It had been a good game. My team had beaten the Oilers by 2 and I’d consumed enough beer to have questionable morals, not to mention possibly poor judgement. The evening had started at a local tavern, one with a trio of big-screen televisions, and ended up with me perched on the edge of a hot tub, about to slip in between two hotties – Luke and Tyler, although I was a little foggy on which was which. They were brothers and, except for the hair colour, looked enough alike to be confusing. It really didn’t matter so I didn’t worry too much about it.

“Damn, Bonnie. You look so fucking hot,” the blonde one exclaimed. I really wasn’t going to try to remember which was which at this point.

What a night to decide to wear sheer black panties and a matching bra under my jeans and jersey. When they’d suggested we hang out in the tub and get a little high, I’d just stripped down to my underwear. I was ready to party. Finishing off my Molson, I settled between the guys, putting my arms around their shoulders as they slid closer, their hips pinning me between them, jets of hot water churning the surface, one of which I was practically sitting on, making it even harder to remember any names, including my own.

“Fuck,” I moaned, as the jet focused on my asshole and pussy. It was almost too much and If I didn’t move I was going to be a mess of horny and probably orgasmic girl pretty soon so, of course, I pulled them closer and started making out with… Luke (I was sure Luke had the dark hair), while Tyler roughly mauled my tits. Pretty soon he’d pulled my bra down, freeing them so he could suck on my sensitive nipples until they were rock hard and aching to be bitten. I have always liked my fucking a little on the rough side.

“You’re kind of a slut,” the blonde hunk managed, before I shut him up with my tongue in his mouth. I wasn’t about to deny it. I wanted him to fuck me. Make that both of them. At the same time, preferably - both their rather impressive cocks (and I could tell that they were, the way there were trying to escape their swim shorts) shoved up my fuck holes as they sandwiched me.

I was moaning into his mouth like the little fuck bitch I was turning into, as he pushed my panties aside and started fingering my eager cunt. He wasn’t very skilled, but his enthusiasm made up for it, and I did my best to grind against his fingers while his partner was rubbing his sizable bulge against me.

“Such a hot piece of ass.”

I felt my panties being yanked from behind, until they were halfway down my thighs. I didn’t protest. I wanted to get fucked. I needed for them to use my pussy, maybe my ass. Strong hands clasped my waist, helping me up on his lap. I briefly missed the feeling of pressurized water washing over my clit as I straddled his thighs, giggling as we both struggled to pull his swim trunks down and free his cock so he could shove it into my eager cunt. It was a snug fit. Nice and thick. Our mouths were mashed together, our kisses sloppy as he shoved his tongue past my lips while Tyler groped my ass and pushed his hand between my cheeks and began rubbing my needy little pucker.

I was in heaven, the weed and beer heightening everything. My nipples were rubbing against the light hairs on his chest, my sensitive nipples hard as rocks and aching to be licked or sucked or even bitten.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I let gravity take over and pull me down, impaling me on his prick. I felt stuffed, although I was hungry for more.

I gasped as Tyler grabbed a handful of hair and forced my head back to one side, claiming me with rough urgent kisses. They weren’t going to make love to me. They were going to use me like a whore. I felt my pulse race as Luke started pounding into me, hands gripping my waist, kissing my throat, as he started to fuck the shit out of my tight little fuck hole. A moment later he was sinking his teeth into me, making me scream into his partner in crime’s mouth and writhe around on his cock, out of control with lust. I began hammering down on his cock, feeling waves building inside of me, crying out again as at least two fingers were shoved into my asshole from behind. I was hoping for a cock, but I wasn’t in a position to complain.

I know a lot of girls don’t like anal, but I was the odd exception to the rule who not only loved being ass fucked, but craved it. I’d even cum from being bent over a table or the bed and being taken from behind. I felt my pussy clenching as his knuckles pushed past my anal ring, stretching my tight little hole and driving me wild.

