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Skin-a-max: The Celebrity Car Wash

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not know Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, Chloe Moretz, Miley Cyrus, Hailee Steinfeld, Jennifer Lawrence, Victoria Justice, Sofia Vergara, or have anything to do with them. I do not own or have anything to do with the state of Miami or any car washes there in. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Code: M+/F+, F+/F+, Exhib, Voy,

Skin-a-max Presents The Celebrity Car Wash Starring Selena Gomez
By Muhabba

Chapter 1

In her large, lush, extremely private backyard, next to her Olympic sized, lavishly ornate pool, Selena Gomez lounged on her plush recliner barely wearing a small, zebra striped bikini. The sun gleamed on her honey bronzed skin as small beads of sweat rolled down her brown flesh. Her long, raven black hair flowed around her beautiful face as her scarlet painted lips pursed to suck more cold lemonade from her straw. Small drops of condensation dropped from her chilled glass onto her abundant chest causing her already hard nipples to pulse as she sat the glass back down and readjusted her large framed sunglasses.

Her delicate hand picked up a bottle of Cocoa Butter and squirted several drops of the white liquid onto her impressive chest, over her flat stomach and down her lean legs. The liquid stood out against her tan skin as she slowly rubbed it into the supple flesh of her legs and thighs. Her deft hands slid across her stomach and up to her now heaving chest. A moan escaped past her puckered lips as she rubbed her palms across the upper mounds of her firm breasts, her pink painted fingernails dipping just inside of her small top, teasing herself.

The former child star’s thighs rubbed together as she moaned again and slowly pulled her bikini cups to the sides, revealing her firm, medium sized breasts and her hard, brown nipples. She cooed lustfully as she lovingly pinched the tips of her tits, rolling the sizzling nubs between her fingertips as she spread her golden legs open. One of her hands slid lazily down her shimmering body to just above the start of her bikini bottoms and began making lazy circles around her lower abdomen, still teasing herself. Goosebumps of anticipation broke out across her sun kissed skin as she dipped her fingers just beneath her bottoms to just above her wet slit.

The singer gasped out as her fingertip found her excited clit and she played with one of her tender tits with her other hand. Her hips raised up to meet her hand as she played with her juicy mound and tugged her nipple up, pulling the firm nub out from her chest before releasing it and causing her firm orb to jiggle slightly as it resumed it’s natural teardrop shape. She gasped and moaned in erotic pleasure as she enjoyed what her talented fingers did to her young, ripe body completely exposed and alone in her back yard.

"Madra de dios!’" a voice gasped out from behind Selena, startling her.

"What the fuck!" Selena shouted as she jumped to her feet, pulling her hand out of her soaked bikini bottoms but forgetting about her exposed breasts. "Manuel, is that you?" she demanded, stamping her foot in defiance and causing her unencumbered tits to jiggle on her chest.

"No," Manuel gasped as the aging gardener struggled to get his erection back into his overalls. "I mean si, Senorita Gomez," he said as he finally managed to zip himself up and slid his work belt around to cover the tent in his pants. "Did you need something, Senorita?" he asked innocently.

Selena glared at him, her fists on her hips. "How long have you been standing there?" she demanded.

Manuel ran a hand as nonchalantly as he could through his salt and pepper hair, trying not to stare at Selena’s exposed breasts and bring attention to the fact that she had left her tits hanging out. "I… I just arrived. Did you need something?"

Selena let her anger dissipate. She had such a soft spot for Manuel, she could never stay mad at him, no matter how many times she caught him leering at her, peeking into her windows, following her around the yard, taking pictures of her, hiding cameras in her toilets… "Maybe it’s time to get a new gardener?" she wondered before letting herself relax completely. "No, I guess not," she answered, "Let me walk you out."

Manuel stumbled out of the bushes and Selena giggled at his clumsiness before sliding her arm into his, pressing her nubile body innocently against him. "Oh Manuel, I can never stay mad at you," she giggled as they walked to the back exit of the yard, her young tits jiggling with every step. "You have a good day," she said as she held the gate open for him and he stumbled onto the sidewalk. "I’ll see you next week," she said cheerfully as she waved good-bye.

"Si, Senorita Gomez," Manuel said as Selena closed the gate and he muttered, "At least I hope so." He walked to the end of the sidewalk and opened up the side of his van before taking his work belt off and throwing it into the back just as a yellow Lamborghini screeched to a stop behind his van. His eyes were drawn hypnotically to a pair of long, slender legs as they unfolded out of the driver side door, a pair of high waisted shorts hugging a tight little ass, a halter top barely concealing a pair of small tits, and a flirty smirk on Taylor Swift’s angelic face.

"Hey, Manuel," Taylor greeted the older man as she waved her long, lustrous blonde hair out of her eyes. "How’s it going?"

Manuel’s eyes locked onto the hard tips of Taylor’s firm tits and he licked his lips hungrily.

Taylor’s long legs carried her to the gardener and she looked down between them. "Now exactly what tool is that?" she asked playfully as Manuel looked down at the tent in his overalls.

Chapter 02

While Taylor teased the aging gardener, Selena stepped into her large house and shivered. She looked down at her exposed breasts and shrugged. "Oh well, Manuel can just consider it a tip I guess," she thought before tucking her tan tits back into her top and walking into her spacious living room, flopping down on her couch. She crossed her legs as she grabbed her phone and quickly dialed her uncle’s number and barely had to wait for two rings before she heard a hello. "Uncle Esteban?" she squealed out in glee.

"Sorry, Sel, it’s Steve," her nerdish little step-cousin answered.

Selena rolled her eyes. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her cousin, it was just that he was such a geek about her being a celebrity. "Oh hi, Stevie."

"It’s so good to hear from you," Steve gushed. "How have you been? How’s L.A.? Have you met anybody? I bet you hang out in all the best clubs, don’t you? Are you touring anywhere soon? I bet you’ve been all over, haven’t you? Do you know Katy Perry? How ’bout Miley…"

"Steve!" Selena shouted, interrupting her fan boy cousin. "I told you before, not all celebrities know each other. I only know a few."

"Ohhh…" Steve moaned reverently. "Which ones?"

Selena rolled her eyes and giggled at Steve’s enthusiasm. "Well, me and Taylor Swift are pretty close. Mostly ‘cuz we have the same problems with boys."

"This is going to make a great fucking song," Taylor gasped out in pleasure as she rode Manuel’s hard cock. The old gardener’s lips we’re sucking hungrily at her rose pink nipples as he palmed and squeezed her tight ass-cheeks. She braced her hands against the ceiling of the van as she drove her wet, tight pussy down again and again on his shaft, moaning as her hot cunt parted around and then squeezed his prick. She ground her sizzling clit against him, rocking her slender hips back and forth as she pistoned up and down, groaning as he nursed at her small chest. His stubbly skin scratched enticingly against her sensitive skin as he switched from one tit to the other and she cooed in pleasure.

The winsome songstress pushed him away from her chest so that he was flat on his back to give her more room to move, her long legs cramping inside of the small van. She leaned forward, her small tits dangling just out of Manuel’s reach as she changed her angle and began thrusting herself back and forth. His spongy cock-head slid over her G-spot and her hard clit scrapped against his groin with every thrust, rock, and roll of her slender hips. She groaned lustfully as one of his hands slid up from her tight, little ass and to her chest, easily palming her small breast. His rough palm scraped against the erect nub of her nipple and caused her to shudder as she moaned and then suddenly gasped out, "Oh fuck! I’m gonna get a Grammy for this fucking song!"

Rolling her eyes in frustration, Selena tried to get a word in while Steve drolled on. "Steve, and I talk to Uncle…" she tried to interrupt her cousin.

"How ’bout Miley Cyrus?" Steve blurted out. "Do you know Miley? Can you get me an autograph?" he asked excitedly. "She’s my favorite. She did this one song about a blow fish this one time…"

"Yes, I know Miley,’ Selena said, still trying not to giggle at her cousin’s frustrating enthusiasm. "I’ll get you her autograph next time I see her."

Across town, Miley walked back and forth slowly in her dressing room, carefully inspecting the ten naked men that security had pulled out of the audience during her show. She hadn’t bothered to shower after her concert since she’d be getting sweaty again in a few minutes and her short, punky hair was plastered to her head. Her flesh colored rubber shirts and halter top squeaked as she poked two of the fans in their foreheads. "You two can sit down," said as the other eight men filled in the now open spots. "Now let’s see what the rest of you are working with," she said with a sense of anticipation as she grabbed the nearest two cocks in her hands and tugged softly on them until they were throbbing in her hands. She repeated the process until she had eight hard pricks pointed directly at her and appraised each one.

"Oh my," Miley gasped as she came to the largest of the pointed cocks. "Porn much?" she chuckled.

The fan blushed and looked down sheepishly. "Uh, no, ma’am."

Miley threw off her top, her small breasts jiggling, her pink nipples hard with excitement, and grabbed the fan’s dick, pulling him over to the couch. "You will now," she giggled before looking at the other nine fans. "You boys can watch," she said magnanimously before laying down and spreading her slender legs wide, turning her attention back to her fan and using her grip on his cock to pull him between her open thighs. "Hope you like licking ass ‘cuz I’m in a mood tonight."

On her couch, Selena’s cousin kept going on his celebrity wish list, "How ’bout Brad Pitt? Do you know…"

"Steve!" Selena shouted, "Can you please, for the love of God, put Uncle Esteban on?"

"Alright, alright. You don’t need to yell," Steve said. "Hey! Pops! Selena’s on the phone," he shouted loud enough to make Selena wince.

"Selena, is that you, chica?" Uncle Esteban asked cheerfully.

Selena sighed in relief to hear her uncle’s voice rather than Steve’s. "Yeah, Uncle Esteban. I’m soooo excited to be seeing you soon."

"Me too, chica, me too. Everything still set?"

Selena excitedly nodded her head. "Yep. I just wanted to make sure everything was set with you."

"Everything’s fine down here. You’ll be here tomorrow, right?" Esteban asked.

"Yep," Selena answered. "I’m just waiting for my friend Taylor to show up and help me finish packing."

Outside of Selena’s house, Manuel’s van was rocking. "Oh God gimme another hit, Manuel!" Taylor screamed out from on her hands and knees, "gimme another hit and make it go platinum!" She rocked her tight body back, her small ass rippling slightly as the aging gardener’s hips smacked against it. "And stick your thumb in my ass!"

On his knees behind Taylor, Manuel was simply holding on to her slender hips for dear life. Sweat was pouring down his flushed face and his heart was pounding far too fast in his chest. He tried to work up enough spit to lubricate his thumb but his mouth was as dry as the California desert but if the willowy singer wanted a thumb up the ass she was going to get a thumb.

Taylor growled in pleasure as she felt Manuel work his finger between her coltish legs and then slowly slide his thumb into her tight ass using her own slick juices. Her petite tits jiggled underneath her with each thrust as she shoved herself back to meet the gardener’s thrusts. "It’s gonna be a hit!" she shrieked as she came, her entire young body seizing up like a spring as she fell forward, Manuel’s cock sliding out of he gushing pussy with a wet slurp and his thumb falling out of her ass with a obscene pop.

The svelte songstress looked up and behind her as Manuel jerked his cock, aiming it down at her up turned ass. With a grunt he came, splattering his warm seed across her hip and thigh before collapsing back on his naked rear-end. "Thanks, Manuel. I needed that," she said as she began looking for her brief bits of clothing. "Be sure to look in my liner notes for your name, ‘kay?"

After cleaning up her sticky thighs and Manuel’s cum, Taylor got dressed, which didn’t take long since she rarely wore underwear, and opened the side door of the van. "See you later," she said as she waved merrily and made her way to the front door of Selena’s house. "Sel, you here?" she called out as she entered.

"In the living room," Selena shouted back. She turned her attention back to her uncle on the phone, "Taylor’s here to help me pack, Uncle Esteban. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you," before hanging up.

Taylor strode into the large living room. "Wow, hot bikini," she said as she stared lustfully at her friend’s barely concealed body. "Who was that? Anybody I should be jealous of?"

"No, silly," Selena giggled as Taylor wiggled her tongue at her. "That was my Uncle Esteban, the one that owns a car wash in Miami."

On the other side of the country Selena’s step-cousin looked worriedly at his father. "You don’t look excited at getting to see Selena again," Steve said to Esteban as he readjusted his wire frame glasses. He ran his fingers through his unruly black hair as he stared down at his tired looking dad.

"Oh, it’s not that," Esteban said from below his bushy mustache, unconsciously mirroring his son by running his fingers through his own unruly but thinner hair. He readjusted himself in his rolling chair, patted his large stomach, belched and grabbed for his ulcer medication. "And you should watch your crush on her, she’s your cousin."

"Step-cousin," Steve said defensively.

"That’s besides the point," Esteban chided his son as he looked over his skinny frame. "You should be looking for a good girl. Make me some grand babies to bounce on my knee."

Steve sighed. "This has nothing to do with my lack of luck with women. What’s bothering you, papa?"

Esteban waved his beefy arms at the piles of bills covering his desk. "All these bills! I fear I’ve dug myself quite a big hole trying to keep this car wash open. Plus that bastard Vic Surge keeps coming by every other day trying to buy me out."

"Why don’t you ask Selena for a loan?" Steve asked.

"I will do no such thing!" Esteban said angrily. "I was not put on this Earth to be a burden on this family."

Suddenly Steve stumbled on his feet and knocked over several piles of bills. "Sorry, sorry," he muttered.

Esteban threw his arms up in frustration as his son began picking up the fallen mail. "How do you trip while standing?"

"Practice?" Steve said meekly as he picked up the mail on the floor and his skinny behind bumped against the desk knocking over several more piles. "So why don’t you sell the car wash to Vic Surge?"

"No!" Esteban shouted out in Spanish. "That man has no honor when it comes to car washes! I will not give a monopoly on car washes to a man with no honor."

"Yes, papa," Steve said in exasperation as he placed a pile of bills on the desk and they immediately slid off.

"And no mentioning this to your cousin," Esteban ordered.


"She has her own life to live and I will not have her worrying about this old man."

Steve rolled his eyes in frustration. "Yes, papa."

Looking up at her friend as the slender blonde walked through her living room, Selena could tell that something was up. Selena cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at Taylor. "What are you humming?"

"Oh, just thinking up a new song," Taylor said as she flopped down on the couch next to Selena.

Selena sighed dramatically. "For crying out loud, who did you fuck this this time?"

"Your gardener, Manuel," Taylor said matter of factly as she tucked her long legs underneath her.

"Oh my God," Selena gasped. "You can’t just go around fucking random strangers."

"Manuel is not just some random stranger," Taylor said defensively. "I’ve met him, like, two or three different times. Besides, I can’t help it. Sex is my Muse."

"Phttt, please," Selena said as she rolled her eyes. "Your vagina is like a vending machine. Insert a penis and music comes out."

"Not just a penis," Taylor giggled as she slapped Selena’s tan thigh. "Now, some hot, sexy Latina promised me some wine to help her pack. Where’s the booze."

"Wine is not booze," Selena giggled. "At least not for as much as I paid for it. It’s in the kitchen so I’ll meet you out back."

Lounging by the pool both young women made quick work of their first bottle and we’re halfway through the second. A deep, warm, fuzzy buzz filled their nubile bodies as they reclined in their chairs letting their exposed, glistening skin soak up the California sun.

"I’m feeling pretty damn good right now," Taylor said languidly.

"Me too," Selena said with a distinctive slur. "Soooo relaxed."

Taylor grinned wolfishly at her drunk friend. "Why don’t you roll over on your stomach and I’ll put lotion on your back?"

"Good idea," Selena slurred before clumsily rolling over.

Taylor, far less drunk than her friend, grabbed the sunscreen and straddled Selena, sitting comfortably on her friend’s plump ass. She squirted the lotion on the sexy Latina’s exposed back and felt Selena shiver beneath her own already damping pussy. "Better get this out of the way," she said as she untied Selena’s barely there bikini.

"Good idea," Selena slurred drunkenly again as she rested her head on her arms.

Taylor grinned wickedly as she slowly began massaging the oil into her friend’s pliant flesh and began softly grinding her cloth covered cunt against Selena’s barely covered ass. Her nimble fingers worked across her drunk friend’s shoulders, down her graceful back, and up her silky sides to where her flattened breasts we’re bulging out. She let her fingertips dance across the honey colored skin of Selena’s warm body, drawing an appreciative moan from the sexy beauty. She continued softly humping herself against Selena’s little bubble butt as she leaned down slowly and pressed her slender chest against her drunk friend’s sun kissed back.

Selena drunkenly giggled as she felt her friend’s hard nipples pressing into her back through the blonde singer’s halter-top. "Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. Swift?" she slurred.

"Mmm hmm," Taylor groaned as she slid her top off and pressed her small, naked tits against Selena’s bare back, grinding her horny pussy against the dark skinned young woman’s barely covered ass.

Selena groaned as Taylor rubbed herself against her. "I’m beginning to think you purposefully got me drunk just to take advantage of me," she jokingly accused her friend.

Taylor nuzzled against Selena’s neck and whispered in a low, throaty moan, "It’s the only time you let me fuck you." She slid sensuously down the length of her friend’s hot body until her face was hovering over the Latina’s hit ass. She slid her hands beneath the thin material and pulled it down until Selena’s tan rear-end was fully exposed to her greedy eyes. She licked and then kissed each cheek and Selena moaned pleasantly and opened her legs slightly giving Taylor room to slide down until she was laying between her friend’s supple thighs.

Taylor slowly licked down the crack of Selena’s luscious ass, over her little rosebud of an asshole until her tongue was lightly circling the wet entrance to the bronze singer’s hot pussy. Her mouth watered at the sight of her friend’s pink folds and she hungrily began lapping at her fellow singer’s tasty juices. "Your pussy tastes like honey," she groaned as she shoved her bubble gum pink tongue as far as she could into Selena’s wet hole.

Selena laid placidly and enjoyed the feel of Taylor licking her. Singing wasn’t Taylor’s first talent no matter how good she was at it and neither was licking pussy even though she was better at it than singing. After a few minutes Selena gasped out in need for her friend’s true talent, "My ass, Taylor. Lick my ass please."

Taylor slowly slipped her tongue out of Selena’s pussy and replaced it with two of her fingers. "For someone who only wants me when she’s drunk, you’re awfully bossy," she giggled as she sawed her fingers in and out of Selena’s tight hole.

Slurring her words, Selena began pleading with Taylor, "I want you, I need you, just please lick my ass!"

"Yes, princess," Taylor smirked before extending her tongue as far as she could and quickly spearing Selena’s puckered rosebud as she slid her fingers along the horny Latina’s G-spot and was immediately rewarded with Selena’s orgasm. The horny singer’s entire body tightened and spasmed, her ass clenching around Taylor’s tongue and her pussy clutching her fingers.

"Fuck, Taylor! Yes!" Selena cried out as she came, her entire body twitching and shuddering as she rode out her orgasm.

As Taylor felt Selena’s body begin to relax she pulled her tongue and fingers out and stood up, dusting off her knees. "My turn," she announced.

Selena’s dark eyes fluttered as she stared blearily at the friend. “Together, okay?” she asked as she slowly moved around onto her back.

Taylor grinned and stood up. “Whatever the princess wants,” she said as she peeled down her tight shorts and then laid down on top of Selena.

They kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling wetly together as they pressed their nude bodies together, Selena’s larger tits engulfing Taylor’s smaller breasts. They slowly ground their wet pussies together, firmly humping up against each other before each girl slid an arm between their lustful bodies, Selena slipping two of her fingers into Taylor’s wet cunt and Taylor slipping two fingers into Selena.

With a practiced ease the horny celebrities began writhing against each other, their talented fingers sliding deep inside of their tight pussies and causing them to moan out in shared pleasure. Selena leaned her head up and sucked one of Taylor’s hard, pink nipples inside her mouth, rubbing it roughly with her wet tongue as their pace slowly became more frantic. They humped harder against each others’ hands, their bodies sliding wetly against each other, the sunlight glimmering on their sweat slick skin. Selena lost Taylor’s nipple as she gasped out in pleasure and they both groaned and moaned in bliss as their orgasms rose up slowly, climbing higher, their voices rising up louder and louder. They stared deep into each others’ eyes before kissing deeply again, their bodies pressed perfectly together as their orgasms peaked and then washed over both of them, their pink pussies gushing and drenching their hands in their warm, slick cum.

“Madra de dios,” Manuel groaned from his hiding place in the bushes as his cum splattered to the ground. He’d never been so thankful for forgetting a shovel before in his life as he watched the two naked women cuddle in their post-orgasmic high, their juices dripping to the concrete.

Chapter 03

First Class ticket holder or not, Selena had long ago discovered that everybody had to wait in line at the airport. “She did it again,” she giggled into her cellphone as she readjusted her carry-on, “She got me drunk and basically attacked me, Victoria.” She stood casually in line dressed in ripped, loose fitting blue jeans and a men’s white button-up shirt, only buttoned halfway, with no bra. She was completely unaware of the stares she was getting both for the amazing amount of chest she was showing and because she was paying no attention to how loud she was talking.

“Phttt…” Victoria Justice snorted into her phone. “You are soooo gay for Taylor it’s not even funny,” she giggled.

“I am not,” Selena giggled defensively, “She gets me drunk and takes advantage of me. Sometimes for entire weekends.”

“Ha!” Victoria laughed out. “And who’s the one that keeps buying the drinks.” It wasn’t really a question.

“That’s not the point,” Selena said, trying to sound mad and failing. “Just because I’m buying doesn’t mean that she can get me drunk and fuck me silly for hours on end. It’s practically rape really.”

“You’re the only girl I know that brings lube to her own rape,” Victoria giggled.

“Just that once. And how was I supposed to know what she was going to do with it,” Selena said with a grin at the memory and still unaware of the leering stares she was getting from the men, and some of the women, around her.

Victoria rolled her dark eyes as she giggled, “Because you also bought the wine. Listen, I gotta go to a pitch meeting.”

Now it was Selena’s turn to roll her eyes. “Is this the pitch for that show nobody wants and took you two months to get a meeting just so they can tell you ‘no’ officially?”

“That’s the one,” Victoria chirped. “Gotta go, love you,” she finished and heard Selena reply before hanging up. She tucked her phone back into her purse just as the television producer’s secretary called her name. She stood up and straightened her plain black dress cut just short enough to show off her long legs. She fluffed her straight, dark brown hair so that it framed her face and the almost indecent amount of cleavage her small breasts allowed her. Checking her make-up one last time and batting her wide eyes she tucked her compact back into her purse and walked into the producer’s office.

Victoria greeted and shook the hands of the producer and his assistant before sitting across from them in front of the producer’s desk, hiking up her skirt a little. She’d been told ‘no’ several times on her project and already knew how this meeting would go and figured that she’d be in and out in twenty minutes. Or rather, the producer, and now apparently his assistant, would be in and out in twenty minutes.

The older producer looked sternly over at Victoria. “You know we’ve already passed on this project, Victoria. I only granted you this meeting out of professional respect but I doubt there’s anything that could change my mind.”

Victoria knew that she didn’t have long to capture the producer’s attention as she pulled her dress farther up her tan thighs. “Then I’ll go ahead and get to the thrust of my argument,” she said as she slowly crossed her long legs. “I’m very passionate about this project,” she continued as she rolled her shoulders a little to emphasize her small, firm breasts, “This project is very nearly a love affair to me,” as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs again, sliding to the edge of her chair to pull her dress up even farther, “I want to give my project to you. Let you work your magic on it, own my project, use it,” she said as she reached behind her and held her zipper between her fingertips. “With your talents my project can see to it that everybody will be deeply and completely satisfied.”

As the last of her pitch rolled off of her pink tongue, Victoria pulled down her zipper at the same time as she stood up, her dress sliding easily down her arms, off her body, and pooling around her ankles as she stood defiantly. She wore a strapless pink push-up bra to help emphasize her small breasts and a matching pink thong. She stepped out of her black dress, still wearing her matching pumps, and walked around the producer’s desk, grabbing the assistant by his tie on her way to drag him along, to stand in front of the older man. “What do you say, Mr. Producer sir? Do you want to use your special talent on my project?” she asked coyly as she got down on her knees between his legs and began using her free hand to unzip his tented pants while dragging the assistant down with her. She smiled wickedly up at the producer, not waiting for a response as she pulled out and swallowed his already hard cock, already knowing what his answer would be.

At the airport Selena continued to stand in line having moved nearly a foot in twenty minutes. She looked around at the people milling around, moving back and forth from gate to gate or to the kiosks selling bric-a-bracs. Sometimes she wondered who the different people were and what kind of interesting lives they led and she enjoyed making up stories about them in her mind.

Phil. Airport security. Middle-aged and overweight. Boring marriage with a bitchy wife and a snotty daughter. And suddenly thankful for marring his bitchy wife to give birth to his snotty daughter because without her he’d have no idea that the beautiful sex goddess across the waiting area from him was Selena Gomez despite her large sunglasses. He’d lost count of the number of episodes of “The Wizards of Waverly Place” he’d masturbated to or how many videos of her he’d watched on mute and as he crossed the waiting area he didn’t care.

Phil tapped Selena on the shoulder and felt his dick lurch as she turned around and smiled at him. He tired to sound official as he said, “Airport security, ma’am. May I see your ticket?” He sucked in his gut as much as he could and he took Selena’s ticket, his hand shaking with nervousness.

“Is there a problem, officer?” Selena asked helpfully, not noticing the guard staring at her bronzed chest.

“Just… just a random search, ma’am,” Phil said without even looking at the ticket. “Can you come with me please.”

“No problem, officer,” Selena said happily as she followed the guard out of the waiting area, through a short hallway and into a small room. The room had one small, metal table and two small, metal chairs. “What can I do for you?”

Phil’s face was starting to turn red with nervousness as he continued trying to hold in his gut and he finally looked over Selena’s ticket. “It says here you didn’t check any luggage, just your carry-on. Is that correct?”

“Yes, officer,” Selena said as she sat her shoulder bag on the table and opened it up. “I’m headed to Miami and my bikinis don’t exactly take up a lot of room. See,” she said holding up one of her tiny bathing suits.

Phil gasped as he imagined Selena wearing the barely there bikini. “It’s three bits of pink cloth and some string.” he thought to himself in wonder.

“Yep, it’s hot, right?” Selena asked innocently as she stuffed the tiny bikini back into her bag. “Is there anything else, officer?”

Phil forgot how to speak as images of Selena wearing the pink bikini and running in slow motion across a beach at sunset into his waiting arms ran through his mind. “What? Oh, uh…” He had no idea where his next words came from, he had only wanted to meet Selena, trick her into an autograph maybe, but suddenly he blurted out, “I’m afraid we’ll have to do a strip search.”

Selena huffed, crossing her arms under her tits and stamped her foot causing her bra-less tits to jiggle. “What? Again? This happens every time I fly commercial,” she whined. “Wait. Isn’t there supposed to be a female agent for those?”

“Well, ah… I mean…” Phil stammered. “There is and… and she’s on her way. We’ll, ah… we’ll just have to… to, ah… wait a bit.”

“But I’ll miss my flight,” Selena pouted. She hung her large frame sunglasses from her loose fitting shirt, pulling the material down farther to expose more of her chest as she stared hopelessly at the security guard with puppy dog eyes. “You’re a official somebody, aren’t you? Can’t you do it so I don’t miss my flight?” she asked without a hint of shame.

“I… Me… uh, I… I suppose?” Phil stammered, not quite sure of what had just happened to have made his life so interesting all of a sudden.

“Yea!” Selena cheered as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands as her unencumbered breasts swung beneath her shirt. She placed her sunglasses on the table and began hurriedly unbuttoning the last few buttons on her shirt. “I really appreciate this,” she said happily.

Numbly Phil watched the sexy celebrity nonchalantly take off her shirt, revealing her perfectly bronzed breasts and brown nipples to him. She bent down and slid her pants down her legs, her tits dangling but still barely moving because of their firmness as she stepped out of her jeans and purple panties. She stood back up unashamedly nude except for a pair of sneakers that matched her panties, giving him his first peek at her shaved pussy and the dark landing strip of pubic hair right above her pink slit.

“How do you want me?” Selena asked before bending over the table slightly, thrusting her firm ass out and spreading her feet shoulder length apart, “Like this? Is this good?”

Phil’s brain shut down and his body went on automatic as he dumbly nodded his head, his cock suddenly throbbing to life and tenting his pants but for some reason Selena seemed completely oblivious to the sexuality of the situation. He shuffled behind her, literally drooling at the sight of her ass, her cheeks parted just barely enough to give him a peek at her asshole and her bald pussy-lips.

Selena waited impatiently for the guard to search her. “Not to be rude or anything but can you hurry up and search me, I don’t want to be late for my flight,” she asked politely.

“How do you search a naked person?” Phil wondered momentarily before simply shrugging his shoulders and starting the best he could. His heart fluttered as he ran his fingers through Selena’s silky smooth hair, down her silky smooth neck and shoulders, farther down her silky smooth back, over her silky smooth hips, traveled down her silky smooth legs, back up the insides of her silky smooth thighs, and then, finally, over her silky smooth and taunt ass.

“Oh my,” Selena thought as the guard tenderly and lovingly ran his hands over her body, “His wife is a lucky woman.” She involuntarily shuddered slightly as he ran his thumbs up the cleft of her ass before his hands parted to caress up her sides to her arms. His fingertips lightly touched the sides of her breasts and she shivered again, more deeply, and smiled as her nipples tightened. “He has got a really nice touch,” she giggled to herself, “He must be really good at his job.”

Phil moved closer to the naked young woman to reach around her body, his cloth encased erection pressed against her tan ass as he slid his hands up to cup the beautiful celebrities firm breasts. His breath caught in his throat as she moaned at his touch and began grinding her well sculpted rear-end against his trapped prick and his palms slid across her hard nipples.

Selena moaned and looked over her shoulder at the panting security guard with a cheeky grin on her face. “You sure are thorough,” she said breathlessly, “Were you planning on a full body cavity search, officer?”

Feeling his nervousness suddenly melt away, Phil used his most authoritative voice as he said, “I take my job very seriously, ma’am,” while he ground his groin against the starlet’s warm, smooth, taunt ass.

Turning around to face the older man Selena said, “And I do appreciate a man in uniform,” before slowly getting down on her knees. “And I think it’s okay to start calling me ‘Selena’ now instead of ma’am,” she said with as smirk as she unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the floor. With dainty, deft hands she undid his pants and pulled his thick, hard cock out. “Mmm, very nice,” she said as she began tugging on the guard’s prick before sticking out her wet tongue and swirling it around the tip. She sucked the first few inches into her warm, pink mouth, rubbing her talented tongue along the bottom of the shaft as she began bobbing her head back and forth. Her lips stretched tightly around his girth as she swallowed as much of it as she could until the sensitive tip bumped against the back of her mouth. “Yep, his wife is definitely a lucky woman,” she thought gleefully.

Phil ran his hands through Selena’s silky smooth hair as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, lightly fucking her mouth. He bent down and palmed one of her tits, playfully pinching her nipple before rolling it between his fingertips, making her moan around his cock. He straightened back up and withdrew his dick from the young starlet’s mouth, fisting it as he lifted it up. “Lick my balls,” he said hoarsely as he peered down at the sexy young woman.

“Who’s searching whom?” Selena playfully asked him before replacing the guard’s hand with her own, jacking him off as she ran her warm, pink tongue across his sensitive balls. She sucked and lick on one ball, drawing it into her mouth and licking it all over before switching to the other. She covered his entire sack in her warm saliva before he took a step back from her and then bent down.

Hooking his hands under Selena’s arms, Phil hoisted her up and sat her on the edge of the table. “Good point,” he said briskly as he knelt down in front of her. He flung her legs over his shoulders and dove between her golden thighs, driving his tongue into her dripping pussy and causing her to squeal in delight. He fucked her pussy with his tongue as he ran one of his fingers along her dewy labia and his thumb around her hard, little clit. He hungrily attacked her cunt with his mouth and fingers, eagerly lapping at her juices as she began humping herself against his face, yelling out in pleasure as she began tugging at her nipples.

“I’m cumming!” Selena shrieked out as her orgasm hit her like a lighting bolt. Her trembling thighs locked around the security guard’s head as her juices gushed from her cunt and she began huskily chanting, “Oh, oh, oh…” She rode out her orgasm until she collapsed on the table, muttering, “Oh God,” with a dopey grin on her face.

Phil wiped the warm drops of Selena’s cum from his chin as he stood up. He aggressively yanked her towards him until her compacted ass was nearly falling off of the edge of the table. He aimed his cock at the gasping celebrity’s dripping pussy and said, “Now hold on, ma’am. We’re about to get even thorough-er.” With one thrust he buried his dick inside of the young woman’s cunt, her hot walls parting around him like butter until this cum filled balls were resting on her ass. Her wet pussy immediately gripped down on his invading prick as the young star shrieked with pleasure, her graceful back arching and her tan tits up-thrust, gravity pulling them slightly to their sides. She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him to her and he began fucking her hard and deep.

Selena’s head and upper body thrashed around on the table, her tits jiggling wildly as she felt herself already on the verge of another orgasm. The security guard leaned over her as he pounded himself into her pussy, burrowing deep into the core of her. He bent down lower and began licking and nibbling at her golden chest, sucking one hard, little nipple into his mouth and then switching to the other. His mouth and tongue covered her chest until her wobbling tits were gleaming as wetly as she had left his balls which were smacking against her compacted ass. Suddenly she thrust her hips up and gripped him tighter with her legs, holding him to her as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support and shouted, “I’m cumming again! Fuuuuck!”

The aging security guard held himself tightly against Selena’s writhing body as she rode out her orgasm, her tight cunt rippling around his shaft buried inside of her. “I’m… I’m… I’m gonna…” he grunted as the sexy starlet began relaxing beneath him.

“Hold on a sec,” Selena grunted as she began pushing the security guard off of her. She climbed down onto her knees and looked up at him. “Tits or face?” she asked nonchalantly.

“F… fa… face,” Phil grunted and Selena helpfully sat up straighter and closed her eyes. His cock erupted with more force than it had in years and his white cum rained down across the singer’s tan, beautiful face. Between shots of his thick seed he heard Selena ask, “Not my hair please,” and he nodded in compliance. With the last shot of his cum splattering on the girl’s up-turned face he grunted in relief before leaning against the table, panting for breath.

“All done?” Selena asked.

Phil nodded again before remembering that the songstress’s eyes were closed. “Ye… yeah,” he panted.

“Tissue?” Selena asked with her eyes still closed as he raised up a dainty hand.

Phil tugged up his pants to dig through his pockets and found his travel sized pocket of tissues. He grabbed a few for himself and then placed the pack into Selena’s outstretched hand.

“Thanks,” Selena said happily as she started cleaning the sperm from her face. “I didn’t want to get cum in my panties since I didn’t bring any more, y’know.”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Phil said as he finished cleaning himself up and began struggling to refasten his pants. “You can, you know, just keep the package,” he said sheepishly, not knowing the exact protocol after a quickie with a celebrity.

Selena cleaned the last of the guard’s cum from her face and the began cleaning her cum from her thighs. “Awww, you’re so sweet,” she said as she got up and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “I better hurry or I’m gonna miss my flight,” she added before hurriedly getting redressed, which didn’t take very long considering how little clothing she had been wearing, and ran out the door. “Nice to meet you,” she called back just before the door closed.

“You too,” Phil muttered before collapsing in one of the chairs in exhaustion as he took one last look at Selena’s ass before the door closed.

The flight and debarking wasn’t nearly as exciting as boarding had been and Selena quickly exited the airport after landing in Miami, putting her sunglasses on to try not to be blinded by the warm, bright sun. She pulled her phone from her hip pocked and hit the speed dial as she began trying to hail a cab. The call quickly connected and a tinny voice answered, “Demi Lovato speaking.”

“Why do you always do that?” Selena asked as she continued waving for a cab.

“Do what?” Demi asked.

“Announce yourself on the phone like that,” Selena said with a girlish giggle as a cab stopped in front of her. “I called your phone, I recognize your voice, I know it’s you, and my name pops up on your phone.”

In her bedroom Demi pursed her lips to make sure her lipstick was perfect. “It’s called ‘Phone Etiquette. You’d know that if you had any manners. Put your phone on speaker.”

Selena closed the cab door as the driver got in started the meter. “What? Why?” she asked as she gave the cabbie her uncle’s address.

“Cuz I just got out of the shower and started putting on my make-up so I got to put you on speaker and I don’t want to be the only one,” Demi rambled as she put her phone on speaker and sat it down.

Selena giggled. “That makes no sense.”

“Just do it,” Demi whined as she batted her eyes in her mirror.

“You’re such a neurotic,” Selena laughed as she put her phone on speaker. “There, fine. You’re on speaker now, happy?”

“Thank you, sweetie,” Demi said as she pulled her shoulder length dark brown hair into a tight pony tail. She readjusted her floor length robe and stared seriously at her reflection. “You arrive in Miami yet?” she asked as she began slathering on her eye-liner.

“Yeah, just landed,” Selena told her before blurting out, “OMG! I gotta tell you what happened!”

“Plane get taken over by rapist pirates?” Demi asked as she batted her eyes at herself again.

Selena rolled her eyes. “Pirates take boats, not planes. And besides, that’s your fantasy, not mine.”

“This is true,” Demi said as she loosened her robe and began rubbing lotion onto her neck and chest.

“Anyway, I totally got fucked,” Selena giggled, completely forgetting that she was in an enclosed space with another person.

Demi stopped rubbing the lotion on her now gleaming chest as she gasped in surprise. “By who?” she asked as she stood up and walked to her closet and began picking out her outfit, “Taylor get you drunk again?”

“Why does everybody think it’s Taylor?” Selena asked.

“Cuz you’re totally gay for each other,” Demi said matter of factly.

“Phttt, whatever,” Selena grumbled.

“So who was it if it wasn’t Taylor?”

“I don’t know, just some guy,” Selena said sheepishly with a wide grin. “He was, like, a security guard are something.”

Finally picking out a outfit, Demi laid it down on the bed and took off her robe. Completely naked she walked back to her vanity and grabbed her phone and the lotion. “Fucking a complete stranger you just happen to run into sounds more like Taylor than you,” she said as she admired her naked body in the mirror. “I’m thinking of getting a boob-job, I’m tired of my A-cups,” she said offhandedly.

“Your tits are fine,” Selena said, not wanting to get back into the old argument. “Besides, your ass is at least a D-cup so it makes up for your tits. Can we get back to me for a minute?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Demi said as she walked back over to her bed and placed her phone down on her bedside table and began smearing her lotion on her tan, naked body. “You said you were channeling the libido of Taylor Swift.”

“Yeah,” Selena responded as she closed her eyes and began drawing up every little detail she could remember, in her mind the guard became significantly younger and better looking. “Well first he started with the pat down and he was soooo good with his hands, Demi. I mean, like, really good. Like a professional massager or something and I just kept thinking, ‘His wife must be a lucky woman’.”

“He was married?!” Demi gasped, her small tits and large ass jiggling.

“He had a ring. And maybe kinda old,” Selena giggled.

“Slut,” Demi said playfully. “And then…”

Selena moaned slightly as she continued, “Well, I was naked because it was a strip search and his hands were just flowing over me like warm water. My nipples got immediately hard and my, well, you know, got, like, really wet.”

Demi started absentmindedly massaging the lotion onto her tits as she pictured Selena’s scene in her mind. “Fuck a complete stranger but can’t bring yourself to say ‘pussy’, heh. And then…”

The cabbie kept having to tear his eyes away from the sexy young girl in his rear-view mirror to concentrate on the road. He didn’t know what it was about young girls and their phones but it seemed that anytime they were talking on them they completely forgot that the rest of the world was there. “How can she not realize I can hear everything she’s saying?” he wondered as he stared at the girl’s deep cleavage and stroked his hard-on through his pants.

Selena’s fingers played lazily with her open shirt as she continued her story, “And then he was pressed up against me and I could feel the bulge in his pants, and let me tell you it was quite a bulge for a old guy. So I, kinda sorta, unconsciously, totally not knowing what I was doing because I was just that turned on I couldn’t help myself, started rubbing my butt against him and he started playing with my breasts.”

Demi licked her lips, her eyes closed as she began toying with her hard nipples. “You can call them ‘ass’ and ‘tits’, sweetie, it’s that kind of story,” she said breathlessly as one of her hands drifted lazily down her abdomen.

Giggling again at her friend’s naughty language, Selena said, “It’s my story and I’ll say whatever I want. Anyway, I turned around and got on my knees and pulled his, y’know, penis out.”

“Mmm,” Demi groaned as she tugged on her nipple with one hand and and used her other hand to slide a finger between her wet pussy-lips, “Cock.”

“Whatever. So anyway,” Selena continued, “I stared sucking on him and it was pretty thick but I manged to get, like, half of him in my mouth and just started sucking. I don’t know what came over me!”

The cabbie tried to stifle a moan of lust as he yanked the steering wheel to avoid a car that he hadn’t seen because his eyes were nearly glued to the young girl caressing her chest in his rear-view mirror. He was rubbing his cock more firmly through his pants as he watched her dip her fingers beneath her wide open blouse. “Just had sex and already horny again. Gotta love the young ones,” he thought as he jerked on the wheel again.

Demi slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, rubbing her G-spot while her thumb circled her clit. “Go… go on,” she panted.

Selena’s fingers slid carelessly over the insides of her breasts, spreading her blouse open wider while completely oblivious to the cab driver staring at her or his erratic driving. “And then I started licking his, well, testicles, balls, nuts, whatever you want to call them, while he played with my tits. Then, all of a sudden, right outta the blue, he yanked me up and threw me on the table.”

Spreading her thick thighs to give herself easier access, Demi began plunging her fingers into her wet cunt as deeply as she could before adding a third finger. The hand playing with her tits slid down her horny body and slid behind her. "And… and then…" she panted.

Moaning slightly, Selena said, "He just attacked me. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, his fingers, he just knew where to put them and what to do. I’ve never cum like that before. Certainly not with Justin."

"Fu… fuck Justin," Demi panted as she slid a lotion slick finger into her thick, tight ass. As she pushed the three fingers into her cunt she slid the one in her ass out before switching, working her fingers like a piston as she fucked herself. She groaned as she slid a second finger into her ass and began bucking her hips back and forth against her hands.

"No thank you," Selena giggled, "The security guard was more than enough. He didn’t even need to look, y’know? You know how a guy sometimes needs to slip and slide around looking for where he needs to go? Not this guy. Just, Bam! In to the hilt and let the sex commence. I mean, I just got done with one orgasm and all the sudden I’m rocketing to number two. It was amazing! And then he bent down and was licking and nibbling on my breasts and I start cumming again."

"Cumming," Demi muttered to herself as she finger-fucked her hot, horny body. Her warm juices were sliding down the insides of her spread, trembling thighs as she continued shoving three fingers into her pussy and two into her ass, panting in pleasure. "A… and… and the… and then…" she gasped.

Demi’s moans through the phone brought Selena out of her memories. "Wait, are you masturbating?"

"And… and then…" Demi asked in need.

"Well, I didn’t want to get my panties messy because I didn’t have any luggage so I let him come on my face," Selena finished as she listened to her friend pant and moan.

"Cuuuummmm…" Demi stuttered as her own orgasm rushed through her, her pussy and ass gripping her fingers as her cum slid down her tan legs. Breathlessly she collapsed on her bed.

Selena glared at her phone. "Seriously, are you masturbating?"

"No," Demi giggled as she pulled her sticky fingers out of her body, "Not any more."

"What…" Selena started before being flung forward as the cab came to a sudden, noisy stop. She bounced off of the soft backside of the driver’s seat and looked out the windshield at a bent stop sign wedged against the hood of the cab. She found her dropped phone and picked it up. "Demi, I’ve got to call you back. I think my cab’s just been in a fender bender with a stop sign," she said.

"Okay, Sel," Demi said breathlessly, "I’ve got to take another shower now anyway."

Selena hung up her phone and stuck her head up front to check on the cabbie. "Are you…" she started before noticing his erect cock in his hand. "I don’t think that’s covered by insurance," she said matter of factly.

Deeply apologetic and grateful that Selena wasn’t going to press charges, the cabbie waved the fee and helped her gather up her scattered bikinis. Her shoulder bag was undamaged and since she was only a few blocks from her uncle’s she decided to just walk the rest of the way. The cabbie assured her that he would take care of the police and since he was the professional in all of this she went on her way not noticing him leering at her ass as she left. Or him running off just before the police arrived.

Chapter 04

After a few blocks the Miami heat started to get to Selena and she wondered if she should rest or carry on a bit when she saw a ice cream van parked along the side of the road and it seemed that the decision had been made for her.

"Can I get a cherry blow-pop?" Selena called through the open side-window of the white van.

A male voice from inside the van yelled back, "One cherry blow-pop coming up." A hand holding the blow-pop stretched from inside the van followed by a muscular arm than a handsome face before finishing off with a pair if broad shoulders. He seemed startled for a moment before handing the frozen treat over and saying, "Here you go, Miss."

Selena hadn’t expected to see such a handsome man with wavy blonde hair appear out of the window of the van and was startled herself for a moment before taking the blow-pop. "How much do I owe you?" she asked as she tried to regain her composure.

The handsome man waved her off and said, "No charge. On a hot day like today a beautiful girl like you needs to stay cool."

"Thanks," Selena said with a blush as she tore open the wrapper. "I’m Selena by the way. Selena Gomez."

"I’m Ace," the man said as he extended his hand, "Ace Chestly. Nice to meet you, Selena."

Selena ran the blow-pop past her lips, the quickly melting juice turning them scarlet as she shook Ace’s hand. She slid the frozen treat out of her mouth, licking the juices from her lips before saying, "You too. Do you always give away free treats?"

"Only to women as beautiful as you," Ace said with a sly grin, sunlight gleaming off of his pearly white teeth. Neither one of the ridiculously attractive young people realized that neither of them had attempted to break the handshake until a seagull screeched out over their heads. "Oh, ah… sorry," Ace said with a blush of embarrassment as he withdrew his hand. "So, you live around here?"

Selena’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the blow-pop before shaking her head. "No, I’m just down here to visit my uncle," she said as she licked up the dripping juices from the side of her blow-pop. "You?"

Ace was entranced by the sight of Selena enjoying her blow-pop, her pink tongue lapping at the scarlet juices. "What? Oh, ah, no, no. Just moved to Miami a few years ago. Who’s your uncle?"

Absentmindedly rubbing the red, frozen shaft around her mouth, Selena said, "Esteban. He owns a car wash up the street."

Ace watched Selena lick her lips and unconsciously licked his own. "Esteban? I know him. I get my van washed there. Are you the niece he’s always talking about, the famous Selena Gomez?"

"Guilty as charged," Selena giggled coyly. "So is this your van? You’re a professional ice cream vendor?"

"Guilty as charged," Ace said with a grin. "Actually I’m only a ice cream vendor until I get enough money saved up to start my dream business."

"Oh? And what’s that?" Selena asked.

"I’m planning on opening up a shop on the beach to teach surfing to underprivileged kids with developmental difficulties from the inner city," Ace said as he stared longingly out at the horizon, his hair shining in the Miami sun.

"Awwww, that’s sweet," Selena cooed as she held her sticky treat to her in unencumbered chest, not noticing the droplets of condensation turning parts of her shirt transparent, her nipples tightening up as she looked up at Ace. "I’ve got to go, Ace. It was nice meeting you," she said with a wave.

"You too," Ace said with his own wave. "Tell your uncle I said hi and I hope to see you around."

"You too," Selena shouted back, not noticing Ace staring at her ass as she walked away.

A few minutes later Selena was nearly finished with her cherry blow-pop as she continued walking. "…and then ‘Bam!’, the cab hits a stop sign," she said into her phone as she finished her story. "So what are you doing?"

"I’m getting ready to film some scenes for the next ‘X-Men’ movie," Jennifer Lawrence said. "Also, I’ve got you on speaker so just be warned that all the make-up guys can hear you."

Selena’s eyes went wide with shock. "You could have said something before I told you about Taylor and the guard. Wait, are you telling me you’re completely naked in a room full of guys?"

"Relax, you prude," Jennifer chuckled as she held her arms out straight at her sides, "They’re all gay or I wouldn’t be letting them do this." Jennifer couldn’t see behind her as two of the make-up men looked at each other, smirked, shrugged their shoulders and went back to applying lotion to her naked, luscious body as their erections throbbed painfully in their pants.

"I still wouldn’t let a bunch of guys see me naked like that," Selena said.

Jennifer chuckled again, "Says the girl that fucked a complete stranger in the middle of an airport."

"I can’t believe I told you that," Selena muttered. "Besides, it was just that one time and nobody could see us so it totally wasn’t ‘in the middle’ of the airport. Maybe I’ll do what Taylor does and write a song about it."

"You don’t write your own music, sweetie," Jennifer said as two more make-up men started applying lotion to her gravity defying breasts.

"You don’t write your own lines," Selena whined as she stood in front of her uncle’s car wash. "Listen, I’m here so I’ve got to let you go, honey. I’ll talk to you later," she said before hanging up her phone and heading inside. She heard her uncle yelling, probably at Steve, and decided to wait until it quieted down to knock on the office door.

In L.A., Jennifer held her phone out to the make-up guys. "Can somebody get this, I don’t want to get paint on it."

The men all looked at one another, neither one wanting to stop touching Jennifer’s naked body even for a moment. Finally the head artist released one of her firm thighs, snatched the phone, nearly threw it on the counter, and then resumed sliding his hands up and down the hot star’s legs.

As Jennifer stood as still as she could while half a dozen men fondled her, she found herself getting turned on despite herself. Half a dozen men, twelve hands, all caressing her completely exposed, vulnerable body. It didn’t matter that they were all gay, as far as she knew, many women had fantasies just like this and she was one of them. What woman wouldn’t like a crowd of men at her beck and call?

Behind Jennifer, one of the artists began rubbing himself through his pants until another artist elbowed him in the side and glared angrily at him. "Don’t blow this!" the second artist mouthed and the first artist nodded and got back to work. He smeared blue paint on his hands and then began rubbing it onto Jennifer’s lower back, working down until he had her firm ass-cheeks filling his palms as he released a small whimper of joy.

The head make-up artist, being the man in charge, had the enviable job of applying paint to Jennifer’s world renowned chest. He slathered the unbelievably firm orbs with paint smeared on his hands, his thumbs "accidentally" rubbing across her hard nipples and causing her to shudder in pleasure. He licked his lips and tried not to make it obvious how much time he was spending on her chest as he bent slightly to hopefully hide his throbbing erection.

"Oh man, I hope they can’t tell how turned on I am," Jennifer thought as she started breathing heavier, unconsciously pushing her breasts more firmly into the head make-up artist’s hand, "I feel like I’m dripping down my thighs." The artist behind her was running his thumbs between her ass-cheeks while two more artists were rubbing up and down her inner thighs and a fourth one was rubbing her low across her abdomen right above her wet pussy. "Why couldn’t they let me wear the bikini first, before they pant me?"

While Jennifer tried to keep her naked, horny body from writhing around beneath the hands of the five make-up artists, the forgotten sixth artist was filling the memory card of his phone with every exposed inch of her flesh.

Jennifer chewed her bottom lip as she struggled to control herself. "Man I hope I don’t cum," she thought as six men tried to hide their erections.

As Jennifer tried to keep her emotions to herself, Selena’s uncle was loudly sharing his. "I will not sell this car wash to Vic Surge and that’s the last of it!" Esteban yelled out defiantly, not noticing the figure standing in the doorway.

"And when exactly were you gonna tell me all of this?" Selena demanded with her hands on her hips.

"Selena! You’re here," Steve said excitedly. "Did you get that autograph from Miley…"

"Not now, Steve," Selena interrupted as she glared at her uncle. "Well, uncle. When we’re you going to tell me?"

