Any choice made after three o’clock in the morning tends to be a questionable one, and on face value, the message to my dealer was no exception.

My vision was blurred after a night of bad tequila shots and worse dancing, and I had to close one eye to focus as I typed “Zig” - a name that could only belong to a drug dealer - into the search bar. My body wanted rest. My friend Amy, however, had different ideas.

“I’m only back in town for one night,” she’d said. “You can sleep when I’m gone, but tonight we’re going until the sun comes up.”

My flatmate, Sam, was enthusiastic about the prospect but it was his girlfriend Ruth who’d sealed our fate. Ruth knew that Zig could get hold of almost any drug, and that his couriers delivered all night long.

5 pills, top strength, usual address pls

The reply came almost instantly.

All out of pills. Can do 1g Rhino same price.

“Rhino?” I said out loud. “What the fuck is Rhino?”

“Oh shit yes!!” Amy sounded excited. “I’ve heard about that. Apparently it feels like coke crossed with MDMA but it can make you really horny. Hence the name.”

“Well that’s all he has,” I replied. “So I guess we’re out of luck.”

“Fuck that,” Ruth piped up. “Let’s try it!”

“OK,” I conceded. “But only because it’s a special occasion.”

Amy smiled victoriously. She wasn’t used to getting her own way around me. We’d been friends for almost ten years - since meeting as spotty, insecure 18-year-olds, fresh out of school and doing the same mundane admin job. I’d watched her blossom into a confident and successful woman, not to mention a beautiful one too.

She was petite and pretty, with big brown eyes and brunette hair cut dramatically short. Despite her tiny build, she had large, pert breasts which she framed with daringly low-cut tops. Amy’s striking appearance matched her personality - she wasn’t used to hearing ‘no’, which is why I always took such enjoyment in saying it to her.

Ruth was one of the few women I knew who didn’t feel threatened by Amy. Like me, she had known Amy since before she’d become such a magnet for attention. Not that Ruth had much to be insecure about anyway - she was curvy and cute, with a button nose and long blonde hair, it was always a pleasure having her around.

Ten minutes later, the four of us were sitting on the living room floor, gathered around a small plate on the coffee table. The drug came as a blueish powder, soft like icing sugar. Amy carved half of the pile into lines and took out a rolled up bank note. She inhaled a fat line, then passed the note to Ruth.

“You have to give it a minute to kick in,” she explained, as each of us took our turn. I went last, tentatively snorting a small line. It burned slightly, and I felt the drip at the back of my throat.

“Oh, and you know when I said it CAN make you horny…” Amy paused, a mischievous smile creeping over her lips. “Apparently, it’s also like Viagra.”

“Typical,” Ruth laughed. “Designed by men as usual.”

“That’s the genius,” Amy replied. “Apparently, it works both w-”

She tailed off, and slumped sideways to the floor. Before we could react, Ruth did the same, followed by Sam, both crumpling up against the couch.

The rush was like nothing I’d ever experienced - I blacked out and was suddenly engulfed by the sensation of falling backwards at great speed. It seemed to last for minutes, until I was accustomed to it. Then, just as abruptly, I snapped back to reality. I was lying on my side, and I could hear my friends laughing.

Sitting up, I felt a sense of euphoria - pure positivity and happiness. I leaned against the one-seater easy chair behind me, feeling embraced by the soft fabric.

“We need music we can dance to!” Amy demanded. Sam put on an R&B slow jams playlist, and Amy jumped to her feet. Everyone was smiling.

Amy was dancing on the spot, moving her hips in time to the music as we all watched. Her moves looked hot to begin with but gradually got more sexual. First moving her hands slowly up and down her sides, then sliding them all over her body as she started to thrust her hips back and forth.

I was so entranced by Amy that I didn’t notice Ruth until she slid into sight, standing sideways on and mimicking Amy’s moves in her floaty Summer dress. As she ran her hands over her body, the dress bunched up and showed off her smooth legs. Amy turned to face her and put her arms over Ruth’s shoulders, pulling her closer. Amy’s voice was clear, even over the music.

“I’m already wet!”.

Ruth’s smile grew into a beam as she nodded.

“Me too!”

Amy moved her hands down and squeezed Ruth’s ass.

I felt my body responding, blood rushing past my waist as the girls rolled their hips into each other. Ruth turned her head to Sam, who had pulled himself up onto the couch and was leaning back with one hand on his lap, shamelessly stroking himself through his jeans.

“Can I kiss Amy?”

Sam nodded vigorously and Ruth leaned in, softly pressing her lips to Amy’s. Amy responded by pulling her closer and kissing her back hard, opening her mouth and sliding her hands up Ruth’s dress. In response, Ruth unbuttoned Amy’s jeans. Without breaking their kiss, Amy let go of Ruth’s body and put her thumbs in her own waistband. She pulled down and her jeans slipped to the floor. She kicked them off, took Ruth’s hand and put it between her legs.

