The worst was that the fuck fest was consensual, since Isabella was vigorously bouncing her ass back to meet jack hard thrusting, before rocking forward to take all of Brandon’s dick in her mouth.. She was moaning like John had ever heard her before when he finger and suck her pussy. John could see she was enjoying the whole thing, not that she was forced to do it.
Brandon, who was thrusting his dick in Isabella’s mouth repeatedly, noticed John present Since he was facing the door and caught sight of John. He smirked as he pulled out of Isabella’s mouth and shot his load all over her face… and Jack paused.
Isabella moaned, “Ohhhhh shit! Fuck?, give me that cum shower baby!,” while she stopped bouncing and begged the Brandon to cum on her face.
John felt his heart, ripping apart. He felt a mild pain in his heart as if an arrow was shot at the center of his heart. He wished is was a nightmare but it was fucking real and happening I his presence.
Jack then resumed slamming into his girlfriend as she continued to moaned loudly, even while her pretty face was now covered in thick cum, and she said nastily, words John had never heard her use, “Ohhhh yes, fuck my hungry pussy with your fat fucking dick!”
John couldn’t move a bit or even say a words. He was stunned, still motionless.
Then the nasty scene in front of John got even worse when Frances, another tall guy, an ex of John’s sister. Who also attended to same high with them, came out of no where and onto the bed, then asked, “Want some more dick, Isabella?” even when he noticed John presence.
“Yeah, get that nasty dick in my mouth.” Isabella said lustily while Brandon’s cum was still dripping off her chin.
“You’re sure?” Frances asked, sneering at John while all he could do was stare back helplessly.
“Yes, give me that fucking dick,” Isabella requested, and then she too turned towards Johm, and her eyes went wide. “Oh shit! John! I….”
The guilty look on Isabella’s face was then replaced by Frances dick as he slid it into her mouth.
“Sorry, man, those are the breaks,” Frances shrugged as he began fucking her face. At this point, no body need to tell John that he was dating a whore.
“You assholes,” John finally managed to break his paralysis and cried, as he began to step toward the bed with rage.
Just then he felt someone pulling on his arm, so he looked, and saw Vivian clinging to him with tears rushing and streaming down her face. She begged, “John, please don’t hurt yourself, she’s not worth it… let’s get out of here! You can’t fight them.”
John wasn’t sure what he was been about to do since any one of the three fuckers could kick the shit out of him without much effort, so he gave in to his sister pulling him out while she yelled at her ex, “Frances, you’re really a piece of shit!”
“Fuck you! t’s not my fault. Your brother’s girlfriend loves doing what you always refused to do,” Frances taunted her just as they reached the hallway.
Vivian led him downstairs through throngs of crowds, all of them obviously knowing about the sex show upstairs… most of them were making fun of him, a few others looking sympathetic and perhaps saying unheard words. Vivian noticed and said to him, “Don’t look at them, Whatever they say, don’t answer. Just keep following me outside!”
Once they were outside, John broke down completely while his twin sister comforted him. He was so lost in his pain that Vivian even needed to hold him up or he would have collapsed on the ground.
“I saw a few sympathetic faces, but most of those studs are fucking bastards!” Vivian said, really pissed by what had just happened.
“Y-y-y-yeah,” John agreed, openly sobbing for the first time since they lost their dad.
“You deserve way more better than that whore and slut of a girlfriend,” Vivian added, wrapping her arms around John and pulling him tightly against her body… and he was suddenly able to smell her sweet perfume.
John felt her large firm breasts pressing against his chest and her leg against his dick which for reasons was making him rock hard. He couldn’t explain how it was possible after what he just witnessed.
“She told me we were going to have sex tonight for the first time,” John said. He wasn’t sure why he think she needed to know, but at the same time, he had nobody else to tell.
“And instead she became centrepiece in an orgy? That’s just bullshit,” Vivian said, still holding him tightly in her arms.
“Yeah,” John said, and then he added through a sigh, His dick inadvertently twitching against her leg, “Twenty years and counting.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Vivian asked, giving john a confused look. John guessed that her confused look was partly because of what he just said, and very clearer because of his hard dick which was pressing against her leg.
Vivian then apparently caught on, since she looked at him sadly while she leaned away from me and said, “Wait! John. Don’t tell me you are a virgin.”
“But, I am,” John dmitted.
“But what about Bella and Stacey?” she asked. “And Kelly?”
“No and no,” John replied. “I wanted to lose it to someone really special.”
“Really?” Vivian asked, astonished by his answer.
“Yeah, I know. Sound Stupid, right?” John asked.
“No, it’s not stupid at all,” she replied as she wiped away a tear rolling down his cheek, which made him feel so pathetic. “I think it’s nice.”
“Yeah, because any guy wants to hear that he’s sweet,” he sighed. “That, and something like ‘you’re a nice guy’.”
“But you are really a nice guy,” Vivian insisted.
“Stop that flattery. And how many ‘sweet nice guys’ have you ever dated?” I asked.
Vivian sighed and replied,. “Not any. Which has always been my badluck. Frances for instance… he’s a real bastard!”
“That’s mosy girl’s mistake unfortunately,” John consoled her.
“Yeah,” she said, pondering their conversation while John sat down on a bench.
“I had been having some signs she wasn’t the one,” John said, “but she was fun to be with.”
“You seemed very much happier with her than I have ever seen you before,” Vivian said as she sat down beside him.
“Yeah,” he replied. “I was.” Then after a pause he added, “I guess.”
“You guess?” Vivian asked.
“Yeah, she was fun, wild, and well… hot,” John said, “but i can say she didn’t have much substance.”
“I see.”
“Sadly, who I really need is someone just like you,” He said, looking up at her with red damp eyes.
“Like me?” Vivian asked.
“Yeah, exactly like you,” He replied. He wasn’t hitting on her, just stating facts. “You’re hot, well endowed in places that matters and you’re sweet, smart and fun to be with.”
“Did you just say that I’m hot?” Vivian asked.