"Chica, this is none of your concern," Esteban said. "There are good times and there are bad times for car washes, this is just a bump in the road."

"Pretty big bump," Steve muttered under his breath.

"You should have said something, Uncle," Selena said as she walked over and embraced Esteban. "I have more than enough money to help."

"No, I will not hear of it," Esteban said, pushing his niece away, "I will not be a burden on this family."

"Consider it a loan then," Selena said, ignoring Steve with a roll of her eyes as he held his arms out to her for a hug.

"No," Esteban said firmly, "Your money is yours, this car wash is mine."

"Fine," Selena said every bit as firmly as her uncle and still ignoring her cousin, "If you won’t take my money then I’m going to at least help out why I’m here and that’s that."

The three family members just stared at each other defiantly, Steve still waiting for his hug. When nobody said anything Selena finally spoke up. "Fine, I better get dressed for work," she said before turning around and heading for the employee locker room.

"That girl will be the death of me," Esteban muttered as he sat down behind his desk, ignoring his son staring at Selena’s tight ass as she walked away, his arms still outstretched.

After ten minutes of searching Selena gave up on trying to find a uniform to wear, it was obvious that her uncle hadn’t expected to hire anyone her size to work for him. "Chauvinist," she grumbled with a warm smile as she grabbed her bag. "Well, it is Miami after all," she said cheerfully as she began pulling out her bikinis, not noticing her cousin hiding behind some near-by lockers.

Steve felt ashamed of himself as he pulled his cock out of his pants while Selena took her bra off. He’d been taught that spying on people was wrong and that spying on females was worse so he didn’t even want to think about how wrong it was to spy on females in his family was as he began stroking his hard prick while Selena slid off her top, revealing her glorious tan breasts. He had to stop himself from groaning out when he noticed there were no tan lines on her fabulous tits, capped with brown nipples.

On the verge of tears of shame, Steve nearly choked when Selena turned right to him, her unencumbered chest in full view of his greedy eyes. As far as he was concerned they were the greatest tits he had ever seen, and considering how much porno was on his computer that meant something. She undid her jeans and pulled them down, her firm tits dangling beneath her as she stepped out of her clothes and he nearly came then and there but through sheer force of will he held off.

Selena kicked her pants off, not noticing that they landed barely a foot from Steve still hidden behind the lockers and weeping in shame. She turned around as she hooked the elastic of her panties, bending at the waist again as she tugged them down, unknowingly thrusting her ass back at her cousin. Her delicate pussy-lips peeked out from under her taunt ass as she stepped out of her panties and grabbed her bikini bottoms. She stood back up and turned around again holding her bottoms and top out to make sure they matched.

Steve came. His white seed splashing against the back of the locker loud enough to make a clang against the metal. He nearly passed out from sheer joy at seeing the little slice of heaven between Selena’s thighs.

"What was that?" Selena asked herself as she held her bikini to her naked chest. When she didn’t hear anything else she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and began getting dressed. Her bikini bottoms were a neon lime green and her top was a neon orange. "Kinda like sherbet," she thought. The thought of iced sherbet made her think of ice cream and ice cream made her think of Ace. Her nipples immediately drew up hard and her pussy flushed with desire. She bit her bottom lip as she began toying with her nipple before shaking the thoughts out of her head. "Stop that," she told herself with a grin, "Gotta get to work and help Uncle Esteban."

Getting dressed and walking out of the locker room, Selena didn’t notice her cousin laying insensible behind the lockers, his cock in his hands and his cum splattered everywhere.

Selena got to work immediately. Grabbing some dry rags she grabbed a unattended stall and began washing down the car waiting inside. She held the hose as firmly as she could but there was no way to completely control it and soon her golden body was dotted by tiny beads of water glinting in the sun. With the car covered in water she grabbed a soapy sponge and began washing the hood. She noticed the driver watching her and waved at him, her dangling breasts swaying inside if her bikini as she stroked his hood back and forth.

With the hood as soapy as it could be, Selena stood up, white soap suds sliding down her now slick chest, and then bent over to re-soak the sponge, completely oblivious that she was thrusting her ass back at the customer. She stood back up again and noticed that the customer seemed to be paler than before and his tongue was hanging out. She walked over to the driver’s side door and knocked on the glass. "Are you okay, sir?" she asked, worried about heat stroke.

The man quickly nodded his head and gave the sexy, wet, young girl a thumbs up and smiled. She smiled back and then bent down at the waist and began washing the sides of his car, her tight ass pointing straight at his mirror giving him nearly the perfect view. Picking up his cell phone he quickly dialed a number and as soon as it connected he started babbling. "Bill, as your best and longest friend I am telling you to call everybody you’ve ever met and get down to ‘Esteban’s Car Wash’ down by the beach. Now."

With the sides of the car washed, Selena reached up and began washing the top, her firm breasts pressed against the glass, moving back and forth rhythmically as she soaped the car. She had to step up on her tip-toes a few times to reach every thing but after five minutes of sliding her young, gleaming body across the car she finished. Grabbing the hose again she rinsed the car down until all the soap was gone. Now completely soaked from head to toe she walked over to the driver’s side window and knocked. "Do you want a wax and buff?" she asked the customer cheerfully as the window came down.

"Oh God yes," the customer groaned.

"Oh God yes," Steve muttered from the bushes, his once again hard cock in his hand as he watched Selena bend at the waist to soak her sponge. He imagined licking the dripping water from her barely concealed body as she started waxing the car.

"Oh God yes," a voice whispered from off to the side and Steve quickly turned and saw one of the employees, Jose, crouched down jacking off as he stared lustfully at Selena.

"Madre dios," another voice said from his other side and both Steve and Jose turned and saw another employee, Juan, off to the side masturbating as he leered at Selena.

Suddenly a rustling in the bushes caught all three men’s attention and they looked behind them and saw another employee, Mike, with a shocked look on his face as they all four stared at each other.

Suddenly they all realized what they had all caught themselves doing and quickly tried to stuff their hard pricks back into their pants. "Isn’t anybody working?" Steve asked, trying to sound official with a tent in his pants.

Juan looked towards Selena and then back at the embarrassed group. "She’s the only one with any cars."

After eight exhausting hours, and several hand cramps later, Steve was sitting in his father’s office running through the days receipts. He was so astonished by the numbers he barely even heard his cousin come in.

"How’d we do today?" Selena asked, still wet from all the cars she had washed. The chill from the cheap air conditioner quickly caused her nipples to draw up hard and goosebumps to spread across her barely concealed body. She grabbed a towel and began drying her hair, her arms raised, pulling her breasts up high in her chest as they jiggled around in her bikini top and finally drawing Steve’s attention.

"Pretty… Pretty good," Steve mumbled as Selena bent down and began drying her legs, her tits dangling below her. "In fact, we doubled our usual profits," he said, his sore and spent prick beginning to twitch inside of his underwear.

Selena threw the towel to the side, shock across her face and her hair wild and mussed. "How? I was the only one with any cars," she said in disbelief.

"Nonetheless…" Steve said with his arms open in a shrug.

Selena squealed and jumped up and down in excitement, her tan and luscious body jiggling before she jumped at Steve and hugged him tightly to her slick chest. He automatically began licking the salt from her cleavage as he slid his hands around her to cope a feel of their tight, pert ass. Selena squealed in shock and jumped back from her horny cousin. "Steve, you’re so bad," she giggled as she playfully swatted at him, far to used to his schoolboy crush on her to pay it any attention to it.

"Yeah, I’m a rebel," Steve muttered as he sat back down and tried to hide his erection under the desk, amazed that he could even get hard again after their afternoon’s marathon whack-off session.

"Well, well, well," a voice called out from just outside the office door. Suddenly the door opened to reveal a older, middle-aged man with brittle, sun bleached hair and a orange spray-on tan. "Who do we have here?" he said as he leered at Selena’s tight, golden body.

Selena suddenly felt completely exposed beneath the old guy’s creepy stare and unconsciously tried to cover her mostly visible body.

Suddenly Uncle Esteban pushed the man to the side and Steve quickly gave up the office chair. "She is my niece Selena and you do not talk to her," he said sternly as he sat down. "Selena, this is Vic Surge. Do not talk to him."

Vic laughed evilly, his eyes lingering on Selena before turning his attention to Esteban. "I’m here to sweeten my offer to buy your run-down car wash. Say, by twenty percent."

"No!" Esteban barked, startling everyone with Selena jumping a little and causing Vic and Steve to stare at her slightly jiggling ass and tits from the corners of their eyes. "I will not sell to a man such as yourself, Mr. Surge," Esteban said as he glared at Vic.

"And what if I don’t feel like taking ‘no’ as an answer?" Vic said as he slid a finger across Esteban’s desk as if he was inspecting it. "After all, once the bank forecloses on you, allowing me to buy your sad little car wash even cheaper, this will be my office." He turned and leered at Selena as he licked his lips wolfishly. "And my employees."

"But it’s not yours yet, Surge," Ace said as he stepped into the office behind Vic.

"Wow, this office didn’t seem to be able to hold so many people a couple of minutes ago," Steve noticed.

Ace loomed over Vic and pointed a finger at the older man’s chest. "Esteban told you to leave and I think that’s a really good idea," he said, winking at Selena and sending a blush across the top of her chest as she smiled coyly back at him.

As Ace loomed mightily over Vic, Selena unconsciously stopped trying to cover her body and Steve couldn’t help but notice how hard his cousin’s nipples were. He looked from Selena’s chest to the tall muscular, and quite frankly as far as Steve was concerned, not all that handsome man that had barged into the office. "Who the heck are you?" he asked jealously.

Ace looked over at the tiny young man next to Selena and nodded a greeting at him.

"…sir," Steve added quickly.

"Ace," he replied, "And you must be Esteban’s son Steve which makes you Selena’s cousin."

"Step-cousin," Steve added defensively.

"Now that we’ve all met," Vic said, trying not to appear scared of the young man poking him in the chest, "Are you going to sign the papers or not?"

"No!" Esteban yelled in Spanish, "I will not sell to a man such as you. Get out of my car wash!"

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Ace added with another poke at Vic’s chest.

"Fine," Vic said as he took a step back from Ace before adjusting his suit. "But just remember this, after I buy your car wash from the bank for half of what I offered you, I gave you a chance," he said before walking stiffly out of the office and taking a good look at Selena’s taunt, tan ass as he left.

Selena began clapping in joy and jumping up and down, her fit body jiggling and her firm breasts nearly falling out of her top. "Oh, Ace, that was wonderful," she squealed before giving him a hug, molding her body against his.

"Guys like that are all the same," Ace said as he hugged Selena back, "All talk, no action."

Selena broke the hug and looked up into Ace’s eyes, staring dreamily at him. "Speaking of action, what brings you by?"

Ace smiled down as Selena and almost seemed to blush with embarrassment. "Well, I was wondering if, you know, you’d like to go out to… I mean if you’re hungry…"

"I’d love to," Selena squealed as she jumped up and down with delight, nobody noticing the look of jealousy on Steve’s face. "Just give me a couple of minutes to get changed."

"I’ll be outside," Ace said as he and Steve watched Selena’s ass as she scurried out of the office. Turning back to Esteban and Steve he nodded his head and said, "Esteban, good to see you again. And Steve, a pleasure to meet you," before he left the office.

In the spare bedroom she usually stayed at when visiting, Selena closed the door behind her and stripped out of her bikini. She walked naked across the room and began tearing through her dresser, her plump ass pointed back directly at the window she had no idea Steve was peeking through. She had literally packed no clothes other than bikinis expecting to just spend her time at the beach and since Ace had already seen her in her blouse and jeans she had no choice but to find some old clothes to wear.

Standing outside Selena’s bedroom, perched on a box to be able to see through the high set window, Steve amazed himself by being able to still masturbate to his cousin again. He lost count of how many loads he had unleashed so far today but as he stared at Selena’s golden ass he found himself wondering how long it took to develop carpel tunnel syndrome.

It had been a couple of years since Selena had last visited Miami which meant that the clothes in the dresser were a bit small for her now that she had developed more, and even worse, out of style. Holding a small blouse in front of her she looked into the mirror for a quick second before throwing it over her shoulder and digging some more. Unabashedly naked she went through everything in the room, twice, before deciding that she would just try for a slightly retro look since she couldn’t find anything even remotely in style.

Deciding on a pair scarlet bikini cut panties and matching bra she grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank-top before walking over to the bed and laying them down as Steve continued jacking off outside the window. His hard prick was red and worn and slightly painful but that didn’t stop him from masturbating as Selena got dressed. She started with the panties, struggling to slip them over her luscious ass, hopping up and down, her breasts wobbling as she finally got them on. She started with the jeans next, faded and worn and at least a size too small. She groaned as she jumped up and down again and then laid down on the bed, her tits pulled slightly to their sides due to gravity and swaying like jello on her chest.

Selena stood up and did a few stretches trying to stretch the denim but it was a lost cause, they were just to tight and she’d just have to endure the feel of the jeans fitting her like a second skin. She tried the bra next but but realized that her more ample breasts couldn’t even fit into the cups, she couldn’t even get the flimsy bit of material to fasten. Giving totally up on the bra she pulled the low cut tank-top on, the tight material constricting her chest and pushing her cleavage up to spill out the top.

Steve could not believe how his cousin had been able to pour herself into the clothes that she hadn’t worn for at least two years and that were all so tight they could have been just a clever tattoo. He finally came as she started to do her make-up, shooting a couple of weak loads onto the wall before he collapsed onto the ground. "Jesus, how long until she goes home?" he muttered weakly as he struggled to catch his breath and find the strength to get up. From inside Selena’s room he heard her talking to herself and his eyes shot open with fear when he heard her say, "I wonder if Steve has a shirt I can borrow?"

Shooting to his feet, Steve completely forgot to tuck his spent penis back into his pants as he raced around the side of the building. As he got to his bedroom window he heard Selena knocking on his door, asking if he was in there. In desperation he yanked the screen down and fought to open the window enough to let him in. Falling to his bedroom floor he shot up again and ran to his bedroom door.

"Steve, I was wondering if you…" Selena began as the door opened before noticing her cousin. "Why are you sweaty?"

"Um, hard day at work?" he said feebly.

"That was an hour ago and you’re an accountant," Selena told him.

"Do I tell you how to do your job?" Steve said defensively, "You wanted something?"

Selena slapped her forehead. "Oh yeah, do you have a button-up I can borrow? My T-shirt is kinda sheer," she said innocently as she motioned to her tightly wrapped chest, her nipples clearly visible.

Steve stared at his cousin’s chest until she sighed in frustration and smacked him on the forehead. "Ow!"

Selena placed her hands on her hips and scowled at her cousin. "Stop staring at my tits, perv," she ordered.

"It’s not my fault!" he whined, "They’re just, like, there."

"Button-up shirt or I’m gonna pop you in the nose," Selena threatened the same she had done since she and Steve had been kids.

"Fine, fine," Steve said in surrender as he stepped to the side and let Selena in. "Help yourself but I’m telling dad you threatened me."

"And I’ll tell him your dick’s out," Selena said matter of factly as she walked past Steve and he looked down at his exposed, soft prick.

Five minutes later Selena strutted out and met Ace at the curb. "Wow, nice jeans," he said with a charming laugh. She was wearing a dark red button-up shirt over a tight, black T-shirt with a plunging neck line that she had found in Steve’s closet and replaced her indecent tank-top with, the shirt so tight it pressed her tan cleavage nearly over the top thanks to Steve being on the skinny side, and her hard nipples were clearly visible.

"Don’t tease," Selena said with a laugh and she reached up on her tip toes and gave Ace a peck on his cheek, her chest sliding up and down his, "It was all I had to wear. I didn’t expect some charming Ice Cream Vendor to come and protect my honor from some sleaze bag and then ask me out."

"I’m known for my knightliness," Ace said with a chuckle. "Can I help you up onto my steed," he said as he held his arm out to his ice cream van.

"You don’t have a regular car?" Selena asked with a giggle as Ace held the door open for her.

"’Fraid not," Ace said unashamedly as he watched Selena’s tightly cover ass as she climbed in. "Gotta save up that money,"

"Is that a bed," Selena gasped in surprise.

"Gotta save up that money," Ace repeated as he got behind the wheel.

"Wait, are you telling me that you live in your van?" Selena asked in wonder.

"Gotta save up that money," Ace said as he put the van in gear and pulled out onto the street. "You mind if we make a quick stop"

"Have to gas up your house?" Selena asked with a giggle.

"Something like that," Ace said as he pulled down a street heading towards the beach. After five minutes he pulled into a small basketball court looking out over the ocean. "And we’re here," he announced as he slid past Selena, their chests rubbing together as he got into the back of the van.

"We’re here where?" Selena asked as she looked out the side of the van.

"Gotta make that money," Ace said with a chuckle as he slid open the window to the van and turned on the ice cream maker.

Selena stared at Ace in shock and wonder. Was he really suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? His idea of a date with her was selling ice cream? She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, looking hot as hell despite the out of fashion clothes, and he expected her to work for him? This was the quickest let down on a date she had ever had. She had gone from planning on fucking him to irritated as hell with him in five minutes.

Ace saw the frown on Selena’s face and smiled to himself. "Trust me, this’ll be fun," he said as he pointed out the window, "I think you have your first customer."

Selena looked out the window and saw a young boy waving up at the window. Shrugging her shoulders she decided to play along before poking her head out the window. "Can I help you?" she asked, not noticing the way her firm, tan breasts were nearly spilling out of the top of her shirt.

The boy looked up in wide eyed wonder at the abundant cleavage filling his vision, his mouth open in slack jawed astonishment.

"You want some ice cream?" she asked, trying to help the boy make up his mind. She pointed at the side of the van where the pictures of the various frozen treats were, accidentally sending a jiggling wave through her breasts.

The boy nodded his head dumbly as he continued staring at the woman’s breasts.

Ace handed Selena a ice cream cone and she traded the cone for the boy’s wadded up bundle of bills before he ran off into the distance. Popping her head back into the van she handed Ace the sweaty bills. "He ran away before I could give him his change," she said with a frown on her face.

Ace just smirked as he took the money and set it off to the side for when the kid got back and pointed out the window. "Still have some more customers," he said playfully.

Selena rolled her eyes at Ace before poking her head back out the window. A small group of children waited outside, all with wads of bills in their little hands. She took their orders one at a time as they stared up at her, handing out their treats as they handed her their money. They were cute little guys and girls and kept complementing her on her hair and her eyes, making her smile. Except for the boys, there were mostly silent. More and more children started showing up and she never noticed that they were mostly boys soon followed by their fathers for some reason. But it had been a hot day so she figured they they would want to cool down as well.

As the evening wore on, Selena found herself having more and more fun, enjoying the attention the kids were giving her. And not noticing how much her golden cleavage was slowly sliding out of the top of her shirt as she bent down to give the kids and their dads their ice creams. Or how much older her customers were getting. Or how much Ace couldn’t stop himself from staring at her ass every time she bent out the window. She had a permanent smile on her face as she worked, not even concerned with how hot it was or noticing how much her shirt had become transparent with her sweat.

Patting Selena on the shoulder, Ace whispered into her ear, "We’re gonna have to take a break. I need to fill up the machine again." As he whispered into her ear he couldn’t help but press himself up against her taunt body and nearly groaned as she pressed her plump ass against his groin as she leaned out of the window.

"Sorry, folks, but we have to take a short break," Selena said with a sunny smile and closed the window unaware of the groans of disappointment from her now older and all male customers. She turned around to Ace and practically jumped up and down in excitement, her tan cleavage practically jumping out of her top. "OhmyGod this is so much fun!" she squealed, "How much did I sell?"

Ace smiled and tried to tear his eyes away from Selena’s wobbling chest. "Well, you certainly have topped anything I’ve ever done here," he chuckled knowingly.

Selena squealed in glee again and hugged Ace tightly. "Steve said the same thing at the car wash," she beamed with pride, "I must be a natural saleswoman or something." She noticed Ace chuckling at her and pouted at him with her hands defiantly on her hips. "Hey, why’re you laughing?"

Nodding at the massive amount of cleavage Selena was baring, Ace said, "I think I’ve figured out the secret to your success."

Looking down at the top of her very visible areolas, Selena gasped in shock and blushed in embarrassment as she tried to cover her greatly exposed chest. "Eeee… Why didn’t you tell me I was flashing a bunch of kids!?"

"Because I couldn’t see the front of you until just now," Ace laughed as Selena playfully slapped him on his shoulder.

"That’s not funny," Selena pouted, "I just jump-stared puberty in about a dozen kids!"

"Way more than that," Ace chuckled. He managed to stop himself from laughing and looked sweetly at Selena. "If it makes you feel any better, this is just about the best day of sales I’ve had in a while."

Suddenly Selena’s dark eyes shot open.

"What’s the matter?" Ace asked with a chuckle, "You look like you just saw a ghost."

"You’re a total genius!" Selena shouted with a girlish squeal before wrapping her arms around Ace’s broad shoulder and kissing him. She pressed her body firmly against him as she slid her warm, pink tongue into his mouth, her arms tightening around him. She broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes.

It took Ace a moment to get his breath back as he held Selena tightly against him. "Not that I’m gonna debate you but why exactly am I a genius?"

"You gave me a idea," Selena said with a giggle as she wiggled her body against Ace.

"Wanna tell me what idea I gave you?" Ace asked with a chuckle.

"Nope," Selena’s said with a smirk.

Ace cocked an eyebrow at the sexy, excited young woman. "A woman of mystery, huh? Well, is there some kind of reward?"

Selena pretended to think over Ace’s question. "I guess you could say that," she said with a knowing smile before kissing him deeply. She slid her tongue into his mouth again before kissing down to his chin, her arms going lower down his back. She pulled his shirt out of his pants as she kissed down to his chest and he helped her take his shirt off. She moaned at the taste of him as she licked down from his chest to his rippling abs, circling his belly button with her tongue before licking down to the top of his pants.

Showing that she could do more with her mouth than just sing, Selena undid his pants with her teeth, exposing the V of muscle below his abs and the start of his pubic hair. He helped her pull his pants down as she gripped the top of his underwear and pulled them down far enough to free his thick, hard, pulsing cock. She groaned in desire as she stared at it for a moment, her hot pussy gushing at the thought of it being inside of her soon. Pulling his pants down to his thighs, she grabbed his muscular ass, squeezing tight enough to leave fingerprints as she used her talented tongue to draw the tip of his prick into her mouth.

As large as the van was, Ace still had to bend over in order to stand and let Selena suck his cock into her mouth. Even on her knees in front of him she had to bend low to bring him inside of her because of the height of the van but her tongue and mouth had no difficulty in swallowing him. She sucked him in slowly, her scarlet lips drawn tight around him, her tongue exploring every veiny inch of his shaft as she swallowed more and more of his cock. He ached in need as she expertly drew him deeper and deeper into her mouth until his sensitive cock-head was bumping against the back of her mouth. "Oh wow," he gasped suddenly, shocked at the amount of talent she was showing already.

As much as she liked the feel and taste of Ace’s cock in her mouth, Selena’s neck quickly started hurting from the awkward angle. Wrapping her tongue as firmly as she could around his shaft and sucking as hard as she could, she slowly pulled her head back from him, causing Ace to groan above her and she smiled with pride as he popped out of her mouth.

"Oh wow," Ace gasped in amazement as he looked down at Selena on her knees staring up at him. "I mean… Just… Wow," he stammered.

"Thanks," Selena said with a giggle, " Now, get out of those clothes."

"Yes, ma’am," Ace chuckled as Selena began stripping. In only a few moments they were both completely naked on their knees, their bodies pressed together firmly enough to cause Selena’s firm tits to bulge out from her sides as they kissed. He began moving them back until her plump ass was against the small bed and he gave her tan cheeks a hard squeeze before pushing her onto her back. She spread her legs for him and he managed to wedge himself between her firm thighs until he was staring hungrily at her wet pussy.

"Fuck yes," Selena gasped out as Ace slowly licked her wet slit. His tongue was magic as it began exploring between her legs making her pussy practically gush with desire. His hands traced from her ass to her chest and back again, never settling on just one area, flowing over her over-heated body like water until she was quivering in wet lust. As his tongue circled her needy clit her leg kicked out, her foot nearly breaking the glass of the rear door.

Selena’s eyes shot open in surprise as she looked from the glass then down the length of her body to the top of Ace’s handsome face between her legs. She could tell he was grinning from the twinkle in his eye and giggled. "You need a bigger van."

Ace began crawling up Selena’s golden body until he was leaning down above her, his throbbing cock-head poised at the entrance to her hot pussy. "Gotta save that money," he said with a charming grin before sliding the first inch of his cock into Selena’s tight cunt.

Selena groaned in pleasure as she raised her hips up to meet Ace’s thick prick. He parted her tight walls slowly, giving her time to get used to his cock sliding into her, parting her hot, wet pussy She began biting down on his shoulder as she wrapped her legs around his hips, sweat breaking out across her forehead and the tops of her chest as a flush crept through her, her eyes clamped shut as she concentrated on the pleasure she was feeling.

As Ace bottomed out in Selena’s hot cunt he could feel his cum bloated balls resting on her compacted ass-cheeks. She moaned in pleasure below him and he waited for her to get used to him as she rolled her hips up and down and from side to side. Finally her beautiful body began to calm down and she slowly opened her eyes, her lids fluttering as she looked up at him. He bent down and kissed her, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest and her hard nipples scrapping against his skin.

Ace pulled out slowly until just the tip of his cock-head was resting inside of Selena’s hot, tight pussy. He slid back in slowly and she groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out inside of her again and began pulling back out. He fucked her slow and deep, pulling moans and groans of pleasure from her gasping mouth with every stroke. She rolled her hips up until she was drawing her erect clit across his lower abdomen and he matched her until she was fucking up against him, meeting his every thrust in perfect unison.

A small spasm of pain in his back made Ace wince for a moment and he held himself down until it passed. Selena saw his pained look and smiled sweetly. "I guess this means you don’t exactly have a lot of experience fucking girls in the back of your van, huh?" she giggled.

"Not exactly," Ace huffed with a small grin.

"Switch," Selena said playfully and they awkwardly began switching places. When Ace was flat on his back, Selena crawled on top of him, burying his thick, hard cock in her hungry pussy, her head bowed slightly beneath the roof of the van. She held her palms flat against the roof, her firm breasts high and tight on her chest as she began rolling her hips back and forth. She fucked Ace slowly until she got used to the dimensions of the van.

Ace reached up and cupped Selena’s swaying breasts firmly, rolling her hard nipples between his fingertips and causing her to coo in pleasure as she began riding him faster. Her firm tits jiggled in his hands as she gasped in pleasure, sweat spilling down her face and landing on his chest. He released one of her brown breasts and reached down to cup a firm, jiggling ass-cheek, squeezing it firmly and helping her ride him faster. She moaned out loudly in pleasure as his fingertips slid over her puckered asshole, riding him even faster and harder.

"Oh God, yes," Selena groaned out as Ace’s hands slid over her body, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and leaving her there. His cock and hands seemed like they were playing her body like a musical instrument as she rode him harder, faster, becoming desperate to feel him cum, to shoot his thick load inside of her. She braced her hands on his broad chest, holding him down as she fucked him deeper, his hand holding one of her tits and the other cupping her ass. "Jesus your cock feels so fucking good!" she gasped out loud.

"You’re doing most of the work," Ace groaned before leaning up and capturing Selena’s free tit with his lips. He sucked hard on her nipple, lashing it with his tongue, scrapping her sensitive brown scene with his teeth.

"Jesus fucking Christ that feels so good!" Selena yelled out in pleasure as her body seized. "I’m cumming! Oh God I’m cumming!" she squealed as her already tight pussy gripped down on Ace’s wonderful prick, rippling around his shaft as her hot juices gushed out from around the seal of his thick meat throbbing inside of her. His cock exploded inside of her and she could feel his thick cum filling her spasming pussy as he groaned breather her. She bent down and he released her ass as he wrapped his arm around her neck, kissing her deeply as they rode out their orgasms.

Selena collapsed against Ace’s chest, his softening cock still inside of her leaking pussy. "Jesus Christ that was… that was…" she panted.

"Yeah, that was," Ace agreed as he held Selena close to him and kissed the top of her head. "Care to tell me what my idea was now?" he asked playfully.

"Nope," Selena said with a giggle.

"Gotta love a woman of mystery."

Outside of the van a small group of children were asking their fathers why the two ice cream vendors were praying so loudly.

Chapter 05

"Hooker, why are you calling me so early," Chloe said as she pulled her long, wavy blonde hair out of her face, "We haven’t even woke up yet."

"What?" Selena asked innocently, "It’s, like, what? Nine AM there?"

"Bitch, check your math, it’s, like, seven in the morning," Chloe said as she sat up in bed, her small breasts sliding above the comforter.

"Chloe Moretz, you should watch your language," Selena giggled, "Besides, I got news to share."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Chloe said as she pulled the comforter completely off to reveal her petite, naked body, "Taylor already told us you fucked some random guy at the airport."

"No. I mean yeah, but no. That’s not this and Taylor has a big mouth," Selena said as she rolled over in bed. She was dressed in only a white T-shirt that she had borrowed from Ace and it had rolled up over her hips.

From outside of Selena’s window, Steve slowly pulled his hardening cock out of his pants as he stared at Selena’s exposed pussy. "Oh God forgive me," he whimpered as he began masturbating.

"So who did you fuck?" Chloe asked as she nuzzled against the girl sleeping next to her.

"I didn’t just ‘fuck’ him," Selena said defensively, "We made love." She giggled as she rolled over in bed again.

"I thought you were visiting your uncle," Chloe asked as she delicately cupped the girl’s small, firm tit, "So where did this act of love making take place?"

"Well, in the back of his van but that’s not the point…" Selena began before Chloe interrupted her.

"Ha! Did he pick you up in the park?" Chloe giggled as the girl slowly began to wake up.

"It’s not like that," Selena said defensively, "It was really very sweet."

Chloe began nuzzling at her friend’s small breasts as the girl cooed above her. "Fine. Tell me about your night of sweet loving making in the van down by the river," she giggled as she put her phone on speaker and placed it on the bedside table. "Good morning, Miss Steinfeld," she whispered.

Hailee smiled warmly as Chloe kissed her, running her fingers through her long, dark hair. She tried to tell the blonde girl good morning as well but Chloe hushed her by placing her finger on her lips.

Selena slid up in bed, sitting up against the headboard. "Well first, I met a guy named Ace. He sells ice cream and he’s, like, drop dead gorgeous. Plus he loves kids and puppies," she giggled.

"Soft and sexy. Nice," Chloe said as she sat up in bed and threw all the bed clothes to the floor leaving her and Hailee completely exposed. She smiled widely as the brunette girl slowly began kissing her from her lips to her jaw, Hailee’s hands softly playing with her breasts.

"Totally," Selena agreed as she began offhandedly playing with a hard nipple through her T-shirt. "So I met him on the way to my uncle’s and he gave me free ice cream and everything. Then I have to help out at the car wash, which is a totally different story, and I totally made soooo much money. Seriously, I’m, like, a total natural at car washing. Then Steve totally starts perving out on me but that’s a whole other thing."

Chloe moaned as Hailee kissed down to her chest, licking lightly at her small, sensitive breasts. "Mmm, you’ve got a whole lot of things in your hands," she said as Hailee licked from one breast to the other. She opened her legs to let the brunette girl lay down as she nursed at her chest.

"Tell me about it," Selena agreed as she lightly squeezed her firm breast. "So anyway, this total skeez of a old guy shows up and threatens to foreclose on my uncle’s car wash which it yet still a whole other thing."

Chloe giggled as Hailee licked down from her chest to her soft stomach. "So many things in Florida," she moaned softly as Hailee toyed with her belly button.

"I know, right?" Selena agreed as her hand drifted lower down her barely covered body. "So Ace totally saved me and scared off the skeezy guy and then asked me out. He was soooo chivalrous. So first I had to find some clothes ‘coz all I brought with me were bikinis but then he was there in his ice cream van and took me out."

"A knight and his valiant steed," Chloe said breathlessly as Hailee threw her slender legs over her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her thighs.

"So anyway, I find out he actually lives in his van and his whole idea of a date was to take me out and show me how to sell ice cream," Selena said with a giggle as she slowly pulled her T-shirt up over her chest and began toying with her hard nipples. She knew she shouldn’t be touching herself like this while on the phone but it felt so naughty that she couldn’t resist as she remembered everything that had happened last night. "And I rule at selling ice cream by the way," she said as she continued with her story and slowly slid her hand down her body and spread her legs wide.

"Mmm… Get to the good parts already," Chloe moaned as she bit her bottom lip. Hailee looked up at her with a knowing smirk at her double entendre. Chloe moaned as the brunette girl slowly licked up her dewy labia and circled her clit with her tongue.

Selena slid her hands down her body and cupped her heated groin, squeezing herself as her eyes fluttered. "Are… Are you yawn… yawning again. How long… How long does it take you to… to wake up?" she said as her juices trickled out from between her fingers.

"Just… Just get to the good part," Chloe gasped as she wound her fingers through Hailee’s hair with one hand and squeezed one of her own small breasts with the other.

"You’re such a pervert," Selena giggled as she squeezed her juicy pussy repeatedly. "So Ace gave me this good… good idea so I gave him a bit of an reward," she said breathlessly as she slid one of her fingers into her gooey pussy.

"Mmmm yeah," Chloe moaned as Hailee slid her pink tongue between her moist pussy-lips, teasing the blonde girl.

"Oh he had such a pretty cock," Selena moaned as she slid a second finger into her hot, wet pussy, "So thick and hard and it stretched me in all the right places." She kept the phone at her ear instead putting it on speaker because she didn’t want Chloe to hear what she was doing. "It was kind of awkward in the van because the ice cream stuff took up most if the space but his dick reached deep inside of me, just, it hit all the right places, y’know?" she said as she licked her lips and humped up against her hand.

Chloe groaned as Hailee circled her tongue with her clit and slid a finger into her tight, horny hole. She rocked her hips up and down against the brunette star’s hand as she began panting in lust. "More, more," she moaned lustfully.

Selena moaned with her friend as she spread her thighs wider, sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt as she circled her clit with her thumb. "God it was hot. His cock just seemed to move on it’s own, just hitting and rubbing all the right places inside me. It was kinda uncomfortable but there was no way I was going to stop, it just felt to good," she said as she almost dropped her phone. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated at remembering all the ways Ace as pleasured her while she continued her story.

Outside of his cousin’s window, Steve blew his second load while Selena continued masturbating as she talked on the phone.

Selena failed to suppress a groan as she laid side-ways on the bed, the juncture of her thighs unknowingly wide open to her cousin. "So eventually I got on top and just rode him, it was so hot. His hands just flowed over me, just knowing where to go, y’know? It was like he was a mind reader or something and I just rode his dick like I owned it."

"Ride it like you stole it," Chloe groaned as Hailee slid her wonderful tongue as deep as she could into her dripping pussy. Chloe began squeezing her small tits with both if her hands, kneading her breasts like they were dough.

"Oh God it was so hot," Selena groaned as she humped her groin up to meet her hand, her fingers a blur as they tumbled inside of her. "I came soooo hard," she gasped as she tried to quiet her moans and failed. Suddenly her orgasm over took her, her tan body twitching in pleasure as her juices gushed out and soaked her hand.

"Oh God I’m cumming!" Chloe shouted out as her orgasm roared over her. She locked her slender thighs around Haliee’s head and grounded her spasming cunt against the young girl’s face as she rode out her orgasm while pinching her bright pink nipples between her fingertips.

"Oh God," Steve grunted in shame as he covered the outside of Selena’s window for the forth time, his cock chapped and swollen.

A silly grin slid over Selena’s panting face as she came down from her orgasm until she realized what Chloe had just said. "Wait. Did you just say you were cumming? Are you fucking masturbating to my story?"

"No," Chloe giggled as Hailee slid up her body and kissed her without cleaning Chloe’s sweet cum from her mouth and chin. "Hailee was eating me out while we were both listening to your story."

"Am I on speaker phone?" Selena asked incredulously, "That is so rude. And Hailee who? Hailee Steinfeld? What is it with you and brunettes?"

"Everybody needs a hobby," Chloe said as Hailee cuddled up against her chest.

Selena giggled despite herself. "What is it with my friends and phone sex? Anyway, I gotta go talk to Uncle Esteban and Steve about work so I’ll talk to you later," she said cheerfully.

"Later," Chloe said before reaching over hand clicking off her phone. Her hand drifted down the table to the bottom drawer. She kissed Hailee on the top of her head and whispered lovingly, "Get on your hands and knees,"

Hailee giggled as she got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. She waited patiently for Chloe to get ready and wiggled her ass enticingly.

"Who’s your daddy now?" Chloe asked gruffly as she placed the tip of her thick, black strap-on at the entrance to Haliee’s tiny little pussy.

"You are, Chloe. You’re my daddy," Hailee said excitedly as the small blonde girl began shoving the hard, long fake cock into her horny pussy. Her tight walls slowly separated as the black phallus pushed into her, stretching her tightly as Chloe gripped her hips. The "Kick Ass" actress yanked her hair back as she filled her causing Hailee to moan out in pleasure.

"That’s right, I’m your daddy," Chloe grinned wickedly as her plastic cock bottomed out inside of Hailee. "And who has the best cock, Hailee. Whose cock feels the best fucking you?"

"Your cock, daddy," Hailee moaned as Chloe slowly started fucking her, her warm juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. "My daddy has the best cock and she fucks her little girl with it whenever she wants."

Chloe kept a firm grip on Hailee’s hips as she rocked herself back and forth, her own chest heaving as she panted in lust over the brunette girl. "That’s right, little girl. Daddy has the best cock and she fucks her little girl’s naughty pussy whenever she wants," she grunted as she fucked Hailee faster, her small breasts jiggling on her chest as Hailee’s dangled beneath her. She reached under Hailee’s chest and palmed her small tits, her own breasts pressed against Hailee’s back. "You take daddy’s cock," she whispered into the brunette girl’s ears, "You take everything daddy has to give his little girl."

"Fuck me, daddy!" Hailee squealed out in joy as Chloe fucked her relentlessly, "Gimme your cock and make me cum!"

Chloe straightened up and slapped Hailee’s jiggling ass. "Don’t you tell daddy what to do," she said sternly as she continued paddling Hailee, "Daddy tells you what to do!" She buried her strap-on deep inside of the brunette girl’s dripping pussy and wiggled it around a bit before sliding it out. She stood up on the bed and placed her fists on her slender hips. "Now suck daddy’s dick," she ordered.

Hailee turned around and sat on her knees as she looked innocently up at Chloe. "Yes, daddy," she said shyly before grabbing the base of the black plastic dick and opening her mouth wide. She slid the slick fake cock over her tongue before wrapping her lips around it and tasting her own juices on the plastic phallus. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked as hard as she could and Chloe gripped the sides of her head, never breaking eye contact.

Chloe started fucking Hailee’s mouth slowly, building up momentum until the brunette girl was easily taking her cock down her throat. She fucked Hailee’s mouth until drool was coming out of the corner of her lips, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her small, firm tits. Hailee slid her hands around until she was gripping Chloe’s tight ass, holding her in her mouth completely. Chloe smiled down at Hailee and patted her on her head. "Good girl, Daddy’s favorite girl," she said as she stroked the brunette girl’s hair, "Now get on your back and spread your legs for daddy."

Hailee eagerly complied, flipping around to lay down on her back while raising her legs up and grabbing her ankles. "Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?" she asked with a wide grin in her face, "Are you gonna fuck your little princess with your big, hard cock?"

"Fuck yeah I am," Chloe growled as she climbed between Hailee’s wide spread legs and positioned the tip of her dildo at the entrance to the brunette haired girl’s drooling pussy. She kissed Hailee deeply as she slid her fake prick into her tiny pussy, making her groan into her mouth as she bottomed out in her gooey cunt. She began thrusting in slow but quickly built up her speed, slamming into her as their small breasts jiggled wildly in their chests.

Squealing in joy, Hailee wrapped her legs around Chloe’s slender waist as she wrapped her arms around the blonde girl’s neck. She raised her hips up to meet Chloe’s hard thrusts, grunting with every impact as Chloe fucked her rough, fast, and deep. Both girls panted and moaned in unison as their bodies rose up to orgasm, Chloe bearing down on Hailee and Hailee arching her back gracefully.

Suddenly Hailee cried out as she came, her small pussy gripping down as her orgasm crashed over her, triggering Chloe’s own orgasm. Both girls pussies gushed as they came, drenching the sheets and mattress as they rode their orgasms, their young bodies spasming and twitching in pleasure as they wrapped their arms and legs tightly around each other as they came down from their sexual highs.

As her body relaxed fully, Chloe rolled limply off of Hailee, her fake, black cock pointing straight up into their air. She looked down at her sticky strap-on and then over at the panting Hailee. "And you just wanted to buy porn and lingerie," she said with a smirk as Hailee cuddled up against her heaving chest.

"God bless Amazon," Hailee panted.

"And God bless Selena’s story telling abilities."

Hailee snorted as she touted with one of Chloe’s small, firm tits. "The next Shakespeare, I’m sure," she said and both girls broke out into fits of laughter.

As the two actresses snuggled into their bed, Selena finally rolled out of her bed and put on her bikini as she giggled to herself. "Why are all my friends such perverts?" she asked herself before reaching up and throwing open her window to let the warm Miami Sun shine through. She inhaled the saltwater air and then put on a small robe before leaving to go find her cousin and uncle, unaware Steve was laying under her window with his spent, chapped dick in his hand, groaning in pain.

Selena walked into her uncle’s office and found him behind his desk, looking through his paperwork. "Hey, Uncle Esteban, have you seen Steve?"

Esteban waved his hand dismissively. "That boy been out sneaking around since the sun came up," he said gruffly. "I’m trying to save his inheritance and he’s off daydreaming."

"I wasn’t daydreaming," Steve said defensively as he walked into the office, "I was… was… checking the perimeter. Y’know, for Vic Surge. He could be lurking, you don’t know."

"Phttt…" Selena said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "Whatever. Anyway, I had a great idea last night on how to make the car wash some money," she said cheerfully.

"And what’s that?" Esteban said suspiciously. "I won’t take any money!’

"I know, I know," Selena said with a hint of frustration in her voice.

"So what’s your plan?" Steve asked with the same not of suspicion. "And just remember that unlike my father I’m not against taking money."

Selena waved her hand at her cousin again before slipping off her robe. The bikini underneath was one of her more conservative ones with a lime green top and a neon orange bottom. "I’m gonna start helping out while wearing a bikini," she said matter of factly.

"I forbid this!" Esteban said with an angry flush in his cheeks.

"Then let me loan you some money," Selena said as she placed a hand defiantly on her hip.

"I forbid that as well," Esteban countered.

"Then Steve can wear the bikini," Selena answered as she jerked her thumb at her cousin.

Steve paid no attention as he stared at the fleshy underside of his cousin’s exposed ass-cheeks.

"I forbid that most of all," Esteban replied.

"Fine. It’s settled then," Selena said with a note of pride.

Esteban tried to see a way out of his niece’s argument and failed. Dropping his head into his hands he mutters, "What’s the world coming to?"

Selena jumped up and down in joy at winning the argument. "It’s coming to the car wash!" she said excitedly. She turned to Steve who was of course staring at her butt. "Steve, you’re my cousin and I love you but you’re also a total perv so you have to help me shop for bikinis. ‘Kay?"

Steve looked wide-eyed at his cousin. "Well, I was raised to always help family," he said as he slowly broke into a wide smile.

Still cradling his head, Esteban, muttered, "I also raised you not to have impure thought about your cousin and look how that turned out."

Twenty minutes later, Selena sat her cousin on a chair and placed a beach blanket on his lap. "There. Leave that there, don’t move it, don’t touch it, don’t readjust it, and if somebody asks why it’s there just tell them it’s a safety issue," she instructed Steve.

Steve threw his hands up at his cousin. "Selena, I’m a mostly grown man, I think I can control myself in public," he said defensively.

Selena gave Steve a quick peck on his forehead, her firm cleavage just barely inches from his face. She stood back up and looked at the start of a bulge from underneath his towel. "Steve, you’re my cousin and I love you. That being said, you’re a perv," she told him with an affectionate pat on his head before turning around and entering the changing room.

"You ever think that maybe it’s your fault I’m like this!" Steve called after Selena.

A peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage starts with music legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court starts.

Selena threw back the curtain of the dressing room to show her wearing a black, one piece swimsuit cut high at the hips and low in the chest. She spun around to show that her tight ass was mostly concealed but the high cut lifted up each taunt ass-cheek and Steve nodded his head in approval.

The curtain was thrown open again to show Selena wearing a pale, white one piece cut low in the chest and nearly translucent, her nipples and crotch nearly visible. Steve licked his lips and nodded again.

The curtain opened again and Selena was wearing a bright purple two-piece bikini. The top was somewhat conservative and the bottoms were held up with two strings on either side to help emphasize her hips. Steve rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs and nodded eagerly.

When the curtain opened again, Selena was wearing a turquoise bikini and did a quick pop and lock to make her cleavage jiggle before standing up seductively. Steve took several moments to stare at his cousin, his eyes wide, before nodding his head.

The peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop music legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court continues as the store clerk came over.

"Hi. I’m Vanessa Hudgens, the story assistant," the dark haired young woman said politely, trying not to look at the obvious erection lurking under the male customer’s towel. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The volume of the peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop music legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court turned up as Selena eyed the clerk up and down before she nodded her head eagerly. She yanked Vanessa into the changing room and Steve stared hungrily at the closed curtain as the girls giggled loudly.

The curtain opened to show Selena wearing a lime top with orange bottoms while Vanessa wore a purple top and dark pink bottoms. The girls paraded around, dancing and laughing as Steve’s erect cock throbbed painfully beneath the blanket. Suddenly Selena and Vanessa were joined by several other bikini clad young women, all dancing and parading around the story. Steve’s eyes were wide as he watched helplessly from his chair, unable to move without revealing his erection.

Selena and Vanessa danced together, chest to chest, their hands resting lightly on their hips as they swayed to the music and various other girls danced around them. Eventually the peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop music legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court became quieter and Selena took her new collection of bikinis to the register.

Still in her bikini, Vanessa rang up Selena’s purchases. "Will that be cash or credit?" she asked happily.

Running her hands over her barely covered body, Selena remembered that she had given her credit card to Steve. She ran over to him still in the chair, her bikini clad body jiggling enticingly. "Card please," she asked as she bent at the waist, her breasts dangling in front of her cousin’s face again as she teased him. He gave her the credit card and she hurried over to check out and leave, Steve’s eyes crawling over her ass as she exited.

As Steve realized that he was now alone with his erection surrounded by barely clothed women he called out after his cousin. "Selena! I’m kinda stuck. Selena!"

Back at the car wash, dressed in one of her revealing bikinis, Selena’s line had already filled up with customers. Every one of her customers were male, all watching her as she cleaned her cars but not all of the men watching her were customers.

"Get over here, Dick!" Vic Surge hissed as he grabbed his son by his shirt and dragged him down into the bushes, "She’ll see you if you keep gawking at her like that."

"Sorry dad," Dick said, his eyes never leaving the young, dark skinned girl’s heavenly ass. "Just look at that pooper."

"That ‘pooper’ is going to put us out of business," Vic grumbled as he looked at the long line of cars waiting for Esteban’s niece to wash them so that they could ogle her barely covered body.

"What we need is a plan," Dick said in all seriousness.

Vic looked at his son like he had just wet himself. "Yes, you dip shit, that’s why I brought you out here to help me come up with a plan."

"Good idea, dad," Dick replied. "So what’s the plan?"

Vic just continued to stare at his son. "I knew I should have fought harder for your mother to take you in the divorce," he said before smacking his son in the back of the head. "We’re here to come up with the plan, you dolt," he hissed.

"Oh, good idea, dad," Dick said. He stared at the young girl, her bronzed body glimmering in the Miami sun. "I got nothing."

"In your head or in your pants?" Vic asked his son. "Now shut up so I can think of something."

Dick stared at the brown beauty, his dick throbbing in his pants. "To bad they don’t make time machines yet. You could go back and steal her idea."

Vic stared dumbly at his son before a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "I may not have a time machine, you drooling moron, but I do believe I can still steal their idea and improve it."

As lunch time approached, Selena apologized to the customers that she hadn’t gotten to yet and they unanimously told her it was fine and that they would just sit there and wait. Grabbing a towel she walked into the office and found Ace waiting with Steve. "Ace!" she squeaked and ran into his strong arms. Her lips immediately attacked his mouth as she pressed her body against his, her breasts bulging out of the sides of her bikini as she held herself to his broad chest and Steve watched jealously. "What brings you here so soon?" she asked as she slid down the front of his muscular body until her feet reached the floor.

"I wasn’t planning on stopping by until after you got off work," Ace said with a broad smile, sunlight glinting off of his perfect teeth, "But I saw something strange over by one of Vic’s car washes and wanted to tell you. I didn’t have time to stop by but he seemed to have double his usual amount of customers. Something is afoot if you ask me."

"Hmmm, certainly sounds fishy," Selena said with a serious look on her face.

"I’d check it out myself but I’m due to pass out puppies and kittens at the local childrens hospital," Ace said as he stared far off out the window and Steve rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Awww, that’s so sweet," Selena cooed before pulling herself up his body and kissing him again before whispering in his ear. "You are soooo getting the blow-job of your life after work."

Steve rolled his eyes again. "Guys, I’m right hear and I can hear you," he said in frustration.

When Selena reached the floor again she grabbed Steve’s wrist and yanked him towards the door. "Come on, we’ve got some investigating to do!" Pulling him down the street she didn’t notice Steve staring at her ass, the under swell of each brown cheek exposed and with a small jiggle to them with each step. Finally they found their way to Vic’s closest car wash and Selena led them to a dumpster behind the building. She bent forward to peek around the dumpster with Steve pressed up against her, his erect cock nestled between her warm cheeks. "What is all that?" she whispered back at her cousin.

"Nothing!" Steve blurted out before realizing what Selena was looking at. At Vic’s car wash he didn’t just have one woman wearing a sexy bikini while she washed cars, he had a dozen, and not only were they washing the cars they were putting on sexy shows as they did it. He slowly grounded his cock against Selena’s out-thrust rear-end, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

"I think I recognize some of those girls," Selena whispered, to busy concentrating on the beautiful, wet, sexy women gyrating against the cars to notice Steve.

Steve pressed himself closer to Selena, slowly and softly rubbing his pants encased cock against her barely covered ass. "They’re local models. We saw them at the bikini shop."

Selena napped her fingers. "That’s diabolical," she hissed. "Vic Surge is a fiend. We have to find some way to stop him."

Holding his cousin lightly by her hips, Steve continued softly dry-humping her exquisite ass as she spied on the scantily clad women. He threw his head back and stifled a moan of pleasure as he molested Selena’s ass while watching a dozen barely clothed, sexy women play with water hoses as well as each other.

"I’ve seen enough," Selena whispered to Steve behind her shoulder, "We better get back. Are you done, Steve?"

With a lurch Steve came in his pants, staining them as a wet spot began to form.

Selena started to feel a warm wetness against her ass and turned around and looked down at the wet spot forming in the front of her cousin’s pants. She looked up and glared at him. "Ohhh, that’s it. I’m telling Uncle Esteban," she growled before stomping off.

"Noooo, Selena. Come on, don’t tell," Steve whined as he followed Selena’s ass out of the bushes. "Please? Don’t be mean. It wan an accident, I swear…"

Thirty minutes later Selena started her new, sexy car wash routine. She was still mad at Steve but he had promised never to do it again and calm down on the perv stuff but she doubted it would last long, puberty had not been kind to him, He was basically a walking hormone with constant erections but he was her cousin and she loved him despite his annoying hard-ons..

