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Chapter 05 — Kathy



As Kathy swung through the front door of city hall in the small town that she lived in, she couldn’t stop the smug grin from planting itself on her full, lush lips. She couldn’t decide if this was her new favorite place, or if Don’s bed was. Either way, she intended to enjoy the day.



A couple of days ago, the city clerk, Sharon literally fucked everyone in the office, including the mayor. She had recorded the escapades on video and then emailed a few copies out. Sharon had then left the office, leaving behind a resignation letter and no one had seen her since. The mayor called Kathy yesterday to help out in city hall until the position could be filled. As her normal job over at the library was boring as hell, she was happy to oblige.



Kathy’s green eyes surveyed the room, taking in the occupants already there. Wanda sat at the counter chair, her soft brown hair newly cut into a neat bob that perfectly framed her face. To Kathy’s pleasant surprise, Wanda greeted her with a smile. As she rounded the counter, Kathy was able to see that Wanda was wearing a very flattering light yellow sundress.



Don had told her of Wanda’s admission to lesbianism and Sharon’s gift of a spa and new wardrobe, but this was a very nice change. The yellow dress fit snug across her bodice, showing a little skin but not too much, it’s flowing skirt stopping just above her knees. The new hair cut made her brown eyes look huge. Kathy thought the changes were just perfect.



“Wow, you look like a sunbeam, sitting there so pretty.”



“Thank you, and I totally love that outfit.” Wanda took in Kathy’s crisp white shirt tucked into pink and brown plaid pleated skirt. Her long, nearly waist length honey blond hair flowed down her back. “Going for the school girl look?”



“Just a little bit.” Kathy laughed, pleased that Wanda was being so friendly. “I skipped the white knee socks and pony tails, figuring that would be a little too obvious.” Both women shared a laugh and Kathy was completely amazed to see the flirting look on Wanda’s face. “Actually, I was going for the professional look. I guess I missed.”



“Only someone with a dirty mind would take it wrong. You actually look very nice. I’m happy you’ll be with me in here today. Old grump over there has to get the bills out and he’s just awful to work with on these days.” Wanda nodded over to Don already pecking away at his computer.



Kathy looked at her new lover. He was the utility clerk for the town and Kathy had learned that he loved ass fucking. His black hair still just a tad wet from his shower and she knew that was her fault. She had spent the night with him and their morning romp in the sheets caused them both to be a bit later getting to work than planned. Not that she minded one bit.



Looking back to Wanda she asked, “So what do you want me doing today?”



Shooting a glare over her shoulder at Don, Wanda replied, “Don says I need to learn how to be nice to customers and that you’re the best one to teach me.”



“You’ve been a hateful old bitch for too long Wanda; trust me you need help,” Don growled from his desk.



As Wanda opened her mouth to presumably blast Don for his words, Kathy stepped in quickly, “Don said you’d been going through some changes in your life and I’d be happy to help in anyway I can.” She smiled hopefully at Wanda, dearly afraid the two would start scrapping any minute.



Wanda looked back at Kathy and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. Kathy grinned and after taking a careful glance at the front door to make sure no one was around, quickly leaned in a dropped a kiss on Wanda’s soft lips. “Come on, let’s seriously mess with people’s heads today,” Kathy whispered mischievously.



That certainly caught Wanda’s attention, her eyes widening in shock at the kiss. Thinking it over and looking into Kathy’s sparkling green eyes, she felt a newly discovered mischievous streak rose up. “Oh we could so do that.”



The morning progressed well with both women greeting and waiting on customers. They had great fun in lightly flirting with each other and most of the people that came into the building, men and woman alike. As the door closed behind another normally complaining customer, Kathy exclaimed, “God this is so fun! She was so confused by you she didn’t even have anything to complain about today.”



Wanda smirked. “There’s been a few people I’ve missed bitching at, but I gotta’ agree that this has been fun.” Tilting her head to the side a bit, she considered Kathy thoughtfully. Kathy leaned back against the counter and waited for Wanda. “So, ever had sex with a woman?”



As that wasn’t quite the question Kathy had been expecting, she was slightly startled. “Uh, umm actually yes, once.” She threw an embarrassed glance over at Don only to discover he had raised his head and was waiting for her answer. At his grin, Kathy ducked her head as a blush crept across her cheeks.



“Did you like it?” Wanda continued.



Seeing no way out of the conversation, Kathy decided she have to answer honestly. “Truthfully, it was okay. It’s not my thing, I didn’t get off on it, but I’m glad for the experience.”



“Would you want to do it again?” Wanda’s eyes twinkled as she waited for Kathy’s response.



“Uh, well…” Kathy stammered. Don burst out laughing and she threw a glare his direction. “To be honest Wanda, I don’t know. It’s not something I’ve really thought about. I know I’ve been all flirty today and that’s probably wrong of me. I was just having some fun.” Kathy was beginning to feel badly about her behavior of the past few hours.



Wanda grabbed Kathy’s hand and pulled her down the hall away from the public area. “Now I’ve made you feel bad; I’m so sorry. Please, this has been a really fun morning and I don’t want to screw it up by making you think you’ve done something wrong.”



Kathy shrugged, “I wasn’t thinking of your feelings.”



“Okay look, I’ve been a closet lesbian and hardcore, horrible bitch for years and just yesterday found out that I’m really bi instead. I have no idea how to act, no idea how to be who I am and flirting with you has actually helped me today. It’s let me know that I’m not a freak.”



“Bi? You like men? I’m sorry that’s probably too personal for me to ask. Hell Don shouldn’t have told me all that he did, it’s your personal business. But Wanda, you are not a freak. You’re a beautiful woman who’s finding her way in life. If I was into women, I would most certainly be into you.”



“Aww thank you.” Wanda hugged Kathy tight, enjoying the feel of Kathy’s large firm breasts pressing into her own. Just to play a bit, she slid her hands down and cupped Kathy’s rounded ass.



Kathy giggled and returned the favor, gripping Wanda’s smaller but still firm butt cheeks. “This may not be turning me on, but it sure is fun. Is it alright if we keep it up? I mean I’m not going to leave you like, sexually frustrated am I?”



As Wanda continued to hold and caress Kathy’s ass, she gave her a quick kiss. “Even if you did get me all hot and bothered, I’ve got new friends that will be happy to help me out. But just to let you know, I totally love to suck jizz out of a woman’s pussy after a man has cum inside her. So if you and Don get it on today, let me know so I can clean you up.”



Kathy gave a breathy moan. “God that sounds so hot.” The two women met in a long, hot kiss, arms wrapping around each other. As they pulled apart, Kathy sang, “I kissed a girl, and I liked it.”



The two broke out in laughter and arm in arm, went back to work. They both met Don’s questioning stare with amused smiles. Wanda checked to make sure no one else was close by and quickly flipped up the back of Kathy’s skirt giving Don a glimpse of bare ass. Kathy jumped a bit at the sudden action and jerked her skirt back down. She looked at Don. They had only been together a very short time, but she recognized the glazed look that had come into his bright blue eyes.



Turning to lean over his desk, she pulled the front of her blouse down even farther so he could get a glimpse of her ripe melons. “I am having a wonderful time today. What would you think of me applying for Sharon’s job?” she whispered.



Don was unable to raise his eyes from the temptation so close at hand. With a hard swallow he whispered his reply, “Put those away before I take you to the back right now. You two are driving me insane over there. As much as I’d love to have you here all the time, I’m not sure my pants would survive.”



“Your pants?”



“I’m about to bust out of them my dick is so hard!”



His words caused Kathy’s damp pussy to flood with moisture. Turning quickly she asked Wanda, “Is it lunch time yet?”



By mutual consent between the three of them they decided to close for lunch and then all headed straight for the city clerks office. In seconds, Kathy had dropped her skirt and had her shirt open and was sliding back on the desktop. As she had once again skipped wearing panties, her cleanly shaved pussy glistened with juice as she spread her legs wide.



Don had his prick in hand in record time and was on his way to send it home. Wanda scooted up onto the desktop behind her and gently pushed Kathy’s bra out of the way. Leaning around, Wanda latched onto Kathy’s ripe berry nipple and began sucking. She pulled away just long enough to stare in surprise. “Strawberries! Wow.” Twisting around Kathy she went back to the tasty nipples at hand.



Only a few strokes after Don’s long pole entered Kathy’s tight twat, combined with Wanda’s mouth and hands on her large breasts and Kathy was erupting in orgasm. Copious amounts of fluid poured from her pussy as she bucked and moaned on the desktop. Wanda slid a hand down to flick Kathy’s clit and caused her to nearly scream in ecstasy.



Once she was able to breathe normally again, Kathy exchanged kisses with both Don and Wanda. As Don hadn’t reached his goal yet, Kathy turned her attention to Wanda and let him continue pumping that long slender prick in her hot box. Sliding her hand under Wanda’s skirt she found pretty yellow panties.



Pushing them aside, she carefully stroked her fingers over Wanda’s nicely waxed and soaking wet snatch. Wanda shuddered and latched her mouth onto Kathy’s, tongues sliding and slipping together. Being in unfamiliar territory, Kathy was cautious in sliding a finger inside of Wanda.



Gasping, Wanda quickly turned to face Kathy so they sat hip to hip and spread her legs open to assist Kathy. Putting a hand over Kathy’s, Wanda guided her fingers, showing her to stroke and fondle her dripping channel, entering and withdrawing fingers together. The two women twined around each other, kissing and rubbing whatever they could reach as Don continued to pound away in Kathy’s love tunnel.



Seeing all the female action caused Don to explode into Kathy’s hot cavern. Streams of jizz spurted from his cock filling Kathy’s tunnel as shudders wracked his body. Grabbing a handful of Kathy’s hair, he pulled her mouth back to his, sucking her tongue into his mouth.



When he finally finished oozing cum, Don gently slipped from Kathy. Wanda wasted no time in climbing off the desk and leaning down to start lapping the tasty juices flowing out. She sucked the cream from Kathy, trying to get every drop. Since Kathy could no longer reach Wanda’s crotch, Don lifted an eyebrow in question to her.



At Kathy’s nod, he slid his fingers into Wanda’s pussy. Gently stroking them in and out, working his fingers. Wanda moaned and sucked at Kathy even harder, using her own fingers to rub at the small but hard clit. Kathy moaned as another small orgasm swept through her. When Don pushed his thumb against Wanda’s puckered ass hole, she exploded in her own orgasm. Her knees nearly buckled and Kathy caught her up to her breasts, holding her close.



Don leaned over the two women and gave Kathy a warm loving kiss which she returned. Wrapping an arm around him, Kathy held both to her as best she could. “I’ve decided,” he announced. Both women turned to him in question. “I’m putting in a call to the mayor and if he doesn’t hire you to take Sharon’s place then I’m gonna quit and get a job at the library.”



“Oh yes! Me too,” Wanda added. “You have got to come work here. Screw the library. No wait, don’t screw the library, you have to come here and screw us every day.”



Kathy laughed weakly. “Guys, as much as I like the idea I’m beginning to be afraid that we’d kill each other with sex.”



“But damn, what a way to go.” Slapping Wanda’s ass, he added, “Come on girls get dressed and I’ll treat you to lunch. Even though its going to have the be the fastest lunch we can find.”



Just before closing that day, the mayor came into the office. Kathy gave him a nervous smile and nearly dropped the pen she was using. He went around the counter and chatted with Don while she finished what she was doing.



“Kathy, step in here with me a minute please.” Giving Don and Wanda hopeful looks, she followed Ray into the city clerk’s office. Seeing him settle behind the desk, Wanda took the chair across from him and smoothed down her skirt. Flashes of memory went through her mind of what happened on that desk top and she was grateful Wanda had taken the time to wipe it clean.



Kathy found herself in an impromptu interview of the job in question. Her college degree served her well as the mayor talked to her and discovered how qualified she actually was for the job. “You are seriously overqualified to be working at the library. The city is just wasting your talents over there.”



She blushed at the thought of what talents had actually been used in the room they were in. Mayor Ray caught the blush and quickly figured out what had caused it. “Do you think you’ll be able to work with Don and Wanda in the long term?”



Taking a deep breath, Kathy knew this was important to get right. “I know that a precedent has already been set and that if I was put in a position of authority over them I’d have to handle things carefully. But I really feel that there is enough mutual respect for each different person and their job, that we would all be able to work together just fine.”



Raising from behind the desk, Ray moved to lean against it, facing Kathy. He was a short man that had a ‘big man complex’ and was used to trying to bully people around. What Kathy didn’t know is that Sharon’s fuck had brought him back to earth and back to his wife. Ray wasn’t quite the same man he had been. “A precedent huh? So you all have been fucking in the office already? What if I said that you had to fuck me before you could have the job?”



Kathy stood as fury filled her. “Then I’d tell you to go fuck yourself and on my way back to the library, I’d call your wife and tell her what you just said.”



Ray chuckled, “Relax, I just wanted to see your reaction. You’ve passed this interview with flying colors. As long as the city continues to run smoothly, what happens in this office is up to you and you alone.”



“Really? Just like that? I have the job?”



Ray smiled reassuringly, “Just like that. It’s important to fill this position quickly and city council actually does prefer to do promoting from current employees rather than hiring outsiders. You are very qualified. I know you’ve worked here enough to have a good idea of the basics of the job, and I have a feeling that you’ll pick up the rest quick enough. It’s also very obvious that you get along well with Don and Wanda. And anyone that can get along with Wanda the Bitch deserves the job. I just hope you realize how tough its actually going to be.”



“Wow. Thanks. I hope I don’t let you down.”



“You’ll do fine. Terri and I will throw a ‘welcome to the job’ party for you in a few days.” He patted her on the shoulder and started to leave the room.



Kathy quickly grabbed him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “I won’t fuck you but that’s a little bit better thank you. Call it the beginning of my campaign for a friendly office.”



“If that’s how you plan on thanking people, this will be a very friendly office,” he laughed then gave her butt a little pat as they headed out.



“Don, Wanda meet your new City Clerk. She will have the duties of office manager just like Sharon did which means she is your supervisor. I hope you all can work together with no problems.” With that, Mayor Ray gave a salute and left.



The sudden and complete silence that followed caused Kathy’s nerves to skyrocket. Don leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Wanda sat tapping her pen against the counter.



“What? Isn’t this what you guys wanted? Oh god don’t do this!”



With laughs, both jumped up and grabbed Kathy close. “That was so hard. I could hardly keep my face from cracking. It was Don’s idea.”



“We had already planned what to do if you made it or not. Welcome to City Hall, honey.” Don kissed her long and deep, his hand roaming over her ass. As their kiss finished, Wanda took her lips with her’s and slipped her hand up under Kathy’s skirt to give her bare ass a rub too.



“Oh hot damn! I sure know when the best time to come to city hall is,” came an exclamation behind them. The three turned to see Fred the street supervisor walking up the hall from the back. Fred had also caught Don and Kathy fucking in the hallway yesterday and had jerked off to the show.



Kathy knew that her new job involved keeping track of the field supervisors as well as the office. Stepping away from the group and brushing at her skirt she faced the newcomer, “Fred I’m the new city clerk. The mayor just gave me the job a few minutes ago. I hope we can work professionally together.”



Fred grinned. “As long as you don’t mind me looking at your rack, we can work together just fine.”



Kathy felt Don stiffen beside her. Wanda stepped up to Fred and jabbed a finger in his chest, “You can look at anything you want you big buffoon, but you will keep your hands to yourself unless otherwise invited.” Wanda wasn’t very tall or very roundly built and standing in front of Fred who was taller and very stocky made her look even smaller.



“I’ll take that deal. Long as I can look at you too sweetheart.” Fred caught Wanda’s finger in his hand and sucked it in his mouth.



Kathy watched Wanda’s eyes round in shock. She looked to Don for guidance and he just stood with his mouth hanging open. “Uh Fred, remember invitation touching only,” Kathy pulled Wanda’s hand from his grasp.



The two stood facing each other, neither making a move. Kathy squeaked a Don trying to get him to do something. “You’re the boss lady now” he whispered.



“Um, Fred why did you come into the office? Did you need something?”



“Well, I was coming in to see if those reports I turned in yesterday were okay, but when I found this pretty little thing here I got a bit distracted. I like a feisty woman. Please tell me you work here.”



Kathy frowned in confusion. “Fred, Wanda’s worked here for years.”



“Wanda the bitch! No way! This ain’t Wanda, she’s a hag and this here little lady is as yummy lookin’ as a pat o’butter meltin’ on a hot biscuit.”



With a gasp Wanda broke free and fled into Kathy’s office. Glaring daggers at Fred, Kathy followed. Once inside she took Wanda into her arms and held her while the woman shook with silent tears.



“He’s just an ass. Don’t give him the satisfaction, sweety. Whatever you were, you’re not the same person and you’re going to be a much better person for finding yourself. You don’t have to take that from the caveman out there.”



“But he’s right. I spent so many years fighting who and what I am. I was a horrible person.”



Kathy brushed Wanda’s soft brown hair back from her face. Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, she laid her cheek against Wanda’s and rocked her gently. The sound of a throat being cleared brought her attention to Fred standing in the doorway. She glared daggers at him, daring him to say the wrong thing again.

“Are any of you injured?” a short, curvy woman with close-cropped reddish hair asked from near the back doors as Melissa and her friends piled into the van.



“I’ve got a scrape on my elbow,” Amanda said. “Other than that, I think we’re okay.”



“I’m an EMT,” the short-haired girl said. “Let me take a look.”



Amanda nodded and sat down, lifting her arm so the woman could examine her.



“Not that I’m complaining about you being here, but who are you people?” Melissa asked the blond woman who had leaned out of the van and spoken earlier while the driver sped off.



“My name is Lynn Vanion,” the blond woman said. “I’m a reporter, although these days I use the term very loosely… it’s difficult for mainstream periodicals to take me seriously. I tend to write more for conspiracy theory-oriented publications these days.”



“Conspiracy? What kind of conspiracy?” Brooke asked. “Do you know what the woman with the gun wanted?”



“Her name was Lucinda,” Lynn said. “She was sent to silence you three. Your investigation worried her superiors.”



“Who are her superiors?” Melissa asked.



“I don’t know all of them,” Lynn said. “And the ones I do know of… some of them I don’t know by name. And if you don’t know somebody’s name, you can’t very well call the cops on them. Especially since the cops are probably who called in Lucinda in the first place, in your particular case… the conspiracy is pretty far-reaching.”



“What conspiracy?” Melissa pressed. “What have we gotten ourselves into, exactly?”



“Your missing friends and relatives… they were abducted by the Sex Star,” Lynn told her.



“Who’s that?” Brooke asked.



“Not who. What,” Lynn corrected. “It’s a space station. The Commander — I don’t know his real name — designed it so he can abduct women and force them to have sex with him.”



“Sounds like something out of a bad sci-fi movie,” Melissa said.



“Hey!” Amanda protested. “There’s no such thing as bad sci-fi!”



Lynn directed her comments to Melissa, ignoring Amanda for the moment. “It’s all true,” she said. “They force the women they take to compete against each other, and the winner is offered a choice whether to stay or leave.”



“A choice? Yeah, right. Like someone would actually choose to stay,” Melissa said.



“There are numerous powerful aphrodisiacs in use aboard the Sex Star,” Lynn said. “Their effects are cumulative… in other words, with enough exposure to them you never stop being horny. The entire purpose of the Sex Star’s existence is to make women want to be raped. So yes, women actually choose to stay. Most of them do, in fact.”



“But you didn’t?” Amanda said.



Lynn regarded her with surprise for a moment, then said, “That’s right. I chose freedom. How did you know I was on the Sex Star myself?”



“Just from the context of what you were saying,” Amanda said. “As much as you seem to know, you’re either a part of the conspiracy or one of its past victims. I was just hoping for the latter.”



“Don’t worry,” Lynn said. “We’re on your side.” She formally introduced Jenny, the EMT, and her twin sister Janet, the driver… Melissa, Amanda, and Brooke took the opportunity to identify themselves for the record as well.



“We’re here,” Janet announced. Melissa leaned over her shoulder and looked out the front windows to see where ‘here’ was… the van was pulling into what looked to be an abandoned warehouse.



Melissa quickly realized that she had been right… it was an abandoned warehouse. Well, abandoned except for the four women who were waiting for them there. Lynn introduced the women.



Catherine had short hair like the twins, but it was brown instead of red. Her body type was similar to Amanda’s — very slender, but with nice big tits — except she was a bit taller than Amanda, closer to Melissa’s 5’9″ height.



Stephanie was even taller than Catherine, standing around an even six feet with predictably amazing legs… she was about Lynn’s age, but like Lynn her breasts were still perky and gravity-defying. Her brown hair matched her evenly tanned skin nicely.



Lisa was the same height as Stephanie, with curly black hair and paler skin. She had slightly larger breasts than Stephanie, but in a bit of a trade-off her legs, though nice, weren’t quite as stunning.



Shawn had long, dark brown hair, a tan complexion like Stephanie’s, and a curvy body with some of the biggest tits Melissa had ever seen, 38Es.



As Melissa watched, she noticed something. Jenny, Janet, Catherine, Stephanie and Shawn all had bulges growing at the front of their pants.



“What the…” Melissa started.



“Sorry,” Stephanie said. “We can’t help it. Beautiful women are difficult for us to not react to.”



“But you have…” she couldn’t get the last word out.



“Dicks!” Amanda finished for her. She looked just as stunned as Melissa… Brooke, however, was eyeing the bulges with undisguised lust and licking her lips.



“The Commander is turned off by the sight of naked men,” Lynn said, “but it’s the male form in general rather than the penis itself that he finds disgusting. So, he gave some women penises and had them serve as his crew. Over the years, several of them have had occasion to come back down to Earth at some point, usually on errands for The Commander. Some of them have been unable to control their urges, and have taken women. Either by force, or with consent where they could find it. When those women accidentally get pregnant, sometimes the babies wind up being dickgirls too.”



“So they’re all products of accidental pregnancies?” Melissa asked.



“Yes,” Lynn said. “Catherine came to me first… I was just starting to write articles about objects in space that were hidden from our satellites and observatories, and she was a rather enthusiastic conspiracy theorist who latched on to me as a fan. After she tracked me down we started having sex, and eventually it occurred to me that if there were others like her we could use their existence to prove the existence of the Sex Star.”



“And you could have more cock,” Brooke pointed out. She wasn’t being judgmental… her tone of voice suggested it was exactly what she would have done.



“Exactly,” Lynn said. “So I put ads wherever I could, asking other women with Catherine’s condition to come forward… Stephanie approached me first. I brought in a doctor friend — Lisa here — to do some tests and determine how different from normal women they were. Stephanie eventually seduced both myself and Lisa, so by the time the twins joined us,” she indicated Jenny and Janet, “we were already used to having orgies. Shawn came last. Her parents gave her a boy’s name because she had a penis, but she identified more as female so she grew her hair out and started showing off her fantastic breasts more once she got older.”



“Those are the only dickgirls you found?” Amanda asked.



“Well, them and my daughter Erin,” Lynn said. “Stephanie’s baby. She went missing around the same time as the people you’re searching for, and considering The Commander’s track record with what are known as ‘earthbound dickgirls’ I figure she’s been abducted too.”



“How old is she?” Brooke asked.



“She just turned 18,” Lynn replied. “Now, I’m going to let these dickgirls fuck me. You can join in if you want.” She started removing her clothes as she spoke, and Lisa and the dickgirls quickly followed suit. Brooke stripped down as well, and asked the twins to make a sandwich out of her.



Melissa looked over at Amanda, who shrugged and started taking off her shirt. As always, the sight of her tits turned Melissa on, and she decided to strip as well and just let whatever happened happen.



Brooke was moaning enthusiastically as Jenny and Janet double-teamed her ass and pussy… Lynn had Stephanie’s dick in her mouth, and Melissa noted with a mixture of fear, lust and awe that it was nearly 20 inches long.



Lisa had bent over a table to allow Shawn to take her from behind. That left Catherine. “Who wants me first?” the dickgirl asked.



“Fuck me in the ass while Amanda eats me out,” Melissa told her.



Catherine readily complied, and about a minute later she moaned into Melissa’s ear, “This feels so good, baby. Your asshole is so fucking tight!”



“Thank you,” Melissa said, smiling.



Off to the side, Brooke came loudly and enthusiastically, gushing pussy juice all over Janet’s cock… Stephanie came as well, splattering Lynn with the biggest cumshot Melissa had ever seen. It had to be 15 or 16 ounces, and seemed to go on forever. Stephanie screamed in pleasure the entire time.



Lisa’s orgasm triggered Shawn’s, and Lisa cried out in ecstasy again when she felt the dickgirl’s cum flooding her pussy. Melissa’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind… Amanda’s tongue was, as always, very talented, and the added sensations from the surprisingly gentle and pleasurable assfucking Catherine was giving her only made things more intense.



When Catherine felt Melissa cumming, she launched her spunk into Melissa’s tight asshole. This only served to intensify Melissa’s orgasm even further, and by the time she regained her senses she had soaked Amanda’s entire face in pussy juice.



After Melissa dismounted, Amanda climbed onto Catherine and impaled her pussy on her still-hard cock, bucking up and down in her lap. Meanwhile, Melissa helped Brooke ‘clean off’ the dicks of Jenny, Janet and Shawn by sucking and licking all the pussy juice and semen off of them.



After they were cleaned off, Melissa and Brooke stroked them to orgasm, letting the dickgirls cum all over their faces and tits.



Then they watched in awe as Lisa took Stephanie’s gargantuan cock in her pussy. The dickgirl managed to get about 14 inches in before bottoming out, and fucked Lisa pretty hard with it. Her big tits bounced with the force of Stephanie’s thrusts.



Lynn was the next one to get double-teamed by the twins… Catherine ate Melissa’s pussy while she fucked Brooke. Amanda found Shawn’s pussy and started licking it, occasionally allowing her tongue to also tease the underside of the dickgirl’s shaft. This dual stimulation caused Shawn to start cumming from both dick and pussy after only half a minute or so, and Amanda’s face was plastered with a heavy load of mixed semen and pussy juice. Shawn thanked Amanda for the wonderful orgasm by aggressively going down on her, and about a minute later Amanda was cumming.



Brooke, with a fresh load of Catherine’s cum in her own pussy, went over and licked Lisa’s cunt clean of Stephanie’s spunk. Stephanie had shot another impossibly huge load, and it poured out of Lisa’s pussy and covered Brooke’s face, neck and tits.



The orgy continued until well after night fell, and then the girls and their new friends finally fell, exhausted, into the beds that were in the back of the room, Brooke, Melissa and Amanda sharing one while Lynn, Stephanie and Catherine took another and Lisa, the twins and Shawn all curled up together on the third.

I woke up laying on Daisy’s inner thigh. Her cock was lying right in front of my face. It smelled so good. It smelled like sweet perfume and cum from our previous romp. I smelled it and began rubbing the tip of my nose on it and then slowly I began kissing it. Daisy began to slowly wake up and did her cock. It grew more and more as I continued to kiss it and rub it between my lips. I got up on my elbows between Daisy’s legs and began licking her beautiful, fully erect, eight inch dick up and down. With her eyes still closed and now fully awake, Daisy grabbed her cock and positioned it right in front of my mouth as if to imply that she wanted me to suck it.



I placed my puckered lips on the tip of it and slowly opened them up and began to lower my mouth on that sweet smelling dick of hers. I slid down all the way until her entire dick was in my mouth. I held it there as my tongue worked the underside of her cock in my mouth. My hands were caressing her legs and her hips as I tongue bathed this beauty’s dick. I was up on all fours at this point as my ass was sticking out and my asshole gaping.



I was too busy giving Daisy the blowjob of her life when I felt something on my asshole. I could feel that it was liquid and didn’t care since I knew my ass was sticking out there just waiting to get fucked by one of the other girls. My eyes were closed as I was now sucking Daisy’s dick with full force. “Aw, fuck! Aw yeah, baby suck my cock! Oooo, yeah!” said Daisy as I gave her an awesome blowjob.



What now felt like a finger on my asshole must have been rubbing the what seemed to be lube, was making circles around and in my hole. I could feel a finger nail going in and out of my hole as I was being lubed up. I twitched a bit as I could feel my ass getting ready for some she-cock. Then Daisy looked up and saw who was lubing me up.



“Oh my god, Nicole. Crystal is rock fucking hard and is about to fuck you,” said Daisy. I took my mouth off of Daisy’s dick and looked at the little 19 year old shemale with her throbbing cock pointed at my gaping asshole. I spun around and laid on my back with my legs spread wide and put my head between Daisy’s legs with her dick right next to cheek on the left side of my face. I grabbed Daisy’s dick with my left hand and began working it with my fingers. “I’m sorry Daisy, but I need to see this hot little thing fuck me.”



“Oh I know, Nicole. I do too,” said Daisy.



Crystal placed her throbbing 9 inch dick at the entrance of my asshole. Her moans were more like whimpers as I could tell she was so fucking horny and she couldn’t wait to finally fuck another shemale she had always wanted to. She pushed her cock into my asshole and it began to slide into me. She didn’t stop until all of her fully erect, shemale dick was in my shemale ass.



Her mouth was wide open as she looked in amazement at me. I gave her an approving look and bit my bottom lip. Keeping eye contact with her, I turned my head to face Daisy’s dick and began kissing it, and licking it as Crystal began to fuck my ass. Her mouth never closed as she began her first strokes of fucking another shemale. She had goose bumps all over her body and her nipples from her fake 34 C tits were rock hard. She began with slow, soft thrusts but those were now turning into slow, hard thrusts into my ass. She was holding my legs underneath my thighs for support during her strokes. I finally looked up at Daisy and she was just staring at Crystal’s dick going in and out of me.



My cock was so hard. Each one of Crystal’s thrusts pushed my slightly curved dick onto my stomach and smeared the precum all over it. Daisy began to rub the precum all over my stomach and around the base of my cock. I continued to kiss and smell Daisy’s sweet dick. That smell of her cock made me so fucking horny. I really began to stroke her dick even more now and rubbed my thumb near the base of her cock on the underside. That is her g-spot and I would know from all the sex romps we’ve had over the years. I’ve made that sexy bitch cum so much.



But now we were both fixated on our new shemale lover and her hard dick going in and out of me. “That’s it baby. You’re in charge. Fuck my ass! Spray your cum on us! Fuck me real good, baby!” I told Crystal. She didn’t hesitate and I think she had gotten over the fact that she was finally fucking another shemale and began pounding me.



“Aw fuck yeah! Aw fuck! I’m fucking shemale ass! I’m fucking shemale ass! I love it! I love it!” Crystal said as she began to completely loser control and was giving me the fucking of a life time. She was now on her knees and her palms were on the floor next to my sides as she fucked me harder and harder. This sent Daisy over the edge as she was now jerking her own cock and sprayed her cum all over my neck and my tits.



Crystal, still fucking me real hard with her eyes closed tightly from the hard fucking, was squealing so loud that we didn’t even hear Holly walk back in the house. She was out getting some more baby oil and lotion from the store and walked in as Daisy was cumming on me. She watched the hot little 19 year old shemale fuck her hot girlfriend like a wild horse. She set down the bags and sat on the couch and whipped her dick out and started stroking that magnificent dick of hers.



With Crystal positioned the way she was on me, my cock was rubbing on her stomach and mine. I couldn’t hold it any longer and my cock began squirting cum between us getting some on me and some on her. It felt so amazing.



“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!” said Crystal. She got up onto her knees and pulled her dick out and began furiously jerking herself off as gobs of thick, white cum shot onto me. She covered my cock and my stomach with gobs of her cum. Shot after shot. It was amazing.



I was a hot sticky mess, covered in Daisy’s, Crystal’s and my own cum. Holly walked over to me, now stark naked with her cock rock hard and straddled me and then squatted down to her knees and positioned her dick between my 38 D fake tits. She sat right in all of the cum that covered my stomach as she began to titty fuck me. She used some of Daisy’s cum to lube up her cock as she stroked that dick and squeezed my tits together. She made out with Daisy as she fucked my tits hard. I could feel the cum that Daisy shot on my neck begin to run down behind my head.



Then, amazingly, I felt Crystal rub all of the cum she shot onto my dick. She got my cock hard again and then began sucking me off. What an amazing sight that must have been. Four hot shemales, one laying on the floor getting titty fucked by another she male while another shemale sucked the one getting titty fucked’s dick and then the shemale doing the titty fucking, making out with another hot shemale. It didn’t take long for me to cum again. “Fuck, Crystal. Swallow my fucking cum…uuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhh!” I groaned as I came in that beautiful girl’s mouth. She kept her mouth on my cock until I was fully unloaded and swallowed all of it and the cum she shot onto me.



Holly looked back to see Crystal swallowing my cum and she burst shots of her own jizz on my face from her titty fucking me. She got up and turned to Crystal and the two of the stood up and began making out and grinding into each other they began making their way to Daisy’s bedroom and then disappeared down the hallway.



Daisy got up and then laid next to me. We kissed with Holly’s cum still all over my face. She caressed my tits and I played with her hair. We unlocked lips and smile at each other. and gave each other one more peck before we both got up, me soaked in everyone’s cum, we walked hand in hand to the showered as we listened to those other two fuck each other’s brains out.

My knees against the bed were the only thing keeping me upright. Three stunning women cuddling; spent and sticky with my cum, gazed up at me.



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The afternoon and evening had been spent shooting pictures of Britt, my beautiful blonde lover, and her two equally gorgeous roommates. We were shooting for an advertisement that would run in a local paper touting the deals to be had at my friend John’s little shop down near the beach. We shot hundred of photos of the girls in everything from short dresses, casual wear and then swimwear.



