Group Fuck Bundle
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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Table of Contents
Blow White and the Seven Sluts
BONUS Excerpt from Tossing Caesar's Salad
Annabel's Other Titles and Author Bio
By
Annabel Bastione
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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The glass double doors stood before me, friendly looking, as if beckoning me to come forward and enter. Everyone thought my life had taken a wrong turn thanks to my habit of going to the bar every night. If not for family intervention I would probably never have come here.
Man, if only I could get something to drink, I thought as I pushed open one of the glass doors. I smirked, these were the kind of thoughts that rehab would be trying to help me get rid of. I could foresee myself either being here a very long time trying to change, or be out the door as quickly as I came in and off to the nearest watering hole.
The reception area seemed like a decent enough welcoming place, the only problem I had with it was that I did not see a single drop of drink around. Not even those ‘samples' they show about different types of alcohol and why it was ‘bad for you'. How disappointing.
I trudged my unwilling feet to the counter. It was nine in the morning and I had not had a drop to drink yet. Obviously I would feel a little cranky.
The receptionist looked up, her face full of life and devoid of drink. If I were as sober as her, I would probably throw up at the thought at down another shot.
“Ah, you must be Roxy,” she exclaimed in a bright tone not fit for another accursed Monday morning.
“Lemme guess, you're sober.” I replied try as hard as possible to let the sarcasm in my voice shine through in earnest.
“Yes I am, one hundred percent sober. Not a drop of drink in me, I haven't had even those wee little rum chocolates that I love so much either!”
What was wrong with this woman?
“You should try a screwdriver,” I said, “a shot of that and you'll be ready to loosen out, let out and let live!”
“Aw, that's sweet of you, but no thanks. Did you know I once was a raging alcoholic?”
I snorted, “Oh really? I almost couldn't tell…”
“Yes!” she cheerily continued, “it was a dark time in my life, but now I'm all sobered up and ready to live life without the help of the bottle!”
I rolled my eyes, “Life's not worth living without it.”
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Tag on wrist, I unwillingly trudged down the looming hallway. Jeez, it almost seemed like a hospital or a rehab centre. It was not as if I was sick or anything, I thought. And the tags, why the tags?
“So that you don't suddenly run out of the meetings and we can't find you,” the receptionist said.
Well shit, I thought, if I run out the whole world knows I'll just be heading down to the local pub! It's not that hard to figure this out!
Down the hallway, I chanced upon a smaller door. I looked up.
It said “Room 7”.
I checked my tag, it also said “Room 7”.
Yep, this must be it.
The door was heavy, if I drank a little I would probably have the strength to push it open a little faster, but who cares, it was open. Clearly the room was designed such that no one outside could look or listen in and vice versa. What went on in these meetings were intense and deeply personal. Props to their respect for privacy I guess.
Five, depressed looking, broken people sat in chairs arranged in a small circle. Classic.
They all looked up, their eyes focusing on me expectantly. There was one chair empty; I must have been the last one.
I approached the circle and took my seat.
No one said a word yet. I shrugged my shoulders.
“So…? Are you going to introduce yourself or what?”
A burly looking man with a big bushy beard called out to me.
I sighed.
“Alright, I'm Roxy, I love to drink, especially scotch, whiskey and vodka, and when I'm done here, I'm definitely going out to the nearest bar to clear my head.”
Now it was his turn to sigh.
“Look, given half the chance I would probably go down to the bar with you. But I love my meddling family, that's why I'm here. I'll try my best to stay sober, but it's hard. By the way, I'm Jacob.
“Nice to meet you, Jacob,” everyone chorused in monotone.
Dayum, I'm here five minutes and already this place seems dead beyond measure.
We went round with the introductions, so that I got to know everyone, and everyone got to know me, especially Jacob who continued to eye me lustfully. I smirked; I suppose a man is entitled to his dreams, even if they never come true.
The middle-aged balding man with a spare tire was Kevin, turned to the bottle due to his high pressure job at a consulting firm.