“Want my cock in your butt?” he growled in my ear as I fucked his brother.

“Yes. I need it,” I moaned, desperate for them to take me in both holes.

I felt myself being pulled out of the water, still impaled with cock, locked in a kiss and mashed into Luke as he lay back on the deck, inching away from the hot tub and taking me with him, both of us fucking the other vigorously as my cheeks were prised open.

I held my breath in anticipation as I felt the top of Tyler's prick pushing against my pucker and then back away so that he could spit on it.

“What a nasty little bitch.”

I was, and I reveled in him recognizing it. Right now all I wanted was to be used until I was worn out from cumming.

“Fuck my ass,” I said, my words turning to whimpering moans, as I felt my anal ring being stretched wide by his cock. Not as thick as the one in my cunt, but thick enough to burn as he shoved it into my ass and began to slowly pump into me.

God, the feeling of having two cocks buried in me, practically rubbing together, was too much. I was overcome and started to spasm, shoving myself down on them as I began to climax.

“Fuck, she’s cumming.”

“Goddamn.”

I barely heard them over my own cries of ecstasy as I gushed all over Luke’s cock, my cunt and ass squeezing their fleshy fuck spears as I exploded. Not that it stopped them. They kept on plowing into me, hammering my pussy and ass, taking their own pleasure while mauling my tits and smothering me with wet sloppy kisses.

It was exactly what I needed as I sobbed with pleasure, already feeling the next wave rising, knowing I’d be cumming on their pricks for as long as they kept going at me like they were. I liked to cum and I was lucky that I seemed to have endless orgasms when I was this turned on.

I kept humping Luke, sandwiched between them as they pounded me from above and below. I felt myself edging closer and closer to the brink as the cock in my ass was shoved in even deeper. I swear I could feel it swell as thick cum was pumped into me, Tyler’s long fingers tightening on my tit until it felt like my nipple was going to pop. I screamed, part pain, part orgasmic ecstasy as I crested the wave and exploded, nearly blacking out this time as my ass was filled with cum. A moment later I felt my pussy being filled too. God, it felt so good. I could feel the spasm rolling through me. That’s when I glance up and noticed we weren’t alone.

She was blonde and, from where I lay pinned between two guys, tall. And busty. She caught my eye as I looked her over, shaking her head, a smirk playing across her lips. I wondered how long she’d been there watching, a shudder of desire coursing through me at the thought of her witnessing my debauchery.

“Make sure you clean up your mess,” she said, an air of authority in her voice before turning and leaving, startling the guys.

“Shit.”

“I thought she was gone for the weekend.”

Apparently not, I thought, still breathless from cumming so hard. I wondered who she was, thinking she had the same look as the brothers, who I was now pretty sure were actual brothers. Older sister, perhaps. She was just as hot, even though she’d been dressed conservatively in a pair of trousers and a linen coat over a turtleneck jumper.

Although curious, I didn’t dwell on it too much. I was more interested in reviving the cock that had been inside my ass. Shamelessly I wiggled out from between the brothers and started sucking on it, slurping noisily, my mouth full of spit as I cupped and fondled his balls.

“Fuck,” he breathed, as I felt him start to swell in my mouth. I’d always been proud of my blow job skills. I think the secret was that I just loved to suck cock. It took a while, and a lot of work, but eventually, with drool running down my chin, I got him to cum, swallowing most of it, getting the rest on my cheeks and a little in my throat. By then Luke was rising to the occasion as well, jerking off over me while watching his brother get deep-throated. Not long after Tyler fed me another load, releasing it all over my tits and making me feel like a total cumslut.