Holding the hose above her, Selena let the water soak her hair, drops cascading down her tan body. She drenched her sun kissed body, swinging the hose around covering her and the car. She leaned into the front window, pressing her breasts against the glass hard enough to cause her breasts to bulge as she worked her chest back and forth. She raised the hose up allowing the water to spill against her tits as he turned around and pressed her ass against the glass, not noticing the driver licking the glass behind her.

Selena swayed her hips in a wide arc, her firm, tan ass jiggling before she turned around and flung the water out in an arc across the car. She used her body to wipe the car down before standing in front of the hood. She bent down at the waist, pointing her up-thrust rear-end at the driver to pick up a bucket full of soapy water. Arching her graceful back she dumped the sudsy water over her wet body and then slid her hot, barely covered form over every inch of the car’s body. The friction quickly got her nipples hard and as she slid down the back she picked up the hose again. Pursing her lips she took a sip of the water before slinging the hose around and rinsing the car off.

From the same spot Vic and Dick surge had spied on Selena, Steve hid and masturbated to the sight of his cousin dry-humping a car. His dick was sore and chapped but no amount of pain could seem to keep him from masturbating to Selena.

As the work day ended, Selena met her cousin and uncle in the small office wearing a white robe to cover up her mostly exposed body. "So how’d we do today?" she asked hopefully, not noticing the ice pack on Steve’s crotch as he sat behind his father’s desk.

"He won’t tell me," Esteban’s muttered angrily. "He must think me a feeble old man that can’t handle the numbers."

"Geez, dad," Steve muttered back to his father, "You can see me using the calculator, can’t you? Gimme a sec," Concentrating on the days figures he finally added in the last of the receipts and handed the slip of paper to his father. "We made triple the money we made yesterday," he said proudly.

"Yea!" Selena cheered happily as she jumped up and down, her tan cleavage jiggling wildly.

At first, Esteban’s face lit up when he saw the final for the days receipts but then started to frown. "Yes. Very good, children, very good," he said before crumbling up the receipt and stepping slowly out of the office.

Selena watched her uncle leave with a worried look on her face. "What’s the matter with him," she asked Steve.

Steve looked up at his cousin and tried to think of a good way to break the news to her. "Well, it’s like this. One girl doing, y’know, what you did, tripled our profits but Vic has dozens working for him. He’s still gonna win."

"Way to kill my buzz, cuz," Selena said with an ironic smirk.

Steve, for some reason, decided that now was the best time to confess to Selena. "Selena, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you."

"Sure," Selena said offhandedly while she tried to think about what to do about her uncle’s car wash.

Steve took a deep breath to settle his nerves as he got down on one knee behind his cousin. "Selena, I love you," he confessed.

"Love you too, Steve," Selena responded automatically as she looked over Steve’s figures.

“No, I mean I ‘really’ love you,” Steve said as he stared at his cousin’s heavenly ass. He yanked his eyes away from what he considered the world’s most perfect rear-end and tried to fight off his more primal urges.

Selena turned around and thought nothing of her cousin on his knee behind her, obviously just being a perv again. “And I really love you too, Steve,” she said as she bent at the waist and hugged him. She thought nothing that his face was pressed into her mostly exposed chest, after all he was her cousin and therefore not a sexual being at all. “I’m gonna get dressed for dinner,” she said as she stood up, “See you in a bit.”

Steve watched his hot cousin skip out of the office as he pulled out a small box out from his back pocket. “But I love you,” he muttered at Selena’s disappearing ass and held up the box containing the cheap ring he had bought her.

Suddenly Esteban appeared in the door way and looked down at his son. “Dammit, boy! What did I tell you about proposing to your cousin?”

“Step-cousin,” Steve mumbled weakly.

A few hours later as they sat around the dining room, Steve didn’t say much during dinner, he just listened to Selena talk about how great Ace was and tried to cheer him and his father up by how much money they could make now. Afterwards, Selena left to got meet Ace, wearing tighter clothes than she had the night before, and he went for a walk to clear his head.

As he walked down the dark sidewalk Steve just stared at his feet, not caring where they were taking him. Suddenly he stopped and shouted up at the sky, “Why, God, why!? Why did you make Selena my cousin? What did I do that was so bad that I deserved to be punished so?” He whined up to the sky with his arms spread, praying to be struck by lightening. He continued walking, not looking where he was going and stumbled, tripping over his feet and nearly landing in the street.

Steve was blinded as a car squeal to a halt barely an inch from his face. “You okay there, brother,” a voice called out from the car.

“You missed,” Steve answered back.

“Missed what?” the voice replied.

“Fairly certain that karma demands that you’re supposed to run over me to end my pathetic life.” Steve heard a car door slam and then looked over at the owner of the car that had pulled over on the side of the road.

“I don’t think karma works like that,” the driver said.

“Good point,” Steve said as he struggled to sit up, “Besides, I would never be killed by a car that nice. Maybe a really old Toyota or something, that’d be about right.”

"’Fraid all I got is the ‘lambo tonight, friend," the driver said as he held his hand down to help Steve up. "The name’s Dick, by the way."

"I’m Steve," the clumsy, sad Steve said as he took Dick Surge’s hand and let the son of his uncle’s worst enemy help him up.

Chapter 06

An hour later, Steve yelled to be heard over the den of the expensive strip club, "This is awesome!"

Trapped in the cleavage of a stripper, Dick nodded his head enthusiastically in agreement. He reached around the gyrating dancer and poured Steve another glass of expensive champagne. "Have another drink," he mumbled around his face-full of high priced silicone.

Steve grabbed the glass as another stripper straddled his thighs and began thrusting her barely covered groin towards his face. "I wanna thank you again for this," he told Dick, barely able to take his eyes off of the lovely young woman now grinding against his lap.

"No problem," Dick said with a sinister grin as he watched Steve down his champagne. "You looked like you could use a pick me up."

"Boy did I," Steve agreed, not even thinking about how strange it had been for a complete stranger to pick him up and pay for him to party at the most expensive strip club in Miami, The Riches of Bitches. He enthusiastically ran his hands over the strippers tight ass as she giggled at him.

Dick leaned over and gave Steve a friendly punch on his shoulder. "She’s pretty hot," he laughed as he nodded towards the dancer and she poured more champagne into Steve’s open mouth.

Steve sputter as he struggled to swallow the bubbly expensive drink. "Hell yeah!" he cheered in agreement.

Dick winked at Steve and then motioned the barely clothed, barely legal dancers away. "You ain’t seen nothing yet," he said as the lights in the club went down.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the DJ announced over the loud speakers, "If I may turn your attention to our main stage where our gorgeous, featured performer is making her way." The lights on the main stage slowly came up to reveal the club’s apparently featured performer for the night. “For one night only, I give you, Sofia Vergara!”

Steve’s eyes slowly went wide as he recognized the new dancer. “There is now way…” he muttered in shock. She was wearing a tight belly shirt with long sleeves, the material barely containing her large breasts. Her flat stomach was sparkling with glitter as the bright lights shown over it. Her thick ass was covered in black, shiny booty shorts to show off her rear-end and long legs and her 6 inch high heels only emphasized her legs and ass more. Steve looked over at his new friend with his mouth wide open. “There’s no way that’s her.”

Dick winked at Steve and chuckled. “Does it really matter?” he asked before turning back to the stage. The music came up and all eyes were on Sofia as she began swaying rhythmically.

Sofia’s wide hips moved in time to the music as she raised her arms up, pulling her large breasts high and tight on her chest. She popped her hip causing her ass and tits to jiggle enticingly as she spun around. Grabbing the bar set in the middle of the stage she dropped down low and thrust her butt out, shaking it at the crowd and drawing cheers from the audience before slowly standing back up.

Running her hands slowly down her body, Sofia licked her lips enticingly as she emphasized the amazing curves of her body. She jerked her shoulders back causing her breasts to pop up and down on her chest as she jiggled her ass in time with the music and caused the audience to cheer out again. She spun around again dropping low to the ground, thrusting her ass out more as she slowly straightened out again, bending at the waist with her hands on her knees. She swung her ass out like a pendulum before standing up again and winking at the crowd as she licked her thick lips. She rocked her head around, her long brown hair swaying out, whipping around her head.

With a quick spin Sofia suddenly had her top off, her brown skin gleaming in the lights of the stage. Beneath her shirt had been a small bikini top just barely large enough to cover her obviously hard nipples but well made enough to pull her firm tits up high on her chest. She rolled her shoulders causing her breasts to undulate like balloons as she whipped her hair again and the crowed roared in approval. She skipped back and forth across the stage, her mountainous breasts threatening to pop out of her small top at any moment as she presented herself on the stage.

“There’s no way that can be her,” Steve whispered in amazement.

“Does it really fucking matter,” Dick said with a chuckle.

Steve thought it over for a moment. “I guess not.”

When she had made her way back around the stage, Sofia slid her thumbs into the waist band of her shorts, pulling them snug against her ass and crotch, teasing the audience. Grinning wickedly she dropped low again, peeling the tight shorts down her tan ass. Standing slowly she pulled the tight material down her thick thighs until it fell to the floor as she stood back up revealing her matching G-string. The string disappeared between her luscious ass-cheeks completely leaving her thick, juicy ass nearly completely exposed. The front of the G-string was small enough to cover just her pubic mound and prove that her pussy was shaved completely bald.

Steve stopped breathing at the sight of the near naked performer. Blood spurted out of his nose a moment before he passed out in his chair.

As his vision started to clear, Steve heard a voice from far, far way. “Hey. Wake up,” the voice said before he felt something painful on his cheek.

“Hey! What the heck,” Steve whined as he rubbed his cheek. “What was that?”

“You okay?” Dick asked, his hand raised to slap Steve across the cheek again. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Steve looked dazedly up at the raised hand. “Is this a trick question?”

Dick looked up at his up raised hand. “Oh, sorry,” he said before lowering his fingers except for his first two. “How ‘bout now?”

“Eleven,” Steve said.

“Close enough,” Dick said with a wide smile before helping Steve up to his feet. “How ya feelin’?”

“Like somebody just slapped me across the cheek. What happened?” Steve asked as he looked around at the now more brightly lit club.

Dick chuckled before slapping Steve playfully on the shoulder. “I’m afraid that Sofia’s nearly naked body was nearly to much for you. Makes me wonder how you’re gonna handle the whole kit-n-caboodle.”

“Huh?” Steve asked right as Dick took him by the arm and began leading him across the club. “Where we going?”

“Wait ‘til you see what I set up for you,” Dick said in glee as he led Steve into the back of the club.

“When did you have time to set all this up?” Steve wondered as he was led down a darkly lit hall with doors every few feet.

“Um, when you were unconscious?” Dick answered quickly as they came to the last door. “And here may I present you, The Champagne Room,” he said before opening the door.

Steve looked in and say a thickly cushioned couch, a thickly cushioned chair, a small table with a lamp, and a small stage with it’s own dancer’s bar on it. “Okay, I don’t know what’s going on here but if you want me to sign anything written in blood, I’m leaving.”

“You worry to much,” Dick said as he shoved Steve into the small room and locked the door behind him. “Have fun.”

Steve tried the door immediately after he heard it click. “What kind of room locks on the outside?” he muttered to himself before turning around and nearly being stunned off of his feet. “Aiiii…! When did you get here?”

Sofia smiled warmly at Steve. “I was wondering when you’d notice me,” she said as she ran her fingertips across the tops of her phenomenal breasts. She was still dressed in her barely there bikini outfit and judging by how hard her nipples were, it was very cold in the room.

Steve couldn’t talk. All his brain was capable of doing was memorizing every curve, swerve, and graceful contour of Sofia’s magnificent body. He had never been this close to a woman this stunning in his entire life, at least not with a restraining order coming in the mail the next day. His cock strained against his pants, tenting them out obviously and seemingly pointing straight at Sofia.

Sofia smirked at Steve’s erection before looking back up at him. “Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable,” she said as she gestured to the overstuffed chair in the corner. When he didn’t move, speak, or acknowledge her in any way she waited for him to get over his shock. And then she waited for a minute longer but he still didn’t move, his eyes locked onto her chest and she could tell that for some strange reason he was only breathing when she did, his chest rising and falling with her’s, which was kinda creeping her out a little.

When Steve still didn’t move and still couldn’t pull his eyes away from her chest, Sofia grabbed him by his erection which caused him to squeak out like a mouse in surprise. She gently led him over to the chair and used her grip on his hard-on to force him back and sit down. “How about we get your private dance started?” she asked with a smirk.

“But there’s no music,” Steve muttered meekly.

Sofia looked down at the young man like he had just drooled on himself. Being who she was and dressed as she was she would never had guessed that any man would have said that to her right now. She really had no idea what to say to that. She shrugged to herself before reaching behind her and untying her barely there top. “Well then I suppose we’ll have to make our own music,” she said seductively as she let her bikini fall to the floor, revealing her large, firm breasts.

Steve choked on his own spit and stopped breathing. Sofia’s breasts were as magnificent as every man who had dreamed of them thought they would be. They seemed to glow on their own in the light of the small room, perfectly shaped without any sag to them, defying gravity and capped with hard, brown nipples. They were a perfect teardrop shape, the nipples perfectly placed at the centers seeming to pull the shape of the tits up. They swayed hypnotically with each breath and a warm feeling of contentment spread over Steve’s body along with the assurance that everything was right in the world.

When Steve didn’t start breathing on his own, Sofia looked down at him with worry. His eyes were fixed, his pupils fully dilated, his entire body slack except for his lap. He still didn’t breath. Filled with a sudden ice cold panic she slapped him hard across the face.

Steve gasped in shock. “Ow! What was that for?” he whined.

“Foreplay?” Sofia said with a shrug before regaining her composure. “Now how about that music?” she said in a husky, breathless voice as she straddled Steve’s lap. She lowered her barely covered crotch down, trapping the young man’s erection between them, the length of him settling between her labia. “How’s that feel, Steve?”

“Soooo good,” Steve groaned before looking up at Sofia in confusion. “Hey, how’d you know my name?”

Sofia couldn’t think of a good response so she simple fell forward, stifling the kid’s face in her abundant chest. The distraction must have worked because he stopped talking immediately and began licking and sucking at her firm tits like a hungry calf. His hands came up and began squeezing her tits in a milking motion as he began hurriedly humping up against her groin. “Slow… slow down, sweetie,” she gasped as she struggled to keep from being bucked off and falling to the floor.

“Hold… hold on a sec,” Sofia grumbled as she continued struggling on Steve’s lap. His hands and mouth were covering her tits like a octopus, seemingly everywhere at once while he bucked up against her like a mechanical bull. “Wa… wait a sec… second,” she continued to grumbled as she struggled to rearrange them both into a more comfortable position but it was a lost cause. Finally she admitted defeat and shoved his head away from her tits, his mouth still making sucking noises and his hands squeezing air.

Slowly realizing something was wrong, Steve opened his eyes and saw Sofia staring down at him with the exact same look his mother used to give him whenever he’d trip over his own feet and break the furniture. “Is something the matter?” he asked her in bewilderment before beginning to panic. “Oh my God! Did I do something wrong?”

Realizing she was about to lose sexual control of Steve just out of his own nervousness and panic, Sofia broke out into what she hoped was a warm smile. “No, no, baby. I just… I just wanted to get more comfortable,” she said before standing back up, “Now, lets do away with those pants.” “This has got to be the hardest lay of my life,” she mumbled to herself as she tried to untie his double knotted shoe laces, her large breasts dangling beneath her.

“What was that? I didn’t hear…” Steve asked worriedly.

“Nothing, nothing,” Sofia said as she admitted defeat and stood back up, her hands defiantly on her wide hips. “Those are some tight laces,” she said, a note of anger entering her voice.

“I trip a lot,” Steve mumbled.

“I can believe that,” Sofia said in response. With all of the frustration she thought about telling Dick Surge and his father to fuck off but her pride kicked in. Once she started a job she finished it, no matter how distasteful it was. “Fuck it,” she muttered and gripped the sides of Steve’s cheap pants and yanked them down to his knobby knees.

“Ow!” Steve squealed as his grabbed his painfully hard dick and checked it for chaffing.

“Sorry if that hurt,” Sofia said as she untied her nearly non-exsistant bikini bottoms and let them flutter to the floor, “But we’re finishing this no matter what.” She grabbed Steve’s wrists and pulled them away from his lap, freeing his erection. She didn’t pay any attention to his prick, it didn’t matter if it was big or small or a writhing mass of tentacle, she was fucking it no matter way. By now it was a matter of principal.

Steve barely got a look at the juncture of Sofia’s legs before she was leaning over him and grabbing the base of his cock like she owned it. And was angry at it for some reason. All he saw was that her pussy was completely bare of any hair and already glistening with moisture which surprised him for some reason. Suddenly the air left his body as she lowered herself down, her tight, hot cunt swallowing his dick like a hungry anaconda. She forced herself down until he was sheathed completely inside of her, her body gripping him like an angry glove while her spectacular tits dangled in front of his face.

Sofia grabbed Steve’s wrists and placed his hands on her thick ass before grabbing the side of his head and forcing him to look up at her. “Hold on,” she said seriously before plunging his face between her firm tits and then grabbing the back of the chair. She began rolling her wide hips back and forth, her tight cunt sliding up and down his stiff pole as she fucked him. She kept her breasts pressed against his face, moving them side to side across his wetly sucking mouth as she raised her thick ass up and down, counting in her head to keep a steady pace. The chair beneath them began creaking and groaning with their weight as she began moving herself harder against him, pushing him down into the cracks of the chair.

“Thank you, God,” Steve mumbled around his face full of large, celebrity tit. Although there was no way this was really the actress Sofia Vergara.

Keeping up the pressure while increasing her speed, Sofia began sweating with exertion as she fucked the skinny young man. Her long, dark hair whipped around her head as she rocked herself back and forth, the back of the chair hitting the wall hard enough to leave dents in the drywall. Steve’s grip on her fleshy ass was hard enough to leave bruises but she didn’t have any modeling shoots anytime soon so she wasn’t worried about it. What she was worried about were the hickeys she knew he was going to leave on her tits from sucking so hard but she could hide those with make-up. All that really mattered to her right now was getting the kid off and happy enough to answer the questions Dick had given her to ask. And the sooner that happened the sooner she could get home and get some rest for her early morning shoot for her TV show.

Riding Steve like a small horse, Sofia began grunting into his ear, pretending to be enjoying this as much as he was. It wasn’t that he wasn’t cute kid, but she was her and when someone looked like her she could have her pick of any man and Steve wasn’t quite the guy she usually went for. She rubbed her entire naked body against his, using every bit of exposed flesh she had to fuck him. By now the dents in the wall had become holes and the drywall dust had coated Steve’s head and she started to worry about how much more the wall could take before it collapsed around them. Suddenly she felt him lurch beneath her and grunt into her cleavage as he bucked his hips up and she felt him cum inside of her. She groaned lustfully into his ear to convince him that she was cumming as well while he gnawed at her sensitive nipples and squeezed her even harder smooth flesh even harder.

Steve collapsed into the chair as Sofia collapsed on top of him, her wonderful chest pressed against his face and blacking out the room as his cock softened inside of her. She rolled to the side a little bit, his cock slipping out of her as she squirmed around and sat on his lap with her legs hanging off of the side and her arm around his shoulders. “Wow,” he gasped with a dopey grin on his face.

“You can say that again,” Sofia said as she lightly toyed with one of Steve’s nipples.

“Wow,” Steve said by way of a joke and looked expectantly up at Sofia hoping she had gotten it.

“You’re so funny,” Sofia said with a small giggle and a affectionate slap on Steve’s chest.

Steve looked around the room, not quite sure at to what happens next. “So, ah… Now what?” he asked sheepishly.

Sofia placed his head down on Steve’s shoulder and looked up at him as lovingly as she could. “Well, there’s usually pillow talk afterwards,” she said sweetly.

Steve didn’t know much about pillow talk. He usually just paid his date and then walked sheepishly back home. “Okay, pillow talk then.”

“So tell me about yourself,” Sofia said. “Or more specifically, tell me about what you do for a living.”

A half an hour later, Sofia closed the door on Steve’s cab and waved him off before walking down the alleyway behind the “Riches of Bitches”. Dick Surge appeared from out of the shadows with a wicked smile on his face.

“So, how’d it go?” Dick asked right before Sofia punched him in the nose. He fell on his ass on the ground and looked up at Sofia as he held his nose. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Dick Surge,” Sofia said angrily as she wagged her finger at him. “Don’t think you’re to old for me to take over my knee. I will drag you back into that club and give you a spanking those sluttly little friends of yours will never forget,” she growled. “I’m not one of those pissy little Yes Men your father has following him around agreeing with everything he says. What if someone inside had a camera and took a picture of me up on that stage? What would happen then?”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” Dick pleaded.

“’Sorry’ what?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

Sofia huffed and crossed her arms beneath her spectacular chest. “And?”

“And I’ll never do it again,” Dick whined. “I just though, y’know, as one last favor…”

Sofia began viciously open handed smacking Dick across his head and shoulders. “One last favor for what?” she yelled angrily. “For your father smuggling me into this country? For being your nanny until my modeling career took off? You ungrateful, little…” she continued while never stopping her physical assault.

“Ow, ow, ow…! I’m sorry, I’m sorry… It’ll never happen again,” he cried out.

“’It’ll never happen again’ what?”

“It’ll never happen again, ma’am,” Dick screamed out with tears in his eyes.

Stopping her vicious slapping of the young man, Sofia took a step back and glared at him. “Humph, it had better not,” she said without looking at Dick.

Dick tried to clear the tears for his eyes before looking up at his former nanny. “Did… did you get the information?” he asked hopefully and as respectfully as he could.

Sofia glared evilly at Dick.

Dick held his hands up defensively. “Did you get the information, ma’am?”

Sofia huffed again. “Yes. I don’t know what you or your father are wanting with Steve’s Uncle’s car wash but it appears that Esteban has gotten into quite a bit of debt with the bank. According to Steve, the bank could foreclose any time they want.”

Dick’s tear stained eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning with a wicked smile. “Really…”

The next morning at Esteban’s car was, Dick stood triumphantly behind his father. “I suppose you’re wondering why I called you all here today,” Vic announced with his hands on his hips. He could feel his son behind him trying to stifle a giggle and just rolled his eyes in frustration at Dick’s immaturity.

Esteban scowled at the two men as he struggled to control his blood pressure. “No one called anyone,” he growled, “You both just showed up.”

“Be that as it may,” Vic continued as he began strolling causally around the small office, “I do have some news that I’d like to share with you. The both of you,” he finished as he stared pointedly at Steve. “I have come by some interesting information last night…”

Steve gulped as he stared at Dick and the slightly older boy sneered at him.

“It appears that not only are you behind on your payments to the bank,” Vic said as he ran his fingers over the on hanged picture in the office, checking for dust, “But the bank can foreclose on your whole operation at any moment should they feel you are going to lapse on your debts…” He placed his fists on Esteban’s desk and leaned over the older man, “…or if they get a better offer.”

Selena noticed Dick and Steve staring each other and wondered what exactly was going on between the two of them. And how exactly they knew each other.

Vic grinned wickedly at Esteban. “I took the liberty of talking to the bank for you and made them a, shall we say, gifted offer,” he said as he stood up and loomed over the older man.

“And what exactly is this ‘offer’, Mr. Surge?” Esteban growled.

“It’s very simple,” Vic answered, “Sell to me, I pay off the debt, or they foreclose and I buy the car wash from them even cheaper.”

As Esteban’s anger began to rise his face started to turn red. “No! Never! I will never sell to you!” he shouted as he stood.

Vic began cackling maniacally. “You have no choice,” he laughed as he turned and started out of the office. “Come, Dick, let’s give them a chance to say… good-bye. Mwa ha, ha, ha…”

Dick waved at Steve and gave Selena a quick wink as he closed the door behind him and his father.

Steve accidentally caught Selena’s eye and quickly turned away with a blush of embarrassment as his father huffed angrily and picked up the phone.

“I shall call the bank and put a end to this,” Esteban mumbled as he started punching numbers on the key pad.

Selena pulled her own phone out and started punching numbers. “That’s a good idea, Unc,” she said to herself as Steve shuffled his feet.

Later in Selena’s stall, Ace leaned casually against the wall watching her wash yet another car. She was wearing a dark purple strapless bikini as she reached up over the hood, moving her wash-rag back and forth, her breasts swaying beneath her as her ass stuck out high in the air. His muscular arms were crossed across her broad chest as he whistled in appreciation.

Selena giggled as she looked over at Ace, noticing how well he was wearing his tight T-shirt and jeans. “Will you stop distracting me, I’m busy,” she said before sticking her tongue out at him and returning to her work. She turned around, arching her back as she sat on the hood of the car, buffing it with her tan skin, her skin glistening with the water dripping down her body.

“Sorry. I just got done delivering Christmas presents to a halfway house for misunderstood children and just had to see you. Don’t you get a break or something?” Ace asked as he continued staring at the beautiful Latina.

“That is so sweet, and I’ll get my break as soon as I’m done with this car,” Selena said as she dragged her ass from the hood and up the side of the car to the driver’s side window. She slid her out-thrust rear-end across the window before turning around and pressing her firm breasts against the glass and rubbing herself up and down.

When she finished with the car, Selena took the man’s money, glancing down into his lap through the now open window and noticing that like all her customers he was sporting a pretty good tent in his pants. She took his money and blew him a kiss, licking her lips before waving him off and turning her attention back to Ace as he drove off.

Ace hugged Selena’s warm, wet body before looking down at her. “You look exhausted,” he said with a note of worry.

“Thanks for pointing that out,” Selena said with a chuckle, “As a matter of fact I am exhausted. Mine is the only stall with customers and since I’m the only one that looks this good in a bikini, everybody just waits for me.”

“It’s hard to be so good,” Ace said. “You shouldn’t be doing this all on your own, Selena. Maybe I can find something to do to help?”

Selena looked up and down Ace’s body before staring up at him like he was a steak she couldn’t wait to devour. “As much as I’d like to see you rocking a banana hammock I don’t think you’d have the same effect on the customers,” she said with a giggle as she pressed her body tightly against his, groin to groin.

Ace rocked against Selena’s moist body for a moment, enjoying the feel of the heat coming off of her. “Still, there’s gotta be something I can do.”

Selena’s eyes suddenly peered over Ace’s broad shoulder as a van pulled into the parking lot of the car wash. “Actually,” Selena said with a smirk, “Thanks to a call I placed I think help is on the way.”

Following Selena’s eyes, Ace spotted the van just as the side door opened. His eyes went wide as a small group of hot, young women stepped out and waved enthusiastically at Selena.

Selena held her hand out to present her friends to Ace. “Let me introduce you to my help. Ace, I’d like you to meet Miley Cyrus, Victoria Justice, Demi Lovato, Jennifer Lawrence, Chloe Moretz, Hailee Steinfeld, and Taylor Swift,” she said with a wide grin.

The gaggle of scantily clad celebrities all giggled and ran at Selena, all hugging, all laughing, all jumping up and down in excitement. They squealed in joy, talking and catching up with what each other had been doing since the last time they had talked on their phones with each other, mostly just a few hours ago.

Ace watched as the girls spoke in sporadic giggles, often looking over at him from over their shoulders and winking. He couldn’t really keep track of what they were talking about, the subject seeming to wander and change at something less than a moments notice but they seemed to be able to follow each other and he guessed that was something at least. He heard a loud thump from off to his side and noticed that Steve had fallen heavily onto the ground, his eyes locked onto the group of girls.

The girls all hugged again and Taylor and Hailee broke away and walked back to the van, winking at Ace again as they passed, still giggling to each other. They grabbed their bags from where the driver had placed them on the ground and hopped back into the van. The driver closed the side door and then got in himself and Ace could barely see through the tinted windows as the girls flung off their tops just as the van lurched off.

The rest of the girls ran for their bags, Miley’s eyes crawling over Ace like she was choosing a steak before joining the girls. The grabbed their bags and scurried into the Esteban’s house while Selena ran up to Ace and gave him a quick hug. She looked from the corner of her eye at Steve as she whispered loud enough in Ace’s ear that her cousin could hear, “I’m gonna go help the girls change and then we’re gonna get to work.”

Steve grunted as Selena reached down and gave his muscular ass a quick squeeze before releasing him. “I guess this is what you meant by ‘help’, huh?” he said with a sly grin.

“I’m a marketing genius,” Selena said with a wide grin before running off to join her friends.

Ace smiled as he watched Selena’s tight ass flexing as she ran before a chocking sound caught his attention. He looked over and saw Steve, his eyes wide and his nose dripping blood. “You okay there, buddy?” he asked.

Steve chocked out again, blood spurting out of his nose.

Chapter 07

Selena caught up with her friends in the changing room and another round of giggles and hugs was had by all. “So that was Ace?” Miley asked with a lecherous grin.

“He’s soooo hot,” Victoria said as she took off her midriff baring top and flung it over her shoulder.

“My God, that chest,” Demi added as she fanned herself.

“And who was that skinny kid,” Jennifer asked.

“Yeah, he looked like he was having a stroke,” Chloe chirped.

“Oh, that’s just my cousin Steve,” Selena said as the girls started getting dressed. String bikinis flew through their air like they were graffiti as the girls began mixing and matching.

“That’s ‘the’ cousin Steve,” Jennifer said as she stood topless, her large tits jiggling as she rummaged around.

“I thought you were making him up,” Demi said as she slipped on a pair of booty shorts, deciding she didn’t like them and then slid them off her thick ass.

“No, no. He’s real,” Selena admitted with a growl of frustration, “And he’s been perving on me since I got here.”

“Incest is so hot right now,” Chloe added, completely naked, picking bikini parts up off the floor and trying to find a match.

“Ewww!” Victoria squealed and threw a flip-flop at Chloe, “You are so gross.”

“Families the best, put incest to the test,” Miley said as she stripped down to nothing and began picking out bikinis with the other girls.

“Oh my God, don’t you start,” Victoria said as she slapped Miley on the ass with the other flip-flop.

Miley squealed with mock shock and began twerking her ass back at Victoria, scuttling back and chasing the slender brunette with her pert rear-end.

Demi began laughing out loud as Miley chased Victoria with her pale ass. “Miley, you’re embarrassing yourself. You don’t have the ass for twerking,” she said with a slap of her own tan ass and began searching for the perfect bikini bottoms to show off her ass to perfection.

Jennifer stood up straight and looked over at Selena, her large breasts moving like ballast to her movements. “Wait, if he’s as bad as you say, is he spying on us right now?”

“Probably,” Selena admitted and peered around looking for a sign of her cousin, “He’s been spying on me and jacking off since I got here, probably.”

Still completely naked, Chloe slipped over to Jennifer. “Maybe we should give him a show then?” she said before cupping the back of the blonde’s head and kissing her.

Demi squealed in mock disgust, “Ewwww, you’re just a lezbo freak, Ms. Moretz,” and giggled, not noticing Miley coming up behind her.

“Considering what I’ve caught you doing and who I caught you with, that’s about like the pot calling the kettle black,” Miley said before sliding her hands down Demi’s back and cupping her thick ass, the tan flesh squeezing out from between her fingers.

“My God, Chloe,” Victoria whined as she stomped her foot and crossed her arms under her small breasts, “Do you have to do this everywhere you go?”

Breaking her kiss with Jennifer, Chloe strutted over to Victoria and stood defiantly in front of her, crossing her arms under her breasts to mirror Victoria. “What can I say? I am the party where ever I go,” she said with a sly smirk on her pouty lips.

Victoria just stared at Chloe for a moment before shrugging her slender shoulders in surrender. “Whatever,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes before uncrossing her arms and presenting herself to Chloe.

“Good girl,” Chloe said with a knowing smirk before pressing herself chest to chest with Victoria, wrapping her arms around her small waist and kissing her deeply.

Selena looked around at all of her perverted friends and rolled her eyes in frustration. “OMG! I am not putting on a lesbian orgy for my cousin,” she whined.

“Well, how ‘bout for me then?” Demi asked as she sneaked up behind Selena and pressed her naked body to her. She slid her hands around her friend’s tan body and cupped her firm tits.

Selena felt her nipples grow hard beneath her top and sighed in defeat. “I’ve got to get a new peer group,” she muttered before turning around in Demi’s embrace. She slid her arms around her friend’s waist and pressed herself close to her as their lips met and they moaned lustfully into each others mouths.

In a matter of moments all the young girls were naked in the middle of the changing room in a pile on the floor. Selena moaned as someone slid two fingers deep into her wet pussy. Miley growled as somebody pressed their tit to her face and she eagerly latched onto it with her sucking mouth. Victoria slipped her tongue into one of her friend’s tight asses. Demi pushed a thumb into one girl’s ass as she fingered the girl’s cunt. Jennifer squealed in delight as somebody shoved their tongue deep into her sopping cunt. Chloe grunted forcefully as she humped up against one of her friend’s hot, dripping pussies.

Selena panted in lust as one girl sucked and licked at her hard little clit. Miley giggled as two of her friends sucked at her hard nipples and she held their heads to her chest. Victoria moaned out into one girl’s dripping cunt as she shoved her tongue as deep as she could into her hot hole. Demi rode someone’s face as another girl shoved two fingers into her thick ass. Jennifer stuttered in pleasure as one of her friend’s slid two fingers into her pussy while circling her clit with their thumb and another licked her puckered asshole. Chloe stood defiantly in front of Demi, gripping the sides of her head while humping her wet pussy against her face.

Chloe and Jennifer laid Selena down on the cold floor before Jennifer crawled between her tan legs and Chloe straddled her face. Jennifer pulled Selena’s thighs over her shoulders as Selena wrapped her arms around Chloe’s legs. Selena pulled Chloe’s pussy down to her mouth and began eagerly licking at the small blonde girl’s dripping hole while Jennifer slid her tongue into Selena’s hot pussy.

Next to their three friends, Miley, Victoria, and Demi were all on their sides, their heads between their thighs, licking at one another’s horny cunts in a daisy-chain. Their arms were wrapped possessively around their thighs, holding each girl to each girl’s lapping mouths as they all licked eagerly at their horny pussies.

There were three windows in the changing room, two one the west side and one on the north. Each window was set high in the walls, just over a foot and a half feet wide and three feet long. On the outside of the walls, below the windows were a series of crates holding three men each peering through the window. Each man was masturbating furiously as they watched the lesbian orgy of young, hot celebrities, a unspoken agreement between all of them not to look at one another, only the girls. The crates creaked dangerously as they all fisted their cocks but they could barely hear it as they listened intently to the sounds the girls were making. And the leader of the whole group was Steve, his eyes darting between his cousin and Miley Cyrus.

As each of the six, sweating, lust addled celebrities began reaching their orgasms they each began working furiously at whatever girl they were fucking, each girl determined to make the others cum with them. Their moans and grunts echoed through the dressing room, vibrating off the windows as the eight men and Steve all tried to hold off their own orgasms until the girls came first.

The sunlight shining through the windows gleamed on the girls sweat slick skin as their writhed and humped lustfully against each others lust wracked, naked bodies. Their moans echoed back and forth through the changing room as their tongues and fingers slid over their heated flesh. Suddenly one girl began to yell out as she came, her juices gushing out to cover the girl pleasuring her and dripping onto the floor as another girl started to cum. All the girls’ bodies twitched and shuddered in pleasure as their orgasms rocked through them one after the other, panting and groaning as they pleasured on another.

“F, f, f, fuck, k, k, k,” Steve stuttered as he came, her white sperm arching through the air and spattering against the wall. The other men surrounding him all came as well, coating the wall with their seed.

“I love whenever Selena visits,” one of the men said as he casually zipped up his prick and went back to work with a wink at Steve.

As the car wash employees went back to work, two of Selena’s friends got to work themselves. The airport van pulled to a stop outside of The Greater State Bank Of Florida and Hailee and Taylor got out of the side door. They had changed clothes in the back which had distracted the driver enough that he had nearly crashed twice which sent them into several fits of giggles. Taylor had tried to make it up to the driver by offering him a quick blow-job but Hailee had dragged her off, laughing at the blonde singer as she told her she’d have to get her next song from someone else.

Taylor was dressed in a black, billowy skirt and gauzy white blouse that showed off her black bra while Hailee was dressed in tan slacks that fit tightly over her taunt ass and a silk, sleeveless top. Their long legs carried them to the bank doors and they walked boldly in, their sudden cold air from the air conditioner pulling their nipples up hard and tight.

Hailee walked up to the first employee she saw and smiled sweetly at him. “Can you point me to the person in charge of business loans,” she said breathlessly as she toyed coyly with with his tie.

“And I’m the slut,” Taylor said with a smirk and a roll of her eyes.

The banker swallowed the lump in his throat as his shaky hand pointed the girls to a small office off to the side and Hailee smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks, sugar,” she said and walked off putting an extra swish in her step.

“You are such a flirt-slut,” Taylor giggled into Hailee’s ear as they made their way to the office. “Does Chloe know you wiggle your ass at every guy you walk by,” she asked with a wolfish smirk.

Hailee licked her lips with a grin. “She punishes me whenever she finds out,” she admitted with a grin.

“You two are so bent,” Taylor said with a chuckle as they reached the office door. “Knock, knock,” she said as she wrapped on the doorway, “Is this where we see about business loans?”

“Uh, yes. Yes, it is,” the banker said as he looked up at the two, sexy girls. “Ah… Come in, come in,” he said and gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk.

Hailee sat in one chair as Taylor closed the door behind them. The office was made completely of glass walls including the door and the slender, blonde singer closed the blinds on the door as Hailee began talking to the banker.

“I’d like to talk to you about Esteban’s Car Wash down off the beach,” Hailee said as professionally as she could while Taylor closed the blinds to one section of the wall.

“No problem,” the banker said as he stared typing on his computer. “And your name please?” he asked with a final tap.

“Hailee Steinfeld,” she said curtly as Taylor continued closing the blinds behind them.

“I’m afraid I don’t see your name on the loan,” The banker said not noticing Taylor closing the last of the blinds.

“Oh, we’re not,” Taylor said as she clicked the office door locked, “We’re just… friends of the family.”

“Well, I don’t know what I can do for you ladies,” the banker said.

The banker finally looked up and noticed how much darker the office was and that the blonde girl was leaning her hip against his desk. “I, ah… I don’t understand. There’s nothing I can do since you… neither of you are on the loan,” he said with a small note of confusion, "I don’t know what I can do for you ladies.”

Hailee smirked as she crossed her legs dramatically, drawing the banker’s eyes. “It’s… more of what we can do for you,” she said breathlessly.

“Excuse me?” the banker said right before Taylor bent down and kissed him. She grabbed his head with both hands, holding him still as she slipped her warm, pink tongue into his mouth.

Taylor broke the kiss and the banker looked up at her with wide, confused eyes.

“We’re here to talk to you about a deferment on the loan,” Hailee said as she followed Taylor’s lead and slowly pulled off her top to reveal her small, firm breasts.

“I… I… I…” the banker stammered as he looked from the topless brunette to the blonde who had kissed him who was now suddenly topless. He had no idea how she had gotten her top off so fast but they were both now equally topless.

“We realize how much of a problem this could be…” Taylor started as she walked behind the banker’s chair and pulled it and him away from his desk.

“…so we wanted to thank you in advance,” Hailee said as she stood up and walked around the desk on the banker’s other side.

Both young women got down on their knees on either side of the banker and smiled to each other over the bulge in his lap. They reached across with nimble fingers and unbuttoned his slacks, Taylor pulling down his zipper as Hailee unbuckled his belt. His erection sprang forth and Taylor quickly grabbed it by it’s base as Hailee bent over his lap, kissing the tip before wrapping her moist lips around it.

Hailee sucked the banker’s cock into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue as she swallowed it into her mouth. Taylor massaged the base of his cock with one hand and scooped his heavy balls out with the other. As Hailee bobbed her head up and down she massaged his balls and jerked the bottom of his shaft, twisting her wrist as her hand reached his base before tugging him back up, Hailee’s lips meeting her fist.

Releasing the banker’s cock from her mouth, Hailee let Taylor have his prick as she leaned up. She kissed the banker passionately before sliding her body up, bringing her chest up to his mouth and he immediately latched onto on of her ripe nipples. She ran her hands through his thinning hair, moaning lustfully as he switched from one small tit to the other. She held him to her chest with one hand as she struggled to undo her pants with the other. She finally managed to unfasten her pants and pull them down over her taunt ass to reveal her simple, pink G-string.

Taylor’s greedy eyes crawled over Hailee’s barely covered groin as she bobbed her head up and down the banker’s lap, her lips stretched tight around his girth as her tongue massaged his shaft in her warm mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the older man reach around her young friend and squeeze her ass as Hailee finally managed to get out of her pants. She pulled the banker’s prick out of her mouth with a slurp, a string of drool reaching from her lips to the tip of his cock. She giggled to herself as her friend straddled the older man’s lap, his hand never leaving her ass as she got herself positioned above him.

Hailee moaned in lust as she felt Taylor’s knowledgeable fingers pull her G-string to the side to expose her shaved, pink cunt. She shivered in pleasure as the blonde singer’s fingers teased her pussy, rubbing her labia lightly as her fingertips teased her wet, little hole. She let Taylor take her over, pushing her down until the banker’s tip was rubbing against her pussy, Taylor using it to tease her.

Taylor held Hailee over the banker’s cock and then looked up at him. “So, how about that deferment,” she asked coyly.

The banker’s eyes snapped to the blonde girl. She slowly circled the base of his cock with her fingers, never breaking eye contact with him, his cock throbbing painfully in her hand. “I, ah… There’s nothing… nothing I can do,” he gasped in need, “It’s due by the end of the week!”

Hailee grabbed the banker by the sides of his head, bringing his eyes up to her. His wide eyes traveled from her face to her exposed chest and back again. “And what time?” she asked coyly.

“Four… four thirty,” he gasped, “Four thirty, the end of the business day.”

Taylor began fisting the banker’s cock with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. “And, are you going to sell the loan off before then?” Taylor asked knowingly.

“No! I swear to God no!” the banker gasped.

“Good boy,” Hailee said as she pulled the banker’s head to her chest. He immediately began sucking and nibbling at her small chest as Taylor guided her down onto his cock. His soft cock-head slowly parted her pussy walls as she sank down, drawing a moan from her lips as she slid down his hard shaft.

Taylor smirked to herself as she stripped off all of her clothes and knelt down behind Hailee and the brunette girl began sliding up and down the banker’s cock. She placed her hands on her friend’s pistoning hips and used her thumbs to part Hailee’s taunt ass-cheeks. She extended her tongue and licked the brunette’s tiny puckered asshole and felt her shiver in response. She gently probed Hailee’s tiny hole, wiggling her tongue around as she slid the tip in and out. She licked down her friend’s sensitive taint to where the banker’s cock was slipping in and out of her pussy and then down the bit of hard shaft to the banker’s bloated balls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the banker said as one young lady fucked him and the other began licking his balls. He had been propositioned before and always handled it professionally but these girls were so sexually aggressive he hadn’t even really had a chance to fight back and by now wouldn’t have stopped them if he had a choice.

“Oh yessss…” Hailee hissed in pleasure as she felt Taylor’s talented tongue slide around her asshole to the banker’s balls and back again. She had planned to come into the bank, talk about the loan, flirt with a banker for information, maybe even let him get to second base but whenever Taylor was around everything always came down to sex and Taylor had the CD sales to prove it.

As Taylor licked from Hailee’s ass down to the banker’s balls she slid one hand across her friend’s soft ass-cheek to slowly slip her middle finger into the brunette’s tight asshole. She could hear her friend gasp out in pleasure and smiled to herself in pride, the banker grunting as well. She worked hard at sex and it was always nice to know that people appreciated her efforts.

The banker gasped and moaned into the brunette girl’s chest as he balls began to tighten up under the other girl’s tongue. The blonde girl’s smiling face poked up from behind her friend’s shoulder and she winked coyly at him. He could feel the blonde girl’s finger in the brunette girl’s ass wiggling around through the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass and then he groaned in pleasure as she lovingly squeezed his balls. He erupted inside of the brunette girl, filling her tight pussy with his thick cum.

As Hailee felt the banker cum inside of her it triggered her own orgasm. Her already tight cunt gripped his cock, milking it of it’s hot cum as she shuddered in pleasure. From behind her she could hear Taylor whisper into her ear, “You’re welcome.”

Ten minutes later and after a quick clean-up in the bathroom, Hailee and Taylor walked triumphantly out of the bank with Taylor humming the whole time. “Does everything you do involve sex?” Hailee asked with a smirk.

“Pretty much,” Taylor admitted off handedly, “’Sides, I got a new CD I gotta put out next year.”

Hailee giggled as she held her arm out to hail a cab. “Selena was right about you,” she said.

“Pretty much,” Taylor giggled.

When Taylor and Hailee showed up they quickly changes into their bikinis: Hailee wearing a small one piece bikini that barely covered her ass and Taylor wearing a high waisted one that showed off her long legs. With eight barely covered girls there was enough people for one each of the five stalls with the others sashaying back and forth helping with the customers. Victoria kept mostly to the customers, fluttering her dark eyes at the men with a sweet smile while Jennifer helped, joking with the men while bending down to peer at them with her breasts dangling below her. Chloe walked back and forth between the stalls helping the other girls by giving helpful suggestions which mostly consisted of encouraging Hailee and Demi to wash car windows with their firm rear-ends. Miley and Taylor were the more bold of the girls, often skipping back and forth between their stalls to embrace each other in front of the customers, rubbing their soap slick bodies together.

Selena kept mostly to her own stall, except for the times she needed to peel Miley and Taylor apart, and tied to keep track of all the new customers. The regular crew were sitting in the back of the lot watching the girls do all the work but would eagerly jump in whenever they were asked. Selena looked around with pride at what she had accomplished, sure that she had saved her uncle’s car wash.

As the afternoon wore on the girls were completely soaked with warm, sudsy water, gleaming in the sunlight as customer after customer rolled through the car wash. As Selena kept herself busy taking turns pulling Miley an Taylor apart and then switching to pulling Chloe and Hailee out of the bushes she saw Ace’s van pull up and jumped up and down with glee. "Look what I did," she squealed happily as she ran over and he exited the ice cream van. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him deeply, rubbing her soft, wet body against him before noticing how stiff his posture was. "What’s the matter," she asked.

Ace looked thoughtfully off into the distance, sunlight glinting off of his thick hair before turning to Selena. "Better round up the girls, I’ve got some bad news," he said solemnly.

Selena quickly rounded up the girls for a break and let the regular car wash crew take over but since the car loads of men eagerly agreed to wait in their hot cars until the girls got back the crew still had nothing to do. "So what’s up, Chest McShoulders?" Miley asked Ace as she ran her long tongue over her lips. Selena elbowed her playfully in the ribs before nodding at Ace to continue.

Steve ran over to the group, strongly out of breath with his shirt untucked over the front of his pants. What’s up?" he asked through gasps of air, the muscles in his hands cramping painfully.

Selena watched her strange cousin for a moment before shaking her head. She had no idea what was wrong with him now an decided that she didn’t want to know what he had been up to.

Ace looked respectfully at the actresses’s faces rater than their barely concealed bodies because he was raised a gentleman as he started talking. "I’ve been driving past Vic’s car washes, " he started before being interrupted by Steve.

"Do you even sell ice cream?" he muttered, "’Cuz it seems you mostly just cruise around.". He gasped in pain as his cousin elbowed him far harder than she had Miley and glared at him angrily causing Taylor to snicker.

Ace continued with his story while respectfully ignoring Selena’s family squabbles. "He is still using his models but has started a new business strategy," he said flatly.

"Oh my God, what?" Jennifer asked, unintentionally sending a jiggle through her exposed cleavage.

Ace respectfully ignored the abundant amount of creamy, quaking cleavage barely contained in Jennifer’s top as he continued. "The models, I’m afraid to say, are now completely topless," he said.

Chapter 08

The girls looked at each other with wide eyes before Miley chirped in. "That’s it?" she asked as she looked at her friends. "Fuck it," she said with a casual shrug of her shoulders before flinging her top off and freeing her firm, apple sized breasts. "Back to work y’all," she said as she walked back to her stall.

"I didn’t mean for that…" Ace said while Steve clutched his chest and fell over.

"Yeah, she just does that," Taylor said with a defeatist shrug.

Jennifer looked around at her friends and then shrugged her own shoulders. "It’s not like people didn’t see worse during The Fappening," she said as she began pulling off her top.

"Guess you’re right," Victoria agreed before taking her top down from off of her shoulders.

Chloe and Hailee looked at each other for a moment before Chloe pulled down Hailee’s top to reveal the brunette girl’s small, firm breasts. "These are mine," she said as she pointed to Hailee breasts and glared at her friends, "Look but don’t touch."

"You are so butch," Hailee giggled.

Take a Mydol, Chloe," Taylor said with a playful roll of her eyes as she untied her top and let it fall to the ground before walking after Miley.

As the other girls began following Taylor and Miley back to their stalls, Demi looked over at Selena with a smirk. "In for a penny, in for a pound," she giggled before releasing her own small breasts.

"I don’t even know what that means," Selena said as she watched Demi join the other girls. She turned back and looked up expectantly at Ace but he just smiled down at her warmly, the sun glinting off of his startling white teeth.

"It’s actually an old English saying that means that even if you are invested in something even the smallest bit, or ‘Penny’, then you are invested fully, or ‘Pound’ which was the currency at the time," Ace said.

Selena looked up at Ace reverently. "You are perfect," she said in awe.

"Far from that," Ace said humbly with a manly chuckle. "Can I help you with your top, m’lady?" he asked.

Selena smiled as she turned around an presented her graceful back to Ace and held her thick hair up away from the tie. She shivered as the tall, handsome man slid his fingers up her spine slowly before nimbly untiring her top and letting it fall to the ground. She turned back towards him, thrusting her chest out slightly and moaning as he cupped one of her breasts and ran his thumb over her hard, dark nipple. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, groaning into his mouth before breaking the kiss.

"Good luck," Ace whispered into Selena’s ear.

"I don’t need luck, I have you," Selena said before skipping happily after her friends.

Ever being the provocateur, Miley quickly took control of the topless celebrities. She placed Demi, Chloe, Hailee, Taylor and Selena into stalls while leaving Jennifer and Victoria to deal with the customers and deal with the money leaving her to direct the action.

The same peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage from the bikini store with music legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court starts.

Miley strutted towards Demi’s stall swaying her hips widely in time with the beat as she stepped in. She wrapped her arms around Demi and dragged her in front of the car, pressing their bodies together and grinding against her friend. They spun around the car until they were at the drivers side door and Miley pressed Demi’s thick ass against the window. She grabbed the thicker girl’s wide hips and used her grip to move Demi’s ass back and forth, cleaning the glass as they kissed.

Steve groaned and his eyes fluttered as he watched from behind the bushes outside the stall.

The same peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage from the bikini store which was legally different enough from any actual popular sing to stay out of court continues as Miley heads to the next stall.

Making her way to Chloe’s stall, Miley immediately grabbed the smaller girl and kissed her passionately moving their barely covered bodies to the front of Chloe’s car. Chloe sat up on the hood with her thighs spread wide as Miley looked over the blonde’s shoulder at the driver. She smiled wickedly at the man and extended her tongue fully before hiding her face in front of Chloe. Even though the driver couldn’t see her as she licked down the smaller girl’s body until she had her face buried in Chloe’s crotch when suddenly the horn sounded for some reason.

Steve’s nose started bleeding as he poked his head around the outside corner of the stall to watch Miley.

The same peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage from the bikini store which was legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court follows Miley as she pulls Chloe into the next stall.