For the last set of swimwear, the girls wore something that would never be found in John’s store. Except for a nude beach, I’m not even sure where one would wear these tiny collaborations of fabric scraps and string. The girls even made sure that I was included by buying me what amounted to a small bag and more string. On the girl’s suits, the three pieces of cloth intertwined in the web of fibers strategically covered those bits that society prefers that we not share with the general public.



They say that the primary sex organ in a human is really the brain, which then controls the secondary organ. Seeing these vixens in these outfits just about blew out both of my organs.



They also say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and another says something about you being your own worst critic. I suppose both of these applied when it came to me stuffing my junk into this red silk bag and cinching everything in place with twine. I thought it looked pretty fucking silly, but the girls seemed impressed. Who knew?



Anyway, the culmination of the shoot was a three-way, Sapphic orgy, digitally documented; followed by my unloading a copious amount of sperm across a mountain range of breasts. I knew that the girls fooled around as roomies and that Gina had acquired a dislike for the male species and little Kate had yet to experience the other side. Britt was evidently trying to make up for both of them as she tried to wear me out over the last few days.



I was careful not to get involved in the tryst, but I knew that Britt had some reason for her and the girls getting me all wound up. My mantra lately has been, ‘Timing is everything and everything in good time.’ I was happy and I was having the best sex of my life. Work was good, the hobby was definitely getting better and to top it off, I was making someone else happy too. So it seemed that the best path is to just stay the path and go along for the ride.



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The girls laid there all cuddled together, kissing and cooing and licking my contribution off each other. Since the bed was pretty well occupied and I wasn’t immediately asked to join in, I shuffled over to my desk, pulled my boxers back on and sat at the PC to start going over the pics. I really only wanted to send John a couple dozen to choose from, so I started culling through them; placing the exceptional ones in their own file.



Thirty minutes or so had passed when I heard bare feet advancing from the rear. Britt wrapped her arms around me from the behind and nibbled on my ear. “You are the best and I love you, “she whispered. “Is it okay if I take the girls down and let them use your shower?” she asked.



I turned my head to say something and she preempted me with, “and no, you’re not invited….this time.” I pulled her naked butt into my lap and kissed her, tweaking her nipples in reprisal. Britt squealed as I let her go. “C’mon girls, lets hit the showers!” she yelled. Her voice resonated through the building.



I turned to watch the naked parade start down the stairs. Britt, the gorgeous blonde who has pretty well knocked me off my axis in the last week took the lead. Next was Gina, the tall, statuesque brunette. Her ‘D’ cups were beautifully balanced by an ass you could rest a teacup on. Close behind was Kate, a petite doll of Philippine descent that may have topped out at five feet tall. Her hair was every bit of three feet long, hanging well below her pert bubble-butt. Her ‘B’ cups fit her perfectly and jiggled as both she and Gina turned and blew me little air kisses as they started down the stairs.



I returned to the task at hand and kept sorting photos. I made sure that the photos that were not for public consumption were safely placed in a secure file. I reflected that if this dream ever came to an end, I had enough material in the old spank bank to last quite awhile.



I listened to the shower running and continuous laughter and tittering. When the cleansing had ended, I minimized the super-secret file and went back to the more mundane, but still arousing bikini shots. In just a few minutes, I heard the sexy triad headed back up the stairs.



Wrapped in none-too-large towels and damp hair, the girls gathered around me to look at the photos. They teased as they leaned in to look closer, long, damp locks of hair brushed across my bare shoulders and chest. Their scrubbed-clean aroma was intoxicating and the inadvertent touching re-awakened portions of my anatomy.



Gina looked at my desk clock; “Wow, it’s late. We better get going Kate.”



Pouting, Kate replied, “Okay,” as she turned and her hair slithered over my shoulder. I grabbed a small handful and it tugged lightly. Kate turned and blushed as she retrieved her trailing tresses. I smiled back with a wink. Caught in the act, Britt leaned in and kissed me hard, reminding me where my priorities lie.



They all returned behind the screen to change into the clothes they came in. I was amused that their shyness had returned. By the amount of whispering that was going on, I concluded that vocal privacy was the real issue.



When I heard them gathering up the clothes, I spun in my chair to face them. They had them boxed and bagged and were heading toward the stairs. I stood to say goodbye and help them load the car when I got yet another wink form Britt. ‘What now?’ I wondered.



The answer came as Gina and Kate stepped toward me. The each took one of my hands and Gina said, “We just wanted to thank you for everything.”



“Well, I….”



“Yeah,” said Kate, “we wanted to thank you for being so good to Britt and to us today.”



I guess I stood there, not knowing what to say long enough for the girls to decide that the conversation was over. I glanced at Britt as Gina stepped in and kissed me, her tongue tracing my lips and her hands on my ass. I could feel her heart race and she smiled into our kiss as she felt my arousal.



Gina stepped back, her eyes moist as she drug her hands down my bare chest. Little Kate stepped up and stretched on tip-toe for her kiss. With an exasperated sigh, she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me back down into my chair. The other two laughed as Kate straddled me, ground herself into position and then gave me a kiss that I’m sure she had practiced for some time. Her tongue battled with mine and my hands instinctively latched onto her butt and pulled her tighter. I hesitated for a second when I realized where my hands were. Glancing up, I see Gina and Britt locked in a passionate embrace.



Kate gave a pretty good lap dance for a beginner and breathlessly stood up, brushing her hair back and straightening her short sundress. I was afraid to stand as I’m sure my cock, fully awakened by the good-byes would jump out the minute I stood. Knowing it was the gentlemanly thing to do and figuring that it shouldn’t come as a big surprise anyway, I did stand to see them off.



“God George,” Britt said, staring at the tent in my shorts. “I can’t take you anywhere,” she said, laughing along with the others. I shrugged, grabbed a couple bags and followed them down the stairs. We got the girls loaded into the little rice-burner and another round of less passionate kisses went around. Britt stood slightly in front of me, her hand down the front of my boxers, as we waved good-bye to the girls as they pulled out of my warehouse/yard.



As soon as the girls were out of sight, I grabbed for Britt, tickling and teasing. She screamed, her delight echoing through the building. We played a game of grab-ass until we both gave up. I walked toward the big rolling door to close it and looked over my shoulder and asked, “Are you staying?”



My answer came as she flashed me her bountiful breasts and then turned and mooned me before skipping toward the house. I could only laugh and count my blessings as I slid the big door shut.



Back inside, Britt was cutting up a fresh pineapple. “We forgot all about dessert, “she said, wielding the big chef’s knife like a pro.

I sat at the island, well out of harm’s way and watched her handiwork. “I pulled out the photos that I think will work best for John, so later on, I’ll run back up and email those to him.”



Still slicing and dicing, my lovely sous chef said, “The girls mentioned that they might like to send some of them to their parents too.”



I gave her a mock look of surprise.



“Not those,” she laughed as she launched a piece of pineapple my direction. “But I do want to see those later. I can’t tell you how fucking hot I was getting watching Kate suck a real cock for the first time. And when Gina deep-throated you right off the bat, I thought you would drown her right there.”



“Well, now is probably as good a time to talk about it as any, but what the hell did happen here tonight?”



Britt came around the island with a bowl of the pineapple and crowded up next to me. “Well, since I first saw you and more-so, since last weekend, I guess all I have talked about is you. I told you about Gina’s dickwad ex and Kate’s protective family, and the more I gushed about you and how you made me feel; I guess I felt like I was kind of bragging and leaving them behind.” Continuing as she fed us both bits of pineapple, “I know that Gina doesn’t hate men, and I think that was pretty obvious today and Kate is shy and she saw what Gina went through, so with all of us living together, it has just been easier to fuck each other than to screw around with guys. I think it has helped with our grades too because when any of us get horny, we have someone to help us get off. We don’t have to go through all the drama of dating.”





Slowing down to take a sip of water; “Anyway, I thought you would be the perfect guy to sort of break the pattern if you will. I told the girls that I wanted to tease you and get you all worked up and they were more than willing to help. We really didn’t plan to go all the way, but by the time we got through the bikini’s we were all so fucking horny. That’s why it took so long for us to get changed, because we were playing with each other behind the screen. Anyway, I slipped those nasty little string numbers into the bag and when Gina and Kate saw me take them out, they just smiled and I knew we were on.”



Britt fed me another piece of fruit and slid into my lap. “When we came out wearing next to nothing and saw your cock sticking out, I thought Gina was going to pounce on you. Kate was sort of hypnotized. Then when you just took it off I knew that all bets were off. I just wanted to eat someone or have someone fuck me, I didn’t really care.”



Britt smiled and fed me another piece of fruit with her tongue and we battled for it.



I won the fight for the last piece of pineapple and thanked her with another kiss. “Well, “I said, “It would have been nice if you had let me in on the plan. Other than the occasional wink from you, I wasn’t sure what was going on or what to do.”



Britt spun around and sat up on the island in front of me. “I’m sorry babe, that was kind of cruel, but I really didn’t know where we were headed and I knew that you would do the right thing; you always do.”



“I do huh?” I asked. “So guess what I’m going to do now, “as I stood between her legs.



Pulling her shirt over her head, leaving her ample breasts there for the taking, she answered, “I don’t know, but I’m sure it will be the right thing,” as she wrapped her legs around my waist.



I kissed her hard as I took a tit in each hand and pinched her nipples. Britt moaned in our kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. Pulling back, I leaned down and took her right nipple between my lips and sucked like a ravenous newborn.



“Oh baby,” she groaned, “Gina likes her big tits sucked just like that. I’ll bet she’d love to have you suck on her big titties, baby!” I groaned at the thought as I switched to her left breast. “Oh baby, suck on Gina’s big titty, fuck baby, you’re making my little pussy all wet again,” she moaned as she pulled me tight.



I switched breasts and worked my hands down the back of her shorts, grabbing her ass. Britt had a leg between mine and was rubbing my cock. “Oh your big cock is so stiff baby. Was it this stiff when Kate grabbed your big, hard cock while I ate her sweet pussy?”



My cock was throbbing as I pushed her to her back on the cold granite. I pulled her sandals off and massaged her feet, kissing them, running my tongue between her toes. Britt’s hands were busy, one squeezing her nipples while the other played in her shorts. Britt continued to tease through the moaning; “Kate loves to lick my toes after I’ve fucked her pussy with them…..mmm…baby, suck the pussy juice off my toes!”



Britt had me wound up as I imagined her running her toes up and down little Kate’s slick, tight slit; spreading her juices all over her little mound. I imagined her big toe slipping into her pussy then sliding down, looking to invade her tight ass. I took my cock in my other hand, stroking slowly.



“Lick my pussy baby; lick it like you’d lick Gina’s sweet cunt. Oh baby, Gina has the sweetest tasting pussy baby, and her clit sticks way out, just begging to be sucked, just like a little cock baby. Eat me baby!”



Always one to do as I’m told, I pulled her shorts off, none too gently, and spread her legs wide, like making a wish. Britt is beyond excited. Her lips are distended and red, her clit is an even angrier red from her digital abuse. Britt stared up at me with black eyes as she tugged hard on her nipples. Like a starving man, I took her whole pussy in my mouth, sucking her juices and fucking her pussy with my tongue. She screamed her release as my upper teeth rubbed against her tender trigger. Her juices flowed and I lapped mightily, running my tongue down her ass crack, over her puckered anus, lubricating everything with her essence.



I slowed to let her catch her breath. My hands ran up and down her legs, out across her belly that had rippled like the desert floor during an earthquake when she came. I lingered around her pussy, licking up our mess. Her legs were relaxed now and I used both hands to spread her cheeks and probed at the little pink star. Her asshole winked at me as I probed it with the tip of my tongue. “Oh fuck, “she moaned under her breath as I tried to probe deeper.



Ready for the final act, I dropped my drawers to the floor and drug her ass to the edge of the counter. “Baby,” she mewed, “I have to go pee. Why don’t you go upstairs and email those pictures to John, and I’ll come upstairs.”



Frustrated, with a hard-on you could drive through a concrete wall, I headed out the front door, Britt still spread all over the kitchen island.



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I heard the water running downstairs as I sat with my hard dick and emailed the photos to John. I hadn’t heard her come up the stairs, but when I turned away from the computer; there was Britt, back in the skimpy suit that the girls wore only briefly before the orgy ensued. She struck a pose and did a quick turn. Something caught my eye, but I wasn’t sure what.



Britt walked up to me, still seated with an even harder dick. Grabbing my hair, she pushed my head back and attacked me with her mouth. Our tongues were as busy as were our hands. I had a breast in each hand, squeezing and pinching. She had a hand on my cock, running it up and down the underside, tickling at my balls.



Kissing finished, Britt dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Her hands ran up and down my chest as I just leaned back and enjoyed the view. Her head bobbed up and down as I looked down the slope of her back, her ass cheeks split by a strand of string. She took me into her throat, nearly gagging, her saliva running down my balls.



After a couple minutes, Britt stood and took my hand, helping me stand. Heading toward the bed, she said, “Now it’s our turn and since it is a night of awakenings and new beginnings, I think I want to try something new.”



Crawling up on the bed on all fours, she spread her knees apart lightly and I saw what had caught my eye earlier. Britt had a butt plug in her ass, a bright blue plug right above the blue patch of fabric that no longer hid her sweet sex. I stood mesmerized as I watched her run her fingers over her pussy, spreading her juices. She reached behind her back and with the pull on one string, she was naked.



Britt lowered her shoulder to the bed, raising her ass higher. She looked back at me with her blue eyes, now black as night and with a hand on each ass cheek she spread them until her pussy gaped with her juices running down the inside of her thighs. “Fuck me, “she growled. “I want to feel your hard cock pound my cunt. I want to feel both holes filled while you fuck me.”



Not speaking, or maybe just speechless, I grabbed her hips, pulled her to the edge of the bed and slammed my cock into her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as my lower stomach pushed the plug into her ass as I bottomed out in her cunt. Holding her hips, I ground myself into her, stirring her juices and pushing the plug hard.



“Fuck, fuck, fuck, “she babbled as she grabbed the bed and pushed back. I couldn’t tell if she had multiple orgasms or just one long one, but after a bit, the quaking subsided and turned to the occasional spasm. I loosened my grip and slowly, leisurely rocked back and forth.



Slowly, Britt flattened out, sliding forward and off my cock. Still face down, she mumbled something like, “how the fuck? “And then something else I couldn’t make out. I stood there with a hard wet cock and I grabbed her feet and began rubbing myself on the soles of her feet.



She moaned and turned onto her back. Her face was red from being pushed into the bed and she brushed her disheveled hair out of her face. “You deserve better than jacking off with my feet. “She whispered. “Be a babe and get me my purse, would you? “She said, gesturing toward the dresser.



Me and my stiff dick bounced over and retrieved her purse and handed it to her. She opened it and pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to me with a knowing smile on her face. Then she reached in and grabbed her cell phone. Seeing my look of confusion, she said, “You’re going to be the first to fuck me in the ass and I want pictures, “she said matter-of-factly.



Digging her heels into the bed, she wiggled her ass back down to the edge and sat up. “Gimme that, “she said, grabbing the bottle of lube. She opened it up and grabbed my cock and squirted a generous portion up and down the length. She closed the bottle and set it on the bed and then grabbed me with both hands and ran them over my cock and balls, slathering me up.



Leaning back, Britt rubbed the excess lube onto her tits. “Here,” She said, handing me the Blackberry. Britt pulled her legs up and rolled back until her knees were on either side of her head. My blonde vixen had gone from girlfriend to porn star. She looked at me through the valley of her slick breasts, over her wanton pussy and the flange of the blue plug, lodged tightly in her ass.



“Take a picture and then slowly pull the plug out of my ass, “She instructed.



I held the phone up and snapped a shot, sorely tempted to run over and grab a real camera. I reached down and unable to resist, I swiped my tongue up her pussy. “Fucker! “She shivered, “Just take out the fucking plug.”

Moments later, they were all settled on the couches and cushions in Sezithorum’s bedchamber. Aside from the doors and windows, the entire room — walls, floor and ceiling — was coated with wood panels. A wardrobe stood against one wall, near the large bed, and tapestries filled much of the remaining wall space. There were several small tables scattered around the room with various volumes and flavors of miscellany piled atop them; the one near the bed, acting as a nightstand, had several items on the floor next to it as well.



A family of songbirds had nested on top of the wardrobe, and another atop the support rod of one of the tapestries. A pair of couches sat facing each other conspiratorially near one corner, huddled protectively around their litter of cushions. Braziers were lit near the bed and near the couches, with sweet floral incense rising out of them.



Sezithorum sprawled across one of the couches, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. Roji shared the other couch with a large cat that was annoyed at the intrusion, and gave no sign of relinquishing its seat for Tiska, who sat instead on a large pillow on the floor, her legs extended in front of her, and leaned back against the couch.



Pfarth sat in her lap between two bowls. The bowl behind him was mostly full of various types of nuts, and the one before him had a layer of broken shells covering the bottom. The tips of Pfarth’s forked tail played gently over the surface of the nuts, choosing his favorite ones based on texture alone. The nuts were then passed over his shoulder into a tiny, delicate hand. He held the nut up to his mouth to crack the shell, and then deftly pried it apart and dropped the shards into the bowl.



Tiska craned her neck and shot a quizzical expression at Roji. He nodded encouragingly, and gestured at the old man. She shrugged and mouthed a question at him. He didn’t understand, but smiled and nodded again anyway. She rolled her eyes and turned to face forward again. After another pause, she finally began. “Roji thought he heard you say something about the Sillumril earlier. Is that related?”



Sezithorum scoffed, without otherwise moving. “A children’s tale, one which is ridiculously exaggerated. Marlon was a low-grade charmer who worked a gem mine. Not unlike your father, actually, Roji. While taking a break, he was kicking at the waste pile, and a small rockslide revealed a glint. It was a valuable find, true. It is scarcely the sensational artifact that it is commonly represented to be, however, nor was it won by some grueling and arduous journey.”



“So it’s not related?”



“It was mentioned in the Codex because a similar ritual was performed using it as a fulcrum. But we do not have it, nor do we need it.” He waved a hand dismissively. “I have complete faith in our ability to successfully complete this summoning with reagents closer to hand.”



Roji and Tiska exchanged another look. His expression was concerned and skeptical, while hers was reassured and optimistic. After a moment, she spoke up again. “So why are the Sekiunes coming here?”



“Because they are being incited and encouraged by a succubus. An evil fiend, bent on domination and destruction.” He lifted his head and didn’t quite look at them, his eyes focusing somewhere off in the distance beyond Roji’s shoulder and above Tiska’s head. “But she is also not of this world, and does not understand how the power of Canera flows, nor how it must balance. She is hoarding charm, and concentrating it. Rather than spreading her compost throughout the surrounding desert, and making the Sekiune more fertile, she holds it close, growing crops twisted and deformed from the excess power, which she then feeds to her beasts, further mutating them and driving them mad.



“More disturbingly, she surrounds herself with many apprentices.” Roji’s eyes widened, and Tiska gasped, drawing Sezithorum’s attention back to them. “Yes, you know the stories of the Chekijikmak, the Charm Cataclysm. Many powerful people, charm-heavy, all in permanent residence together, generating effluvia which was not distributed, and feeding off of each other, concentrating the power.



“Either she does not know the legends, which are much more accurate than that drivel about Marlon, or she does not believe in their veracity, or she believes that she will not press far enough to cause a recurrence, or she believes she can prevent it, or possibly she does not even care. Regardless, she must be stopped. Supremacy taints, and complete supremacy taints completely. It is only a matter of time before she and her collaborators accumulate enough charm that they can no longer be resisted.”



Always the one to play the role of demon’s champion, Tiska spoke up. “So you’ve explained why she’s becoming too powerful, but what’s she actually doing that’s so bad? Aside from the whole ‘potential hole in the ground’ thing. That’s only a possibility, some distant time in the future, neh?”



“She has occupied the Skyukuvar, the citadel in the Sekiune, and is actively encouraging the raiders in their forays into civilized territories, and supplying them with her deformed beasts, which further increases their potential for damage and slaughter. Death and destruction are spreading throughout the region, and reducing the charm inherent in the assaulted areas.”



Tiska nodded slowly, staring idly at one of the tapestries. In the foreground on one side was a bare field, spotted with piles of duva droppings and fires, and on the other side an orchard. In the background, flopped over on its side and apparently unable even to stand, was the immense, rotund gray bulk of a duva. Scattered throughout were groups of people in various arrangements of sexual activity. In the center was a man in robes who looked suspiciously like her mentor. His arms were upraised, a plain wooden staff in one hand, a smile on his face, and a nude female figure kneeling in front of him.



It was yet another version of the typical Greening fertility festival, just after the winter crop has been harvested, where people distribute the duva’s leftovers to reseed the field. At the same time, they mix in the wizards’ charm-laden compost, as well as mounding it at the bases of the trees, to help increase yields. Without the people, and the wizards in particular with their charm to encourage the crops, harvests would decrease and less food would be available. This year’s Greening festival was not long past, and she felt herself moistening at the memory.



Roji remained unconvinced. “I get it, but it still doesn’t seem right that people have to die in order to preserve charm.”



Sezithorum smirked. “Do you consider that when you swat at a buzzbug? Canera put that buzzbug there, and gave her the drive to drink of your blood. The buzzbug is a manifestation of the life and charm of Canera, and you think nothing of killing her for your own convenience, so that she will not cause you itchy swellings.”



“But that’s different, that’s…” Roji cocked his head to the side and trailed off.



“You are exactly correct, that is different. That is less defensible than what I intend to set in motion. When the buzzbug bites you, no harm comes to you beyond a spot of itch, which lasts for less than a howra. There is no significant detrimental effect of the bite, merely your inconvenience. These raiders are actively destroying the life of the surrounding areas, depleting charm from Canera, and must be quelled.”



“But they’ve been doing that for longer than anyone can remember. They just come out, take some food and animals, and go home with them. Sure, occasionally they kill someone, and it’s too bad when that happens. But those places are fertile enough, there’s enough charm left that it doesn’t really matter. They grow more food, more animals are born, more people are born, and everything is back to normal. Isn’t that why there’s never been a concerted effort to get rid of them?”



“Alas, that has historically been the case. In recent years, however, they have become more and more aggressive — violent, murderous, and plunderous. They are depleting the charm, reducing the fertility of the land, and thus ranging farther in order to reach more abundant territory, which they then denude. Not only are they causing more destruction than can be replenished, but they are inflicting it over a wider area. It is not that people must die to preserve Canera and her charm. Quite the contrary, people must live to preserve her.



“These invaders are destroying life, and therefore are detrimental. Moreover, this succubus is provoking them. So now we return to the core problem. We are not sure how long she has been present in the Sekiune, only that she has relatively recently risen to prominence, around six years past. And it is only within the past year that we have had any understanding of her influence, or intentions, or the scope of the threat she presents.”



Now it was Roji’s turn to be silent and stare off across the room. After a moment, Tiska snapped out of her reverie and asked, “Who is this ‘we’ you’re referring to?”



“You know that we wizards have some loose organization. We communicate well enough, when it suits our purposes. Many individuals are selfish, self-absorbed, and have no interest in other interactions. Those individuals tend to be largely ignored, and of limited charm and ability, because they exclude themselves from the community.



“The manipulation of charm generally tends to work better as a collective affair, which is what led to the original Chekijikmak. So many people with so much charm, and all feeding off of each other. Such synergy. It was glorious. So many possibilities.” Sezithorum’s face was beatific, his eyes wide and glowing, a lopsided grin peering from within his beard. Tiska nudged Roji’s leg with her elbow and glanced back over her shoulder with a smirk.



The old man caught himself, and continued. “Now, we can only allow such gatherings to be brief and seldom. But they are no less wonderful and productive when they do occur. In fact, there is a Confluence next year, and you will both accompany me.” He beamed at them, and Roji and Tiska glanced at each other, taken aback by his uncharacteristic excitement and warmth toward them.



He started, his eyebrows arching. “Yes, your question. Even though we do not gather often, the wizards of Canera are not isolated. We inquire of each other regularly, when a pressing issue falls outside our personal sphere of knowledge.” He looked at Roji. “I recently had an information request come in regarding what kinds of problems ogres might have interbreeding with hill giants.”



Roji’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh! You– But– The ques–” he sputtered, ending with folded arms, a scowl, and a “Hmph!” Tiska tried and failed to control her snickers.



Sezithorum merely smiled indulgently, then continued. “We, the community of wizards and our associates, have been investigating the disturbing reports emanating from the Sekiune, and debating what must be done to avert the impending disaster. It has required the talents of many, working jointly and individually, to gather the information, to compile it, to interpret it, to formulate solutions, to discover how to enact the solutions, to choose a possible response, and finally to execute it.” His excitement had faded, and by the time he finished speaking, he looked almost despondent, staring once more into oblivion.



Desperate to distract him and get him talking again, Tiska asked, “Why were you chosen to escort the warrior? Or to perform the summoning? Surely there must be other better suited wizards for the job, neh?”



He focused on her again. “There are a few more accomplished summoners than I, but much more distant, both from the Sekiune and from the Codex,” he gestured toward the laboratory area where the book rested, “which is a necessary component of the stratagem. If the Codex had been discovered nearer a more accomplished summoner, naturally it would have fallen to them to perform the ritual. But once it was established that this was the approach that would have the best chance of success, and the smallest chance of other unintended destruction, I doubt any other escort was seriously considered.”



His eyes had lost focus again, and he was speaking more to himself than to them. “Naturally, I volunteered, I had no choice. The prophecy suggests me as well. And I am not certain of what they might have done had I not volunteered. But it hardly matters now.” He trailed off



There was a hook there, another tangent topic, and Tiska clung to it. “What prophecy? What does it say about you?”



Sezithorum shook his head wearily. “Little-known and little-understood. It is probably connected to the current situation in the Sekiune, but because it must be translated from a dead language, it becomes less intelligible. It contains many references that make no sense. More I cannot say.”



He clearly didn’t want to get into the prophecy, so Tiska let it go. There would be plenty of time to ask about that, now that she knew about it. She cast back to what else he had said and found another digression to ask about. “What other possibilities were suggested for how to deal with her? Other than sending someone in to chop her head off?”



Life seemed to flow back into him with a new topic. “One proposal was to tear the ground apart beneath the Skyukuvar, and cause it to swallow her up. The problem was a lack of precision. It could spread to affect a much larger area, wreaking wholesale destruction upon the Sekiune plateau, or even the Kapzhishegg, the mountains to the west. Or if she happened to not be in residence at the time, it would accomplish nothing useful. Another recommendation was an explosion of fire, either from out of the ground or from the sky, but with many of the same drawbacks. Ice was proposed, which provided for better targeting, but lower chances of killing or permanently containing her and her confederates.”



“Why do you need a warrior at all? Why can’t a bunch of wizards just march in and take her down?” Roji had stopped sulking, and was being drawn back into the conversation.



“Firstly, in the Sekiune, there is little charm to be had, which is why it is so infertile. Therefore a wizard who exerts himself there will find his power diminished, and will have difficulty restoring it.



“Furthermore, the skills are simply not to be found, or at least not widely. Even before the Chekijikmak, there were few wizards who studied aggressive magic, and they tended to be feared and shunned by the rest of the community. Think about it. Our way of life is built upon creation, upon the preservation and augmentation of life and the charm carried within it. Any practitioner proficient in destructive manipulations sees his own charm, and that of the world around him diminished as he exercises it, as it is sapped away.”



“So you need someone who’s not dependent on charm for his strength, and who gets more powerful the more destruction he causes.” Roji was nodding. “And since he’s not from around here, he needs someone to go with him and back him up and keep him out of trouble. Can you imagine if he had it off with a Peltorian girl without at least fingering her older sister first?”



They all laughed; the tension had been broken. Tiska remembered another question that had occurred to her earlier. “If you talk to these other wizards so much, and you can safely gather in large groups occasionally, why do you never visit any of them? Why do none of them ever come here?”



“I do, occasionally, as business requires. But for the most part we can speak directly, without the necessity of gathering in person, which is generally more convenient. We all have our responsibilities, to our apprentices, and our lands, and our populace. As it turns out, I had reason to visit Durkentl, to retrieve the Codex. She was very glad to see me, as you can well imagine, considering what the Codex has been doing to me today.”



“Yes, we’d noticed that,” Roji said, and Tiska nodded.



“If she had not forced the issue, I would have returned two days ago, the same day I left. Or yesterday at the very latest. She has no apprentice at the moment, however, and having the Codex in her possession was trying for her. It would have been unpardonably rude of me to abandon her in such a state.” The old man’s crotch had begun twitching again. He idly reached a hand inside his robe and slowly stroked himself.



“It was not entirely wasted time, however. She had had several days in which to examine the Codex before I arrived, and was able to direct my attention to certain significant areas and tell me that other sections were irrelevant to the present objective. If it had not been for her guidance, we likely would not have been able to begin preparations for the ritual so soon after I arrived home.” The bulge was moving farther and faster, the flap of the robe falling open and exposing his pumping hand. “To the other side, had I returned two days ago, rather than dallying and servicing her, we might have begun sooner than tomorrow. Ah, well. Such things cannot be helped.”



Tiska relocated Pfarth and his bowls to the floor, crawled across the gap between the couches and arranged another cushion to kneel on. “Would you like some help with this thing, sir?” she asked.



“Ah, yes. Thank you Tiska,” he murmured, his head falling back against the couch again.



She started and paused, her hand in midair. Did he really just thank her? What in all the mildewed pits had come over him tonight? He was acting so… nice. And he was freely sharing information with them too. Was it just the few days he’d spent with Durkentl that put him in a better mood? But he had been his normal brusque self — no, even worse! — all afternoon. Was it the ritual? Or whatever else it was that was still bothering him about having to accompany the warrior?



Whatever it was, she would have to talk to Roji about what they could do to make this kind of attitude more common.



She shifted her knees slightly and moved closer, bringing her lips and tongue into range. She grasped the base of his shaft and licked it all over, including pulling the collar back and running the tip of her tongue along the groove behind its ridge. Closing her lips around it, she looked back over her shoulder at Roji, still sitting on the other couch, and with a bulge in his lap. He smiled at her, and with her free hand she gathered up the lower portion of her robe and tossed it to one side, exposing her rounded buttocks, and the cleft between them.



Roji stood and dropped his robe on the couch. He folded another pillow, placed it between Tiska’s legs, rolled over, and laid his head on it. She lowered her hips, bringing her lips to meet his. He kissed all four curtains thoroughly, sucking and tugging at them, teasing, then separating them with his tongue and sliding it up to her nub, touching it only lightly with the tip of his tongue.



Tingles shot throughout her body, but she wanted more. She ground her hips down upon him, demanding more stimulation, but he held back, sliding his flat tongue all around, briefly touching her clitoris, then retreating to the lips and the opening between them, then back up to tease her again.



Tiska was unable to give him better direction — not that he necessarily would have heeded it — because her own mouth was full of flesh as well. She pumped her mouth up and down, using one arm to support her body, and the other hand to roll his eggs in their pouch. A little bit of squeeze, but not too much. She pulled them downward, tightening the skin on his pole and forcing her mouth to slide along the skin, rather than the skin sliding along the rigid tissue beneath.



She soon became frustrated with Roji’s teasing, and tapped him on the top of the head. When he sat up, she cleared her mouth momentarily and said over her shoulder, “Get on with it, just plow me.”

NOTE 1: This is dedicated to Bree (who requested this story).



NOTE 2: Thank you to Estragon for your copy editing.



Summary: A girl’s kinky slut fantasy life becomes VERY, VERY real.




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What are your fantasies?



What gets you off late at night when you only have yourself and your favourite toy?



For me, my fantasy life is way more adventurous than my reality.



In my fantasy life, I am seduced and made a sexual pet by Mrs. Walker, the hottest teacher ever.



In my fantasy life, I am just getting out of my cheerleading uniform, when the whole football team walks in and has their way with me. There are a variety of races, a variety of cocks and a variety of positions I’m taken.



In my fantasy life, my boss uses me to close deals by either being a cocksucking cum swallower, a tight pussy to be used as a cum deposit, or an eager pussy-licker.



In my fantasy life, I am forced to flash strangers, teasing men and women shamelessly with my shaved pussy and perky breasts.



In my fantasy life, I am a submissive, who obeys every sexual command any man or woman gives me.



In reality, though, I had only done a few things…and almost always while drunk. My two college roommates had their way with me on more than one occasion; I flashed people at a bar on a drunken dare and I had anal sex with a boyfriend who I couldn’t say ‘no’ to. But for the most part, I lived in a fantasy world…until last weekend when everything changed.



It started innocently enough when I hosted a gathering. We have always taken turns hosting small parties the second Saturday of the month, and it was my turn to be the hostess with the mostest (and oh would I ever be!)



I am always up for a good drunk, as I am still in my relatively carefree twenties, as is the rest of our gang from work. The plan was it would be a pot luck appetizer and a wine tasting party. The two were a lethal combination for my slim body: not enough substantial food and sweet-tasting wine, which went down like water for me.



Like most of our gatherings, it included lots of sexual innuendo, lots of drinking, and lots of gossip. Rumours spread like prairie fire, especially when wine is involved. By the time the fourth bottle of wine was empty, I was incredibly drunk and I knew way too many tantalizing tidbits of useless information about every co-worker who wasn’t at the gathering.



We then played truth-or-dare, something we had never done before. I’d invited my two closest co-workers Shelly and Tina, Tina’s husband Frank, a co-worker named Jon, one of our college interns Simone and our computer tech Markus.



Shelly was a blonde bombshell that seemed to have a new young stud every week. It was actually shocking that she didn’t bring anyone to today’s gathering. She usually had some sweet fucking eye candy to drool about.