There was a man in priest garb, I thought he was actually a priest, but turns out he was only a student at Bible College, his name was Kenneth. When the dorm head found a bottle of wine in his room, they packed his ass down here in double quick time. I laughed at his introduction, man someone seemed to be overreacting.
Edward, the local train conductor started his habit out of boredom on those long train rides with nothing to do, until he got drunk during a train journey and assaulted a passenger. What a dumbass.
Lastly, there was Erin, the only other girl in the group. She was not the kind of girl I expected to be here, seemed bright, should have been out there doing good in her career, making a name for herself. When her mother died, she sadly escaped from all her problems with a bottle of vodka next to her bed. Her husband found her passed out the next morning, nearly dead from alcohol poisoning and packed her ass off here as well to save her life. Well, I suppose she was lucky to have someone who loves her.
Now we had to talk about our experiences that week, the trials and tribulations of our journey to fight off alcohol addiction. How stupid was that? I was not even addicted and I had to be here. Just because I spend my nights at the bar getting drunk and waking up in the homes of strangers does not mean I am addicted. Just because I spent my entire month's salary in one night on a drinking binge does not mean I am addicted. Just because I get cranky if I do not get my morning glass of scotch does not mean I am addicted. No, I am not addicted at all. So why am I here? Argh, it was so boring listening to all their depressing stories!
I got up. I simply could not take any more of these defeatist losers and their emotional stories about how their life was hard yada yada yada. They did not even seem to care that I was going to leave, being all engrossed in Kenneth's most recent spiritual experience and what not.
I headed for the door, what was the point of being here anyway?
Wait, I cast my eyes over the water cooler tank that stood at the side of the room and then at the plastic cups they had clutched in their hands.
I smiled, a terrific idea had stuck.
Casually, I sauntered over to the cooler, as if I were going to get a drink. I unscrewed the cap and exposed the freshly distilled non-alcoholic water that lay within. They really need to loosen up I thought, as I dumped the contents of the whiskey and scotch bottles I had brought with me into the tank. Bottles empty, I put it back into the bag I brought and zipped it up.
I looked behind me. Good, it was obvious no one had noticed.
Screwing the cap back on, I grabbed a tray and six new cups.
“Hi you guys!” I cheerily said as I brought the tray over to them.
They looked up at me with slightly suspicion.
“What…what!” I huffed with mock anger, “I just wanted to encourage all of you for taking the first step onto a better path in life. I'm sorry if I seemed disinterested at first, but it's all clear to me now.”
I passed the cups of my new concoction to each of them.
Raising my cups, I proposed a toast.
“Now I know it's not alcohol…” I started, to the giggles of some, “but still, I believe I toast is in order, let us, um, celebrate our continued success at staying sober!”
“Amen,” a collective chorus of voices was heard followed by the downing of their ‘water'.
Jacob looked at me, and smiled. He had a wild look about him. I smiled back. Busted, I am sure. A man with of his age and extensive experience with drink would have known from the start what he just drank.
Kenneth's eyes brightened all of a sudden.
“What's this delightfully non alcoholic beverage?” he asked out loud unironically.
He rushed to the water cooler.
“I've got to get another!”
It was working.
Kevin held his hands to his head.
“Argh, it feels like all the pressure of my job is flooding back to me.”
Edward got up and headed for the cooler, looking at us, he hollered back, “I don't know about you, but I've always thought these meetings were incredibly boring, until now. Whatever you gave us, Roxy, I think is about to change things.”
“You're welcome!” I smiled.
Erin looked at me in suspicion; it appeared that she had not drunk it yet.
“What's wrong Erin?” I enquired with faux concern.
Daring not to break eye contact with me, she stared back.
“What did you give them? Was it… was it?”
“What? You mean alcohol? No! I would never!” I frowned, pretending to be displeased by her accusation.
