26 The Craving at the Coffee Pot.

The Roll of the Dice

I needed coffee and Ally would expect it, so I headed downstairs. I was irritated with myself that I had not made coffee last night and put the timer on. As I made my way down the stairs, Happy was still throbbing hard from helping Ally relieve her stresses. I swore to myself that it had never been this bad before. The incessant throbbing made me insane. Since I had picked Beca up at the airport, then taken off to spend the evening with Sally, until I helped Ally get rid of her sexual tensions the night before and then again ten minutes ago, I had not really been able to get rid of almost constant hard-ons and the incessant throbbing of my penis. I wondered if even during my ninety minutes of sleep if they had stopped. I didn’t know if my shaky hands came from being turned on so long or just general exhaustion. It felt like the worst case of sexual jitters I had endured since this game started. My mind was wandering from Beca, to Betty, to Sally and to Ally. I imagined fucking each of them. I would tear my mind away from Ally and it would pop over to Beca or Betty. It felt like insanity to me, I wondered how much longer I could keep everyone from knowing I had lost control of my mind. Sexual stimulation was overwhelming me; my entire being was filled with desire on top of desire, until I couldn’t breathe or think because I was drowning in sexual tensions. The tensions in my body caused my hands to shake and made my steps down the stairs seem unsteady as if my legs themselves wanted to thrust my cock into someone instead of taking me down the stairs. My breathing was that fast, short breath that come as one starts to make love and finds the other person willing. I wondered how much longer I could hold it all together.

I was so desperate for an outlet for all the sexual energy that had built in me for more than three weeks. I guessed that I had been brought to the edge of release perhaps a hundred times. I felt helpless and unable to identify what my options were. Ally was clear, focused, sharp and happy. I was muddled, stressed, confused, and desperate. She used the phrase that she wanted me to suck all the sexual tensions and anxiety from her into me, and I knew exactly what she meant. I could see the sexual tensions building up in Ally with our game and her skirt game. She got shaky horny all the time now, but I could see it drain from her as I went down on her. But she was needing relief more often and longer each day. But after I took care of her, for awhile she was happy and stress free. But after taking care of her, the term sexual tension was inadequate to describe my condition anymore. It was more, it was an all-encompassing-sexual-craving. The craving had a life of its own, it was a being that now lived inside of me. It wanted to live and grow and inhabit others. It possessed me and I pictured it as a dark ethereal creature that needed wet pussies and hard cocks to survive. And it was contagious. It lived and flourished inside of me and was taking over all of my bodily functions and mental capabilities to feed itself, the Craving was real for me.

I knew thinking of this all-encompassing-sexual-craving as a being was insanity. So, I kept it to myself but I felt it moving inside of me as I walked down the stairs. I thought of how the creature was growing stronger in Ally and how more of it had to be sucked from her every day so she could function and yet she wouldn’t give up the skirt game which let the creature feed and grow in her more with every new male conquest of hers. The contagion had spread to Sally, grown to a fever pitch inside of her, and then I had harvested it from her to bring it back to the hive inside of me. Even Betty and Beca had been exposed to the contagion. A small part of my brain was trying to hold on to reality, or reality as I used to know it, but more of it believed in the CRAVING.

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