Mystery Doggy-Style SeXStoRY

The sequel to Mystery Cunts and Mystery Cocks “What do we do next?” Chelsea asked me. We’d had so much fun playing Mystery Cunts and Mystery Cocks that we were dying for a repeat. “Who do you think you fucked?” I asked Chelsea. “Jack or Tyson or both?” “I don’t know!” she said. “But I have an idea for a new game tonight.” We told the guys we’d start at seven. Chelsea was so excited she came over at six. “I’ve got to take a shower,” I told her, stripping off my shorts, tank top, and panties and leaving them in a pile on the floor. “After you,” she called from her place on my bed. I ran the water until it was nice and warm and stepped into the shower, thinking about the game we were going to play. Who would fuck me tonight? By now, I might have already done my b*****r, or if not, I might tonight. But I didn’t know which experiences were him, and which were Jack. I decided to pay close attention, to see what I could figure out. “Hurry up!” It was Chelsea, standing naked outside the shower. “Other people need to get clean too!” “Come on in,” I said. My hair and body were soaked, soapy water running down my tits and belly. I was proud of my boobies, which were round and small, with perky nipples. Chelsea stepped in and made a playful grab for my ass. “If I were into girls, I’d go down on you right now,” she joked. “Forget about those guys.” “If I were into girls,” I said. “I’d kiss your tits and finger fuck you. But I’m not.” “If I were into girls,” she said, “I put my tongue up your pussy and make you cum on it.” We laughed and soaped ourselves up, turning ourselves on with our dirty talk. We washed each other’s hair and then washed each other’s pussies and asses, making our cunts wet and creamy in the process. “I’m so ready for this game now,” Chelsea moaned. At seven sharp, the guys were outside my bedroom door. “What’s the name of this game?” Tyson asked. He and Jack both had prominent bulges in their sweat pants. They were as ready as we were. Ty looked incredible, shirtless with a little trail of hair traveling down his belly and disappearing beneath his waistband. I wanted to follow that little trail of hair wherever it led. “You’ll know the name when you see us,” I said to my b*****r. The name of this game was Mystery Doggy-Style. As the guys walked in, I heard their indrawn breaths as they saw us, each of us standing, bent over a chair, covered with a sheet. Both of us were standing with our asses toward the door, so they were greeted with the sight of two assholes and two cunts peeking out through the hole cut in each sheet. I had my legs apart as I bent forward, my hands supporting me on a chair. My ass was up in air as high as I could get it, my ass cheeks spread, giving a clear view of my back door and my puffy, spread open cunt lips. I swallowed hard, waiting for what would happen next. Then, Ty’s voice. “Give us a minute,” he said. “We’ll be back.” Huh? They had something else to do? Chelse and I waited, bent over, our private parts exposed. Were they teasing us? Getting cameras? The waiting was making me even more excited. I felt my pussy open and a little juice from inside me trickle onto my clit. It didn’t take long. They were here, and neither said a word now. I felt a hand on my back. Someone had chosen me. Then, something slippery and greasy on my asshole. They’d gone to get lubricant! A finger full of the greasy stuff worked its way slowly into my asshole, then came out. Then, with a new load of lubricant, it worked its way in again. Then several more times. The finger did its job, filling my ass with lubricant. It felt so dirty, yet so good, to be bent over a chair, unable to see anything, my asshole getting plundered by an anonymous finger. I took a deep breath and relaxed, as the finger went in and out. Then, I felt something else at my asshole, not a dick exactly, but something bigger than a finger. It slid in slowly but easily, due to all the grease on me. The hands reached under the sheet and clipped something around my waist. It was then I realized it was a belt, holding a butt plug in place. They must have gotten it when they went for the lubricant. I’d never had a butt plug in me before. I shifted from one foot to the other, enjoying the sensations in my ass as different muscles contracted. I wondered if Chelsea was taking something up the ass too. Now what was going to happen? My clit was itching to get touched. My pussy was open and dripping. I loved showing off my private parts. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted him, whoever he was, to sink his dick into my gash and fuck, fuck, fuck it. The tongue on my clit nearly sent me through the ceiling. I grasped the chair as hard as I could, to keep from falling. It was so soft on my clit, so gentle and loving, that I went weak in the knees. My cunt opened up even more, aching to be filled. He worried my clit and labia with his tongue and then his lips, while I pushed my ass back against him, trying to get as close him as possible. This was not the same guy who tongued my pussy the first night. Within seconds, I was moving my ass back and forth, trying not to moan or make noise, focusing on the amazing feelings in my pussy, the excitement rising higher and higher while my pussy got licked and sucked and nibbled. At the end, the guy took my labia and clit in his mouth and pulled, sending me into a bucking, foot-stomping silent spasm of ecstasy. It seemed like it lasted a whole minute, the waves of feeling passing over me. My bottom clenched and contracted around the butt plug, which was adding to my pleasure. A hand rubbed my back as I caught my breath. Under the sheet, I couldn’t see anything, of course, and I felt safe and hidden away, except that is, for the most private part of me, which was out on display for the taking. Then a cock entered me. I knew immediately this was a different guy. In the first two games, I realized now, I’d had the same guy twice in a row. This time, I had the other. And, although the first had been fine, I liked the second one better. A lot better. His cock felt incredible inside my pussy, reaching little areas inside me I didn’t even know were there. My pussy was wide open and dripping from the orgasm I’d just had. His meat filled my hole, sliding in and out smoothly. He slid his hand dawn to connect with my clit. He rubbed it and twirled it. He started pulling his cock all the way out of my hole, then plunging it back in the whole length of the shaft, then pulling it out again. I loved that feeling where I was empty, just for a second, then suddenly filled with the whole length and breadth of his dick. Then he stayed inside me, taking me higher and higher with short, sharp thrusts, while his fingers pulled on my clit. As he came so did I, my eyes rolling back in my head, my ass and cunt on fire and pushed as high up in the air as I could get them, my legs shaking. We stayed together for a few minutes that way, his dick softening inside me, our legs trembling, his hand on my back, stroking me softly. Then he and his friend left the room. This was the guy I wanted, my perfect fuckmate. This was the guy I would gladly open my legs for every day until the end of time. But who was he?