“I'm sorry for your loss, I mean, when your mother died. And honestly?” my voice dropped to a whisper, “I don't think you're addicted at all. I mean, c'mon now, you only had one bottle, ONE! I think your husband overreacted.”
“He loves me,” she replied, her voice cracking.
“Oh yes, I'm sure he does, he may love you with all his heart, but he's still overreacting. You aren't addicted; just one sip won't change anything right?”
Erin sighed as the bad memories came to her.
“Well, I suppose one cup wouldn't kill me…”
“That's the spirit girl!” I winked, giving her a thumbs-up.
Plastic cup of my own brew in hand, I downed it and prepared to party.
Kenneth and Edward kept lining up at the cooler to drink my brew. Delighted to relive some of their older days when they were less sober and happier.
Kevin continued to bury his head in his hand, but would drink anything I passed to him ‘to take the headache away'.
Jacob kept staring at my ass the whole time. The pervert, I wonder how many women a man of his age had been with and what he had hiding in that huge bulge on his pants.
I laid down five cups of brew in front of her before I went to check on the others. When I returned the five cups were empty.
I stood up on a chair.
“NOW! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! WHOOHOO!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, confident that no one outside the corridor could hear our depraved merry making.
Kevin was running around with his necktie over his forehead, it was fun to watch. Kenneth began removing his priestly garb, it was getting pretty hot in here after all. And that pervert of a man, Jacob was still staring at my ass. I was wondering when he would finally work up the guts and come over already.
He did not even take a step forward.
What a fucking pussy.
I downed two more shots, feeling sufficiently drunk enough to fuck anyone now before swaggering up to him.
“What's up, Jacob?”
Jacob, who had been staring the whole time finally snapped out of his daydream. His faced burned a bright shade of red, as if his secret desire had been discovered.
“Uh, nothing… nothing! Everything's fine,” he hurriedly replied.
I reached down towards his huge bulge, cupping it tightly in the palm of my hand.
He jumped at the feeling. A small yelp escaped his mouth.
“M-my, my, what confident hands you have there…” he managed to sputter pathetically.
What a pussy, I thought, but I was too drunk to care.
“Drunk confidence is still confidence.” I replied as I set upon his lips with a passionate kiss.
His mouth refused to react, probably stunned by the sudden development in things.
I felt myself being pushed away for a second. I was annoyed.
“What's wrong?” I asked, watching him down the rest of his drink.
“Right,” he psyched himself, waiting for the buzz from the drink to hit him.
It hit, we kissed.
I devoured his lips hungrily, any man that smelted of alcohol was definitely fuckable, I thought as I felt him insert his tongue into mine. The rest of them could have seen us making out in full view but we could not have cared less. We had enough to drink, and each other. It was good enough.
My tongue responded back, dancing and wrestling with his till we were satisfied drinking from each other's mouths. I continued stroking his bulge while we kissed, feeling him grow larger and harder.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Erin making out with Kenneth. Ha, married or not, I could see it from her eyes every time Kenneth was mentioned. She had the hots for him that was for sure.
I broke off our kiss and knelt down. Unzipping his pants, I reached in to pull out his erect cock. It was bigger than I had ever imagined, ten inches of glory sending sensations of arousal straight down into my pussy! I simply could not wait to go down on him.
Grabbing his dick in one hand, I took it to my mouth, burying it as deeply in as I possibly could. I got wetter just hearing him moan in delight as I started to move my head up and down his length. I caressed his balls, making sure they did not feel left out while blowing him simultaneously.
Jacob's breathing got heavier and heavier as I vigorously sucked on his dick. I felt him grab my head and start to take control, thrusting his hips to fuck my mouth on his own. Finally he was being a man that he should have been from the start.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was Kevin. Middle aged, balding Kevin. His sad looking demeanor tugged at my heart strings. How long had it been since he fucked his wife? Must be tough, having such an unfulfilling life like that. He eyed me lustfully, making me feel beautiful.
Cupping his hands as if he wanted to grope my breasts, he asked eagerly, “can I?”