Tina was a blonde too and also pretty, but shorter and less endowed in comparison to Shelly’s double-D breasts, and shyer too. Tina’s husband Frank was a firefighter who was built like a brick house, and I often fantasized about using his hose to cool me down.



Jon was a poster boy for preppy. He could have easily come directly out of the pages of an Abercrombie & Finch catalogue. At our marketing office he was the male closer, and Shelly was the female equivalent. You would be amazed, or maybe you wouldn’t be, how much sex appeal is used to close a deal. (I often wish I could be the closer…but I was the behind the scenes girl).



Simone was a twenty-two year old redhead sex bomb intern who was clearly going to be a female closer one day. She was short, not even five feet, but her curves were ample, and she wore the clothes to showcase them perfectly. She also had a naturally sexy voice and I could literally envision her as a phone-sex operator.



Markus was the firm’s super geek. He wasn’t Urkel nerdy, but he had the glasses and the lack of fashion sense. He was also the only black man in our circle of friends.



And then there is me. I am blonde as well. I have blue eyes, very firm 34b breasts, a tight ass, a freshly-shaved pussy and an athlete’s body. Actually, Shelly, Tina and I all have tight bodies, as we work out together and run in marathons. We are also all in our mid-twenties, without kids and living a very active New York City life.



Again, truth-or-dare was not something we had played before, so I really had no idea what to expect. The first round was tame as people all picked ‘dare’ and were forced to do a dance, or shoot a drink or a similar low-impact stunt.



But as we got drunker the game became more interesting and naughty.



Simone picked ‘truth’. Jon asked, “How many people have you slept with?”



The redhead beauty smiled. “I can’t say I know the exact number, but a dozen or so.”



“Slut,” Shelly playfully teased her, Shelly easily being close to triple digits.



“It takes one to know one,” Simone retorted, before asking, “Wait! Was the question men or people?”



Jon asked, “Would the number be different?”



Simone looking directly at me it seemed and said, “Oh, the number would be drastically higher if it included my lesbian trysts.”



I could feel a sudden tingle as Simone stared at me revealing she was bisexual.



Shelly joked, “Bisexual slut.”



Simone finally broke eye contact with me and retorted, “Jealous?”



Shelly, seemingly noticing Simone’s and my brief moment, teased, “I think Bridgette wants to help you add to your list.”



I quickly came to my senses, none of them knowing of my submissive lesbian college past, and snorted, “As if.”



Simone pouted, “You wouldn’t do me, Bridgette?”



Deciding it was easier to play along, I faked confidence. “Oh Simone, I would devour you whole.”



Simone smiled, “Be careful what you say sexy, I just may take you up on your offer.”



Shelly got us back on track, “Ok, you two cool it off. We have men here; let’s keep our weekly lesbian slumber party conversations for another time. Markus, truth or dare?”



“Dare,” Markus replied.



Shelly teased. “Dare again, hmmmm, what secrets to you have buried in your closet?”



He shrugged nonchalantly.



Simone dared, “Flash your cock to us.”



Markus, surprised by this, responded, “Are you serious?”



“Deadly, I want to know if the big black man myth is real or not.”



Markus shrugged, “All right, I got nothing to hide.” He stood up, dropped his pants, and unleashed the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least nine inches and thick. It was impossible to believe such a geeky looking man could be hiding such a large package.



Shelly complimented him, “Markus, where have you been hiding that snake?”



The wittiest thing I had ever heard from him escaped his lips next. “In my pants.”



We all laughed as he put his snake back in his hiding spot.



Shelly was next and picked ‘truth’. Markus asked her, “Have you ever been with a black man?”



She smiled and responded back with a question, her tone dripping with flirtation, “Is that an offer?”



“Maybe,” he shrugged showing a confidence I only saw in him when he was talking computer shop.



After an awkward silence, Simone pointed out, “Hey, you never answered the question.”



Shelly smiled, “Yes, I have if you must know.”



Frank chose ‘truth’ as well. Shelly asked, “Is your cock as big as your muscles?”



Frank, used to Shelly’s forwardness, chuckled, “Big enough to keep many fires burning once I get my hose inside.” The naughty innuendo had me wishing my growing fire could be quenched with a big hose.



“I need exact measurements,” Shelly insisted.



He shrugged, “I don’t know. I am no Markus, but I am a solid seven plus inches.”



Shelly looked at me, “Do you have a ruler?”



“Yes,” I responded.



“Go get it,” she ordered, as she often did.



I stood up, stumbled a bit realizing I was drunker than I thought, and went to my desk in search of a ruler.



I returned a couple of minutes later and Frank had his cock out and Tina was stroking it, getting it fully erect, apparently for the measurement.



Shelly, in her usual authoritative tone, ordered, “Bridgette, measure Frank’s cock.”



I looked at Tina who nodded her head in agreement and I went to the couple, bent down and placed the ruler under Frank’s impressive fully erect cock. I tried not to touch his cock, but it was impossible. Tina lifted it up so I could get the ruler to the base and I measured Frank’s cock. “Seven and three-quarters inches.”



As I moved away, Tina stunned us all as she suddenly took her husband’s cock in her mouth for a few quick bobs. When she was done she shrugged, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”



I stared at them, suddenly turned on. Shelly announced, “Bridgette got turned on watching Tina suck off her husband.”



I quickly defended myself, “I did not.”



Shelly laughed, “You are practically drooling.”



I continued my denial, “I am not. I was just surprised by it.”



Tina looked at me and offered, “Want a taste?”



“What?” I gasped, shocked by the offer.



Tina chuckled, “I’m kidding, Bridgette.”



I laughed back, but the thought in my head was I would love to feel that cock in my mouth or pussy. The game continued, and it was my turn to be the center of attention.



Frank, his impressive package back in his pants, asked, “Truth or dare, Bridgette?”



“Truth,” I answered.



Frank smiled, “Would you have sucked my cock if my lovely wife here would have allowed you to?”



My face went instantly beet red and my pussy began to leak slightly at the thought as I tried to think how to answer the question.



While I remained silent, Shelly pushed, “Bridgette, I think your silence has already given us your answer, but you need to answer the question.”



Attempting to be flippant, and over-the-top to make it seem all more outrageous and absurd, I responded, “Fine, yes I would sucked his cock until he sprayed his hot seed down my eager throat.”



Frank responded, with a smug tone I couldn’t quite understand, “Good to know, Bridgette.”



Tina slapped my ass, “You slut.”



I shrugged, playing along in this crazy game, filled with sexual innuendo, “Maybe, but only if you offered me his sweet cock.” I shocked myself and the gang when I finished by giving his still fully erect cock a gentle squeeze in his trousers.



Shelly chuckled, “Well, this game is really getting interesting.”



Trying to get the attention away from me, I turned to Tina, “Truth or dare?”



“Truth,” she smiled.



Deciding to keep the naughty game going and answer the question that had my pussy all wet, “Would you ever actually let someone suck your husband’s cock?”



Tina, her smile shifting slightly from sweet to wily, “Do you mean would I let you suck his cock?”



I quickly shook my head ‘no’, even though that was exactly what I meant. “No, no, no,” I stammered, “I was just keeping up the bizarre sexual undertones of this game.”



Shelly interjected again, “Sure, sure, Bridgette. We can all see the hunger in your eyes.”



Tina pushed me too, her tone playfully sinful. “Do you want to fuck Frank too, Bridgette?”



“What? No!” I gasped, desperate to get the attention off me.



Tina burst out laughing, “I’m just fucking with you, Bridgette. But to answer your question, yes I would, and I have let other women play with my husband’s delicious cock.”



Before I had time to filter her shocking answer, I let out an involuntarily, “You have?”



Tina smiled, “Hmmmm, indeed we have.” As I allowed this shocking revelation about Tina and Frank to spin in my inebriated mind, Tina turned to Jon, “OK Jon, truth or dare?”



Jon shrugged, “You choose.”



Tina paused before saying, “Dare it is. I dare you to kiss Bridgette. I think she clearly is in need of some loving attention.”



“What?” I blurted.



Jon moved to me, “Come here, baby.”



I looked around as all eyes were on me. I stood up and walked over to the super handsome Jon. My panties now were completely damp as I was both mortified and turned-on by the sudden attention I was receiving. I reached Jon and he pulled me in and gave me a warm, passionate kiss. His hand also went to my ass and gave me a firm squeeze.



Shelly broke the intimate moment. “You two need a room, or maybe just a bed?”



I broke the kiss, attempting to be casual even as my loins were heating up and distracting me from thinking straight. I ended the awkwardness the best way I knew how, by announcing, “I have to pee.”



I quickly staggered to the bathroom, the wine really doing a number both in my head and on my bladder. When I returned to the living room, Tina handed me another glass of wine. Shelly announced, “While you were gone, Bridgette, we decided since your birthday is next week we are going to play a special game of Bridgette-enhanced Truth or Dare.”



“Say what?” I asked, confused.



She flashed me a coin and said, “We will flip a coin and if it is heads it is ‘dare’ and if it is tails it is ‘truth’.”



“OK,” I responded, “but how is this Bridgette-enhanced?”



“Because,” she smiled, pausing for dramatic effect, “Every one of us will flip a coin and then ask you the question or give you a dare.”



The realization that it was all about me suddenly became crystal clear and I asked, “Why?”



“Because it is your almost birthday and because you desperately need it.”



“How so?” I questioned.



She walked over and gave me a big tit-crushing hug, before whispering in my ear, “Trust me.” Her hot breath on my ear made my sweet tingle start again and when she slid her tongue in my ear, my left leg gave out briefly. Just as quickly as she teased me, she moved away and I sat back down on a chair taking a lengthy sip of my wine…wondering what the heck was happening.



Shelly tossed the coin to Jon who flipped it and said, “Heads…dare it is.”



Acting way more confident than I was feeling, I quipped, “Go for it!” I followed this up by spilling wine on myself and cursing, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”



Jon said, “Well apparently fate stepped in. My dare is for you to take off your shirt and leave it off.”



I looked at him stunned. “Are you serious?”



He shrugged, “That is the dare.”



I smirked back, thinking two can play this game. I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to him, my pink lace push-up bra now the center of every man’s and woman’s eyes. Instead of being embarrassed by the staring, I felt sexy and confident and the dampness in my pussy increased.



Simone joked, “What a cute bra, you must have been hoping for some action tonight.”



I blushed, attempting to be suave, “Well, a girl should always be prepared.”



“Indeed,” Shelly smiled, her provocative tone unsettlingly me.



Simone flipped the coin in the air and I watched it hit the floor, roll around, and land tails-up. She smiled, “Truth this time, Bridgette.”



Taking a long drink of wine, I confidently retorted, “Ask me anything!”



“Have you ever dyked out with another girl?”



I responded flippantly, “Haven’t we all?”



Simone inquired, “Do tell.”



I shrugged, ignoring the fact that I was my two roommate’s submissive pet on more than one occasion back in the day, I answered, “My roommates and I often played.”



“And…” Simone pushed.



“And what?” I asked coyly, enjoying teasing the beautiful redhead.



“Did you eat pussy?”



“I think that I have told the truth already,” I replied.



Shelly intervened, her tone demanding, “Answer the question, Bridgette.”



Always being the follower to Shelly, I quickly answered, attempting to be slightly crude, “Yes, I ate their cunts.”



“Get fucked by them?” the redhead delved deeper.



I looked at Shelly who gave a just-answer-the-fucking-question look. “Yes.”



“In the ass?” Simone asked the ultimate taboo.



I nodded weakly in the affirmative.



Frank picked up the coin, my face burning with embarrassment, my pussy burning with need. He flipped the coin and caught it and showed it to me, “Heads.” He paused, seeming to think what to dare me to do before looking at Shelly who gave him a slight nod. I was confused by the brief interaction, before Frank dared, “I dare you to give me your panties.”



I always got turned on by the thought of flashing and being an exhibitionist, so this was not a big deal. I quickly slipped my panties off and tossed them to him.



To my surprise, he put them to his nose and said, “Hmmmm, you smell delicious.”



I blushed yet again, as Shelly walked over and took them demanding, “Let me see.”



One of my best friends took my panties and took a long lengthy sniff at the crotch. “Hmmmm, I agree, they smell delicious.” She then added, “And fuck, they are drenched. What is getting you all wet, Bridgette?”



Suddenly everyone staring at me had me both excited and nervous, but I retorted, “I plead the fifth and it’s not your turn to ask me a question yet.”



She smiled and said, “Oh it will be soon.” Her tone dripped with flirtation.



Tina grabbed the coin and flipped it. It was tails this time. ‘Truth’. Tina didn’t even hesitate as she asked, “Do you ever fantasize about being the center piece of a boy and girl orgy?”



I was flabbergasted by the question. I could have remotely expected such a question from Shelly, but from Tina…never. Yet, there it was just lingering there in the air, six people staring at me waiting for an answer to the absurd question. I answered, “Sometimes.”



“How often?” Tina questioned.



I shrugged, “I don’t keep stats.”



“More than once a month?”



“Probably.”



“More than once a week?”



“Sometimes.”



“Interesting,” Tina said, letting her response to my humiliating answer linger for all to contemplate.



Markus grabbed the coin and tossed it in the air. It landed at his feet and I, now very drunk and unable to see to clearly, bent down to see what it was. Heads.



Markus looked down at me deadly serious, at my subservient position, and dared, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette.”



I gasped. “What?”



He began immediately to pull down his pants as he repeated, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette. Don’t pretend you don’t want to.”



Looking at the big black snake, I definitely wanted to, although I even more definitely wanted it inside me. I was fucking hornier than I could ever remember being and desperately wanted to be fucked. Deciding ‘fuck it’, I grabbed his massive black rod and leaned forward, taking it in my mouth.



He moaned, “Good girl.”



Wanting to be a good girl for him, I bobbed up and down on his cock ignoring the audience, who were probably watching in shocked awe. Soon I forgot them and I began to rub myself as I slobbered on his cock. I don’t know if I was really good, or if he has a quick trigger, but in only a couple of minutes of concentrated cocksucking I felt a sudden spray splash the back of my throat. I didn’t slow down and swallowed every last drop of his salty seed, all the while rubbing my clit attempting to get myself off.



Suddenly I was brought back to the cold reality…I had just sucked off a co-worker in front of a group of friends as Shelly announced, “My turn.”



Markus pulled his dick out of my cocksucking lips and said, “That was great, Bridgette. You are a natural born cocksucker.”



What does one say to such a compliment? Thanks? I remained silent, suddenly paralyzed by my actions.



Shelly pulled me up and said, “For the last round of the game Bridgette, I am going to give you a buy one, get one free, deal.”



“How so?” I asked, staring into her hypnotic eyes, as her hand went under my skirt and to my wet pussy.



“I am going to give you one truth and one dare,” she revealed.



“OK,” I replied mindlessly.



“Truth first,” she smiled, her finger easily parting my glistening pussy lips and sliding inside my wanton pussy.



“Kkkkkkkk,” I moaned, greatly distracted by her touch.



“Do you want to eat my pussy in front of all our friends and then be ravished by the rest of the group?”



“Desperately,” I moaned, wanting everything she just said to happen.

Synopsis: Parting is such sweet sorrow, but is it what they really want?



This story contains graphic descriptions of many sexual acts, including lesbian orgies, some incest, and exhibitionism. If you are under the age of consent, or if you are offended by what my brain thought up, then please find a different website. Billions of websites are out there, so happy browsing!




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Monica and I are ending our show as the guests begin to search for their clothes and leave our house, our home.



Tonight ends the forty-second orgy since all of us have started living in this house together. Back when I thought this house was haunted, it was really scary. Now that things have sorted themselves out, along with being able to share my time with Jamie, Monica, and Tracy, things have been a lot better.



I push Monica’s face away from my shivering pussy and she stands up, wiping my juices from her mouth as she slips on her robe. We’ve grown quite fond of each other, and we’ve agreed to put on shows for the guests near the end of every orgy since her, Jamie, and Tracy were brought in here as well. Speaking of which, I believe Tracy and Jamie are upstairs, tending to our male guests. Both were lucky enough not to get pregnant, but we’ve all started taking birth control in order to keep anything of the sort from happening.



I stood up and slipped on my own pink bath robe, using the absorbent inside to wipe the saliva from the inside of my crotch. Mary walks into the hallway from the dining room with a smile on her face that I’ve never seen before. Tracy and Jamie come downstairs just in time for what Mary wants to tell us.



“You all were great, girls!” she shouts, joyfully. “Best one, yet! I especially enjoyed the look on one guy’s face when you bent over and rubbed your clit in front of his mouth, Monica! And then, when you touched his nose with it! Top notch teasing, girl!”



“Thanks,” blushed Monica.



“Well, girls! I think it’s time I told you all the good news right now!” Mary announced.



All of us had no idea what Mary was talking about. The four of us just looked at each other, confused.



“You’re all free to go!” Mary declared. “Isn’t that great?”



Now, we were even more confused. I stepped forward a few steps.



“Wait, Mary. You told us a long while ago that the only way for you to live is for us to become your personal sex slaves, right? Well, we all made a lifetime commitment, and what about you?” I needed to ask those questions.



“Don’t worry about me, Heather!” she beamed. “You all have done so much for this house and everyone inside, and now it feels like we can finally move on. No matter what happens, we’re ghosts at heart. We’re done with living on Earth, and we’d all like to finally go home, up to the heavens.”



Just then, the white walls turned a dingy grey, and the lights dimmed down to almost nothing. The house almost melted and became the old house it once was. Mary and Kyle stood side-by-side, in all their naked glory, and started to glow a bright white. The door opened by itself behind us, and the four of us walked outside and got our first glimpse of the evening moon in months. Together, Mary and Kyle rose up, past the ceiling, up to the sky and beyond the clouds. They went home, where they belong.



Once Kyle and Mary were out of sight, the doors to the house shut and locked by themselves, everything going back to the way things were and leaving all of us outside in the dark, still wearing nothing but our robes.



I looked over and saw everyone’s faces. Smiles stretched from ear to ear and then continued onto the next face. We all came together in a group hug, crying tears of joy at our freedom, at long last.



While we were all walking home, I noticed the corner gas station is almost closed for the night, and I wanted to get a quick candy bar before it did. I walked in, up to the register, and searched around for the candy bar I liked. Once I found it, I picked it up and set it on the counter, letting the guy behind the register scan it.



“That’ll be 80 cents, miss,” declares the 40-year-old cashier, and I quickly realize that I have no pockets and no money.



Monica walks in now, looking for a bottle of soda. She grabs a 20-ounce out of the cooler and sets it next to my candy bar.



“Heather, what’s taking you so long?” asked Monica.



“Will this be together?” questioned the man behind the counter.



“Uh, y-yes,” I stuttered, turning to Monica. “Monica, we have no money!”



The man instantly looked at us in anger, but Monica seemed to have an idea.



“How about, instead of money, we pay you in our services?” she winked at him.



“Sorry, ladies, I’m married. Now are you gonna pay me or am I gonna call the cops?” He was starting to look impatient.



Monica walked behind me and quickly yanked off my robe, wrapping her arms around my body. “Oh, you have it all wrong. We want to put on a show for you, featuring only the two of us!”



The man was beginning to look calmer and more interested. “Come again?”



Monica quickly shed her own robe before rubbing my nipples to hardness in front of him. She pulled on my nipples until they were dark red. “Do you like the show so far?”



Before he could answer, Monica spread my legs from behind and knelt down, pushing her face between my legs and licking my pussy lips for this man. I gasp and struggle to hold myself up, and the man stretched far above the counter, trying to get a better look at our “show.”



I decided to step it up a notch by reaching down and rubbing my clit for him, gasping loudly and causing him to swallow nervously. Monica continued licking my nether lips for a little while longer, and then she pushed her tongue inside me. I was already so far into rubbing myself that when she began to tongue-fuck me I came immediately. Monica pulled her face away from my crotch and I shook and jiggled, squirting a bit of my cum onto the hard tile floor below me.



We both looked up and saw a huge smile on his face. Of course, any man would have smiled at the sight of two naked women, with one of them licking away at the other. He flung himself back behind the counter, though, and I’m sure his hard-on was pushing through his pants.



“Uh, that’s very nice, ladies, but I’m afraid company protocol states that…”



“Heather, you’re not just gonna leave me hanging out to dry, are you?” Monica interrupted, pouting.



“Don’t worry, Monica. I would never do that,” I soothed her, all in an attempt to finish what we started with this man. “Here, lay down.”



Once Monica was on the floor, I bent over and took her right nipple into my mouth. The cashier is practically floating above the counter, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, staring down at us. My ass was pointing directly at him and my pussy was dripping down my legs. Once Monica moaned in satisfaction, I stood up and turned around, looking straight into this man’s eyes.



“Hey, Monica,” I asked, “do you want me to return the favor that you gave me?”



“Yes, she does!” exclaimed the excited cashier, immediately realizing what he just said. He drops back down behind the counter, obviously trying to regain his composure.



“Okay, Monica,” I started. “Can you hop up on this counter here and maybe spread your legs?”



Monica stood up quickly and was more than happy to pull herself up onto the counter, kneeling and pushing aside the candy bar and the soda as she spread her legs wide, creating a small gap between her pussy and the countertop. I turned around and bent backwards, pushing my head through this small gap and I began licking her out in perfect view of this man. I noticed Monica reaching up and tugging on her own stiff nipples, moaning and crying out for more.



The cashier was drooling by now, his slobber trailing down to the counter in which we were having our fun. He wiped his mouth clean once he realized what was happening.



I stopped eating Monica just long enough to tell her the worst news ever. “I’m gonna stop now, Monica.”



She whined in disapproval, but then she breathily asked the cashier if he wanted to continue what I started. He agreed without question.



I pulled my head out from under Monica’s slimy pussy and after cracking my back I grabbed her by her arms, allowing her to readjust her position and sit on the counter with her feet out. She bent backwards and I supported her top half while the man quickly went to work licking the horny pussy of my lover.



He only stopped once, hurriedly grabbing his wallet out of his pocket and paying for our stuff. We then allowed him to finish Monica off, giving her her first orgasm by someone outside the house.



Once I helped Monica slide off the counter and put her robe back on, the man behind the counter told us that he has a rod of steel that hadn’t been used for a while. He wanted us to help him fix that little problem. I slid my robe back on and walked beside Monica.



“Sorry, but you said you were married!” we laughed before we walked hand-in-hand out the sliding doors.



Tracy and Jamie were waiting outside for us as we walked back out to the street.



“What the hell took you two so long?” Tracy barked at us.



“We were just having some fun with the cashier,” Monica stated. “What’s wrong with that?”



“Can we just go back home?” Jamie whined. “I want to finally sleep in my own bed, and give my pussy a rest for once.”



We all giggled, understanding exactly how she felt. We all walked together, dropping Tracy off at her house, then Jamie, and finally Monica.



As I walked down the street alone, finally heading towards my own house, I noticed a few cars pass by. The drivers of each of them simply stared at me in my robe like I was a hooker or something. It disgusted me.



And then there was this one convertible. It was too dark to see the color of the car or the license plate, but the driver pulled up next to me and asked me to hop in, flashing a hundred-dollar bill at me.



“Sorry, I’m not for sale, pervert!” I hissed at him, walking under a street light.



“Now, come on!” he quipped. “Surely, a pretty girl like you needs some company on a lonely night like this!” I could tell he wasn’t gonna stop until he got what he wanted.



I stopped suddenly and he braked as well. Turning to him, I quickly opened my robe and then shut it, giving him a quick peek at my naked body. “Was that what you wanted, pervert?” I continued walking, closing my robe as tight as I could around my body.



“You got me all wrong, baby,” he insisted, driving slowly next to me. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my arm with one hand, opening his door with the other hand. “That’s what I needed all along!”



He forcefully pulled me into his car and across his lap far enough so that he could shut the door. I tried to scream, but he put his top up too quickly and rolled the windows up, turning this into a true kidnapping. I struggled my hardest, but my actions were useless. He had me pinned across his lap.



As we drove carelessly along the highway, he took the wheel with his right hand. His left hand began slowly inching its way up my leg and under my robe.



“Don’t even think about it!” I yelled as I shook violently, trying to loosen his hold on my leg. I ended up tiring myself out, and I reluctantly ceased to fight back. Once he realized that I had stopped struggling, his hand continued its ascent, brushing along my buttocks. I cringed at the unwanted feeling, but his fingers soon found their way between my legs, and I shivered at the pleasant sensations he was giving me. It reminded me of all the good times I had in that house with all my friends, Mary and Kyle too.



My pussy gave him plenty of lubrication as his fingers rubbed up and down along my nether lips, and I could feel his hardened penis pushing through his pants against my skin as we drove down the road. He laughed and told me about the “good times” we were going to have when we arrived at his place. I wanted to yell at him again, but he shoved a finger inside me just as I opened my mouth to scream. I gasped and held my breath, wanting to feel every millimeter of his long digit. I soon lost control and exhaled loudly, crawling and sitting up in the passenger seat of the convertible. I reached over to help unzip his pants and I bent over, giving him the longest blowjob I’ve ever given a man until we pulled into his driveway.



I don’t know what came over me, but I never even got out of the car before I jumped on him and fucked him into oblivion. My moans were barely muffled by his unrelenting mouth as he kissed me all throughout. Once I felt him shoot his thick load deep inside me, I allowed myself to release an orgasm that could shatter boulders. My pussy slobbered all over his dick and I still couldn’t stop. I wanted to have another orgasm, and I didn’t let him pull out of me until it happened.



I practically lost my voice screaming out my climaxes from having sex with this man, my kidnapper. He helped me to the door and he turned his key in the lock as I was propped up on his other shoulder, my arms wrapped around his body for balance. Once he opened the door, he took me inside and let me drop onto his fancy red couch, pulling my robe from my body as I fell.



“You won’t need this tonight,” he told me as he threw my robe onto the coat rack by the door.



“Uh… are we?” I moaned as I tried to stay awake on the soft fabric of this incredible couch.



“Are we what?” he called back to me as he grabbed a soda out of the fridge.



“Are we gonna have sex again soon?” I shouted as he walked back into the living room.



“Are you serious?” he laughed. “You almost killed yourself having sex with me out in the car, and all you can think about is doing it again? What have you been up to before I saw you?”



“Mmmmm,” I groaned as I remembered exactly what I had been doing before he found me. I really should have let that cashier put his dick inside me. It would have felt incredible.



“If you help me out, I won’t call the police for kidnapping,” I bargained, trying to cure the tingling down below that hasn’t gone away since this man grabbed me off the street.



Standing up, he exhaled as well. “I’ll tell you what. I’m a little tired myself from what you did to me out there, but I’ll give you this to hold you over.” He grabbed a wax banana out of the fake fruit basket on the coffee table near the fireplace. “Maybe you can help yourself until I get my energy back. Okay?” He tossed the banana on my stomach and I quickly grabbed it.



He walked somewhere else, and I shoved the wax fruit as deep inside me as I could. I can’t really figure out why I’m so horny all-of-a-sudden, but I know I’ll figure it out soon. At least, as soon as I can… “Ohhhh… that feels so good!”



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I feel kinda sad for messing up his couch with my squirting orgasm, but I’m sure he won’t mind. When I stood up, I wiped the couch off the best I could, licking my fingers of my juices. I even kneeled down and applied my tongue directly on the couch in an attempt to get it as clean as before, but no luck.



“You must really like the taste of yourself to go that far,” said the man from just inside the doorway. “I’ve never met a woman who loves the flavor of her own sex that much.”



Blushing, I scurry up onto the couch and pose like nothing happened. “What? No! I, uh…”



“No, don’t worry about it,” he tells me as he walks over to where I am sitting. He is wearing some very loose gray sweatpants and a red striped t-shirt, and I have no trouble seeing his tent pitched and pointed directly at me.



“So, are you ready for me?” I tease him in a puppy-dog voice, dropping my hand back to my pussy and sliding a finger between my lower lips. I see him looking down at my finger, then up at my face, watching my expression change from lust to need.



I pull my hand away from below and place it on his waist. My other hand joins the first and I briskly yank his sweatpants down, making his 7-inch dick spring back up and bob in front of me. It is so erotic watching his member dance for me, and without another word I take it inside my mouth again. His hands immediately grab the sides of my head and he yells at me to take it deep. Of course, it took some practice back in the house, but I was finally trained to deepthroat as much as fourteen inches! His was only half that, but it still took some effort to swallow.



Half-way through, I heard him saying something about wanting to finally try backdoor sex, and I couldn’t have been happier to accept his offer. Unfortunately, though, that included pulling his big shaft from within my happy throat.



I hurried to the floor and positioned myself, but as soon as he knelt behind me I had an idea.



“Hey, do you think I can call up a friend of mine?” I ask with a slight sense of fear in my voice for some reason.



“I’m not gonna let you call the cops!” He barked at me.



“Oh, no! That’s not it at all! I just wanna dial up a friend who would be glad to be here with us, trust me. If you want, you can even dial the number and talk to her yourself. Just make sure to put it on speakerphone, okay?” I begged him to understand, and eventually he agreed.



Grabbing his cell phone from a coat on the coat rack, he pressed the speakerphone button and I could hear the dial tone quite clearly. I gave him the name and number and when he dialed it, I could hear the familiar ringing. It rang a few times, and just when I thought nobody was home…



“… Hello?” Tracy breathily answered the phone.



“Hello? Is Tracy there?” replied my kidnapper.



“Speaking!” Tracy yelled. “Who… is this? Ahhh!!!”



“Do you, by any chance, have any connection with the police?” He asked her, but I knew he would ask all along.



“Look, I… Oh my GOD!!!… I don’t know any cops, and I don’t have time to talk, so…”



“Hi, Tracy!!!” I yelled as loud as I could, crawling to the phone.



“Shut up, bitch!!!” He yelled at me, his face turning red from anger.



“Heather? Is that you? Oh my!!!” Tracy answered.



“It’s me!!! Um, what’s going on over there?” I ask, watching my kidnapper get angry.



“Oooohhh!!! Please, you gotta stop for a second! We’re just having some fun over HERE!!! Haaahhh, nothing strange or anything! Why?” Tracy moaned deeply, which told me that she was having some incredible sex with somebody. I soon hear someone else talking in the background.



“Are you ready for me to give you what you’ve asked for?”



I was shocked. I’ve heard that voice before, but I NEVER imagined Tracy to do something so… taboo!



“Tracy! Is… is that your mom’s voice?”



“Ooohhh!!! YES!!! Oh, God YES!!! Aaaaaahhh!!!” Tracy’s screaming was causing the phone to buzz a little.



I smiled. I’ve seen Tracy’s mother and she does look HOT, but I doubted Tracy would ever go that far.



“How did you pull that off? I know your mom, and there’s no way she’d be into that!” I shouted into the phone, over the sounds of her own yelling.



“Uhh, thank you,” Tracy exhaled, finished. “I know you thought this would be a little weird at first, but you’re gonna love it like I do, eventually. Trust me.”



“Huh?” Both the man and me were confused.



“Hey, Heather, you know when you dropped me off at my house, I was wearing my robe?” Tracy began interviewing me.



“Yeah, so?” I replied.



“Well, when my mom saw me in it, she sat me down and asked me where I was for the past couple hours. When she said that, it blew me away because I know we were in that house for months. I explained everything to her, and she didn’t believe me at first…”



“Wait!” I interrupted. “We were only gone for a couple of hours? That’s impossible!!!”



“Yeah, I know. Weird, right? Well, anyway, my mom thought I was lying until she saw me masturbating with the TV remote in front of the window for my neighbor’s husband’s camera. I told her the truth, all of it, and then I did something I never thought I would do.”

“What did you do?” asked the curious man who kidnapped me.



“I… I made the first move on my mother!” Tracy’s voice was starting to shake, but then she moaned again. “Oh, mom, you gotta hold on for a second and let me finish the story! …No, I’ll eat you out later, but right now I wanna finish explaining this to my friend, Heather.” Tracy paused, and it sounded like she took the phone away from her ear. “Yes, I know you’re wet and I also want to lick you… Okay, geez! I’ll finger you now to hold you over. Sound good?”



The kidnapper has drool hanging out of his mouth and his boner is pointing straight up towards the ceiling. A large drop of pre-cum leaks down his shaft and into his dark pubes.



“Anyway, Heather, it took a long time to convince her, but now…” I heard her mother moan loudly and the sloppy sounds of Tracy’s wet palm slapping wet skin, “… we’re having a great time now!”



“Can you finish me off, now that you’ve told your story?” Tracy’s mother was really horny for a thirty-seven-year-old married woman!



“Oh, Heather, you don’t understand! When daddy gets home from work, me and mom are gonna have a really good ‘talk’ with him, right mom?” They both laughed and then Tracy’s mom moaned again. “Heather, I’m gonna have to let you go! One of us needs a spanking!”



CLICK



He hung up the phone and dropped it, looking stunned. I let him come to grips with his thoughts before he finally spoke to me.



“That… was your friend?” His voice revealed his disbelief. It still took him a while to pick up his jaw from the floor.



“Tracy’s one of my three best friends!” I smiled wider. “There’s also Monica, who’s a year younger than the both of us, and there’s Jamie, who’s a year younger than Monica! We all were in that house, and we all have been turned into raging sex addicts. That’s why Tracy hooked up with her mom, and that’s why I don’t want to arrest you.” I quickly hunched over onto him and swallowed his cock for the third time tonight.



After he blew his load down my throat, I think he passed out from the shock of it all. Laying on the floor, I think he looked sexy. I think I’m falling in love with my kidnapper, and I don’t even know his name!



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When I woke up, I could see the sun shining through the curtains onto my stomach. By the way, I slept on his couch, completely naked, because that’s the way I like to sleep now.