After that, it was nice to just lay there and bask in the cooling summer breeze that had picked up during our mini-orgy, my clothes and underwear forgotten. Truthfully, I liked being naked and wasn’t in a hurry to get dressed, despite the guys getting back into their swim trunks as they picked up the mess we’d made. Mostly it was my panties and bra, some beer bottles, a bag of chips and their weed. I was content to watch, sitting on the deck, my feet dangling into the hot tub, cum sliding down my tits and over my soft tummy, only semi-aware that I’d spread my thighs and started to finger myself until my fingers were dripping with Luke’s cum. No sense in letting it go to waste, I decided, sucking and licking my fingers clean, grinning as the guys paused to watch. I was pretty sure that the night was just beginning from the way they were looking at me.

By the time they were done, I was ready for round two. Hopefully, they’d be able to keep up with me.

“Want to take it inside?”

“Sure. I need to pee too.”

I wasn’t shy but I didn’t think they’d appreciate me pissing on the deck. We went inside and I took care of things – peed and did my best to finger comb my hair before drying off and wrapping a fluffy blue towel, that barely covered my ass, around my small tits. Pausing in the hall I could see the brothers lounging on the couch, beers in hand. They’d both changed out of their trunks while I’d been in the bathroom. Luke was wearing shorts and an unbuttoned beach shirt while Tyler wore shorts and a Rush tee, looking eager to resume the party. I was eager too and the night would have gone a completely different way, if I hadn’t glanced the other way and noticed the soft blue glow seeping under a closed door near the far end.

Still kind of tipsy and a little stoned, I decided to investigate, padding down the hall, my steps swallowed up by the thick beige carpet. Trying the door I found it to be unlocked. The first thing I noticed were the aquariums. Three of them, all large and lit up and full of colourful fish and greenery. They were really pretty and provided the sole light for the room, illuminating it eerily. The light above was blue, casting everything in the luminescent hue that had drawn me here. It felt like being underwater. I stood in front of the closet, peering in, recognizing some but not all of the inhabitants - mostly fish, but snails as well and a couple of tiny crabs. They looked exotic, as did the plants.

“These are pretty amazing,” I mumbled, bending over to get a better look. Most of the fish seemed chosen because of their bright hues. I moved to the next tank, entranced, already losing track of time, the brothers forgotten for now. I’d always loved nature documentaries. Especially the David Attenborough ones. All the beautifully shot tropical underwater scenes had always resonated with me. This felt like I was suddenly in the middle of one.

“Must take a lot of work.”

“Worth it, though.”

I turned away from the tank, startled by her voice again. She was standing in the doorway, her attention fixed on me. I blushed, remembering that the first time she’d seen me I was getting DPed in the hot tub, and I was suddenly feeling shy as she appraised me with a cryptic smile.

“Don’t touch anything,” she said, as our gazes locked. Her voice held a hint of warning, making it sound like a command rather than a request.

“I won’t,” I mumbled, taking a step away from the softly lit tank.

“Good girl.”

I’m not sure why, but those two words filled me with an undefinable longing to be on my best behavior. Or perhaps my worst. She looked me over again, a coy smile playing on her lips as I turned towards the third tank.

“I recognize some. I don’t know their names, though.”

“Not surprising. Most won’t be found at the local pet store.”

She moved beside me, not quite touching me.

“Mostly chichlids in this tank. African and South American. And down there by the rock?” She pointed towards the back of the tank where I could see the front half of a vibrant blue crustacean.  “Electric blue lobster.”

“Beautiful,” I murmured, meaning it. I caught her smile in the tank's reflection.

“I like beautiful things. These are all freshwater. I keep the saltwater tanks downstairs. Would you like to have a look?”

“Yes,” I replied without thinking. “But Luke and-“

“My brothers will wait,” she said, cutting me off and taking my elbow, guiding me from the room to another door, this one locked.

“I don’t want the guys messing around down here,” she explained as she produced a key ring from her coat pocket and opened it. Behind was an ordinary staircase, dimly lit like the fish room had been with blue light.

“Bonnie, right?”

“Yes. Bonnie.”

"Alison. I’ll lead. Hold on to the rail. It’s steep.”

