Tropical Disturbance

So yeah, the big fuck scene, the one I just spent 10 weeks editing and watching and editing and watching over and over again as a salve for my broken heart. What they'd watched so far, me seducing Dale, him then finally letting me have his dick? That wasn't it.

No, the big fuck scene in store for them was the finale. It was them fucking me up by leaving me heart broken. The same sequence over and over again from all the angles available. That's the story of my adult life though. I mentioned before that I do webcam shows, right? I've monetized my exhibitionist kink.

I'll bet you think it's fucked up right? That I should have multiple cameras recording events in my townhouse, 24-7, every room. I've told Dale and Kat also, and it doesn't look as if they've put two and two together yet.

I queued it up while in a bitchy mood. Now that I'm sitting on the toilet cleaning up my bloody puss, it's apparent my bitchy mood is due to my period. Two days early. Dammit, Katrina and Dale still owe me some fucks. Ah well, guess I'll wait 'til later to collect what they owe me. I'm not in the mood for fuck like this.

I open up my A/V app on my phone and dequeue the video, don't want them watching it without being able to see their faces. Instead, I queue up my Bitch In Torment playlist, it's a mix of Bloodrock, Coldplay and Bad Company tracks. It's on low now 'cause I'm not yet to the full on self loathing stage.

Katrina opens the bathroom door, looks in and says, "Are you okay Jessa? You've been in here a while. The video went away also."

"No, I'm not okay. My bloody little red bitch decided to visit two days early. The only thing I'm in the mood for is a shower and then slithering into bed to sleep the rest of the weekend. You and Dale can go fuck yourselves silly otherwise."

Katrina walked over to the shower stall and turned the water on. Made me feel guilty for being a grump. She asks, "You sure you don't want me to scrub your back?"

"I don't want anyone touching me right now," I grouse, "just stay out of my way while I feel sorry for myself."

"Okay grump, I'll go get your bed ready for you then," she tells me as she leaves without giving me a chance to complain.

Don't you hate that? People being nice to you when you want to grump and grouse and be miserable? It drives me nuts sometimes. But the water in the shower is hot and soothing. It almost makes up for the massive headache threatening. Didn't quite keep me from envisioning having to make the bed all over again to my satisfaction before I could go to sleep.

I get to my room with my sleep bed and inspect the job Kitty Kat had done getting it ready. Surprisingly enough, clean white sheets, thick blanket and a body pillow were waiting almost exactly like I wanted. I pull on my underpants, sweats and slide into bed with the light out.

Aside from a couple of trips to the toilet, I sleep until late afternoon. I check my phone and see that Saturday disappeared already and it's Sunday. Nobody is around. Turn up the volume on my Bitch In Torment playlist.

In the kitchen I find a note from Dale or Katrina, handwriting kind of looks like Dale's when I compare it to the list he started a couple of days ago. The note tells me there is some leftovers in the fridge, but I'm not in the mood for what I see in there. Nothing in there appeals to me, but I need something.

Spotting the half jar of green olives, I open that and munch on them while I try to decide if I want to cook something. The olives are helping, but they are salty and drinking the brine doesn't help that. Okay, I open my last can of ginger ale. Mmm, sugar. A menstrual cramp starts. Pickle juice is supposed to be good for cramps, so I pour some into a cup and drink that.

Odd combination all that, the flavors all mixing together. Salty, sugary, briny, gingery, vinegary, and so on again. My tampon is feeling squishy and now my underpants do to. I go take a shower and then get in bed. I need sleep before work tomorrow, get back up in a panic to make sure I have clean underpants for work. Can't go commando while the bitch is leaking out.

So, here I am, just about asleep, dwelling on why I'm all alone and why Dale and Kat hadn't at least told me they were going home. They didn't even give me a hug before they left. I could have used a cuddle while I'm feeling miserable. Why do I have abandonment issues all of a sudden?

Maybe that's been a problem for me all along. I'd usually get bored with my playthings and dump them before they got tired of me. But this time... this time... they had dumped me. That's what that video I was going to show them was all about. I need sleep dammit, leave me alone trouble!

Monday is hump day, not for work, for my cycle. I start to feel better, with less self loathing. Yesterday I loved them. Today, not so much. I start thinking that I should tell them to take a hike. I need to get back to being myself, not some plaything for them. See, that's not how things are supposed to work. They are supposed to be my playthings! How did everything get so topsy-turvy?