When I stood up, I walked over to the window and looked out. I saw the beach, and I yawned and stretched my arms high above my head, bending back and stretching my spine as well.



Before I could drop my arms again, I was quickly embraced from behind and my tits were grabbed by the man who stole me last night. His boner was stiffer than ever and was poking me slightly between my asscheeks from behind me. I laughed at the delightful feeling so early in the morning.



“Do you really want to do it this early?” I teased as I cupped my hands over his, squeezing gently and letting his hands touch me more.



“I want to fuck your ass. Right here, right now. What do you say?” He whispered in my ear.



Bending over, I allowed him to spit on my dark tunnel for lubrication and line up his member. “You know, you didn’t have to ask. Next time, just say the word, and I will,” I informed him.



Hearing what I said, he wasted no time pushing past my outer ring and barely gave me enough time for my muscles to adjust to his size before he pulled out and pumped again. The house was quiet until he entered me. Now, my grunts and moans echo through the house as he fills me up with his pole.



Stumbling forward by the force of it all, my head pushes the curtains apart and my face mashes against the window. Opening my eyes, I see the beautiful view of the beach in front of me. Soon, however, I realize that my naked form is pressed against solid glass and any lucky voyeur would be able to look at my bouncing figure at any time. I try to back away, but this man has me pinned against the window, driving inside me like there’s no tomorrow.



Just to be clear, I’m not horny right now in any way. While we were living in that house, we were basically having sex constantly, whether we were horny or not. We knew we had to learn how to somewhat fake it for the pleasure of our guests, though, so we learned how to get wet on command and cum on command. Who knows, maybe I’ll unleash an orgasm on him soon!



He’ll never know what hit him!



Suddenly, I look down and see a twenty-something-looking guy walking along the beach, wearing nothing but a white tanktop and blue swimming trunks. As he walks near the window, I catch his eye and he turns his head to face me. He quickly grows wide-eyed and a smile forms upon his face. He looks left, then right, looking to see if the coast is clear. I look lower and see a boner begin to grow beneath his shorts. The man on the beach walks closer to the window, mesmerized by my naked body being fucked in the open.



I believe now’s the time to use the trick I’ve learned.



It takes me a while, and it helped when the man behind me shot his cum deep inside my behind, but I finally get my own pussy dripping without touching it. The man on the beach looks amazed at how horny he seemed to have made me, and he begins rubbing the crown of his cock through his trunks. I look behind me at my kidnapper and ask him to reach around me and rub my clit. He seems happy to do it.



Watching my clit get tickled by the man behind me, I can see a wet spot forming in the center of the beachgoer’s shorts. I help him along by bucking my hips against the window, the loud clapping sounds echo inside of the spacious living room, my juices splattering on the glass and dripping to the floor, able to be clearly seen from outside. I think he’s done for, so I let loose and cream all over the window, making sure my female liquids gleam in the bright sun as they make their way to the floor. When I open my eyes again, I see the beach man with his dick pulled out, bucking his own hips in midair, obviously cumming into some plants or something below the window.



Looking at the man on the beach, now satisfied with his morning jizz, for some reason I can’t help but remember being double-dicked by the two men in the closet, back when I first spent time in the house. The man behind me pulls his hand away, licking it, and I have to admit…



I miss living in that house!



With sweat rolling down my face, I slump back to the couch and flop down on my rear end, immediately regretting it as the pain kicks in. It always hurts to be fucked from behind, but the kinkiness of the experience is too much to decline. I always have loved to be fucked in the ass back in the house, and I usually had my backdoor filled a bit less than half the time.



“So…” sighs the man as he turns towards me, pulling up his sweatpants from last night. “What about that Tracy girl? Do you still want her to come over? I can go pick her up right now, if you want.”



Feeling the pain in my ass, but also feeling excited at my new exhibitionism, I ask him if I can ride along to give him directions. He agrees and walks over to the door, grabbing my robe from the coat rack and tossing it towards me. I slip it on and tie it tight, walking next to him out the door.



When he walks around and opens my car door like a gentleman, I cry on the inside and climb inside, looking over at the teeth marks I left on the head-rest of the driver’s seat. Laughing, he climbs in next to me and sticks the key in, revving the engine and rolling the windows back down. As he pulls out of his driveway, he presses a button and the top drops back down behind us. Driving down the road now, the wind blows in my face and I glance over at him, remembering all the ‘good times’ we actually did have in his house. Surprisingly, I think I could live there!



I give him the directions to Tracy’s house, but then I remember that she doesn’t know that we’re coming over! I hope she won’t mind!



After a long drive, we pull into Tracy’s driveway just before the car clock reads “11:38 a.m.”



We walk up to the door and I knock. He stands behind me and I can faintly hear “Door’s open!” being shouted from inside. It sounded like Tracy’s mom’s voice, too.



I open the door and the man behind me follows inside. Tracy’s front door leads directly into the family room, so I escort the man towards the living room, where Tracy is doing something unbelievable!



In the middle of the floor, I see Tracy and both her parents completely naked! Tracy is laying on her back. Her mother is kneeling above her face, and Tracy is licking her pussy below her! Her father has his cock deep inside Tracy’s twat, rubbing her clit and riding her like a bull!



Shouting out a warning, Tracy’s father pulls out and her mother leans forward. He strokes himself a couple times before shooting his cum up onto his wife’s forehead, letting it drip down to her lips. Tracy’s mom takes the exposed meat-stick in her mouth, sucking it until it’s dry before she pops it back out. He backs away and she drops her cum-coated face down to lick the freshly-pounded pussy of her daughter.



Standing off to the side, I can’t help but get wet from watching Tracy and her mother on the floor. The man behind me walks out from behind me and heads towards the lesbian show in the middle of the living room. Sitting near them, on the couch by the wall, the man pulls his hard cock out of his sweatpants and strokes himself to their show.



It doesn’t last long, especially when Tracy’s mom moans deep and lifts her head from Tracy’s snatch. Tracy drops her head and spreads her mother’s legs wide, letting a little stream of fluid squirt out, splattering on the couch between the man’s legs. He looks down and sees the older woman’s cream between his legs, losing the ability to continue. His pistoning hand speeds up, he growls like a tiger and his thick load bursts out and arcs in the air, heading towards Tracy and her mother like a catapult.



The sticky wad lands on her mom’s back, splattering and oozing down her spine, towards the crack of her ass. Tracy slaps her hands onto her mother’s back just in time to stop the flow of his cum, and then she rubs her hands all around, spreading the mess all over her back. The man on the couch, now drained of his bodily fluids, leans back and watches Tracy and her mom on the floor, slowly stroking himself back to full size.



Tracy’s mom moans and groans as Tracy spreads the cum up to her shoulders and down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks and licking her pussy again. Her mom than decides to finger her daughter as she licks her clit with even more vigor than before. Tracy moans and sticks her tongue far into her mother’s pink passage and they ride each other into a state of Armageddon. Shaking and rolling around together, their mutual climax provides a fantasy that I know’ll never leave my memory.



As they hug each other and calm down from their explosion, Tracy is the first to stand up and walk over to where I’m standing. Her mom stands up a minute or so later, walking out into the kitchen. As I stare at Tracy’s face, I can’t help but focus on the shimmer of her mother’s feminine juices smeared across her face from her fun. I reach up and rub my pointer finger across the juice, collecting some of it on my fingertip. As I pull it away from her face, however, Tracy grabs my hand and engulfs my finger, getting another taste of her mother’s essence.



Suddenly, I notice the man on the couch behind Tracy shoot off again, his useless wad rocketing onto the floor and soaking into the carpet.



“So, who’s your friend?” asked Tracy.



“He’s… uh…” I stutter, but then again, I really don’t know his name. I never asked.



“My name’s Andy,” he says as he pulls his sweatpants back up around his waist.



“Cool!” Tracy chimes, looking over at me. “How’d you meet him?”



Both Andy and I say the exact same thing just then, keeping the kidnapping a secret.



“It’s a long story.”



“Okay,” Tracy raises her eyebrow with suspicion. “Now I know you two are hiding something!” She laughs. “Never mind, Heather. I don’t really care! But, what are you two doing over here in the first place?”



I spoke up without missing a beat.



“We want to know if you won’t mind spending a few days with us back at his beach house?”



“Plenty of food, a spare bed, and a breath-taking view of the ocean. How does that sound?” Finally, Andy joined the conversation.



“And he means breath-taking!” I laugh and so does Andy.



“It sounds great,” Tracy agrees, “but I can’t go.”



“Why not?” Andy and I harmonize again.



“Because,” Tracy smirks, bending over and pulling my belt off, “I’m having too much fun with my parents!” My robe drifts apart and my tits make their entrance.



Suddenly, Tracy’s father walks in from another room and takes her from behind, fucking her right in front of me. Tracy seemed to know what was going to happen all along, and she moans and grabs my shoulders for support, taking my exposed right nipple in her mouth. I can tell that this is going to be a weird experience, but I sink to the floor anyway and join her and her father in the forbidden threesome she must have wanted from the start.



As I finish sitting on the floor, Tracy ends up in doggy-style with my nipple still poking between her lips. Her father is still driving inside her and has also began to rub the perimeter of Tracy’s ass with his thumb. The vibrations on my breast from her moaning tells me that Tracy is enjoying the intimate attention from her father, and I help out as well. Reaching under her body with both my hands, I grab her melons and massage them like bread, heightening the eroticism for Tracy. Her arms give way and her previous sucking gives her fall a loud popping sound as her face drops onto my lap. I decide to lean back and spread my legs, giving Tracy a chance to feast on my dripping womanhood, if she wants to.



Tracy lifted her head and gazed into my moist tunnel, looking back at her father as if to say: “Aren’t you gonna watch, daddy?”



Turning back and staring deep into my wet, needy sex, Tracy applied her mouth to my pussy and I quickly realized that this is Tracy’s first time ever eating me. Usually she licks Jamie’s or Monica’s minge, or more recently her mom’s, but I’ve never been tongued by Tracy until now!



Weird, right?



Aside from that, Tracy is doing a fantastic job on me. I glance up at her dad and he can’t keep his eyes off the back of Tracy’s bobbing head as she licks me. His hips pump harder into his daughter’s horny twat and it looks like he pushed his thumb as far into Tracy’s ass as it can go, fucking her ass with it. Tracy reaches up and grabs my tits with both of her hands, flicking her own thumbs across my rock-hard nipples. Tracy’s dad pulls out of her and yanks his thumb from her behind, crawling over next to us to get a better look, stroking himself to the sight of his daughter licking my pussy with such talent.



I think I saw Tracy’s mom walk by the doorway to the kitchen across from us and look in here for a quick second before she walked past, still naked from before. Suddenly backing up and giving us a double-take, most likely noticing Tracy’s two unattended netherholes, she hurried to run towards us and kneel down behind Tracy. Shoving a few fingers into Tracy’s unsatisfied quim, she does the unthinkable and uses her tongue on Tracy’s puckered hole.



Exhaling her hot breath on my soaking lips, Tracy seems to love this newly-acquired stimulation and she raises her mouth to dart her tongue over my plump clit a few times. Tracy’s father beside us lets loose and growls out as his load of cum shoots out at us, slapping against Tracy’s cheek and dripping down onto my mound. Tracy licks up his seed from my lower lips, eventually tracing the liquid back to its source and giving her beloved dad a pornstar-esque blowjob as her mother continues to pleasure her from behind.



Horny and alone, I look around for Andy and see him still sitting on the couch stroking his dark-red cock, threatening to explode again any second. Grasping my pussy lips and tugging them apart into a wide “O,” I invite Andy down for a much-needed treat. However, before I could even let go of my lower lips, Andy was hovering over me, pumping away, grabbing my arms and pinning them to the carpet as he gave me what I desperately needed.



Through my squinted eyes, I noticed Tracy’s bobbing head and then her mother’s bobbing head behind her, both heads knocking to the same beat. Tracy’s dad had pulled Tracy’s arms behind her back and above her head, restricting her movement as her mouth sucked him down, but very nicely showing off her tits to me. Andy grunted and his grip lightened up, his member inside me ejecting his hot, sticky wad deep in my bowels.



I look over again and see Tracy’s dad pulling Tracy up into a kneeling position, forcing her mother behind her to follow down and under her. His dick pops out of her mouth, and I doubt that the image of his large, hairy member will ever leave my mind. Grabbing himself and rubbing hard, he fires off a strong shot of white hot cum into the valley between Tracy’s bobbing breasts, a shiny, white river running down to her naval. A weaker shot is fired, hitting the exact center of her chest and merging with the earlier stream, but Tracy catches the dripping love-juice and brings it up to her mouth, licking it like candy.



As her father shoots his cum onto her stomach again, she scoops up some with her finger and reaches behind her back.



“Mom,” is the only word Tracy says and her mother’s ass-licking immediately ceases for the moment, lifting her head to draw Tracy’s glimmering finger into her mouth using only her slimy tongue. Watching this, I can’t seem to hold back my orgasm any longer and I buck and moan and tremor, accidentally getting everyone’s attention in the process.



Clutching the carpet with both of my hands, I quickly feel a different pair of hands grab my legs and pry them apart as my hips begin to levitate above the ground. Feeling my clit being gently gnawed by somebody’s teeth, my heels become implanted in the carpet as I shove my pelvis into the foreign face between my thighs.



It feels like forever before I calm down from such a tremendous climax, but once I do, I smile and my eyes begin to water. Never before have I experienced an orgasm so outrageously blood-bursting, so bone-breakingly terrifying, that I start to worry about my own well-being afterwards. It is a fear that I would love to feel again, if ever given the chance.



Sitting up on the floor, I notice Tracy’s mom kneeling between my parted legs, which means that she was the one who bit my clit. Drooping my head down, exhausted from what just happened, I set my eyes upon the trailing stream between the older woman’s legs, proof of her excitement.



I think she saw me looking, though.



Standing up, Tracy’s mother walks over to a small table sitting beside the couch that Andy has again decided to sit down on. Grabbing what I assume is the television remote, she plops down beside Andy on the couch and slowly peels her own gooey legs apart, taking the remote and inserting it inside her glossy pink tunnel, shouting in welcome relief. Tracy’s father stands up and explains to us about how much he would love to stay and watch, but he has an important business meeting to plan for. He forces himself out of the room with another boner, back and bigger than ever.



Andy is staring directly at the lewd ministrations of the sexy woman sitting next to him. I can see the muscles in his neck tighten, letting me know just how bad he wants to help her out. She spreads her legs wider, resting her left leg on top of Andy’s right leg, signaling that she accepts his offer. Andy reaches over and rubs her mons with two fingers, slowly dropping lower and lower. With one finger he jiggles the top of her lips, where they both meet, and then he drops even lower, just grazing his rough fingerprint along the soft flesh of her clit.

Her screams become much louder, able to be heard all throughout the house. She fucks herself faster and faster, eventually yanking the remote from within herself and throwing it at the wall across the room as her pussy squirts far out onto the carpet, soaking in and leaving a dark spot. Grabbing her legs and keeping them apart as her orgasm reaches its true peak, her sexual liquids rush out once more, landing just an inch ahead of the previous blast.



After that, her cum simply begins to seep down into the lower crack of her ass, down even farther into the fabric of the couch. Her voice quiets down, and she drowsily stands up, smiling and talking to herself about “a nice hot shower to relax from so much delightful sex.”



I look over at Tracy and think to myself, and I believe that she hasn’t had an orgasm yet. Her mom may have started, but never finished, and I start to feel bad for her. Unfortunately, even though I want to help her achieve climax, I’m too tired from my own. Andy also looks beat from all the sex this morning. Standing up, I walk over towards the kitchen and peek my head through the doorway, looking for the clock that I know is in here, somewhere.



Right beside the fridge, just like I remember.



1:03 p.m.



Looking back behind me, I see Andy pulling his sweatpants up his legs and looking around for a dry spot on the couch to sit again. Tracy is gone, and Andy tells me that she went into another room in the house. I asked him “which room,” but he didn’t know. Standing up again, Andy asks me if I want to go back to his place, but I tell him that there’s one more person I want him to meet.



Jamie.



Slipping my robe back on, we walk out to his car, yelling our goodbyes to everybody. We hop into the car, pulling out of the driveway and driving off.



Heading down the road, I give Andy the directions to Jamie’s house. I sigh and remind myself of what just happened. I know that my time at Tracy’s house will be something I remember forever. I look over at Andy’s face, and his wide smile says it all. He’ll never forget it, either.



In no time at all, we arrive at Jamie’s house, and Andy pulls the car into the driveway. Walking up to the door, I look back at Andy and he rushes past me. Hastily tapping the door knocker, he looks excited to see what Jamie has to offer. I understand, though. We both had an amazing time with Tracy (and her family), so he must want to see what Jamie has to offer.



Andy is frightened away by something, and he whispers into my ear. “Someone’s coming.”



The door opens.



Jamie greets me from within, wearing the same robe that she left the house in. It seems like she never changed into something better. Standing on her toes, Jamie looks behind me with a curious expression on her face.



“Come on in,” she smiles as she sinks back to the floor, moving aside for us to walk past her. “Who’s your friend?”



“I’m Andy,” he says as we walk into Jamie’s house. “I’m Hannah’s friend.”



“My name’s Heather!” I blurt out, without realizing just how loud my voice is in the quiet house. I clear my voice and try to keep my volume down. “Jamie, why… where are your parents? Why are you alone?”



“My parents went to work an hour ago, and…”



“Damn!” Andy shouts, turning around and attempting to storm back out. I reach out and grab his shoulder, turning him around again.



“We didn’t come here for that, you know!” I yell at him, trying to be polite, but quickly realizing that we’ve interrupted Jamie’s story. “I’m sorry, Jamie. You were saying?”



“Did something happen? What do my parents have to do with it?” asked Jamie.



“Did you also fuck your parents?” The words came out of Andy like vomit, unstoppable until the deed is done.



“What?” Jamie looked shocked. “I would never…”



“Don’t worry about him, Jamie,” I explained. “He’s just a little tired, that’s all.”



“Who would ever think about something disgusting like that? Anyway, I’ve been home alone for a while now, but I’ve been bored as hell ever since we got out of the house. Heather, I know it’s going to sound stupid coming from me, but I think I really miss being in that house! Too bad we can never go back again, though.” Jamie looked down and her frown was obvious.



“What is your deal with this house I keep hearing about?” Andy asked. “Why can’t you go back?”



“It’s a long story,” I explain, to hide the real details.



“I’ve got time!” Andy wasn’t about to let this go.



“Not THAT much…” I tried to keep it a secret, but Jamie placed her hand on my mouth to stop me.



“I think I know why he wants us to tell him the whole truth.” Jamie suddenly got a serious look on her face. “You mentioned the house to him, didn’t you? You don’t have to hide it. He seems like the kind to tell everyone the little bit he does know if we don’t give him the whole story now. So, Heather, answer me this: Would you rather have him tell the world about what little he does know, or would you rather tell him the whole story now, if it means the secret will be kept?”



“This is a whole different side to you, Jamie.” I was beginning to feel sympathetic for some reason, but she had a point. If we don’t tell him the truth, he’ll just tell everyone about what he just saw. What I did to him last night, what Tracy did this morning, everything would be publicized!



I don’t want that!



“Okay!” I scream. “We’ll tell you!”



“Yes!” Andy jumps for joy, laughing like an excited little kid.



“Jamie? Would you care to tell him?” I didn’t want to tell the story, because it would’ve been too embarrassing.



“Why me?” Jamie reasoned. “You were the first to enter the house in the first place. And, to be honest, you never told any of us what happened to you for those first two days! Time to confess, Heather.”



Embarrassed could never describe what I was feeling right now. More like… complete humiliation!



“Well, I… uh…” My teeth chatter a bit. “I guess it all started when Jamie, Tracy, and Monica all dared me to…”



“Monica?” Andy interrupted.



“She’s another one of Heather’s friends,” Jamie explained. “Now, shut up and let her get back to the story.”



All eyes were on me to finish my story.



“Anyway,” I continue, “they all dared me to spend two nights and one day inside. As long as I can remember, everyone had heard stories about the haunted McCroy house. Hearing strange noises coming from within, seeing weird things happening in the window. Everyone knew the rumors, but nobody had ever stepped inside until I came along.”



“When I took my first step into the McCroy’s abandoned house, it was kinda disgusting-looking. Dirty, dusty, and full of strange things. However, once I took my first few steps into the house, everyone else slammed the door behind me and drilled it shut. I had no way to escape, and I was afraid for my life. They all just laughed and walked away, leaving me alone and scared stiff.”



“Sorry about that.” Jamie apologized. “We didn’t know.”



“It got better, though.” I kept the story going and explained every detail that I remembered. I told them about the mirrors and the jacuzzi. I even told them about what Mary was like when I first met her! I explained exactly how Mary trapped me inside her room and screamed at me when I didn’t agree to fulfill the prophecy right away. I had explained about meeting Kyle in the pitch-black room and I had fun telling them about the game we played, Who First. Andy wanted to play Who First with Jamie and I, but I got out of it by insisting that you needed an even number of people to play.



I had even explained about when I had tricked Jamie, Tracy, and Monica inside the house as well and sealed them inside with me. Luckily, Jamie was nice enough to take over for me and explain the rest of the story. Jamie told Andy about when I first told her, about how she had fought at the front door to escape. She explained how I tried to get everyone to do something they would’ve never agreed to, otherwise. She told Andy about how they had punished me at first, using Mary and Kyle as pawns in my punishment. However, she did got off-topic and explain how she first felt about joining us on the bed for her first lesbian experience, training for the upcoming party. Andy’s cock had since become a spike in his sweatpants. Jamie eventually included something I was wondering about, which was the details of what exactly happened as her and Tracy were in the shower together while I was with Monica, downstairs.



She explained it in outstanding detail, describing every part of the entire event!



I looked down at Andy’s sweatpants and noticed a big, dark, wet spot forming above the head of his rock-hard rod. I wanted to yank it out and give it a deep, sloppy kiss so badly, but I knew Jamie’s story was more important. To tell the truth, I was wet between my legs myself, but I wanted to try to hold out for a bit longer, to hear the end of her story.



“And then, after we learned you and Monica broke the dial on the shower, we…”



Okay, it was getting a bit boring, just listening to the entire thing again, in more detail than necessary.



“Then I heard Mary announce the start of the party, and I hurried to run downstairs so I could meet the guests.” Jamie took forever with the story, but she finally got to the good part.



“…”



“…”



“…”



“…and then I grabbed Heather’s hand and dragged her into the bedroom behind us.”



I remember that! At the time, I had thought that she was someone from the crowd, about to force me to have sex. I was surprised when I looked at Jamie after she threw me onto the bed.



Good times. Good times.



The story got better and better after that, but she kept getting off-topic and making all of us horny with the side-stories. I tried to stay dry down there, but her stories were so…



Of course!!! Oh, why didn’t I realize that before?



Jamie doesn’t care about the story anymore! She’s getting off-topic on purpose! Like she said, she misses the house! Since she’s been bored ever since she left, she probably wants to have sex with a stranger, just like she did back in the house! Oh, wow, I can’t believe I never thought of that until just now!



I look back down at the peak of Andy’s sweatpants, and the wet patch has made parts of the fabric see-through. I can see a hint of his purple head through his sweatpants, and I reach over to it. Petting the crown of his cock, he looks over into my eyes and Jamie stops telling the story, looking at me as well. Staring into Andy’s eyes as well, I reach up and slip my fingers below the waistband, sliding his sweatpants down far enough to let his dick make an entrance. Cum is leaking down his shaft towards his balls, but I grab his meat and stroke up and down, rubbing his own cream into himself.



Jamie is looking at Andy’s cock the whole time. I glance over into the cave between her legs created by her robe and I can see the shine of her wetness trailing down her thighs. With my other hand, I tug off my robe’s belt and flip open the sides, revealing my horny nakedness to the open air. With my robe open, and one hand masturbating Andy, I use my free hand to masturbate myself, in full view of Jamie.



She smiles at me, and I know I’ve done the right thing.



Shucking open her own robe, she spreads her legs and we watch as her pussy lips blossom open for us. Her right hand drops down and she teases her clit with her middle finger, shaking it and rubbing circles around it. Andy looks confused, trying to focus on two masturbating women at once. Finally, my handjob brings him to the point of explosion, and a big shot of cum hits the floor. Jamie whines and quickly stands up, running over to Andy before he shoots off again. She takes Andy’s cockhead in her mouth and her cheeks suck inward. Andy growls loudly and grabs Jamie’s head, yanking her hair at its roots and letting her suck him dry.



As Andy calms down, I encourage Jamie to join me in a show just for him, and she undoubtedly agrees. I lay back down on the ground, telling Jamie to straddle my face.



Andy’s eyes are as big as saucers as he stares at two girls 69′ing in front of him. However, this shouldn’t be all that different compared to Tracy’s house, but I don’t let that bother me. Jamie’s tongue is inside me, and my fingers are teasing her fuckhole as I lick her clit. Her dripping juices are all over my face, and she’s licked most of my liquids up, but I’m not worried. I’ve heard her gargling on Tracy’s juices a few times before, for the amusement of one of the male guests.



Jamie shivers in lust above me, and I want to give something a try. It’s something I’ve seen done before, but I’ve never wanted to do it until now.



I stop teasing Jamie’s pussy and I pull my body between her legs, behind her. It forces her to stop eating me for now, but I know I only have a short time before Jamie’s rising orgasm backs off, so I have to work quickly.



Kneeling behind Jamie now, with my pussy still dripping onto the floor below me, I get ready for something I’ve never done before. To pull it off, I do two things at once.



First, I plunge two fingers of each hand as deep as possible inside Jamie’s pink tunnel.



Secondly, I shove my tongue far into her ass.



Bingo! The trigger is pulled, and Jamie’s floodgates open wide!



My fingers are drowned by a quick rush of Jamie’s female secretions, and then another quick burst when I don’t expect it. I drop my mouth and suck as much as I can into my mouth, but it comes at me too fast, a tsunami of sexual intensity.



Who knew that watching Tracy’s nympho mom would help me out later?



Once Jamie finally dropped down onto her stomach, exhausted from my kinky tongue-action, I crawl around to her front and spread my legs in front of her. It seems like she is using the last of her strength to push herself forward just far enough to rest her head above my hips. Her tongue slips out and returns inside me. Laying back onto the floor, grabbing my tits at the same time, I stare up at Andy with a needy look on my face. He glances down, into my eyes (surprisingly), and he drops down to me. His lips meet mine in an upside-down kiss, and his hands replace mine on my breasts.



Andy rubs and pinches my nipples, staring up at Jamie as she slowly, ever-so-slowly licks my crying pussy. I tilt my head slightly and I see his hard cock swinging under his body really close to my face. My mouth starts watering and saliva drips out of my mouth and down the side of my cheek to my ear. Jamie targets my clit next and her hand comes up to push a finger into me, teasing my tunnel from within.



The attention towards me is getting to me. My pussy is twitching and I feel a warm sensation deep in my bowels. I know I am about to orgasm soon.



Andy groans, and quickly kneels back up. His dick suddenly sprays my face with his cum before he can redirect it towards anything else. Apparently a guy doesn’t need physical stimulation to reach his breaking point. I just open my mouth and allow him to shoot off the rest into my throat, then I joyfully swallow his thick load. His fingers begin to repeatedly pinch my nipples and the added pain makes my pussy quake and spill out all over Jamie’s mouth and fingers. I can feel my body vibrating, and Andy finally begins to get soft above me.



Andy tumbles back and sits on the floor above my head while Jamie licks all around my pussy, cleaning up after herself and me. I just reach down and stroke my hand through her hair, letting her know that I appreciate everything that just happened.



Cleaned up and satisfied, I stand up and help Jamie up off the floor. We kiss one final time, and I also wipe her face clean of my own juices, tasting my fingers. Looking back, Andy has moved back up to the couch, sitting and looking at us with a huge smile on his face. Jamie’s expression quickly turns from happiness to pensive.



“You guys have to leave soon, don’t you?” Jamie asked, sulking.



“No,” I commented. “We don’t have to leave now, but we do want to visit Monica before the day ends.”



“Monica?” Jamie looked confused. “I haven’t heard from her ever since we left last night. Is she alright?”



“I don’t know,” I answered. “That’s why we’re going to visit her, to see if everything’s okay.”



“Okay,” Jamie smiled. “Are you still going to stay here for a while and keep me company, though?”



“Of course!” I assured her.



And for almost three hours, Andy and I talked with Jamie about what we’ve been doing the whole time and what we might do later on. We even told her about Andy’s kidnapping me, and what happened afterwards, which caused us all to get horny again! Jamie was aching for some tongue action from me this time.



Walking out the door after we got dressed, we waved Jamie goodbye, and we hopped into Andy’s car.



“So, where to next?” asked Andy as he revved the engine. The car pulled away from Jamie’s house and the car sat idle as Andy stared at me.



Well, he stared at my chest, but I knew he was waiting for my answer.



“Do you wanna see my friend Monica?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.



“Yeah!” Andy laughed. “What are we waiting for?”



He clutched the wheel tightly and I pointed him in the direction of Monica’s house. We pulled all the way out of Jamie’s driveway and started down the road.



I just hope she doesn’t mind a surprise visit.



- – -



Arriving at Monica’s house, we pulled into the driveway and I noticed that all of her lights were off inside. Getting out of the car, Andy and I both looked at each other in confusion.



Getting out of the car, Andy looked at me and asked “Should we still go in here? She’s not even home.”



“Just come on,” I told him, and I walked up to the door.



Turning the knob and realizing the door was unlocked, we walked inside and found ourselves in Monica’s living room. Though I’ve been here many times, it’s way different when it’s dark. Andy and I simply stood side-by-side quietly for a few seconds before Andy’s comment broke the calm silence.



“Do you hear that?”



Holding my breath, I tried to listen in on any sounds that Andy could’ve heard that I had missed before. After a few minutes, though, I realized what he heard.



It was a girl’s moaning, and if I remember her house correctly, it was coming from her basement!



I grabbed Andy’s hand and led him across the living room to the hallway nearby, and I felt around for the doorknob on the wall that I knew went straight into the basement. As I opened the door and stared down the long set of stairs, we both noticed a faint glow coming from around the corner where the stairs turned left into the room.



Andy and I descended the stairs quietly, hoping that none of the stairs squeaked or creaked as to give away our presence.



As the yellow glow got brighter and I turned the corner, with Andy’s head on my shoulder for him to see as well, we noticed the line of candles that created the glow that drew us down here.



Though I have to admit, I’ve never been in Monica’s basement before. It looked like just an empty room that was carpeted and had a queen-sized mattress set in the exact center of the room. It smelled of cinnamon air freshener as well.



Laying on the bed next to one another was Monica and a slightly younger girl that I’ve never seen before. They were kissing an moaning through each other’s lips.



Oh I forgot to mention: they were both completely naked.



Monica reached over and grabbed one of the candles from the line and knelt above the younger girl, tipping the candle slightly so the melted wax dripped down and drizzled across her full breasts. The girl immediately yelped at the painful heat, but soon had a smile across her face and surprisingly begged Monica for more.



He wish was granted as Monica used the candle to create a line of melted wax down between her breasts to her stomach, and then to the side until it went down one leg. Retracing the line and changing direction, the melted wax was dropped down onto her other leg also.

Author’s Note: This story contains group sex, and both female and male bisexual sex.



I’d like to thank my editor, 69writer, for his expert editing and advice.



This chapter can be read on its own, but you will have a much better understanding of the story and characters if you first read chapters 1, 2, 3, & 4.








This is the finial chapter for this little novelette. Enjoy! Feedback is welcome.



- The Orgy -



A date for the orgy was set, and Marie and Jen started planing the sex party. Jen couldn’t wait to invite Trish, Ellen, Steve and John. She wanted to tell Trish and Ellen in person, so she invited herself down to Ellen’s for a three-way with the girls; that wasn’t hard to do, all any of the three had to do was send a text, “I’m horny for your pussy,” and the three got together. Jen loved being a slut and having slutty friends.



While all three girls were hot, excited and busy munching on pussy, Jen popped the surprise. She lifted her face out of Ellen’s cunt and said, “I got us invited to an orgy next Saturday.” She said it with such glee, she couldn’t help but giggle uncontrollably as she tried to resume eating Ellen.



“What? Where? Why? How?” the other girls said a little shocked, their pussy eating interrupted with this news. “Will there be guys there?” Ellen asked in a interested tone, she hadn’t had cock in a while, she’s been lusting for one lately. She never got around to seducing her male roommate, thinking it might complicate things around the apartment if the sex didn’t work out.



Trish said, “I’ve never been to an orgy, I don’t know if I’m up for that.” She was happy with the all-girl threesome, she had her boyfriend at home for cock.



Ellen said, “I’m in, I could use a big stiff cock in my pussy right about now. Come on Trish, it will be fun.”



Trish, ever the follower agreed. Excited, the girls resumed their lovemaking with new intensity.



Steve was an easy sell, it was his idea to have Jen seduce Chet and his wife after all. John asked a lot of questions, until both Steve and Jen just looked at him and said, “Really John! Like you have to think about it?” Steve added, “New pussy, many pussies in one night, what’s not to like John?”



“Yes of course, what was I thinking,” John finally came to his senses and replied.



Marie and Chet invited four of their swinging friends, but only Paul and Ann could make it, the other couple would be out of town.



Friday came and Marie started getting ready to host her first orgy. She had hired a house cleaner to come in Friday morning to make sure the house was spotless, she didn’t want to be bothered with that chore. After the cleaner left, she rearranged the living room furniture, pushing couches and chairs against the walls and moving coffee tables out of the way, creating a large space in the center. She wanted to keep the beds in the two bedrooms as options for some activity, but she hoped most of the orgy would take place in the living room, so everyone could watch as well as participate. She ordered three queen size mattresses and had the mattresses delivered Friday; she would put them on the floor in the center of then living room, and they would be the stage. She decided to have food catered in, she didn’t want to tire herself out with that either.



