhere like that damn fool. At least he had a job and more going for him in general. Me, though? Nada.

“I feel you, but you should hear this.”

“Oh my God, are you seriously only telling ‘im now?” Shonelle asked, removing herself from all fours and propping her back and elbows on the armrest. Her eyebrows jumped at Keira’s and I carnal union. A much-needed vote of confidence, because my gauge hovered on E. However, past Shonelle’s physical approval, her words regained my attention, because what did she mean by that question? What were they talking about?

“This is gonna piss me off, right?” I asked flatly.

“This party we’re holding…”

“No, let me tell him,” Cam said.

“…is to celebrate our boyfriends getting their assault charges dropped.”

I halted during the retreat portion of a thrust, my glans the only section still inside. The room stood silent from the participants. My wishy-washy confidence started to be replaced by simmering malevolence.

“Cam,” I said.

“Max, I-I can explain. I know I should’ve said something,” Cam replied, sputtering more unregistered nonsense from his glossy, frantic frame. Those new beads of perspiration differed from the earlier ones.

“Don’t worry about their men killing you.”

“Why you say that?”

“Because…” I pulled out of Keira and faced Cam, “…I’ll do it myself.”

Cam pressed into his seat, but when I advanced, Shonelle hopped in my walk path, placing her palms on my chest.

“Hold on there, baby,” Shonelle said, swinging a hip to the side. She cupped her titties and pushed them up. “Forget about him or our men. They’re upstairs smashing whichever bitch’ll give it to them.”

“Shit, they already here?” Cam sprang to his feet. “Yo, we gotta get the hell outta here, Max.”

“My man, even if they weren’t here already, them arriving while we…  wait, do you think?” I asked.

Cam stayed silent as if being punished verbally. Hell, he was!

“So you wanna run now?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he muttered.

“Well, tough shit. You put me in this mess, and now I’m riled up. I’m gonna fuck these hoes, bust a fat nut – and if we survive, I’ma kick ya ass.” I pointed at him and squinted.

Cam dropped into his seat and nervously tapped his feet.

“Now normally,” Keira said, standing and embracing me from behind, “being called a ho ain’t my thing.”

“Mine’s either,” Shonelle said.

“But when we’re horny, what don’t usually fly can apply.” She snaked her tongue out and licked my neck vertically, then in a circle. Her soft palms massaged my balls while Shonelle, who stood in front of me, backed up, bent over and lunged her open mouth over my hardening dick. Watching the distance increase between her mouth and my pelvis, as I reinflated, brought more joy than Keira whispering obscenities in my ear.

“Mmm, look at that nasty fuckin’ slut eating that dick up,” Keira  said. “Yeah, that’s it – Eat it, bitch.”

Damn, they demented.

“You enjoying this, you disgusting fuck?” Shonelle asked after pulling her kisser off my cock. Her booty wiggled, and her heavy tits jostled with her swaying. She grasped the root and swiped the underside of my glans across her slimy, pout. After, she tapped it against those same pillowy lips and tongue, when her mandible lowered and allowed its pink thickness to see light.

“Yeah,” I said, now rolling my hips as she caught my cock with her mouth again and twerked.

“Look at that thang movin’,” Keira said, massaging my balls while Shonelle swiveled her head up and down my length. The froth and bubbles captivated me along with her hungry moans. “We deserve to play too. They always do. Open relationship, my foot.”

“So this is about – oh fuck – revenge?” I asked.

“More about balancing an uneven scorecard. Now make us nut, then finish on our butts.”

“Bars,” Shonelle said after removing my meat.

Keira sashayed to the couch and assumed the doggy position, but when Shonelle stepped onto the seating and squatted on top of her, I chuckled. Seeing their stacked buns reminded me of a fast-food special.

“A double-decker in this muhfucka,” Cam said. “You get ‘em, champ!”

I cut my eyes at him. “Don’t think that jovial attitude means you’re off the hook. I’ma still whoop ya.”

He slouched and clasped his drooping hands between his legs. Poor guy’s willy stood at full attention, but given his blunder and cowardly tendencies, he wouldn’t have dared try for another round.

I grabbed Shonelle’s cheeks and jiggled them. After, I did it with Keira’s, which held a little more wobble. Light kisses and smooches graced her derriere before I dug between Shonelle’s labia and tongued her clit.

“Ooh, right there,” Shonelle moaned.

“Damn, got me jealous down here,” Keira said. She reached between her legs and massaged her clit, eventually adding her moans to Shonelle’s – music to my ears. “Eat her fucking pussy.”

I continued for a few more minutes, soaking in the brine of Shonelle’s vulva before she grunted and bucked over my face, almost causing Keira below to lose position.

“Stay put, Shonelle,” Keira said. “Me next, buddy-boy.”

She spread her buttocks, giving me a direct line to her juicy orifices. If I knew her better, I would’ve risked the top option, but to be safe, I darted for the lower deck. A repeat of how I handled Shonelle, plus extra tongue work since Keira’s larger behind elevated my arousal.