I followed her down, careful of my steps, stopping before we reached the bottom to stare. I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. The tanks down here dwarfed the ones upstairs. There were three, each filled with a variety of fish, these all presumably saltwater.

“Wow,” I managed, a little overwhelmed. “How did you do this?”

“It’s my field.” I detected a hint of pride in her voice. “Go ahead, take a look.”

Again I didn’t recognize all of the species, so she pointed them out to me, her hand on my elbow at first, then moving to the small of my back and from there to my ass, slipping under the towel I was wearing, cupping my cheek and fondling me. I didn’t mind. In fact, it felt good and was turning me on. By the time we were done with the tour my pussy juices were trickling down the inside of my thighs and my fragrance was noticeable, not that she said anything. I knew she knew, though.

“There’s one more tank. One I think you’ll appreciate. Through that door.”

She pointed. I hadn’t noticed it before. Not surprising. It blended into the concrete wall so that it was almost invisible. I wasn’t sure if that was an invitation until I felt her hand between my shoulder blades. She gave me a gentle shove, guiding me forward, my curiosity keeping my feet moving across the worn linoleum floor.

It would have been awesome if it was some sort of secret door needing a security code or an eye scan to open, since it looked so mysterious. All it had was a doorknob, though. Not even a fancy one. I could see a set of three polished steps going down. A cool draft breezed through, making me shiver a little. Or maybe it was her fingers trailing through my damp hair that had me trembling. Her touch felt intimate and had my pulse racing as I took the first step.

The room was cold and damp and mostly dark, lit only by the lights from the room behind us and by a soft blue glow coming from across the room, where I could make out what looked like a table set before another tank. This one was at least twice the size of those she’d just shown me. From where I stood, I couldn’t see much of anything in it. Some dark shapes was all. Plants or rocks. Or very still fish. I didn’t get long to wonder before Alison stole my attention and unwrapped me, letting the bath towel fall to the floor. Before I could decide if I wanted to protest or not, she’d slipped her hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy and begun to caress me softly.

“You’re wet. A little turned on?”

“A little,” I admitted and took a deep breath. God, she was good. She knew just how and where to touch me. Not like the guys, who’d been clumsy. She began stalking my clit with her fingers.

“Been with another girl before, Bonnie?”

“Oui. A few.”

She placed her mouth on the back of my neck, tangling her finger in my hair, and kissed me, leaving me defenseless and unable to resist her advances. It felt too good to want her to stop. Closing my eyes, I let myself enjoy the moment, only slightly embarrassed by how easily I was letting her seduce me and how wet my pussy was as she played with it. It wasn’t long before she’d slipped two fingers inside me and had me dripping all over her palm, as she teased my swollen clit with her thumb.

“I’m going to give you an experience you will never forget. If you’re up for it. Are you? Do you want to be my fuck toy today?”

Her words were bad enough. To make it worse, she pushed her fingers up into my sopping cunt with each and every one of them, so that I couldn’t think straight.

“Yes,” I moaned, not even sure what I was agreeing too, only that I didn’t want her to stop.

“Good girl.”

I surrendered to her, unable to help myself, submitting as she led me, her fingers still inside me, to the other side of the table, facing the mysterious tank, backing me up until my ass bumped up against it. It was cool against my bare skin, yielding as she pressed me into it, giving me the impression of padding. She kissed me - tender at first but then more aggressively, her fingers gripping my hair as she continued playing with my pussy, using my cream to coat my clit, my taint, even smearing it on my puckered asshole, a finger tip probing playfully into me, leaving me gasping with pleasure.

“Fuck.”

“You like that, Bonnie? You like having my finger in your ass?”

“I love it. It feels so good.”

She kissed me again, letting go of my hair, abandoning my asshole, her hands moving to my waist, lifting.

“Up you go.”

She got me up on the padded table, my legs dangling over the edge, and kissed me passionately, leaving me breathless, her tongue pushing past my parted lips before she stepped back, gazing at me with open lust.