She called a local cafe she liked to do business with, she knew the owner. “Joan, I’m having nine people over for a small party Saturday, can you come up with some food? Nothing elaborate, some finger food, dips, some nice stuff, but nothing I need to worry about keeping warm, I don’t want to do too much work.” The cafe was to drop off the food at 4:00 PM, the orgy started at 5:00.



Saturday morning Chet and Marie awoke and they both felt super horny with anticipation of the evening’s event, but Marie would not let Chet do anything to relieve his lust. “Save it dear. Tonight will be here soon enough, go for a hike or something, and take your mind off it. I am going shopping for a sexy outfit and then I’m getting my hair done and a massage, so I’ll see you later. The food arrives at 4:00, please be here; and take the food at the door, don’t let them in and see the mattresses on the floor, what would they think?” she said smiling.



Chet decided to get out of the house, a hike in the woods on a nice autumn day seemed like great idea, and he could use the fresh air.



Marie had brunch with her friend Audrey, a lover of hers on the side. Audrey’s husband didn’t want to swing, so they weren’t invited to the orgy; but Marie wanted Audrey to go shopping with her and help her pick out an outfit for tonight. Over brunch Marie told her friend all about Jenifer and the three-way Chet and she were having with this pretty young student. Audrey was jealous, not that Marie was with another women, but that she couldn’t join in because of her prudish husband. As Marie told Audrey of their many threesome adventures with Jen, in sorted detail, Marie was getting hornier by the minute, but there would no sex until later she told herself. She planned the day so it would be full of lust, she wanted tonight to be special and she wanted to get into a sexual high even before the party started.



After brunch, the two friends went to an adult shop that sold lingerie, as well as toys and adult movies. Marie tried on various teddies, baby dolls and chemises. With each outfit she tried on, she got more sexually charged. Audrey was getting horny too as she watched her friend come out and show off the barely there outfits.



Finally, Audrey came into the dressing room with Marie and said, “I know you can’t do anything, but I’m about to explode, I need to get off now.” With that, she lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, sat on the bench and started masturbating in from of Marie.



Marie said, “I can’t come yet, but there’s no reason I can’t help a friend,” as she knelt down and buried her tongue in Audrey’s pussy. It didn’t take long before Audrey was having an orgasm in Marie’s face right there in the dressing room of the adult lingerie shop. Marie was so wet, good thing she had panties on while trying on the lingerie; otherwise, she would have had to buy them all after wetting the crotches of every outfit.



Marie settled on a chemise. It was named Naughty Fishnet Chemise. It was black, the front and back was entirely shear fishnet and see through, her breasts and ass would be on display. The side panels were black shear silky material but not completely see through. The black panties that came with it were only a small triangle patch of shear material in front and string up the back. This chemise, along with a pair of black high heels would complete the look. Marie would be greeting her guests in this outfit. If this chemise didn’t get her guest’s juices flowing and dicks a growing when they walked in the door, nothing would.



After shopping the two friends went for their massages at the local spa. Marie got the full treatment; she got her hair washed, her scalp massaged, mud bath, nails, aroma therapy, and then a special sexy mood setting massage meant just for lovers to help set the mood for a romantic evening. Marie didn’t really need any more mood setting, but she booked the massage a few days ago, so she kept it. During the massage, even though there was no genital touching, Marie had two mini orgasms; she tried to hold off, but she just couldn’t help herself. She at least kept them somewhat in control, but the female masseuse could tell, and said, “Oh, you’re on fire girl.”



Marie made it home by 4:30. The cafe had brought the food, and Chet was busy in the kitchen arranging the food and setting up the bar with booze. Marie said to Chet, “I’m so hot and horny I could just orgasm standing here with no one touching me. I need a cold shower, fix me a drink.” Marie went to shower and freshen up one last time before the guests were to arrive.



She came out in the fishnet chemise and heels, Chet just about blew a load in his pants when he saw her. The outfit left nothing to the imagination, her tits were right out there, visible through the shear fishnet. Her crotch was barely covered. She turned around and her ass was completely on display. She looked hot, porn star hot, Chet thought. But, maybe it was too much to start the party with, he thought. Then he said to his sexy wife, “You look hot as hell honey, but, are you sure you want to start with that?”



Marie looked at him, tilting her head forward and down, but her eyes up, as if she was peering over glasses, her shoulders slightly shrugged. “We’re having an orgy Chet, everyone coming knows that, we’ll all be naked before long anyway, don’t be ridiculous.” Chet agreed with her, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his wife in that hot outfit as he handed her the drink he made for her.



At about 5:15, there was a knock at the door. Steve and John were the first to arrive. Marie wanted to greet everyone in her outfit, so she told Chet she would be getting the door, to stay in the kitchen. Marie opened the door with a smile, her hips were cocked to one side with one hand on them, and she extended her other hand in a pose that suggested ‘cum hither’. With that pose she welcomed the two guys in to her home. She had not met Steve or John before so they exchanged names and Marie extending her hand palms down, Steve took her hand and kissed it.



“Perfect,” purred Marie. John mimicked Steve, albeit more awkwardly. John had hoped Jen would have arrived before him. He felt better in social situations if he knew people, he wasn’t good at small talk. Steve however, was good at small talk and had no problem chatting up Marie as they followed her into the kitchen to meet Chet.



The two guys couldn’t take their eyes off Marie’s ass showing through that see through material as she led the way. Marie introduced Chet and the four of them chatted getting to know one another a little.



Marie was sizing Steve up, she was wondering what was under those cloths of his, she couldn’t wait to see. John was nice too, but Steve was hotter Marie thought, as she stared at Steve and purred.



5:30, another knock on the door. Jen, Trish and Ellen arrived. They made a pact to arrive together, and Jen was the only one of the three not nervous. Marie, again answered the door to greet her guests. The eyes on all three girls went wide and their mouths opened as Marie opened the door in her barely there outfit. Jen smiled big and rushed in to hug and kiss her lover, she gave her a long sloppy kiss and felt her breasts up through the fishnet. The other girls hadn’t met Marie yet so they just smiled and stood back waiting. Marie hugged Trish and Ellen, welcoming them into her arms and smashing her almost bare breasts into them.



Marie said to the girls, “Welcome, my pussy is your pussy. Jen has told me so much about you two, I can’t wait to taste you both.” The girls smiling and giggling, followed Marie into the kitchen to meet Chet. He extended his hand and welcomed the girls in, he was especially attracted to Trish.



Neither Steve nor John had met Trish or Ellen before, although they certainly heard a lot about them from Jen. John and Trish seemed to hit it off right away, they were both a little shy when it came right down to it.



Marie heard another knock, the last of the guests would be at the door. Marie went and fetched Paul and Ann. Paul, his wife Ann, Chet and Marie had been swingers for the past few years, and Marie explained this to the other guests when she brought them into the kitchen to meet the rest of the orgy party. Paul was tall, lean, a runner; he had ash hair and blue gray eyes. He was a good looking guy, and Steve was sizing him up, wondering if he might be Bi. Ann, was a brunette, brown eyes, she was about 5’5, nice figure, and large breasts with a nice ass. She was not as thin as Paul, she worked out at the gym so she wasn’t too soft, but she had full hips to go with her big breasts. Her waist was thin, so she had a nice hour glass shape. Paul and Ann were in their early thirties, that made them the oldest of the group.



Marie had called Ann from the lingerie shop to tell her about the chemise she just purchased and that she would be wearing it tonight. She asked Ann to wear something sexy too, she didn’t want to be the only one in lingerie at the beginning of the party. Ann came in with an overcoat on, after the introductions in the kitchen were complete, she removed her overcoat. Ann wore a red two piece open cup baby doll lingerie set, which was completely open at her breasts. The material cupped under her breasts but was open above so Ann’s breasts were on full display. The baby doll was short, it came to just above her hip bone. The bottom piece was a completely see through shear string bikini panties. Ann’s beaver was also on display.



Marie and Ann were dressed for sex. Jen, Trish and Ellen complained, in good fun, that they were overdressed. They wore sexy short dresses, but nothing like the lingerie the other two women were wearing.



“Well, we can fix that,” Jen said and pulled her dress off over her head. She was left in a very skimpy, blue lacy bra and panties, she now felt dressed for the occasion. Ellen was next to pull her dress off, she had on a red lacy bra and panty set. Trish now felt like the odd one out so she pulled her dress off, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was now the most naked girl with only panties on. Now she felt under dressed, but decided to own the look, and arched her back pushing her chest out with a come and ‘get these tits’ look.



The guys were smiling and gawking at the barely dressed ladies. Marie didn’t want to jump right into sex, as she planned a party as well as sex, she wanted things to progress slowly. She now worried that with all the undressing being done by the girls, things would start too soon. She thought maybe greeting her guests in lingerie was not the best idea after all. She announced to the boys, “Enjoy the view boys, but we are having drinks and appetizers before anything gets started, so cool your jets.”



With that, Chet made a round of drinks for everyone and they stayed in the kitchen drinking and noshing on the food Marie had catered. Marie was telling the other ladies about her day, how she went down on Audrey in the dressing room and had two orgasms while being massaged. Jen told the group of ladies how she woke up dreaming of tonight with her finger in her pussy. Trish and Ellen had spent last night together, they had a standing date night every Friday, so Ellen told of their lusty evening spent in a 69 position. Ann’s sexy story had to do with a new coworker, and how she seduced her in her office.



The guys were talking guy talk, sports and such, trying to keep a lid on their libidos as they kept looking at the girls bonding half naked on the other side of the room.



Another couple of rounds of drinks and everyone was feeling loose. The girls were getting horny hanging around almost naked and talking sex. Jen, taking charge as always, started playing with Ann’s nipples, tweaking them and getting them hard, they stood out long and proud. Jen, then sucked Ann’s long nipples and slipped a hand into her shear panties playing with her clit. Marie saw this and moved in between Jen and Ann. “Not too fast ladies, we have all night.” Jen smiled and reached for Marie’s nipples through her fishnet top, tweaking them, getting them hard and standing at attention.



Marie was getting hot, even though she wanted the party to slowly evolve into an orgy, she sensed the crowd was getting too hot to handle. She announced, “It’s time to move into the living room.”



Marie had a quick thought of how to slow things down. Marie ordered everyone to take a seat on a chair or couch and face the mattresses on the floor.



“Truth or Dare,” she proclaimed. “The rules are: the person who is “it” picks truth or dare for the recipient, the recipient doesn’t choose. If the recipient fails to answer a truth question, they must perform two dares. I’ll start.” Marie went to the middle of the floor and performed a few sexy poses showing off her new lingerie. “Steve, truth, how sexy do I look in this?” she smiled.



Steve was grinning and said, “Does this answer your question?” As he pulled out his 7 inch, thick cock, it was fully erect as he waved it at Marie. Everyone laughed, and Marie purred, she was hot for Steve, now that she knew he had a big thick cock, her twat tingled and leaked a little more. Steve reluctantly put his cock back in his pants, he had enough sense to know Marie wanted to stretch out the fun longer than one truth question.



Now it was Steve’s turn; “Trish, dare,” sensing Trish was the shyest of the girls, he wanted to tease her and bring her out. Marie was still in the center of the stage of mattresses. “Stick your tongue in Marie’s ass hole and hold it for 60 seconds.” Trish smiled and said, “Oh man, why me?” She was a good sport, so she crawled onto the mattresses and up to Marie who was more than eager to have a tongue in her ass. Marie got on her knees and bent over with her head down and her ass in the air. Trish moved the string of the bikini bottom running up Marie’s ass aside and parted Marie’s cheeks and planted her tongue in her hole. Everyone started counting down from 60. When the 60 seconds were up, Trish removed her tongue and planted a kiss on Marie’s bung hole. She returned to her seat, while everyone began clapping and cheering; they enjoyed the show.



Trish wanted to get Steve back for that, but she figured she better ask someone else a question.



“Paul, truth, have you ever sucked another man’s cock?” Steve was very interested in Paul’s answer, he thought he might like a go at his cock tonight. Paul sheepishly answered, “Yes.” Paul was not Bi, but he had experimented as a teenager and rather liked sucking a cock now and again during the orgies Ann and he attended.



Paul’s turn, “Jen, dare. Masturbate the person next to you.” Jen was sitting next to Ann. This was not much of a dare for Jen, she’d gladly play with Ann’s clit in front of everyone, but Paul didn’t know much about Jen at this point. Jen reached over and put her left hand in Ann’s shear panty bottoms and started fingering. Ann helped Jen by removing her panties and spreading her legs wide so everyone got a full view of her open pussy. Jen decided to spice it up more, she removed her own panties. She spread her legs also, and while her left hand was working Ann’s clit her right hand was playing with her own snatch. The others in the room looked on intently with lust showing on their faces as Jen gave quite a show masturbating herself and Ann at the same time. No time limit was imposed on the dare, so Jen just kept working the two clits until she felt she could cum. “Cum with me,” she said in a husky, lust filled voice to Ann. With this cue Ann started to moan and quiver, and the two came together. Everyone clapped and hooted.



Jen’s turn, “Chet, truth, have you ever had an incestuous sexual relationship with anyone?” Chet had once had sex with his sister when they were both 18, but he had not told anyone about it so he really didn’t want to answer.



“I’ll pass on that question,” Chet said.



“Ok, two dares then,” Jen added smiling. “Stick a butt plug up your ass.” Jen had seen some toys Marie had laid around the room for everyone to use and enjoy, a butt plug was one of them. Chet took off his pants, with no underwear he was now naked from the waist down. He went to center stage, lubed up the butt plug and popped it in his ass, he bent over spread his cheeks and turned around in front of everyone showing them his plugged hole.



Jen thought, “That was too easy.” She had been involved with Chet and Marie for several threesomes, and she knew Marie had a strap-on, she had used it on Jen, but she hadn’t seen Marie use it on Chet, apparently his ass was well broken in. This gave Jen an idea for her second dare for Chet. “Chet, remove the butt plug from your ass. Marie, put on your strap-on and fuck Chet in the ass for 3 minutes.”

This is part 2 of Nathan Stokes, Pornstar.



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Recap:



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In part one; we joined Nathan as he fucked his way across the Bahamas, working with the up and coming porn director, John Stanner. He ploughed through pornstar after pornstar (and a few cameragirls too) in an outrageous orgy the likes of which the world had never seen. We also met Matt (his manager) and learned about Nathans relationship with Laura, Matts wife.



He also met a mysterious stranger, Catherine Tamworth, who offered Nathan a one of a kind proposition he could not refuse.



After a week of sex, Nathan boarded a plane back to California for some well deserved rest. Or so he thought…



***



Nathan Stokes, Pornstar Part 2



***



“Oh my God!!!”



“Is that who I think it is?!”



“Yeah, I think so…” The soft, feminine whispering of two flight attendants was barely audible over the hum of the aircraft.



“Nathan Stokes?! No way!” they gasped in unison.



“Shhhh! He’ll hear us. We don’t want to wake him…”



The two giddy flight attendants were huddled together, their hands covering their faces as they gossiped, while occasionally peeking over to catch a glimpse of him. Neither one had so much as seen a celebrity in real life, let alone the world’s most famous PORNSTAR. They giggled playfully, blushing as they checked him out.



“He’s so hot!!!”



“Why don’t you go over and say hi? You’ve always had a crush on him.” She paused, giving her friend some time to consider the offer.



“I can’t do that Elle, I’ll get in trouble! After all, we’ve got a job to do…”



Elle, the older of the two girls, was beginning to get frustrated by the shyness of her co-worker. She rolled her eyes, cocking her head as she gave her friend a stern look. “I know Jenny, but the plane is half empty and the passengers are all asleep. Just go over and say hi.”



Nathan listened intently, being careful to keep his eyes closed. He’d just spent a gruelling week shooting his latest porno in the Bahamas, and was finally on his way home. After a week of non-stop, mind-blowing sex, Nathan was exhausted beyond belief. He was in no mood for bubbly, ditzy blonde flight attendants with huge tits and… Damn, he thought, checking them out through squinted eyes, a fine pair of asses.



“He looks tired.”



“Jenny, he’s a PORN STAR. He’s probably weary from having sex. But still, do you HONESTLY want to miss out on the opportunity to meet HIM?!”



She blushed, sheltering her face behind her hand, “I don’t want to wake him…”



Nathan eyed up her tight little body like a wolf eyeing its prey. Jenny was young, VERY young. She’s got to be in her teens, Nathan thought, but damn, what a body. Jenny had the perky, upright posture of a high school chick. He watched her as she shifted from side to side, nervously playing with her hat as the blue and gold uniform clung perfectly to her shapely midriff. Nathan couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. Fuck it, he thought, as a small crack of a smile began to appear on his face, who am I to let down one of my fans?



Elle gently nudged Jenny’s arm, “he looks awake to me.” Nathan quickly shut his eyes in embarrassment.



“No Elle!” she giggled, “I don’t even know what to say!”



“Don’t worry, just go over and talk to him.” Elle comforted her, stroking Jenny’s face. “Look at that pretty face…You’re young, he’ll like you.” She gave her friend a sly grin, “Just think about his huge cock, that should give you the courage…”



She glanced over one last time, her eyes scanning Nathans body from head to toe.



“Good luck,” Elle smiled, giving her a reassuring tap on the behind.



Jenny paused, her legs quivering from the thought of what was about to happen. She’d never struck up a conversation with a passenger before. After all, she was a stranger to him, and he seemed to be doing his best do not disturb impression. Awkwardly, she grabbed the coffee pot and walked slowly towards Nathan, carefully placing one foot after the other as she crept past the sleeping passengers on her way. She treaded lightly, self consciously preening her hair as she walked down the isle of the plane.



Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, she chanted over and over in her mind. You’re new to this job, don’t fuck it up!



Her eyes moved from the other patrons, and centred on her favourite pornstar, casually languishing in the luxurious seats of continental first class.



Just think about his big cock…



As she slowly approached, Nathan looked up at her, and their eyes met for the first time. She felt a rush of adrenaline, a rush that jolted through her body like electricity. Suddenly, the reality of what she was doing began to set in. He was so much bigger in real life, she thought, his broad shoulders and towering figure filling out the large leather seat like a hand in a glove. Nervously clutching the coffee pot, she trembled as she knelt down beside him to offer the brew.



“Coffee… sir?”



Nathan rubbed his eyes, and gazed up affectionately at the beautiful young blonde. She tipped the jug slowly, the wonderful odour of fresh coffee filling the airplane as she struggled to control herself. “I’m nervous, sorry!” she blurted out, wiping the sweat from her brow.



“Don’t be,” Nathan replied, trying his best to remain stoic.



“I’ve never met someone famous before…”



Nathan chuckled, amused at the little show Jenny was putting on. He reached out and touched her arm reassuringly, “don’t worry, I don’t bite”.



Jenny took another deep breath, carefully filling the remainder of the cup before standing with the jug in her hands, oblivious about what to do next. Say something! Her internal voice kept screaming. ANYTHING! She swayed nervously from side to side, fidgeting with the lid of the coffee jug.



Just say something!



“Umm… sugar, sir?” she asked, before fighting off the cringe.



Nathan grinned up at her, giving her a wink, “you don’t need to worry about that.”



Jenny noticed his smile, and began to feel the tension dissolving. After all, they both knew the deal. She didn’t just want to serve him coffee, Jenny wanted to meet the world’s most famous pornstar. It came as no surprise, after all Nathan had his fair share of female fans, many of whom were itching to sample his sexual prowess. And even though it had been a long flight back to LA from the Bahamas, Nathan was in no mood to turn down the advances of one of his fans. At least, not one in a smouldering hot flight attendant uniform…



“Why don’t you sit here?” Nathan raised an eyebrow, patting the empty window seat beside him.



Jenny looked back down the aisle at Elle, as Nathan took her hand to guide her to her seat. Elle watched on, a devilish grin gracing her lips. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, Elle mouthed. You have fun…



Jenny blew her co-worker a kiss, before sneaking into the chair next to Nathan. “I’m Jenny,” she leaned across, giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek.



“Nathan.”



“I already know who YOU are,” she grinned, before staring blankly at the seat in front. “Boy, this feels strange.”



“How so?”



“I’ve never kissed a passenger before,” she laughed awkwardly. “And I’ve never even met someone famous. You look just how I imagined you would…”



Nathan smiled back, leaning in close, “is that a good thing?”



She grinned, wriggling in the chair as her excitement welled up inside her. “It’s a very good thing.” Jenny’s eyes roamed down Nathans tall physique. “I’ve seen all your movies, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find you… attractive.”



“I’m flattered,” Nathan smiled.



Jenny leaned in closely, barely parting her lips as she brought them up to Nathans ear. “And the way you fuck,” she continued, biting her lip in hesitation, “the way you make the girls squirt… I find it very arousing.” Jenny paused, her face red with embarrassment as she looked down at the floor. “Boy, I hope you don’t mind me saying that…”



“Not at all,” he grinned in obvious pride. “I get it all the time.”



Jenny sighed, “But then again, maybe it’s all just acting…”



“You know pornstars,” Nathan grinned, “we’re not very good at acting.” The couple shared a devious look as Jenny’s tiny fingers meshed together with his, and the tension she had felt before dissipated. In its place, a new and profound sense of arousal was beginning to vibrate inside of her.



“Don’t be nervous, the passengers will be asleep for a while,” Nathan reassured her. “We can have a little fun, if you like…”



“I know, I’m just not used to doing naughty things during work.”



Nathan chuckled, “so you’re a good girl, huh?”



“Well, I’m trying to be. I’ve only just finished high school and this is my first real job.”



Jenny’s slender frame had all but disappeared into the giant first class seat. Nathan laughed as she played with the knobs with all the gusto of an inquisitive teenager, her tiny miniskirt hiking up around her thighs as she tried to recline the seat. Nathan liked what he saw.



“Wow, your hands are huge,” she observed, her soft fingers wriggled in his hand. “I guess it’s true then. Men with big hands DO have big cocks.” She grinned contentedly, seducing Nathan with her eyes as her confidence built. “But I wonder… does it look as big in real life as it does on screen?”



Nathan wrapped his arm around her, hugging her tight. “Well, there’s one way to find out…”



Jenny giggled in delight, rubbing her face against his powerful arms. She lifted the armrest between the seats, allowing the couple to become more intimately acquainted. The searing hot pangs of pleasure that had begun racing up her body replaced the last of her tension, resulting in an adrenaline rush that caused her heart to flutter.



“So, what are you doing in LA, big boy?” she whispered, moving her head closer to Nathan.



“I live in LA. Malibu, to be exact. I have a house there… on the beach.”



“Very nice.”



“You should visit, I could give you a tour.”



“Of the bedroom?” she grinned, her hands now moving down his ripped body, feeling the muscles under his shirt. “I have a layover in LA,” she smiled up at him, “I’m free for three whole days…”



“We can make it a fun layover, if you like.” Nathan began caressing her hair, pushing it to the side to expose her smooth, caramel toned neck.



“Seriously?” Jenny whispered, moaning softly as Nathan ran his nose up the length of her collar.



He took in her aroma, her youthful smell filling his nostrils as he began to slowly kiss her shoulder. “Look at it this way, you’ve never been with a passenger before, and I’ve never been with a flight attendant before. We owe it to ourselves…”



Jenny grinned, the proposition filling her with excitement. Holy Shit! She thought. Is this really happening?!



A few moments ago, she had been a young, virginal flight attendant on her way to a three day borefest in LA. Now, she was edging ever closer to the fucking of a lifetime. Her heart raced, pounding against her birdlike chest as a trickle of sweat traced a line down her face. Sure beats staying with mom and dad, she thought, lifting her miniskirt and pulling Nathans hand towards her pussy. “I can’t wait,” she turned, her lips brushing softly against his.



“Good,” Nathan replied. His tongue began moving slowly down her neck, taking in her taste in full, open mouthfuls. “You’re not a good girl anymore…”



Her breathing intensified as Nathan inserted three fingers inside her dripping pussy at once. “No, I’m not.”



“When we land, I’m gonna take you home with me…”



“Oh God,” she murmured.



Nathan breathed in her sweet aroma, kissing down her neck to her shoulder, and unbuttoning her top. “I’m gonna kiss you in my living room, on my bed…” He ran his tongue across her naked shoulder, reaching under her shirt to remove her bra. Jenny’s breathing was intensifying by the second, her heart beating like a drum.



“Oh God…”



Elle watched from the galley, as the amorous couple escalated from fondling to full blown making out, while the passengers around them remaining oblivious. Nathans fingers were roaming deep inside her pussy, using his considerable experience to bring her off on the chair. His tongue thrust deeper into her mouth, their saliva mixing together as she moaned in pleasure.



“I can’t wait to get you home…” Nathan whispered between mouthfuls of tongue. Jenny’s sensitive clit was throbbing in pleasure, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her uniform. Nathan pushed her top to the side, taking a nipple into his mouth.



“Oh God!” she blurted out, almost too loud for comfort.



“In my bathroom… on the balcony.”



She grabbed his head in her hands, peering deep into his eyes as his hands penetrated her.



“Oh God, you’re gonna make me cum!”



Nathans fingers plunged deeper, digging her g-spot as he raped her mouth with his tongue. “I’m going to play with you outside, in the pool… I’m going to make you so horny you’re gonna beg for it,” he whispered, muffling her orgasmic cries with his mouth.



“Oh my God!” she stammered, inching closer to climax.



“And then,” he said in a soft but stern whisper, “then, I’m going to fuck you…”



***



“Oh!”



[hump hump]



“MY!”



[hump hump]



“GAAAAWD!!!” the stunning young blonde screamed, the full throws of a powerful orgasm taking over her little body.



“FUCK ME!!!” she yelled, her screams reverberating through Nathans bedroom. Jenny braced herself on all fours, her tits rocking back and forth with every thrust. “Oh GOD YES!!!”



Nathan stood proudly behind her, working her over with his world famous cock. He rhythmically pumped the full 11 inches inside her, viciously fucking her as she experienced her fifth orgasm of the morning.



“HARDER! I want your BIG COCK!!!” her cries echoed through the house. “HARDER!” Nathan was happy to oblige, nailing her tight body faster, deeper, while flinging her around like a rag doll on his huge bed.



“AAAHHHHHH!!!”



Strands of blonde hair clung to the sides of Jenny’s face, her naked teenage body sticky with sweat. Finally freed from the confines of the aircraft, the amorous couples sexual energy had exploded in a night of no holes barred, adrenaline fuelled fucking the likes of which she had never experienced before. She was exhausted, sleep deprived and aching from experiencing orgasm after blissful orgasm. But Nathan knew he could extract one more…



His powerful hands spread her ass cheeks wide, as he enjoyed the view of his cock pistoning in and out of her trembling pussy.



SLAP! He spanked her ass, pulling on her long blonde hair. With one last cry of ecstasy, Jenny’s arms finally buckled beneath her, and she fell face first into the mattress.



[Frump]



“No more!” she moaned, sucking in heavy breaths as her strained body lay limp on the mattress. “I don’t want to cum again.”



Nathan chuckled, “you’re not getting off that easy…”



“No, I’m serious!”



The bed buckled as Nathan hugged her from behind, reinserting the full length of his cock in one motion. He resumed his pillaging of the young teen, fucking in and out of her tight, wet pussy like a piston as she buried her face deep in his pillow.



“Oh God, I don’t want to cum again!!!” she moaned, her voiced muffled by the pillow as Nathan ignored her request.



“Don’t make me cum!!!” she cried, his cock fucking her harder, deeper than before.



“OOH MY GOD!!!” she screamed, her pussy clenching around Nathans cock as she erupted into another orgasm, the intensity amplified by the lack of oxygen to her brain. Nathan held his cock at maximum depth, his cock head spasming against her cervix as he pumped copious amounts of pre-cum into her womb.



“Good girl, cum for me,” he teased, kissing down her shoulder as she winced into the pillow. “you’re a good girl…”



The white satin sheets of his king sized bed were drenched with their collective sweat. On his bedroom floor, clothes, alcohol and an unused box of condoms were strewn about haphazardly. Jenny had decided against the Magnum XXL condoms Nathan had kindly offered, instead enjoying the real deal as he fucked her through climax after screaming climax, completely unprotected…



Nathan pulled her tiny body close to his, his cock bottoming out as her pussy muscles clenched around the base, pulling him in deeper. It was all he could take.



“You’re going to make me cum, little girl…” he whispered, kissing the back of her neck.



“Cum inside me,” she urged, without any hesitation. “I wanna feel your load inside me.”



Nathan slowly pulled out as Jenny flipped over onto her back, her legs spread wide as she rubbed her swollen pussy. She bit her lip and gazed at Nathan, his rock hard cock reaching half way up her stomach, throbbing in anticipation.



“Fuck me missionary,” she groaned, “I want to look in your eyes as you cum inside me…”



Nathan smiled warmly, leaning in for a kiss, “that’s my girl.” He slowly re-entered her soaking wet pussy, their sexual juices overflowing and running down Jenny’s sensitive ass, as she breathed out a quiet moan.



“Oh… gently…” Jenny stammered, her tight opening struggling to cope with Nathans enormous size. “you’re so big…” Nathan resumed his rhythmic stroke, his hands stimulating her breasts as he softly kissed her neck. “You’re the king,” she gasped between heavy breaths, “You’re the king and I want you to cum inside me…”



Nathan took her sensitive nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the edge as he powered deeper, sliding slowly in and out of her, using her tight pussy as his personal fucktoy.



“Yes, COME INSIDE ME!” she ordered, desperately clutching his head and looking into his eyes. “Do it!” Nathan groaned as her smooth legs massaged his back, her thighs gripping his waist tight and pulling his huge cock deeper and deeper with every thrust.



I WANT YOUR CUM!!!” She begged, kissing him deeply and gazing lustfully into his eyes, her every effort focussed on bringing him the most pleasure humanly possible.



“GIVE IT TO ME!”



“FUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Nathan groaned, as he rammed his cock forward one final time, the most intense orgasm rippling through his body as he began firing jet after jet of sperm directly into her womb. His dick throbbed and spasmed uncontrollably, bucking inside the teenagers tight pussy as she kissed him deeply, completely overcome with passion.



“Oh yes… fill me,” Jenny moaned softly into their kiss, feeling content as the warmth of Nathans semen began to fill her pussy. “Your cum feels so good inside me…”



Their breathing slowed, as Nathan and Jenny finally came down from the height of sexual arousal. Jenny’s eyes were glazed over, entranced, exhausted, and completely spent. She could feel his weight bearing down on her small body, as his cock remained embedded inside her, pumping its load rhythmically deep inside her pussy.



“Oh Jenny…” he sighed, nudging his mouth against her ear.



Jenny smiled back at him with big, submissive blue eyes. “Mmmmh, thank you, Mr Stokes” she barely whispered, her head rolling back onto the pillow.



He leaned in and tenderly kissed her forehead, as he savoured the last moments of being inside of her. He screwed his hips slowly, feeling the pressure of his load embedded deep in her sucking womb. What a catch, he thought to himself, slowly extracting all 11 inches of his cock from her.



Jenny groaned blissfully as she felt her stretched insides slowly shrinking to normal, trapping Nathans cum almost a foot inside of her.

“Now, go to sleep baby,” Nathan comforted her, pulling the sheets up to keep her warm. She clutched at the satin sheet, shivering as her body remained shiny with sweat.



***



Nathan and Jenny had fucked all night, and the morning sun was finally creeping in through the narrow blinds of the bedroom window. With Jenny panting furiously on the bed, Nathan tiptoed quietly towards the door, careful to avoid stepping on the flight attendant uniform that was still gracing the floor. It lay strewn along with Jenny’s undergarments, which had been discarded earlier amidst frenzied passion. Before he could reach the door, Nathan noticed a not so subtle lock of blonde hair protruding out from the side.



“So… Jenny’s finally had enough, huh?” the door was held slightly ajar, and a second, slightly older flight attendant poked her head through the crack. “I thought you two might end up fucking right through the day…”



Before she could enter, Nathan quickly wrapped his mouth around hers, jetting his tongue down her throat in a searing, passionate kiss. “You know I could always go again, Elle.”



Elle smiled proudly, “I’d love to, but you know I’ve got a flight to catch. Besides, I think three mind-blowing orgasms in one night is enough…”



She perched her blue and gold hat on top of her dirty blonde locks, still damp with sweat and traces of cum from the night before. Grabbing her overnight bag, she began heading towards the exit. “Not sure about Jenny though, that girl can go and go and go. She’s like the energizer bunny.” She glanced over her shoulder, taking one last look at her lover. “Promise you won’t go TOO hard on her?”



“You know I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep,” he smiled, “is this really goodbye?”



Elle glanced down at the ground, “yeah, but at least I’ve got something to remember you by.”



“What’s that?”



She gave him a naughty look, while carefully patting her stomach. “When I feel your cum sloshing around inside me while I’m thousands of feet in the air, I’ll remember you…”



Nathan smiled proudly, giving her perky ass a final squeeze as she strode out the front door.



***



“BEEP,” the answering machine buzzed, “you have… thirty five… new messages.”



Nathan paced through the living room of his Malibu beach house, peering out of the large windows at the foam crested waves crashing on the sand. The warm glow of the sun was slowly easing the tension in his body, as he enjoyed the breathtaking panoramic view of the California coastline.



Warning, your mailbox is almost full.”



He didn’t know how long he’d been fucking, but it had seemed like forever. His eyes were tired and cloudy – aching as they slowly adjusted to the light. The jetlag had hit him like a ton of bricks.