I supposed I would do my good deed for the day: a sympathy fuck if you will. I nodded, in between sucks.
He grabbed my shirt, gently trying to pull it over me. Pausing Jacob's blowjob, I stopped and lifted my arms, making it easier for him to get it off, revealing my full bosom protected by my pink lacy bra.
Jacob grabbed my head again as I felt him thrusting his throbbing dick into my mouth. It rubbed against me and got me wetter as I fantasized about how good it would feel if he fucked my pussy instead.
Suddenly my chest did not feel so tight anymore, Kevin undid my bra clasp, revealing my two wondrously shaped, oversized melons. Both his hands reached around me, each cupping a breast and fondling them.
A soft moan escaped my mouth as Kevin gently groped and squeezed them, playing with my nipples as I got more and more aroused. He ran his fingers in a circular motion around them, waiting as my nipples grew harder and harder under his touch. From the corner of my eye, I saw him peek over to take a look at them.
“Your nipples are beautiful,” he said, sending more jolts of pleasure down into my pussy, “I would love to suck them.”
Still with a dick in my mouth, I nodded my head the best I could. But he looked like he did not get the message. So I grabbed his head and shoved it towards my chest. Jacob took a step back to make way for Kevin, it was not a problem for him and his ten inch dick anyway.
My pussy got wetter as Kevin knelt down in front of me, bending his head lower to suck on my tits. His tongue teased my nipples while his hands groped my bosom, pinching, pulling, rubbing my bare breasts.
More moans escaped from me now. I reached down into my panties. There was definitely going to be a dark spot there now, I thought as I withdrew my fingers, watching the juice on them glisten in the fluorescent lighting.
“Ahh! AHH!”
I pushed Jacob's wet cock out of me and turned around to see the commotion.
Kenneth was giving it to Erin in the ass while Edward was fucking her in the mouth.
My mouth formed an ‘O' as I stared at them in mild surprise. They sure move fast when drunk, I thought.
Resuming the action on my end, I pushed Kevin's head towards my jean shorts.
“Eat me out,” I ordered while I pushed Jacob down onto the floor. His cock a glorious tower for all to see, I crawled over to him, sticking my ass in the air before burying his cock down my throat once again.
Kevin got the message. I could feel him trying to undo my jean shorts and pull it off.
I sighed, well it was impossible to take it off at this angle. So I paused the blowjob for awhile again to take it off. Jacob's initial annoyance with me stopping quickly abated when he saw my sexy bare body.
“Fuck me,” Jacob exclaimed as he did a wolf whistle.
“Later,” I replied. I was wet, but I wanted to Kevin to eat me out. My second good deed of the day!
“No, I meant, ‘fuck me, you look fantastic.'” Jacob clarified.
“Oh.”
I went back down on him, silencing his smart assed answers with more moans on his end.
Kevin began licking my pussy and eating out my ass too, which felt great. I felt his slobbering, wet tongue as he stimulated my clit, teasing and touching it. He also stick it into my pussy, exploring my meaty inner walls as far as his tongue could go.
Yikes, what was that? I jumped my pussy and ass was penetrated at the same time. Damn, for a man his age, Kevin was surprisingly pretty good with his technique. Either using his tongue on my pussy while fingering my ass, or the other way around, I think he made me so wet I began to drip on him.
Without warning my body rose and exploded, squirting my juices all over his head. It must have been years since he did something like this because he lapped up every single drop and returned, eager for more. Slightly satisfied, I stopped Jacob's blowjob yet again.
“You wanna fuck now?” I asked him.
His eyes widened and a stupid smile formed on his face.
“Yea, why not.”
While he lay there, I stood over him and bent down, position my pussy over his dick. I could control how fast or slow I wanted him to be inside me, I felt powerful. I made sure he entered me slowly at first, his huge girth now no problem for my wet pussy. My eyes widened at the feeling of him inside of me, slowly exploring my insides while my entrance clung on and milked his cock for what it was worth.