“Bet you wish you didn’t bust so fast,” Shonelle said, looking in Cam’s direction. He remained quiet and folded his lips. “Can’t believe you left your mans in the dark, ya big clown.”

Following that, Keira squealed and shivered, jiggling her buns around my features and slickening them with cum. An impressive cocktail of cusswords followed, and both women jutted their behinds more prominently.

“You bust that nut now, baby,” Shonelle winked, then giggled. Keira’s giggle lay between pants, and they shook their bodacious butts at me.

Yo, this is crazy.

I stroked the top half of my dick, slapped both pairs of buns with it, then pushed into a groaning Shonelle. Obviously, in no mood to mess about, she threw it back after catching a rhythm, which it seemed Keira caught too.

“Oooh, you better fuck me like you’re fucking her,” Keira moaned.

The repeated warmth, swallowing my thickness, wasn’t going to allow me the courtesy of lasting, so I slid out of Shonelle and planted myself deep inside Keira, staying put. She growled random lewdness under her breath.

“I wanna hear you,” I said, gripping her hips, leaning back and observing her wobbly bottom clapping against my pelvis – Shonelle twerked above, giving more jelly vibes.

“I said to keep fucking this cheating pussy,” Keira said. “Fuck me like you don’t give a fuck about my man.”

“Exactly, fuck them,” Shonelle said. “Ain’t all this pussy worth it?”

Logically, it wasn’t, but while they jiggled and brought me closer to orgasm, it sure to heck was.

“Beat it till you nut all over our asses,” Keira grunted.

“Fucking do it,” Shonelle jumped in.

Their combined efforts destroyed me as I devolved into a basal, caveman state. A deep, extended growl followed by a roar boomed when I pulled out of Keira and blasted white and off-white lines and globs all over their gelatinous cheeks and hamstrings.

“Goddamn it!” My expression, surely strained with pain as I violently jerked the remaining strings and drips over their juicy rumps. I hunched over them, still stroking my softening phallus until finally, nothing else came.

“Them balls good and empty now,” Shonelle said, then smiled.

“We out here looking like donuts,” Keira said.

“Am,” Cam said, “I didn’t wanna interrupt, but your phones been going crazy for a few minutes now.”

The girls popped up and scuttled towards the small table next to Cam’s seat. Although a serious, suspenseful moment, watching the semen decorating their round butts and thick thighs, succumbing to gravity, brought me joy.

“Great,” Keira said, “they wanted to know where we were.”

“Probably tired of banging them other hoes,” Shonelle joined, accompanied by an eyeroll. “Last text is from five minutes ago.”

“Fellas, it’s been real.” The ladies retrieved more towels, wiped each other’s posterior chains, then advised us to pause a minute or two before exiting. Then they left.

“So,” Cam started.

“So, first thing, get dressed,” I said, starting the process, while Cam watched. “Something you want to say?”

“Nah, B, it’s just I really messed up. You were right: you should whoop my ass.”

“Listen, I should’ve known better, because I keep telling you that DMX quote on trust. ‘Ey look, for now, let’s focus on getting outta here, then we can hash this out properly. This isn’t the time.”

Cam nodded and properly attired himself before we opened the door and exited in one swoop. The place still bumped with a decent crowd, which seemed bigger than when we vamoosed to bang those lovely, young baddies. Trap music dominated the atmosphere and hopefully provided enough distraction for the men whose honour the party was being held in. Speaking of which, as Cam and I slithered through the patrons toward the exit, to our far right, Keira and Shonelle quarreled with two tough, street-looking dudes. As a matter of fact, they were the same dudes the girls hung with before we linked up.

“Yo, Max,” Cam looked at me with a fearful countenance.

“I noticed, brotha. Keep it moving.”

Almost outta here. We did it.

“’Ey, y’all in here cracking our bitches!” bellowed a voice in our direction. “Think y’all king shit? ‘Ey wait up.”

“Fuck,” I said. “Move-move-move!”

Partygoers buzzed, hollered and gasped at the scene as we bolted, opened the door and slammed it behind us. We both sprinted to my car, and I didn’t have the energy to ask him why he hadn’t gone to his.

“My ride’s off the road, remember?” he said, entering and frantically clipping his seatbelt. I nodded and swung the engine. The fact that I forgot made me realize my anger, although justified, hardly excused me from being a less attentive friend. He’s a numbskull for what he did, but he just wanted to hang out with his friend. Dammit.

In my moment of reverie, the irate boyfriends ran down the walk path, and my cue to stamp on gas couldn’t be anymore clearer.

“Shit, man,” Cam said, nervously shifting about in his seat. “I’m so sorry, man. So so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, brotha.” I tapped his shoulder and continued speeding with the hopes we weren’t being followed. “You’re not off the hook, but I see where your heart was. So I just got one more thing to say.”

“What’s that?” Cam perspired akin to a death row inmate, even though those brothas abandoned pursuit after their dramatic spring.

“Thank you.”