“To listen to your messages, press 1.”



Nathan sighed, kicking his feet up on the couch, before taking a long sip of his coffee. He flipped on the television, and noticed the time on the display. 11am. Fuck, it feels more like 11PM, he thought. His body was still aching and worn out from a week of non-stop sex.



Well, let’s get this over with. He pressed 1 on the handset and hit speakerphone, before placing it back down on the table with a thud.



“First new message.”



BEEP!



“Hey Nathan, it’s Brandi here. Are you home? Just letting you know I’m looking forward to working with you, and the other girls too. Is it true that Asira is going to be at the Bahamas shoot?” She paused thoughtfully.



“Well, I guess you’re not home. By the time you get this message, we’ll already be intimately acquainted,” she chuckled. “In any case, I hope you’re as good as everyone says you are. Can’t wait till we get to the Bahamas! Woo hoo!”



Nathan leaned back in his chair, as he recollected his last few days spent in the Bahamas. The memories of thrusting his cock 11 inches inside Brandi Betts tight young asshole certainly counted as a highlight. Oh, it was good alright… he smiled. He pictured her stunning body sprawled across the Bahaman sand, her mouth full of his cum as she brought herself to an explosive orgasm. Very good.



“Next new message…”



“BEEP!”



“Hey Nathan, it’s Carla,” came a sultry voice through the loudspeaker, “I heard you’re in the Bahamas for a few days. Let me know how it goes. It’s been forever since we last worked together. I’m starting to miss your big cock…”



Nathan chuckled to himself. Some girls can never get enough, he thought, gazing down at the huge bulge in his underwear. He gave it a gentle pat, before switching on the TV.



CNN. Nathan rolled his eyes before pointing the remote at the TV. Boring!



Click



The Food Channel. Yawn.



Click



Wild On: Miami. This is more like it, he grinned as hot, tanned girls in bikinis giggled and splashed each other on a beautiful beach.



“Next new message, BEEP!”



“Hey there big boy.” “Where are you? There’s an itch eleven inches inside me that only you can scratch…”



Oh boy, not another one! Nathan laughed before hitting delete.



The life of a pornstar was hard, he thought. Very hard. He couldn’t spend a week away without being harassed for sex by the worlds most beautiful women.



BEEP!



“Please fuck me Nathan.”



BEEP!



“I want your cock.”



BEEP!



“I want to swallow your load, Nathan.”



With a schedule as busy as his, there was just no time to respond to every woman who threw herself at him. Regretfully, he forced himself to hit delete every time. It was a hard job, but someone had to do it…



BEEP!



“……”



The next message seemingly recorded the sound of thin air, as the machines timer continued to tick over. Just another stalker, Nathan chuckled to himself, reaching for the delete button.



Before his finger could hit the button, a quiet rustling sound began to play, followed by the sounds of heavy breathing. Nathan raised his eyebrows, as the sound of two females lustfully kissing had began to emanate from the loudspeaker. “Hey stud,” came a seductive female voice, “It’s me, Trish. Vivien and I are shooting a scene together and we thought we could use your services. Why don’t you bring that huge cock around here and fuck the both of us…”



“DAMN”, Nathan moaned out loud. “DAMN IT TO HELL”. He always hated missing an opportunity to perform with Vivien and Trish. They were among his favourite pornstars; a genuine lesbian couple who lived together, made porn together, and often recruited him as their sole male conquest. He often enjoyed watching the porn movies they made, and was always happy to lend his services to the two budding young pornstars whenever they were in the mood. Which was often…



“Next message”



BEEP!



“Hey it’s John Stanner. Directing the Bahamas shoot was a privilege man. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. The footage looks amazing. The mansion orgy with the four girls… it looks spectacular. Anyway, hope you get some rest dude. Look forward to working with you again soon.”



The girls on TV were flashing their tanned tits, while a nearby college kid doused them in champagne. Women were sunbathing nude on the beach. Nathan gazed down at his arms, the beautiful tan evidence of his Bahaman exploits. That, and the wonderful sense of relaxation and peace that he now felt. Fucking fifteen hot babes in a week just made a guy feel at ease…



“Next message. Message received today at 8am.”



BEEP!



“Hey Nate, it’s Matt…” Nathans heart sank, and he resumed flipping through the channels. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss business with his manager, certainly not so soon after getting home…



“Great shoot man! The money’s in your account, I wired it through the second it came in. A full week of hardcore sex and you get paid for it?! Sucks to be you, man.”



Nathans gaze drifted to the living room of his luxury home. Matt was right. Sometimes, he had to remind himself of just how good he had it. He loved his job, and all the perks it brought. Being the most famous pornstar in the world meant he could afford to live in style. Owning a house in Malibu was a dream for so many people, it was an area of California very few privileged people would ever afford to live in. Yet here he was, living it up right on the coast. His house was easily the ultimate bachelor pad, and it had certainly seen its fair share of action.



Matt paused, “And thanks for giving Asira some exposure. It’ll do wonders for her career. Look, I don’t mean to discuss business here, but we need to get together to arrange your schedule. Hit me up.”



Message Deleted.



“He wants to arrange my schedule already?! I’ve just arrived home!” Nathan grumbled to himself.



Before long, his remote surfing had landed him on his favourite channel, the Hustler channel. Now that’s what I’m talking about… He grinned, as thoughts of business meetings with Matt slowly ebbed from his mind. An advertisement started playing;



“Raven video presents: Nathan Stokes in ‘Sex in Paradise; The Bahamas… Featuring Asira Banks.”



The advert showed Asira slowly swilling Nathans cum in her mouth, while fingering her pussy and giggling erotically into the camera. That’s my girl Nathan grinned, raising his coffee cup at the television. The advert continued…



“Sharon Sexx…”



Damn she was hot, Nathan recalled, watching her swivelling her hips with her pussy centred on the television screen. I wouldn’t mind going back and fucking her all over again.



“And, for the first time ever, Jade, Macy and Shiva join Nathan for the orgy of the century…”



Click.



The TV went black as Nathan listened to his final messages. He stood up, yawning and stretching as the glorious sense of relief washed over him.



“END OF MESSAGES”



“Finally,” he blurted out, just in time for the phone to begin ringing again. He sighed audibly as he yanked it from the receiver.



“What?!” he almost yelled in frustration.



“Oh sorry…” came a female voice. “Did we catch you at a bad time? I’ll… I’ll call back later.”



“Who is this?” he asked.



“It’s me, Trish.”



A grin slowly began to appear on his lips, as he realized he might just get lucky after all…



“Hi babe,” Nathans smile widened. “I got your message, looks like I missed out huh.” He did his best to put on a disappointed tone.



“Yeah, too bad,” she sighed into the phone. “Vivien and I still had a fun night though. But we’ve missed you. Did you have a good time in the Bahamas?”



“Oh yeah,” he smiled.



“So I’ve heard…” Trisha giggled, “heard from Catherine yet?”



Nathan gasped, “wait, how do you know about that?!”



“We have our ways,” Nathan could hear feminine giggling over the phone.



“Wait, is Vivien there?”



“Maybe,” the two girls tried their best to muffle their collective chuckling. “Say… do you have anything planned for the rest of the day?”



“Not really, just relaxing.”



“Vivien and I would like to get… reacquainted with you.”



Nathan gave a hearty chuckle, “I’d love to, but I have company.”



“Ooooh, whats her name? She hot?”



“Definitely,” Nathan replied, trying desperately to contain his excitement. “You’re not going to believe this.”



“Believe what?”



“She’s a flight attendant from the plane.”



The giggling continued. “Oh, you dog you,” Trish replied. “We can still have fun though. We’ll include her too. You’re not going to say no to three girls, now are you?”



“Hmm, sounds like a plan,” Nathan replied, “I’m not sure if she’s bisexual though.”



“All girls are bisexual,” Trish laughed. “Those who aren’t just haven’t met us yet…”



“You make a good point. I’ll let her know you’re coming around, see if she’s interested.”



“Oh, she will be,” Trish paused, “I guarantee it. See you soon, lover…” Both girls blew kisses into the phone before hanging up.



Yep, life was hard.



***



CREEK!



SHIT, Nathan whispered, quietly opening the bedroom door. He waited to see if Jenny responded, before carefully tiptoeing in to check on her. Jenny was still sound asleep, her chest rising and falling gracefully under the soft white sheets. “There’s no way she’s going to be ready”, Nathan sighed. “And what was I even thinking!” Trish and Viv were a handful by themselves, let alone coupled with a third girl. And in his current state, he wasn’t even sure he could go another round with Jenny.



But on the other hand, it was TRISH AND VIV. As far as pornstars go, there was no comparison. Trish and Vivienne were truly one of a kind, sexual athletes. Former college roommates, they had first begun posting their lesbian romps online for the world to enjoy, before turning the venture into a money maker. Using a webcam from the comfort of their dorm, they recorded their extended lovemaking sessions, as well as their seduction of other college women, before signing a contract with Vivid Entertainment to film their girl-girl porn professionally. And as their only male exploit, Nathan was in a unique position to fuck two lesbian pornstars, both of whom reserved their holes EXCLUSIVELY for his use. Only a crazy person would turn THAT down.



Jenny groaned quietly, her hand resting on her swollen pussy. He suddenly regretted fucking the little champ so hard. She wanted it, yes. But sometimes, it’s better to pace yourself, especially with the young ones. Nathan took a seat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing his hand against her face. You poor, overzealous little girl, he whispered, gently kissing her forehead.



RING! RING!



The phone chimed in, cutting through the silence as Jenny stirred. Shit, Nathan breathed, not wanting to wake her. He rushed for the phone, barely letting it get another ring in before answering it.



“WHAT NOW!” he whispered urgently.



“Hey, it’s me Matt. Remember, your MANAGER?”



“Yeah, hey Matt.” Nathan wiped his brow in frustration.



“Didn’t you get my message?” Matt asked, clearly annoyed “I left two messages for you, kinda disappointed you didn’t call.”



Nathan groaned.” I’ve been… busy.”



“Well, I’m sure whatever it is, it’s very important.”



“Yeah, what do you want Matt?”



“We need to meet to discuss your schedule. Preferably today.”



“I’m going to be busy today,” Nathan smiled, thoughts of a Viv and Trish threesome gracing his mind.



“C’mon Nate,” Matt pleaded, “today is the only day we can do it. I’ve got some exciting work in store for you.”



Nathan smiled, “what do you have in mind?”



“I’m not going to discuss it over the phone. You need to come around to my house. I’m at home at the moment.”



Nathan sighed.



“I promise it’ll be worth your while.”



Nathan ground his teeth. I’m giving up two horny women for THIS?! He thought, before thoughts of Matts hot wife began creeping into his mind.



“Is Lauren going to be there?”



Matt paused, breathing out a sigh. “Yes, my wife is home…”



“Great,” Nathan replied, a devious grin spreading slowly across his lips. “You know she’s my number one fan.”



Matt paused, “I know…”



“Fuck it. I’ll be right over.”



Nathan hung up the phone. He was going to miss out on yet another Viv and Trish orgy, and he wasn’t happy. But Business is business, he thought, rubbing his forehead in frustration.



“Christ Matt,” he uttered as he reached for the keys to his Mustang and slammed the door.



***



“I can feel the whole thing inside me. Like, all 11 inches… moving at once.”



“Whats so great about that?”



“Whats so great?! You really have no idea do you Matt?”



Matt looked despondently down at his coffee, and kept stirring. His wife, on the other hand, was becoming more and more excited with every passing minute.



“When is Nathan getting here?” Lauren inquired. “I’m fucking horny…”



“You know, you don’t HAVE to fuck him EVERY time he comes around here.”



“Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said?” she breathed a sigh, “I’ve been fucking him for years, pretty much the entire time you’ve been managing him. Why are you complaining now?”



Matt took a sip of his coffee, looking out of the window of his large home, “I don’t know, honey.” He sighed, his eyes scanning the road for Nathans car as his wife continued.



“I mean, you were even fine when I got pregnant. A lot of men would be pissed off if another man impregnated their wife. Nathan impregnated me, twice. Yet you never complained. But now you complain every time I get horny when he comes around…”



“I know, but seriously, sometimes I think you love him more than me.” Matt stood up from the kitchen table, pacing the room nervously.



“You know that isn’t true.”



“I don’t know what to believe anymore…”



Lauren stood up, hugging her husband from behind. “I don’t love Nathan,” she stroked his shoulders to comfort him. “I love to fuck him.” She grinned at the thought. “I mean, he’s hot, he’s hung, what’s not to like?”



Matt sighed, “you mean, you don’t like to have sex with me?”



“Of course I do. It’s just that… Nathan is better. I love you, but I prefer Nathan… sexually.”



“When was the last time we had sex?” Matt groaned, turning around to confront Lauren. “I mean, we haven’t had sex all week. You’ve just been watching Nathan’s porn videos all week.”



Lauren paused, looking Matt sternly in the eye. “You know you can’t compete with him sexually. Honey, nobody can compete with Nathan, his endowment is just otherworldly. You are hung like a mouse.” Lauren giggled, before hugging Matt close.



“I don’t know why you have such an issue with it,” she rubbed his arms, “after all, we have two beautiful sons because of Nathan. Two sons you couldn’t have created.”



Matt smiled, “I know babe.”



“They will be thankful to have inherited Nathan’s genes,” she replied. “They will be big and handsome, and well endowed.” She giggled, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. “I love you, but genetically, Nathan is just… better.”



Matt reciprocated the kiss, lovingly stroking his wifes blonde hair.



“Think of the reputations our boys will have,” Lauren whispered. “When they get first pick out of the women, then they will be thankful for their genetics. Could YOU have given them that gift?”



Matt smiled proudly, before looking dejected once more. “I still wish I had a greater part to play in your sex life. It’s difficult being replaced sexually by another man.”



“I know sweetie,” Lauren nodded, “… and you know how I feel about getting pregnant again…”



“I know it’s something you want,” Matt sighed, “but I just wish I could be the father. Just this once.”



Matt slinked away from the window as Nathans car pulled up in the drive.



“Shit! He’s here!” Lauren yelled, racing to the bedroom to resume her preening. She wanted to look her best for the porn stud, slipping into her sheerest satin gown and Victoria’s Secret lingerie in a hurry as he pulled up. She smiled giddily as she looked at her voluptuous figure in the mirror. Two kids on, and she was still a knockout, both physically and in bed. At 35 years of age, and a former pornstar, Lauren had a considerable experience to draw upon to bring Nathan off in the most outrageous ways. Over the years, they had fucked in every room of the house, on a yacht, even once on a private jet. She was even impregnated on the set of one of Nathans porn films in Jamaica; Nathan firing his fertile load deep inside her, as Matt and the cast and crew watched on. That was years ago, yet still she could barely contain her excitement whenever they had the chance to meet.

The king of porn is here, at my house!



Lauren quickly donned her prettiest high heels, seductively blowing a kiss into the mirror before strutting out to the driveway to meet her lover.



Nathan had barely had the chance to shut the door of his Mustang convertible, when Lauren launched herself into his arms.



“Hey Nath”, she whispered, locking her arms around his body and planting a wet kiss on his lips. “God I’ve missed you.”



“I’ve missed you too Lauren.” Nathans hands roamed up and down her toned body, feeling her curves through the translucent dress. “Damn, you look amazing…”



She pirouetted in the driveway, showing off the outfit she had carefully chosen for Nathan. “You like what you see?”



“Definitely,” he replied, her erect pink nipples catching his eye as they poked through the lace. “I could fuck you right here in the driveway.”



Lauren bit her lip suggestively, shining him a naughty look.



“Why don’t you?” she tempted him, dancing slowly, rhythmically gyrating her hips. “If you like what you see, then take it. Right here. Fuck me right here on the hood of your beautiful car.” She twirled her fingers around the lace of the bra, biting her lip as she gazed into his eyes.



Nathan chuckled, amused by Laurens enthusiasm. Lauren was giving off her usual sexually repressed housewife vibe, knowing full well that it made her irresistible to him. He leaned in and kissed her strongly, his tongue intertwining with hers as he pressed her body against the hard steel of the convertible.



“Aren’t you worried about the neighbours?” he quizzed her, worried that her lust had clouded her judgement. “I think we should go inside. Besides, we don’t want to piss off my manager.”



“Fuck him,” she moaned into his kiss.



“Nathan!” Matt approached the couple from the doorway, his smile turning to a look of horror as he noticed his wife in a state of undress. “Lauren! Put some clothes on!”



Lauren just turned back to her lover, darting her tongue deeper into his mouth, tasting his spit.



“The neighbours,” Matt replied timidly. “They’re gonna see you. Go inside, you two can use the bed!”



“This is nothing the neighbours haven’t seen before,” she smiled, her exhibitionist streak getting the better of her. “Why don’t you go back inside honey?”



Matt couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife’s incredible rack and curvy ass were completely exposed, save for a few strands of lace. His eyes grew ever wider, as Lauren slowly removed her panties, exposing her stark naked shaved pussy for Nathan.



“Nathan, we need to talk,” Matt desperately pleaded.



“We can talk later. Why don’t you listen to your wife?” Nathan smiled, “Go back inside. Give us a half hour to get reacquainted.” He looked at his manager; a small, mousy man who had disturbed his rendezvous with two bisexual pornstars. “We’ll talk later.”



“But, but…” Matt stammered.



Lauren had launched herself back into his arms, kissing him wildly and groaning as Nathan slowly undid her bra. He watched the look of jealousy in Matt’s eyes as his wifes bra fell slowly into her awaiting arms. “I’m about to fuck your wife in your driveway, so maybe you could give us some privacy?”



“Take your tiny cock back inside, Matt” Lauren chimed in, smiling devilishly as she wrapped her discarded bra around Nathans neck.



Matt was in shock. He retreated timidly back to the house, as the sounds of Nathan and Lauren ramping up their foreplay filled his ears. Damnit Nathan! Matt thought to himself. FUCK, she’s not even on birth control!



Lauren tugged furiously at Nathans jeans, yanking them down to his feet and looking up at his spectacular endowment.



“God, I’ve missed this cock,” she smiled, slowly kissing her way up and down the full 8 inches of the flaccid monster.



Nathan smiled down at her, stroking her blonde locks as her soft lips encircled the sensitive head; her tongue trailing along his frenulum to inflict maximum pleasure. Lauren slowly pumped up and down the shaft, as Nathans hardening cock disappeared further and further down her throat with every suck. Before long, her throat muscles were at maximum dilation, and she began to fuck him with her throat, using her throat muscles as a defacto pussy to squeeze and caress the now fully erect 11 inch pornstar cock.



She took her mouth off the cock for a second, pumping her hand down the length. She imagined the creamy cum being fired inside her pussy; the sperm racing down the shaft and launching itself deep inside her, swimming to its prize and giving her the two sons she adored. She smiled lovingly up at him before taking a deep breath, and forcing his entire length down her throat in one motion.



“HOLY SHIT,” Nathan moaned, clutching the back of her blonde head in his hand. Laurens lips had encircled the base of his cock, maintaining a tight suction as he felt the ribs and grooves of her throat massaging the entire length of his cock. She held it there, massaging his balls as she looked up at him, coaxing him with her throat muscles and watching the waves of pleasure rippling through his face. When she couldn’t hold it one more second, she relaxed her throat and slowly slid the full length of his cock out, holding eye contact the whole time.



“Damn,” Nathan moaned, “you’re one of a kind Lauren.” She smiled up at him, before burying her face in his giant balls.



Matt looked on from the kitchen window, battling the feelings of jealousy and arousal as he watched his wife fellating the king of porn. The kitchen window was slightly ajar, allowing the couples moans and groans to reverberate through the house.



“Hmmm, FUCK I love your COCK Nathan!”



“You’re such a good little cocksucker”



“You know it baby.”



“Keep that up and I’m gonna blow my load straight into your stomach”



PLEASE, I want to swallow your CUM!”



Damn it Lauren, Matt thought, that’s loud enough for the neighbours to hear…



Lauren continued sucking happily at Nathans spit covered balls, savouring the taste as she jacked his rod. “Oh God,” she let out between sucks, as she imagined the hundreds of millions of sperm in each nut, each one ready to knock her up.



“I want another baby,” she gazed up at Nathan from between his legs. “Do you want to knock me up again stud? Let’s do it, right here on the driveway…”



Matt heard the words distinctly from his hiding spot; knock me up.



“FOR GODS SAKE”, he murmured to himself, as he rushed to the bedroom. He frantically dug through the dresser drawer, searching for condoms to offer the pair, desperate to prevent Nathan from impregnating his wife yet again. The drawer was a dishevelled mess, the condoms nowhere in sight.



Shit! He exclaimed, knowing that he could never stop Lauren once she had gotten started. It had been weeks since Lauren and Matt last had sex, and the condoms were buried somewhere deep in the drawer.



Meanwhile, Nathan and Lauren had completely disrobed in the driveway. Lauren was bending over the hood of Nathans Mustang; her perfect, shaved pussy was dripping wet, beckoning Nathan to fuck it. Sheens of sweat covered both of their bodies, the heat of the California sun proving no match for their collective passions for one another. Nathan inserted a finger into her pussy, using Laurens own juices to lubricate his cock. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide to prepare for his insertion.



“NO!” Matt yelled, racing out from the house clutching the box of condoms. “Lauren, we haven’t even discussed this. What are you thinking?!”



Lauren remained calm, posing with her perky naked ass in the air for all to see. She grinned as she watched the expressions on her cuckolded husbands face; the shame, the anxiety of seeing his wife fucked out in the open.



“Relax honey,” she teased, “I was only joking.”



Matt wasn’t buying it; “Here, wear these,” he thrust the box into Nathans hand.



“What are these? These aren’t even Magnums. They won’t fit,” Nathan complained, “besides, you know your wife likes to be fucked bareback.”



Matt insisted, growing ever more desperate as the intentions of the couple were made clear to him. “She’s not on birth control,” he removed a condom from the box, begging Nathan to wear it. “Please, maybe she is just teasing me. But come on man…”



“I’d rather not,” Nathan grinned, “but we should ask your wife first.”



Lauren peered over her shoulder, the smooth arches of her back glistening in the sun, as she eyed up Nathans tall, naked figure standing imposingly behind her. His massive erect cock was waving subtly from side to side, hard as a rock and ready to fuck. Lauren sighed; it was such a shame to cover it up, she thought. But Matt was insistent, and she decided to let him get his way… just this once…



“Fine,” Lauren replied, her tone disappointed.



“Are you sure baby?” Nathan hugged her body from behind, coming in close for a passionate French kiss, “it’s up to you…”



Matt looked on as Nathan hugged his naked wife from behind, their naked bodies leaning against the hood of the Mustang. Nathans huge cock rested on the crevasse Laurens ass, primed and ready to fuck.



“OK Matt, we’ll wear protection,” Lauren replied, “but you have to watch,” Lauren smiled mischievously at her husband. “You have to stand there and watch your wife getting fucked.”



She looked back at Nathan, before they both turned to give Matt a sly grin. “Sounds like a deal to me,” Nathan grinned, before ripping open the Durex package.



Matt slinked back, the shame visible on his face. “I’ll watch from the kitchen.”



“Na-ah,” Lauren teased, “you stay right there. I want you to be nice and close, so you can see everything…”



“It’s a fair trade-off Matt,” Nathan smiled at him, waving the condom back and forth.



Matt stood back, the last of his pride in tatters as he watched Nathan squeeze the condom onto his enormous cock, then promptly thrust all eleven inches up Laurens tight pussy.



“OHHHHH FUCK YEAH!” Lauren screamed out as she finally got her fix. She needed Nathans cock like a drug addict needed crack, every neuron fired in her brain as the enormous cock head reached the back of her pussy, bottoming out and pulsing against her cervix.



“Oh GOD! you’re so FUCKING HUGE!” she yelled, the neighbourhood dogs barking fiercely at the commotion taking place on Matts driveway. Matt sheltered his face in embarrassment, hoping the neighbours were out. Please be out, he thought. God I hope nobody sees this…



“Take you hand away from your face,” Nathan ordered. “Listen to your wife. You’re gonna watch.”



Lauren grabbed both her tits with one hand, rocking back against the almighty thrusts. “God, I can feel all eleven inches inside of me,” she moaned. “I can feel all eleven inches moving. You’re the boss,” she cried out, “you’re the boss of this house Nathan.”



She looked over at Matt, locking her eyes with her husband’s as Nathans cock sawed in and out of her, pushing her closer to climax. Matt was staring, transfixed at the sight of the two beautiful naked bodies fucking right in front of him. Nathan had a tight grip on Lauren, bear hugging her body from behind as he swivelled his hips. He could feel Laurens hard clit scraping against his balls, her pussy wet with their collective juices.



The time passed like a dream. Fifteen minutes… Thirty minutes… Forty five minutes… All the while, Matt stood like a good, submissive husband in the heat as Nathan brought his wife to climax after screaming climax. During this time, Matt saw neighbour after neighbour witness the spectacle from the comfort of their homes…



How the fuck does he last this long? Matt kept thinking, as the action went on and on without an end. The condom was stretched to breaking point, as Lauren rode Nathan like a horse in the backseat of the convertible.



Finally, in an explosive mutual orgasm, Nathan fired his load deep inside Lauren, the condom struggling to contain the enormous load.



“OH YEEEEES!” Lauren smiled, her eyelids drooping from exhaustion as her limp body collapsed on top of Nathan. “That was amazing,” she panted, between heavy breaths. “Matt, why don’t you go inside and make us a sandwich,” Lauren ordered, while running her fingers slowly through Nathans hair. “I think we need a little snack after that workout…”



Matt took the long walk of shame back to the house, amid the noises of Nathan and Lauren passionately kissing in the back seat.



Before he reached the door, he heard the words that hurt the most, “I love you, Nathan.”



***



Matt sat quietly at the kitchen table, the coffee growing cold in his hand as he sulked. His mind was frozen, the noises of Lauren’s coitus still replaying over and over in his head. It was as though he couldn’t stop it, the sounds and images of his wife being professionally fucked right in front of his eyes were too much for him to handle. In all the years he was married to Lauren, she had teased him about her special relationship with Nathan. Sure, there had been some light hearted jokes, and some spirited putdowns. She had even fucked Nathan in their marital bed, in every room of the house and many times Matt had been there to hear it. But never before had they forced him to be humiliated like that…



This time, they went too far… he kept thinking, over and over, as the sounds of playful giggling wafted from the shower…



“You think we were a little too hard on him?” Nathan asked, his hands cupping Laurens breasts from behind as he lathered up her weary body. “I mean, he is my manager. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that… fucked you right there in front of him…”



“Forget about it,” Lauren giggled. “He deserved it. Besides, he’s been a pretty useless manager lately, hopefully this will be a wakeup call.”



Nathan smiled, as Laurens hands roamed down his body, spreading the copious volume of soap bubbles onto his hanging cock.



“Mmmmh,” she cooed, as she sank to her knees. Lauren followed the veins down from the base on Nathans cock, all the way to the tip, marvelling at the beauty and strength of it. How the HELL did I fit all of this inside me?! She thought, a rush of feminine pride overcoming her.



“Were you serious about another kid?” Nathan asked, bringing Lauren to her feet. “You know how Matt feels about that…”



“I know,” Lauren confidently replied, “and I am serious.” She looked down at her body, still firm and tight even for a mother in her thirties, but rapidly approaching the age where pregnancy was no longer a possibility.



“Soon, I’ll be thirty five.” She moaned, “And then… who knows. I might not have another chance to get pregnant.”



Nathan furrowed an eyebrow. “And you’ve never thought about having a kid with Matt? He is your husband, after all.”



“Why would I want to? I have you around for that purpose,” Lauren entwined her arms around him, the two naked bodies shimmering in the heat and steam of the enormous shower. She peered up into his eyes, brushing his hair away and gazing at him lovingly.



“Matt couldn’t give me pleasure like you can. He just doesn’t have it in his genes. I want you, Nathan. I want you to be the father of my children.”



Nathan smiled back at her, gently kissing her soft lips. “So when shall we get started?”



“I’ll have to sort out Matt first. He needs to know he’s the secondary in this relationship. He has no say in our decisions, Nathan. Hopefully, we taught him that lesson out in the driveway today…”



Lauren shut off the water, stepping out of the shower onto the cool marble floor. “One things for sure, it’s gonna be a little while before we can invite the neighbours over again.”



Nathan stepped out, just in time to be hit in the face with a flying towel. “Take it easy,” he moaned, wiping the last of the water from his naked body, before dropping the towel to his feet.



Lauren eyed up his naked body, her eyes settling on his cock. “God, I could fuck you again right here on the marble floor.” She bent over, her middle finger tracing the gulf from her ass to her pussy before placing it in her mouth, giving it a seductive kiss. He took her full body into his, their naked flesh entwined as he kissed her deeply. “We better go check on Matt first…”



***



Matt was sitting with his arms folded, staring out the window as the scantily clad couple approached.



“Oh Matty…” Nathan gave a hearty chuckle, patting his manager on the shoulder. “You poor little man.”



Matt looked up at them for the first time, making eye contact with the weary pornstar… and his well fucked wife. Lauren raided the fridge for some well-deserved hydration, while Nathan took a seat directly opposite Matt.



Nathan sized up the weaker, smaller man sitting across the table from him. He’d had regrets about fucking Lauren right in front of her husband, but now that he was in the position to see the meekness on her husband’s face, he didn’t give it a second thought. In fact, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.



Matt returned his gaze, allowing his eyes to follow down Nathans tall, ripped body. Nathan was wearing a pair of briefs, his enormous cock and balls stretching the fabric to create an enormous bulge. Matt paled in comparison as a man…and he knew it.



“Let’s talk business,” Nathan said sternly. “You said you’ve got some more work for me.”



Matt grumbled inaudibly, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.



“Whats the matter, cat got your tongue?” Lauren teased. Nathan shared a chuckle at Matts expense.



“C’mon Matt,” Nathan continued, “there’s no need to sulk. You know I’ve fucked your wife before. Why the long face?”



Matt unfolded his arms, looking Nathan in the eye. “You’ve never done that before…”



“What?”



“Forcing me to watch. To be humiliated in front of the whole neighbourhood. You went too far.”



Lauren stood with arms folded, gazing down her nose at him. “We’ll tell you when it’s too far.”



“But you said you wanted to get pregnant. Lauren, we haven’t even discussed it!”



“We have now,” she replied confidently, “I’m going to have another baby. It’s my body, my choice.”



“We still have to talk about it,” Matt replied, slumping back into the chair, dejected. A tense silence descended on the room as Matt prepared for his net outpouring of emotion.



“There’s something else as well. I got a call today… from Asira.”



“Oh yeah?” Lauren approached him, smiling slyly. “What does that sexy little minx want?”



Matt ignored his wife, honing in his anger on Nathan. “You know she’s the only client I have, other than you.”



“I know Matt,” Nathan smiled, “and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed fucking her.”



“She’s only been in the porn industry for a year, she’s still in her prime…” Matt looked down, distracted. “She had so much potential…”



Nathan was growing frustrated. “Get to the point, Matt.”



“She’s pregnant.”



“Huh?”



“Asira is PREGNANT. It’s all your fault…



Nathan stood up, giving his anxious manager a stern look. “Hey, how exactly do you know it was me?!”



Matt shook his head. “You’re the only MALE she has fucked in the last TWO years.”



Lauren jumped up and down clapping, the excitement making her blush with glee. “Congratulations!” she cuddled up to Nathan, parking a searing hot French kiss on his lips. “What is that now, baby number sixty?!” Her hand clasped at his balls through his underwear. “Fuck, you really don’t mess around, do you stud…” she giggled, massaging his balls as she kissed him.



“STOP!” Matt yelled, as the couple began ramping up their foreplay yet again. “You don’t get it, do you?! She’s going to be out of action for at least a year. She may never re-enter porn. You’ve ruined the opportunity for me. You’ve taken one of my biggest clients from me!”

Matt sat back down again, and silence descended over the room. Lauren sat in Nathans lap, directly across from her husband, who was wearing a considerable frown as he waited for the news to sink in.



“Don’t raise your voice, honey.” Lauren finally replied. “You know I hate it when you do that. And I’m proud of Asira.”



“PROUD?! How can you be proud?” Matt was flustered, “she’s my only other client…”



Lauren giggled at her husbands frustration, clearly ignoring Matts anguish as she launched into yet another pashing session with Nathan. “Oooh it’ll be fun, Asira and I can have playdates… and afterwards Nathan can fuck both of us.”



“This is all just a joke to you!” Matt stood up, walking out of the kitchen in a huff.



“C’mon babe,” Lauren called after him, “just relax OK.”



“Yeah,” Nathan rolled his eyes, “it’s not the end of the world. She can always get an abortion.”



“She doesn’t WANT an abortion.” Matt yelled back, “she wants to have YOUR baby.”



“I don’t blame her…” Lauren smiled, “and I’m sure you can find another client.”



Matt stormed back into the room, his face red with anger. “Do you have ANY IDEA how hard I worked to get Asira?!”



Lauren waved her finger at him, “excuse me, dear husband, but this isn’t our fault. If you weren’t such a shitty manager, you’d have more clients…” She stood close to him, shooting him a piercing look. “Besides,” she continued, “the only reason Nathan has kept you on as a manager, is because of our history together.” She grinned, “so you’d better show us some more respect…”



“You have no respect for me,” he flung a piece of rubber onto the kitchen table, “Do you expect me to clean up after you as well as watch you fuck!? You fuck my wife and then leave your used condom in the kitchen? Have I not been humiliated enough?”



Nathan and Lauren smiled devilishly at one another, enjoying the little game they were playing with her cuckolded husband, before turning their attention to the object lying on the kitchen table. It was the used condom, packed full of cum from their earlier fucking session in the car.