Chloe and Miley stare at Hailee’s up-thrust ass as the brunette bends over to wash her car’s hood. Chloe’s eyes go wide as she licks her lips hungrily as Hailee’s heart shaped ass sways back and forth in time with the beat of the music. Hailee spots Chloe and Miley and gives them a coy wink which breaks the blonde girl’s restraint. Chloe lunges forward tackling Hailee to the ground below where the driver of the car can’t see them. Miley saunters over as Chloe and Hailee’s bikini bottoms fly up in front of the driver side window and then fall back down again. Miley looks down below the window with a fake look of surprise on her face before looking at the driver and giving him a sly wink.

Steve nearly fell from the over-head pipes in the stall as he stared down at the three lusty celebrities.

Miley wiggles her hips in time to the same peppy, somewhat catch, synth-pop musical montage from the bikini store which was legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court as she heads into the next stall.

Grinning wildly, Miley walked boldly into Selena’s stall while the Latina beauty was bent over washing the car’s trunk, her bronze breasts swaying rhythmicly below her chest. She pushed Selena forward and then grabbed her hips, thrusting her groin against the brunette girl’s taunt ass. She rocked her hips back and forth like she was fucking the dark skinned girl doggy style, sticking her tongue out at the driver staring at them from his rear-view mirror.

From his hiding spot in the drainage pipe, looking up through the iron grate, Steve slipped and nearly drowned.

Skipping and twirling in time to the same peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage from the bikini store which was legally different enough from any actual popular song to stay out of court, Miley checked in on the last stall.

Miley found Taylor sitting on top of the car with her long legs spread wide waiting for her. She scurried up on top of the car and eagerly spread her own legs wide, scissoring Taylor in time to the music. The owner rolled down his window to be able to see as the two barely clothed celebrities humped up against one another.

Steve’s head poked out from under the car as he tried to watch Miley and Taylor.

The same peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage from the bikini store that was legally different enough from any actual song to stay out of court played through every car stereo in the parking lot as Jennifer and Victoria danced. At one car, Jennifer pulled her bikini down to just above her pubic mound to let the customer slide his money into her bottoms. At another car Victoria bent over at the waist to let the customer slide his money into her tan little ass-crack as the topless girls continued to dance and wiggle around.

From between the cars, Steve continued following the girls while nearly getting ran over at least a dozen times.

In the bushes towards the side of Esteban’s car wash, the music was nearly completely muffled as Dick Surge stared wickedly at the gaggle of galavanting girls. He couldn’t help but rub his prick through his pants as he watched the car washing women working and groaned out in unreleased lust. Dropping his pants he started furiously masturbating until a voice from behind him startled him. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" the voice said. He tried to spin around and tripped on his pants landing on his bare ass.

"Looks like a peeping tom," Chloe said as she stood defiantly with her hands on her hips, her top back on as she had snuck around. If the customer wasn’t paying yet they weren’t getting a free show.

"Or a spy," Jennifer said standing just to Chloe’s side, also wearing her top.

"Is that it? Are you a spy?" Chloe asked angrily.

Dick stood up straight and dropped his voice a octave. He crossed his arms across his chest and tried to appear tuff, forgetting that his pants were around his ankles and his prick was dangling in the breeze. "Wouldn’t you like to know," he sneered.

"Kinda why Chloe asked," Jennifer said with a roll of her eyes before turning to her friend. "What should we do to him?" she asked, also trying to appear tough.

"He’s a spy so I say we call the cops on him," Chloe said as she glared angrily at the cocky young man, "I bet they can get him to talk."

"Phttt…" Dick noted dismissively, "I’m rich and white, I’ll be out in twenty minutes."

Jennifer sighed in mock surrender. "He’s got a point," she said to Chloe.

Chloe shrugged her shoulders in mock defeat. "I guess you’re right, Jennifer," she said meekly.

"Damn Skippy," Dick added.

"I guess we have no choice but to interrogate him ourselves," Jennifer said.

"I guess you’re right," Chloe said.

"Huh?" Dick said.

"Who are you?" Jennifer asked sternly.

"Your mamma," Dick snorted.

Chloe and Jennifer smirked wickedly at the intruder before taking a step closer to each other, their bikini covered breasts nearly touching. "Won’t you tell us who you are?" Chloe could before moving in closer to Jennifer, their barely covered breasts touching.

"Pretty please?" Jennifer added before moving in closer to Chloe, her larger tits enveloping Chloe’s smaller ones.

Dick was flabbergasted as he watched the two barely covered young women start running their hands lightly up each other’s sides.

"Pretty please with sugar on top?" Chloe added before wrapping her arms gingerly around Jennifer’s waist.

"And whipped cream," Jennifer said in a deep, husky, bedroom voice before kissing Chloe. The kissed wetly, their tongues visibly caressing each other as their mouths made wet, smacking sounds.

"And cherries," Chloe whispered as she began kissing down to Jennifer’s renowned chest. She ran her tongue down the taller actresses’s graceful neck to her collar bone, kissing the hollow of her neck before licking down to the center of Jennifer’s chest. Each girl reached around the other and untied their tops, the only thing holding the bare bits of material up was their pressed together chests.

"Please tell us your name," Chloe could as she and Jennifer looked at the spying young man with smoldering eyes.

"Di… Di… Dick. Dick Surge," he choked out.

Chloe and Jennifer smiled sweetly at Dick before moving apart slightly and letting their tops fall to the ground. They turned their bare chest towards him for a moment to let him see their unencumbered breasts before melding their bodies back together. Jennifer kissed gently down to Chloe’s slender chest, making the younger star moan in appreciation as she kissed from the center of her chest to one of her small tits.

Dick began slowly tugging on his throbbing prick as he watched the two topless celebs until the shorter one’s head whipped over and she glared angrily at him.

"Public masturbation is illegal, bud," Chloe snapped as Jennifer sucked in her hard, little nipple.

"Ye… Yes, ma… ma’am," Dick muttered as he released his grip on his aching prick.

Chloe cooed as Jennifer kissed over to her other tit before pushing the taller celebrity back so she could kiss the taller girl’s larger tits. She kissed over ever bare inch of exposed flesh before zeroing in on Jennifer’s hard, little, puffy nipples. The X-Men star held her head to her chest, moving her back and forth from tit to tit, groaning in pleasure.

Both horny stars slid their hands down the other’s body to their hips. They each grabbed the elastic of the others bikini bottoms and began stretching them out, pulling them down to just above their pubic mounds before pulling them up tight to expose their rounded ass-cheeks.

"So, I take it you’re Vic’s son?" Jennifer asked, staring straight into Dick’s eyes as Chloe began kissing down her torso. Never breaking eye contact, she lightly tongued her friends bellybutton and drawing a gasp of pleasure from her friend and a gurgle from Dick. She licked back up the Kick Ass star’s body to her chest as she slid her hands into the back of Chloe’s bikini bottoms. She slid her hands down, stretching the flimsy bottoms down to reveal the horny girl’s tight ass as she squeezed her taunt cheeks.

Dick drooled as he watched the two girls, his eyes locked on the shorter girl’s ass until the taller girl started pulling her bottoms back up. "Yes, yes! Vic’s my father!" he blurted out to stop the taller girl from pulling the shorter girl’s bikini back up.

Jennifer smirked knowingly as she peeled Chloe’s bottoms off of her ass and let the brief bit of bikini fall to the ground leaving her friend wearing only her sneakers. Chloe turned slightly to her side, hiding her bare pussy from Dick’s view but revealing her taunt ass to him completely. She smiled coyly over her shoulder at him before giving him a wink and climbing down on her knees in front of Jennifer. She held her friend by her hips as she bent forward and kissed her friend’s bellybutton. She kissed down Jennifer’s stomach to the elastic of her bikini bottoms and gripped it between her teeth. Using nothing else besides her teeth she pulled the taller girl’s bottoms down her legs before letting it fall to the ground around her sneakers.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Dick gasped as he stared lustfully at the two naked women. They were turned to their sides so he could see their asses but couldn’t quite see their naked pussies.

The girls stood hip to hip, running their hands up and down the other’s back, cupping their asses before trailing their fingers up again. They pressed their bodies close, chest to chest, groin to groin, and kissed passionately again making sure that Dick couldn’t really see anything but the side of their naked bodies rubbing together. Their hands wandered over their bodies as they stared lustfully at Dick. "What were you doing in the bushes, Dick," Chloe asked before kissing Jennifer again.

"I… I can’t say," Dick said pitifully.

"Please tell us," Jennifer asked breathlessly.

"Really, I can’t," Dick said on the verge of tears.

Both girls smirked wickedly at Dick before taking a step towards him, their arms around their waists, their flush bodies on full display. "Oh God, Dick, I need to know so bad," Chloe said as they took another step towards the horny spy.

"Please no. Don’t make me," Dick pleaded.

Jennifer licked her lips as she and Chloe took another step. "Please, Dick. I’m aching to know," she cooed wantonly.

"Just… just go ahead and call the cops," Dick whined.

"It’s to late for that," Jennifer said with a wicked smirk as she took one last step towards Dick. She reached up and slowly began running her fingertips down his chest as Chloe placed a hand on his bare hip.

"My little pussy is so hot an wet for you, Dick," Chloe said in a child’s sing-song voice as she trialed her fingertips slowly from his hip towards his throbbing cock.

"I want to feel you deep inside of me," Jennifer said as her own fingertips neared Dick’s groin.

Just as the two girls’ hands neared his aching prick, Dick’s body suddenly convulsed. "Ihavetoreportbacktomydadwhatyou’redoimgsowecantopyou," he blurted out an instant before he came.

Both celebrities squeaked out and jumped back to escape the arching blob of Dick’s cum. "Ewww…!!" Chloe squealed as Jennifer began giggling.

Dick groaned in embarrassment before looking down at what he had done. "Dammit! It’s on my shoes," he whined.

Chloe and Jennifer looked at each other for a moment before breaking out into gales of laughter.

"It’s not funny," Dick said defensively, "These are three hundred dollar shoes."

The girls just laughed harder as they picked their bikinis up off the ground and flung them across one shoulder each. "Thanks for the info, Dick," Jennifer laughed before wrapping her arm around Chloe’s waist.

Dick couldn’t do anything but watch the two beautiful, naked women walk confidently away as he stood helplessly with his pants around his ankles.

"Oh geez," Steve muttered to himself, hidden in more bushes only a few feet from Dick. He stroked his prick furiously as he watched Chloe and Jennifer’s naked asses as they walked back to the car wash.

"Is that Selena’s cousin?" Demi whispered to Miley, both stars not bothering to put their tops back on while walking around the car wash.

"It looks like him," Miley whispered back, "Course, he was wearing pants in the picture I saw at Selena’s house."

Demi snorted with laughter trying not to be heard by the masturbating cousin.

"Don’t be mean," Miley chided her with a playful elbow I’m Demi’s ribs. She looked at Steve for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "He’s kinda cute," she admitted.

"In a creepy, incest-y kinda way, sure," Demi whispered with a roll of her eyes.

"Slut, please," Miley said, "Like you ain’t ever flicked your bean thinking about Selena."

This time Demi shrugged her shoulders thinking about when Selena had been telling her the story over the phone. "Maybe," she reluctantly admitted.

"I kinda feel bad for him," Miley said as she stared at the poor, pathetic, masturbating cousin, "Growing up so close to Selena’s hot little body and not being able to do anything about it."

"You are not thinking about what I think you’re thinking about, are you?" Demi asked as she looked at Miley with shock, "All we were doing was looking for Jennifer and Chloe and now you wanna throw a pity fuck at Selena’s cousin."

"Maybe," Miley said as she looked at her friend with a playful grin.

Demi threw her arms up in the air in frustration. "Is there nobody on this planet you don’t wanna fuck?" she asked in disbelief.

"Well, that’s kinda the point in being pan-sexual," she said as she stood up, "There is something attractive in everybody."

"You and Captain Jack Harkness," Demi muttered before standing up and pointing at the masturbating cousin. "And that guy?"

"Pathetic cuteness and pity," Miley said with a shrug before walking toward Selena’s cousin.

"I bought my dog for the same reason and I don’t fuck it," Demi muttered before giving up and following Miley.

Miley snuck up behind the crouching masturbater and wrapped her arms around him before he even knew she was there. He cried out in surprise and she quickly replaced his hand with her own, tugging on his prick while reaching down and gripping his balls. "I’m Miley, and you are?" she asked with a giggle as she jerked him off.

Steve nearly swallowed his tongue as he tried not to cry out in shock. He looked down and just as he expected, his hands weren’t the ones fondling his cock and balls. It was kinda out of the ordinary for somebody else’s hands to be masturbating him and he didn’t quite know what to make of it.

Demi walked in front of Selena’s cousin and he looked like he had just seen a ghost rather than having a sexy, young celebrity pulling on his pole. "You’re Steve, right?" she asked. When the frightened cousin nodded his head dumbly she said, "Pleased to meet you, I’m Demi," before dropping to her knees in front of him. Miley had her hand around the base of his shaft so she decided to start started with the tip. She circled his cock-head head with her tongue before licking down his shaft to Miley’s fist and back up again and circling his tip again. She worked her tongue down the other side of his shaft and back up, once again licking his sensitive tip. She sucked the first few inches of his prick into her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft until she met her friend’s fist again and then sliding back up making him groan in pleasure.

With Demi blowing Steve, Miley released her grip on his cock and stepped around to face him. "Now, don’t go falling in love with us," she giggled before sliding her bikini bottoms down her legs. She giggled at the look of wide-eyed surprise on his face before leaning into him, pressing her unencumbered breasts against his chest as she kissed him. Her talented tongue thoroughly explored his mouth, leaving him breathless as she broke the kiss. Giggling to herself in satisfaction she dropped to her knees and took his cock from Demi, plunging it into her throat and easily deep-throating him.

Demi looked down at Miley effortlessly took Steve’s cock in to the base and back out again. "Practice makes perfect," she playfully sneered at Miley. Miley nodded her head enthusiastically around the cock in her mouth and gave her a thumbs-up, making Demi snort in laughter. Using Miley’s bobbing head for balance, Demi peeled her bathing suit down her legs, bending at the waist, placing her hands flat on the ground, her ass out-thrust towards Steve.

"Oh my God," Steve gasped as Demi slowly stood back up, his eyes locked on her thick, round ass.

Demi smirked and winked down at Miley at having distracted Steve from the blonde singer’s blow-job. Miley flipped her off before pulling Selena’s cousin’s prick out of her mouth and standing up. "Yeah, yeah. Great ass. Whatever," Miley said dismissively before turning her attention back to the shocked young man. "Down ya go," she chirped as she pushed down on Steve’s shoulders. He responded to everything she promoted him to do until he was on his back still wearing his shirt but his pants and underwear around his ankles and his prick pointing up into the air.

"Are we sure Selena didn’t say her cousin was retarded or something?" Demi whispered into Miley’s ear as they both stared down at the shock still young man.

"I don’t think so," Miley whispered back, "He is pretty much just a mannequin." She looked him over until her eyes came to his stiff prick and she gave a shrug. "Oh well, to late to stop now," she said before getting down on her knees and straddling Steve’s shocked face.

"Ewww!" Demi laughed as Miley got comfortable on her knees above Steve’s head, "That’s disgusting!"

"What?" Miley said with a devilish grin, "The mentally disabled are people too." She grabbed Selena’s cousin by the side of his head and yanked it up off the ground. "Lick," she ordered.

Steve stared blankly up at the bald vagina hovering above his head.

"Oh my God maybe he had a stroke," Demi exclaimed as she quickly got on her knees and lifted Steve’s arm up and let it go. The arm flopped down onto the ground bonelessly. "Fuck! I think we killed Selena’s cousin," she gasped as she lifted his wrist up and felt for a pulse.

"He ain’t dead," Miley said as she shook Steve’s head and looked down the length of her naked body at his head between her thighs, "Are ya, boy? Can you say something? Come on. Speak. Speak to me."

"Can I have your autograph?" Steve asked meekly.

Still hidden inside of the bushes, several feet away from the two naked celebrities, Dick Surge grinned wickedly. "Gotcha!" he whispered to himself victoriously as he filmed the three naked people with his phone.

Twenty minutes later after sneaking out of the bushes, Dick stood proudly in front of his father’s desk. "I’m telling you, dad, I saw the whole thing."

In his chair behind his office desk, Vic looked up at his son wearily. "You’re telling me that Esteban’s niece’s celebrity friends are fucking the customers?" he asked skeptically.

"I caught it on my phone," Dick said as he pulled out his cell and turned it on. "Take a look," he said as he handed the evidence to his father.

Vic picked up his sons phone and began looking through it. "Porn, porn, porn…" he muttered as he flicked through the screens before turning the screen back to his son, "…and for some reason a picture of a horse in a tutu."

"No, you’re doing it wrong," Dick groaned before grabbing his phone back. He found the video and handed it back to his father. "See?"

As Vic watched the video he slowly began to smile. "Son, I’m about to be happy that you have absolutely no luck with women on your own and say something to you that I’d never think I’d say," as he turned his face up to his son.

"Yeah, dad?"

"Call me every hooker you know."

Dick placed his hands on his hips. "I’ve got ’em on speed dial," he said triumphantly.

Chapter 09

Selena was struggling to put sunscreen on her back as Jennifer and Chloe ran up to her, Jennifer’s larger breasts swaying on her chest as Chloe’s smaller breasts jiggled with each step. "Selena, thank God we found you," Jennifer said.

"We found out something important," Chloe added.

"Sure, guys, what’s up?" Selena asked before handing Jennifer her bottle of sunscreen and adding, "Can you help me with this?"

Jennifer grabbed the bottle as Selena turned her back to her. "We found that ass-clown Dick Surge in the bushes spying on us," she said as she squirted some lotion into her hand and then passed the bottle to Chloe.

"Ewww!" Selena squealed in disgust as Chloe squirted some of the sunscreen into her palm and set the bottle down.

"I don’t think he was just perving on is," Jennifer added as she began rubbing the thick sunscreen into Selena’s graceful back.

"Well, not just perving on is," Chloe said helpfully as she began rubbing the sunscreen across Selena’s flat stomach.

Jennifer slid her hands across Selena’s shoulders as the Latina beauty moved her hair to the side. "Well, yeah, he was definitely perving on us," she agreed as her hands massaged the lotion into Selena’s neck and down between her shoulder blades.

"Totally jackin’ it in the bushes," Chloe giggled as she ran her hands low on Selena’s belly, just above her low slung bikini bottoms, the tips of her thumbs barely sneaking in beneath the elastic.

"It was totally gross," Jennifer admitted as her hands spread the lotion from the center of Selena’s shoulder blades to her sides, just under her arms, "But he also told us that he was spying for his father."

"No," Selena gasped in surprise, "That crook!"

"I know, right?" Chloe agreed as her hands traveled up from Selena’s lower abdomen to just below her chest. "So we find him and me and Jennifer interrogate him," she said as her fingertips slid wetly across the under-swell of her friend’s breasts.

"And what did he say?" Selena asked as she held her arms out for her friends to get her sides.

Jennifer’s hands traveled down Selena’s silky sides, her thumbs grazing Chloe’s fingertips as the smaller girl’s hands with up and her own hands continued down. "He told us that anything that we do, his father is going to top," she finished as her hands slid over the dimples of her friend’s lower back.

"That fiend," Selena growled as she bent over slightly and pushed her taunt ass out towards Jennifer.

"You know he probably told his dad by now," Chloe said as her small hands slid over Selena’s firm, golden breast making the golden orbs gleam in the sunlight. Her thumbs slipped over her friend’s hard, dark nipples as she massaged the dark haired beauty’s tits.

Selma arched her back gracefully to give Jennifer and Chloe unimpeded access to her ass and chest. "So what do we do now?" she asked as Jennifer’s hands slid down to her ass-cheeks.

"I think there’s only one thing we can do if we want to save your uncle’s car wash," Jennifer said as her hands slid over Selena’s tight ass.

"I have to agree," Chloe said as she gave Selena’s tits a final squeeze.

"The things we do for family," Selena muttered.

"Hey, Selena," Miley called out as she and Demi approached, "I think we killed your cousin."

"Oh geez," Steve groaned as he slowly struggled to get to his feet, nearly falling over with his pants still wrapped around his ankles. "I can’t believe I didn’t get her autograph," he mumbled to himself, drowning in self-pity. He stood up as straight as he could without giving himself away and looked through the bushes to see if it was safe to come out yet. Across the lot he saw his cousin and her friends standing around topless and talking. He looked down at his penis and when it didn’t move at the sight of all the naked celebrity flesh he sighed in relief. "Can someone die from carpel tunnel syndrome?" he wondered to himself as he began pulling his pants back up.

The twinkling of a girl’s giggle brought Steve’s attention back to the topless young women and he wondered what was going on. Miley Cyrus was giggling and all but prancing around when suddenly she yanked her bikini bottoms off and stood unabashedly naked. He groaned. Miley quickly tugged down Demi Lovato’s bathing suit and they were now both completely naked except for their shoes. His dick started to stir and he looked down at himself in fear. More laughter brought his attention back up and he saw Jennifer Lawrence and Chloe Moretz holding Selena’s arms out from her sides as Miley and Demi tugged off her bottoms leaving his cousin completely and wonderfully nude, just like God had intended. His prick lurched painfully to life and he moaned in despair as he hand slowly crept towards his merciless cock.

As Victoria came around the corner she saw her friends in a group and unsurprisingly Miley was completely naked. Then she noticed everybody was naked as Jennifer and Chloe were taking their bikini bottoms down. Shrugging her shoulders, the slender brunette took down her own bottoms before turning around and going back to work.

Victoria walked back into her stall completely nude except for her sneakers and stood in front of the car with her hands defiantly on her hips and her feet shoulder length apart. The horn of the car started blaring for no particular reason as the driver’s mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. She strutted over to the hose and pulled it between her slender legs and water suddenly shot out without her touching the spigot. She raised the hose above her head, stretching her willowy body, letting the water run down her tan flesh. Her winsome form glimmered in the sun as droplets of water fell from her body in slow motion, reflecting the Miami sunlight. The horn of the car slowly died out as the driver somehow fell out of the seat onto the wet ground.

Laughing hysterically, Miley and Demi shoved Selena into her stall as the car stereo began playing a different peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage that was legally different enough from any actual song to stay out of court. She stood in embarrassment half-heartedly covering her breasts and the juncture of her thighs with an embarrassed smile on her face. As Miley and Demi cheered her on, the bronze beauty began shuffling her feet as the headlights of the car clicked on. Starting to relax she began moving her hips, dropping her arms as she began getting into the different peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage that was legally different from any actual song to stay out of court. Miley and Demi cat-called her as she began dancing, twisting around and jiggling her ass before flipping back around and jiggling her entire body rhythmically to the beat.

Miley high-fived Demi before strutting to her stall to the beat of the different peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage that was legally different enough from any actual song to stay out of court. She jumped on the hood of her car and pressed her body to the wind shield, rubbing her naked flesh across it. She spun around on her ass, spreading her legs wide until she was facing away from the window. She bent forward with her legs spread to the sides, letting the driver get a good look at the pink center between her thighs.

Demi found the closest car to her and immediately pressed her thick ass against the driver’s side window. The driver pressed his tongue against the glass where the young girl was wiggling her thick cheeks and giving quick glimpses of her wet pussy. She slid her ass to the rear driver’s side door and the driver crawled over his seat and began licking that window as well as the stereos in all the cars around them played the different peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage that was legally different enough from any actual song to stay out of court.

Jennifer gasped in her stall as Chloe pressed her naked body against her. They had spent nearly a whole minute washing their car before their hands began to wander and the smaller girl had pushed her roughly against the wall. "You are so butch,’ she giggled as the smaller girl pushed her thigh between Jennifer’s legs.

"You know you love it," Chloe growled as she nuzzled Jennifer’s neck before sliding her hands between their bodies and palming the taller girl’s hot, wet cunt. The car alarm started going off and the lights start blinking as she slid a finger into the Oscar winner’s dripping hole.

Suddenly Hailee appeared and huff in anger. "I can’t leave you alone for a moment," she grumbled. When neither of the panting, naked celebrities stopped or even acknowledged she had spoken she stomped over and began trying to pry them apart. "Seriously! And why are you naked?" she asked as she tried to pull Chloe’s hand out from between Jennifer’s legs.

"Ow!" Chloe squealed as Hailee pinched her arm to get her to let lose of Jennifer’s pussy. "It’s the new business model," she told the dark haired girl.

"Vic Surge sent his son to spy on us so they can top whatever we’re doing," Jennifer said as she picked up a wet sponge.

"So now we’re naked?" Hailee exclaimed. Jennifer and Chloe just nodded at her with knowing smirks on their lips and she knew that they were silently daring her to join in. "Fine," she muttered before yanking down her bikini bottoms, her tight ass pointed straight at the car. As she bent at the waist, the car horn began blaring which caused Chloe and Jennifer to break out in fits of laughter. "There! Are you satisfied now?" she asked as she threw her bottoms at Chloe’s smirking face.

"Give me about five minutes," Chloe said lasciviously as she slowly pulled Hailee’s bikini bottoms off of her face.

"Oh no you don’t, little Miss horn dog," Hailee said as she grabbed Chloe by her wrist and yanked her out of the stall, "There’s no way you two are working together until you get a hold of yourselves." The car horn slowly began to silence.

"I’d rather get a hold of you," Chloe said as she wiggled her eyebrows at Hailee and tried to press herself against her.

Hailee stomped her foot angrily, her small breasts jiggling, as she pointed behind Chloe. "Get," she ordered.

As Hailee and Chloe had their little lovers spat, Jennifer smirked at them before grabbing the hose. She looked from the hose to the sponge and back again before a wicked smile crossed her face and she dropped the sponge. She leaned against the wall and spread her legs as she brought the hose down and aimed it between her thighs. "Oh Fuuuuck," she groaned with a smile on her face as her eyes rolled back in her head and the water from the hose streamed over her sizzling clit. "Oh, oh, oh…" she panted as her orgasm quickly began to rise as well as the volume of the car stereo playing the different peppy, somewhat catchy, synth-pop musical montage that was legally different enough from any actual song to stay out of court. "F-u-u-u-u-ck," she stuttered as she suddenly came and the horn of the car suddenly blared.

Chloe looked over Hailee’s shoulder as Jennifer came in the car stall. "Dammit," she grumbled as Hailee turned around and saw what the other blonde girl was doing.

"God damn it, Jennifer!" Hailee shouted as she stomped toward the orgasming movie awards winner, "There’s laws around here you know!"

"Well that’s not fucking fair," Chloe pouted until she saw the naked ass of Taylor Swift poking out from around the corner. With a shrug she said, "Might as well," before trotting after the singer.

Taylor watched as Selena’s horny cousin peeked into a stall, masturbated for a couple of strokes and then moved to the next stall. "Wash, rinse, repeat," she mumbled to herself as she watched Steve continue down the line of stalls. She was bent at the waist with her tight little, naked ass stuck high in the air as she continued watching. "There’s gotta be a song in this somewhere," she told herself as the skinny young man continued shuffling from stall to stall, "Something about embarrassed rabbits maybe?" Shrugging her slender shoulders she walked out around the building and crept up on the masturbating Steve. "Might as well get a song out of this trip," she said merrily before tapping Selena’s cousin on the shoulder.

"Ahhh!" Steve screamed as he jumped up and turned around. "Taylor!" he squeaked when he saw who had snuck up on him. He tried to hide his erection but it just poked out between his hands, pointing at his cousin’s naked best friend.

Taylor appraised Steve’s hard-on for a moment before muttering, "Might as well," and then looking him in the eye. "Hey, Steve, wanna help me get a Grammy?" she asked before grabbing his prick and tugging on it.

"I, ah… I, ah… I, ah…" Steve mumbled as he stared at Taylor’s small breasts jiggling softly like a wave with every tug of his prick. His hands fell away, hanging limply at his sides as the beautiful singer smirked up at him.

"I’ll take that as a yes," Taylor giggled before shrieking loudly, "Aieee!" She quickly turned her head and saw Chloe running her soft hands against her taunt ass. "What gives?" she giggled.

"Need a hand?" Chloe asked as she ran her hands from Taylor’s silky smooth ass, around her sides, and down between the taller girl’s slender legs.

"Mmm, sure could," Taylor moaned as Chloe palmed her wet pussy, "Help me with this first." She slowly got down on her knees as Chloe shrugged and then followed her down.

Both naked, horny celebs got on their knees on either side of Steve’s bobbing cock, Taylor’s hand never leaving his shaft. They kissed around the throbbing tip of Selena’s cousin’s cock-head, their tongues rolling around the tip, caressing the sensitive skin as their caressed each other. Chloe kept one hand between Taylor’s slender thighs, rubbing her slick pussy as she reached up with her other hand and began massaging Steve’s dangling balls. They both moaned lustfully around his tip as Taylor slid it between her lips, tonguing it lightly before passing it to Chloe. Chloe to the purple helmet between her pouting lips, firmly rubbing her moist tongue along the soft skin as she sucked hard, groaning loudly. Suddenly Steve erupted in her mouth, choking her with his thick cum.

"Gah!" Chloe gagged as she spit out Selena’s cousin’s load and Taylor began snorting in laughter, "God dammit!"

Steve looked down at the two naked celebrities like he had just killed their puppy. "I am soooo sorry," he muttered meekly before yanking up his pants with one hand, trapping his soft, dripping dick with the other, and running away.

Watching Steve’s pale ass shrinking off in the distance caused Taylor to break out into another fit of laughter again.

"That fucker!" Chloe pouted as Selena’s cousin’s cum dripped off her face.

"Poor baby," Taylor cooed with a smile before leaning forward and carefully cleaning the thick white cum off of Chloe’s face. "There. Is that better?" she asked as she affectionately patted the small actress’s thigh.

"No," Chloe pouted some more.

"You get so whiny when you’re horny," Taylor said in admonishment.

Chloe continued to pout childishly. "But I neeeeed it," she whined.

Taylor sighed in frustration before standing and helping Chloe up to her feet. "Fine. Let’s go find Selena’s room and I’ll get you off," she said.

"Promise?" Chloe said with a grin that reminded Taylor if a child getting a free cookie.

"Yes, I promise," Taylor grumbled while trying to hide the smirk on her face. "Definitely gonna be a song with a rabbit in it," she mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" Chloe asked as she skipped merrily behind Taylor.

"Nothing," Taylor replied, neither horny young star noticing the return of Dick Surge and his phone taking pictures in the bushes.

The next morning at the crack of dawn Vic and Dick Surge were waiting in the parking lot with their special guest, both nearly in fits of excited victory giggles.

"I don’t see why we had to be here so early," the banker said through a yawn, "The car wash doesn’t even open for another two and a half hours."

"It’s the early bird that catches the worm," Vic said manically.

"Yeah, the worm," Dick agreed.

The banker harrumphed in disdain before squirming around and getting comfortable. "Just wake me when the wash opens," he said before crossing his arms across his chest and closing his eyes.

As the banker snored, Vic waited patiently while his son played on his phone. "Don’t you lose that video," Vic warned.

"Phttt, whatever, dad," Dick snorted.

Two and a half hours later Vic opened his car door and got out. "Wake up the banker. I don’t want him to miss this," he told his son.

"Hey, old guy," Dick said as he reached back and shook the banker awake, "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y."

The banker came awake with a start and a snort. "About bloody time," he muttered as he got out of the car. "Mr. Surge, I’m perfectly aware of how much business you bring through my bank but I must say that your behavior is most… off-putting," he said as he caught up to Vic.

"Don’t worry," Vic said as he opened the door to the business office, "After a bit I’ll be bringing even more business to your bank." The three of them entered the lobby and walked to the inner door.

"If this is about Mr. Esteban’s loans I’m afraid I’ve already informed you I have chosen to forgo foreclosure until the end of the week," the banker said.

"Of course, of course," Vic said as he barged into Esteban’s private office, "But I think my son has something that will change your mind."

"What do you think you are doing here!?" Esteban’s shouted angrily as he stood up out of his chair. Everyone in the office stared at Vic and his son as they walked in to the already cramped office. All the girls were there already dressed in the briefest of bikinis, their toned and trimmed bodies nearly fully displayed while Steve stood behind his father as he tried to hide his erection.

"Hey! It’s the banker guy," Hailee said with an enthusiastic wave.

Taylor looked the banker up and down before giving him a sly wink and causing him to blush.

"How do you know him?" Selena asked Taylor.

Taylor shrugged her shoulders non-committedly. "Me and Hailee bumped into him and convinced him to hold off the foreclosure ’til Friday," she said offhandedly.

Chloe but her fists on her hips and glared at Hailee. "Convinced him how?" she asked in mock anger.

"I don’t know," Hailee giggled childishly.

"You are so getting a spanking later," Chloe said in a low tone.

The banker’s mouth dropped open as he began sweating.

"You’re gonna let me watch, right?" Miley whispered into Chloe’s ear.

"Enough!" Esteban barked before turning his attention back to Vic. "What are you doing here, Surge?" he growled.

"I’m here to let Mr. Grand foreclosure on your loan so I can buy this rat hole out from under you," Vic said before cackling in glee.

"Out from under you," Dick agreed before cackling himself.

"Stop that," Vic said before smacking his son in the chest.

"Who’s Mr. Grand?" Victoria asked.

All the girls shrugged their shoulders before the banker raised his hand sheepishly.

Selena stared at Taylor in disbelief. "Really? You didn’t even get his name first?"

"I was under the impression that time was of, like, the essence or something," Taylor said defensively, "You know, to help your uncle and stuff."

"Really?" Chloe asked Hailee.

Hailee just shrugged her shoulders with a blush.

Mr. Grand the banker nervously cleared his throat.

"Can we get back to the point?" Vic said.

"Yeah, the point," Dick agreed.

"Stop that!" Vic sapped at his son before turning back to Esteban. "I think we would all be interested in seeing this," he said with a snap of his fingers and held his hand out.

Behind his father, Dick sneered at the group.

Vic snapped his fingers again and when nothing happened again he turned his head to his son. "Phone!"

Dick startled and nearly dropped his phone before putting it in his father’s hand.

Beaming Vic took the phone and began trying to search through it. When he couldn’t figure out how to work the devise he cursed at it and shook it.

"You gotta punch in the password," Dick said helpfully.


Dick leaned over his father’s shoulder and tried to help him.


"No, dad, like this…"

"The Hell?"

"No, 669."

"The fuck!"

"Hit enter, dad."

"The holy Hell…?"

When Dick finally managed to show his dad how to open the phone, Vic turned back to Esteban. "Here. Take a look," he said proudly before turning back to the banker. "You’ll be interested in seeing this as well, Mr. Grand.

"Oh, um, yes. Yes, of course," Mr. Grand said as he began making his way past the barely clothed, young women, feeling the heat from their bodies as he slid past them until he was behind the desk with Esteban.

Everybody except for Vic and Dick crowded around to watch the tiny screen. Sandwiches between the chests of Jennifer and Demi, Steve’s nose began to bleed again as his blood pressure skyrocketed. On the screen was a man shot from the chest down as two blonde heads moved around in front of his crotch.

Vic stood triumphant on the other side of Esteban’s desk. "As you can clearly see, two of Esteban’s workers were prostituting themselves out here at the car wash. Clearly an illegal activity, Mr. Grand," he said with a reptilian grin.

Mr. Grand shrugged his shoulders. "I’m afraid I have no choice, Mr. Esteban," he said sorrowfully, "In light of this new evidence I have no choice but to foreclosure on your car wash."

Esteban’s eyes filled with tears as he watched the screen helplessly. "I… I… I don’t know what to say," he sobbed.

"Wait a minute," Selena said as she grabbed the phone to get a closer look. "I recognize the back of those heads," she said, "That’s Taylor and Chloe! And I recognize that guy’s shirt. That’s Steve!" She handed the phone to Taylor who agreed with her.

"Yep, that’s me," Taylor said frankly.

"Young lady, how can you possibly recognize the back of your own head," the banker asked suspiciously.

"I don’t," Taylor said before handing the phone back to the banker, "But you see the wrist action on the shaft there? Totally my go-to move."

"And you see the way the other one is bobbing her head to the left and then down on the tip?" Chloe chirped in, "Totally my go-to move."

"See, Mr. Grand," Selena chimed in, "We’re not prostitutes, my friends are just really slutty.

The young, barely clothed girls looked back and forth at each other before they all shrugged in acceptance and then nodded in agreement. "Pretty much," Miley said with a shrug.

Selena looked up at Ace as he entered the over crowded office and waved his own phone at her. "Sorry I’m late gang," he said with a smile, the early morning sunlight somehow glinting off his white teeth in the windowless office, "But I had some errands to run." Vic and Dick gave him as wide of a berth as they could as he walked in front of the desk. "I think you’ll want to see this, sir," he said as he handed his phone to the banker.

Mr. Grand held the phone up to his face and looked at the small screen. "And what am I seeing here, young man?" he asked.

"Well, sir, knowing Vic’s business practices like I do, I knew it was only a matter of time until he ran out of ideas to top us," Ace said as he crossed his muscular arms across his muscular chest.

On the screen was one of Vic Surge’s car washes filled with naked women. Every once in a while one of the nude employees would hop into the front of the car and her head would bend down over the lap of the driver. "Oh my," the banker gasped.

Ace’s brilliant smile grew wider. "Vic was so desperate to fill his businesses with naked women he hired anyone he could including some of Miami’s many prostitutes and, well, one thing led to another," he finished.

Vic’s eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped open. "I… I… I had… I had no idea," he stammered.

"Be that as it may, it looks like illegal shinannigans were happening on your property, Mr. Surge and you are legally responsible," Mr. Grand said as he handed the phone back, "And in light of this situation I have no choice but to foreclosure on all of your properties."

A cheer went up through the room and all the girls jumped up and down with glee. As Steve watched the beautiful celebrities time seemed to slow down and they all looked like they were moving in slow motion. Miley hugged Steve to her jiggling chest as Hailee hugged Selena. Victoria and Demi hugged Esteban. Jennifer and Chloe hugged each other as Taylor went from small group to small group kissing everybody excitedly.

Selena jumped up into Ace’s arms and he held her effortlessly as she melded her barely clothed body against his. "My hero!" she cheered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. His hands held her up by her ass-cheeks as he kissed her back and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Sandwiched between the sexy girls, Mr. Grand found Esteban and poked his head out between the two squealing celebrities. "Esteban, how would you like to buy out Vic Surge’s car washes? For cheap."

Another celebratory cheer went up the the crowd as Vic Surge stared in astonishment. "I’m ruined," he muttered.

"Don’t worry, dad," Dick said as he patted his father’s shoulder, "Just look at it this way: mom can’t take half of your money in the divorce if you don’t have any money. And you’ll always have me by your side."

Vic slowly looked over at his son and began to cry in defeat.

Chapter 10

The sounds of the party echoed through Esteban’s small house as they all celebrated. Selena was in the kitchen cooking her uncle’s favorite food as Steve hovered over her shoulder.

"If you add the tomatoes last they won’t be as mushy," Steve said helpfully as he reached over Selena’s shoulder to try and help her stir. At least that was what he told himself.

Selena slapped Steve’s hand with her stirring spoon and elbowed him in the gut. "Steve, I can feel your boner poking me in the ass," she growled angrily.

"I’m just trying to help," he mumbled as he slouched out of the kitchen.

Selena served the last of the food before sitting down at the table with everybody else. No one had changed out of their bikinis and Miley couldn’t help but laugh as Steve’s eyes crawled over everybody’s chest and always returned to his cousin’s. And then she laughed some more as Steve glared angrily at Ace every time the couple touched hands or kissed.

Chloe attacked the food on the table, piling her food high on her plate causing Victoria to point and laugh at her. "Where the Hell are you going to put all that?" the dark haired girl giggled.

"People keep casting me for action rolls," Chloe said with a simple shrug, "I gotta carb load."

"More like you gotta carb load for Hailee," Jennifer said as she elbowed Hailee in the ribs, "Huh. Huh. Gotta carb load to keep up with Hailee."

"Stop it," Hailee blushed.

"That too," Chloe agreed before she starting her food.

"You were great," Ace whispered into Selena’s ear before giving her a peck on the corner of her mouth.

"It was nothing," Selena answered back sheepishly.

"Yeah, who knew tits and ass made money," Taylor said with a wicked grin.

"And you have neither," Demi said from across the table.

"I’ll just have to rely on talent," Taylor said back with an imperial tone.

"At least you have one of those covered," Victoria said to Demi before poking her tongue out at her friend.

Esteban looked around the table at all the people who had helped him save his business. "I cannot tell if you young ones are friends or not," he said with a belly-laugh.

"It depends on who’s doing the interview," Selena replied causing more laughter to echo through the house.

After the food was gone, and Chloe had made herself a doggy bag, most of the girls helped Selena clean up for dessert while Demi and Taylor walked Esteban to the living room. Miley helped Selena serve the cake while Victoria and Jennifer tried to keep Steve occupied to stop him from tailing behind his cousin.

"Nice of them to jump on the grenade for you," Jennifer said with a nod to Victoria and Jennifer with Steve at the dining room table.

"Oh, he’s not so bad," Ace said in defense as he loaded the dishwasher, "He’s just got a bit of a crush."

"More like a potential for stalking," Selena said and tried to hide the self-satisfied smile on her face.

"Like you don’t enjoy the attention," Miley said as she brought in the last of the dishes.

Selena handed Jennifer a pitcher of tea while Ace took the plastic glasses along behind her. As they left, Miley stared at Selena and Selena stared back at her.

"I so don’t enjoy the attention," Selena said defensively.

"Oh you so do," Miley said with a condescending smirk.

"Do not."

"Phttt, please," Miley said with a roll of her neck.

Ace walked into the kitchen, saw the looks on both girls’ faces and immediately turned back around to leave.

"Ha! A witness for the prosecution," Miley said as she grabbed Ace by his shoulder and yanked him back.

"I don’t…" Ace began.

"Tell her I don’t like Steve following me around," Selena demanded.

"Well, I…" Ace stammered.

"Oh you completely do and you should do something about it," Miley said back.

"If you ask me…" Ace tried to get out of the conversation.

"Exactly," Miley interrupted, "You should throw your cousin a bone."

"What!?" Selena and Ace blurted out as they stared at Miley in shock.

"Seriously. I think he’s earned it," Miley said.

Selena stared blankly for moment at Miley before turning to Ace and then back again. "How… how do you… How did he ‘Earn’ having sex with me?" she stammered.

"Oh please. He’s been holding a boner for you for years," Miley said as if that explained everything.

Once again Selena looked from Miley to Ace and back again. "I think we’re done being friends," she said mockingly.

"Don’t be like that," Miley said defensively which would have sounded better if Ace and Selena couldn’t see the smirk on her face. "Plus I really think it would help you and your cousin’s issues," she added.

"The only issue I have with Steve is Steve," Selena said.

Ace sighed, drawing Selena’s attention. "Don’t you dare agree with her," Selena said angrily.

Ace threw his hands up defensively. "Whoa, whoa. I’m not agreeing with her about your cousin earning you some how but I do think you two might have some issues to work out," he said as he placed his hands gingerly on Selena’s shoulders, "I mean, this isn’t the worse idea I’ve heard Miley come up with but it certainly seems to have set you off."

Selena pointed an accusing finger at Miley. "She wants me to fuck my cousin," she whined.

Ace smiled warmly. "I meant about you enjoying the attention," he explained.

"Ha!" Miley said as she placed her hands triumphantly on her hips.

Ace drew Selena into a hug and ran his hands soothingly up and down her back. "Now, being honest with yourself, do you think, perhaps, you’ve been stringing Steve on juuuust a little bit?"

Selena sighed in defeat. "Maybe?"

"Excellent. So you’ll knock one out with ‘im," Miley said cheerfully.

Selena pulled away from Ace and glared back at Miley. "And now we’re back to not being friends," she said.

Miley waved her hand dismissively at Selena. "What’s the big deal? He’s always had your back…"

"Rubbing himself against my back," Selena grumbled.

"And he helped save the car wash…"

"He told Dick everything we were doing."

"Nonetheless it was a group effort…"

Selena rolled her eyes, "Chloe and Jennifer were the group…"

"Be that as it may…" Miley continued.

"Fine!" Selena cried out in defeat as she threw her arms up, "I’ll fuck Steve." Stomping into the dining room she grabbed Steve by the wrist and yanked him to his feet. "Come on," she growled as she pulled him down the hall to her bedroom.

Miley hungrily eyed Ace up and down. "So whatever will we do with our time?" she asked with a wolfish grin.

Meanwhile in the living room, Chloe flicked on the stereo and let the music play. She, Demi, and Taylor began dancing to the tunes while Esteban looked on with a warm smile on his lips.

"I owe you girls everything," Esteban said as he sat down in his comfortable, over stuffed, thread bare recliner.

"Awwww, it was nothing," Taylor said as she sauntered over and bent at the waist, her slender ass out thrust as she gave the much older man a peck on the cheek.

"Woo Hoo," Demi called out as she danced with Chloe, "Gotta get you some, Esteban!"

Chloe swayed back and forth, straddling Demi’s thick thigh. "I’m gonna tell your niece on you, Esteban," she called out with a girlish giggle.

Esteban blushed as Taylor stuck her pink tongue out at the two gyrating, barely covered girls. "You jelly I found me a real man," she called across the living room as she crawled into the car wash owner’s lap.

"Now, now, now, girls," Esteban said with a chuckle as Taylor cuddled up against him.

"Oh please," Demi teased as she slid her arms from around Chloe’s slender waist and strutted over towards Esteban.

"Uh oh, Taylor," Chloe called out with a cocky grin, "Miss Steal-Yo-Man is coming to steal your man."

When Demi reached the recliner she too bent at the waist and planted a big kiss on Esteban’s lips.

Taylor noticed Chloe staring at Demi’s up-thrust ass and called over. "Hey, Chloe! It looks like Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl is stealing your girl," she said with a giggle.

Chloe gave a mock huff and stamped her foot playfully causing a small jiggle to travel across her slight chest. She stomped over towards the group and grabbed Demi by her arm, yanking her up before kissing her full on the lips.

"Ha! You girls are something else," Esteban laughed. He patted Taylor affectionately on her leg as he looked up at her still on his lap. "I think it’s about time to get ready for bed," he said innocently.

Taylor looked down at Esteban with mock shock on her face and held her hand defensively to her slender chest. "My, Esteban, you are certainly a bold one," she said.

Esteban laughed again but his voice slowly quieted down when he noticed that Taylor didn’t move and that Demi and Chloe were still kissing. "Oh, ah… Girls, I think…" he started before being interrupted by Taylor.

"I can see where your niece gets her promiscuity from," Taylor added jokingly.

"Her what?" Esteban started before being interrupted by Taylor again.

"…but if you insist," Taylor continued before bending down quickly, cupping Esteban’s cheek and kissing him deeply. She heard Chloe and Demi cry out at her and she began rubbing her tight, little ass against the older man’s lap to spur them on. She could feel that large lump in her friend’s uncle’s lap slowly come to life and was impressed by the apparent size of him. From the corner of her eye she could see one of Chloe’s small hands dart out, grab Esteban’s wrist, yank his hand up and place it on her own chest.

Chloe held onto the older man’s hand, holding it on her tit as Taylor broke the kiss and Chloe looked at him in fake shock. "Why, Mr. Esteban, I’ve never been accosted in such a manner before," she accused him as she used her hold on him to move his rough hand around on her small tit.

"I don’t… I don’t… I don’t…" Esteban stammered.

"I thought his name was ‘Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl’," Demi said as she climbed into Esteban’s lap opposite Taylor. She cupped his other cheek, bringing his shocked face over towards her before kissing him deeply, her warm, wet tongue darting inside his mouth and his bushy mustache tickling her upper lip.

"Ain’t no one stealing my girl," Chloe said with a mock pout on her world famous lips as she used her hands to open Esteban’s legs and knelt down between his knees. She ran her hands up Demi and Taylor own firm, silky legs as she leaned her body forward, her chest on the older man’s stomach. For a bigger guy his gut was surprisingly firm and she rubbed her chest up and down it as Taylor bent down and she and Chloe kissed.

Esteban sputtered in shock. "Now… now, girls…" he began before Chloe and Taylor broke their kiss and Chloe began kissing him. The weight of the three girls were keeping him pressed into his chair, not that he wasn’t strong enough to buck them off but his attention was captured by Taylor and Demi now kissing above Chloe’s head. "What is it with girls these days?" he wondered before shrugging his shoulders in defeat and kissing the small girl back. Normally he would never think of a man his age being with a girl as young as these for fear of an adult taking advantage of children but after seeing everything that his niece’s friends had done lately he doubted anyone would think that he had taken advantage of them.

In the kitchen, Ace heard the stereo click on in the living room as Miley stood smirking at him. With a whistle she snapped her fingers and suddenly Victoria, Jennifer, and Hailee appeared, all completely topless. "I’m beginning to think you planned all of this," he said with his own smirk.

"What? Lil’ ‘ol me?" Miley asked as innocently as possible, the effect being ruined as she took her own top off.

"Besides…" Victoria started as she reached over and grabbed Ace by the wrist.

"…it’s not like you have a choice," Hailee finished as she grabbed him by his other wrist.

"So come along, boy-toy," Jennifer said as she grabbed him by the front of his jeans and pulled him forward as they all followed Miley into the dining room.

Miley pulled the chair out at the head of the table out before sitting down on the table and spreading her slender legs wide. When the girls pushed Ace into the chair she leaned forward and grabbed him by his shirt, yanking him forward and kissing him forcefully. He responded just as forcefully until the kiss was broken by the other three girls yanking and roughly pulling his shirt off to expose his broad, muscular torso. "Oh sweet baby Jesus," Miley gasped out as she slid her fingers over the large man’s large chest.

"And you were afraid there wouldn’t be enough for all of us," Victoria said to Jennifer before bending down and exploring Ace’s mouth with her tongue.

"I admit the wrongness of my assumption," Jennifer agreed before bending down and joining in on the kiss.

"You know what they say about assuming stuff," Hailee said as she slid one hand over Jennifer’s ass and her other hand up the inside of Miley’s leg.

Jennifer broke the kiss and gave Hailee a playful slap on her taunt rear-end. "Something about dat ass," she giggled as Hailee bent down and began kissing Ace.

On either side of Miley, Jennifer and Victoria help slip her bikini bottoms down and off as Hailee broke the kiss. Miley wound her fingers through Ace’s hair and began pulling him towards the hot juncture of her spread thighs. "Dessert is served," she said with a wolfish smirk.

Jennifer snorted with laughter. "’Bout as subtle as one of your music videos," she laughed as she nonchalantly pulled off her own bikini bottoms.

"As in not at all," Victoria agreed as she slid her bottoms off.

"Fuck you both, I’m an autore," Miley said as Ace pulled her thighs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her legs.

"I have no idea what that means," Hailee admitted as she finished getting naked.

"It means an Artist," Ace said as he turned his attention to Miley’s wet pussy. He softly slid his tongue up her warm slit, barely parting her labia as he reached the top and the sheath of her clit. He teased the hood lightly before licking down around her plump lips, circling her pussy and causing her to moan out in pleasure.

"What… What he… What he said," Miley groaned as she tightened her thighs around Ace’s head and reclined back on one elbow keeping a tight grip on his hair with her other hand. His tongue parted her dewy pussy-lips lips and circled around her dripping hole as his fingers massaged her firm ass causing her to roll her hips up to try and get more of his tongue into her. "Selena, you lucky bitch," she gasped as she shuddered, already on the verge of cumming.

"That good, huh?" Jennifer asked from beside Miley before bending down and capturing one of her hard nipples in her mouth. She used her hand on the currently blonde singer’s firm tit, squeezing it upwards towards the tip as she sucked and lashed the ripe nipple with her tongue.

"Even… Even bet… better," Miley groaned as Ace’s tongue parted her wet lips and speared her dripping pussy. His talented tongue slid into her, pressing up against the top of her as he pressed down with his head applying pressure inside and out. "S-o-o-o-o much better," she stuttered.