The girls enthusiastically made out until the song ended, probably no more than a minute. But it felt like hours. By the time Ruth pulled away from Amy I was so hard I had to strip to my boxers just to relieve the pressure. I felt no self-consciousness. Just pure, all-consuming arousal.

Ruth turned round to face Sam on the couch, then leapt onto his lap. She straddled him, knees bent, and kissed him urgently as she grinded into him.

Amy kept dancing as she moved round the table, until she was standing over me. She looked irresistible - her breasts shaking in that revealing top, winding her hips in a pair of white lace French panties with a dark, wet patch where she’d been grinding against Ruth.

All I could think about was touching her.

She leaned over and took another bump of the blue powder, offering me the same.

This time the hit was instant - I felt a wave of energy wash over me, compelling me to stand. But as I tried, the potency of the drug became apparent and my legs failed me. I fell backwards, straight onto the chair. Amy laughed, and perched on the arm of the chair with her back to me.

Over on the couch, Sam and Ruth were in a frenzy of lust. Ruth’s dress was pulled to the waist in both directions and she was tugging at Sam’s jeans, moaning as his hand moved between her legs. Amy leaned back, putting her hands on my leg to hold herself up. Her fingers felt electric against my skin.

“What happened to your jeans?” She asked, with a knowing smile.

“They were getting a little… uncomfortable.”

She gently moved her hand over my lap and the light touch of her fingers through the fabric made my already rock-hard cock twitch.

“I blame you,” I told her. “You wanted to take this stuff.”

“No regrets,” she replied. “It’s incredible. I mean, look.” She pointed towards Sam, half-naked on the couch as Ruth’s head bobbed up and down in his lap. “They are so going to fuck in front of us.”

“Are you going to watch?” I asked.

“Fuck yes!” She exclaimed. “What, do you have other plans?”

Amy lifted herself back into my lap, being careful to put her ass on my leg. I could feel her, soaking wet, against my skin. My hard-on was pushing into her, so I wriggled until it sprang free, coming to rest against her inner thigh.

“Well, I do need to do something about this,” I said, as calmly as possible.

“That’s convenient,” Amy replied, taking my hand in hers and lifting it over her leg. “Because I need to do something about this.”

She pushed my hand against her panties. They were soaking wet. My fingers glided over them, feeling the groove between her pussy lips, following them up to her clit. She moaned as I moved my fingertips up and down until finally, I gently pressed her clit through the wet material and started to stroke.

After just a few minutes, Amy pushed my hand away, swiveled in my lap and stood up. In one fluid movement, she slipped her panties to the floor. Her ass was tight and round but as I reached out to touch her soft skin, she turned sideways towards the couch. She looked over her shoulder at me and put out her hand. I took it despite my confusion - and frustration - and let her pull me to my feet.

“Let’s get better seats,” she said.

She led me round the table and towards the others. Ruth was kneeling over Sam again, her hand between her legs, pleasuring herself with his cock. Every third stroke, she slid down his shaft and all the way back up. Their eyes were locked on each other and as he entered her, they both moaned loudly.

Amy put her hands on my waist and pushed me towards the other end of the couch, turning me around to face her. I felt her thumbs in my waistband and then, finally, the sweet release of her pulling down my boxers. I sighed as my cock - feeling harder than it ever had before - sprang free. It swung up and brushed against Amy’s thigh as I felt her hand wrap around my swollen head. She let out a laugh, stopping herself instantly.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Not funny,” she said. She moved her hand down my shaft and squeezed it between her finger and thumb. I silently thanked the staying power granted by the drugs.

“It’s just so … so thick.”

Amy’s reaction had caught Ruth’s attention and she looked over. She was riding Sam properly now, thrusting her hips into him as he took her nippled into his mouth. Her voice came between shallow breaths and groans.

“Can…I…uh…oh fuck…can…I…see?”

Amy dramatically span around to face Ruth, switching her grip to hold my shaft, then stepped sideways. Ruth’s eyes went to my crotch, where the neatly cut, purplish head of my cock jutted out of Amy’s hand.

Amy let my cock fall from her hand and kneeled on the couch with her back to me, facing Ruth and Sam, then leaned forward until she was on all fours. I don’t know how long I stood there, admiring the view of her gorgeous ass and the glistening lips of her pussy, but it was enough time that she looked over her shoulder and said

“What are you waiting for? A formal invitation?”