“You insisted we use it,” Lauren chimed in, “so you can have it back.”



“Clean it up!” Matt ordered, his voice breaking as he attempted to assert authority. “Clean it up now!”



Lauren licked her lips and grabbed the rubber from the table. “You want me to dispose of this?” she walked over to her husband, seductively playing with the condom in her hand and watching the cum sloshing around inside of it. “You want to see this disappear?”



“Yes,” Matt asserted, “I don’t care what you do with it. Just get rid of it.”



Oh God, Nathan thought, placing his hands behind his head. This is not gonna end well…



“Whatever you say, husband…” With one motion, Lauren tilted her head back, slowly stretching out the condom and placing her lips around the opening. Matt stood in shock, his eyes the size of saucers as he watched his wife suck the first glob of Nathans potent cum right out of the condom. “Like this?” She teased, taking a long string into her mouth before sloshing it around with her tongue — coating her teeth and gums with the bright white semen.



Nathan leaned back comfortably in his chair, a proud smile crossing his face as Matt’s wife swallowed his cum with gusto. Lauren circled her tongue around the opening of the condom, moaning enthusiastically as her fingers continued massaging the semen down its length. She kept peering deeply into her cuckolded husbands eyes, as she beckoned another man’s cum into her awaiting mouth.



“Mmmm…” Lauren moaned, as she sucked more and more of Nathans thick cum, struggling not to miss a drop as the never-ending river of cum kept oozing.



Matts mind was racing, fighting off a torrent of thoughts caused by his wife not only FUCKING another man right in front of him, but now DRINKING HIS CUM.



There’s so much cum, I could never compete with that.



SHUT UP!



He’s twice the man I’ll ever be.



NO HE ISN’T!



LOOK AT THAT LOAD! There must be a billion sperm in there, each one eager to impregnate my wife. I am nothing…



Lauren sucked the remaining cum into her mouth, squeezing down the length of the condom like it were an empty tube of toothpaste, desperate to get every last drop. When she was finally satisfied, she opened her mouth, displaying her proud achievement to her husband: A beautiful feminine mouth, full to the brim with Nathan’s cum…



Ho lee SHIT Nathan thought, Matt’s gonna be PISSED.



Lauren placed her finger in her mouth, mixing the semen around like batter as she breathed fully through her nose, so she could experience the full flavour.



“Mmmh,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. When she couldn’t hold it any longer, she allowed the cum to slowly slide down her throat, and into her stomach.



BURP



“I think we can forget about lunch,” she joked, after a few gulps, “I’m full.”



She held up the condom, inspecting it for any traces of semen left behind. Lauren finally rolled it around her mouth, using her tongue to scoop out every last drop of Nathans prized semen from within it.



“Yummy! I could never get tired of that taste.” she glared at Matt, “Hand me a toothpick will you, I think I have a piece of sperm… stuck in my teeth.” The look of menace on her face was unmistakable, as he stood paralyzed.



“Maybe it’s best that I go.” Nathan laughed nervously, sensing the rising tension between the couple.



“Cum again soon,” Lauren replied, turning away from her husband to give Nathan a hug, feeling up his ripped body one last time before smiling back at Matt. “I’m sure he will,” she smiled, dangling the empty condom in front of her husband’s face.



BURP



***



With the sounds of fierce arguing flowing from the house, Nathan made his way back to the Mustang. He collected his discarded clothing from the driveway, including Laurens, before hopping into the convertible and starting it up with a healthy roar.



As his post-orgasmic brain fog began to slowly lift, he suddenly noticed soft whispering coming from the neighbours house. A group of three women had collected on the second floor balcony of the adjacent property, and were huddled together, whispering and giggling. Their eyes were fixed on the enormous bulge in Nathans briefs while they chattered away, smiling with approval.



“Good job big boy,” they yelled, “that was quite a show you gave us!”



Nathan gave a thumbs up to the girls, while struggling to pull his jeans up over his crotch. It was a difficult task, and one of the perils of being extremely well hung.



“Hey, we want an encore!” they yelled, as his thundering mustang made its way out the driveway. “You know where we live!”



As he saw the house disappear into the distance behind him, he felt a sudden surge of regret. Damn, he thought, I’ve never heard Matt that pissed before. Maybe we did go too far this time. Not that it mattered, of course. What was done was done. But he couldn’t help feeling sorry for the guy. After all, Matt had always been there for him.



Lauren was right, and they both knew the deal; Nathan was the most famous pornstar on the planet, and he could hire the best managers in the world if he wished. Meanwhile, Matt was an average-at-best manager, and grossly incompetent at his worst. But Nathans involvement with his wife had always ensured Matt stayed in a job. And when Matt agreed for his wife to bare Nathans children, instead of his own, he knew Matt would be around to stay.



Of course, there had been times when Matt was an idiot. A complete idiot. The hiring of John Stanner as a director was just one in a long line of potential fuckups. The fresh faced director had barely graduated from film school, yet there he was, filming the biggest pornstars on the planet on an island a thousand miles away from home. Any other manager would never let that fly.



But Matt saw something no one else did. And damn, Nathan thought, if it wasn’t one of the best decisions ever. His mind instantly went back to the scene on the beach at the Bahamas; His cock pistoning in and out of Asiras tight pussy as she climaxed over and over again. The feeling of being balls deep inside a woman so tight, it was a stretch of the imagination to think she was anything other than a virgin. All that was Matts doing. Matt had a sixth sense for beautiful women, and always ensured Nathan was in constant supply of the hottest pussy around. There were times when he hated him. But then again, there were times where he was sure, Matt was the best manager ever.



He thought back to the conversation they had had about Asira. How could I have knocked her up? Nathan thought. I didn’t even cum inside her. But at the same time, it wasn’t the first time he had ended the career of a promising young pornstar with his cock. With four times the sperm count of the average male, pregnancies were a relatively common occurrence; especially considering the sheer number of women he went through, even on an average shoot.



Indeed Nathans fertility, as well as his good looks and sexual prowess, was one of the reasons so many women called upon his services for that very reason. And he didn’t mind doing it either. After all, the act of knocking up a submissive slut was the most intimate, and intense of all sexual activities.



Matt’ll get over it, he thought, as he kicked the car into low gear before entering the highway.



He always does…



Nathan laughed to himself. Matt had an amazing tolerance for bullshit. Hell, he needed to be tolerant. He was married to a woman who openly cuckolded him. They had been married for over ten years, yet for a huge part of that time she had been bedding her husband’s biggest client. Nathan even celebrated each valentines day by getting balls deep in Matts wife, sometimes together with other women, in their favourite hotel suite at the Chateau Marmont.



Nathan whipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses, the breeze flowing through his hair as he raced down the highway with the top down. Every now and again, a beautiful woman would shoot him a smile, or wave enticingly in his direction. Life was great, but all in all, it had been a mixed day. Did he regret fucking Lauren? No. But he had the feeling there were going to be repercussions this time.



On the upside, however, he had a beautiful teenage blonde waiting in his home, just begging to be fucked…



***



The sound of crashing waves and luminescent surf blended seamlessly with the purring of the Mustang’s engine as Nathan raced up the Malibu coastline. He took the last corner into his home street, and as expected, the gate and roof of his two story villa came into view at the end of the road. What he didn’t expect, however, was a flash of hot pink metal gleaming in its drive.



As he got closer, he noticed it was the pink metal body of a pink car. A Mercedes to be precise. And of all the people he knew, there was only one couple who drove a bright pink Mercedez…



Trish and Viv.



Turns out, the horny lesbian couple had turned up, on time and as planned. And Nathan felt like a dick. Amidst all the mornings’ activity, he had completely forgotten to cancel their little rendezvous. He sighed as he pulled up next to the car, expecting to see a very disappointed looking lesbian couple sitting glumly inside, awaiting his return.



However, upon inspection, the bright pink car was empty – except for a massive rubber dildo gracing the back seat. The girls had seemingly disappeared, leaving behind their favourite “11 Inch Nathan Stokes model” rubber cock. It was then that Nathan noticed a trail of wet footprints, leading down to the beach, followed by a faint moan wafting up from the shore.



“Mmmmmmh…”



It was barely audible amongst the sounds of the crashing waves, but distinct enough for him to recognise the voice. Jenny? He thought, scratching his head, as another faint yet powerful cry echoed through the Malibu air.



“oooh god yeah…”



Jenny’s on the beach? Is she alone? he wondered, glancing towards the Mercedes, before slowly connecting the pieces in his mind. Trish and Viv… and Jenny?! He laughed to himself, entertaining the thoughts of an all girl threesome in his mind.



“Suck my pussy…”



He couldn’t help but grin. C’mon. There’s no way I’m THIS lucky, he thought.



“Oh Jenny you taste so good…”



Come on. There’s just no WA… Before Nathan could finish his thought, he was interrupted by the distinct sound of the three girls moaning in unison.



“OOHHHHHHH…”



Nathan darted through the living room of his home, quietly parting the sliding glass doors before sneaking out to spy on the beach. Suddenly he could hear all three voices distinctly; three girls breathing heavily and moaning, experiencing the height of sexual pleasure…



“Oooh right there…”



“You like that?”



“Oooaaaah”



“Hehe, I think she likes it…”



He crouched low, careful not to disrupt them, and pulled up a chair to watch the action.



The young virginal flight attendant was sprawled naked on the beach, her legs spread wide and her body quivering with pleasure. Well and truly seduced, Jenny’s eyes were shut tight as she reclined into the waiting arms and open legs of Trish. She was purring gently, allowing Trish to embrace her from behind while slowly caressing her breasts. In between her legs, Viv’s nimble tongue was working its magic, slowly and methodically massaging her clit and labia, while her eyes occasionally glanced upwards to soak up the euphoria on the face of her willing victim.



Meanwhile, Trish and Viv shared amorous glances with each other, happy in the knowledge that they were converting yet another girl to their side.



“Oooh! Don’t stop!” Jenny spread her legs wider, running one hand down her thighs while the other clutched at Viv’s blonde hair. With all her might, Jenny pulled her beautiful face deeper into her aching pussy. Viv groaned in delight, inhaling deeply, filling her nostrils with the feminine scent as pools of Jennys cum gushed out and onto her awaiting tongue. Viv rubbed one hand on her own swollen clit, watching the ebb and flow of pleasure on the young Jenny’s face.



She was in love.



Jenny smiled lustfully down at her; while the feeling of sun on her face and the warm wind caressing her naked body causing her to shiver with glee. Trish was right behind her, cradling the young, inexperienced girl in her arms. Their sweat mixed together as Trish rubbed her pussy slowly against Jenny’s back, while nibbling gently on her neck.



The girls had been at it for hours, and Jenny had long since overcome her reservations about lesbian sex. She wasn’t even sure exactly when the seduction started, or quite how quickly she ended up on the sand making love to two other women. In fact, the whole day had felt like slow motion…



Jenny had awoken from her post-coital slumber when the pink Mercedes first pulled into the driveway. The engine idled as the lesbians passionately kissed in the front seat, warming up for what they thought was going to be torrid ménage-a-trios with Nathan. Jenny wasn’t sure why, but seeing the two women swapping tongue made her burn with lust, revving her engine in the most unusual way. She watched from the bedroom window, rubbing her pussy as she peeked voyeuristically through the blinds. Their passion for one another, the way they looked at each other, it all aroused her in a way she had never experienced before.



God, what would my mother think now? She thought to herself, smiling devilishly as she felt the dual tongues of two lesbian pornstars caressing different parts of her body.



Viv had been the first to notice Jenny, her innocent face staring fixedly on the couple as they exited the car. Jenny’s shy, girlish face caught her attention immediately — a lightning bolt of adrenaline surged through her vanes, and Viv knew right then that she had a new conquest in sight. Young, sweet, fragile… and just her type. Nathan or not, she was going to get her girl…



After a brief yet flirtatious encounter, Trish had suggested that the three women hit the surf, while they waited for Nathan to return. Jenny had been shy at first, confused by her new and exciting same-sex desires. But, after eyeing Trish in a barely-there bikini, something deep inside of her awoke. Her inhibitions began to fade, and she first began to open up to the idea of joining the couple. It was crazy, she knew, but the beach was completely empty, so there was no risk of being spotted. And with the activities of the previous night, she was more keen than ever to embrace her new found sexuality.



Together, they had waded out into the sea, the ocean gripping and tugging powerfully against their light bodies, as Trish and Viv held each other in a tight embrace.



“Don’t be afraid,” Viv had reassured her, “we’re here for you.” The three girls reached a sandbank, the shallow waters exposing their dripping wet bodies, gleaming in the sunlight. Trish noticed Jenny staring fixedly at the two of them, her mouth ajar as she remained completely in awe of their thoroughbred bodies. She smiled, before turning to Viv – the two women coming together just inches from Jenny’s face in a passionate, tongue lashing kiss.



Her mind entranced, she lost all control…



Jenny had been surprised how easily she took to it. She had never thought of herself as anything other than straight, and – except for a few drunken kisses with friends – she had never been with a woman. Yet there she was, legs in the air and in the throes of absolute ecstasy. Ecstasy caused by two other FEMALES.



***



Viv held her breath as her tongue dug deeper into Jenny’s swollen pussy. She could feel the grooves of Jenny’s insides, and the soft internal walls on her tongue, as her nose rubbed side to side over the aroused clit. Jenny was contracting internally, her diaphragm raising and falling quicker as her pussy swelled. Viv knew she was hitting her just right. In over eight years of eating pussy, she had almost developed a sixth sense for the g-spot. As her tongue invaded the young airhostess, she looked up in joy as Trish muted Jenny’s orgasmic cries with another kiss.



“Holy shit,” Trish giggled, her hands cupping Jenny’s tits from behind. She nibbled at her neck, parting her hair as she came down from the height of orgasm.



“What number is that?” Viv enquired, astounded by the stamina the young girl possessed.



Jenny panted, wearily lifting her hand and holding up four fingers. Viv gave a proud look to her lesbian lover.



“Hmmm, it’s OK,” Trish comforted Jenny, “I know how it feels. She can make you cum all night…”



“Mmmm,” Jenny moaned, regaining some of her energy. “Sounds like a plan.”



The three girls chuckled, as they came together for a slow, sensual threeway kiss. Nathan was grinning ear to ear, enjoying the private view – his erection running down the length of his thigh.



Damn, Trish and Viv are good… he thought to himself. Very good.



They could turn even the most conservative girl into a dike, and they sure had the evidence. Their blog was filled with the videos of their exploits, in college and beyond, as they sucked and fucked girls of all creeds, colors and orientations. And here they were, on his private beach, fucking and sucking his new girlfriend into multiple screaming orgasms…



“What a day,” he thought out loud, shifting in his chair. He may have just lost a manager, but he still had the house, the career, and not to mention the view.



“How long have you been up there?” Trish yelled from the beach below, staring up at the balcony.

“Ha, caught red handed!” Viv chuckled, wrapping a fresh towel around Jenny.



“Aww, you guys are stopping?” Nathan replied, disappointed.



Viv collected their scattered clothes and walked towards the house, while Jenny glanced up at Nathan, “We’re coming inside, but we’re not stopping…”



Nathan gave a warm smile, “that’s my girls.”



***



The California skyline glowed with a tranquil shade of orange as the sun began slowly setting on the horizon. Seagulls squawked and crawed quietly in the distance, their cries the only distraction from the rhythmic ebb and flow of the ocean waves. The day had finally come to an end, and the foursome decided to unwind on Nathans balcony, overlooking the sea.



Nathan rested in his recliner, with Trish curled up tightly in his arms. He gently fed her a slice of from his favourite pizzeria; the smell of garlic and herbs intermingling with the sharp salty vapour from the sea. Meanwhile, Viv and Jenny spooned on the adjacent recliner, their small hands entwined as they looked into each other’s eyes. Jenny had chosen the ‘seafood delight’ from the Pizzeria’s menu, and was feeding each shrimp slowly into her lovers mouth. Trish smiled proudly as she watched the infatuated couple.



“They’re so cute together,” Trish smiled, looking over her shoulder at Nathan. “Don’t you think?”



“They make a great couple,” he replied, watching on.



Jenny, who was still a little exhausted from her first lesbian experience, turned to the adjacent couple and grinned. “Thanks Nathan.”



“For what?” he replied calmly, “I think you should be thanking the girls…”



“Oh I do,” she replied, “BELIEVE ME, I do. But if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. I would never have had these…” Jenny paused, blushing, “new experiences.”



“Well, you’re always welcome here. Anytime,” Nathan grinned at her.



“And she’s only had the kindest things to say about her ‘experience’ with you, Nathan,” Viv replied. “Although, I’m glad you didn’t keep her all for yourself. She’s a pretty amazing girl.”



“Thanks,” Jenny replied, sharing a piece of shrimp with Viv in an open mouth kiss. “I never knew girls could be so much… fun.”



They all smiled, impressed by the young girls honesty and naivety.



“How long have you been bisexual?” Trish enquired.



Jenny took another bite of pizza, her brows furrowing as she pondered the question. “You know, I never really thought about women before. Sexually, I mean. But when I saw you two…” she gestured at Trish and Viv, “When I saw you in the car, making out, I got horny as Hell.”



The girls nodded in agreement.



“I guess there’s just something amazingly attractive about the female body. It seems almost… natural for us to want to be together.”



“It certainly does,” Viv replied, cupping Jenny’s tits from behind. Her smooth thigh moved between Jenny’s legs, resting against her pussy. The electricity between Viv and Jenny was obvious, their lust for one another burning even after hours of passionate fucking.



Trish watched her lovers seduction, aroused as usual by her willingness to explore other women. Nathan lay proudly behind her, his cock hardening against Trish’s back as he watched the display of Sapphic love.



“How long have you two been together?” Jenny enquired, looking over her shoulder.



“We’ve been together almost eight years now,” Viv replied.



“Wow,” she exclaimed, “so you really love each other, huh?”



“Oh yes…” They both shared a grin. “Ever since highschool…”



Jenny blushed, “awww.”



“We’ve had boyfriends before, but nothing hits the spot like the feel of another woman.”



“Mmmmm,” Jenny moaned, her hand tracing down Vivs arm, “I think I know what you mean…”



“Looks like you girls just converted another one,” Nathan interjected, causing a spate of giggles amongst the group.



“I don’t know,” Jenny mumbled, “I’ve only had this one experience so far. How do I know if I’m really bi?”



Trish and Viv looked at one another, sharing a sly smile.



“Truly bi women have a feisty look behind their eyes,” Trish replied, “like lionesses. We can take anyone to bed that we like. There’s a power, and a confidence that bisexuality brings.”



Jenny bit her lip, her mind pondering the erotic possibilities of exploring members of both sexes.



“Do you find yourself checking out other women?”



“A bit,” Jenny paused, her mind wandering back. “I think I’ll be checking out more women now though.” She winked, her self confidence building.



“Thats my girl…” Viv replied, planting sweet kisses on her neck. “And you know, there are plenty of hot, bisexual women in your line of work.” She smiled slyly, “Trish and I have fucked our fair share of sexy airhostesses.”



“Notch another one up to the bedpost,” Trish joked, before sharing a sly smile with her girlfriend.



“And we’ll never have an issue with finding other women in our line of work. Most girls in the porn industry are bi.”



Jenny gasped, blushing as she covered her mouth with her hand. “You two make porn?!” Jenny replied, her youthful innocence causing the group to laugh.



“Oh yeah, didn’t we mention it?” Trish giggled.



“No, but I thought you two looked a little familiar…”



“Don’t worry, we get that all the time.”



“Wow,” Jenny slid out of the comfortable recliner, striding towards the railings of the balcony to admire the seascape. “I should have known…”



She breathed in the fresh air as her silky blonde hair wafted softly in the breeze, taking in the view of the coastline at dusk. Meanwhile, Trish, Viv and Nathan all enjoyed the view of her tight, perfectly naked, teenage body as she displayed herself for their enjoyment.



“I always wondered what it would be like to be a pornstar…” she murmured, “to be on camera.”



She struck a pose, peering decadently over her shoulder as she swivelled her hips suggestively.



“Do you think I’d make a good pornstar?”



Nathan stood up and walked over, hugging the naked yet timid teen from behind. “I think you’d make a GREAT pornstar…”



Trish nodded in agreement, “you’ve certainly got the body, and the attitude…”



Viv nodded in approval, “Hey, we’ve got the camera gear in the trunk. Whada ya say we film a little porn?”



Jenny looked over at Viv with a shocked expression on her face. “No way!”



“Nothing too hardcore,” she replied, “just a little taste of what you’re missing. A little Porno 101.”



Trish grinned, “I say we just take some Ecstasy, and fuck the night away…”



Jenny smiled as Nathans hands rode up her tight, naked body and rested on her tits. “Porn and drugs… wow, I’m really in deep…”



Nathan kissed her neck, reading the uncertainty in her eyes. “You don’t have to do anything, I know you’re new to all this. Perhaps one new experience is enough for today…”



“No,” she stammered, surprising everyone. She turned and looked Nathan dead in the eye.



“I want to be involved.”



The girls looked at one another, before shrugging.



“We could use a camera girl.”



They allowed the suggestion to sink in, suspecting that Jenny may be in too deep. It was one thing to make such a suggestion to another pornstar. But what would an amateur know about filming sex?



“Do you know how to work a camera?” Viv asked, “we’d like to film some material for our website tonight.”



Jenny shook her head, “No… I want to be on camera.”



“Are you sure?” Trish replied, looking sternly at the young blonde.



“I’m sure…”



Viv came over and gave her new lover a comforting hug, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. You and I will fuck Nathan, while Trish gets in nice and close with the camera.”



Jenny shivered, visibly aroused by the thought of being filmed in a threesome. She came to California looking for new experiences, and she sure as Hell wasn’t disappointed. She was proud to be fucking the king of porn, and his bisexual mistresses. And soon, she would have the evidence to prove it.



“That OK with you, Nathan?” Jenny smiled back at him, a sense of comfort coming over her as the foursome cuddled up together on his balcony.



“No complaints here,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.



Jenny relaxed, allowing the three talented and experienced pornstars to caress her naked body. Six hands, three mouths and thirty fingers began to explore her body, stroking at her sensitive torso, tasting her like fresh meat. Nathan slipped out of his trunks, basking in the freedom and victory of being nude with three horny women burning with desire for one another, and him…



The four completely naked figures could be seen from all angles on the balcony, gyrating and moving slowly to the rhythm of their passions; naked bodies gringing against one another, girls kissing girls, threeway kisses, fourway making out, six perfect tits and one massive cock.



Jenny felt like she was in the centre of a cyclone of passion, being attacked from all sides by the experienced sex gods she had grown to love. Nathan stood behind her, his tongue moving slowly down the arch of her back while Viv placed an extacy tablet on her tongue, feeding it to the tenacious teen in a slow yet passionate kiss. She took one last glance at the naked, electrifying bodies of her new found lovers – it was all she needed to seal the deal.



“OK, lets do this…”



***



Hump hump hump hump



“AAAAHHHHH! HOLY SHIT!”



Hump hump hump hump



“Its OK, it’s OK baby. You can do it.”



Hump hump hump hump



“Holy shit! Oh FUCK YES!”



Jenny gritted her teeth, moaning lustfully as Nathan plunged his cock deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust. The force alone was enough to make her whole body shake, the burly pornstar showing no mercy as he unrelentingly destroyed her teenage pussy from behind.



“Oh shit, I love that FUCKING COCK!” she moaned, as Vivs mouth locked on her breast, her tongue circling the sensitive skin.



Trapped in a storm of eroticism, Jenny flailed her head from side to side, screaming like a banshee as she remained wedged between the two pornstars. Meanwhile, Trish filmed the perfect shot of the threesome fucking on the sofa, with the Californian coastline visible through the glass windows of Nathans living room…



“Good girl,” Viv whispered to her, between brief yet passionate kisses. “You’re doing great.”



Viv lay on her back, her hands exploring Jenny’s body as they lay face to face on the sofa. Both girls were clearly in the zone, much to Trish’s delight, as they embraced one another in a frenzy of passion, exchanging heated kisses while Nathan fucked the teen from behind.



Jenny basked in her new found sexuality. Finally, she was enjoying the best of both worlds; the softness and intimacy of another woman to make love to and caress, with the brute, dominant force of the male to keep her in her place.



“You would not BELIEVE the shot I’m getting from back here,” Trish exclaimed, zooming in close for the penetration shot. “Jenny’s pussy is out of this world.”



Trish lay on her back, pointing the camera up at the glistening wet pussy as it struggled to accommodate Nathans girth.



Nathan could feel Jenny’s tight young hole clasping around his cock, the soft lining caressing and squeezing as she approached orgasm. He could feel her G-Spot, slightly elevated inside of her and an easy target for him to inflict maximum pleasure. Together with Viv, they had the vivacious blonde teen trapped in a sea of passion as they worked her body into a state of arousal beyond her wildest dreams.



Meanwhile, it took all of his effort not to come himself.



“Argh” he grunted, flexing his PC muscle to stave off the orgasm. To make matters worse; the harder he fucked, the harder they made out. Their teasing was almost unbearable…



“Hang in there stud,” Trish teased, giving his balls a kiss. In all her years fucking him, she had never gotten over his raw, animal strength. The sheer power of his thrusting, his stamina, and coupled with a cock that would make most horses jealous. The sight of it alone was enough to make her cum.



Meanwhile, on the other end things were heating up between her girlfriend and Jenny.



Trish focussed the camera on the two women as they peered lovingly into each others eyes, their passion for one another reaching a climax. Viv watched the face of her new lover, watching her facial expressions as the king of porn rammed all 11 inches inside of her at once.



“AAAAHHHH!” Jenny screamed out, right in time for Viv to muffle it with yet another wet kiss.



“He’s got a big cock, huh?” Viv whispered.



“Oh God yeah.”



“Just relax baby, let him take you. Don’t resist him…”



“The pleasure, oh my god it’s too much…”



“Don’t resist it,” Viv whispered, “let it come naturally. Let yourself come on his cock.”



She squeezed Jenny’s clit, rolling it between her fingers as Nathans heavy balls slapped against her hand.



“No, I don’t want to cum. It’s too intense,” she groaned, the camera capturing the dazed look in her eyes as the extasy took over.



“I’m here for you,” Viv wrapped her arms around her, their breasts squeezing together as they passionately kissed. “Don’t be afraid, just let go…”



“I can feel him, he’s so deep.”



“Can you feel him on your cervix?”



“Yes”



“Good,” Viv grinned, glancing over her shoulder to check on Nathan.



He gave her a smile, feeling Jenny’s tight hole squeezing his cock harder and harder with each passing second. “She’s getting close…”



Viv gestured to the camera, alerting Trish to Jenny’s impending orgasm. She moved the camera back between Nathans legs to capture the moment.



“Like I said,” Trish stroked Jenny’s hair, “just let go.”



“I can feel him hitting my womb.”



“Thats good.”



“He’s so deep, oh my God I can’t hold it anymore.”



“Just let yourself cum…”



The blonde teen raised her head, her glazed eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the first wave of an Earth shattering orgasm.



“Good girl,” Viv sucked at her neck, her hands stroking Jenny’s stomach.



“AAAAHHHH OH MY GOD!!!”



“That’s it, cum on his cock…”



Nathan pounded deeper and harder than before, feeling his cock filling every inch of her pussy with every thrust. Her juices dripped down her inner thigh, the camera capturing their slow trickle.



“Ooooh I’m gonna cum. Holy shit I’m gonna cum.”



Viv parted Jenny’s hair, gazing seductively into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”



OH VIVIENNE! Jenny yelled, “OH NATHAN! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!



Her whole body tensed, as she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity. With one final thrust, Nathan pushed her over the edge. Her entire body began quaking, her pussy trembling as the mother of all climaxes spread through her body.



UUUNNGH!!! Jenny yelled, letting out the mightiest of screams as she experienced the greatest orgasm of her life.



AAAAHHHHHHWW YES! She screamed.



Viv’s ears were ringing, the power and volume of her scream loud enough to shatter glass.



“FUUUUCK!” the first orgasm triggering a second, even more powerful than the first.



AAAAAAHHHH!



Then a third. Her body shook as Nathan maintained full penetration, his shaft resting on her G-Spot while his head pulsed against her cervix. He maintained full control, working his cock slowly to massage her trigger points, coaxing out as many orgasms as possible.



Trish filmed as wave after wave of pussy juice squirted from Jenny’s hot pussy, wiping it away as droplets hit the camera lens.



“Oh God,” she finally panted, “oh my fucking God.” Jenny’s weary body fell wearily into Vivs waiting arms as she finally came down from the multiple orgasms.



“That was incredible,” Viv smiled, before leaning in for a kiss. “I’m so proud of you baby.”



Trish emerged from the rear, holding the camera to face Jenny as her breathing slowly normalized.



“It LOOKED fantastic, you’re a natural.”



Jenny’s hair clung to her and Viv’s bodies, glued by their collective sweat. Her eyes panned to the camera and she mustered a smile with the little energy she had left.



“Thank you. Thank you sooooo much,” she replied, before Nathan hugged her from behind, his cock still firmly embedded inside her pussy.



“You did great.”



“Thanks you guys,” she replied, sandwiched between Viv and Nathan. She blew a final kiss to the camera, before collapsing in an exhausted heap.



***



“James, eat your dinner,” Matt groaned, wiping the sweat from his brow.



“No, I don’t want it.”



“I said eat it, you little shit.”



Lauren gasped, “don’t swear at my son,” she took another bite of bread from her plate, “and who are you calling LITTLE?”



Matt and Lauren had spent the remaining afternoon fighting, arguing back and forth about Laurens relationship with Nathan. It had been a long time coming, but Matt had finally reached the end of his tether. He was adamant that his wife was going to be faithful, and that meant banning her from any further contact with his most successful client. It was his ultimatum, and he was sticking to it.



“Enough with the dick jokes Lauren,” he replied, “Look, even my sons don’t respect me anymore.”



Lauren cocked an eyebrow, as if to say YOUR sons?



Ten year old James sat with his arms folded, staring glumly at the remaining meat on his plate. His nine year old brother clambered over the table, before deliberately tipping the contents of the salt shaker into Matt’s food.



“See?” Matt announced, “No respect.”



Lauren rolled her eyes, “are you still complaining about what happened today?”



“Let’s not discuss it at the dinner table,” he said, “not in front of the kids.”



“What happened today?” Young Max asked inquisitively.



“Nothing.” Matt spat, “now get off the table and eat your dinner.”



Lauren leaned over, shuffling Max back into the chair. “Eat it sweety, so you can be big and strong like your DADDY.” She watched the expression on Matts face as he turned white.



“You just won’t let it go, will you?” he gritted his teeth in anger, embarrassed and emasculated by his own wife. “You have to rub my face in it.”



“Look Matt,” Lauren sighed, “just don’t tell me what to do.”



“What I WANT you to do is in the best interests of our relationship.”



“I disagree,” she replied.



“What does Matt want you to do?” James asked, a suspicious look in his eyes.



“Nothing, stop asking questions and eat your dinner. Lauren, lets discuss this later.”



She popped an olive into her mouth, before replying calmly, “sure… honey.”



“Oh and James, I’m not Matt… I’m daddy.”



James looked up at Matt, the intense gaze in his eyes inherited from his biological dad. Matt could see it. He tried to put it out of his mind, but all he could see in James’ face were Nathans eyes, staring. Dominating.



Max looked over, shooting Matt the same look as his brother. The two devilishly handsome boys had certainly inherited Nathans confidence, showing their phony father who was boss. Lauren noticed it, and immediately felt a sense of pride welling up inside of her. She had always encouraged them to be cocky and self assured, just like their real father.



“We’ll call you what we want to call you.” Max grinned, noting the anguish on his fathers face. “Besides, Mom says you aren’t our REAL dad…”



He froze in shock, only moving to slowly turn to his wife, who struggled to contain her laughter.



“She says our real dad is a real man.”



Matt slowly put down his fork, “honey, can I speak with you in the OTHER ROOM?!”

She giggled, “sure… sweety.”



***



SLAM!



Matt paced through the bedroom, as Lauren sat calmly on the bed. His face was red with anger, his hands clenched as he struggled to come up with words.



“You TOLD THEM?!” he yelled.



“You ACTUALLY told them?! What the FUCK Lauren!”



Lauren relaxed on the bed, inspecting her bright red nail polish and adjusting her bra through her thin white top. Matts spectacle didn’t threaten her in the slightest. She had been through this before with him, yelling and thrashing around in a pathetic attempt to be a man. He had put on a similar show the night when he realised that (even with his permission) a bigger, better man had just impregnated his wife.



Through the years, Lauren had tried her best to mould Matt into the ideal cuckold husband. He managed Nathan by day, then watching her fuck his client by night. It was an odd relationship, but it worked. And even when other people noticed their children resembled Matts client, Nathan Stokes, the famous pornstar, the relationship had never been compromised in any way.



“You need to calm down,” she ordered, looking him dead in the eye. “You’re making a scene.”



“IM MAKING A SCENE?!” he yelled, his voice breaking under stress, “Oh, lets see Lauren. Today you informed me that you want ANOTHER CHILD with Nathan, meanwhile, you’ve taken the liberty of informing the CHILDREN WE HAVE that I am NOT their real father!”



“Yeah,” she leaned back, politely sipping her Coke, “that seems about right.”



“How COULD YOU!”



She watched her husband, so worked up he was partially out of breath.



“Well, they are NATHANS kids,” she reminded him. “I mean, nobody honestly believes you are the father. Most of your friends even know. C’mon, they look just like Nathans kids,” she giggled.