"Seems like she’s bogarting that tongue," Victoria said with a giggle before kissing Miley deeply and roughly just like she knew her friend liked.

"Totally," Hailee agreed with a snicker before bending down at Miley’s slender chest and nursing at her firm, free tit.

"F-F-F-Fuck all you bitches," Miley gasped into Victoria’s mouth as she rolled her hips up, humping Ace’s talented mouth, her body shivering in pleasure. Her friends’ hands and mouths, along with Selena’s boyfriend’s tongue, had her body flying in ecstasy as she suddenly came. Her slender legs twitched uncontrollably as she screamed in pleasure into Victoria’s mouth. Her elbow slipped out from under her causing her to crash onto the dinning room table as her entire body shook.

Ace and the three other girl’s all watched Miley ride out her orgasm before Jennifer, Hailee, and Victoria slowly turned their heads to him with wide expectant eyes. "So who’s next?" Ace asked with a manly chuckle before he was tackled by the three naked young girls.

"Wha… what was that?" Esteban asked worriedly as he heard a loud thud coming from the dinning room.

"Don’t know, don’t care," Chloe said before grabbing Esteban by the sides of his head and pulling him towards her chest. All three girls were standing if front of him, moving his head side to side across their naked tits, his rough cheeks, tongue, and lips moving across the sensitive flesh of their firm tits as they kissed each other. Every once in a while his mustache would tickle one of them and cause them to giggle girlishly as he nursed at each of their chests.

Worriedly, Esteban tried to break away from the six, young, firm breasts currently smothering him. He had lost his head when the young girls had started seducing him but as the oldest he had a responsibility to be the adult and as much fun as this was it was time to put an end to it. "I really think that enough is enough, chicas," he said as he tried to push the girls away.

"What do you mean ‘Enough’," Taylor asked as the three girls took a step back from Esteban, startling him at their sudden nakedness.

"Yeah, sir, what do you mean?" Demi asked with a knowing smirk as she stood in front of Esteban.

"I certainly haven’t had enough," Chloe added as she stood completely naked with the other two equally naked girls.

"How… how did you do that?" Esteban asked, flabbergasted that the three girls could possibly get their pants off without him noticing.

The three girls all shrugged innocently, their arms around each others waists. In unison they all took a step towards the shocked older man, surrounding him before he could protest again. Demi and Chloe each straddled one of his thighs before sitting down, the wet junctures of their hot pussies rubbing against the tops of his pants. While Demi and Chloe went back to kissing Esteban and humping themselves slowly against his legs, Taylor got down on her knees in between them and her best friend’s uncle’s legs. With talented hands she quickly undid his pants and pulled out his thick hard cock, tugging gently on it as she appraised it. It was thick and veiny, filling her delicate hand and as she licked her lips hungrily and knew that Selena’s uncle’s thick prick would make a killer song. She couldn’t wait for Selena to hear it.

As Demi felt Chloe’s delicate little finger slide between her thick ass-cheeks she did the same to her friend. They both toyed with each others wet pussies and tight assholes as they took turns between kissing Esteban and each other and sliding their small, firm breasts across his face and mouth. They each moaned and gasped in pleasure, groaning out and then gasping when he’d take a hard, ripe nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the hard nub of flesh as they humped his legs.

Taylor reached into Esteban’s pants and fished out his full, heavy balls. Like his admirable cock his balls were large as well, barely fitting into her hands as she rolled them around with her fingers and softly tugged at his shaft with her other hand. "Geez, guys, you’ve got to see this," she said in awe.

"Oh wow," Demi said as she looked down into Esteban’s lap.

"Way to go, Esteban," Chloe said as she held her hand up.

Dumbfounded, Esteban held his hand up to Chloe and she wetly gave him a high-five. "Now… now, girls," Esteban said as the two girls slid off of his thighs, wet spots matting his pants, and joined their friend between his legs.

Before Esteban could say anything else, Taylor used her grip on the base of his cock to aim him at her face as she opened her mouth. She licked the tip of him before using her tongue to draw his bulbous head into her mouth, her lips sealing shut around him. She could only get the first few inches of him into her talented mouth, the first time in years she couldn’t take a man whole, so she used her hand, her fist meeting her lips as she bobbed up and down. As Demi and Chloe got comfortable on either side of her she released his balls and let the girls join her.

"Madra de dios," Esteban gasped as Taylor sucked his prick and Demi and Chloe each took one of his large balls into their mouths. He’d never dreamed of a 3-way blow-job before, not even when he was as young as the girls, and he’d never felt anything like it and was certain that he never would again.

Taylor ran her tongue around Esteban’s spongy tip in her mouth, her body throbbing at having Selena’s uncle in her mouth as she sucked him farther into her award winning mouth. All three of them began using their hands on each other, their fingers slipping between one another’s slick thighs, fingering each other as they enjoyed the much other man’s thick cock and balls. Chloe had one hand braced on Esteban’s hip, her other hand between Taylor’s slender thighs while Demi had one hand on Esteban’s other hip and her other hand joining Chloe’s hand fingering Taylor. And Taylor hands were between Chloe and Demi’s thighs, masturbating her friends until they were all panting and moaning around the much older man’s meat in their mouths.

Unable to stop himself, Esteban began thrusting himself up into Taylor’s mouth. "I’m… I’m… I’m going to… to…" he gasped out.

Suddenly Taylor let Esteban out of her mouth and pulled her slick fingers out of Demi and Chloe’s sopping cunts. She wrapped the finger and thumb of one hand just below his throbbing cock-head and the finger and thumb of her other hand around the base of his cock, amazed that her fingers barely fit around either end. "We’re not done with you yet," she said with a wink around his cock.

"Sweet Jesus," Esteban gasped out.

As Taylor waited for Esteban to calm down before he came too soon, Ace wiped Jennifer’s cum from his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I’m first," Miley said defiantly.

"My ass you’re first," Hailee said.

Victoria rolled her eyes at Miley and Hailee arguing as she started helping Jennifer up from the dining room table. "You two are soooo pathetic," she groaned.

Jennifer blew a strand of sweat matted hair out of her face as she sat on the edge of the table, reclining on her elbows, her large breasts out-thrust as she panted and got her breath back. "My dog’s not in this fight," she panted before looking back at Ace and giving him a knowing wink, "I’m gonna need a minute to recover."

Rubbing his sore jaw after servicing all four women, Ace didn’t know exactly what to say at this moment. "Selena certainly has some strange friends," he thought as the two girls continued fighting over him. "Can I chime in on this," he offered.

"Be with you in a second, Wonder-Tongue," Miley said offhandedly before turning back to Hailee. "I’m going first. If you want a dick, Chloe probably keeps a spare one in her luggage," she said.

"How did you know that?" Hailee asked before returning to the topic, "Besides, he ate you out first so let someone else go first this time."

"She’s got a point," Victoria added just to keep her friends arguing. She looked down at Jennifer who smirked up at her knowing what she was doing and she winked down at her naked, post orgasmic friend. She helped the blonde haired girl to stand with each of them on either side of Ace and they slipped an arm each under his arms and pulled him to his feet. When both girls saw the size of the bulge in his pants their eyes went wide, their heads turning towards each other and then back down at the unbelievably handsome man’s lap. Victoria gave a quick fist bump to Jennifer before they began attacking the front of Selena’s boyfriend’s pants.

Ace tried to interject but both Jennifer and Victoria quietly shushed him before yanking down his pants and underwear.

Both Jennifer and Victoria went numb at the sight of Ace’s magnificent prick. It throbbed gently with the beat of his heart as it stood proudly out, beckoning them towards it. This time when both girls fist bumped again, they exploded their fingers before they reached down and grasped his thick shaft. Both naked girls began gently tugging on the veined pole drawing a silent groan from him as they both stifled a giggle between them.

Once again Ace tried to speak but was quickly and quietly shushed by Jennifer and Victoria again. He tried not to let their girls attitudes bother him too much: Miley and Hailee arguing about who got to fuck him first while Jennifer and Victoria appraised him like a piece of meat. If he and Selena would have any type of future together he would have to learn to get along with her friends but this situation was a little bit too much for him.

Victoria looked at Jennifer and gave her a quick cocked eyebrow with a small shrug, silently asking her friend for permission. Jennifer gave her an answering shrug for permission and Victoria nearly squealed in childish glee as she shimmed up and down, her small breasts jiggling wildly.

Victoria jumped up on the table, sitting at the very edge and spreading her slender legs wide, her feet dangling off the floor as she looked at Ace’s thick, long cock with glee and Jennifer silently pushed him between her legs. She reached out and grasped his throbbing meat, pulling him close until his purple tip was resting at the entrance to her hungry pussy. She wrapped one arm around his thick neck, pulling him close enough to kiss, her tongue slipping into his welcoming mouth as he pushed his hips forward, entering her tight cunt as Jennifer reach between them. The blonde actress held the dark haired girl’s dewy lips apart, her spread fingers also rubbing along the length of Ace’s shaft as he slowly penetrated her.

Ace held on firmly to Victoria’s slender hips as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. She moaned into his mouth as her arms tightened their hold on him and Jennifer began moving her thumb around her friend’s clit. The blonde actress kept her fingers spread around his shaft as he slid into her friend and added a whole new stimulation to the situation. With his last inch he held himself inside of her, his balls resting on her compacted ass-cheeks as Jennifer’s fingers rocked back and forth between the tight space between them along his shaft.

Jennifer’s wide, amazed eyes were locked between the small space between Victoria and Ace as Selena’s boyfriend’s meaty cock was stretching her friend’s small pussy wide. The dark-haired girl’s juices were flowing like a tap, forming a puddle on the dining room table. “I soooo wish I had gone first,” she gasped in wonder, her friend’s throaty moans filling her ears.

“To late nowwww,” Victoria groaned as her head rolled back and her eyes fluttered. Ace began slowly fucking her deep, Jennifer’s hands rubbing against her clit and labia leaving her to just happily lay still and let them do all the work fucking her body. One of Ace’s hands slid up her horny body and cupped one of her small tits, his thumb circling her hard, dark thumb and Jennifer’s free hand quickly followed behind to tease her other breast. “Soooo fucking late.”

Miley and Hailee’s heads whipped back behind them, silencing their argument. “You cheating fuckers,” Miley whined.

“Holy shit check out that meat stick,” Hailee gasped.

Ace blushed at Hailee’s shocked compliment but being the earnest person he was he never stopped fucking Victoria, never missing a stroke, determined to get Selena’s friend off. And with Jennifer’s help that was proving quicker than he thought it was going to. It may have sounded odd but he was determined to impress his possibly new girlfriend by fucking her friends as well as he could.

Jennifer giggled as Hailee and Miley scurried over to check out what was going on between Victoria and Ace’s legs. “Holy shit is right,” Miley agreed, her hands immediately sliding between the fucking couple’s bodies. Her fingers didn’t have much room with Jennifer’s fingers but since no girl was willing to let go they made due.

“O- h- h- h- f- f- f- uck meeee,” Victoria groaned as her friends’ hands and Ace’s cock worked in and on her frothing pussy.

Hailee couldn’t see a possible way to join in between her friend’s hands so she came up with a plan. Get them all to move. She bent over the table and began kissing Victoria, her tongue and lips blocking the sounds the young actress was making as her hand came up to the slender girl’s chest. She tweaked Victoria’s hard, dark nipple, toying with it momentarily before sliding it down her body to just above her pubic mound. With Jennifer and Miley busy between Ace and Victoria, it left Hailee with just enough space to begin to strum Victoria’s hard, little clit.

“Fuuuuck!” Victoria called out suddenly, forcing Hailee to quickly remove her tongue from her mouth before getting it bit off. Her young body began thrashing around on the table as her orgasm crashed through her, only her friends’ hands on her body keeping her from falling off of the table.

Miley pulled her eyes from Victoria’s thrashing body and glared at her three friends gathered around her. “So who’s next, bitches?” she asked defiantly.

As the dining room table rocked beneath Victoria’s body with the force of her orgasm, Esteban looked out from around the young girl blocking his vision with her slender chest. “What is that?” he asked, still hoping nothing was breaking in the next room.

Chloe forcefully yanked the older man’s head back to her chest and pulled his face to her jiggling tits. “Don’t know and don’t care,” she said before remember that she was speaking to a older man that deserved her respect, not to mention it was the uncle of one of her friends, before adding, “Sir.”

From on her knees behind Chloe’s wildly rocking body, Taylor held the blonde actress’s taunt ass-cheeks apart with her hands as she forcefully tongue-fucked her tiny, little asshole. The petite blond girl wasn’t making it easy for her as she rode Esteban like he was a bucking pony but she tried to keep her tongue buried as deeply as possible inside of Chloe’s ass.

From on her knees behind Taylor’s upthrust ass, Demi held the blonde singers slender waist as she wiggled her tongue deep inside her tasty pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Chloe chanted as her orgasm rose up in her small, thrusting body. She slammed herself down on Esteban’s lap, burying his large prick deep inside her over heated body. She stuttered dumbly as she came, her tight, horny pussy clamping down on her friend’s uncle’s prick, rippling along his length as her cunt gushed with her juices and he continued sucking hard on her nipples.

Demi looked up from behind Taylor’s upthrust rear-end at Chloe’s spasming body. "Dibs," she called out before Taylor could pull her tongue out of their friend’s ass.

As Demi watched Chloe’s limp body slowly pull itself off of Esteban’s thick prick, Miley reclined on the dining room table and spread her slender legs wide as Hailee pulled her legs over her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her thighs. When the girls counted up their conquests over the last few day, Miley had been the one with the greatest number by, like, a lot and Hailee had been the one with the fewest mostly due to Chloe’s possessive nature. So, out of pity, Hailee got to feel Ace’s prick next but Miley had demanded that she get something out of the deal.

Hailee thrust her ass back towards Selena’s boyfriend and wiggled it excitedly at him as she bent down over Miley’s heated cunt. Ace felt like he had lost control of his life several girls ago and looked helplessly over at Jennifer and Victoria standing on either side of the table. By both shrugged at him with wolfish smirks on their faces and quickly realized how little help they would be, after all, they had pretty much claimed his prick as their own the moment Selena had stormed off with her cousin. Surrendering the the surreal situation he found himself in he grabbed ahold of Hailee’s waist with one hand and began guiding his prick into her demanding pussy with the other and wondered how well Esteban was doing with Selena’s other friends.

"Madri de dios," Esteban gasped out as Demi slid down his prick facing away from him in what Taylor called a "Reverse cow-girl". The young girl’s ass was everything he had imagined he wanted as a younger man, thick, round, firm, and perfectly heart-shaped. His rough hands wandered over the silky smooth flesh of her ass, his thumbs parting her cheeks and he licked his lips at the sight of her tiny, puckered asshole. She groaned out as his cock parted her tight pussy and his hands slid up to hold her small waist as she finished taking the last of him inside of her. He looked to either side of the naked, horny girl and saw her friends quickly encouraging her on as she moaned out in pleasure. She slowly started sliding up and down his pole, her juices shining on his shaft as they trickled down into his pubic hair while Taylor and Chloe’s hands began sliding over Demi’s body, caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and sliding between her widely spread thighs. Meanwhile all he could do was hold on while the girls used him shamelessly.

"Just… just need… need five min… minutes," Ace gasped out as Hailee threw herself back against him, his hands barely holding onto her slender hips.

"Give me that cock," Hailee ordered as she rocked her tight little body back against Selena’s boyfriend, his cock stretching her pussy in all the right ways. Her small tits jiggled wildly as she thrust herself back again and again, her juices dripping down the insides of her slender thighs with every grunt of pleasure.

Jennifer and Victoria looked at each other from over Miley’s writhing body. "Think she’s been dating Chloe to long," Jennifer said with a knowing smirk.

"Tell… tell me about… about it," Miley agreed as Hailee’s tongue burrowed into her gushing cunt. "Lots… lots of… lots of practice," she panted as her orgasm began to crest inside her heated body.

Demi reclined back against Esteban’s broad chest, her thighs spread wide, Taylor’s tongue lashing against her erect little clit. Chloe was squeezing her small tits and sucking her hard, dark nipples as she kept a hold of Selena’s uncle’s wrists to brace herself with every thrust. "I’m… I’m cumming!" she cried out as her dripping wet cunt gripped down on the older man’s thick, hard prick.

Esteban held onto Demi’s small, firm tits as the young girl shivered on his lap, her tight pussy rippling around his cock. Even as a young man he had never imagined anything like this happening to him, 3 beautiful, young girls fucking him senseless, taking turns with his prick. As the young girl began to come down from her orgasmic high, he leaned forward with only his hands and Chloe holding her up. With Demi so far forward he could see Selena’s best friend, Taylor, on her hands and knees, her tight little ass up-thrust and pointed straight at him as she smiled wickedly at him from over her shoulder.

"On last turn on the merry-go-round," Taylor giggled as she wiggled her ass at Selena’s uncle.

Miley kept her ankles wrapped around the legs of the dining room chair as she roughly rode Selena’s boyfriend’s cock, trapping him below her. She kept a firm hold on the back of the chair to brace herself as she ground her clit against his lower abdomen, his thick prick stretching her horny little pussy. Her warm juices gushed out of her cunt as she rolled her slender hips back and forth before lifting herself halfway up Ace’s pole and then let gravity yank her down again. "Oh God Fuck Yes!" she cried out as she rubbed her firm tits against the ice cream vendor’s handsome face.

Ace fought for breath as Miley practically smothered him with her chest and he kept a firm hold of her ass. He could feel the chair creaking beneath him and found himself hoping that she finished before the chair broke and sent them tumbling to the floor.

"That feels soooo good," Taylor groaned in pleasure as Esteban fucked her pussy, her small tits jiggling beneath her as she rocked herself back and forth, "I’ve been waiting for this since I was a girl."

Sweat rolled down Esteban’s face as he struggled to keep up with the teenage girls. "Need… need to re… rest," he gasped out, his hands holding limply to Taylor’s small waist.

Chloe scuttled around the panting, gasping, older and and pressed herself against his back. "Let me give you a hand," she said as she reached around him and grabbed Taylor’s hips. She pressed her groin against Esteban’s ass, pushing him forward before letting him slide back. Using her young, little pussy to move Selena’s uncle back and forth she used him to fuck Taylor’s cunt, the blonde singer grunting in pleasure.

"You are such a butch," Demi laughed at Chloe.

"And don’t you forget it," Chloe said with a wink.

Laying flat on the dining room table, Jennifer kept her legs spread wide as Ace crawled between them, panting with exertion. "You got the steam for this?" she asked Selena’s boyfriend with a sly smirk.

"Would it make a difference?" he repel.

Jennifer slid her arm between their bodies and grasped the base of Ace’s prick. "’Fraid not, cowboy," she giggled as she guided him into her hot, gooey hole.

"Didn’t think so," Ace said as he took a deep breath and slid the last of his cock inside of Jennifer’s pussy. "I hope Selena appreciates how I took care of her friends," he thought as he slowly began fucking Jennifer.

On their knees, Chloe, Demi, and Taylor looked up at Esteban with wide, expectant eyes. Their arms were wrapped around one anothers’ waists, their mouths open wide with their pink tongues sticking out.

As he fisted his prick, Esteban grunted and came as he pointed himself down at the girls. His thick, white cum rained down on the girls, splashing against their beautiful faces and over their naked chests. When the last of his hot seed splashed onto the girls’ sweat slick skin he collapsed back into his recliner and struggled to regain his breath. He began taking his pulse, counting off in his head, suddenly afraid that he was going to suffer a heart attack or a stroke. And then, as the girls began licking his cum from off of each other he found that he didn’t care, he could die happy.

Keeping a firm hold on the sides of her breasts, Jennifer licked the tip of Ace’s cock with his every thrust as he fucked her tits. He held his tip up as far as he could, letting the beautiful blonde circle his cock-head for a moment before he sat up straighter and began tugging on his cock. Aiming down he came on Jennifer’s spectacular tits, covering the firm orbs with his thick cum, groaning out in relief that he had seen to all of Selena’s friends’ needs. Suddenly he was nearly knocked off of the table as Victoria, Miley, and Hailee practically tackled Jennifer and began licking his thick seed off of the girl’s tits. "Selena, you have some weird friends," he muttered under his breath, hoping that this evening wasn’t a usual thing with them. No man could be that strong.

Chapter 11

Dragging her cousin down the hall, Selena pulled him into the room she was staying in and once they were there they stood still in the middle of the room filled with awkward silence. She had dragged him into her room because there was no way she was going to fuck him in his room, it was a mess and smelled like guy. Steve looked nervously at his cousin with a uncomfortable smirk. "So, you come here often?" he asked with a strange chuckle that was not at all charming or disarming. Kinda creepy actually.

"Oh geez," Selena groaned in frustration, "No wonder you can’t get laid." She had told Steve she was gonna fuck him and she was, once she said she’d do something she always kept her word even if it meant fucking her cousin. But here her cousin was, promised sex and still not able to make the first move. "We’re both going to die of old age unless you do something, Steve," she told him while trying not to sound to put out.

"Kinda nervous," Steve mumbled shyly.

"Steve, you’re gonna get laid, there’s nothing to be nervous about," Selena explained to him. When he still didn’t do anything she growled in frustration before grabbing his wrist and yanking his arm up, planting his hand on one of her firm breasts. "See, second base, you’re gonna score," she told him.

"What about first base," Steve mumbled meekly.

"Oh for fuck’s sake," Selena grumbled with her hand still on Steve’s wrist holding his hand to her chest.

"I just want it to be special," Steve whined before looking up into Selena’s dark, beautiful eyes, "I love you, Selena."

Selena’s jaw dropped open in shock. He meant it. He really did think he was in love with her. All these years she had thought he was just being a playful, annoying perv to her, admitting his sexual attraction to her by making it a joke but no, he really did think he was in love with her. "Bullshit," she said before releasing his wrist and slapping Steve across his face.

Keeping his hand on Selena’s tit, Steve used his other hand to rub his sore cheek. "Ow, what was that for?" he whined.

"Sit down, Steve," Selena ordered. When her cousin didn’t respond she shoved him down onto the edge of the bed. His hand stayed on her tit, which really annoyed her that even after being slapped by her and shoved, he still kept it there. She yanked his hand away and sat down next to him. "You don’t love me, Steve," she said sternly.

"Yes I do," Steve pleaded, "Your eyes are like deep, dark pools that I could drown in."

"They’re usually glaring at you," Selena said.

"You lips are like the petals of some dark, tropical flower," he continued.

"And they’re usually bad-mouthing you," she added.

"You’re body is like a work of art sculpted by a master sculptor," he went on.

"And it’s usually running away from you," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"I love you," he said.

"Bullshit," Selena said again and then for good measure slapped him again. "We’re cousins, Steve," she added.

"Not really. Our parents were just close," he said defensively.

"We grew up together," she said in frustration.

"I watched you blossom," he said breathlessly.

"I used to hit you. Like, all the time," she offered.

"It was just your inability to express your feelings," he repel.

"I used to steal your lunch money."

"Obesity runs in my family and you were worried about my health."

"I told all the girls in school I’d kick their ass if they dated you."

"You wanted to keep me to yourself until you were ready to admit your feelings."

"I feel annoyed by you, like, all of the time." Selena looked into Steve’s eyes with all seriousness. "Steve, when have I ever been nice to you?" she asked.

"It’s just your way," Steve said with wide, sincere eyes.

"No, seriously, when have I ever been nice to you?" she asked again.

"Selena, it’s okay…" he started.

"Steve, it’s not love," Selena said as she grabbed Steve by his shoulders and shook him violently, his glasses flying off of his face, "So get over it. You pretty much imprinted on me like a duck. I was the first girl to ever give you a boner and you’ve been following me every since. I imprinted on Justin Timberlake and that explains my Justin Bieber experience but I got over it now you get over it."

Steve wobbled for a few moments after Selena stopped shaking him. "So… so we… so we really don’t have anything between us?" he asked like a wounded puppy.

"Nope. Like most guys you confused your erection with your heart," Selena said with relief as Steve finally started to realize the mistakes in his life.

"So… so I really didn’t need to save myself for you?" Steve asked, "You weren’t just sowing wild oats until we could be together?"

"Trust me. I’ve done my share of plowing and it had nothing to do with you."

"All those girls I could have asked out?"

"Probably would have said no anyway, but yeah, you should have asked them out."

"All these years I wasted," Steve said as he stared wistfully off into the middle-distance.

"So, you believe me when I say I do not, never have, never will, love you?"

Steve’s shoulders slumped as he finally admitted defeat to himself. "Yeah."

"And you deeply, in your heart of hearts, know, in mind and body, that you don’t love me and you just confused love for a hard-on?"

Steve looked up at his cousin and finally admitted what he’d be denying for years. "Yeah," he said with a smile of relief.

"Finally," Selena said, her firm body relaxing in relief, "No let’s get these clothes off and have sex, I want to leave in enough time for Ace to take me out for drinks."

Steve stared at Selena in stunned silence as she removed her top, releasing her firm, tan tits to his eyes. "You still want to have sex with me?" he asked in confusion.

"Sure," Selena said simply as she leaned over and yanked Steve’s shirt off, "This is just for all the times I was mean to you." She glared into her cousin’s eyes and jabbed him in the chest with her finger to emphasis her words, "So don’t think this means anything, you’re still the most annoying cousin on the face of the planet."

As Selena began unfastening his pants, Steve shrugged in surrender. "Whatever," he mumbled before helping his cousin take his jeans off. His erection was tenting his boxer shorts and he gasped out as Selena wrapped her delicate hand around him, massaging his stiff pole. She used her other hand to grip the back of his neck and yanked him towards her chest. As one of her hard nipples scraped across his cheek she finally pulled him out of his stupor and he ran one hand up and down her graceful back as his other hand slid between her legs. He ran both hands up and down her body, the fingers from one hand dipping below the elastic of her bikini bottoms to play in the crack of her ass and the fingers of his other hand slid across the warm material covering her heated mound.

Selena slipped her hand into the front of Steve’s boxers and pulled out his hard prick. She had never thought about the equipment that her cousin had in his pants, except when he found an excuse to rub it against her, but for some reason she was surprised that he was as endowed as he was. He wasn’t huge by any means, especially considering what Ace had, but the fact that Steve had a penis at all was surprising to her. She began jerking him off with one hand, twisting him at the base of his cock before her hand slid up his pole and she slid her palm across his sensitive tip and slid back down. As his fingers began toying with her pussy over the thin material of her bikini she felt herself warming up, moistening as he started sucking at her tits. She reached her other hand into his boxers and began fondling his balls, massaging them as she pressed her unencumbered chest for firmly against his sucking mouth.

"Meep Mebus," Steve mumbled around his face full of his cousin’s tits. He sucked one of her dark nipples into his mouth, holding it with his lips, lightly bracing it with his teeth as he lashed it with his tongue. He hurriedly switched to her other nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth along with the surrounding flesh as if he was trying to hungrily devour her whole tit. He slid one finger deeper into the crack of her firm ass, probing her tiny, puckered hole while he slid the fingers of his other hand into her bikini bottoms. His middle finger quickly split her dewy labia apart as she spread her graceful legs open for him to give him easier access between her firm, tan thighs.

A small groan escaped from between Selena’s lips surprising her. At the front of her brain she knew it was simply biology, her body reacting to what was being done to it despite the fact that it was Steve doing the doing but as her tender pussy got warmer and wetter and her nipples harder and her skin flushed it was still surprising that it was Steve. She unconsciously pushed her chest farther into her cousin’s face, giving him easier access to her sweat slick tits as he fingered her, her juices soaking into her bottoms. She rolled her hips up to meet his finger as he slipped it inside of her slowly sawing it in and out of her tight pussy, the pad of his hand resting against her now hard, sizzling clit.

Steve gave Selena’s tits a hard, good-bye suck, one at a time, before starting to kiss down her bronze chest. As he scooted off of the bed her hands released their hold on his cock and balls as he got between her spread legs and ran his hands up the insides of her thighs. "You won’t believe how long I’ve waited for this," he mumbled as his fingers gripped his cousin’s bikini bottoms.

"Don’t slip back into old habits," Selena warned Steve as she reclined on the bed. She lifted her ass up to allow her cousin to slide her last article of clothing off of her and spread her legs wide to give him plenty of room between her thighs.

Looking up the length of Selena’s naked body at her beautiful face, Steve pouted up at her. "You’re not even gonna give me this?" he whined.

Selena glared down angrily at her cousin from between her up-thrust tits. "This ain’t a date, Steve," she warned.

"I know, I know," Steve continued to pout, "Just… just lay back." He waved at her dismissively before turning his concentration at the little slice of heaven between Selena’s legs and licked his lips, his mouth watering.

"Whatever," Selena mumbled as she reclined fully, "But don’t say I didn’t warn you." She slid her hands up to her chest, caressing her tits lightly as Steve draped her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs. She started going through her usual imaginary lovers, adding Ace to the mix, before deciding on Idris Elba. If she was going to be a slave to biology she refused to do it while thinking about her cousin.

Steve lightly licked up one of his cousin’s dewy pussy-lips causing her to shiver. Emboldened he licked down the other lip and circled around her whole little pussy and was rewarded by her rolling her hips up to meet his tongue. "God you taste delicious," he moaned into Selena’s cunt as he licked up her warm, slick juices. He trailed his tongue down to her wrinkled, little taint before licking up her wet slit to her hard clit. He nuzzled his cousin’s little pearl with his tongue before sucking it between his lips holding it still as he rubbed his tongue against it. Her hips jerked uncontrollably and he held her firm thighs more firmly as he used his mouth to worry her pussy like a cat with a mouse.

"Je- Je- Jesus!" Selena gasped out as her body shook in pleasure. She found it more difficult to concentrate on Idris with Steve doing an actually pretty good job between her legs but she refused to let her cousin know it. Squeezing her plump tits more forcefully she went back to her fantasy of Mr. Elba and their imaginary romantic dinner in Paris.

Sliding his tongue as deep as he could into Selena’s dripping pussy, Steve wiggled it around playfully causing his cousin to gasp out in pleasure, her body shuddering. Gaining more confidence with every gasp and twitch he caused the sexy superstar to make he rolled his tongue into a tube and began fucking her hot hole with it. Having to hold tighter to Selena’s quivering thighs he tongue-fucked her while nuzzling her clit with his nose before sliding out of her and sucking her wet lips into his mouth, opening his jaw wide. Managing to get his whole mouth around most of his cousin’s gooey cunt allowed him to swirl his tongue across the sensitive flesh between her thighs taking turns between tongue fucking her as forcefully as he could and licking all around her heated cunt. Nearly a decade’s worth of Internet porn allowed him to try dozens of different techniques to get the singer off and just out of sheer numbers he had her body vibrating like a electrical wire.

Selena slammed her twitching thighs around Steve’s head as she came and Idris held her firmly on a darkened dance floor. Her hands flew down between her thighs to grip her cousin’s hair, holding him in place as her pussy spasmed, her juices flooding into Steve’s mouth as her fantasy lover dipped her low on the dance floor. "Oh God, Idris!" she cried out as her entire body seized in pleasure.

As Selena began to come down from her orgasm, Steve released her trembling thighs and sat up between her lewdly spread thighs. "Did you just call out ‘Idris’?" he asked.

Selena popped her head up just enough to look down at Steve’s head poking up from between her slack legs. "Idris Elba from the ‘Dark Tower’ movie," she panted.

"I know who he is," Steve grumbled, "And the books were better."

Selena rolled her eyes at her petulant cousin. "It doesn’t matter that the books were better, what mattered was all that leather he was wearing," she said dreamily.

"That’s not the point," Steve said with a pout, "What’s the point is that you were thinking about Idris Elba while I was the one doing all the work."

"And I’m sure Idris thanks you," Selena said as she lifted her legs up and over Steve’s head so she could sit up on the edge of the bed and then patted it. "Your turn," she offered as she got down on her knees on the floor.

"Are you going to be thinking about Idris Elba this time too?" Steve asked with a little bit of snark in his voice, the first time he had ever dared to give his cousin attitude.

"Probably," Selena said with a self-satisfied smirk. It finally appeared that her cousin was getting the point, that there was nothing romantic in what they were doing. With Steve sitting down on the bed she pried his knees open and shuffled between his legs as she ran her hands down the insides of his thighs, unconsciously mirroring him when he had done the same to her. Once again she grabbed her cousin’s balls in one hand and the base of his cock in the other. She gave them both a welcome squeeze before bending down and licking the sensitive tip of his prick and heard him groan above her. It had been easier to imagine Idris Elba when Steve’s voice had been muffled between her legs but she had given lots of blow-jobs in her career while ignoring the actual owner of the prick she was sucking so she didn’t think it would be to difficult to ignore Steve.

Steve propped himself up on his elbows to watch Selena. She may have been thinking about Idris Elba while he was going down on her but she was the only celebrity he wanted right now. Although he had to remember to ask her later if Miley was seeing anybody. He groaned out as she swirled her pink tongue around the head of his cock and he had to keep control to stop himself from thrusting himself up into her mouth. This would no doubt be the greatest, if one of the few, blow-jobs of his life and he wanted it to last for as long as possible.

With her eyes firmly closed, Selena took in the first few inches of Steve’s prick into her mouth as Idris told her how beautiful she looked on top of the Eiffel Tower. She hooked her fingers together just below her cousin’s dangling balls, lifting them up with her thumbs while holding on to the base of his prick. Idris complemented her on her last album as she began bobbing her head up and down on her dorky cousin’s stiff pole, taking in another inch or so into her warm, sucking mouth. She moaned happily around Steve’s shaft as Idris bent down and kissed her, her tongue rubbing against the large vein running the length of her dork of a cousin’s length and making him groan out in pleasure.

Running his hands through Selena’s long, silky hair slowly rolling his hips up, fucking her amazing mouth, he groaned out in perfect contentment above her. Her lips met her fingers as she bobbed up and down, his throbbing cock-head slipping into the top of her throat again and again. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as a shudder of pleasure went through his body, a bit of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.

As Idris held her close to his large, amazing body, Selena held Steve’s cock inside of her tightly clutching throat. She lashed at his shaft with her tongue, sucking him hard and making her cheeks hollow as his entire body shivered above her. She slowly pulled her head up, rubbing her tongue along the length of him, circling his helmet before letting him out of her mouth with a loud, lewd pop. She sat up and placed his throbbing prick between her breasts before releasing him and squeezing her firm tits around his shaft. He stuttered dumbly as she began sliding her breasts up and down along his shaft, fucking him with her tits, squeezing her nipples between her fingers as Idris kissed her long and deep.

"Oh- h- h- h…" Steve groaned as Selena titty-fucked him. He released his hold on her head and slid his hands down to her chest, replace her hands with his, squeezing her tits firmly as she began thrusting his cock between her heavenly breasts.

"Oh, Idris, not so hard," Selena groaned happily.

"Fucking Idris Elba," Steve mumbled angrily under his breath as he continued fucking Selena’s tits. Selena ignoring him to fantasize about Idris probably wouldn’t have annoyed him so much if he hadn’t been suck a big fan of "Luther". Ignoring his cousin ignoring him, he slid his thumbs across Selena’s hard nipples as he continued thrusting up into her cleavage, his ball boiling with the need to cum.

As Idris poured her another glass of wine and complemented her make-up, Selena could feel Steve practically vibrating with the need to cum. She quickly sat up, pulling herself out of her cousin’s hands and heard him whine at her. "You are not cumming all over my face," she said as she stood up.

"I bet you’d let Idris Elba cum on your face," Steve pouted as she scooted up in the bed.

"Idris Elba could do any little thing he wanted to me," Selena said as she stuck her tongue out at the hound-dog face Steve was making. She crawled up on the bed and straddled her pouting cousin’s skinny thighs as she grabbed the base of his prick in one of her dainty hands. "And no cumming inside my pussy," she warned him.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve grumbled, "You’re going out with Ace later."

"Exactly," Selena agreed as she slid the tip of Steve’s cock against the wet juncture of her spread thighs. She groaned in pleasure as she slipped the tip of him inside of her and released her hold, her eyes fluttering slightly.

"Better go back to dreaming of Idris," Steve said sarcastically as he ran his hands up Selena’s thighs to hold her hips, "Otherwise you’d have to admit I’m the guy pleasuring you."

"Good point," Selena said, refusing to rise to the bait as she closed her eyes and braced her hands on Steve’s chest. "We’re having a romantic evening on top of the Eiffel Tower," she said breathlessly as she slowly lowered herself down taking her cousin’s hard prick into her hot, tight pussy.

"You are so shallow," Steve groaned as his sexy cousin’s tight cunt squeezed his cock, rippling along his shaft as she took him into herself.

"How is a romantic evening with Idris Elba ‘shallow’?" she asked, annoyance in her voice as she took the last of Steve inside of her. She sat still a moment getting used to the feel of him buried inside of her, parting her hot walls, filling her.

Steve ran his hands up Selena’s flush body, squeezing her firm tits before sliding his hands down her sides and gripping her taunt ass. "Just sayin’. You gotta picture a hot guy you don’t know wining and dining you to get off. Kinda shallow is all," he said smugly.

Selena’s eyes fluttered open and she glared down at her suddenly bitchy cousin. He’d literally never talked to her like this before and she didn’t really know what to make of it. "And yet you think you’re in love with me so what does that make you," she said and smirked in pride at her point.

Confusion slid over Steve’s face as he tried to think of a good come-back. When nothing came to mind he grabbed Selena’s hips forcefully and glared up at her. "Fuck you," he grunted as he suddenly thrust up, bucking his cousin up and yanking her back down again. He began thrusting forcefully up into Selena’s tightly stretched pussy, her naked body bucking up and down, her firm tits jiggling wildly, her hair whipping around, and her face a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

"F- f- f- fuck y- y- y- you, Steve!" Selena growled as she leaned forward and braced her hands against the headboard. She thrust her jiggling body down, fucking Steve as hard as he was fucking her while her hair and tits flew around in every direction. She knew that the force they were fucking each other was going to leave bruises along the insides of her thighs but she didn’t care because how dare he judge her. She worked her body down as hard as she could, pinning her suddenly defiant cousin down against the bed as she used her abdominal muscles to grip harder on his shaft. They were no longer fucking, this wasn’t pity sex, they wasn’t her throwing him a bone for being mean to him, this was now a family feud.

With Selena bent over him it put her wildly swaying tits just over his face and he immediately latched on with his lips, hungrily sucking at her dark nipples as his hands slid up to cup each firm orb. He licked, sucked, and bit into her sensitive flesh causing her to squeal out in surprise at his forceful nature, his fingers kneading her like dough as he let loose a growl from deep in his chest. Already he could feel the need to cum building up inside of him and knew there wasn’t anything he could do about it with Selena dominating him. He released her tits and glared up at his wildly pistoning cousin, "In junior high I told Ricky Sanchez you had crabs."

Selena suddenly stopped in shock and stared down at Steve. "You what?" Suddenly she was thrown to the side, her legs spread wide with her cousin above her, his cock still buried deep inside of her.

Pounding into Selena hard enough to bang her head against her head board, Steve stared wickedly down at her. On her back, the force of his thrusts had her tits rocking up and down on her chest, her hair matted with sweat to her beautiful face, her legs sticking out wide from either side of his body.

Bracing herself against Steve’s forearms, Selena rolled her hips up letting her cousin reach deeper inside of her before wrapping her toned legs around his waist, holding him still. "You remember Cathy Gearing? I fucked her."

"What?" Steve gasped before groaning out. Selena had distracted him long enough to trap him between her thighs and now she was grinding up against him, using her muscle control to squeeze his cock again and again like an insistent farmer milking a cow.

Smiling wickedly, Selena began rocking and rolling her hips up, fucking Steve while he was trapped between her dancer’s legs. He’d always been skinny and her work on the stage left her in much better shape than he had ever been in. Cathy Gearing had been Steve’s first real crush and he followed her around like a little puppy in school. One day she had shown up at Selena’s house when her family hadn’t been home, nervous and scared. She had come out to Selena and asked her how to break the news to Steve without her family finding out so Selena had told him for her. Then, two years later, at their first unsupervised party, they had gotten drunk and explored lesbianism together. Selena wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and pulled him down closer to her. "Can you imagine what a 3-way with us, what that would have felt like?" she said breathlessly to her cousin before playfully biting his lower lip.

A sudden image of fucking Selena and Cathy popped into Steve’s head. He’d eventually figured out Cathy had been gay but he’d never suspected his cousin had "Experimented" with her. "That’s not fair," he pouted. At first. "I planted the cigarettes in your backpack."

It took Selena a moment to figure out what Steve was talking about before it dawned on her and her eyes grew wide in shock. "I got grounded for that," she gasped, "I missed the Spring Formal with Danny Izzick!"

"He fucked Karen Boslee that night," Steve sneered.

"You bastard," Selena gasped in shock, her undulating body suddenly still.

With Selena stunned into silence Steve took the opportunity to escape from between her legs, his cock pulling out of her tightly stretched cunt with a spray of fluid. He quickly flipped her over onto her stomach and gripped her waist tightly and yanked her heart-shaped ass up. He lined his cock up to the entrance of her drooling pussy and thrust himself forward, pinning his cousin down with his cock. Buried balls deep inside of the beautiful singer he began thrusting feverishly into her tight body, the flesh of her ass rippling with every wet smack of his hips. She groaned beneath him and he slid his hands between her chest and the bed, palming her breasts and squeezing them roughly, her hard nipples scraping against his palms.

Gasping out with every rough, powerful thrust, Selena gripped the sheets in her fists, her eyes rolling up at the intense pleasure her cousin was giving her. "Oh you little fucker," she groaned out as she spread her knees wider, bracing her body as she lifted her firm ass higher. She wasn’t trying to help Steve fuck her deeper, she was getting ready to fuck him back. Using the strength in her thighs from years of dancing and her grip on her bed she began thrusting herself back, meeting every barreling thrust her nerdy cousin was giving her, fucking him as forcefully as he was fucking her.

Steve pinched Selena’s hard nipples between his fingertips, rolling them, squeezing her tits, thrusting himself hard into her drooling cunt again and again, his teeth gritted in intense concentration. Sweat rolled and dripped from his and his cousin’s bodies as they fucked, Selena’s juices splattering between them, soaking his groin and sliding down the insides of her thighs. His own thighs were quivering in exertion, threatening to give out at any moment as he pistoned inside of the sexy singer again and again.

"I… I… I blew Josh Callun to… to… to lock you in your locker fresh… freshman year," Selena panted.

"I… I told Mr. Mellon you… you cheated on your Chem. ex… exam," Steve grunted.

"I… I told your… your mom about… about your porn," Selena groaned.

"I told… told your… your mom you snuck out to… to go for a ride on Mitch… Mitch Ipsen’s mo… motorcycle," Steve moaned.

"Fu… fucker."

"Bi… bitch."

With Steve and Selena both more interested in insulting each other than on the rough, forceful sex destroying the bed and the wall behind it, the sweat-slick singer aimed her tan, wildly rocking ass an inch to low causing the thrusting nerd to pop out of her tightly clutching pussy. Barely paying attention, Steve aimed himself just a fraction of an inch to high as he attempted to burrow himself back into Selena, spearing her tightly clutching ass, a mix of their sweat and her slick juices lubricating him enough to thrust nearly half of his angrily throbbing cock into her up-turned ass. Their eyes flew wide open in shock, their mouths gaping as the cousins came and screamed out together, "Jesuuuus!"

As the cousin’s came together they mirrored each other: their toes curling, their hands balling into fists, their heads turning slightly to their lefts, and groaning out as Steve filled Selena’s tightly clutching ass with his cum and Selena’s cum squirting out and drenching Steve’s groin and thighs. The both began to list to their sides, Steve to his left, Selena to her right, before collapsing and nearly falling off the askew mattress.

Selena, being in much better shape, was the first to get her strength back and helped straighten Steve up before relaxing into the mattress, panting along with him. He looked his cousin up and down for a moment before chuckling to himself.

"What… what’s so funny," Selena asked between breathless gasps for air.

"At least I didn’t cum inside your pussy."

Selena suddenly broke into fits of laughter. "You fucker," she giggled before playfully punching her cousin in the shoulder.

"Bitch," Steve laughed back, slapping Selena playfully on her tit.

Selena enjoyed the first unawkward silence together she could remember since she and Steve had hit puberty. Selena looked over at her cousin and held her hand up to him. "Truce?"

Steve took Selena’s hand and shook it. "Truce."

The End.

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The Young Home For Wayward Girls Chap. 01

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own The Professional or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Codes: Fantasy, M/f, anal

The Young Home For Wayward Girls Chap. 01 Mathilda
By: Muhabba

Opening his front door, Mr. Young held his arms open wide to the nervous, beautiful, young girl. "Ta daa! Welcome to your new home, Mathilda."

The small, skinny girl looked around the modestly sized… House?… Cottage? It certainly wasn’t what she had been expecting. She stepped back onto the dirty sidewalk to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. On the outside it looked like an abandoned old building but when she stepped back through the doorway the inside was a cottage exactly like she had always seen in picture books. The living room and kitchen were one large space with a dining room table separating them on hardwood floors. The kitchen looked like it could hold at least two people cooking and the table looked large enough to hold six. The living room had a large sofa, a recliner, and a rocking chair to sit in and a sturdy looking coffee table. It had a large bookcase, an entertainment center and even a fireplace.

Stepping the rest of the way in, Mathilda jumped a little bit when Mr. Young closed the door and then strolled past her. He had her suitcase and duffle bag slung over his shoulder, everything she owned in the world except for the plant she was carrying, and set them down next to the sofa. "So what do you think?" he asked expectantly while smiling warmly.

Staring around in wonder Mathilda’s dark brown eyes finally landed on Mr. Young. He was maybe 5ft 8, not exactly muscular but not fat, with plain brown hair cut simply and he couldn’t stand out less from a crowd if he tried. "You turned an apartment building into cottage?" she asked skeptically.

Mr. Young looked at his new charge in confusion for a moment before smiling again and chuckling. "An apartment building? No, no, that was just the front door. This really is a cottage, take a look outside," he said gesturing to the window above the kitchen sink. He watched Mathilda walk over to the sink, her dark hair cut into a bob, her eyes wide in fascination, wearing a simple, white tank-top and short shorts covering her teenage body.

"Oh fuck…" Mathilda blurted out as she looked out the window then ran to the two windows in the living room and then ran to the large picture window next to the fireplace. "Is that…?"

"That’s Perdidit Glen’," Mr. Young said, "It’s where we live. Where the cottage is."

Mathilda stared at Mr. Young in disbelief. "But we were…" she started before running to the door and throwing it open. Instead of a dirty city street the outside was now a wide open area filled with thick green grass, a bubbling stream that spilled into a brook just possibly big enough to swim in and above that was a blue sky broken by mountains off in the distance.

"How… how are you… What the fuck?" Mathilda stammered.

Mr. Young walked up behind the young girl and patted her affectionately on her head before resting his hand on her shoulder. "The front door leads out to many different places but it always leads back here. It helps me in my work."

"Your work? Helping girls like me?" Mathilda asked in a reverent whisper.

"Not quite like you," Mr. Young said. "But, yep. It helps me find troubled girls or let’s them find their way here."

"Why not like me?" Mathilda asked nervously.

Mr. Young smiled down warmly at his new charge. "The girls will come and go as they need to but you live here now, it’s your home and I’m your guardian. I’ve even got that funny paper work you people are so fond of that says so. You’ll live here with me, assist me helping the girls and if you want, sharing my bed."

Mathilda looked up at Mr. Young and tried not to let the fear she was feeling show. "Your… your bed?"

Mr. Young chuckled warmly. "Don’t worry, darling. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. Now go throw your stuff in the large bedroom and I’ll get us a late supper going," he said as he gave Mathilda a loving swat in her cute, little rear-end and she ran to put her stuff up.

It had already been late when they had arrived home so their supper was a simple sandwich, soup, and a salad which Mathilda devoured in short form. With her plate and bowls empty she looked up and smiled sheepishly when she saw that Mr. Young was barely half-way through his meal. "Sorry," she blushed.

"Not a problem," Mr. Young chuckled. "It’s probably been a while since you’ve had a home… well, not cooked in this case but a home fixed meal at any rate."

"Yeah," Mathilda agreed with a blush.

"Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up for bed and I’ll get all this put away," Mr. Young said as he began picking up.

"OK," Mathilda said happily as she rushed off to the shower. She was halfway undressed in the restroom before she started to think of everything that "bed" could mean. She slowly finished removing her clothes and started the shower noticing that like most of the house it was a functioning antique with two chains to control the water temperature rather than knobs. She got in and began washing her dark hair and then her slender body and found it strange that the sudsy soap really didn’t smell like anything at all. "Maybe, like, distant flowers," she thought.

As she slowly lathered her young, teenage body, Mathilda ran through a quick pro and con list in her mind and quickly decided that anything was better than the Foster system she had just come from. After her friend Leon’s death she had bounced from house to house and family to family and while most we’re at least OK she had met more than a few perverts. Mr. Young didn’t seem like that really. She knew he was probably going to want sex with her but for some reason she believed him when he said that nothing was going to happen that she didn’t want to so the question was, did she want to?

Mathilda finished washing and rinsed off, staying underneath the warm water as she thought her situation through. Would Mr. Young send her back if she didn’t have sex with him? She was pretty sure that her wouldn’t force himself on her but she couldn’t say why she was certain, she just felt safe with him and his house. Oh, his house! It was… it was magic! There was no other way she could explain it. Deciding that even if he wanted to have sex with her it would be worth it just to be safe in his magic house and her decision was made.

As she ran her hands up her slick sides to her small chest, Mathilda tried to think of the sexiest things she could. Most of her fantasies involved super-model looking men taking her to romantic restaurants or holding hands on the beach at sunset and she cooed to herself a little as she pinched her little pink nipples to hardness. Her small breasts heaved on her chest as she concentrated on her little girl fantasies of romance while she slid her hands down her wet body. Her hands flowed over her soft stomach with the water until they breached the juncture of her coltish legs. Her fantasies turned to concentrating on turning herself on as she started strumming her little clit with one hand and slowly trying to insert her middle finger into her tiny, hairless little pussy.

"Gah!” Mathilda grunted in frustration. It wasn’t working! She was just to nervous. With nothing else to do, nothing to lose, and no where to go, she shut off the water. She dried herself off and dressed in a over sized T-shirt and panties before making her way to Mr. Young’s bedroom.

Mr. Young wasn’t in the dimly lit bedroom yet so Mathilda sat on the edge of his bed and waited patiently, alone with her thoughts. She didn’t have to wait long and in her nervousness laughed when she saw the way he was dressed.

"What?" Mr. Young asked. "Men used to wear dressing gowns all the time," he said defensively before lighting a old fashioned oil lamp at the bedside table. He sat down next to Mathilda, as close as he could without actually touching her. "Now, you remember when I said nothing was going to happen that you didn’t want?" he asked and she nodded yes without looking at him. "There’s one stipulation ‘tho."

"Here it comes," Mathilda thought.

"I want to kiss you, and after that, if you don’t want to do anything else then you don’t have to. I stop right then and there. Agreed?" Mr. Young asked.

"That’s it?" Mathilda asked in disbelief. "You just want a kiss?"

Mr. Young’s warm smile appeared on his face. "No, I want you. All of you. You’re a beautiful girl, Mathilda, and I would be a lucky man indeed if you we’re to share your body with me. I’ve never forced myself on a girl before in all of my long life and I won’t start tonight but I would very much like a kiss."

Mathilda cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. "How old are you anyway?"

"Oh, well there’s a quite long and boring story," he chuckled. "How old do you think I am?"

Mathilda chewed her bottom lip as she thought it.over. "Um, forty three?"

"Ha! A good answer. We’ll go with forty three then," he laughed as he patted the top of Mathilda’s damp head. "Yes, I think I’ll like being forty three."

Mathilda cocked her eyebrow at Mr. Young. "That doesn’t sound like much of an answer."