Tuesday, when the flow is lighter and I'm feeling more human, they both send me selfies and they are blowing me kisses. Okay, they're cute, I love 'em again. I text them to find out what they have planned for the weekend. Kat's response is that she is working midday Saturday, but I'm welcome to go over there anytime and she'll join me and Dale when she gets home.

Maybe I should do that, go over after Kat has gone to work Saturday and fuck Dale's brains out before she returns home and fuck her brains out while he's unconscious when she gets back. It looks like I'm starting to get horny again. Anyway, it's an improvement over how it was for me 3 weeks ago when I couldn't even think about sex. I make sure my nipples are hard and send them both a boob shot from my car in the parking lot at work.

The flow of my period stopped mid-morning Wednesday and I'm thinking about sex constantly like before they walked out of my life. I want to hang on to that feeling, but if they leave me again, will I be able to? Shit, now I hate them again. I'm thinking that on Saturday, it might be better to wait until Kat gets off work and have them meet me on neutral ground like Barbarossa's and tell them to fuck off.

I can't quite bring myself to send that text though. On the one hand, if I deviate from what they are expecting they'll know something's changed, right? And then they'll ghost me at Barbarossa's and I'll be right back where I was, abandoned. You've screwed me again haven't you trouble?

For the first time in fifteen fucking years I cry myself to sleep. Okay, maybe the fifth of Crown Royal after I got home made that last part inevitable. Liquid courage my ass! At least I got it out of my system. I didn't cry that day they walked out of my life last time. I just got morose and depressed, no crying.

So Thursday morning when I'm sober, I'm feeling kind of relieved now that the crying jag is out of the way. At work I'm multitasking again at last, thinking about both work and sex per my usual. It makes my boss tell me that he's glad to have me back. I hadn't taken any time off from work except last Friday, but you know. Maybe I should go rub one out in the restroom just to let him know that I'm 100 percent again.

My day lasts longer than usual since I'm hitting my groove and getting caught up on all my work. I get home from work and get inside when I receive a text message from Dale. A video is attached, a hot video. Kitty Kat is bouncing up and down on Dale's cock, nipples taut, breasts jiggling, breathing hard. Well fuck, now I love them once more.

I rush inside, almost forgot the stuff in my car. I strip down on my way to my masturbation lair, drag out the sybian and the lube and my hitachi wand. I'm already juicy in my crotch, but I since I'm going to be grinding real hard, the lube is gonna help. Now the sybian is on, I've turned on my webcam to record the show while I'm grinding out a couple of orgasms getting ready for the squirting.

My juices are percolating between my thighs and bouncing around on top of the machine when I feel one coming on. When I ejaculate my squirt splashes off the sybian and up to my tits, all over my chest. Oh fuck it felt good and I'm still trembling from the orgasm while I clip it and tag it and attach it to a text to send back.

Friday the doubts start creeping in. I wonder why the fuck I did what I did the night before. Aside from being horny again that is. I'm suppose to be getting ready to kick them to the curb, and how is that going to look after I just sexted them? Then again, now they won't suspect anything, right? And I have to make myself ready to be mean ya know? How else am I going to keep from being abandoned?

Oh, and when the fuck did they learn how to do drooling emojis anyway? I think about that while I plan how the break up is going to go on Saturday while I'm trying to work on Friday. Needless to say, since I wasn't concentrating on work, I fucked up a data deploy. Good thing I had a backup of the database from before hand.

My cheese for brains slip-up meant late hours on Friday. I hate them again. Okay, Dale and Kat hadn't actually screwed up the deploy. That was me, but I blame them anyway, 'cause trouble told me to. But what the hell does trouble know anyway but how to get me in trouble? Bastard.

Anyway, I over-sleep Saturday morning. By the time I wake up, Kat's been at work almost 4 hours and she doesn't normally work more than 6 hours. That means I'm not going to have time to fuck Dale's brain out before Kat gets back from work. My plan is shot to hell at that point. I'm going to have to wing it, ya know. Find some way to break up with them differently than my original plan.

But that's me isn't it? Can't plan worth shit, and wing it anyway. Well, my private life anyway. Normally my business life is more orderly and I don't fuck that up as much. So it's Saturday, the day I've resolved to head off my abandonment breakdown by beating them to the punch. It's going to be messy, I just know it is, but I've got to do it. Self preservation, if nothing else.

