Shit Happens (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Shit Happens (Part 2)

... at the ceiling, and lets out a huge moan.

My hips have taken over and are moving now in a rhythm with Tom. I sit up straight, and I can feel my pleasure building and building. Taylor’s breathing is heavy and fast, and I can see she’s nearing orgasm as her body is starting to shake and shudder. She looks at me, and I watch her mouth open, and it's like I can hear her silent moan. I lean forward again and place my hand on her breast.

“Are you close, Taylor?” I ask as my lips near her mouth. She kisses me and nods. “Yes, I’m so fucking close. How about you, Hels? Are you nearly there?” I kiss her back and nod my head. Tom must have hit the right spot because Taylor arches her back and drops her head again. My wave also cascades over, and it’s as if I was waiting for her, and I start to climax as well in mutual pleasure.

I ride out my orgasm, enjoying feeling Tom slide in and out of my wet pussy as it spasms around his hard length. My internal muscles are grasping at his cock as if trying to consume it. Tom shouts pleasure and starts to jerk under me, and I feel his stiff muscles do the same inside of me. Taylor is beginning to sag towards me, and I grab her and hug her as we all come down from our gratification.

I let go of Taylor as she falls to his left side and lies down to cuddle into Tom's side. I climb off, and Tom reaches down to take off the condom. He ties it off and places it on the bedside table. I lie down on his right side, and Taylor places her hand ...

... over Tom's stomach and wiggles her fingers at me to take her hand. I hold onto her hand, and we lie quietly.

"Well, that was certainly fun," Tom says sleepily.

"Hmmm," both Taylor and I say at the same time. We lay there quietly, and both Taylor and Tom fall asleep, but I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about the night that I've had. As they lay sleeping, I get dressed, return to the lounge room, and lie on the mattress on the floor. I'm unsure if we made a mistake there, but we had a great time. I think back over my crazy night and sigh. While what I did with Taylor and Tom was fun, it was just a distraction. A diversion from the real life that I helped create by not speaking up. The memory ofThe Fuckwit sitting there with his new girlfriend at his side still flashes in my mind. It was like a beacon of shame and regret. My heart squeezes tight again.

The house isn't completely dark, and I can see Tom walking through it. I hear the toilet flush within the house and hear a tap running. On returning to his bedroom, Tom stops, kneels beside me, and kisses me. I automatically kiss him back. It's a sweet kiss but one that will never happen again. He stands and keeps walking back to his bedroom. I hear a noise to my side and look over at the couch. Tom's friend is looking at me with raised eyebrows. I look away and look up at the ceiling. I don't need to explain myself to this person I just met. Besides, he probably heard us so no explanation would be required anyway.

I ...