“You like eating pussy?”

“Oui. Very much.”

“Lie back then, and I’ll let you eat mine.

Without hesitation I lay back, my head hanging off the other side, letting her move my thighs apart, exposing my pussy before circling to where I could see her. Without thinking I let my hand wander until it was between my thighs and resumed what she had started, stroking my clit and running my fingers between my folds.

She shook her head, and tutted, clearly amused. “Hands off if you know what’s good for you.”

Sighing, I reluctantly obeyed, watching as she shed her jacket and then bent to remove her shoes, her gaze rarely wavering from mine. Unbuttoning her trousers, she pushed them over her hips and let them slide down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to one side revealing a nice set of legs and a pair of lacey blue panties that were already slightly damp. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, barely aware that I was licking my lips at the thought of tasting her for the first time.

She must have read my mind. Or just seen the lust in my eyes. Or maybe she was having the same thoughts. My head was in the perfect position to kiss her panties when she moved closer. Upside down I was a little dizzy, the blood rushing to either my brain or my cunt. I could feel my pulse pounding as I run my tongue over her lacey panties and got my first taste of her pussy and inhaled her fragrant musk.

“Such a nasty girl. Lick my panties, you little slut.”

I did, my drool making a mess of them as I did my best to lap up as much of her creamy cunt juice as I could, moaning as she continued to talk dirty.

“You are such a whore, aren’t you. A dirty little pussy licking whore.”

“Yes,” I whimpered as I reached out and wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer, my face buried in her wet panties. She took my face in her hands and ran her fingers tenderly over my cheeks, holding me in place as I pleasured her.

Eventually, she paused to pull her panties to one side so I could get to her pussy, her juices overflowing as she rubbed herself against my face, while I did my best to lap at her clit. I felt her thighs trembling and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Don’t stop, baby. No matter what happens,” she said, suddenly, her voice dripping with lust. She gripped my head tighter, lifting it so that it was trapped between her thighs, unable to move. Panting, I shoved my tongue up into her folds, barely able to breath, so overwhelming was her scent. I was unable to see, either.

As much as I was enjoying her using my mouth, I began to feel a desperate need in my pussy. I wanted to be licked, or fingered, or fucked. I could feel my pussy leaking, pooling beneath my ass, making a mess of the padded table, as I fought for each breath while tongue fucking Alison. And then I felt something unexpected…

“Just relax and enjoy it.”

I wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was. I felt something wet brushing against my calf. It felt like a finger, slick with precum or lube, leaving a slimy trail of goo as it trailed up my leg, spiraling as it went, brushing sensuously over my exposed flesh. I did my best not to freak out. It helped that it felt really good, even if I had no idea what was going on. Before I had a chance to try to pull my legs up, I felt the same touch against the other leg, closer to my foot. This time, it felt tentative as it encircled my ankle. And then, more weirdness. It felt like it was kissing me, but with more than one mouth. A dozen soft, sucking, wet butterfly-light kisses traveling along my calf. Shivering, I let out a gasp and tried to free my head, but Alison was having none of it.

“Did I tell you to stop, slut?”

I let out a whimper and started lapping at her clit, my nose buried between her folds, my heart pounding as I felt a series of kisses along the inside of my thigh, drawing closer and closer to my needy wet pussy, driving me crazy and making me writhe on the table as my legs were slowly spread.

“Just let it happen. I promise it won’t hurt you,” she moaned, her hips rolling as she started fucking my face. “God, I wish you could watch.”

Watch what? I felt another touch, cool and wet and slick, sliding up my leg, brushing past my pussy, sending shivers through me. I jerked, my hips lifting off the table as it trailed over my belly and breasts, the sucking sensation enveloping my nipple, pleasure rippling through me along with hints of pain, as my swollen aching nub was stretched and pinched.