When I get out to my car to go? One of the tires has been nailed! It's going to take triple A around two hours to get to my place. But if I change it myself, I'll have to get changed to grubbies first, and after changing the tire get cleaned up and shower and dressed again. Either way, Kat is going to be home before I get there... bother. I text them to tell them I'm running late.

No way around it now. I'm going to have to jump straight in right off the bat when I get there and tell them that we must be done, we need to get back to our respective lives and stay away from each other. I'll give them the it's not you, it's me speech. That should do, I guess. I'm nervous as hell now.

First thing I need to make sure of is bring their house key to return. I shouldn't be hanging on to it if we aren't going to be having relations anymore. After I get to their house and let myself in, I drop the key in the kitchen catch-all drawer. Neither of them are downstairs. Did they get started having sex while waiting for me?

What do I do, wait until they finish and then tell them I'm leaving? Interrupt the sex to tell them? Wait! No Jessa, stop thinking about sex long enough to finish the job at hand! It's time to dump them and thinking about sex is not conducive to dumping them! Get a grip Jessa! Shit.

Should've picked up something for dinner on the way over. I walk into the kitchen and they have what's left of dinner on the stove. That'll do, I help myself to some, not much since my stomach is tied up in knots thinking about what I've got to do tonight. It's just enough to settle my butterflies temporarily. And of course I feel a tad guilty having that little bit.

As I'm putting my used dishes in the sink, they walk into the kitchen. Drat, they are nude. I've got to focus on the job at hand, but dammit, they are too fucking sexy.

Dale says, "You're here finally."

Kat, at the same time says, "'Bout time lover."

I push forward, otherwise I'm liable to falter, "I thought you guys wanted to talk. That's what you said last weekend. After sex, we'd talk? Sorry I flaked out when I got my period. So, what do we talk about?"

"We'll talk. When the makeup sex is finished," added Kat.

"Guys," I said.

Dale said, "I think she's a tad overdressed, what do you think Kat?"

"Oh yes, she's definitely overdressed," as Kat unzipped my skirt and tugged it off my hips.

"Kat! Wait..." and that's as far as that thought got when she buried her face in my crotch licking and nipping my pelvis and the heat rose in my nether region. Of course, Dale took over my lips with his mouth, driving his tongue between my parted lips and insistently exploring between my teeth and tongue.

Dale and Kat are past my defenses so fast the only thing left for me to do is moan and whimper as I'm being undressed and seduced and turned into a fuck toy so fast my head spins. God I hate them. God I love them. I'm going to be fucked, and they are going to fuck me and I'm going to end up helping them. I can't help myself, I want it so much.

In their bedroom they switch roles on me, Dale parts my thighs and nibbles on my raised knees eventually trailing along my inner thighs inching achingly slowly toward my pussy. I can't direct him to go any faster though because Kat straddles my face, rubbing her slick pussy over my chin and mouth and questing tongue. Her hands are tickling my hips stroking back and forth teasing my mound, not quite touching my clit.

Impatiently, I roll my hips forward and thrust my quivering sex trying to get them to pay more attention to that, but they leave me wanting. I ache to have a mouth on my mound, on my labia, on my clit. I'm so close to climax and my slit is open, ready for penetration and the slickness is dripping down between my ass cheeks.

My knees are pushed toward my shoulders, and trapped by Kat's arms. My delirious cunt and ass are stretched and begging for a fuck right now. Please fuck me somebody? When the finger enters my ass that's been slicked by my own juices, I start screaming my orgasm into Kat's sloppy pussy. The spasms of my anus clench the finger and soon a second finger joins the invasion increasing my squirming.

The porn star position they've got me in restricts my movement, but whatever I can manage has me riding the fingers in my ass and toward another crest. Kat bucks in orgasm making my face even sloppier and she leans forward. Her lips envelope my already engorged clit, pushing me over the edge again, "Oh fuck me. Oh God, fuck me," I beg.

Dale removes his fingers and I whimper at the empty sensation I now feel in my anus as it clenches the air.

"Please somebody, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, just fuck me!"

Dale's cock head teases and rubs my clit for a bit while Kit licks it and my clit in tandem. My panting is making me parched, so I do my best to suck moisture from Kat and I'm rewarded when she cums in my mouth again.

Kat pants, "Fuck her dear, impale that hungry cunt with your pole."