Matt sat down on the chair next to the bed, his head falling into his hands as he sighed. “You know, just for once I wish I could get my way.”



“You knew what you were getting into when I married you,” she wrapped her arm around him, a rare sign of comfort as she leaned in closer. “You knew the second I laid eyes on Nathan, that first night when the two of us had sex. Remember how supportive you were?”



Matt crossed his arms as he looked away blankly.



“You were fine with him impregnating me. You sat there and watched us fucking on the beach, you congratulated him, you even shook his hand when I announced the news.”



Matt still stared blankly, expressing no emotion.



“Do you remember what you said to him that night?”



He turned, his eyes meeting his wifes staring gaze. “Congratulations on impregnating my wife…”



“I guess you’re right,” he exhaled, defeated.



“You were there when they were born. I remember the look on your face, both times, as I lay there giving birth to another man’s sons. You were a proud little cuckold.”



She held his hand, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I know we have been going to far with the humiliation, we’ve deliberately shamed you and that’s not right…”



“No, on some level it turns me on,” he replied, “It has always turned me on.”



“I know, honey.”



“But… at least consult me on important decisions… like raising another kid. I can barely handle the ones we have.”



“I understand,” she pulled him in close, “but you have to realise, once I hit forty, I might not be able to have another kid. This is my last chance. I want to have that feeling again, the experience of being impregnated. I want to give myself to Nathan, to let him fuck me raw… to feel his alpha sperm swimming inside of me. “



She ran her fingers through her husbands hair, allowing the information to sink in. “The thought of having another baby with him… it just turns me on.”



He paused, looking over at her and nodding. She leaned in and have him a warm hug.



“So, do they know who their real dad is?” he asked.



“Yes,” she replied. “They have known for some time. I told them not to tell you though.” Lauren gave a chuckle, “I guess you’re right. They are little shits.”



Matt smiled, “well, we’re stuck with them.”



The couple sat together for several minutes, quiet in contemplation.



“You know I have nothing against Nathan, right?” he finally said, furrowing his brows in thought.



“How do you mean?”



“I mean, for everything. The humiliation, fucking you for ten years while I managed him. I don’t bare a grudge at all.”



“I know Matt,” she smiled, “I know.”



***



Nathans living room looked like a trainwreck. The sheets the girls had put out were drenched with sweat, and covered in clothes and camera equipment. A single camera remained attached to a tripod, aimed at the sofa and filming continuously.



The foursome had been fucking well into the evening, with over three hours of primo footage obtained for Trish and Viv’s site. Trish was indulging in her specialty, anal, while Jenny took control of the camera, trying her hand at the craft of professional pornographer.



Jenny focussed the camera on Trish’s asshole, as she rode Nathans cock up and down like a cowgirl. Nathan sat comfortably on the sofa, his legs spread wide to enable Jenny to get in nice and close with the camera. What she saw through the lens was quite remarkable; the worlds biggest cock sliding balls deep up Trish’s tight butthole. Her sphincter was stretched wide, yet maintaining a strong grip on his dick. Nathan could feel her ring squeezing tightly as she rode up and down, rotating her hips occasionally to allow his cock to sink even deeper.



“Oh Nathan, fuck my ass!!!” she yelled, stretching her asscheeks wide with her own hands. Viv locked lips with him in a fierce, frenzied kiss while he fucked her girlfriend anally.



“Oh fuck!!!” Trish exclaimed, allowing the full length to slide inside her in one motion.



Viv maintained her liplock, sucking at Nathans tongue and swallowing his spit. She loved feeling the brutality of his kiss, a perfect contrast to the sensuality of the female kiss that she was accustomed to. He dug his powerful tongue deep into her mouth, barely letting her escape for air.



Viv finally pulled away, hugging him close.



“Fuck my girlfriend”, she whispered softly to him, “fuck her ass and make her cum.”



Over the years, Nathan had acquired an intimate knowledge of both women’s bodies. From their experience together, he knew Trish was unique. She was one of the few women with a G-Spot up her ass. This meant she could reach orgasm from anal alone; experiencing a distinct anal orgasm that ripped through her body like wildfire.



Trish lowered herself down fully on the massive cock, feeling her insides stretching and moulding to accommodate it.



“Get in close Jenny,” she instructed, “I want you to film this…”



In one motion, Trish lifted her slender body off Nathans lap.



AAaAAHHH!” she moaned, as all 11 inches of rock hard cock slid out of her asshole, leaving it gaping wide open as Nathans giant phallus rested against her body.



Holy shit! Jenny muttered under her breath. She zoomed the camera close, filming Trish’s well lubricated, well fucked asshole. The camera zoomed closer, showing the soft pink lining of her spotlessly clean, glisteningly wet canal. Trish glanced over her shoulder, grinning at the wide eyed expression on the budding cameragirls face.



“It’s called a GAPE, sweety,” Trish chuckled, “maybe someday you can learn to do it too.”



No way, the teenager shook her head in bemusement, as Trish promptly reinserted all 11 inches inside her at once.



OOOOOAAAAAHHH!” she moaned, as the head of his cock passed her anal G-Spot, triggering the first in a line of deep anal orgasms. Jenny filmed closely as Trish’s body went into spasms, her chest rising and falling faster with each climax.



FUCK ME IN THE ASS!” she roared, her body and hair soaked with sweat.



“YEEEAAAH!”



Two, then three, then four mindblowing anal orgasms ripped through her body, her nipples standing erect as the pleasure spread from her ass to the rest of her body.



She inhaled a final gasp of air, before collapsing onto Nathans chest.



“Fuck,” she whimpered, her body still shaking as she came down from the height of orgasm. “That never gets old…”



She propped herself up with her hands, glancing into Nathans eyes as he maintained full penetration of her ass. “Are you ready to cum yet, big stud?” She gave her anal muscles a squeeze, enjoying the final moments of their intimacy before slowly dislodging herself from the giant horse cock.



Viv turned to Jenny, grinning into the camera. “Do you know what a cumswap is?”



“No,” Jenny murmured, giving her a puzzled look. “Do you do it with your hands?”



Viv, Trish and Nathan burst out laughing. Jenny sat still with a confused look on her face, “well, what is it?”



Trish stood up, removing her fingers from her ass and licking the lubrication and precum off them. She knelt before Jenny, with a stern look in her eyes.



“He’s going to cum in my mouth,” she smiled, “and then I’m going to pass it to you… then you’re going to swallow it.”



“Oh my….” Jenny replied, shocked.



“I have a better idea,” Nathan suggested, turning to Trish. “How about I fuck you in the ass again, then pull out and blow it all over your back.”



“Awww,” Jenny moaned, “but I want to swallow…”



The three giggled, before Viv gave her a kiss, “of course you can swallow, just lick it off my girlfriends back… and don’t forget to save some for me…”



Jenny grinned, the suggestion of licking the potent male sperm off the back of a beautiful woman made her wild with lust. The best of both worlds…



“And on the plus side, I get to take it up the ass again,” Trish smiled devilishly, curling a finger at Nathan. “C’mon.”



Trish stood on all fours on the soft carpet, presenting her beautiful ass for Nathan to mount. Meanwhile, Jenny handed over camera duties to the more experienced Viv, before latching her mouth onto Nathans balls. Viv filmed over Nathans shoulder, locking lips with him as he slowly stretched her girlfriends asshole back to maximum width. He mounted her from behind, the primal urge to cum rushing through his veins.



“It’s your turn, big boy” Viv moaned into his ear, her camera recording the cock sliding in and out in full lengths. “Give us your cum.” Nathans huge hands gripped Trish’s asscheeks, spreading them wide.



Argh,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure started to become unbearable. Trish’s tight sphincter was gripping his cock like a vice, sucking him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. He could feel the warm, soft lining of her intestines as they caressed his cock, her whole body acting in symphony as a cum draining machine. Jennys mouth was expertly sucking at each of his nuts, her mouth vibrating as she hummed and moaned at the visual spectacle of another woman being ass fucked.



“CUM ON ME!” Trish moaned, her voice becoming frantic as she felt the full length of Nathans cock filling her. He jackhammered her small body into submission, his cock trying to impregnate her the wrong way. She felt his balls slapping against her dormant pussy, his huge shaft ploughing away at the wrong hole.



“FUUUUUCK!” she screamed, as Jenny moved her mouth from Nathans balls to her clit. Nathan couldn’t hold the orgasm at bay, his body tensing up as his balls hugged tightly to his body, readying the sperm for ejaculation.



Viv could read the signs. She whipped the camera around to the side to film Nathans cumshot; 3 hours of pent up sperm rising from his balls to his shaft, waiting for the command from his brain to fire.



When he was certain he couldn’t hold it a second longer, he removed his cock from the confines of Trish’s soft, tight asshole and exploded.



AAAARRRGG!” he yelled, the orgasm burning intensely through his body. It was the most primal relief. Viv adjusted the camera just in time to witness a white stream of sperm fire one meter through the air, drenching her girlfriends back.



“Oh yes!” Trish grinned, feeling content that her asshole had done its work.



“MORE!” Jenny yelled, her mouth watering at the sight.



Jet after jet of warm, rich cum fired in great rockets from the tip of Nathans massive cock. His eyes rolled back as he felt the rush of adrenaline; 3 beautiful women begging for his cum, ready to drink it at his command.



“Oh my God! I’m soaked,” Trish laughed, her back covered in glistening cum. She could feel the warm wetness streaming down her back, ticking her in the most delightful way. Jenny licked her lips in anticipation, launching herself at the creamy load as Nathan watched.



“Wait!” Viv exclaimed. Jenny paused, her mouth inches from Trish’s body. “Slowly…”



Jenny gently lowered her tongue onto the steaming hot incline of Trish’s back. She lapped up a glob of fresh cum as it meandered its way down the slope of her back.



Viv smiled, “now look into the camera…”



Jenny scooped the remaining glob into her mouth, swilling it around before opening wide for Viv. The semen ebbed and flowed over her tongue and teeth; a sizeable mouthful for a first timer, Viv thought.



“Good,” she said, “now swallow…”



Jenny closed her eyes and gulped the mouthful down. “Yummy…” she looked into the camera, licking her fingers as the cum ran slowly down her throat. You just swallowed the king of porns jizz… on camera! she thought, her mind racing with excitement.



Jenny placed her mouth near the large area of cum pooling in the crevasse of Trish’s back. She gave a naughty smile to the camera, before slurping as much into her mouth as she could.



SSSSSLURP



“Mmmm,” she opened wide again, gazing alluringly up at Nathan. He returned her gaze, smiling contentedly. There was nothing like a woman who was willing to swallow your cum, he thought. Her eyes glowed with passion; so erotic, so submissive. In one gesture it was as though she was saying; there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to bring you pleasure.



Her tongue played with the sperm gently, coaxing it playfully. Jenny felt the connection as well, staring up into his eyes. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about swallowing his kids for the camera. It was about so much more…



“Swallow…” Viv ordered, before Jenny complied. This time, she took in a lungful of air, ensuring she experienced the full taste of the cum as she did so.



The taste would forever be programmed into her brain. She swallowed a second mouthful, then a third. Each time she loved it more; the taste almost bringing her off right there.



“God, I love your cum…” she grinned at him.



Nathan sat on his knees behind the girls, his eyes glazed over and his mind blank after the bliss of orgasm faded into quiet contentment.



“You have NO idea how amazing that looked…” Viv chuckled, reaching over Trish’s back and locking lips with Jenny.



“Oooh, you left me some,” Viv purred, as she licked the remaining cum off her lovers back. “Now open wide…”



Jenny was barely able to open her mouth before Vivs mouth wrapped around it, her tongue pushing the remaining cum into Jennys mouth in a passionate kiss.



“Oh you two…” Trish smiled over her shoulder, watching the two girls tongue lashing the cum.



“Did you get enough footage?” Jenny asked, as the final drops of sperm were swallowed.



“Definitely, you’re gonna make a great little pornstar.”



Jenny giggled in delight, before looking up at Nathan. “Did you have fun back there stud?”



“Hell yeah,” he smiled, “you girls wore me out.” He glanced at the time. 2am.



“Jesus,” Trish exclaimed, pointing to the clock.



Nathan slapped her on the butt, “Well, you’re welcome to stay the night. No use travelling home now.”



“Thanks Nathan,” Viv gave him a quick kiss, “you’re the best.”



“Wave goodbye to the camera, girls,” Viv pointed it in the direction of the ladies, who gave a weary wave.



“Goodnight everyone,” Jenny whispered, “see you next time…”



***



Lauren awoke early the next day, parting the curtains of the bedroom windows and closing her eyes as the intense morning sun came streaming in. Matt lay asleep, his body sweaty after a night of tossing and turning. Lauren hadn’t slept well either, her mind kept replaying the conversation with Matt over and over:



“I don’t want to be Nathans manager anymore.”



Had he really said that? Was I dreaming? She turned to her husband, as he grunted in his sleep.



It had come as quite the shock. Matt had never indicated his intention to leave the business. As useless as he was, Matt had made Nathan into a star. He had been there throughout his career; from the very beginning. Despite innumerable fuck ups, and offers from rival porn agents, Nathan had never given up on him. Nathans considerable paychecks had helped pay for their lifestyle as well, ensuring his manager and his kids enjoyed a comfortable life in LA.



She felt indebted to Nathan, yet also wanted what was best for Matt. Matt had been a great manager. But he was past his heyday. Sometimes, he pissed her off so much she couldn’t stand it.



She wandered into the kitchen, popping a Zanax into her mouth before swallowing it down with a heavy gulp. Suddenly, the world seemed so different. The future was unclear, a haze on the horizon. They had lived for Nathans career, and now it was coming to an end.



Will he still want to be with me? She wondered, shaking her head to rid it of the thought. She couldn’t even think about it.



“Good morning honey,” Matt strode wearily into the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table with a half empty glass of water.



Lauren looked away, her gaze distant and her body language disinterested. She didn’t know how to feel, whether to even look at him.



“I know how you must feel,” he murmured, staring blankly at the kitchen counter, “but just know this; what I’m doing is in Nathans best interests.”



“I know,” she replied, “you explained that last night.”



Matt knew she would be disappointed. But it had been a decision that he often thought about. It had kept him awake on many nights, and for many years. Managing the career of the worlds biggest pornstar had been demanding, but held its own rewards. It was difficult enough imagining a future for himself, let alone Lauren.



“I’ll miss it,” she moaned, “I’ll miss visiting the sets, watching him fuck…”



“You won’t,” Matt replied, “we can still watch, everything will be the same as before.”



“How do you know?” she asked, a hint of sadness in her voice. “Maybe he’ll just dump me.”



“He won’t,” Matt reassured her. “You two have so much history together. And he’ll be welcome around here anytime.”



“Anytime?” Lauren played with her hair, a glimmer of a smile appearing at the edges of her lips. “You promise?”



“Yeah,” Matt smiled, “you can fuck him anytime. You can fuck him in front of me. I’ll watch, I promise. I’ll be the cuckolded husband you always wanted me to be.”



Lauren paused, letting the information sink in before comforted him, knowing that it was a realization that was long overdue. “If thats your decision, then so be it. Hell, he’s the most famous pornstar in the world, he’ll find someone else to manage him.”



“You sure you’re OK with it?”



“Sure honey. Besides, we both know the workload was starting to get overwhelming for you.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, “and you’ve made more than enough money to support us.”



They both sat in silence, a feeling of relief washing over them with the finality of the decision.



“I’ll call him, let him know” Matt sighed.



“No,” Lauren interrupted, “let me do it. He’s gonna be angry…”



“Heh,” Matt smiled, “maybe you can let him take out his aggression on you this afternoon…”



Lauren picked up the receiver, a her lips gently curving to form a small smile. “Maybe…”

“Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written.”



*



“Hi white people!”



Mom and I quickly stood up, but remained motionless. Mom’s nipples hardened as a trio of black t-girls circled us. They couldn’t keep their eyes off our white asses and we couldn’t take our eyes off them.



The trio was visually striking. They were tall and very feminine looking. However, we would soon learn that they could fuck like men.



As they began slowly stripping, we observed that:



Keyarra sported long, straight hair and had a complexion only slightly darker than most white women. Although a little plump, she had a sexy body. Her feminine curves, big tits, and round ass would make any man hard. Under her black mini-skirt, she had a very large package like Tembi. Keyarra’s body was also hairless like the other two.



Tembi’s skin was a deep chocolate color and her hair was a kinky mass of velvet black. Tembi had an enchanting smile. She had luscious lips and her teeth were as white as Wonder Bread. She also had ample breasts.



Yazmeen was long and lean. She had long, reddish-blonde hair, and a high-cheek boned face. She gave us a playful smile as she slid her dress off her shoulders and slowly dropped it to the floor. She kept her red fishnet stockings and red high heels, accentuated her shapely legs and her oversized cock.



When someone said, “Let’s do them girls!” they instantly moved in. They began stroking, kissing, and feeling us up, until my head was spinning. The perfume, the physical beauty, the nakedness, the semi-darkness, the public theatre, my Mom – all contributed to my sensory overload.



I was at loss about what to do. I just stood there soaking it all in, until I heard Mom moan. I looked over to see Mom bent over. Long, black fingers had invaded her orifices. She quieted quickly, when a long black cock entered her mouth.



“Make it hard…so I can give your boy toy a good butt-fuckin’. Don’t worry little girl, you’ll both need Depends tomorrow…you should buy the variety pack… HA! HA!”



I was not upright for long. Someone pulled on my arm, until I was kneeling, and then pushed my shoulders forward, until I was prone on my belly.



As I turned my head around, Keyarra sat on my ass, squirted some lube into my crack, squeezed my ass cheeks together, and then began slowly fucking her erection between them. The sensuality was unbelievably relaxing.



“Okay Honey…my big cock is ready for some deep plowing…yo white ass ready?”



I nodded. I assumed my butt hole was loosened and ready to go, but as Keyarra’s butt-stretcher began to open my ass up…it was much bigger than I had realized.



In a little discomfort, I looked up at Mom. Tembi’s cock had stretched her dainty mouth into an obscene ‘O’. Gag tears were running down her cheeks and long strings of spittle and precum were hanging from her lips.



I was quickly distracted when Keyarra rose up into a push-up and began drilling my ass. After just a few strokes, I was reduced to grunting like a pig. I couldn’t hear anything else, see anything, let alone think, until Keyarra moaned and began ejaculating her warm semen into my colon.



When Keyarra pulled her cock out of my soaked, sucking asshole, she asked, “Who else wants some tight, but well-lubed white booty?”



As I slowly turned my head to see who was next, I saw Mom dutifully open her mouth as Keyarra approached her with her glistening, cum-dripping, black cock. Keyarra appeared to meanly push her slimy cock all the way down Mom’s throat.



Mom’s face contorted grotesquely. Her eyes were bugged out, her nostrils were flared, and her mouth was obscenely stretched wide around a cock that had just filled my ass with cum.



I attempted to get up, but Tembi reached down and gave me a little push back. She then grabbed Mom’s arm and gently pulled her to kneeling position over me, despite Keyarra’s playful indignation.



“You’re a lucky boy toy,” Tembi said. “You’re going to have the pleasure of seeing me butt-fuck your little girlfriend… You’re going to have the best seat in the house.”



Mom knew the drill. She assumed the position. She raised her ass to be sodomized.



My head was held in place by Mom’s smooth thighs. I could easily see her gaped pussy and twitching asshole directly above me.



I was also able to get a really good look at Tembi’s genitalia. Her cock was thickly veined and her smooth, charcoal-colored nut sack hung low, weighed down by two large egg-sized testicles.



“So nice of you Yaz…to lube her up for me,” Tembi chortled as her purple, bulbous cockhead slowly expanded Mom’s anus, until her cockhead popped into Mom’s asshole.



When I heard Mom groan deeply, I looked down my body, through Mom’s thighs. Her mouth was frozen open. Hopefully, in a rictus of sheer delight.



“Fuck that white girl’s ass, Tembi…she wants her ass fucked…just like her boy toy…”



Encouraged, Tembi began guiding his long, black shaft, inch by inch through Mom’s bulging anus. Sure, I had seen all kinds of pictures of beer cans, wine bottles, etc., stuck up women’s asses and knew what it felt like, too, but Mom’s anal impalement was amazing to see so close up.



At the halfway mark, I saw Mom’s anus remarkably strain to open wider and then the head of Tembi’s huge tool, suddenly, popped out. Keyarra and Yazmeen clapped and hooted as trapped air escaped from Mom’s gaping, anal cavern.



After Tembi had admired the hole her cock had created, she shifted her body. She got up on one knee, planted her foot, leaned over me, and grabbed Mom’s hips, again. The Tembi butt-fucking show was about to begin in earnest.



Tembi began rocking her thick cock backward and forward a few times in Mom’s ass, gaining momentum, before relentlessly twisting and thrusting her cock into Mom’s rectum. Tembi exhibited her full array of butt-fucking skills – for several minutes and even talked smack.



“You like that, don’t you? Gettin’ butt fucked. Like bein’ ass raped…don’t cha’. You’re our bitch, now! Our butt-fuckin’ ho bitch! Does that make your pussy wet? You’re both our bitches! Big, black cock whores! Now open yo mouth, girl!”



I felt one of the t-girls straddle my legs and, although I couldn’t see, I could tell by Tembi’s arm movements that he had grabbed the back of Mom’s hair and had begun using it like a handle, pumping her head back and forth. With good reason, I assumed that Mom was getting face-fucked by another huge, sperm launcher.



After a couple of minutes, Tembi’s balls, nearing orgasm, began to rise. However, Tembi slowed her thrusts. I would soon discover – and feel why.



Mom must have been close to cumming, too. Her body was rocking back and forth harder and her fingernails had begun to dig into my thighs. I could also hear her pre-orgasmic cries, even though the fat cock in her mouth muffled them.



“I’m about to fill her ass up,” Tembi gasped as her body stiffened. “Aaahhh! Watch! I’m gonna cum in both of ‘em… Oh, shit! I’m… Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!”



Tembi quickly and roughly pulled her spurting cock out of Mom’s rectum, causing to Mom to yelp and push out a great glob of cum. I quickly closed my eyes as the sperm splattered on my face.



Before I could react further, Tembi scooped my legs up, and plunged her glistening, throbbing cock straight into my unsuspecting asshole. My hips bucked liked crazy and I yelped, too, as Tembi penetrated me, completing her orgasm!



“Next,” Tembi wheezed as she pulled her cock of me. After a pause Tembi said, “Here, clean your asses off my cock. Clean it good…be gentle, too.”



As Mom sucked cock, again, my bleary eyes fastened on Yazmeen’s massive rod. It was probably over ten-inches long and it looked menacingly hard.



Seeing me staring, Yazmeen said, “Just relax and enjoy. I’m just gonna fuck your girl’s ass, until she cums screaming…that’s all… Now watch! I’m gonna go right up your bitch’s ass…in one push.”



Yazmeen then crouched over Mom’s ravaged ass and grabbed her hips. However, much to my relief, she gently lowered her thick meat right into Mom’s dilated asshole.



“Fuck…she’s still fuckin’ tight!” Yazmeen exclaimed.



When Yazmeen’s cock had disappeared into Mom’s ass, he said, “Look bitch! I got all ten inches up your girl’s ass! Jealous?”



I am sure it wasn’t everyday Yazmeen could slide her big, black cock into a beautiful, white woman’s hiney and immediately begin fucking it with deep, long strokes. No, I wasn’t necessarily jealous. I could have Mom’s upturned ass whenever I wanted.



“Just keep watchin’. As a matter of fact…help me fuck her ass.”



Yazmeen pulled out of Mom a couple of inches, and told me to grab her shaft and move it in a circular motion. I reached up with both hands, took hold of her wet, meaty shaft, and began to stir it Mom’s ass.



“Damn, she’s got good muscle control,” Yazmeen chortled.



With the big cockhead purposefully rubbing Mom’s g-spot, her sexual pleasure became excruciatingly euphoric. She even cooed when Yazmeen would occasionally break the cycle by pushing all ten-inches up her.



It did not take Mom to feel her first anal spasm. I could see it radiate out of her rectum and into her abdomen. It made her flat belly flutter.



As Mom’s cycle of spasms intensified, I could see her anus straining to expel Yazmeen’s monster-sized cock. However, the harder Mom pushed, the deeper her ass sucked it in.



“Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Cum in me…please cum in me… Aaahhh!”



When Yazmeen felt Mom’s bowels open up, she hollered, “She’s cumming girls! Watch!”



As Mom continued to writhe in pleasure, she burbled, “Ooohhh Baby, can you feel it? I want you to feel her spurting into me…”



I quickly put the palm of my left hand up against Mom’s stomach, just in time to feel her guts indent and ripple as Yazmeen’s engorged, cockhead forced its way through her rectum and into her colon. On cue, Yazmeen’s cock wrenched and began detonating multiple ounces of semen into Mom’s undulating bowels.



“Ooohhh…Baby! That was so hot,” Mom purred after her orgasms subsided.



Amazed, Yazmeen blurted out, “Damn! I ain’t ever had a fuck like this!”



When Yazmeen finally pulled, and none too gently, his cock out of Mom’s gaping asshole, Keyarra grabbed Mom’s hips and lowered her sticky rump onto my face. Mom’s quivering, sperm-ringed asshole now was pressed against my mouth.



Tembi spread Mom’ ass cheeks apart just I began to wonder how I was supposed to breathe. Gratefully, I quickly inhaled just as a warm stream of cum began to flow out of Mom’s ass.



“Push,” one of the t-girls said. “Feed your boy.” “Finger your pussy,” another said.



Mom obediently leaned back, her ass almost smothering me, again, arched her back, and began rubbing her clit. Almost immediately, Mom hollered out and started bucking wildly.



In self-defense, I reached my arms out, clamped my hands around Mom’s waist to prevent her bucking ass from crushing my face. As I pushed her ass up, more warm cum began pouring out, flooding my mouth and face.



I began swallowing the tangy, salty sperm as fast as I could. I must have swallowed about four of five times before the flow of sperm slowed to a trickle.



Suddenly, an ungodly moan came deep out of Mom. I saw her anus try to tighten, but the force in her bowels was too powerful.



Moments later, Mom’s ass began expelling loud, squishy, wet farts. Her next groan was one of unbelievable embarrassment. She grabbed her heaving stomach and rolled off me as raucous laughter emanated from the t-girls.



Attempting to be cool like it happened to me every day, I calmly dabbed at some of the cum on my splattered face with my finger. Pretending to be curious, I looked at it and then tasted it.



Before my red-faced Mom could move another muscle, we heard, “Spread your legs, little momma! Time to be bred.”



Keyarra then kneeled down, lifted Mom’s legs, and pushed them back to her chest. Her reward was one of the hardest cocks she had ever felt plunging all the way up her pussy.



Mom grunted like a stuck pig after each womb wrenching thrust. Of course, Tembi picked on that and began mocking Mom.



“Your black baby will be worth the pain, little, white momma. When his big black head comes out of your pussy – you’ll wish it was one of our cocks fucking you!”



As if Tembi’s mocking was not enough, he began to try to humiliate Mom further by spanking her face with his semi-hard, black cock. However, I am not sure Mom heard any of Tembi’s smug rap or even noticed the spanks on her reddening cheeks. Mom was gritting her teeth and appeared to be concentrating on her upcoming orgasm.



Tembi did get Mom’s full attention, though, when she jammed her black finger into Mom’s twitching asshole. A loud, primal grunt of pleasure erupted deep within Mom as her body stiffened. Contractions noticeably rippled from her belly to her pussy.



Broken water mains had nothing on my squealing Mom. Her powerful ejaculations soaked everything in the line of fire.



Keyarra was not fazed. She had been there and done that. She continued to pound the full length of her cock into Mom as her pussy tried to clamp around his cock.



Tired of watching Keyarra, Yazmeen and Keyarra decided to spit roast me. I assumed the position next to Mom.



As one semi-hard cock was pushed into my slack anus and the other went into my mouth. Before long, both cocks were hard and feverishly fucking my tender orifices.



When Tembi withdrew her cock and stuck in Mom’s hot mouth for a change pace, I felt my rectum open up completely. Yazmeen felt it, too and began forcefully reaming my bucking, naked body.



Perhaps overcome with passion, Yazmeen leaned her head forward and stuck her tongue into my mouth. Normally, I do not do tongues, but for whatever reason, I sucked it down my throat as if it were a cock. Yazmeen groaned in ecstasy and her cock noticeably swelled.



“You feel that?” Yazmeen asked. Not waiting for me to respond, she pushed her cock even deeper up my ass and then held still. I closed my eyes as she looked down into my face. I nodded as I watched the stars.



When Tembi reached over and started masturbating me, Yazmeen stopped fucking me to watch, but left me impaled. In no time, I was flailing like a stuck pig on her cock as another earth shattering orgasm swept over me.



“Oh yeah. Just ride yo momma,” Yazmeen exclaimed.



Excitedly Yazmeen grabbed my hips and began working her hips up and down like a bouncing diving board. Her cock was so deep in me that I wanted to holler, but I couldn’t — cum was spraying out of my cock.



“Yes! I’m cumming, too!” Keyarra gasped



Seconds later, Keyarra was furiously fucking huge loads of warm cum into Mom’s stretched out pussy. Apparently, Mom felt him spurting and came, too.



My orgasm was complete I didn’t even feel Yazmeen relieved herself in my ass. Only when she pulled out of me, did I feel her warm cum vacate my hot hole.



“Oh yes,” Tembi said when Yazmeen’s cock cleared my ass. “It’s time for your other momma to fuck your butt, lil’ darlin’!”



Tembi walked over to where I was laying, easily rolled my limp body back over, knelt over my butt, spread my reddened ass cheeks wide, and then easily slid her hard cock past my slack sphincter rings. The slow descent of her cock made it seem very, very long.



To my surprise, she did not bottom out. I guess my bowels were still wide open.



At first, Tembi started slowly pumping her cock in and out of me, but then quickly picked up speed, until she was slamming every inch into me. There was no way my exhausted anal muscles could squeeze or even grasp her rock hard cock. I just laid there, on my belly, as she fucked all of Yazmeen’s cum out of me.



When Tembi proclaimed, “Shit! White boy is gonna make me cum!” she placed both of her big paws on the arch of my back and pushed down hard. I groaned as her fat cock dramatically expanded, right before it began firing salvos of cum into me.



“One for the road,” Yazmeen said and as he presented his gooey cock to Mom. He then grabbed her ears and began skull-fucking her. His cock looked so much wider than Mom’s petite mouth.



“Look at her throat,” Keyarra snickered. “Look at the indentation!”



After a couple of minutes, Yazmeen pulled out of Mom’s mouth and began rifling his saliva-coated cock with his hand. Still horny, Keyarra began jacking, too.



Apparently, Yazmeen needed a little extra stimulation to cum, again. He asked Mom to stick her finger up as his ass.



“Me, too,” Keyarra chimed in.



I smiled broadly as Mom reached under their butts and inserted each of her forefingers. I knew first hand that Mom was very familiar with men’s prostates and that her talented fingers could coax an orgasm out of dead man.



I wasn’t wrong. Both their cocks stiffened about a minute later and after another minute, Yazmeen asked Keyarra if she was ready. When Keyarra grunted, Mom wisely closed her eyes.



“Time…to shoot baby doll…all over your face! We’re going to paint your pretty face white girl! Fuck! Here it cums! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!”



The two t-girls hosed Mom’s face. By the time they were through, her eyes were blanked with semen and sperm bubbles were oozing out of her tiny nostrils.



When the t-girls left a couple of minutes later, I crawled over to Mom, affectionately put my arm around her, and then began gently licking all the sperm off her face. I tried to emulate what a pussy cat would do with a full plate of cream.



At some point, Mom said, “I came hard watching you take those horse cocks…”



“When you came that one time…on that guy…girl…”



“I know…I was so hot…I…I came all over her. I couldn’t help it.”



“Sorry…but that was…was funny!”



“What do you want do?”



I shrugged my shoulders as Mom and I stood up, stretched, and began searching for our clothes. However, when I saw Mom bend over to pick up her bib, her ass cheeks seductively parted. I immediately knew what I wanted to do.



I walked up behind Mom and gently let my hardening cock contact her anus. Mom didn’t even bother to turn around. She obediently bent at the waist, spread her legs, and as she reached back to spread her cheeks, she chortled, “I won’t be able to shit for a week.”



“Mom…can we do it missionary…anal?”



Sure, I realized that the missionary position wasn’t the best position for anal, but I wanted to see Mom’s face and feel her breasts and hard nipples against my chest. I wanted to feel her chest blush…when she came.



After Mom positioned herself on her back, I mounted her, reached down, and as I aimed my erection at her asshole, Mom wrapped her sexy legs around my waist. When I looked down at her, she said, “That’s right. I want you deep.”



Mom’s wide-eyed sincerity weakened me. I suddenly gushed, “I guess this is role reversal. I’ve just been fucked like a woman, by women, and in front of a woman…and now…I am fucking a real woman. I really needed this…thank you…”



A couple of minutes later, the distinct plop, plop, plop sound of my hips slamming against Mom’s smooth thighs echoed loudly in the room.



It did not take long for either of us to cum. As my cum began spilling into Mom’s juicy rectum, her belly began its orgasmic dance, for the umpteenth time. I held her close as she came and passionately kissed her. Mom returned my kisses with great fervor.



A few days later, I overheard Mom on her cell. She was talking quietly so I listened to some of the conversation.



“…He got behind me and started swallowing down the semen leaking from my asshole. I couldn’t believe that he would want to eat me out with all that jazz seeping out of from my…ass… Yes! No! He didn’t hesitate. I just pushed my butt into his face and he started slurping up the cum. Yes! Inside me! It was fantastic!”

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