I kneeled behind Amy, putting one hand around her waist and using the other to guide my cock between her thighs. I stroked her clit with the tip, then slowly brushed it against her labia as I pulled away from her. I wanted to tease her, to rub the slightly rough skin of my thick, ridged glans back and forth until she begged me to fuck her. But she was so wet that as I pushed forwards again, her pussy lips opened and pulled me in.

I watched as the head of my cock effortlessly slipped into Amy, stopping as her pussy closed over the ridge and gripped my shaft. She felt like heaven - warm and wet but so tight it felt like she was stretching out just for me. I pulled myself halfway out, and she let out a soft moan as the trimmed ridge moved backwards inside her.

I teased Amy, letting a little more slide into her with each stroke, until she couldn’t take any more. She reached back to slap my hand away and I pushed my hips hard, thrusting my whole cock inside her. She felt so good - her soft heat enveloping my length as I started to fuck her properly.

“Hard,” she gasped. “Hard and deep.” I pumped as hard as I could in my inebriated state, each pump sending tingles over my whole body. Every thrust feeling like it might take me over the edge, but keeping me there.

I looked up and saw Ruth roll off Sam and onto her back, so her head was below Amy’s. Sam sat back on the couch, his eyes looking heavy. Ruth pulled Amy in and kissed her again. When they came up for breath, I heard Ruth’s voice.

“Tell me how it feels.”

Amy could only manage a whispered, “Fucking… amazing.” I started to fuck her even harder, slamming my cock as far into her as I could. The head was pushing against her g-spot, and I reached down to stroke her clit in time with my thrust.

“He’s stretching me wi-”

Amy’s whole body tensed up. I felt the muscles inside her snap tightly around me, holding me in place, convulsing. The orgasm seemed to spread over her and she cried out loudly, somewhere between a squeal and a sigh, then collapsed onto her front. My cock slipped out of her, springing up and then coming to rest on her ass as her whole body trembled.

I felt proud, but frustrated. I was still completely hard and wanted -no, needed - to cum. I’d have to take care of myself. I stood up, and realised that Ruth was staring at me. Her blonde hair was sticking to the sweat of her body but it only made her look sexier - her large, natural breasts peeking through it like curtains.

“Are you leaving me?” She asked. To her right, Amy was curled up with her eyes closed. To her left, Sam appeared to be out cold.

“I need to, uh… y’know.” I gestured at my crotch, as if Ruth wasn’t already looking directly at the huge erection, slick and lubricated by Amy’s pussy, and walked through the door to the hallway. I headed upstairs as quickly as possible and into my bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by the screen of my laptop. I lay on the bed and started to stroke myself, remembering how it had felt to be inside Amy. I closed my eyes as I relaxed into the memory.

I heard the door click and froze.

“You know, you’re not the only one who didn’t get to finish.”

It was dark, but the outline of Ruth’s curves was unmistakable. Before I could react, she was sitting on the bed. She lifted her legs up and turned so she was facing me, our hips parallel.

“I’m, uh, sorry to hear that,” I stuttered. “Drugs eh?”

“Yeah, drugs,” she whispered. “They make people do all sorts of things.”

I felt her leg move over both of mine. She lifted herself onto my thighs and I felt the wetness between hers against my skin. She wiggled her ass and shuffled up my body until she felt the tip of my cock pressing against her, pushing into the skin of her completely smooth bikini line.

I could feel her heat and the urge was irresistible. But Sam…

“I want to know what that beautiful cock feels like.”

It was the slightest of movements. She rolled her hips up, then down, pushing my dick underneath her. As it sprang up, she tilted back and I felt myself meet the brief resistance of her pussy lips before I glided between them.

Ruth gasped as the ridge pushed into her, its girth taking her by surprise. I tried to back off, but she forced herself down until I was completely inside. She held me there for a moment, the rough skin and trimmed head pushing against her g-spot. She felt so tight. Again, I had the sense that I might explode at any second.

She started to fuck me, gently, getting used to the sensation. I felt every inch of my cock sliding in and out of her as she increased the pace, forcing herself back down harder and harder until I was filling her completely with every thrust.

“Amy was right…” she moaned, and I felt myself swelling inside her. This time it felt different. My body was shaking, and the head of my cock was so hard Ruth had to slow down to accommodate it.

“If you keep this up, I’m going to cum…” I said. I assumed she’d stop, or at least get out of the way. Sam was only downstairs, after all.

“Me…too” she cried. I felt her pussy convulse. The sensation was the last straw. Ruth pinned me down with her hands and looked me in the eyes as she felt my cock throb inside her. First, the warning. I twitched a second time, and felt the cum shoot into her. She kept riding me, and soon my cum filled her up and was dribbling down her leg.