“Fuck,” I cried into her pussy, setting off her orgasm. I felt her warm sticky cum gushing all over my face, coating my tongue and filling my mouth. I swallowed as best I could as she ground herself against me, moaning loudly my other nipple was being assaulted by another ‘mouth’ and a third was had clamped onto my clit. I struggled as I felt wet slimy coils tighten around my legs and waist, realizing I was helpless.

“So beautiful. Here.”

Cupping my head in her hands, she raised it, giving me my first sight of what was happening to me. Tentacles, not unlike those of an octopus, were slithering from the tank, each covered with mouth-like suckers.

“What is is?” I whimpered, fear mingled with pleasure as another one slithered between my spread thighs and between my folds, curling up into my pussy and stroking my g-spot until I was writhing in ecstasy.

“I don’t know. Yet. It’s intelligent and alien. And so beautiful. And Bonnie? Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt a little…”

The words were barely out of her mouth, when I felt a burning pain in my nipples and clit. Like needles had been pushed into them. I screamed, pain exploding inside of me. Pain that disappeared as quickly as it came, to be replaced with ecstasy. It was like some orgasmic drug had been injected into me, filling me from head to toe with unimaginable pleasure that flowed through me like warm ocean waves.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, as another tentacle slid over the edge of the tank while I watched, leaving smears of ultraviolet goo like the others had done. My flesh was covered with the stuff, making me look like a living neon sign. I watched in fascination, fear dissipating. Alison was right. It was beautiful. The creature’s skin seems to change colours, sometimes with quick bursts and sometimes slowly, representing various rainbow hues that glowed softly in the dim light.

I shuddered with lust as the tip brushed against my puckered asshole, probing curiously before slipping into me, stretching me apart, burning as it explored deeper, thickening inside of me even as another pushed its way into my cunt, the suckers making if feel like someone was kissing my inner walls. Overcome I exploded with ecstasy, cumming with a scream, my body lifting from the table, as I clung to Alison, fingers digging into her fleshy thighs. I couldn’t stop, either. Before my climax faded I was cumming again, nearly as hard, and then a third time. A part of me was scared, wondering if someone could actually die from endlessly cumming. I pushed that part away and reveled in the pleasure that was threatening to turn me inside out until, eventually, I was completely exhausted. Even then, small waves of pleasure continued to roll through as the tentacles withdrew, leaving me alone with Alison.

Eventually, she helped up, supporting me as I sat on the edge of the table.

“What was that?” I asked, my voice raspy and hoarse.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. I discovered it on a dive about five years ago. It was much smaller. As far as I know, it’s a unicorn. Unique. No one else knows about it.”

“But me.”

She shrugged, her smile wry. “You’ll forget. Not sure why, but as soon as you leave this room your memory will start to fade and you’ll forget all about in an hour or two. Everyone does.”

"You don’t.”

“No. I don’t. We have some sort of symbiotic connection. It feeds on orgasms is the best way to describe it, although it’s much more complex than that.”

I turned my gaze towards the tank, watching for signs of movement. Nothing. Not even a ripple.

“How often does it need to be fed?”

“Weekly. Usually I do it. I believe it tastes orgasms differently, though. Mine might taste like bacon while yours could taste like cheesecake. I think it gets tired of eating bacon all the time, so when I get the opportunity…”

“You feed it cheesecake,” I said softly, aware that I was blushing.

“I feed it cheesecake,” she parroted, tipping my chin up with her finger and kissing me softly. I kissed her back, drawing it out until she pushed me gently away, her breasts heaving.

“You should go join my brothers. They’ll be wondering where you are,” she said, breathless.

Nodding, I stood, pausing a moment to look at the tank. It seemed empty, but I knew better. At least for now.

“What about you?”

“Me?”

“Maybe I don’t want to forget you?”

Alison kissed me again, fingers brushing gently through my damp hair. This time she didn’t push me away. This time she helped me back up on the table and I went willingly…