"I suppose we’re both like that with answers," Mr. Young said with a twinkle in his eye. "Me about my age and you about our kiss."

Mathilda looked sheepishly at her knobby knees as she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess."

"You guess what, my dear," Mr. Young said with a patient voice.

Mathilda shrugged her boney shoulders again, "I guess a kiss wouldn’t be so bad. I guess, if you want, we can kiss," she said meekly.

"Excellent!" Mr. Young said before bending down and giving Mathilda a quick peck on her cheek.

Mathilda looked up at Mr. Young in astonishment. "That’s it?"

"Well, yes," Mr. Young said in confusion. "What were you thinking?"

Mathilda shrugged her shoulders again as she said, "I thought you meant, like, with lips and tongues and stuff."

Mr. Young looked as if he were thinking it over. "Hmmm, well, that does sound pleasant. Let’s try your idea then," he said before bending down over the small girl.

Without even thinking about it, Mathilda leaned up, Mr. Young’s strong hand cupping her face as their lips met. The kiss was soft and warm and she felt herself relaxing into it as he held her. His warm, wet tongue caressed her lips and she opened her mouth to let him in. The kiss turned slowly more passionate as his tongue explored her inviting mouth, her pink tongue peeking out to meet his with no hesitation.

Mr. Young broke the kiss and released Mathilda as he sat back up. "Oh my. Your way was indeed much better."

Mathilda blushed and looked at her feet as they dangled off the bed. "Thanks," she giggled meekly.

"Hmmm, I wonder…" Mr. Young began.

"Yes?" Mathilda asked expectantly as she looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Well, we had our kiss, and it was an excellent kiss, so I was wondering…" he began as he looked down at Mathilda and slid a hand through her damp hair, "I know we’ve already had the agreed upon kiss and I’d hate to seem forward or bold…"

"Yes?" Mathilda asked again, her feet swinging back and forth excitedly.

"Might we have another?"

"Yes please," Mathilda said hopefully as she bent her head up expectantly.

Once again Mr. Young cupped Mathilda’s sweet face and bent down until his lips met her. Their tongues met tentatively and he waited for her to begin caressing his tongue with her’s before placing his hand on her soft tummy. He left his hand there as they continued their kiss and then began moving it back and forth softly. When she didn’t object he slid his hand slowly up, almost to her chest, resting there as they kissed deeply, When the young girl didn’t move or shy away from him his hand crept slowly up to her small chest and he rested his palm on one of her tender tits and she finally broke the kiss.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Matilda asked worriedly.

Mr. Young once again smiled warmly down at the scared girl. "I would very much like for you to share your beautiful body with me, Mathilda, but I told you, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. You are free to stop me anytime you want," he said, never removing his hand from over her budding breast.

Mathilda thought it over for a moment, asking him to remove his hand never occurring to her. "And you’ll stop?"

"Of course," Mr. Young reassured her, "Anytime you want. Do you want me to continue? I promise I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy."

Mathilda chewed her lip thoughtfully before nodding her head and leaning up to kiss Mr. Young again. She’d already decided to do whatever was necessary to stay in this wonderful house and everything he had done she really had enjoyed so far. He bent down and she opened her mouth poking out her tongue to meet his.

Mr. Young slid his thumb over Mathilda’s hard nipple through her T-shirt. The little girl moaned with pleasure into his mouth as he slid his hand back down and slipped it inside of her shirt. His hand flowed up her silky soft skin until her reached her tender tits again and softly caressed and stroked her sensitive flesh and toyed with her nipples until she was panting with need and desire, making him smile through their kiss.

"Let’s get rid of this," Mr. Young said as he broke the kiss and grasped the hem of Mathilda’s T-shirt. She nodded numbly and helped him remove her top, leaving they young girl in only her panties. "You have lovely breasts," he told her as he ruffled her hair playfully.

Mathilda rolled her eyes in condescension at Mr. Young. "They’re too small," she said.

"Small, yes," Mr. Young said in all seriousness as he bent down, "But lovely nonetheless." He kissed one of Mathilda’s small, firm breasts as he lovingly stroked the other bringing a surprised squeak to her lips. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, looking up at her from the odd angle.

"I… I don’t know," Mathilda said, "It happened really quick."

"I’ll just have to go slower," Mr. Young said before giving Mathilda’s hard little nipple a long, drawn out lick that had her moaning in desire. Her nipples were a strange mix of light pink and brown, hard with desire and as her voice rose as he continued licking at her tender tit until it was covered in his saliva before switching to the other. He sucked the second nipple into his mouth and slowly lashed it with his tongue until the young girl was gasping in desire and need.

Mr. Young went to suck at Mathilda’s other breast as his fingertips played with her now free nipple. She moaned louder and louder as she leaned back on the bed until she was laying flat, her delicate hands gripping his hair to hold him at her chest. He switched back to the second tit and began slowly tracing his fingers down off of her chest, lower onto her abdomen, down her soft, fluttering stomach to the top of her little panties.

Mr. Young didn’t ask permission as he slid his middle finger down the outside of Mathilda’s dampening panties, he could hear, see and smell how turned on she was, trusting him to take care of her needs. He traced his finger up and down the outside of her wet slit and she responded by raising her hips up to meet his exploring finger. He slid his digit up and down more firmly until she was gasping for air before sliding his finger up farther, dipping into her wet panties and sliding his finger delicately between her moist pussy-lips.

Mathilda’s eyes were screwed tightly shut as she enjoyed everything Mr. Young was doing to her. She’d had men touch her where he was touching her, their mouths where his was, doing the things he was doing, but none of them felt like Mr. Young. She felt oddly ashamed of herself for not trusting him sooner, trusting him more. Of course all he wanted to do was take care of her, make her feel good, she was pretty sure that it was what he was made for. And he was sooo good at it she could tell that she was already about to have her first orgasm caused by somebody besides herself and she knew without a shadow of a doubt it would be better than anything she had accomplished on her own.

Swiftly but softly, Mr. Young slid down the bed, kneeling between Mathilda’s outstretched, coltish legs and slightly startling her. "It’s o.k., sweetie," he said warmly as he stared up her slender body while she peered down at him with wide, brown eyes, "Just trust me. If you’ve liked anything I’ve done so far then you’re going to love this." After a few moments she nodded her head before laying it back down as he reached up and grasped her damp panties.

Mr. Young pulled Mathilda’s panties down slowly, wanting to savor the sight as they slid down her slender hips and thighs to reveal her bald, sweet, wet pussy. Her hairless, dewy little slit looked delicious and his mouth watered as she held her skinny legs up so he could slide the last bit of material covering her body. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders as he bent down and leaned forward, holding her hips as he extended his tongue.

Sliding his tongue lightly over her wet slit, Mr. Young could feel her body shudder. He dipped his tongue just barely past her labia to just inside of her wet hole and heard her gasp as a shiver ran through her slender body. He circled her small, hard clit and heard her groan as her body began shaking. He slid his tongue down and dabbled it against her small, puckered little ass and heard her moan deep in her chest as her hips jerked up. And then he slid his tongue into her gushing cunt as far as he could and heard her yell out as she came, her young body thrashing around on the bed.

Nuzzling against the young girl’s drooling cunt, Mr. Young lapped lightly at Mathilda’s tangy juices as she came down from her sexual high, her back arched and her tiny breasts pushed out.

Mathilda’s gripped the sheets as her body spammed and twitched and fireworks exploded behind her eyes. Her breath came in jagged gasps as she slowly started to relax, her slender body feeling like it was melting into the bed. She had never felt anything like what Mr. Young had done to her and as far as she was concerned it, like the house, was pure magic. Her wide eyes slowly began to refocus as she looked down her slender body to Mr. Young peering up at her from between her legs. "That… That was… That was amazing!" she said before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

"That’s because that’s what happens when two people care about each other and want to make each other feel good," Mr. Young explained. "Would you like to try it on me?"

"And it will feel that good for you?" Mathilda asked with a bit of trepidation.

"Oh yes," Mr. Young reassured her from between her coltish legs, "If, and only if, you want too."

Mathilda thought it over for a moment before eagerly nodding her head. After everything he had done for her, and was doing to her, she wanted him to feel as good as she did. He stood up from between her legs, somehow completely naked even through she hadn’t seen him take his dressing gown off and his erect penis seemed to point straight at her. The downside of living in the foster system since Leon died was that she had seen far more dicks than a girl her age should have but for the first time she was actually glad for the experience the Foster Care system had given her.

Reaching out without hesitation, Mathilda grabbed the base of Mr. Young’s cock, squeezing it firmly in her dainty hand for a moment before slowly tugging on it. It was the first uncircumcised penis she had ever seen and she giggled as she thought that it looked like a snake coming out of it’s hole to wink at her. Pulling the skin back until the tip was fully exposed, she bent forward and licked the sensitive tip, tasting the salty pre-cum already there. Taking the tip into her mouth, her lips stretched tight around his girth as she sucked him in, caressing his thick shaft with her warm, wet, pink tongue.

Mr. Young groaned in pleasure as Mathilda took his prick into her talented mouth. He stroked her hair lovingly, the thought to just grab the sides of her head a fucking her face never occurring to him. This was all about two people caring for each other and he wanted her to enjoy giving a blow-job just as much as he had enjoyed going down on her tender, teenage pussy. He groaned again as she began bobbing her head and felt a bit sad that she had been forced to become so experienced beyond her years.

Bracing her hands against Mr. Young’s hips, Mathilda began bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard on his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled her head back. She licked the tip of him again, swirling her tongue around his sensitive head before sucking him back into her talented mouth. She looked up and felt a large swell of pride in her slender chest at the look of pure bliss on Mr. Young’s face. To know that she was the reason he looked and felt like he did was doing things to her low in her abdomen, her stomach tightening and fluttering at the same time. She had never felt anything like it before in her young life. She had lost track of the number of times she been forced to do this since Leon had died but this was the first time she had enjoyed the act of it.

His hips rocking back and forth on their own, Mr. Young kept a light hold of Mathilda’s head, helping her slide his aching cock in and out of her mouth. She could only fit the first few inches of him into her extremely talented mouth but he was so sure that it couldn’t feel better if she had been able to swallow him whole. Besides, he was sure that as she got older she’d eventually be able to take him to the root. He smiled down at her, his balls practically boiling with the need to cum but he wasn’t ready to finish just yet. He patted her affectionately on her head to get her attention and she looked up at him with her wide, dark eyes and he nearly came right there.

“Ma… Mathilda… I, I think we should… should take a break,” Mr. Young panted.

“Why?” Mathilda asked with a knowing smirk as she took the much older man’s prick out of her mouth and licked down the shaft slowly and then back up to the tip, “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

Mr. Young tried to fight off a fit of giggles. “You are a precious little skamp, aren’t you?” he said warmly as he moved her away from his throbbing prick. “In point of fact, you are a particular delight but I was hoping to move things on a bit if it’s all the same to you,” he said with a grin.

Mathilda pretended to think over Mr. Young’s offer before nodding her head enthusiastically and scooting up on the bed. There was no longer any nervousness inside of her. Mr. Young had more than proved that he would take care of her and as far as she was concerned she would never second think anything he wanted to do.

Scooting up on the bed towards the headboard while playfully chewing on her lip, Mathilda leaned back, her head on the board and her knees together as she watched Mr. Young crawl up on the bed. A coy smile played on her lips as he knelt on his feet and gripped her knobby knees in his hands and she kept eye contact with him. He applied a bit of pressure and she let him slowly part her knees and watched him as his eyes slid from her face, down her naked body, and do the pink, wet juncture of her slender thighs and she kept staring at his face the whole time. She could see the emotions crossing his face as he… appreciated, her naked body. Appreciated her like no one had ever done before. No man, no adult, nobody at all. He stared at her like she was some sort of wonderful prize and her whole body tingled at the look on his face.

Bending down, Mr. Young kissed Mathilda passionately before straightening back up. “You are such a wonder to behold,” he whispered breathlessly as he lowered himself down. Due to their size difference, the young girl wasn’t able to wrap her slender legs around his waist and they just stuck out in the air around the sides of his hips as he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her wet, little, hairless pussy. He slid just the tip of his soft cock-head inside of her and she grunted a little, mostly out of fear that he knew was well earned in her lifetime so he stopped there.

Unable to wrap her legs around Mr. Young, Mathilda instead wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him down and into her. “It’s okay, I want you to do this,” she pleaded.

Giving Mathilda a quick kiss on the top of her head, Mr. Young peered down into her wide eyes and smiled. “You are such a loving child,” he said sweetly, “But you’re still a growing girl and I’m a full grown man so if it’s all the same to you, I figured I’d go slow and give you time to get used to me. I don’t want to hurt you, sweetie.”

Mathilda smiled wider and a single tear of joy trailed down her face at Mr. Young. She had given him her body and most men would have taken that whether she wanted them to or not but Mr. Young was still taking care of her. So careful not to hurt her. “I love you,” she blurted out without thinking about it.

“I love you too,” Mr. Young responded, his own eyes misting over. Pushing himself inside of Mathilda’s tight, little body, he made sure not to hurt her, giving her small pussy time to slowly part around him, her hot, velvet walls squeezing down on him like a wet vice. She moaned and writhed underneath him as he slowly filled her, groaning and sweating with the pressure of his cock. She kept a firm hold of his neck, her fingers digging into his flesh as he continued sliding into her and he used them to gauge her response, the tighter she gripped the slower he went until, finally, after twenty minutes he was buried inside of her completely, his bloated balls resting on her pale, compacted ass.

Sweat dripped down from Mr. Young’s fore head as he panted above the young girl, their eyes locked together. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked the small girl.

Mathilda tried to smile between gasps of breath as her fingers dug into his shoulder. “It… (pant) so… so… (pant) so good Mr… (pant) Mr. Young…” she gasped out, “So… so… good.”

“I’m so, so happy,” Mr. Young said through his wide smile. “I just want to make you feel so happy and so good,” he said as he rolled his hips slightly, rubbing up against Mathilda’s hard little clit.

“Ahhh!” Mathilda yelled out suddenly, her entire body seizing, her toes curling, her eyes rolling back in her head as her slender body arched and her tight, tiny little pussy clamped down while her warm, wet juices gushed out of her and soaked into the mattress.

Mr. Young watched as Mathilda, perhaps for the only the second time in her young life, a warm smile on his lips as he watched her writhing around beneath him, proud to have been the one to give her such pleasure.

Panting in pleasure as she came down from her sexual high, Mathilda felt like she was melting into the mattress. “That… that was… Awesome!” she gasped as she looked up in awe at Mr. Smith above her.

“I’m glad,” he responded as he gave Mathilda a quick kiss on the top of her head. He slowly pulled his hard cock out of her drenched pussy with a wet slurping sound and then laid down next to her. She immediately curled up next to him and placed her head on his chest.

“Did you… y’know, cum?” she asked as she looked up at him.

“Not yet, sweetie,” he said with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her small body, one hand on her bony hip and the other toying with her small breasts, “but we have all night long.”

“But I wanna make you… You know…” Mathilda said, her slight chest still heaving as little drops of sweat trickled down her breasts.

“Cum?” Mr. Young said with a smile of approval. He pretended to think for a moment before giving her small breast a small squeeze. “Answer me this first. You feeling up for another go around?” he asked.

Mathilda took a deep breath before flexing her skinny arms trying to make her muscles bulge. “You betcha’,” she said with a enthusiastic smile.

Mr. Young slid his hand down the young girl’s side to her bony hip and then slapped her playfully on her little ass. “That’s good,” he said in a voice full of warmth, “Get on your hands and knees.”

Mathilda eagerly complied, wiggling her tight, little ass at Mr. Young as he scooted behind her, smiling at him from over her slender shoulders. “I’m ready when you are,” she said.

Groaning with age, Mr. Young got down behind Mathilda’s upthrust rear-end and slid his hands over her soft, smooth skin. He parted her tight cheeks and licked his lips hungrily at her pink, puckered asshole. He slid his tongue across her tight hole causing her to squeal in surprise as he licked at her delicately. He circled his moist tongue around her tight ring of muscle, gently probing her hole with just the tip of himself.

Screwing her face up at the strange sensation of Mr. Young licking her butt, Mathilda tried to make herself relax. He was being gentle with her, even more gentle than before, and she found herself slowly responding. It felt strange, unlike anything she had ever felt before and she wasn’t sure that she would ever get used to it, but for him she would try.

Rolling his tongue up into a tube, Mr. Young began probing deeper into Mathilda’s ass using his tongue like a tiny cock to fuck her with. He raised one of his hands up, his fingertips darting around her still gooey pussy, gathering her slick juices. With every push of his tongue, as he pulled out, he used his finger to smear the young girl’s warm juices around her asshole, getting her ready for him. As his tongue probed her deeper he began wiggling it around slightly, opening her up more and allowing his tongue to go even deeper inside of her hot, little body.

As his new, young charge began moaning out slightly Mr. Young smiled to himself at a job well done. Not everybody responded to anal as positively at Mathilda was doing and his cock throbbed at the idea of him slipping it inside of her. He coated his middle finger with her slick juices before sliding the tip of is finger under his tongue, slipping it into her up to just his first knuckle. Never stopping from using his tongue, he began pushing his finger in and out of her, finger-fucking the young girl, dipping his finger a little bit farther with every small thrust.

As Mr. Young started probing her ass, Mathilda’s eyes shot open in surprise. She had never felt anything like this before, it was completely different than anything that had happened to her in the foster system. Her body started moving on it’s own even before she realized what she was doing, arching her back, pushing her rear-end back, her small, dangling breasts too small and firm to move much as she began thrusting her body back. Suddenly she moaned out in pleasure as she realized that she liked what was happening to her, that she liked what Mr. Young was doing to her butt. “Oh yessss…” she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Smiling in pride, Mr. Young pulled his tongue out of Mathilda’s tightly clutching ass and replaced it with a second finger. His fingers were pressed tightly together as he slid them in and out of the young girl’s ass. He was now in to the second knuckle, thrusting in and out causing her to gasp with every thrust. As he slowly delved deeper inside of her he finally reached the last knuckle, burying his fingers inside of her completely. He began licking her pussy beneath his hand to give her time to get used to his fingers inside of her, his mouth watering at the taste of her tangy juices.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Mathilda started chanting as Mr. Young began licking her pussy again. His fingers were resting inside of her butt but she didn’t want him to stop using them so she began rocking her body back and forth, fucking her out-thrust rear against his fingers as a small string of drool escaped from the corner of her mouth.

When Mr. Young realized that Mathilda was fucking herself with his fingers he knew that the time was perfect. He left his fingers inside of her ass as he straightened up while using his fingers to stretched her out slightly. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to the young girl’s puckered hole just below his fingers and as he withdrew them he slid the tip of his cock in just past the tight ring of muscle.

Suddenly Mathilda’s small body seized as she came unexpectedly, her small pussy gushing, coating Mr. Young’s dangling balls. She gasped out as her tiny fists gripped the sheets and her toes curled as every muscle wound tight as a spring. Her arms and thighs twitched and jerked as she gasped out in pleasure, electricity coursing through her trembling body.

Mr. Young waited patiently as Mathilda rode out her orgasm with the tip of his prick inside of her ass. She was squeezing his cock-head almost to the point of pain and he could only imagine what it would have felt like with him buried completely inside of her. As her young, slim, teenage body began to relax she became listless, swaying from side to side as her arms began to buckle. He quickly grabbed her slender waist, lowering her down gently until her head and shoulders were on the pillow and her ass was high in the air.

Mathilda groaned out in contentment in front of him as Mr. Young pushed himself inside of her little body before sliding himself back out again. He pushed in slowly and as he felt the young girl begin to tighten up he pulled out again, working himself shallowly inside of her ripe body. It felt like hours working himself in and out of his young charge’s ass, ignoring his pleasure at filling her to make sure she enjoyed every inch of what he was doing to her, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he would.

The young girl drooled into her pillow as Mr. Young slowly slid his cock in and out of her upthrust rear-end. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing ragged as her breathe escaped from past her gasping mouth. Her hands began clenching the sheets tighter and tighter as he slid himself in deeper and deeper, her tight hole slowly opening and parting around his shaft gripping him tighter than a fist. She moaned out in delicious, delirious pleasure and contentment as he fucked her teenage ass.

After finally getting the last inch of his prick inside of Mathilda, Mr. Young held himself still, gripping her slender thighs, holding her possessively against his hips. The young girl’s moans and gasps of pleasure rang like music in his ears as he relished at the feel of her young ass clenching around him. He slid himself out barely an inch before sliding back in, fucking her slow and deep, sweat pouring off of their bodies. As he fucked her ass he began increasing the pace, building their pleasure up, his balls slapping wetly against her drooling cunt, her ass rippling with every thrust. His moans began to join her’s, their cries of passion echoing off of the walls as their mutual desires began boiling in their bodies.

Suddenly Mr. Young came, slamming his cock deeply inside of Mathilda’s twitching body, holding her to him as he filled her tight ass with his thick, hot cum, triggering her own orgasm. She came with such force that her entire body began thrashing below him as if she was in the throws of some sort of fit. His hands held her still, supporting her to keep her from falling off of the bed until her heated, sweat slick body began to calm. His softening cock slipped out of her with a wet, lewd pop as she relaxed flat on the mattress. He leaned down next to her, holding her tightly against his chest, his soft, sticky cock pressed against her taunt, sticky ass. He quickly fell asleep then, holding his new charge protectively and lovingly.

Mathilda listened as Mr. Young started to snore and giggled as his nose made a little squeaking noise while he breathed. She snuggled her cute, well-fucked, little butt up against him and let him hold her against him. She felt safe. Safe and content. Not just happy but complete contentment. As she pulled the covers up over them and closed her eyes she felt like she had found some place that she truly belonged.

To be continued…

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Doctor Who: The Silence Rises

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own Doctor Who or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Code: M/F+, F+/F+, Mind Control

Doctor Who: The Silence Rises
By Muhabba

His name was Tek’Hamin’Acutl’bil’Tamin but mostly people just called him Bill. Unless their tongues could spiral, then he was usually Tek’Hamin but mostly it was just Bill. As far as humans went he was fairly plain for an alien, five foot ten, brown hair, only the two eyes, and of medium weight and build, nothing exceptional really except for his dreams. Every since he been born in the Hollarer Province on Frellp 2 he had wanted to travel and see the stars. Most people from his village had that dream but every since he was young he had sworn he was going to do it and then one day he did. And he’d been trying to get back ever since.

It wasn’t that outer space was bad but it was big. So big. So incredibly big. And filled with stars. Stars set so far apart it could take years to journey between them. Long, boring years. Stars so far apart that by the time you heard of something exciting happening some place that when you got there the grandchildren of the people who had actually lived through it were the ones to tell you about it. And the fuel. Space travel was so expensive that he had worked hundreds of odd-jobs just to try and save enough money to get back home and as far as work went he was now pretty much a Jack of all Trades.

Bill walked quietly down the dark corridor of his latest assignment, septic removal. It wasn’t the biggest space station he had ever been on but Demons Run was the creepiest. It was probably the Headless Monks. He had no idea what religion required you to lop your noggin off but he didn’t want any part of it. The monks served The Order of the Silence or some such and were looking for a man known as The Doctor. A very specific doctor apparently because Bill knew for a fact that The Order had a Time Scoop and were searching through all of time and space for him. And judging by all the soldiers on board with the monks nothing good was going to come of them finding their doctor.

Not a lot of people knew what a Time Scoop was but Bill did. He had seen a derelict one a few years ago outside of the Medusa Cascade that a bunch of Time Agents had secured. He had worked the salvage on that job and had helped them put the pieces back together and it was a pretty simple machine to operate all things considered equal.

Bill spotted a group of monks heading towards him and ducked into a storage closet before they could see him, or whatever it was they did. As a Septic Removal Specialist he had authorization to be down here but the monks just plain creeped him out. When the monks had passed he scurried out of his hidey hole and skittered down the hall to the Time Scoop.

The Silence had recruited most of their members for the specific purpose of finding the Doctor and most of their agents had some sort of history with him but not Bill. He was only interested in the paycheck to help get him back home. And the Doctor’s companions, he was very interested in them. He had missed two spawning cycles back home and was very lonely so when the Silence had passed out the dossiers on the Doctor’s companions he had hit upon a plan to finally get some relief.

Bill slipped into the Time Scoop control room and locked the door behind him. The consoles looked exactly as he remembered them and activating them was child’s play. A window into the next room opened and a bright light was emanating from inside, the machine was prepped. Adjusting the environmental controls for the brightly lit room he finally punched in all the time coordinates he wanted and activated the scoop.

As the light dimmed, Bill looked into the adjoining room and saw 8 females. He nearly clapped in glee before pressing one of the control buttons and filling the crowded room with gas. He could hear the females coughing as the gas quickly dissipated and he eagerly entered the room. Walking down a short flight of stairs he looked at all of the women staring at him and each other.

Bill looked lustfully at the women as he gave the gas time to take effect. Seven humans and one lizard-like Silurian. Two of the women had red hair, one dark and the other light, four brunettes and three blondes, and the Silurian of course had no hair atop her ridged head. They were nearly all the same height except the dark red haired one who was nearly six feet tall and one of the brunettes who was barely over five feet. The Silurian was wearing a long, flowing black gown while her brunette companion was wearing a maid’s uniform. The shortest brunette was wearing a red Victorian gown while her brunette friend was wearing a form fitting gray sweater and a short skirt. The shortest skirt belonged to the tallest red head while the other was wearing functional cream colored pants and a matching jacket. One of the blondes was wearing prison clothes of a gray tank top and dark pants while the other blonde was wearing a black blouse and jeans.

The light red-haired woman with wild curls glared at Bill and went for her side arm. “Who are you and where are we?" she demanded before realizing her gun was gone.

"Don’t worry," Bill said as he held his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat, "The Time Scoop automatically removes all weapons. They’ll all be returned to you later."

"That still doesn’t answer her question," the tallest female said sternly as she crossed her arms and glared angrily at Bill.

"My name’s Bill," he said as non-threatening as possible, "…and you’re at Demons Run. It’s a space station."

"Demons Run," the curly red head said. "You work for the Silence!" she said in an accusing tone of voice. "How did you bring us here?"

"I used a device call a Time Scoop and everybody has to work for someone," Bill explained.

"So what’s all this have to do with us then?" one of the blondes asked.

"Well, working for the Silence I learned about the Doctor and his companions," Bill said as he looked over the beautiful females. "I’m so excited to meet you all."

"So you already know who we are," one of the brunettes said.

"You’re Martha Jones," Bill said pointing the the beautiful African British woman. "…and you’re Rose Tyler," he said nodding to the blonde, "…and you’re Amy Pond," he told the tallest woman, "…and River Song," he nodded to the curly red-haired human, "…and you’re Clara Oswald and the immortal Me," he said to the one in the tight sweater and the shortest one in the Victorian gown, "…and Madam Vastra and her wife Jenny," he said to the Silurian and the brunette dressed as a maid, "And lastly Sally Sparrow and Lucy Saxon," he said to the last blonde and brunette.

"So what is you want exactly ‘coz we’re not going to help you if you’re after the Doctor," Rose said defiantly.

"No, no, no," Bill said as he walked slowly over to Rose. "I’m not here to hurt the Doctor or anybody."

Rose looked up at Bill, trying to pretend she wasn’t nervous. "So what exactly is it you want?"

"Just this," Bill said as he bent down a bit and kissed Rose. Her mouth opened in shock and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue in, thoroughly and eagerly exploring her mouth. The rest of the women just stared on in shock as their kidnapper kissed Rose and she began to respond, her arms reaching up around his shoulders to hold him to her.

Breaking the kiss with Rose, Bill pulled Martha towards him and kissed her next. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself to him as she moaned into his mouth. Rose leaned towards them and joined in, kissing Martha deeply before kissing Bill again, pressing her body against both of theirs.

Amy leaned over and whispered into River’s ear. "What’s going on and why do I feel so strange?"

River looked up into Amy’s wide eyes. Even though she was older than Amy, River Song was her daughter from Amy’s future but unfortunately for her, Amy wasn’t far enough down her own time-line to know it yet. "He must have used the Time Scoop to pluck us all out of our times lines," she told her mother.

"But why do I feel so… funny?" Amy repeated as she felt her nipples grow tight and her pussy begin to warm.

River turned to Amy, trembling as she tried to resist the neurological agent she knew was what must have been in the gas. "I’m sorry, mother."

"Mother?" Amy asked in bewilderment before River threw her arms around her and kissed her. Their bodies melded together as Amy wrapped her arms around River, both women moaning in pleasure.

Being married, Jenny and Vastra embraced each other much more easily and eagerly than the rest. Jenny’s warm, wet tongue quickly slid into Vastra’s cooler, dryer mouth, caressing and exploring her wife’s mouth, their bodies rubbing together as they moaned with pleasure.

"I believe we are under the influence of some kind of drug," Vastra said between kisses.

"I’m sure you’re right, mum," Jenny agreed as she felt her nipples harden beneath her clothes.

Clara looked down at Me with wide-eyed surprise as the small woman slid her arms around Clara’s waist. Neither one spoke as Clara bent down slightly and Me leaned up until their lips met. Their tongues quickly slid between their lips as each woman gave themselves over to the inevitable and kissed passionately.

Sally and Lucy looked around the chamber fearfully as they edged closed to each other. Their hips touched and startled the two women causing them to jump. They peered at each other with fearful eyes as they continued to move against one another, their bodies slowly melding together as they began to embrace and their quivering lips touched.

Excitedly, Bill removed his clothing leaving him totally naked, his cock already hard and throbbing with lust. He and Martha quickly removed Rose’s top to reveal her medium sized breasts capped with hard, excited nipples. They latched onto a hard nub each while their hands eagerly began massaging her firm, horny body. They both broke away from Rose’s chest at the same time before he and Rose quickly did away with Martha’s top as well. Her breasts were slightly larger and firmer than Rose’s and they both latched onto one dark tit each as well, licking and sucking at her warm flesh.

Set further apart from the other small groups, the two red-heads continued kissing passionatly. Being older and more sexually expressive than her mother, River took control and hurriedly removed Amy’s top. She quickly latched onto one of her mother’s small, firm tits and began eagerly licking and sucking on her ripe, pale nipple. River heard Amy moan in appreciation above her and her pussy gushed with excitement at the shameful taboo of what they were doing. Her mother pushed her away from her chest and pulled her up straighter they both could remove her top as well. They pressed their heated bodies together, chest to chest, and kissed deeply, groaning in pleasure into each others mouths.

As River and Amy slid their flushed bodies together, Vastra already had Jenny’s top down, her long, serpentine tongue wrapped around one of her hard, pink nipples as she pinched and rolled the other nipple between her fingertips. Jenny ran her hands over her wife’s smooth, scaly head moving her across her chest from breast to breast. "Oh, mum, I’m a lucky woman indeed to have a wife with such a talented tongue," Jenny cooed in pleasure as Vastra’s free hand wandered down her back to squeeze her taunt ass.

As the lizard woman kneaded her wife’s pert, little rear-end, the two shortest companions giggled wildly. Me and Clara shared a certain sense of adventure and already had most of their clothes off. Both women were considered shorter than average with Me being even shorter than Clara so both women were on their knees on the floor as they embraced. They had barely broke their kiss as they stripped each other to just their panties and knelt down and were now pressing their heated bodies firmly together. They rubbed their naked flesh together as they kissed, their hands sliding up and down their backs, dipping lightly into their panties as they moaned lustfully into one another’s eager mouths.

As Me and Clara quickly embraced, Lucy and Sally began lightly, more tentativly kissing while still fully clothed. Lucy leaned back against a near-by wall as Sally pressed against her, one of her legs between Lucy’s trembling thighs as their hands slid up and down their sides. They each placed small, quick kisses on the other one’s face until Sally began kissing down Lucy’s jaw to her graceful neck. Lucy held her head back as she began moaning out while Sally kissed down to her bare shoulder and ran her hands below the hem of her shirt.

With Sally and Lucy slowly taking their time with each other, Bill, Rose, and Martha were already completely naked as they rubbed their heated flesh against each other and moaned in pleasure, their hands flowing over their bodies. Rose and Martha kissed each other deeply before giggling girlishly and then kissing down Bill’s body until they were on their knees in front of him. Rose gripped the base of his shaft and began tugging on his cock as Martha began massaging his balls in her talented hand, drawing a groan of lust from him.

Rose kissed the tip of Bill’s prick and then pointed it at Martha allowing the other woman to kiss it as well before taking it back past her pink lips and licking around his sensitive head until it gleamed. She swallowed the first few inches of his throbbing cock, bobbing her head back and forth before releasing it and letting Martha suck on it as well, both girls kissing around the hard shaft as they shared him.

In thier own out of the way spot, River quickly removed the last of her mother’s clothes before laying Amy down on her back on the cool floor. Far too eager to waste any more time she quickly laid down on her stomach between Amy’s long legs and threw them over her shoulders, wrapping her arms around the red-head’s firm, slender thighs. She kissed her mother’s dewy pussy-lips and heard Amy coo as the younger woman wound her fingers through her curly and rolled her slender hips up to meet River’s mouth. River licked lightly up each pink labia, collecting her mother’s tart juices on her tongue as she nuzzled her nose against Amy’s clit.

Normally the more reserved of the companions due to her Victorian upbringing, Jenny hurriedly removed her wife’s clothes before undressing herself. Vastra’s body was extremely similar to a human’s but covered in a layer of soft, green scales rather than skin that Jenny found all the more exciting. She licked Vastra’s dark green nipples poking through her scales, little nubs of warm flesh surrounded by her cool lizard like exterior. She ran her hands over the lizard woman’s body, running them down to caress her tight, muscular ass, squeezing it gently and appreciating how firm it was in her hands.

As Jenny began kissing down her wife’s body she got down on her knees rubbing her hands up and down Vastra’s toned thighs. Her wife was a warrior and had the body of one which Jenny found even more enticing than she would have ever imagined before they had met.

Vastra moaned as she allowed Jenny to enjoy her body while Me and Clara were now on the floor near them, completely naked, writhing against one another in complete bliss. Clara was on her back with Me on top of her, the smaller woman’s chest pressed just above her’s as they kissed deeply, their tongues wrestling eagerly inside of their mouths.

Their hands flowed over their heated flesh, Clara’s fingers sliding between Me’s pert, little ass-cheeks and crawling over the puckered little hole of her ass causing her to squeal into her mouth. Me slid her hand down to Clara’s hips as the school teacher wrapped her legs around Me’s calves and rolled her hips up to meet the smaller, older woman’s heated groin.

Now on their knees on the floor as they slowly lost their inhibitions, Sally pulled Lucy’s top over her head and threw it over her shoulder. Lucy wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her prison top and Sally pressed herself against her chest as Lucy ran her hands up and down Sally’s still clothed back. They broke their kiss only to remove Lucy’s top and immediately resumed kissing as they began pushing their hips together, grinding against one another and moaning lightly into each others mouths.

On her knees the same as Sally and Lucy, Martha took Bill’s cock into her eager mouth all the way to the base as he stood above her and Rose, rubbing along the underside of his shaft with her tongue as the blonde companion licked and sucked on his dangling balls. Bobbing her head back and forth, Martha continued deep-throating him as he held the sides of her head and began fucking her talented mouth, groaning in pleasure above them as Rose’s tongue covered his balls in her warm saliva.

With a childish pout, Rose pulled Martha’s mouth off of the hard prick and quickly swallowed the tip of him while Martha giggled and began tugging on Bill’s balls playfully.

Bill gasped as Rose circled his cock-tip with her tongue again while Martha bent down and took one of Rose’s hard nipples into her mouth as she slid her hand up the insides of the sucking girl’s firm thighs. The blonde companion quickly spread her knees far apart allowing the dark-haired companion easy access to her dripping cunt.

In their own, private space on the floor, the daughter and unkowning mother didn’t notice their kidnapper peering at them from the corner of his eye. “Oh God yes!” Amy screamed out as River drove her tongue deep into her wet hole. The older, more experienced woman quickly had her panting and moaning in pleasure as her pussy gushed and River eagerly lapped up her mother’s juices. She groaned out from deep in her slender chest as the older time traveler drove her wild with lust.

River slid her hands up Amy’s writhing body and palmed the younger girl’s small, firm tits, pinching her rosy pink nipples between her fingertips as her mother humped her heated pussy up against her face. Amy began grinding against River’s mouth as she felt another orgasm quickly began to rise inside of Amy’s naked body, the younger woman pulling at her hair.

“Yes, my love, yes!” Vastra moaned out as Jenny licked inside of her warm pussy, her voice joining Amy’s. The human wife’s juices were gushing out and covering her wife’s chin before dripping down on the floor. She ran her rough hands through Jenny’s hair, holding her to her cunt, humping herself against the human woman’s beautiful face . On her back she was humping up so hard against Jenny’s face that her ass was lifting up off the floor, clenching tightly as Jenny held her up, squeezing her rough, muscular cheeks, her fingertips caressing lightly over her tightly puckered asshole.

Me was on her knees a few groups over from the groaning Vastra with her slender thighs spread wide, one of Clara’s legs thrown over her shoulders as she pressed her dripping pussy against the school teacher’s. They scissored enthusiastically, grunting and moaning as they fucked each other, their pants and moans echoing through the chamber louder than anybody else’s.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Clara groaned as her back began to ache while she held herself up, rocking her hips, grinding her cunt against Me’s, making the smaller woman gasp out in pleasure.

Mirroring opposite from Clara and Me, Lucy and Sally, being more subdued, rolled slowly around on the floor, their chests pressed together with their breasts spilling out from their sides as they continued kissing passionately. Their hands slid up and down their backs, over the tops of their pants, their fingertips slipping inside, teasing each other as they groaned in pleasure into each other mouths. Their hard nipples slid across the sensitive flesh of their tits as they rubbed together, their heated bodies flushed with rising desire.

The Septic Removal Specialist couldn’t keep his eye on any one small group as they all lost themselves to chemical desire. Bill sat down on his knees, his calves tucked underneath him as he pulled Rose’s round ass on top of his thighs, her upper back and shoulders on the floor with her arms spread out. Her small, firm tits heaved on her chest, her nipples hard and pointed as Martha began to straddle her head, facing Bill.

Rose wrapped her arms around Martha’s firm thighs, holding the darker woman to her face as she poked her tongue up and began eagerly licking the medical student’s dripping cunt.

Bill pushed himself forward as he held firmly to the blonde girl’s firm ass, sliding his prick into Rose’s tight, clutching pussy, her juices running down on top of his thighs and dripping onto the cold floor. The alien kidnapper started fucking her slow and deep, building up his pace to match Martha’s as she rode the shop girl’s beautiful face in the middle of the strange room.

As he and Martha fucked Rose, Bill couldn’t keep his eyes off of the two red heads writhing around together. After she had brought Amy to a shuddering climax, River crawled up her mother’s naked body until they were chest to chest, their small breasts pressed together, their nipples sliding across their sensitive, heated flesh. They rubbed their sweat-slick bodies together as they kissed and groaned into one another’s mouths, their hands sliding up and down each other.

Amy wrapped her long legs around River’s thighs, their hot, wet pussies pressed together as they began humping against each other. They kissed deeply as they continued to rub against one another, grinding against their naked, needy bodies together as they panted and moaned in pleasure together.

Amy rocked her hips up to grind against River’s hot cunt while River rolled her hips down, pressing herself against her mother’s drooling pussy as their tongues caressed and wrestled in each other’s mouths, each one humping against the other, desperate to make the other one cum. Amy clawed at River’s graceful back as the older woman tugged at the younger woman’s flowing hair and chewed at her bottom lip.

The happily married couple paid no attention to any of the couples around them, their only real desire for each other. Vastra got on her knees, her breasts pressed flat on the floor and her scaly ass high in the air as Jenny’s knowledgeable hands ran over her firm, rough skin.

Jenny slid her moist tongue between Vastra’s muscular ass-cheeks, circling around her puckered ass, teasing her wife before pressing herself against her wife’s tightest hole. Vastra’s ass parted slightly as Jenny pushed the tip of her tongue inside and circled it around, stretching the tight ring of muscle as she pushed more and more of her tongue inside. As Vastra’s ass began opening up to Jenny she began sliding her tongue in and out, fucking her ass and causing the lizard woman to moan in desire.

The shortest of the Doctor’s female companions stayed eagerly occupied with each other as they explored every erogonous zone that they could on the other woman. Me straddled Clara’s head, the school teacher holding her thighs as she rode her face. Clara’s talented tongue danced inside of the smaller girl’s pussy, making the much older woman pant in lust as she rode Clara’s beautiful face. Me gripped Clara’s dark hair in one hand, her eyes closed in pleasure as she palmed her own small tits with the other, gasping out as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself down on the school teacher’s hungry mouth.

As the more delicate of the happily fucking women, Lucy and Sally, both now completely naked, made a small pile with their clothes, trying to make the hard floor more comfortable for each other. They sat on their naked asses, their legs wrapped around each others waists as their hands slid up and down their naked backs, their chests pressed together as they began kissing more fiercely.

Lucy kissed down Sally’s face, down her neck and across her shoulders.

Sally groaned in pleasure as Lucy kissed down to her chest between her small breasts, licking at her warm, silky skin.

With Sally and Lucy becoming more passionite, Bill began thrusting himself furiously into Rose’s tight, wet pussy, her warm juices covering his thighs as she eagerly licked at Martha’s churning cunt. The blonde girl’s whole body started to seize, tightening up like a spring, her pussy rippling around her kidnapper’s shaft as she began to orgasm.

As Rose’s orgasm rolled through her trembling body, Martha quickly climbed off of her gasping face and scooted down her side to where Bill was thrusting into the blonde girl’s gushing cunt. Rose gasped and stuttered in pleasure as she came, her juices rolling down the strange alien’s legs and puddling on the floor.

Bill moved out of Martha’s way as the blonde girl began slowly coming down from her orgasmic high, laying Rose on the ground and letting the dark skinned companion in between her trembling thighs on her hands and knees. As Martha began licking at the orgasming woman’s drooling pussy he lined his cock up behind her at the entrance to the medical student’s wet pussy and began pushing himself inside of her tight hole.

Also on her knees, River spread her thighs, straddling across one of Amy’s long legs. She wrapped one of her mothers legs around her waist, bringing her groin up and pressed herself down, pussy to pussy, scissoring the younger woman similar to what Clara and Me had already done. The panting, lust filled red-heads began thrusting themselves together, rubbing their heated, dripping cunts against one another, fucking each other to orgasm.

Amy held her hips up as high as she could as she humped against River’s drooling pussy, her weight on her shoulders and her small tits jiggling around on her chest. She wrapped her long legs as tightly as she could around the older woman, her arms braced against the cool floor.

River lifted as much weight off Amy’s lower body as she could as she lustfully humped her mother, their juices mingling and dripping onto the floor. She groaned in lust as Amy’s long, slender legs squeezed her lower body letting the younger woman hump up more firmly against her boiling pussy.

As the family of River and Pond scissored each other in nearly desperate need, the family consiting of the Silurian and human groaned lustfully together. Jenny shoved her tongue as deep as she could into Vastra’s tight, clutching ass, making her wife yell out in pleasure. She flattened her tongue, digging into the lizard woman’s rear-end as she slid a finger inside of her. Jenny wiggled her finger and tongue together, wetting her digit enough to slide a second finger in. She slid her tongue out as she began fingering Vastra’s tight ass, circling her wife’s puckered hole before licking her wife’s sensitive taint. Jenny smiled to herself in pride as her lizard wife began writhing in pleasure before her as she continued using her talented fingers and tongue on an in her.

As Vastra kept on her flat stomach to let her wife finger her tight ass, Clara had stayed flat on her back with her legs spread wide to let Me crawl in between her thighs, as she rocked her hips up, humping Me’s face between her lewdly spread thighs. She gasped and moaned as the immortal girl shoved her tongue as far into her pussy as she could, delving deep inside of her flushed body. She held Me by her hair between her legs with one hand as she used her other hand to squeeze on of her own firm tits, the brown flesh bulging out between her fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure as she rocked her hips up and groaned out in lust.

With Me vigoursly tongue-fucking Clara a few feet away, Sally laid back on the soft pile of clothes pulling Lucy down on top of her. She spread her legs to allow the blonde girl to lay down between them, their groins pressed together. They rubbed their naked bodies together, chest to chest, pussy to pussy, gasping out in passion.

Lucy slid an arm down between their sweat slick bodies reaching for Sally’s wet cunt as Sally mirrored her, reaching between them until she found Lucy’s gushing hole. They slid their delicate fingers into each others pussies, gasping in pleasure as they began fingering each other, their juices soaking into their clothes, their gasps echoing throught the chamber and over to Bill as he fucked Marth.

On her hands and knees above Rose, Martha groaned out in pleasure as Bill angled his cock down with every thrust from behind her, rubbing against her G-spot as the blonde companion reached down the length of her rocking body and began sliding her thumb around her clit. Martha bent her head down and kissed Rose passionately, their chests pressed together, their breasts bulging out from their sides as she was rocked back and forth on her knees by Bill pounding into her up-thrust little pussy.

Bill kept a tight grip on the dark skinned woman with one hand on her slender waist as the horny alien paddled her tight ass with his other hand adding to the wet slapping sounds their bodies were making. The sounds their sweat-slick flesh was making echoed through the room, joining with the sounds the other women were making as they all groaned and moaned in pleasure.

Rose kept her hand on Martha’s free hip, holding her firmly with their alien kidnapper, as she strummed the medical student’s clit making Martha groan with lust. They continued kissing passionately, moaning into one anothers’ mouths as their tongues wrestled together. Their bodies rocked back and forth, each one rubbing against the other as Martha began to shudder with pleasure.

Suddenly Martha broke the kiss and squealed in delight as she came, her dripping cunt clamping down on Bill’s invading cock as he continued to thrust inside of her. Her slick juices spilled out, mixing with Rose’s in the puddle beneath them. Her firm thigh’s trembled and the dark skin of her ass rippled as her kidnapper’s hips slapped against it, unknowingly sharing an orgasm with another companion.

"Oh God I’m cumming, mother!" River gasped as her gushing cunt gripped Amy’s fingers. Her small, firm tits were pressed against the floor with her ass high in the air and her mother’s fingers a blur as Amy slid them in and out of her sopping cunt as fast as she could. Kneeling behind her, the younger woman held her pink, wet, slick pussy-lips with the fingers from one hand as she finger-fucked her with the fingers of the other hand.

"That’s right, who’s your mommy!" Amy said sternly as she slid her pinky finger into River’s tightly clutching ass, triggering another orgasm in the older woman. "That’s right, I’m your mummy," Amy chuckled as River’s warm juices covered her hand, not knowing how right she was.

The Victorian couple paid no attention to anyone else around them, all of their attention saved for each other. "Are you ready, my love?" Madam Vastra asked with a sly smirk from between her wife’s spread thighs.

Jenny looked down her naked, panting body at her wife laying between her spread legs as she nodded eagerly, unable to talk as Vastra teased her needy pussy.

Extending her lizard like tongue fully, the lizard woman from the dawn of time used it to fill her human wife’s tight, tasty pussy. Using muscles that no human could have she moved her tongue thoroughly inside of Jenny’s pussy causing the slender human to writhe in pleasure as every erogenous zone inside of her cunt was stimulated at the same time.

Jenny’s thighs tightened around Vastra’s head, holding her still as she quickly came, her slick juices gushing and eagerly lapped up by Vastra as she screamed in pleasure. She held tightly to her wife’s head with her hands as well as her thighs as she writhed on the floor only a few feet from two other brunette companions.

Me and Clara sat on their knees, chest to chest, hip to hip as they kissed. Clara’s larger, softer breasts enveloped Me’s as the two women rubbed their heated bodies together. Each one kept a firm grip on the other’s ass with one hand while their other hand worked between their legs. Their tongues dueled together as they fingered each other, moaning in lust broken with an occasional giggle as each woman feverishly tried to find a new pleasure in the other one’s body. Their juices dripped to the floor, puddling beneath their knees as they came over and over again.

Sally laid down flat on her stomach on top of the pile of clothes, their section of the floor much more comfortable, as Lucy sat on her knees next to her.

Lucy spread Sally’s pert ass-cheeks apart to reveal her tiny, puckered asshole. She bent down and gave it a wet kiss leaving a small puddle of saliva as she raised her head back up.

Lucy slid her middle finger between the brunette’s checks, lightly probing her ass before sliding her finger in up to her first knuckle. She speared the other woman with her finger, holding her new lover to the ground, making her groan in contentment.

Sally groaned in pleasure, gripping the pile of clothes tightly in her fists, as Lucy began slipping her finger deeper and deeper inside of her. She raised her slender hips even higher to give Lucy easier access to her needy body.

Martha and Rose cuddled together on the floor, their hands lovingly stroking their naked bodies in post orgasmic bliss as Bill heaved himself to his feet. With a smile of satisfaction he looked around at all the naked, horny women on the floor and tried to decide on which little group to join next. Deciding on which couple he wanted to save for last helped him decide which couple would be his next conquest. He looked down at the cooing Rose and Martha and gave them a cheesy wink. "Be back in a bit, babes," he said before shuffling off, still completely naked with his prick bobbing up and down with every step and still gleaming with Martha and Rose’s cum.

Completely unaware of the order their kidnapper had decided on, Amy and River laid on their sides, their heads between each others sweat slick thighs in a 69 as they moaned and groaned in lust. The each cupped the ass of the other, spreading their cheeks apart as they licked at one another’s pussies, their fingers probing their tight, puckered holes. The two woman paid no attention to the other women around them or what was happening to them all, all they cared about was the moans and groans they could pull from each other.

Amy held River’s cheeks open as wide as she could, spearing the other woman’s tight little hole again but with her middle finger. She rolled her tongue into a tube, thrusting it in and out of the other time traveler’s cunt like a small cock, making the older red head gasp in pleasure as she enthusiasticly tongue-fucked her.

River held Amy’s taunt rear-end open enough for her to get her pinky finger as deep into her mother as she could, wiggling her tongue inside of her pussy and making the younger woman pant in desire. She squeezed and kneaded the younger woman’s ass, massaging her daughter’s taunt cheeks as she began sliding her finger in and out of the taller woman’s tightest hole.

Inspired by the two red-heads, Vastra never removed her tongue from her wife’s spasming pussy as she flipped her over onto her stomach. She used her hands to pull Jenny’s ass up high in the air and teased her puckered hole with her fingertips as she left her wiggling tongue inside of her gushing cunt. She gently probed the brunette woman’s delicate hole with her fingers, slipping just her pinky finger in to make her wife gasp in pleasure.

Jenny’s hands rolled themselves into fists as her wife lovingly slipped her finger into her tightest hole. The dark haired English woman started to drool slightly as her eyes rolled back into her head and she pushed herself back to get as much of Vastra’s amazing tongue and amazing fingers inside of her as she could while off on their own, the two shortest of the campanions took a small break.

Me and Clara laid next to each on the floor, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. They each had a single finger in the pussy of the other, lazily sliding them in and out as they tried to get their breath back. The giggled to themselves from time to time as they slowly stroked the other woman’s body with their free hand and enjoying the wetness between their legs.

Me giggled again before looking over at Clara and asked her, "You ready to go again?"

Clara looked over a Me with a sly wink. "Oh yeah," she said with a chuckle, unaware of their kidnapper walking by their naked bodies.

Lucy looked up from Sally’s pert rear-end when she heard shuffling footsteps approaching. Bill looked down and nodded at the blonde, slender built woman and smiled warmly. "You mind if I join in?" the human looking alien asked and got down on his knees straddling Sally’s slender thighs.

Lucy grabbed the base of the man’s prick and pulled him into her mouth, sucking hard on his shaft as he slid himself into her warm, moist mouth. He slowly fucked her face as she wiggled her tongue around his shaft, never losing pace as she continued finger-fucking the other woman’s tightly clutching ass as the first two women he had fucked walked past them.