I squeal with delight when his throbbing dickhead starts sliding past my open labia, "Please, yes, impale me! Oh yes!" I struggle to make it go in faster, but with Kat pinning me down to the bed all I can do is wring the sheets harder in my fists.

They torture me with this slow fuck. After all of his shaft is in me, he stops. I can feel it throbbing, pulsing deep within my vagina. Why stop? Why, why? I try to milk his semen with my tunnel and succeed in making myself cum on him while he waits with it bottomed out. I am beyond words now, all I can do is whimper and moan.

When my climax recedes, Dale pulls slowly out and slowly pushes in again and repeats it until he eventually steadies on a slow rhythmic thrusting. I concentrate on how each vein rubs the walls of my vagina this way and that. It's building me up to a monster orgasm, steadily ratcheting my core tighter and tighter. I'm sure I'm going to explode and drench the three of us.

Just as I approach the point of no return, Kat pushes Dale back. I groan in frustration. Oh God I hope they aren't planning on edging me. I gasp as Kat grasps my ass cheeks and pulls them apart spreading my bung hole, stretching it taut though it gapes and clenches as if begging to be shafted.

"You heard her Dale, she wants that ass fucked too."

"Fuck," I plead, "fuck it, use me!"

The ridged head of Dales dick lines up with my hole and presses inexorably forward stretching my anus slowly while I whimper and pant and moan my pleasure at the pressure. I feel it wholly engulfed by my anal ring, straining and pulsing and still slowly surging forward until it's finally through with an inaudible pop. I feel my juices dripping and drooling out of my open snatch flowing down and around his tool that has me plugged.

"Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fuck me rough. And for God's sake fuck me faster dammit! Make me cum like the sex starved slut that I am!"

I rock against his hard cock as much as I can and that wonderful fleshy shaft in my bum starts getting harder as it's pushed further in. I groan, "Yes!"

Dale gathers speed slowly, his balls making contact as he plunges his full length in and then back out again. I know I'm not far away from cumming, and yes, I'm going to explode and drench us. That peak grows ever closer with each stroke. Kat jams fingers in, grinds my clit with the heel of her hand and then squeezes my sex like she's juicing a lemon. Blam!

I convulse as my orgasm explodes, "Ah! Holy FUCK!" My spasm arches my back trying to straighten my torso and legs, but Kat and Dale ride me like I'm a bronco, "Oh, Oh, Oh fucking fuck fuck," I cry as I can't seem to stop squirting, but then it settles down to leaking and trembling. It hurts so good I'm ruined for sex with anybody else. Nobody will ever be able to fuck me that good ever again.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark. My bladder wanted to be relieved, and I managed to get out of bed and into the bathroom without waking either of them. The nightlight showed the soaked duvet had been bundled into the hamper. It reeked of sex. So did I, with semen still leaking out of my ass.

Dale had pumped a lot in there while he was balls deep in me and just lying in bed wasn't conducive to expelling it. It's time for a shower. The hot water felt good and suited my afterglow. Drying off after that, I tried to remember where my clothes had ended up, downstairs or up here. In the bedroom again, the clock read shortly after six. The sun wasn't up yet. My clothes were not up here.

In the hallway, it looked like the downstairs lights had been left on. At least that would make it easier to get dressed again, and I chuckled at the thought of having to stumble around in the dark. I head down, there's my blouse. I pick it up and when I straighten, Dale and Kat's 20 year old daughter is standing there, in her night shirt looking directly at me. And my nipples start getting harder.

"Mini-Kat..."

"Jessa, you've been around enough to call me Erica."

"Um, I can explain..."

"By all means, explain... as if I couldn't hear the three of you fucking when I walked in last night. Oh, and get dressed, I don't think I need a visual of you and my parents banging away."

All of a sudden I start wondering what it would be like to have both Kat and her daughter's lips roaming over my body and slicking me down with their pussies. My pussy gets damp. Would that be too much like incest? There was that time I was spit-roasted by twins. They didn't mention if they thought they were engaging in incest when they double penetrated my pussy. Two dicks at once, that was fun. My pussy gets even more damp.

I see you peeking at me over Erica's shoulder. Yeah, you trouble. If I seduce mini-Kat, they would get mad at me big time wouldn't they? They would chuck me out faster than last Tuesday's chicken dinner, and then where would I be? Damn you trouble, quit tempting me with forbidden fruit.