I reached down to rub my clit while moving myself up and down on his dick. He gasped at the feeling and wanted to grab my hips, positioning himself to fuck me faster. I pushed down hard on his chest so that he lay down flat.
“Don't be naughty,” I said, “let me enjoy myself.”
From the corner of my eye I saw Kevin watching us, he was getting depressed again. I beckoned him over. Unzipping his fly to reveal his erect dick, I started sucking on it while fucking Jacob. Kevin gasped at the feeling as he threw back his head, mouth agape. I wondered how long it had been since he received a blowjob too.
“YEA!!! YEA!!!”
Kenneth gave a primal howl as he pounded Erin's ass with fast, deep, thrusts. He must have been cumming because he and Erin were screaming and moaning like nobody's business.
Controlling my pussy, I relaxed my abdominal muscles when he entered me and tightened them when I lifted myself off his cock, as if my pussy was saying “don't go” to Jacob's cock. Feeling him moan louder and louder with every move gave a feeling of satisfaction to me as I rubbed myself with one hand and blew Kevin with another.
“Ahh… AHH…AHHH!” I heard Jacob yell as his dick started to throb.
He suddenly grabbed my hips and with tremendous strength, he thrust himself up as deeply inside me as possible, releasing his hot, sticky cum inside me with every thrust. I screamed from the pleasure as I felt another orgasm on its way. He filled me up with his warm, sticky cum. I reached down and pinched my clit lightly.
“AHHHHH!” I shrieked as I started to cum while Jacob was in the middle of his climax. Letting go of Kevin's dick, I pounded my ass as hard as possible on Jacob, soaking his already wet dick with even more of my juices. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them and fingering my nipples to encourage a more intense orgasm. I yelled even louder as I came multiple times, my mind blank from the pleasure and my body numb, each throb from my hips sent my body writhing even more.
By now I sort of noticed everyone come over and watch me but I did not give half a fuck as I continued pleasuring myself on Jacob's massive dick.
Finally when I could feel no more climaxes coming along, I collapsed on Jacob's chest. My body was drenched in sweat and my own pussy juices as I lay there on him, panting for air.
“I need a drink,” I said, my hand reaching out for one.
Kevin went to the cooler and got me one, which I gratefully downed.
Wiping my mouth with my arm, I got up. Kevin was not done yet, and frankly, I was not completely spent either. Who knows, when all this was over, maybe I would look forward to attending these meetings next time.
Using the chair for support, I lifted one leg onto the chair, exposing both my pussy and my ass.
I turned my head, looking behind me. It seemed like Kevin and Edward had not come yet. I beckoned both of them over.
“One round of rock, paper, scissors; winner gets to do me in the ass,” I said rather breathlessly.
Kevin and Edward played one round. Kevin won.
“YES!” the whole room was filled with his deprived, excited voice.
Edward lay on the floor with his erect dick lying on its side while I got on top facing him. I watched as he reached down, maneuvering his dick to my wet, gaping entrance while Kevin eager mounted me from behind. Gingerly prying my cheeks open, he barely inserted his tip into my small asshole. He spat on his dick for lubricant.
Edward looked at me, as if asking when to start.
I held out my palm, wait, I motioned. Kevin and I had to get used to anal first before Edward could start fucking me.
Kevin entered me very slowly, scared to tear my fragile little asshole. On all fours for support, I relaxed my ass muscles the best I could, trying to accommodate Kevin's great girth.
Finally his entire length was inside me. Kevin grabbed my ass in both hands.
“Ooh Roxy, your ass feels soo tight!” he exclaimed with pleaure.
“No shit,” I replied.
I nodded at Edward, he could start now. He started thrusting into me as Kevin withdrew. The slight pain mixed with a whole lot of pleasure made it all the sweeter as I got both my holes fucked.
“Yea… yea…” I heard Edward moan as he pounded my pussy with fast, deep thrusts, enjoying the feeling of rubbing my meaty insides with every thrust.