Rose and Martha strolled unabashedly naked across the room and sat down next to the far wall so they could watch each group of women as well as which couple Bill was joining. They leaned against the cold wall and cuddled together, each woman lightly toying with the other’s chest as they both snaked an arm around the other woman’s waist. As they toyed with each other’s breasts the former companions slipped their hands between the other’s thighs, delicately sliding their fingers into one another’s dripping cunts as their eyes flittered from one small group of horny women to the other. They moaned in appriciation as their eyes fell on the two red-haired, gasping companions.

With Amy in top, the two ginger time travelers were still locked in a 69, their tongues furiously licking each other’s horny pussies as they each pumped two fingers into one another’s clutching asses. Their pants and moans of desire joined with the other women’s in the chamber, echoing off of the cool metal walls. Their groans of lust grew louder as they both raced towards orgasm, each one desperate to make the other cum.

The two woman couldn’t get enough of the other’s body wanting nothing more than to spend their time between one another’s spread legs. River’s tongue wiggled enticingly between Amy’s spread thighs while Amy shoved her tongue in and out of River’s gushing cunt. They thrust their fingers in and out of their asses, their favorite body part of the other woman as they humped up against each others’ faces, moaning into their cunts.

As the ginger family gasped and moaned in lust between each other’s legs, the Victorian family groaned in loving pleasure. Both Vastra and Jenny stood on their knees face to face, their supple thighs pressed between their legs as the ground the burning junctures of their legs together. Their naked bodies were melded against one another as they rubbed against the other, their arms wrapped tightly around their bodies as they kissed passionately. Their hands slid down their graceful backs, down to their tightly clutching asses and back up again as they each humped their wife’s thigh.

"Mmmm, oh yes, my love," Vastra moaned into her wife’s mouth as Jenny’s firm, warm breasts slid across her chest.

"Oh, mum, you’re wonderful," Jenny groaned out passionately as she lovingly kneaded her wife’s taunt ass, their bodies in perfect sync.

Meanwhile, Clara and Me rolled around on the floor, their heads locked between their thighs as they tried to get comfortable in a 69. "This is no good," Clara gasped out in frustration.

Me’s head popped up from between Clara’s thighs. "If you say it’s because of my height just remember, I pinch," she said with a smirk as she looked over her shoulder at Clara’s head popping up from between her legs.

Getting comfortable on their sides, still head to foot, Me and Clara gripped each other’s firm asses as the began eager licking each other’s dripping pussies, groaning in pleasure and happy to have finally solved the problem with their differing heights. Each between the other time traveller’s twitching thighs, neither Clara or Me could hear Sally and Lucy as they enjoyed their kidnapper’s cock.

"O- o- ohhhh," Sally groaned as Bill slid his hard cock in and out of her tightly clutching ass while Lucy fondled his balls with one hand and toyed with Sally’s clit with the other. Sally’s eyes were shut tight as she hissed, concentrating on the pleasure she was receiving from the two strangers. Her teeth were clenched as she stuttered in pleasure and her orgasm finally over took her, her juices gushing out and soaking Lucy’s hand.

Bill let the female ride out her orgasm with his cock buried in her ass until her body stopped seizing. He pulled his prick out of her rear-end with a lewd pop as her body sank bonelessly onto the pile of clothes.

Lucy grabbed the alien by his cock and used it to pull him on top of her as she laid down flat next to Sally. She spread her legs wide as he settled between her thighs and she placed the tip of his prick at the entrance to her needy cunt. His hard prick parted her heated pussy walls as he slid slowly into her, his lower abdomen grinding against her sizzling clit. "Fuck me," she gasped in need.

"Yes, ma’am," Bill said earnestly, unaware of the eyes following his every move.

Rose and Martha watched as Bill’s hard cock bottomed out inside of Lucy’s wet, needy pussy as their fingers dancing over one anothers’ bodies. He began fucking her long, slow and deep and the blonde woman rolled her slender hips up to meet his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his calves and her arms around his neck, holding him to her as she raised her head up and kissed him. Bill’s thrusts became faster and harder, fucking Lucy hard enough to scoot her across the floor next to Sally.

Sally snaked a hand between Bill and Lucy’s sweat slick bodies, questing between their thrusting groins until she found the wet, sticky juncture of the blonde woman’s slender thighs. She managed to fit one finger between them and used it to circle the panting woman’s clit as she leaned forward and joined their kiss.

Lucy groaned into her partners’ mouths as she felt her orgasm begin to crest, tightening her legs around Bill’s thighs. She lifted her hips up as far as she could, trapping Sally’s hand against her heated groin and cumming, her slick juices gushing out and puddling beneath her compacted ass.

While Lucy rode out her orgasm the two red-haired companions basked in the afterglow of their orgasms. River and Amy lay next to each other on the floor holding hands, small puddles of cum pooled between their slightly spread thighs as they panted and struggled to regain their breath. Amy rose up on her elbows and looked around the room at the small groups of fucking women, finally taking notice of them. She looked from the couples back to River and smirked wickedly. "Roll over and raise that bum of yours up," she ordered.

River smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. "Yes, mum," River said excitedly before eagerly complying. Her small breasts pressed down on the cool floor, her hard nipples sizzling in desire as she raised her taunt ass. She looked behind her from over her shoulder as her mother got behind her and the older woman shivered in anticipation.

As the inspiration of Amy and River’s new anal adventure, Vastra held her wife’s peachy ass open as Bill got on his knees behind the kneeling, brunette, English woman. He pressed the spongy tip of his cock against the entrance to her ass and heard her moan into the lizard woman’s mouth as they continued to kneel facing each other. With all the work the two woman had done he was able to easily push into the human woman’s clutching ass, taking his time to let her slowly part around him. She groaned loudly as he bottomed out inside of her, his balls dangling below them as he let her get used to the feel of his girth inside of her. He reached around her slender, pale body as he sent his hands across her to Vastra pressed tightly against her wife.

Bill’s arms were just barely long enough to reach down and squeeze the lizard woman’s tight ass as Vastra slipped one of her own hands between her and Jenny’s bodies. As Bill began thrusting slowly into Jenny’s ass, the lizard woman snaked her hand between their entwined legs as they continued humping against one another and caught his dangling balls in her hand, massaging the firm orbs as he fucked her wife’s body.

"Oh, mum, I’m cumming!" Jenny cried out. Her tightly cluching ass clamped down on Bill’s invading prick as her cunt gushed her juices, covering Vastra’s hand and muscular thigh. Her entire body seized in pleasure pressed between her wife and the man who had kidnapped them, her muscles twitching as she groaned in pleasure. Slowly her body began to relax and she felt Vastra and Bill lower her to the ground, the occasional muscle twitch coursing through her heated body.

With her wife safely on the ground, Vastra looked hungrily at the human that had brought them all there, his cock hard and pointing at her. With a wolfish smile she leapt at him and tackled him to the ground. They were only a foot away from the nearest couple and Bill’s eyes crawled over the flush, naked bodies of the two women as the shorter one slapped the up-turned rear end of the other.

Clara gasped as Me spanked her ass, the school teacher’s breasts dangling beneath her on her hands and knees, thrusting herself back against the immortal woman. On her knees behind Clara, Me was reaching around the other woman’s body, her hand between the younger woman’s thighs as she thrust 3 fingers into her cunt and circled her hard clit with her thumb. With her other hand, Me spanked her friend with every thrust of her fingers as Clara rocked herself back, her ass red and shining and her flesh jiggling with every swat.

"How do you like the one getting spanked, Miss Oswald," Me asked with a wicked grin, "I wonder what your students would think of you being the one punished?"

Clara could only grit her teeth and grunt as she continued rocking her body back against Me’s groin. Despite not having a cock, she could feel the smaller woman rubbing her cunt against her upturned ass as sweat dripped off of her hard nipples onto the floor below.

Enjoying the various shows going on all around them from on her knees, Rose humped her heated cunt against Lucy’s mouth as the other blonde woman lay flat on her back, her arms wrapped around Rose’s thighs and her mouth wide open as she licked at her cunt. Martha laid flat on her stomach, her firm tits pressed into the cool floor and bulging out from her sides as she lapped hungrily at Lucy’s dripping pussy. Lucy had her thighs wrapped against the sides of Martha’s head as the dark skinned woman kept a firm hold of the pale woman’s slender legs. With Martha’s thick ass high in the air, Sally held the medical student’s cheeks apart with her hands as she shoved her tongue in and out of the dark skinned woman’s dark rosebud of an asshole.

Groaning in pleasure, Rose watched from across the room as Vastra wrestled Bill to the ground and then quickly straddled his lap. The lizard woman possessively gripped the base of his cock and impaled her impressive, scaled body with the hard tool, gasping out in pleasure. The alien from the dawn of time rode his cock hard and fast, rolling her hips back and forth with every downward thrust, stimulating her clit, her firm tits barely moving. Vastra braced her hands on Bill’s chest, riding him like a pony as she hissed in pleasure and he held tightly to her hips. The alien warrior woman’s body began to tighten up as she began to cum and Rose could see her juices escaping from the tight seal where Vastra’s groin joined with Bill’s and he continued thrusting himself up into her.

Across from the slowly growing group of kidnap victims, River and Amy still only had interest in each other. With River on her knees, her chest pressed to the floor and her tight ass raised high in the air, Amy held the older woman’s ass-cheeks wide open and drove her tongue as deep into her tight ass as she could. She speared the other time-traveler over and over again, tongue-fucking her rear-end and causing her to squeal out with every wet thrust.

With her mother’s tongue wiggling around in her ass, River gasped and moaned in pleasure. "Oh, mum, oh, mum, oh, mum," she hissed over and over again through gritted teeth as Amy continued tonguing her. Another orgasm rose up inside of her naked body, cresting quickly, her pussy gushing her juices and her ass clamping down on her mother’s tongue as she came. She squeal out in pleasure, her hands balling into fists, her eyes squeezed tightly, her toes curling in delight.

As Vastra began to come down from her sexual high at the same time as River, she slowly bent down, chest to chest with the being that had kidnapped her. Suddenly soft, female hands were caressing her, lifting her off of Bill’s body, her pussy wetly pulling off of his amazingly still hard cock. The women laid her down next to Jenny who immediately gave her a loving peck on her green lips.

Rose and Sally helped Bill to his feet, each woman giving him a deep kiss before releasing him. As the two women joined the rest of the other women, Bill looked around the room with a wide smile of pride on his lips. Today may be the greatest day of his life regardless of the fact that he would probably never see his home planet again. With his hands on his hips and his prick gleaming with the various girls’ juices he spotted the next couple he wanted to join.

From the corner of her eye, Clara saw a hard, shiny prick suddenly bobbing next to Me’s head. The shorter girl noticed as well and they looked up and saw Bill looking down at them before they both turned their attention back to his throbbing cock. They looked at each other from around the alien dick, a twinkle in their eyes, before shuffling up onto their knees. Clara reached it first and grabbed it by the base, tugging firmly at it as Me got comfortable next to her. She held the prick up for the shorter girl and Me immediately opened her mouth, drawing the ridged dick into her mouth with her tongue. The immortal girl could taste many different flavors coating the hard cock and her mouth watered at the taste of it as she bobbed her head back and for, sucking firmly.

Clara pulled the alien cock out of Me’s mouth with a wet pop and the smaller time traveler immediately ducked down and began licking at Bill’s sticky, dangling balls. Clara used her tongue to circle the spongy cock-head before drawing him into her mouth. She groaned hungrily as she bobbled her head back and forth, pulling him as far into her mouth as she could. Her hand continued tugging at his base, her lips meeting her fist as her lips slide up and down his shaft, her tongue massaging the large vein running the length of him.

Rose, Martha, Vastra, Jenny, Lucy, and Sally stood in a circle around Bill as he fucked Clara’s mouth. He held the sides of her head firmly as he rocked his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her lips stretched tightly around his girth. Below him Me lapped at his dangling balls before she sat back up and pulled the other girl away from his prick with a loud pop that caused all the girls to giggle.

Clara laid flat on her back as Me crawled over her and laid down on top of her, groin to horny groin. With the differences in their heights the shorter woman’s head was even with the other dark-haired girl’s impressive chest and she immediately began nursing noisily at her firm tits. The school teacher moaned out in pleasure as Me licked and sucked from one breast to the other.

Bill shuffled between the two women’s legs as he got on their knees. He aimed his cock down, the strange angle pulling his back but there was no way he was going to miss out on this opportunity at the two women pressed together. He placed the tip of his prick at the entrance to Clara’s wet pussy, holding himself still as he fought the strain in his back. He slid himself forward, stretching her tight cunt as she moaned out louder, rolling her hips up to meet him.

Me looked over her shoulder at Bill between Clara’s legs. She got off of the slightly taller woman and turned around before laying back down again on top of her again where she could get a better look at the alien abductor’s prick bottoming out inside of horny school teacher. She circled the school teacher’s clit with her tongue as Bill slowly pulled his dick out of her sopping cunt and slid back in. As he fucked himself in and out of the taller woman’s panting body, Me took turns between licking between Clara’s spread legs and the alien’s shaft making them both groan in pleasure.

Completely oblvious to the other females, Amy spread her thighs as far as she could while River licked her hungry pussy. No matter what the two red-heads did to each other, no matter how many times they made one another cum, they just couldn’t stop. River was flat on her back with Amy straddling her head, the older woman’s arms wrapped around her slender thighs to help hold her head up as River’s tongue lapped at her mother’s dripping cunt. Amy squeezed her small tits in her hands as she gasped out, riding the other woman’s mouth, groaning out in pleasure. Her latest orgasm roared up inside of her and she cried out as her juices gushed out, flooding the older red-head’s mouth as her tongue wiggled inside of her.

River eagerly licked up her mother’s pussy juices, her mouth pressed tightly against the younger woman’s cunt, creating a seal as she tried not to miss a single drop. She could feel Amy relaxing in her grip and loosened her hold on her thighs as the taller woman slowly laid down on the floor next to her again. She leaned over and kissed the other time-traveler, sliding her tongue into her mouth and moaning lustfully into her mother’s mouth.

Amy wrapped River in her arms and kissed her back, tasting her own juices on the other woman’s tongue as they relaxed into one another. The older woman pressed herself against her and she ran her arms down to cup River’s ass as she rubbed her chest against the other red-haired woman’s small, firm tits. She squealed in surprise and then moaned in pleasure as the older woman’s hands slid down to her own ass and then slipped a finger into her own, tight hole.

A few feet away from River and Amy, on her hands and knees, her tits dangling below her, Clara rocked her body back trying to get as much of Bill’s cock into as she could while he fucked her from behind. Below her the smaller Me had her arms wrapped around the school teacher’s thighs, licking at her stretched pussy. Between groans, Clara bent down to lick at Me’s gushing cunt as the smaller woman switched between tonguing her pussy and licking at Bill’s dangling balls.

Bill pulled his throbbing prick out of Clara’s tight pussy and angled it down before sliding it into Me’s open mouth, her eager tongue wiggling around his shaft as he fucked her mouth. His balls bounced off the bridge of the shorter time traveler’s nose before he pulled back out and returned to fucking the taller woman’s tight, gushing cunt. He ran his hands over the silky smooth, heated flesh of her ass before drawing out, aiming down and fucking Me’s talented mouth again.

Me and Clara groaned out in pleasure as Bill took turns fucking them both and the other women’s hands slid over their bodies. The hands cupped and squeezed their firm breasts, pinched and rolled their hard nipples, caressed their sweat slick flesh, slid between their spread legs, and parted the cheeks of their taunt asses. Their flush bodies shook and trembled as their orgasms began to wash over them, their muscles seizing as they came, their hot juices sliding out of their spasming pussies.

Amy and River sat exhausted on the floor watching the other groups of women as Me and Clara came down from their own orgasmic highs. Their kidnapper pulled his still hard cock out of the school teacher’s sopping cunt and rubbed it across the immortal woman’s gasping face. The shorter woman licked eagerly at his shaft before he stood up and turned to the two red-haired women, his throbbing prick pointing straight at them. Despite having fucked themselves into exhaustion, both women shivered in anticipation at the sight of Bill’s cock throbbing between his legs, dripping with the juices of the other women. And as the kidnapper and his victims began walking towards them, Amy and River found the strength to sit up straight, both woman licking their lips hungrily, their eyes locked on the alien dick bobbing up and down with every step.

The instant Bill was close enough, Amy and River immediately reached up and grabbed him, wrapping their hands around his cock and balls and using them to drag him closer. The older woman quickly took the septic worker’s bulbous cock-head into her mouth, using her tongue to circle the tip, tasting the several women’s juices on him before Amy grabbed the cock from her and shoved it into her own eager mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive tip.

Bill knew the identities of the two red-haired women and the sight of a beautiful mother and daughter sucking his cock was pure heaven. They were two of the most eager cock suckers that he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting and they worked well together, swapping his cock and balls back and forth, sharing equally with each other. Their tongues and lips worked wonders on his prick as he fucked their beautiful faces, their hands moving across he groin and between his legs, jacking his prick and fondling his balls. He could feel his balls quickly tighten as he got ready to cum and quickly pulled his cock out of Amy’s mouth with a gasp. "What say we change things up a bit?" he said with a smirk.

With the other women’s help, Bill, Amy, and River all changed into positions with Bill on his back and River straddling his thighs. Martha held the base of the alien’s prick up as Jenny helped guide the older red-haired woman down, holding her slick labia apart, her tight pussy slowly enveloping his hard cock. Sally knelt behind Bill and let him rest his head on her slender thighs as Vastra helped Amy straddle his head. The younger red-head slowly lowered herself down, facing River, and their kidnapper wrapped his arms around her slender thighs, his mouth wide open. As Amy settled herself over his mouth he immediately shoved his tongue into her dripping snatch and caused her to moan.

As both red-haired women began rolling their hips, fucking their abductor, they groaned out in pleasure and leaned forward towards one another. They wrapped their arms around each other’s neck, kissing deeply as they shared their alien kidnapper. River panted and moaned into her mother’s mouth as she rode up and down Bill’s hard prick, her juices sliding down his shaft and covering his balls. Amy gasped into River’s mouth as Bill’s tongue wiggled excitedly in her pussy while she humped against his mouth. The group of women surrounding them all joined in, their hands and mouths covering any spare inch of flesh they could find, fondling their tits, sliding between their legs, and fingering their tight asses.

River began panting and gasping for air as her orgasm roared to life. Her tight pussy clamped down on Bill’s thrusting prick, rippling along his shaft as she came, her hot juices gushing out of her spasming pussy. Her body twitched and shuddered in pleasure, the other women stroking her heated flesh lovingly as she rode out her orgasm, never breaking the kiss with her mother.

As River began coming down from her orgasm, the other women helped her off of Bill’s dick, her sated cunt slipping wetly off of his throbbing shaft. They laid her gently down on the floor before moving Amy off of his mouth, already guessing what their kidnapper wanted to do to her and all eager to watch him do it.

Bill groaned as he watched the other women help Amy onto her hands and knees, her tight, little ass pointed straight at him, inviting him in. He eagerly got to his knees and shuffled over behind the younger red-head, sliding his hands over her flush skin as the women continued helping with their talented hands. Me and Clara held Amy’s tight cheeks apart, gently probing the puckered entrance to her ass with their tongues as Lucy and Martha reached beneath her and toyed with her tits. Rose and Jenny helped Bill line his cock up between Me and Clara’s fingers, his throbbing cock-head resting against her tight hole. Vastra and River snuggled behind the alien kidnapper, peering down from over his shoulders as his prick slowly pushing into Amy’s upthrust ass.

Amy groaned in pleasure as Bill began shoving his prick into her tight ass, the other women’s hands flowing over her body like warm water. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered, her moist lips parted as she panted, her pale flesh gleaming with sweat. The women all helped push her back onto their kidnapper’s cock as it made it’s way into her tight, upthrust ass. She could feel her juices sliding down the insides of her quivering thighs as the alien finally bottomed out inside of her, a deep moan escaping from her lips.

His groan of bliss joining Amy’s, Bill held onto her small waist tightly, grinding himself against the red-head’s tight, taunt ass. It was easily the tightest hole he had ever put his dick in, and that was kind of a lot of holes considering how much of the universe he had traveled, and he relished at how it gripped down on his prick. He gritted his teeth as he began pulling his aching cock out of Amy’s ass a bare inch before shoving himself back in with a grunt causing the young, horny girl to gasp out in pleasure.

Amy gritted her teeth in concentration, the same as Bill, as his cock slid in and out of her body. She began rocking her body back to meet his thrusting prick, the other women’s hands crawling over her needy flesh. She moaned out loud enough her voice echoed through the room as Bill’s dick plumbed the depths of her ass and her orgasm began to roar through her. She cried out at the top of her voice, screaming in pleasure as she came, her ass gripping down on the prick buried inside of her, her burning cunt gushing with lust, her body shaking.

Holding the shuddering Amy possessively to his hips as she came wrapped around his cock, Bill fought off the urge and need to cum until the slender, beautiful woman was done. He could feel the strength leaving the young red-head’s body, her arms and legs collapsing as the rest of the women lowered her down to the floor. He pulled his prick out of her ass with a lewd pop before standing up above her and the rest of the women got down on their knees.

Bill stood fisting his cock while the women helped Amy to her knees with them as they gathered in front of him. He aimed his cock down, his scrotum tightening, his balls boiling in need as they women all looked up at him with wide, lustful smiles on their beautiful faces, all naked, all waiting for him. With a grunt he came, his cock exploding, his thick, hot cum raining down on the women. He tried his best to cover their faces equally, aiming his cock side to side like a fire hose, his fist a blur around the base of his prick until the last drop landed, his cock slowly beginning to soften.

As the women began eagerly licking his cum from off their faces, Bill stared down at them and tried to regain his breath. It was an amazing sight that he would take to his grave, ten women all excitedly trying to taste his cum on one another’s faces. When he was sure that he had the view memorized he sauntered over to his discarded clothes, extremely pleased with himself, and pulled a small device from his crumpled pocket. He pointed it at the women and waved to them with his free hand, "So long, ladies, thanks for the memories." Depressing one of the buttons Bill was momentarily blinded by a bright flash of light and when his vision cleared the women were gone.

"Gonna need a shower," Bill told himself with a self-satisfied shrug before leasurly getting dressed again. He walked back up the stairs and opened the door to the control room, suddenly freezing on the spot. "What the hell?!" he gasped.

Bill didn’t think he’d ever forget the sight of what was standing in front of him. It had to be over six and a half feet tall with a large, bulbous head, skin like a wet, wrinkled cloth. It had large, similarly wrinkled hands with long, extended fingers, one far larger than the rest, and the flesh of it’s body looked like a simple black suit and tie. It had no eyes except for depressions where the sockets were, but he was sure that it was staring at him. Or possibly through him. He shook in fright. "Wha… what are you," he stammered.

"Consider it your confessor," a female voice said from behind the creature.

"Madam… Madam Kov… Madam Kocarian," Bill grumbled, "What are you doing here?"

The smaller woman came out from behind the creature. She had short, curly, red hair and a metallic eye-patch over one of her eyes and spoke in the tone of someone used to having her orders carried out and carried out immediately. "The question is what are you doing here," she said curtly.

"I was… I was… I was cleaning?" Bill said nervously.

Madam Kovarian threw her hands up in frustration. "If you were actually of any use I’d give you to the monks," she said before turning towards the tall, frightening figure. "Wipe him," she ordered before turning to a human guard standing behind the larger creature where she had been a moment ago. "Escort him," she said sternly before turning back to the Septic Removal Specialist, "And you follow them or next time I’ll just give you to the Silence."

Bill had no idea what Madam Kovarian was talking about but he was scared enough of the woman he’d never dream of blatantly disobeying her. He followed the human guard while the creature followed him leaving the madam behind with another human guard. She turned to the guard and glared at him angrily.

"Get the locks changed," she ordered, "This is the third time he’s done this and I’m growing tired of wiping his memory. At the rate this is going, The Doctor will find us when he learns that some fool keeps kidnapping his companions and wiping their memories of the encounters."

"Yes, Madam Kovarian," the guard answered without hesitation as they woman stomped out of the mall control room, grumbling to herself.

The End.

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Sat, 11 Nov 2017 04:55:15 UTC

Uncle Joe Chap. 07

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Kaley Cuoco, Michelle Trachtenberg or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.

Story Code: M/f, Teen, F/f, Oral

Uncle Joe
Chapter Seven: Kaley Cuoco (Michelle Trachtenberg)
By Muhabba

Uncle Joe Smith sat on his couch in his small house staring off into space. “What am I doing?” he thought. “I have got to get control of myself.” He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and paced over to his liquor cabinet. Filling a class with a triple of his best whiskey he leaned against the wall, sighing deeply. “I’m gonna need to slow down or start traveling again. But dammit. I’ve got a really good thing going on here.”

Joe had always been a traveling man, crossing back and forth across the country heading to whereever struck his fancy. He’d also always been a promiscuous man, a ladies man. A real love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. He’d lost track of the number of females he’d fucked. Hundreds surely. And he wasn’t just attracted to a certain type either. “Hell. Or an age,” he thought as he smirked. If something in a woman, or a girl, struck his interest he had to have her any way he could.

“Nothin’ wrong with a love ‘em and leave ‘em type,” he kept telling himself. But lately he hadn’t been doing any of the “leave ‘em”. It had started with his niece, Jessica Alba and turned her into his own, personal, anal slut. “But what an ass,” Joe smiled to himself. Next had been a sweet, young student of his named Michelle Trachtenberg. He’d been training her to think of him as something of a father figure whose dick she had been sucking on more and more. “Such a sweet, little, cum slut.” Next had been another student who needed help to get her grades up named Jennifer Love Hewitt. He had helped her with whatever grade she needed and he used her body shamelessly. “Jesus. What tits.” He licked his lips as he grinned. Then there was another niece of his, Brooke Hogan. He’d flat out drugged her and her brother while their father was out of town, introducing them to a whole new world. So what was keeping him here? He should have left ages ago.

“I’m gonna need a miracle,” Joe thought to himself as he gathered his keys and wallet. “Or a partner.” And with that last thought he left his small house to pick up his new “daughter”.


“Oh my God, Daddy! It’s beautiful!” Michelle Trachtenberg squealed as she jumped up and down.

Since he was sticking around anyway, and with all the young girls he was still planning on having, Joe had decided he was going to need a bigger house. He beamed at his new “daughter”, “And that’s not all sweetie.”

“It’s not, Daddy?” Michelle looked up at her new “daddy”, grinning ear to ear.

“Nope. Check out the backyard.”

Michelle ran through the large living room to the kitchen and the sliding glass door leading outside and peered through it. “Oh my God! You got a pool!”

Joe sided up to his new daughter and placed a hand on her lower back, just above her tight jeans. “Yep. And a hot tub.” He began sliding his hand lower down Michelle’s back to her ass and cupped one of her plump ass-cheeks. As he imagined young, nubile girls prancing around his pool and hot tub he dipped his fingertips lower between her soft cleft.

Michelle purred as her new daddy stroked her tingling pussy and looked up at him, smiling seductively. “Mmmm. That has got to be the coolest back yard ever, Daddy.”

“Well I think so. Plus it’s going to have a pool house by next week.” Joe used his free hand to cup and gently squeeze Michelle’s small tits through her white T-shirt, his thumb sliding slowly over her hardening, ripe nipple.

“Oh, Daddy. What are we going to use the pool house for?”

“Maybe a little of this,” Joe whispered before kissing his daughter deeply, his tongue slipping past her pink lips and into her warm mouth. He squeezed her plump tit and ass more firmly before sliding his hands sensuously over the rest of her young body. Breaking the kiss he winked at Michelle. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got a surprise I want to show you.”

Michelle cupped her daddy’s hardening groin and giggled. “I don’t think it’s much of a surprise, Daddy. I’ve seen it before.”

Joe pulled away and released Michelle’s slender body. “That’s not the surprise, sweetie. Upstairs and last room on the right.”

Michelle gave her daddy a quizzical look before shrugging her slender shoulders and skipping off to the stairs. Joe grinned as he watched her tight ass swish back and forth up the stairs. She raced up ahead of him and began hurriedly taking off her shirt, thinking she already knew what the surprise would be.

Michelle ran topless into the room, her small tits jiggling and her nipples hard as little pebbles. Racing through the door way she suddenly stopped and shrieked, “Eeeeeee! OhmygodDaddy!”

Joe walked slowly up the hall and into the room, enjoying the sight of his daughter’s long, brown hair trailing down her nude back. His erection throbbed in his pants as she watched Michelle stare at her new bedroom in open-mouthed awe.

The room was in done in pinks and whites and rainbows. The walls were light pink with a slightly darker trim. The ceiling had fluffy pinkish clouds painted on it, dotted with light blue birds. The curtains were a white lace with pink blinds fluttering in the breeze of the open windows. In one corner of the room was a white vanity with dark pink stripes with a matching wardrobe in the opposite corner. Set off to the side of the room was a large, four posted bed covered in stuffed toys of all the characters that Joe knew Michelle liked. The last corner of the room was the pink doorway leading into a large walk-in closet.

Michelle clapped her hands in glee, grinning wildly and turning to face her daddy. “Oh, Daddy! I love it so much!”

Joe smiled down at his topless daughter and spread his arms. Michelle jumped forward giggling wildly and unconsciously rubbing her small tits and hard nipples across his shirt as she hugged him.

Michelle looked up at her daddy, a small look of concern crossing her angelic face. “Is it… is it all… for… for me? Cuz you’re not… I mean… we’re not…”

“Not officially Daddy and Daughter?”

Michelle buried her face into her unofficial father’s chest as she nodded her head yes and silently started to cry.

Joe wrapped his arms around the crying girl and ran his hands up and down the silky skin of her naked back. “Don’t worry about it, sweet-heart. All this is really yours.”

“But… but… we’re… you’re not… I’m not… I love you so much and you’re so much nicer than my real parents and you brought a new house so I could have a room and you bought me all this pretty stuff and I love you so much but… but… bu… bu…” Michelle sobbed in her unofficial daddy’s arms and her tender chest shuddered against his.

Joe squeezed Michelle tightly and patted her head. “I’m working on it, baby.”

Michelle turned up her tear streaked face. “R… really?”

“Yes, Michelle. It won’t be long now and we’ll be a real family.”

Michelle’s face lit up. “Really?! Yea, Daddy, yea!” Michelle hugged tighter to her soon-to-be Daddy, smashing her firm little tits against him while trying to jump up and down. “Yea, New Daddy! I love you soooooo much!”

Joe gently pushed Michelle a step away, running his hands down her chest to squeeze her delicate tits while circling her rosy nipples with his thumbs. A shudder ran through his daughter’s young body as he asked, “How much, sweetie?”

The topless young girl grinned as she dropped to her knees in front of her soon-to-be Daddy and began undoing his belt and pants. With practiced ease Michelle unbuckled and unfastened her daddy’s pants and belt and tugged them and his underwear down to the floor releasing his large, thick, hard cock. Since she had tasted the first drop of cum from him she had been hooked. She loved the taste of cum and would spend whole days just thinking about sucking cock and swallowing a thick, creamy load. At her biological parents house she would spent hours laying in her bed with her fingers playing between her slender legs, dreaming about the next time she would get to suck her soon-to-be daddy’s dick. She wanted to swallow his cum. She hungered for it to spill into her mouth and fill her belly. She needed it.

Michelle used one of her delicate hands to hold and squeeze her daddy’s cum filled ball sack and her other hand to grip him firmly at the base of his cock. She giggled to herself as she tried to get her slender fingers around the thick base and failed. Next she kissed the velvety cock-head, tasting the salty precum and licking her pink lips. She loved being her daddy’s cum slut.

Michelle ran her wet tongue around her daddy’s soft, warm cock-head and enjoyed the sound of him moaning in pleasure. She placed small kisses from the head of his cock over the top and down to the base and then ran her tongue from the bottom of the big vein and back up to the tip. She covered her daddy’s cock with her tongue, not missing an inch (and there were a lot of inches) as she also began to slowly jerk him off. Taking a deep breath that pushed her chest and tits out she opened her mouth wide and pushed her his thick dick into her hungry mouth.

Joe ran his fingers through his soon-to-be-official new daughter’s silky hair as she began sucking his cock. He really did love the girl in his own way. “And she’s such an amazing cock sucker,” he thought to himself. He grinned warmly as Michelle began bobbing her head back and forth slowly, taking his cock into her mouth. Every time his dick-head touched the back of his daughter’s throat he resisted the urge to just grip her head and thrust hard. “Don’t want to choke her. She’s still learning.” He did begin slowly rocking his hips back and forth to encourage her to try and take more of his length into her warm, wet mouth and throat.

Michelle tried to run her tongue alone the underside of her daddy’s dick as she sucked it like a lollypop but it was so big. His cock filled her sucking mouth almost completely and left her no room to use her tongue but she loved the feel of it in her. And the taste… Oh how much did she love the taste of his cock as it stretched her lips and slid over her tongue. He was so hard and thick and wonderful and tasted better than ice cream. She love the taste of her daddy’s dick. She began squeezing and massaging his large, heavy, cum filled balls and firmly jacking the base of his cock harder and faster. She wanted him to cum. She thirsted to taste his cum. She normally loved a long, slow blow-job but today she wanted to fill her mouth and belly. It had been days and days since the last time he had cum in her and now she hungered for it. She moaned in lust and bobbed her head faster and faster, cramming the hard pole into her mouth.

Joe stared down at his lust addled daughter. She wasn’t paying any attention to him, just his cock and even with a face filled with dick she looked so damn innocent. Maybe even cuter just because she had his dick in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out with every suck, her tongue twirled around his cock head as she pulled back and every time she pushed her head forward to swallow his meat again she moaned out in lust and it vibrated over his length. She moaned not just for the vibrations but because she was just so turned on to be sucking a dick. He loved her for her enthusiasm. “Oh God, baby. You are the best little cock sucker a father could hope for.”

Michelle looked up at her daddy’s face and tried to smile around the giant cock in her mouth, her wide eyes filled with lust and affection. She tried to mumble “Thank you, Daddy" without taking the dick out of her mouth or stopping her head bobbing but is just came out as garbled gibberish.

“Heh,” Joe chuckled. “You’re so silly, baby," he beamed down at his daughter as she continued sucking him off.

“Murgh flurb agh rah miffholl…” Michelle gurgled around her face full of dick. “Arghur allssh wegulg…" she continued joking around with his dick in her mouth, her eyes filled with a childish mirth. She didn’t even miss a stroke. “Gurgld blerah ablubm…" and suddenly the head of her daddy’s cock-head slid into her tight, clutching throat.

Joe gripped the back of Michelle’s head and pushed forward. “Oh Fuck, Michelle! Swallow. Swallow it. Fuck, Michelle, swallow your daddy’s dick.” He didn’t mean to hurt his daughter but the feeling of his cock sliding past her lips, over her tongue and into her grasping throat was too much.

“Gggglee… gurg… ggglurg…” Michelle couldn’t even gasp, her air was cut off by the large dick sliding down her throat. Her reflexes took over and she kept trying to swallow the large tube of meat gagging her. She released her grip on her daddy’s balls and cock-shaft and used her hands to brace herself with his hips and kept trying to gulp down his dick.

“Fuck, Michelle! Fuck yes!” Joe yelled out as he came, his thick cum erupting out of his dick head and shooting straight down his young daughter’s slender throat. “Fuck, baby. Oh fuck you’re deep-throating me. Fuck, you feel so good!” Joe shuddered as he continued shooting load after load of hot cum into her clutching throat, draining his balls.

Realizing he was suffocating her Joe quickly pulled his softening dick out of Michelle’s mouth and bent down to her. Tears filled her wide eyes as she coughed and hacked. “Oh shit, baby. I am so sorry. Oh baby, are you ok?”

Michelle fell forward on her hands and coughed and hacked more, trying to fill her lungs with air. Her daddy bent over her and put his arm soothingly around her naked torso and used his free hand to lovingly pull her long hair away from her red face.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m so, so sorry, baby. When you swallowed my dick I lost control. I’m so sorry, baby.” Joe was on the verge of tears. Normally he lost all interest in a girl immediately after shooting his load but now he was feeling an actual connection to the sweet, topless girl. “It’s ok, baby. Shhhh. It’ll be ok.”

Michelle rubbed her sore throat and slowly sat up on her knees. By now she was breathing deeply with only a occasional cough that caused a small ripple to course through her small tits. “It’s… (ack cough) it’s ok Dad… (cough) Daddy. I wasn’t paying attention. (ack)I’m ok now. (cough cough)"

“That’s ok, honey,” Joe said soothingly. “That’s no excuse for my losing control like that.”

“No Daddy. It’s ok.” Michelle turned her tear streaked face to her daddy, her tears causing her eyes to twinkle. “I’ve been wanting to learn to deep throat you. I really, really wanted to. I just wasn’t paying attention.”

“Well, regardless. That’s no excuse for my behavior. But you did do really, really well.” Joe smiled as he patted his daughters naked back. “That felt amazing.”

“Really?” Michelle’s eyes were wide as she smiled. “I did it right?”

“Well, yes. But still. I’d never want to hurt you like that. We could have practiced more before trying.” Joe stroked Michelle’s back with one hand and her soft tummy with the other.

A mischievous light twinkled in Michelle’s eye. “So… I guess that means you have to make it up to me then.”

“Anything, baby,” Joe said and was amazed that he actually meant it.

Michelle playfully slapped her slender thighs and sat straight up, a look of seriousness covering her face. “First…”

“First?” Joe cocked an eyebrow.

“Yep. First. I think you owe me times two,” Michelle said sternly yet playfully, holding up two fingers.

The corners of Joe’s mouth twitched as he tried not to smile. “What makes you say I owe you for two?”

Michelle also tried to keep a straight face. “Well firstly for almost strangling me with your big ‘ol, giant dick. It’s a monster and I could have died. Killed by my own Daddy’s giant prick suffocating me to death. ‘Young girl killed by giant penis,’ the news would have said. It’d have been terrible. Just try and think about your eulogy to me. ‘Here lies my daughter Michelle. Dead because I have a giant anaconda penis.’ You would have sounded silly.”

Joe nearly chocked himself trying not to laugh. “Hmmm. Yes, you’re right. And then animal control would have had to get rid of my ‘anaconda penis’.”

“Well of course. You’re obviously not a responsible anaconda owner. What with it strangling your daughter and all.” Somehow Michelle kept her serious face firmly in place.


“Probably have to put it in a zoo somewhere. Poor anaconda penis, stuck in a glass cage with rude children tapping on the glass and everything.” Michelle lovingly patted her daddy’s soft, spit wet prick. “Poor, poor anaconda penis.”

Uncle Joe reached up with one hand a stroked one of Michelle’s small, soft tits. “Poor anaconda penis. Ok, agreed. Thank you for surviving so nobody will have to put my anaconda penis in a zoo somewhere.”

Michelle lightly gripped her daddy’s dick and softly stroked it. “No problem, Daddy. You’re welcome.”

Joe’s serious face began to crack. “And the second?”

Michelle’s serious face broke completely as she grinned at her daddy and gripped his dick more firmly. “You came down my throat. I never got to taste your cum.”

Joe grinned to himself as he used both hands to stroke Michelle’s young tits. “Heaven forbid.”

“Yep. That’s two.” Michelle flashed two fingers in front of her daddy’s face.

Joe bent forward and lapped at his daughter’s hard, little nipples. “And how shall I make these two things up to you?”

“Mmm… First, a puppy.” Michelle continued to jack her father’s prick with one hand and used her free had to hold him to her chest.

“Shuulp. After you move in.” Joe began nipping at the tender, young flesh.

“Ooohhh… agreed,” Michelle purred.

“And the second?” Joe mumbled around a face full of teenage tit.

“Help me christen my bed. Fuck me, Daddy.”

Joe sat up straighter, Michelle’s tender young chest covered in his saliva. “Anytime, baby.”

Joe picked up his daughter and laid her on her teen-dream bed and removed her pants. Michelle used her burgeoning cock swallowing skills to get him hard again and then they spent the evening breaking in her new bed.


Kaley Cuoco approached the first house of her day. She took a moment to adjust her Girl Scout uniform: White sneakers with pink strings, frilly green socks to match her green button-up shirt one size to small just like the manual said, her large D-cup breasts stretching the shirt and creating little gaps between the buttons and showing off tantalizing glimpses of bare skin, her tan overalls with straps over each shoulder that came below and under her impressive chest that ended in a short skirt that barely covered her matching green thong, and her green beret over her golden hair that spilled free over her shoulders and framed her angelic face.

Kaley knocked on the door, her braless breasts jiggling in her shirt, and patiently waited with an innocent smile on her face. The young girl only had to wait a few moments before the door opened and she greeted her customer, “Hi, Mr. Nelson. Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?”

The older gentleman looked down at the sweet, teenage girl. “Well, well, well. That time again is it?”

“Yep. Would you like some cookies?”

The local chapter of the Girl Scouts had a system worked out with the school cheerleaders. Each team sold their wares every 4 months throughout the year with 2 months between each event. If one team was selling in April than the other team went out in June while the first team waited until August to start again. The each had special sales they did all year long but these were each of their 2 biggest events. The Girl Scouts had cookie and food sales during the Spring and Summer months and house cleaning in the Fall and Winter. Meanwhile the cheerleaders had car washes during the Spring and Summer months and baby-sitting during the Fall and Winter. Everybody wins.

“Well well, little Miss. What are you selling this time?” the older man asked while patting his stomach with one hand and running his other hand through his salt and pepper hair.

Kaley beamed up at the much older Mr. Nelson. “This time I’m selling the Thin Mints with squad A.” She stood up quickly on her tip-toes and then back down on her heels causing her unencumbered tits to jiggle underneath her tight shirt.

“Hmmm…” Mr. Nelson pretended to wonder as he stroked his stubbly beard. “What if I want the coconut ones tho’?”

Kaley ran her hands over her lush body, pretending to straighten her uniform. “That’s squad C. I’ll have to go back and tell them to send another girl. ‘Course you’ll have to wait all the way ‘til tomorrow if you don’t want my cookies. Plus this time we’re running a special. One box for 35 dollars or 2 boxes for 60.”

“Well, I only have enough for one box today. So how about you and the other girl come by next week too?” Mr. Nelson said as he licked his dry lips and ogled the young girl.

“Sure can do, Mr. Nelson. And you said you only wanted one box today?”

Mr. Nelson stood back and opened his front door wide. “Sure thing. Come on in. I was just finishing lunch and could use a quick box of cookies.”

Kaley cocked a quizzical eyebrow as she peeked her head through the doorway. “Your wife’s not home this time, is she?”

“No, no sweetie. Not this time,” the older man answered as Kaley stepped inside. “I guess she doesn’t appreciate anyone else’s cookies, does she?”

Kaley looked around a bit before deciding it was safe. “Nope. Where ya want your cookies, Mr. Nelson?”

Mr. Nelson walked past Kaley and began unbuttoning his pants. “Right in the living room. I was watching TV while eating lunch.”

Kaley followed Mr. Nelson into the living room as he pulled his pants down to his thighs and sat on the couch. He motioned Kaley to sit next to him. “Have a seat, little lady.”

Kaley sat down next to the older man and their faces met as they softly kissed. Mr. Nelson’s tongue then quickly parted Kaley’s lips and slid into her warm mouth. His tongue caressed her tongue as they kissed and the young girl moaned appreciatively. She slid her hand onto his lap and softly gripped his hardening cock as he reached over and began massaging her large, soft tits. He would grip and squeeze one large tit before pinching her hard nipple through her shirt and switching to the other tit. Her expert hand quickly got his cock hard and she began firmly rubbing it up and down.

“Mmmmm, baby. You got expert hands,” Mr. Nelson smiled after breaking the kiss and smacking his lips. “Yes sir’re. Downright expert hands.”

Mr. Nelson relaxed back on the couch, keeping one arm wrapped around Kaley’s body and squeezing her large tit. “Thanks, Mr. Nelson,” she responded as she used one hand to jack his cock and her other hand to massage his balls. “My scout leader, Mr. Thompson, has us practice lots.”

Mr. Nelson gave a appreciative squeeze to Kaley’s tit. “Well it sure does show, lil’ missy.”

Kaley beamed at Mr. Nelson in pride. “Thanks, Mr. Nelson. Sure you don’t wanna buy more cookies today?” she asked as she used the pre-cum gathering at the tip of his throbbing dick to rub her hand over his cock head.

Mr. Nelson gave a hard squeeze to Kaley’s firm tit and caused her to coo. “Oh, I wish sweetie. But next week, I promise.”

“Well, if you’re sure.” Kaley said as she leaned in and began kissing the older man on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth and enjoying the way his stubble rubbed against her face. She began working the thick staff more firmly as she rubbed up and down. Her other hand rolled and massaged his cum heavy balls and she squeezed them more firmly. She added a slow roll to her wrist as she jacked on the hard prick filling her hand just like she’d been taught. Not too fast and not to slow.

Kaley nuzzled Mr. Nelson’s neck and after another 5 minutes of her heavenly hand-job he felt himself about to burst. “Oh sweetie. So good, baby. So fucking good,” he panted. “I’m about to pop, sweetie.”

Kaley grinned. “Napkin?”

“Yeah, honey,” Mr. Nelson panted out as she threw his lunch napkin at the young Girl Scout. At nearly the instant Kaley got the napkin in place he closed his eyes and came. “Fuck, sweetie. Oh Jesus. That’s so fucking good, you sweet little slut.”

Kaley milked every last drop of hot cum out of the older man’s prick, working the shaft to draw out every little bit. “All good, Mr. Nelson?”

“Oh, it sure is, honey. So very good,” the satisfied man said as he opened his eyes and looked down at Kaley. “Oh no, honey. I got some cum on your dress.”

Kaley wiped her hands down and looked at the drop of cum on her dress and with a devilish gleam in her eye she scooped it up with a finger and popped it into her mouth. “Yummmm. We’ll just call that a sample of next week,” Kaley said with a grin.

The satisfied, older man gave Kaley’s tits one last playful squeeze and a quick swat on her plump ass as he walked her out of the door. Kaley skipped down the sidewalk, giving quick glimpses of her under swell of her ass-cheeks as she made her way to her next house.


No one answered the next two doors but she wasn’t worried, she had all month after all and found herself at Mrs. Ann’s house. Mrs. Ann was a very good customer who ordered 2 boxes of cookies every week. She was a much older woman in her 50’s but still had a good body and mostly silver hair. When she was let into the house she and Mrs. Ann made out on the older woman’s stair case, her knowledgeable hands drawing needing gasps and moans from Kaley and the beautiful Girl Scout was almost ready to give Mrs. Ann free cookies before they stopped and made their way upstairs to the bedroom.

Kaley took her beret and shoes off and laid down on the be bed and watched Mrs. Ann take off her pants and panties. Mrs. Ann slowly crawled over Kaley’s prone, young body giving quick pecks and licks on Kaley’s calves, then knees, then the insides of her thighs. When she reached Kaley’s impressive chest she gave the young girl’s tits a hard squeeze and licked her hard nipples through her uniform. When she reached Kaley’s pink lips she gave a quick peck before straddling her face.

Kaley licked her lips as Mrs. Ann slowly lowered her already wet pussy onto her mouth. Mrs. Ann’s pussy felt warm and soft on her mouth and she licked the woman’s glistening lips, loving the tangy taste of her juices. Kaley wrapped her arms over Mrs. Ann’s tan thighs and gripped her firm ass-cheeks and then slowly began licking her customer’s wet cunt.

“Mmmm… Yeah. Do it, little girl. Lick my pussy,” Mrs. Ann moaned. “You like that, don’t you? You like my pussy, don’t you?” She gripped Kaley’s blonde hair, keeping the young girl’s head in place underneath her wet cunt. She humped against Kaley’s face, staring down into the teenager’s blue eyes as the young girl tongue-fucked her. She needed this. She’d been waiting all week for it. The feel of a young girl’s tongue buried deep in her pussy. She loved her husband but nothing could replace the feel of a teenage girl’s wet tongue.

Kaley enthusiastically lapped, licked and sucked away at Mrs. Ann’s hot pussy. She wished Mrs. Ann would buy more cookies but all the older woman ever wanted was a quick ride. She ran her tongue up Mrs. Ann’s lust swollen labia and circled her hard clit and caused the woman to moan out and grip her hair harder. “She’s about to pop already,” Kaley thought.

Mrs. Ann squeezed her thighs harder, holding Kaley’s angelic face in place as she prepared to cum. She felt the young girl grip her ass tighter and then Kaley thrust her tongue deep into her wet pussy. “Oh Fuck! I Fucking Love The Girl Scouts!” she yelled at the top of her lungs as she came.

Kaley sucked and lapped as hard and fast as she could, not wanting to miss a drop of Mrs. Ann’s gushing juices. “A good Girl Scout always swallows.” Mr. Thompson had told his troops. Plus it kept them from getting stains on their uniforms.

Mrs. Ann smiled down at Kaley as she climbed off her face and collapsed on her side next to the young girl. “Wow, Kaley. You sure are something special ” she grinned at the young girl.

“Thanks, Mrs. Ann. I’ll bring your cookies by tomorrow then.” Kaley stood up, straightening her uniform before waving and turning to leave.

Mrs. Ann sat up quickly, “Wait, Kaley, wait. Hold on a sec.”

“What is it, Mrs. Ann?”

“Well… I don’t usually do this. Normally it’s just two boxes a week. But… well…” Mrs. Ann looked down sheepishly at her naked lap.

A look of concern spread across Kaley’s face. “What is it, Mrs. Ann? I’ll do anything for a customer. You know that. Last spring I did naked yoga for Mr. Tyler and we don’t even sell cookies for that.”

“Well, sweetie… for an extra 20 dollars could I… well… see you and taste you real quick. I mean, your little pussy. I’d love to taste it. Just real quick.” A blush burned across Mrs. Ann’s face. There was just something about Kaley that made her feel like a nervous schoolgirl.

Kaley chewed her lips as she thought it over. “I don’t know… That’s not… well that’s usually 4 boxes.”

“No, no sweetie,” Mrs. Ann hurriedly interrupted Kaley’s train of thought. “I just… well, me and my husband were deciding about buying 4 boxes each from you next week and I was nervous. So I was hoping that just a quick peek would help me out. You know?” Mrs. Ann stared hopefully at Kaley.

“8 boxes!? Wow!” Kaley thought, trying to keep the excitement out of her eyes. She’d been trying to get Mrs. Ann to buy more than 2 boxes for years and now she and her husband wanted 8! “Well, I guess. If it helps you decide.” Kaley reached under her short shirt and pulled down her wet thong. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it up slowly to show the older woman her wet, hairless, little pussy.

“Oh my…" Mrs. Ann cooed. “You have the most adorable little pussy, Kaley.”

Kaley blushed. “Thank you, Mrs. Ann.”

“You look absolutely delicious.” Mrs. Ann reached her arm out and slowly traced Kaley’s wet cleft with her fingertips. “And so wet. Kaley, are you usually this wet?”

Kaley began panting as her customer inspected her pretty, pink pussy. “Y… yes, Mrs. Ann. I’ve been trying to get you to buy more boxes for ages.”

Mrs. Ann placed her middle finger at the entrance to Kaley’s gushing cunt and slowly began to push inside of her. “I had no idea. So tight and wet. Oh, Kaley. They need to have a picture of your little pussy on the boxes, not of those cookies. You’d sell a hundred in a day.” She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting the young girl.

Kaley shuddered in pleasure, “T… tha… thank you, Mrs… Mrs. Ann.” Her knees suddenly became week as Mrs. Ann’s finger slid over her G-spot.

“Would you like me to make you cum, dearie?” Mrs. Ann whispered.

