had descended, Lindsay jumped up from between Mai’s legs, a huge smile still decorating her gorgeous, pale little face. She grabbed the wrapped bottle and angled the mouth end toward Mai’s hole. She inserted the tip of the bottle and just played about with it, pumping it in in shallow strokes, just a few inches up the neck, and then back out again. Mai was writhing and moaning readily. Then Lindsay got a little more aggressive. She drove more of the bottle in. Mai screamed out in pleasure as she took in more than half of the bottle. Lindsay continued to fuck her with the thick, glass phallus, turning and twisting the glowing multicolored bottle inside of Mai’s snatch with a passion and fervor that can only be induced by a drunken high.

Then I noticed motion out of the corner of my eye and I glanced up to see Joey unfastening his slacks. There was a huge bulge in the front of the shear linen pants, and once the zipper was undone, he pulled free his huge, thick, black dick and began stroking himself. I felt like I was being hit with sensory overload. I had always thought of Joey as a really good-looking guy, but I never imagined that he was as well hung as he was.

I didn’t consider myself gay, or even bi back then. I had always preferred girls. And of the three in the room, I was definitely still most powerfully attracted to Lindsey. But I had certainly made out with quite a few guys at parties, and my argument was that I was attracted to beautiful people, and in my mind, gender didn’t necessarily qualify or disqualify anyone from fitting in that category. And right now, I was finding Joey to be one beautiful person. My own hard cock was nearly bursting out of my pants now. The sight of the girl I’d been lusting after for the last six weeks bottle-fucking her hot-ass Asian best-friend while her gorgeous ape of a boyfriend watched and stroked himself was more than I could bare.

I looked back toward Lindsay’s ass, which was still bobbing up and down with the motions of her twisting arm from her position on her knees. I reached out and placed my hand on her full, soft cheek. I groped and massaged her ass while my other hand rubbed against my tremendous hard-on through my jeans. Lindsay shrieked and giggled at the sensation of my hand on her ass.

She snatched the bottle out of Mai and turned toward me with a shocked, silly expression on her face. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Are you finally making a move?!”

Mai and Joey both laughed at this and then they exchanged a curious look. “Looks like the battle lines have been drawn,” Joey quipped as he stood up from the couch and turned to anchor the head of his trunk-like cock into Mai’s eager, awaiting mouth.

Lindsay stood up in front of me. “Do you like my ass, Will?” she asked me seductively.

“Um… yeah. Of course I do,” I stammered, licking my dry lips as I spoke.

She turned her back toward me and stretched her pink tank over her head. I was entranced by the long, lean hourglass of her torso and the waves of muscles stretching and coursing through her back as she did so. She tossed the shirt to the floor and then reached down and unfastened the waist of her