“Thanks,” she said, and kissed me on the forehead before disappearing out of the room, leaving me in a puddle of sex and - somehow - a persistent hard-on. I heard the shower powering up. I lay there, recovering, until the door opened again. Amy.

“Sorry I dozed off,” she said. “That was a really intense orgasm. So I figure I owe you.”

She jumped onto the bed, naked now. She leaned over to kiss me, her breasts dangling over me and pressing into my skin. She’d brought some of the powder with her and we both took another bump. Lust shot down my spine and I pulled Amy in to kiss her, my hands moving to her breast and between her legs. She put her hand on my leg, and immediately pulled away.

She lifted her hand. Her fingers were sticky with my cum.

“You beat me to it!”

“Well, you seemed a bit…unconscious.”

She looked at my cock, covered in Ruth’s cum as well as my own, but still hard enough that it was pointing straight upwards.

“Could you go again?”

“Only one way to find out. But should we check on the others first?”

Amy smiled. “We can multi-task.”

We headed downstairs expecting to see Sam asleep and Ruth in a post-coital coma. What we found was Ruth flat on her back with her mouth open as Sam kneeled over her, grunting. He sat back, exhausted, and Ruth pulled herself up from the floor. She had cum all over her lips and chin.

We all did one more line of Rhino. I was overcome with lust. My hard-on was so intense I lost control of my urges. I pulled Amy to the floor and rolled her onto her back. After teasing her briefly with one finger, I put my entire cock inside her and started fucking her hard and fast.

She squealed again, and wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me closer. We fucked there on the floor, in front of our friends, hips grinding together until I started to feel another orgasm building.

“Sam”” I called, and he approached hesitantly. “Do you want to make a double?”

Ruth rose from the sofa and slowly walked over to where I was pumping in and out of Amy. We were both panting and groaning as she stood over us. I glanced up. Ruth still had cum smeared over her face.

“Do it! Make her feel like a little slut!” Ruth shouted. If anything the mess on her own face gave her more authority.

Sam knelt down over Amy, who’d only just figured out what I meant. I slowed my stroke to allow Sam to line his cock up with her mouth, pushing it to her lips. She took hold of it, and reached down with her other hand to pull mine out of her.

“Boys, are you both going to cum for me?

“Would you like that?” I asked, my cock at critical mass

She smiled. “I think I would actually.”

I could feel the head of my cock throbbing, ready to burst.

“Do you want to be our little cumslut?”

“Yes! Yes”

“Sam, how are you doing?” I looked up to see him sliding his hand up and down his shaft, resting it on Amy’s bottom lip.

“Mate, I could go at any second.”

“Do it.”

The next few seconds happened in slow motion. I saw Sam close his eyes and stop stroking, I thrust into Amy, deep and hard. She threw her head back in pleasure and I put my hand on her jaw, holding her still. She moaned, opening her mouth just as Sam sent a thick stream of cum towards her face.

Most of Sam’s load landed between amy’s lips and she hungrily swallowed it down. But the size of his load took him by surprise, and his cock sprang from his hand and jumped upwards before he could finish. The last of his cum, a thin rope dangling from the tip, arched through the air and splattered into Amy’s nose.

She gagged and tried to roll away but I was still fucking her, pinning her at the waist.

She went to lift her hands but I pushed them to the floor and held them there, pushing my body up away from hers. With a wet popping sound, I slipped out of her.

I didn’t have much time.

I leapt forwards, straddling Amy’s chest with my knees either side of her. She couldn’t move under my bodyweight, my legs holding her arms at her side. My swollen cock was hovering over her face, pointing upwards.

On the brink of climax, my cock was swollen beyond even its usual size and Ruth gasped.

“That thing looks like it’s going to explode!”

I pushed myself upright and used my right hand to aim my shaft downwards. Amy couldn’t resist turning back to look. She pulled her hand free from underneath me and pushed my hand away so she could hold my twitching, pulsing shaft. She looked up and held my eye.

Her touch pushed me over the edge. She was still wrapping her fingers around me, but her thumb gently stroked the side of my glans and that was all it took.

Amy was still looking me in the eye when my cum blasted across her skin, glazing her forehead and dripping down onto her eyelids. She slammed them shut but kept stroking, pressing my cock against her cheek and pumping until I was dry

As Sam and I recovered, Amy stood up and assessed the situation. She had cum streaming down her legs, her face, out of her nose and all around her mouth.

Ruth was laughing hysterically.

“You look like a teenager’s sock,” she giggled. “How does it feel?”

Amy sat up, dazed. “I feel so… used. But like, in a good way.”

“You did want a night to remember,” I reminded her. I was slumped on the floor, covered in sweat and juices. Drained.

“I’m going for a shower,” Amy replied. “But remember, the night’s not over yet.”