“We… I’m not… not without selling you the… cook… cookies, Mrs. Ann.” Kaley was very nearly about to collapse. Her thighs twitched and her chest heaved, pushing out her tits and straining her shirt.

Mrs. Ann licked her lips hungrily. “Of course not, sweetie.” She began pulling her finger out of the young Girl Scout’s drooling pussy. “To bad.” Mrs. Ann held her hand up to her face, staring at the young girl’s juices as Kaley regained her breath. She slid her finger into her mouth and tasted Kaley’s pussy on her finger. Her eyes shot wide open in amazement. “I’ve never…" she couldn’t even finish her thought. “Kaley, honey. You are absolutely the most delicious little girl ever.”

Kaley smiled wide as she began pulling up her thong. “Thank you, Mrs. Ann."

"Next week, Kaley. Next week. Get here early because you’ll be staying late.” Mrs. Ann trembled at the thought of every deprived thing she was going to do to the girl.

Kaley clapped her hands together enthusiastically and jumped up and down with joy. “Oh goodie, Mrs. Ann! I’ll see you and Mr. Ann bright early next week,” and with that she skipped out of the room.


Kaley’s next house was the Tylers. Mrs. Tyler had the kids at her parents’ house and she found Mr. Tyler out back in his garage. He was a pretty easy sell since he always started out with at least 3 boxes. Kaley could hear 80’s classic rock coming from the garage so she walked into his backyard and knocked loudly on the side door.

“Dammit, Julie.” Kaley could hear Mr. Tyler yelling. “What’d ya forget this time?” Mr. Tyler opened the door and saw Kaley standing there with her hands clasped behind her back, pushing out her impressive chest. “Oh, Kaley. It’s you.”

Kaley waved enthusiastically and smiled. “Hi, Mr. Tyler. Wanna buy some Girl Scout cookies?” She already knew the answer. Every day a new girl went to every house and everyday Mr. Tyler bought at least 3 boxes from every girl.

“Well, Kaley Cuoco. My favorite Girl Scout. Come in, come in.” Mr. Tyler held the door open and waved Kaley in. As she walked past him he kept his eyes locked onto her plump ass. “First day of cookies sale?”

“Yes sir.” Kaley bent over slightly at the waist, pretending to straighten her socks and giving Mr. Tyler a glimpse of her thong.

Mr. Tyler could feel himself already hardening. “Well how ‘bout that.”

Kaley quickly spun back around to face the greasy Mr. Tyler, making sure her firm tits jiggled around in her tight shirt. “So? You wanna buy some?”

Mr. Tyler scratched his chin, pretending to think it over. “Well, I don’t know. I spent all day working on my old corvette here. Had it since high school.” He walked over to his old car and patted the hood. “Takes a lotta money to up keep, y’know.”

Kaley skipped over to the other side of the car, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her tight shirt. When she bent over to pretend to look at the engine her firm, ripe tits nearly fell out of the over-stretched material. “Sure looks impressive, Mr. Tyler.”

“Hmmm…" Mr. Tyler moaned as he stared at the young girl’s impressive cleavage.

Kaley looked over the top of the engine at the amateur mechanic with a devilish gleam in her eye. “Sure there’s nothing I can do to…” she ran her finger tips over the tops of her breasts, “…change your mind?”

Mr. Tyler smiled at the young minx. “Tell you what. Why don’t you go stand in front of the car there,” Mr. Tyler pointed to the middle of the garage. As Kaley made her way he sat down in the driver’s seat and turned on his headlights, showcasing the young girl. He popped a cassette into the car’s stereo. “Now why don’t you try to convince me to buy what you’re sellin’?”

Kaley suppressed her laughter. It was the same thing, every time. “She’s My Cherry Pie" came blaring out of the old corvette’s speakers as Mr. Tyler sat behind the driver’s seat, unfastening his pants. She rocked her hips back and forth as she ran her fingers through her hair and took off her beret, tossing it aside. She turned around and thrust her ass out, giving him a glimpse of the under swell of her ass-cheeks as she unclasped her over-alls and dropped her skirt. Her thong disappeared between her luscious ass-cheeks as she bent over at the waist, showing him her small, barely covered pussy as she ran her hands up her legs. She looked over her shoulder at her customer and smiled seductively as she stood back up slowly.

Kaley turned around, facing Mr. Tyler, as she unbuttoned her shirt slowly, revealing her tan cleavage as she danced around seductively. With her shirt completely unbuttoned she cocked her hips and let her small shirt slowly slide off her shoulders. With a practiced shrug the shirt fell off completely and exposed her large, tan D-cup tits capped with hard, pink nipples. She brought her hands up to cup her large orbs, pursing her lips and pinching her nipples, never losing the beat of the song. She pranced around topless, letting her tits jiggle and sway on her chest as the older man licked his lips in anticipation.

The young Girl Scout turned around facing away from Mr. Tyler and used her thumbs to hook the elastic bands of her thong. Keeping time to the music she slowly pulled the small bit of material down her legs, exposing her firm ass to her customer. She pranced back and forth, giving the amateur auto mechanic plenty of time to stare at her naked ass-cheeks as she slapped first one cheek and then the other but with their natural firmness her flesh barely rippled.

Cupping her hairless pussy Kaley turned back to Mr. Tyler, keeping him from seeing her completely yet. She pretended to masturbate and stared at the much older and horny man with a look of lust. Slowly she removed her hand, letting the older man finally see her wet, gleaming, hairless cunt.

Mr. Tyler suddenly blared the horn before shouting out, “Aw shit honey! I’m convinced. Get in her.”

Kaley sauntered over to the passenger side and quickly got it. Mr. Tyler had already pulled down his pants to his ankles and was holding his throbbing erection in his head. “So 3 boxes then?” Kaley giggled.

“A show and a blow-job? Shit yeah!” Mr. Tyler gripped the back of Kaley’s head and guided her face to his lap.

Kaley gripped the base of Mr. Tyler’s hard cock and began licking it from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around his throbbing cock-head before licking back down.

“Oh fuck, baby. I’m too worked up for preliminaries. Just suck it,” Mr. Tyler gasped out in frustration, desperate to cum.

“Yes sir,” Kaley said with pride, proud of the fact that her strip tease had worked her customer up so much. She was very mindful to take her job as a Girl Scout very serious. She placed Mr. Tyler’s plump dick-head into her mouth swirling her tongue around it before sliding it deeper into her mouth. She was kneeling over in her seat and felt him trace his way down her back to her ass. He slid his finger between her firm ass-cheeks and over her puckered hole, sending a shiver down her spine. She moaned out and began bobbing her face up and down faster and sucking hard.

Mr. Tyler reached Kaley’s pussy and began sliding one of his fingers in. “Oh fuck, babe. You are so wet and soooo fucking tight.” The young girl moaned in appreciation as he started to finger-bang her. She reached down and cupped his balls as she sucked his cock faster and harder. “Fuck yeah. Suck it. Suck that fucking cock!”

Kaley bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could and thrust her drooling pussy back onto the older man’s probing fingers. “God I wish he’d buy another box,” she desperately thought.

Mr. Tyler pushed a second finger into Kaley’s wet twat and slid his thumb across her asshole, causing the young girl to shudder. “Fuck, you are so fucking tight!” he gasped out as his favorite Girl Scout rubbed her tongue across his dick-head. “So fucking tight and wet.”

Kaley gripped Mr. Tyler’s balls more firmly as she jacked the base of his prick. She kept thrusting herself back onto his hand and moaning, letting him know she was enjoying his fingers inside of her.

“Aargh! Fuck it!” Mr. Tyler yelled, pulling Kaley off his cock by her hair. “Four boxes. Back seat. Now!”

Kaley smiled and quickly crawled between the front seats and into the back as Mr. Tyler followed, pulling his clothes the rest of the way off. When she reached the back seat she laid down and spread her toned and tanned legs wide.

Mr. Tyler quickly got himself into position and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Kaley’s tiny pussy. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna rock you like a hurricane.” He’d had Kaley before and knew how tight her pussy felt. It was amazing. Easily the tightest little cunt he’d ever had wrapped around his cock. He pushed in slow, giving her time to stretch around his length and watched her large tits rise and fall on her chest. He bent down and sucked a plump nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. He abandoned any attempt at technique, he just needed into her body. Needed to feel ever tan inch of her luscious form.

“ohgodohgodohgodohgod…” Kaley chanted as the older man penetrated her, living out some old adolescent fantasy of his left over from his high school days. A firm, fresh, young girl hungry for his cock in the back of his car. “Oh fuck me, Mr. Tyler. Fuck me like a hurricane. Eye of the tiger. Shake me all night long. Pour your sugar on me. Cum, on feel the noise. Just Fuck Me!”

As Mr. Tyler bottomed out inside of Kaley he released his mouth’s hold on her tit and looked up at her with a meaningful smile in his eyes. “You are such a precious little girl for helping this old man live out his fantasy.”

Kaley kissed Mr. Tyler deeply. “My pleasure, Mr. Tyler. Girl Scouts are supposed to help out whenever they can,” she said as she smiled, meaning every word.

The older man smiled quickly and then went back to nursing at Kaley’s tits, enjoying the feel of her writhing underneath him. Slowly he drew his dick out and mumbled around his face full of young, tan tit, “Here we go, baby.” Suddenly he slammed into Kaley’s pussy, jack-hammering away as she screamed out.

“Fuuuuuccckkkkkk!!!!! Oh Fuck, Mr. Tyler! Fuuuucckkk Mmmeeeee!” Kaley yelled out as Mr. Tyler pummeled away inside of her. She could feel her juices squeezed out of her as he filled her, nearly violently, with thick inch after thick inch of his hard dick again and again.

Mr. Tyler grunted with every rapid fire thrust of his cock, burning with the need to cum, to fill Kaley’s tight little pussy. He’d never had a tighter pussy and he loved the way it gripped and squeezed his cock.

Kaley thrust her drooling pussy up to try and meet each of Mr. Tyler’s rapid fire thrusts but he was moving too fast for her to match his speed. She wrapped her legs around his clenching ass-cheeks as she gripped his forearms to brace herself. Her head was knocking against the interior of the side of the car but she didn’t care, all that mattered to her was the feel of his thick cock penetrating her again and again, filling her, stretching her. She laid there motionless, just accepting his cock pistoning in and out, moaning as she climbed closer and closer to orgasm.

With one final thrust Mr. Tyler buried himself completely inside of Kaley’s young body and came, shooting load after thick, sticky load into her tiny pussy and grinding himself against her hot groin.

As Mr. Tyler came like a fire hose inside of her, Kaley’s own orgasm tore through her as she grinded her sizzling clit against him. “Oh Godddd!” she yelled as her pussy clamped down on his prick and began practically drawing out his hot cum.

The couple lay together panting and enjoying the after-glow of their orgasms for several minutes before Mr. Tyler sat up. His spent cock slid easily out of Kaley’s well fucked pussy and their mixed juices dripped out of her and onto the upholstery of the corvette.

“Oh fuck, Kaley. It’s been too long since your last batch of cookies,” Mr. Tyler said as he playfully palmed one of Kaley’s large tits and squeezed the warm flesh. “You’re gonna have to start coming around more often.”

Kaley continued to lay flat on her back and pant in orgasmic bliss. “Mmmmmm. Only a few more weeks to go, Mr. Tyler. Sorry,” she grinned as her body continued to twitch.

“You’ll be back next week ‘tho, right?” Mr. Tyler asked as he helped Kaley to sit up.

“Sure thing.” Kaley sat up with a dopy smile on her face as she continued to try and catch her breath.

“Well, good. My wife should be back by then and you know how much she likes your cookies.” Mr. Tyler affectionately patted Kaley’s toned thigh before crawling out of the car. He gathered his clothes up and then started looking for Kaley’s.

Kaley slowly climbed out of the car and made her way over to Mr. Tyler, her large tits gleaming with sweat and Mr. Tyler’s saliva and jiggling with each step. “Oh goodie, Mr. Tyler. Hopefully I’ll make enough selling cookies to win the trip this year.”

Mr. Tyler gave Kaley a wet washcloth and a towel to clean herself up with and then watched her dress. “Where ya going this year, anyway?”

Kaley shimmied into her tight clothes. “Bangkok. Mr. Thompson says there are some Asian business men who are really interested in the Girl Scouts. So he’s going to introduce them to the winners. He says he’s taking the top 5 girls who sell the most cookies to meet the 20 business men.

Mr. Tyler gave Kaley a playful swat on her thick ass as he walked her to the door, not even bothering to put his clothes on. “You’ll do fine. Don’t you worry. Hey, who’s coming by tomorrow?”

A worried look crossed Kaley’s face. “Um, squad B. I think it’s Vanessa Hudgens.”

Mr. Tyler saw the concerned look on Kaley’s face. “Don’t worry sweetie. Your cookies are the best. No way am I buying more than 3 boxes from Vanessa.”

“Good, cuz she cheats,” Kaley blurted out.

Mr. Tyler kissed the frown line between Kaley’s eyes. “It’s ok, honey. If you think you’re falling behind, just tell me. I’ll take you to work with me and you can sell cookies there. Just don’t tell anyone or I’ll have to do it for all the girls.”

Kaley beamed up at Mr. Tyler. “Oh thank you, Mr. Tyler. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” Kaley skipped off out of the garage, sure she was going to win this year.

To be continued…

Celebrity Stories

Thu, 05 Oct 2017 10:45:05 UTC

Gotham: A Port In The Storm

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own Gotham or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Code: M/ff, f/f, First time

Cat and Ivy
By Muhabba

On a dark and stormy night in a back alley of Gotham City, a small red haired girl with a green and black, dingy sweater stood in the pouring rain. Her stringy hair hung flat against her head as she tried to blink the water out from her eyes, her arms wrapped around her chest as she struggled to stay warm and wait. Suddenly, quietly, a boarded up door opened slightly and the head of another girl poked out. She was wearing a black knit beanie, her wavy brown hair plastered to her face. She slipped out of the door and walked over to her friend.

“Sorry, Ivy, place it full of drunks,” Selena said, wiping her wavy brown hair out of her eyes.

“We’re all wet and cold, Cat,” Ivy said in her usual flat toned voice but with a small shiver.

Selena looked around the alley, not really looking for anything in particular just not wanting to look at her friend shivering in the cold. Her wide eyes crawled over the water stained brick and concrete of the dirty ally before turning back to Ivy. “I know, Ivy, but all my hidey holes are all filled up. I can’t think of where else to go,” the young teenage girl said solemnly.

The equally young red-haired girl shivered again and tightened her arms holding herself. “Wh… What about your friend. The boy,” she asked, her pinks lips trembling.

Selena looked at her pitiful friend shivering in the cold. “No way. I’m not asking Bruce,” she said defiantly, “Besides, he lives all the way out of town and we’d probably drown before we even got there.”

“So where?” Ivy asked with a whimper.

Selena looked around again and then back to Ivy. She took a deep breath and shrugged her slender shoulders in defeat. If she had been on her own she would have just toughed it out in the rain but with Ivy, well, she had to look out after Ivy. “I think I might now a place,” she said with resignation.

Twenty minutes later the two young girls were dripping wet as they stood in front of an apartment door. The apartment building was in one of the more upscale neighborhoods in Gotham and therefore Selena wasn’t usually welcomed by the upper crust people living there but fortunately she knew more than one way to get to where she needed to go.

Ivy looked around the long, well lit hallway gleaming with faux gold and varnished wood. She was still shivering inside of her wet clothes, a puddle of water forming on the floor around her and Cat. "I don’t think we belong here," she said in he usually strange, flat voice, "Are we going to get caught?"

"I’ve been here a few times, we’ll be safe," Selena assured her friend as she worked up the nerve to knock on the door. "I’ve got, well, a friend I guess, who lets me crash here sometimes when the heat’s on," she admitted.

"Or the rain," Ivy said offhandedly, still looking around before turning back to Cat. "So why didn’t we just come here in the first place?" she asked with a shudder from inside of her dripping clothes.

"He always charges," Selena said frankly before raising her dainty fist to knock.

Suddenly before she could knock, the door to the apartment opened to reveal a old, pudgy gentleman with a large, bushy mustache as well as a stout gut. He was bald on top with bright white, thinning hair on the sides of his head. He was dressed in silk pajamas underneath a flannel, well worn robe and looked down at the two shivering girls with large, kindly eyes. "What’s all the ruckus…?" he began before recognizing Selena, "My dear girl. It’s you."

Selena smiled awkwardly as she waved at the much older man. "Heya, Foster, how’s it goin’?" she asked while trying to appear cool and collected.

Foster smiled warmly down at the young, shivering girl. "My dear, it’s been months. I thought you disappeared long ago," he said, nearly clapping his hands in joy. "And I see you brought a friend," he added as his eyes fell on the shivering red-haired girl.

Selena shuffled her feet awkwardly before answering. "Yeah, ah… this is Ivy," she said with a awkward wave of her hand, "We were… ah, I mean I was… um, I was needing a place to crash for the night and I thought…"

"Say no more," Foster interrupted with a giggle as he clapped his hands merrily, "My bed is always open to you."

Selena looked over at Ivy from the corner of her eye but her friend seemed oblivious to what the older man had said. "And, uh… Ivy, my friend, ah…" she stammered.

"Say no more, say no more," Foster interrupted happily.

"I’ll pay double…" Selena blurted out quickly.

Foster looked over both young, wet, shivering girls before answering. "I’m afraid the price will always be the same, my dear," he told Selena solemnly, "But if your friend isn’t interested in paying…"

"No, no, no, she’ll pay. I just thought…"

"I have no interest in blackmail, little kitten," Foster said, "But the price is the same. Have I ever forced anything on you?"

Selena hung her head low in defeat. "No, I guess not," she said in surrender.

Foster clapped his hands merrily again. "Excellent, excellent," he said as he opened his door, "Come in, come in."

Selena shuffled into the apartment first, holding Ivy’s hand possessively. The large apartment was filled with gleaming hardwood, comfortable looking overstuffed furniture, and quite a few lace doilies. Ivy looked around, still shivering, at Foster’s living room as the older man walked briskly away. He returned after only a few moments with a pair of towels and a laundry basket.

"Here you go," Foster said as he handed the girls the towels, "Get your clothes off and I’ll wash them. You can wrap these around you."

Ivy looked over at Cat. "He wants us to change here?"

"Well, you can’t very well track water and mud everywhere can you?" he said with a warm, wide smile.

"It’ll be okay, Ivy," Selena reassured her friend before sliding her beanie off and tossing it into the basket. It was true what Foster had said, he’d never forced himself on her and she believed that he wouldn’t force himself on Ivy and if she’d been here by herself she’d have no problem paying for just herself but she had to take care of Ivy. She slipped her leather jacket off and Foster hung it up for her before turning back to watch them undress. She didn’t know how to break the price to Ivy and couldn’t bring herself to just blurt it out so, as she kicked off her boots, she decided to just wait and see how Ivy would react.

As Ivy watched her friend undress she shrugged her shoulders and began to do the same. She kicked her sneakers off before sitting down on the floor and peeling her one sock off before throwing it and then the other in the basket. When she stood back up, Cat was just taking her dripping top off so she did the same. Both girls threw their tops into the basket together before starting to undo their pants.

Foster licked his lips as the two young girls stripped topless together. Selena’s small, mosquito bump breasts were still so small since the last time he had seen her and her dark pink nipples were rock hard due to the cold. The other girl’s breasts, Ivy, were only slightly bigger, barely large enough for a training bra and jiggled slightly as she began unfastening her pants. The red-haired girl’s nipples were a light, pale pink, nearly the same color as her pale flesh and were, of course, hard as pebbles as well due to the freezing cold rain she had come in from.

Out of the corner of her eye, Selena could see Ivy watching her, waiting to see what she would do next before following her. The young thief sighed in resignation before squirming her slender hips and peeling her black jeans down as Ivy quickly mimicked her leaving both girls in just their panties. Selena rolled her eyes at Ivy’s choice of underwear. Where Selena was wearing plain, functional black panties, Ivy’s where a light green with flowers covering them.

Trying to stifle a groan of appreciation at the sight of the two teenage girls shuffling out of their jeans, Foster watched eagerly as the girls stepped out of their pants and threw them into the basket. As always he was amazed at the muscle definition that Selena had, the makings of a slight six-pack in her abs, her slender but toned thighs, and her tight and muscular little ass. Ivy was a study in contrast to her friend, soft and willowy with a small, soft stomach that he longed to kiss. As he stared at the two mostly naked teenage girls he noticed them staring back at him and he blushed when he realized how obviously he was gawking at them.

"He… here you… here you go," Foster managed to choke out as he handed the two nearly naked, dripping, shivering girls their towels. Selena quickly wrapped her’s around her slender, muscular body while Ivy stared at her’s for a moment almost like she was deciding what to do with it. He stood up with an aged groan and popping knees before holding his hand out towards his bathroom. "After you, my dears," he said sweetly before following both girls towards the rear of his apartment.

Ivy looked over at Foster as she followed Cat. "Where are we going?" she asked flatly.

"You two are chilled to the bone so I thought we’d have a nice hot shower and then I’d get some nice hot food into you," Foster said cheerfully.

"I suppose," Ivy said flatly, not noticing Cat rolling her eyes again.

The two girls entered the large, ornate bathroom and turned around to face Foster as he walked in behind him. He closed the door and walked past the girls to start the shower before sitting down on the toilet. The bathroom was easily large enough to accommodate several more people and the shower was big enough to hold at least three adults easily. As steam began filling the room Foster turned his full attention to the girls.

"You two aren’t going to shower with your towels on, are you?" he asked merrily, "Off they come."

Ivy automatically took her towel off and handed it to Foster, not noticing the way his eyes crawled over her nearly naked teenage body.

Selena sighed in resignation before taking her towel off and handing it to Foster as well. She placed her hands defiantly on her slender hips and tried to pretend not to feel his eyes locked onto her mostly nude body.

Foster’s smile seemed a little strained as nervous sweat broke out across his brow. "Selena, be a dear and help Ivy off with her panties so I can throw them in the wash," he asked as he wiped at his forehead.

"I can do it," Ivy said flatly as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her underwear.

"No, no, m’dear," Foster interrupted, "We are very big about helping one another here so let Selena help you."

Ivy shrugged, let go of her panties, and waited.

With that, what Selena was afraid was going to happen was going to happen and she glared at Foster a moment. She really didn’t care if she had to pay the old man’s price but she didn’t think that Ivy should have to pay too.

Foster saw the look on Selena’s beautiful face and knew what it meant. He continued smiling at her before reaching out and patting her shoulder reassuringly. "Isn’t the water in here so much warmer than the water outside," he said without it really being the question before turning his attention to Ivy. "It was so nice of you following our dear Selena’s lead in coming here, don’t you agree? But just remember that you don’t have to follow if you don’t want to," he told the red-haired girl.

"I know that," Ivy said, "But I trust her."

The message was clear to Selena. Foster would let Ivy follow her lead but she was more than welcome to stop and leave if they wanted to. "Stupid rain," she muttered under her breath before turning to Ivy. She got down on her knees and grabbed her friend’s ridiculous looking underwear. She pulled them down slowly, knowing that it was what Foster would like, revealing Ivy’s pink little slit with just a small fluff of red hair at the top of it. Standing back up she handed the panties to the horny old guy and wasn’t surprised at all when he held them up to his face and inhaled deeply.

Foster exhaled loudly before putting the panties down and turning his attention to the wonderfully naked Ivy. "Now, dear, why don’t you help sweet Selena with her underwear."

Ivy gave a non-committal shrug before getting down on her knees in front of her friend. She pulled down Cat’s panties to reveal her perfectly bald little pussy before handing the flimsy underwear to Foster. The old man eagerly took them and then sniffed them the same way as he did her’s before putting them down.

"Very good, girls. Very, very good," Foster said with fluttering eyes before they focused on the two naked, teenage girls. "Now, into the shower you pop. You poor dears must be chilled to the core," he said with a clap of his hands.

Selena held Ivy’s hand so she didn’t slip getting into the tub, knowing from experience how deep it was, before following her in. They each fit under the spray of water easily and stood under the shower letting the warm water flow over them and before they realized it their shivering had subsided and their flesh began to pink up.

From his place on the toilet lid, Foster hid his erection in the folds of his robe before clearing his throat to get the girls’ attention. Their hair hung down soaked with water, Selena’s hair longer than it had been to due it’s curls straightening out and Ivy’s hair trailing down nearly to her soft, rounded tush. Naked he could see the grime and dirt that had built up from living in the streets and the water itself nearly washing the girls clean but just nearly. He preferred clean girls. He licked his lips hungrily as he watched the water flow over the girl’s, down their bodies, dripping off of the nipples, slipping down the tummies, and sliding between their legs. "Selena, why don’t you help bathe Ivy," he said with a warm smile.

Selena tried to hide the look on her face from Foster. He was basically an okay guy except for being a bit of a old leach and normally she didn’t really mind since it would get her off the street for a day or two but with Ivy here it was a whole different thing, Ivy was her friend. She picked up a wash cloth and began adding some body wash, Foster’s favorite that he liked for her to use, before he interrupted her.

"I don’t think you’ll be needing that," Foster said, "Just go ahead and use your hands."

Selena looked from the washcloth to Ivy and back again before putting the wet cloth down. She soaped up her hands and turned to Ivy. "Just remember, you can tell me to stop any time," she warned her friend.

"It’s okay, Cat. I trust you," Ivy said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Yeah, I know," Selena said with an answering shrug. It was impossible to know if Ivy knew what was going to happen or not but all she could do was keep warning her. With Ivy facing her she ran her hands through her friend’s red hair, lathering it up the best she could and using her fingers to untangle the long strands. When she had gotten it as clean as she could she helped her friend rinse out her hair until all the soap was out. Even soaked Ivy’s hair looked a shade lighter now and Selena helped her move it out of her face. She used the last of the soap on her hands to wash her friend’s face and was amazed that even her pale skin looked lighter.

Selena took a moment to just admire her friend for a second, with her hair washed and tucked behind her ears and her clean face she actually looked younger than she really was. And she knew that Foster would like that even more. Lathering up her hands again she reached for Ivy’s slender shoulders and worked hands down her friend’s slender arms. She made sure she was through, washing the red headed girl’s hands and between her fingers before sliding her hands back up. Ivy automatically raised both of her arms for her, raising her small breasts high up on her chest as Selena washed her friend’s arm pits.

Finishing with Ivy’s arms, Selena washed down her friend’s sides to her hips, barely letting her hands near the other girl’s chest or stomach. She got down on her knees and tried not to look at the red head’s small, little slit as she started washing her from her mid-thighs on down. When she reached Ivy’s feet her friend automatically lifted them up one at a time and let Selena wash her soles and in between her toes and the small thief actually cursed her friend for being so blindly trusting of her. She found herself wanting to shout at her friend, to yell at her for being so trusting, screaming at her for not knowing what she was going to do. What they were both going to have to do. But as she watched the dirt and grime flowing off of her friend’s body and sliding down the drain she supposed it was better than spending the godforsaken night on the street.

Steeling herself for what was coming, Selena started slowly standing up, sliding her hands up Ivy’s coltish legs and up to her slender thighs, barely missing her friend’s groin as she stood up in front of her. She lathered up her hands and began washing the other girl from her bony shoulders down to the tops of her budding breasts. She went slower, both making a show of her cleaning Ivy’s chest and giving her friend time to stop her if she wanted. Her palms slid slowly over Ivy’s pale breasts, the puffy nipples scrapping her palms as she drew a small groan from her friend. She slipped her thumbs over the other girl’s nipples, eliciting another moan from her as she loving caressed her tits. She found herself staring at her friend’s slight chest, almost like she had never seen breasts before. Being as close as they were for as long as they had, they’d both seen each other naked before but for some reason she felt a new appreciation for her friend, an appreciation she had never felt before.

Selena was nearly mesmerized by Ivy’s small tits: the puffy nipples, the way the water flowed over them, they way they gleamed in the light, and the way they rose and fell with each of her friend’s breathes. It was her friend breathing that brought her out of her reverie, it had become deeper, slightly more erratic as she continued softly running her hands over Ivy’s breasts. The soap suds ran down the other girl’s soft chest, dripping off of her puffy nipples as they became erect, the pink hue deepening. She looked at her friend’s face, searching for a sign that Ivy wanted her to stop but all she could see was the red haired girl’s eyes fluttering and her pink lips parted as she panted softly.

"Don’t forget your friend’s back," Foster said quietly, just above a whisper, being careful not to break the special moment the two teenage girls were having.

Ivy nodded her head quickly before turning around and presenting her back to Selena, actually surprising the young thief. She had thought that she had been taking advantage of her friend’s trust in her but now it seemed that the ever quiet and subdued Ivy knew exactly what was going on and what they were going to have to do to earn a reprieve from the cold, stormy night. Selena lathered up her small, talented hands again before sliding them across Ivy’s slender shoulders, moving her red hair out of the way. Selena’s own breath became slightly ragged as well as she slid her fingers down Ivy’s back, following the water with her fingertips as it flowed down her friend’s back, stopping herself just above the other girl’s soft ass. Her thumbs slid down a bit farther between the red haired girl’s soft cheeks as her fingers reached out to Ivy’s hips before her hands slipped farther, cupping her friend’s ass-cheeks. Both girls’ breathing became heavier as Selena took an unconscious step forward, brushing her friend’s back with the front of her own body.

"Ivy, why don’t you turn around now," Foster whispered.

Selena bit and chewed her lips as Ivy stepped back around, their small breasts grazing each other as Selena’s hands slid across Ivy’s hips and Ivy’s hands fell across Selena’s. "Ivy…" Selena started.

"It’s okay, Cat," Ivy murmured, "We’re safe together." She bent forward and the two teenage girls’ lips met tentatively. They pressed their wet, slick, pink bodies together chest to chest, groin to groin, tight enough that the water couldn’t fit between them. Ivy’s tongue was the first to slip between their lips, sliding into Cat’s mouth and making them both groan in pleasure.

As Ivy slid her tongue into Selena’s moist mouth, the juvenile criminal slid her hands around Ivy’s body, gripping her pert back-side. She began rocking her body against her friend’s, rubbing herself against the other girl as she caressed her friend’s tongue with her own. Her fingers delved deep between the red-haired girl’s cheeks, slipping over her puckered asshole and slightly probing Ivy’s wet, hairless pussy. She gasped into her friend’s mouth when the other girl did the same to her before groaning in pleasure into Ivy’s mouth.

"Selena, why don’t you move half a step to your side?" Foster asked quietly.

Quickly following Foster’s advice, Selena’s slick thigh slid between Ivy’s slender thighs just as one of her friend’s thighs slipped between her own legs. The effect was automatic as both heated, teenage girls began rubbing their delicate, wet, pink pussies against their friends’ leg. Their naked bodies rocked together in perfect synchronization with each other despite neither teenage girl having done or imagined anything like this before. Their arms wrapped their arms possessively around one another, pressing themselves against the other as tightly as possible as they groaned passionately into each others’ kissing mouths.

Ivy’s hands slid wetly up and down Cat’s back, occasionally squeezing her friend’s taunt, muscular rear-end, holding her closely as she humped up against the small thief’s leg. She moaned and groaned into Cat’s mouth, never breaking their kiss, her tongue exploring the other girl’s mouth and caressing the teenage girl’s own pink tongue.

A voice in the back of Selena’s mind noted that this was the most she had ever heard out of Ivy’s mouth as they rocked and humped up against each other. The only time they had ever held each other this tightly was on the coldest of nights on the streets and the heat their bodies had generated had never felt this good. Their grunts and coos of pleasure echoed through the bathroom far louder than the hot water falling on their undulating, naked bodies.

The girls’ asses clenched and released as they humped each others legs, rubbing their slick pussies against the others’ thighs as they panted in pleasure. Their arms wrapped more tightly around each other as the rolling and rocking became more frantic. They broke their kiss for the first time, unable to continue as they grunted and gasped in pleasure. Their orgasms rose up in their teenage bodies, cresting like a wave in the shower and breaking through a dam. Their warm, slick juices gushed out, mixing with the water, flowing down their legs and draining into the floor of the shower. Their naked bodies twitched and shuddered in pleasure, their slim arms holding onto the pink body of the other as they enjoyed the simple feel of themselves pressed against the other.

"Very, very good," Foster said to himself before speaking up, "Let’s get you girls dry and get some hot food into you both." He helped Selena out of the shower first and dried her off from hair to feet before giving her a robe. The robe was adult sized and dragged along the floor as she walked, her little feet poking out the front with each step. He tied the robe closed around her but because of the large size it left a great deal of the middle of her chest exposed as she stepped out of the way. Next he helped Ivy out of the shower and dried her off completely before giving her a similar robe that fit her as well as the other fit Selena and then walked both post-coital teenage girls to his kitchen.

Both girls sat at the dining room table, their feet dangling in the air not quite reaching the floor. When Foster brought their food they dug in with vigor, finishing their simple sandwiches fast enough they barely tasted them. They spent more time with their hot soup, their young bodies warming from the inside out. Selena had almost forgotten about what it would take to pay for the night in from the storm until the kindly old man brought them their slices of cake and glasses of wine.

Selena knew that Foster wasn’t trying to get them drunk to take advantage of them, all his young, female guest had to consent stone sober, but he was helping them to relax for what came later. The cake was chocolate and delicious and the wine was fruity and tasty. She’d had wine before and she didn’t really care for it but the wine at Foster’s was positively yummy.

Foster joined them at the table with his own slice of cake and the wine bottle. Ivy drank her entire glass in one gulp and held it out for the much older man to refill. By the time Selena finished everything in front of her Foster was giving Ivy her second piece of cake and third glass of wine. The small thief thought about warning her friend off of the wine but decided that maybe it was for the best.

"Another glass, my dear?" Foster asked as he sat back down from serving Ivy.

Thinking it over for a moment Selena nodded and held her glass out. "In for a penny…" she said sardonically.

"Don’t be like that, sweetie," Foster said with a note of hurt as he refilled Selena’s glass, "I just want everybody to have a nice time tonight."

Selena actually blushed in embarrassment as she took a sip. "I know. I’m sorry. I’m just kind of protective is all," she said sheepishly.

"She takes care of me," Ivy said as she chased the crumbs on her plate with her fork.

"She’s such a good friend, isn’t she," Foster said with a smile as he patted Ivy on her head and she nodded enthusiastically.

Foster and Selena visited for a while as they both finished their wine and Ivy had another piece of cake. He told her about his grand-kids in Bludhaven and she told him about working with both the crime lord Oswald Cobblepot and the police officer James Gordon.

"Oh, I do wish you’d let me help you find a place to live," Foster said worriedly.

Selena rolled her eyes. "I’m fine, Mr. Foster," she said in the telling tone of a petulant teenager.

"We’re fine," Ivy agreed as she licked her plate clean.

Foster sighed as he finished his cake. "If you say so," he said in defeat, "At least you have each other."

"That’s right," Ivy agreed again as she drained the last of her wine.

Sighing again, Foster patted Selena’s thigh through her robe. His eyes flitted over the gap in her robe revealing her slender chest, her burgeoning breast just barely covered, before looking over at her friend. Ivy’s robe was open just a bit more than Selena’s, her rosy pink areolas threatening to reveal themselves as he stretched and pretended to yawn. "I’m about ready for bed. How ’bout you two?" he asked with a small smirk as he looked back over at Selena.

Selena could see the smirk on Foster’s face and rolled her eyes again. "You are soooo obvious," she said with mock attitude.

Foster slid his hand up Selena’s firm but slender thigh with a twinkle in his eye that caused Selena to hide a smile. "You’re just a old perv, you know that?" she said as she tried not to snicker at the eager look on his face.

"And you’re just a stubborn know-it-all," Foster said with a grin.

Ivy thought it over for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Selena plucked Foster’s hand off of her thigh before sliding to her feet. "Let’s just get this over with," she said in her best bored voice. As she felt the wine work through her young body she refused to admit to herself how thankful she was to have found the old pervert in the first place, not to mention how much he had done for her in the past. She didn’t tighten her robe as she walked over to Ivy and grabbed her hand. With every step most of her legs would kick out from between the opening of the robe and her chest was mostly open. Ivy slid down next to her and the young cat thief led her into the older man’s bedroom.

Stopping beside Foster’s bed she turned Ivy to look at her. "Any time you want to stop, just say so," she said sternly but with a little slur in her voice.

Ivy shrugged her shoulders non-committedly. "It’s okay, Cat, I trust you," she said with her usual detached time of voice but with a more pronounced slur than her friend.

Nodding at her friend, Selena gripped the part in Ivy’s robe and opened it, sliding it down to puddle at their feet. She opened her own robe and let it fall to the floor and stood as unabashedly naked as her friend before turning back to the door to the bedroom. Foster was standing there with the warmest smile she had seen all night as he stared at both naked girls with a moist glint in his eyes. It was this look that Selena found the most embarrassing as he appraised their nude, young bodies. The way that he looked at her was not the least bit lecherous or predatory. It was the look of an old man seeing something beautiful for the first time except that he always looked at her that way no matter how many times he had seen her naked. He looked like if he could, he’d put her up on a pedestal like a statue in a museum or something.

"You are both so beautiful," Foster said with a small catch in his voice. Once again he wished Selena would let him take pictures of her and he knew there was no way he’d let her take pictures of her friend so instead he stood there and memorized every line and curve of the two girls’ bodies. They were nearly perfect contrasts with Selena’s not quite muscular frame and Ivy’s softer body. Their hair was still slightly wet and hung limply around their beautiful faces as they stood still and let him see them in all their budding beauty. "So, so beautiful," he said again.

Foster walked to his bed and pulled the blankets and sheets down before sitting down on the edge of the mattress between the two standing girls. He ran his hands sweetly down their hair, past their shoulders and to the middle of their backs and began rubbing circles just above their pert little asses.

Selena knew what Foster liked and nodded to Ivy, signaling the red haired girl to follow her lead. As she raised her hands up to grip one side of Foster’s robe her friend did the same and they pulled it apart to reveal his lap, large belly beneath his top and hard prick beneath his bottoms. Selena noted that the older man’s stomach had enlarged some since the last time she had seen him and she noticed him noticing her.

"I’m getting older," he said with a bit of a mournful smile.

Not knowing what to say, Selena shrugged her shoulders and placed her hands on the top of his thighs noting that even his body hair was a bright white between the gaps in his pajamas. "Happens to everybody I guess," she said without looking him in the face. Not really knowing what to say she instead concentrated on what she could do and ran her small, delicate hands up his thigh to his groin and his hard cock beneath his pajama pants. Ivy mirrored her and both of their hands reached his erection at the same time drawing an appreciative groan from the much older man as they pulled down his pants and he kicked out of them.

As Selena reached one small hand around the base of Foster’s prick, Ivy did the same, both girls stroking his hard shaft. As Selena delicately cradled one of his firm testicles in her other hand, Ivy did the same, lightly massaging his heavy sack and making him groan in pleasure as he took off his top. Ivy followed Selena stroke for stroke as they firmly worked the much older man’s cock, twisting their wrists around his base before sliding up the length of him and running their thumbs across his sensitive tip and then back down again. As his pre-cum began to leak from the tip of his dick the girls started moving faster, gripping him harder until he was gasping in pleasure at what the two teenage girls were doing.

Ivy trusted Cat completely so she had no problem just following her and doing what the small thief did. As her friend leaned forward over the old guy’s lap she did the same and as Cat gave a quick peck to the top of the guy’s prick so did she. They both began lick the spongy tip of the older man’s cock, covering it in their warm saliva, their tongues meeting across the soft flesh and they would occasionally kiss around his top. He was moaning out above them as their tongues slithered across and around his cock-head and their fists worked him up and down.

Selena began running her warm, moist, pink tongue up and down Foster’s shaft like she was licking a ice cream cone and Ivy continued to follow her lead. She licked down lower and lower on his salty shaft, past their tiny, fisting hands to the older man’s bloated balls. She took one of his firm orbs into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue before letting it pop out and licking the rest of his sack. Despite her always acting annoyed to him for her having to admit that she may need charity she enjoyed the fact that she was making Foster groan out in pleasure above her. She licked up to the top of his shaft, beating Ivy’s wiggling tongue to the tip and sucked him into her mouth. She massaged his head with her tongue, sucking hard on him before letting him pop out of her mouth and letting Ivy do the same. They took turns sucking his cock, bobbing their heads up and down over the old man’s lap until he was thrusting up into their eager mouths.

"Such good, good girls," Foster groaned as he reclined back on his elbows and stared down the length of his aging body at the top of the girls’ heads as they took turns bobbing up and down in his lap. He resisted the urge to thrust up into their talented mouths and cum, wanting to draw out the pleasure they were giving him. He stroked Selena’s curly hair as she took him into her mouth and then Ivy’s as they shared him and he smiled. It was always good to see young people now a days sharing like this.

Releasing her hold on Foster’s cock, Selena reached over and kissed Ivy, running her tongue thoroughly through her mouth. She crawled up onto the bed slowly letting the older man see her body from over the top of her head, her taunt ass high in the air as she made her way up to the other side of him and saw Ivy do the same, his eyes darting between them as they made their way up to him. She kissed him first and then let Ivy kiss him, his mustache tickling their noses.

"Ah-coo," Ivy sneezed.

"Bless you," Selena and Foster said at the same time and then giggled before moving around on the bed. The much older man laid back into the center of his bed with the girls still on either side of him, the small group squirming around to get comfortable.

Climbing over Foster’s lap, Selena grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it up between her toned thighs. She rubbed the top of him between her legs, teasing herself as she circled her hard clit with his tip before placing him at the entrance to her dripping pussy. She saw both Ivy and Foster staring between her legs in wide-eyed wonder as she began lowering herself down. She’d been in this position before with the older man and recognized the look when it was on his face but for some reason with Ivy looking at her like that it did something to her, deep inside. She enjoyed the way her friend was looking at her, watching her, amazed by her. She sat up straighter, arched her back more, tried to make herself as visible and as desirable as she could for Ivy, wanting to prove herself worthy of that look.

Placing her hands on Foster’s chest, Selena began slowly rolling her hips, her pussy sliding up and down the old man’s hard shaft. Ivy’s eyes crawled from her friend’s flushed face down her body and heaving chest to the spread juncture of her trembling thighs. The wet sucking sounds her pussy was making filled the room and the young thief groaned in pleasure and lust at the awed look on Ivy’s face as the red haired girl stared at her tightly stretched pussy slipping up and down the old man’s shaft. The other girl’s eyes crawled back up her body until Selena and she locked eyes as Ivy stared at her in wonderment at what she was doing. Her body ached in lust as the small thief bent further more and off to Foster’s side, her lips meeting Ivy’s and kissing her quiet friend passionately.

As Cat moaned in pleasure in her mouth, Ivy leaned up more and kissed her deeply while Foster’s hand slide down her back to cup her soft ass. She ran her hands over her friend’s sweat slick body, running a thumb over the thief’s hard nipple as her other hand slipped between Cat’s toned legs to the soaked juncture of her widely spread thighs. Ivy spread her fingers out and cupped her friend’s tightly stretched pussy, the older man’s cock slipping between her middle fingers, stimulating him, as she found her friend’s hard little clit with her thumb. Cat gasped into her mouth as the red haired teenage girl tentatively cupped her plump pussy and lazily circled her inflamed clit as they kissed her even harder, leaning up more and pressing her slight chest to her friend’s.

Foster was lightly squeezing Ivy’s plump ass as the young girl rubbed against her thrusting friend. He slid his thumb between the red-head’s cheeks, over her pink, puckered asshole, and to her wet little pussy. His thick finger teased the entrance to her dripping hole, circling it before slipping in to the first knuckle causing her to moan into Selena’s mouth. His other hand trailed up Selena’s softly thrusting body to her slender chest, using his other thumb to stimulate her hard, little nipple causing her to gasp into Ivy’s mouth. She slipped her body over his cock completely, shivering as her orgasm washed over her, her muscles twitching as she groaned out in pleasure. He slid his thumb as deeply into Ivy’s clutching pussy as he could while he was buried into Selena’s churning cunt, triggering her own orgasm, allowing both young girls to cum at the same time, sharing the experience with each other.

Ivy and Selena wrapped their arms around each other, holding one another tightly as they both came. They relaxed against each other as they began to calm, the occasional twitch and shiver coursing through their young bodies.

Pulling his thumb from Ivy’s dripping pussy, Foster ran his hands over the girls’ flushed bodies, his rough hands caressing them as they relaxed against each other and him. He didn’t disturb them as they recovered together, sharing their orgasms with each other, their breaths coming in ragged gasps until they slowly began to calm down. "Selena, why don’t you show Ivy what you just did," he said softly, barely above a whisper.

Selena took a deep breath, her small chest heaving before dumbly nodding her head. She knew Foster was giving her the lead with Ivy again and she appreciated it, appreciated him for letting her guide her friend through this. She looked from Ivy to Foster and back, running her hands down the red-haired back possessively. "Are you ready?" she asked her friend.

Ivy seemed to think it over for a minute before nodding her head yes. She waited patiently and quietly as Cat gingerly sat up, Foster’s prick slipping out of her pussy with a wet slurp as the amateur thief scooted downwards from his lap over his thighs. The curly haired girl scooted down and held onto the older man’s sticky dick with one hand and waved Ivy over with her other hand. The red-haired girl turned around and sat over Foster’s up-thrust penis while Cat slid a hand across her waist, turning her around until she was facing the much older man and her friend was straddling his legs behind her. She got comfortable with her legs spread wide and Foster’s cock was waiting at the entrance to her virgin pussy.

Foster held onto Ivy’s small waist as Selena began positioning the red-head above his lap. He let Selena guide the other young girl down, his soft cock-head squeezing past her dewy pussy-lips and into her tight hole. She groaned out as she took in his sensitive head and Selena wrapped her arms around ivy’s flushed, sweating soft body. One of her hands slid wetly down to the burning juncture of Ivy’s thighs, a finger lovingly circling her clit as her other had went to her chest, cupping one of her small breast. He groaned as the red-haired girl took in his first few inches, stopping there to get used to the feel of him inside of her, the young thief continuing to stroke her friend’s body, keeping the pain of losing her virginity away.

Selena whispered lovingly into Ivy’s ear, "It’s okay. Just take your time, it’ll feel better soon." She used just her fingertips to stroke her friend’s breasts, toying with her nipples hoping to keep Ivy from feeling to much pain as she helped her plant obsessed friend slowly lower herself down. Ivy kept panting and moaning, sweat rolling down her pale pink body as she took in everything that Foster had, finally bottoming out, his cock filling her completely. "Good girl. Good girl, Ivy," she whispered into her friend’s ear, never stopping from stimulating her.

"Yes, good, good girl," Foster groaned. Being a virgin, Ivy’s pretty little pussy was so tight that it felt like a wet, hot fist gripping his cock. He could feel her lower muscles fluttering around his shaft, almost like it was trying to milk the cum from him. He kept one hand on the girl’s waist as his other hand slid up her body, cupping her other small breast. With Selena’s help she slowly began rolling her hips slightly, rising up and down with each roll, groaning in pleasure as she braced her hands against the head board. As she rode his pole, the young thief leaned over her shoulder and Ivy turned to her, kissing her friend deeply as she rocked her teenage body up and down his cock.

Having more experience than her friend, Selena could tell Ivy was about to cum as her body began to tense up. She kept her hands at her friend’s small tit and wet cunt, driving her over the edge. Ivy’s teenage body shivered and shook in pleasure as her first orgasm roared through her body. Selena kept a firm hold on her, afraid that she might fall off the bed as she rocked and twitched in her arms. The red-haired girl groaned and gasp in pleasure, her back arched, her small tits out-thrust.

Foster groaned as he fought off his orgasm, letting the two girls enjoy themselves before he finished. Ivy slowly relaxed into Selena’s gentle embrace, gasping breathlessly as she came down from her orgasmic high. Selena broke the kiss and looked at him and he was sure she could see the strain on his face as he struggled not to cum as he smiled up at her.

Smirking down at Foster, Selena of course recognized the look on his face after seeing it more than a few time already and knew what it meant. She knew he wouldn’t last much longer judging by the look on his face and the way he was panting but he continued to simply lay still to let her and Ivy take care of themselves. She helped her red-haired friend off of the much older man’s throbbing prick and led her down between his legs. With both girls’ beautiful faces on either side of his prick, Selena began jacking him off while licking his pulsing cock-head and was eventually followed by Ivy mirroring her.

As he stared down the length of his old, soft body, Foster groaned at the two teenage girls looking up at him from over his cock. They both fisted his prick while licking his helmet which was beating with his thudding pulse. They each had a small hand wrapped around his shaft with their other hands fondling his balls, their pink tongues working against his purple cock-head. With a grunt his hips jerked and he came, his thick, white load exploding out of him and arcing through their air to splash against the girls’ beautiful faces. Selena aimed the head of his prick back and forth between her and Ivy, making sure to cover both of them equally. As his cock softened the small thief released her hold on him and began licking the last of his cum from his prick before moving over to Ivy.

Selena gave a uncharacteristic giggle as she and Ivy licked the old guy’s thick cum off of each others’ faces. When they were both clean she looked up at Foster, his eyes wide as he watched them, and gave him a quick, playful wink. She gave his now soft prick a quick peck good-by before crawling up the bed and laying down next to him. Ivy crawled up on the other side and they both snuggled against him as he wrapped his arms around them. They all three lay there catching their breath until the cool air against their flush skin caused Ivy to shiver. Foster quickly covered all three of them up and Selena closed her eyes and didn’t even notice as she feel asleep.

The next morning the sun was shining through the window of the kitchen as Foster and the two girls ate breakfast. The breakfast was something to do with eggs that Selena had never heard of before but was currently eating her second helping of while Ivy was having her third stack of pancakes.

"I wish you would let me set you up somewhere safe," Foster said worriedly as he sat his fork next to his now empty plate, "I do so worry about you alone on the streets."

"She’s not alone, she has me," the formally virgin Ivy said simply.

"I do fine on my own, Foster," Selena said matter-of-factly, "We look out for each other."

"And a formidable duo I’m sure you are," Foster argued, "But that doesn’t mean I can’t help you."

Selena chuckled. "I think you helped me plenty last night," she said as she finished the last of her eggs. It was a conversation that she’s had many times with Foster every morning after a night together. It was actually comforting in an annoying kind of way. "We’ll be fine," she finished.

"We’ll be fine," Ivy agreed as she poured more syrup on her pancakes. "Do you have any juice?"

Foster immediately got up and grabbed a container of orange juice for the girls. He poured their drinks before sitting down again. "At least let me give you some money," he offered.

"I can get money on my own," Selena said with a chuckle.

"She’s a thief," Ivy said though a mouthful of pancake.

"We’ll be fine, Foster," Selena reassured him. She knew that the conversation would probably take up the rest of the morning as he finished washing their clothes but it was comforting. It was nice to have friends when it was raining outside.

The End.

Celebrity Stories

Wed, 25 Oct 2017 07:20:35 UTC

Bettie Page Meets Marilyn Monroe

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not know Bettie Page, Marilyn Monroe or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Code: F/F

Bettie Page Meets Marilyn Monroe
By Muhabba

Marilyn Monroe was the queen of Hollywood. Loved by all. And lusted over by most of them. She was the one that men wanted and women wanted to be. And more than a few women wanted her as well. She loved her fans. The way they made her feel. Feel about the world and feel about herself. The whole world knew who she was and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit how much she enjoyed it. But from time to time the constant adulation by her fans wore her down, made her more tired than any pill could handle. Some times she just had to get away, to hide, to recharge, to rest from the stress of being the platinum blonde beauty that the whole of America wanted her to be. And the restaurant her new friend had chosen was perfect for a night away.

Bettie Page was the the dirty little shame of men everywhere. Her beautiful face with dark hair, dark eyes, and a girl next door look made her lusted after by most. She was the one men would never admit to wanting and women would never admit to wanting to be. In control with a whip one moment and bound and vulnerable the next. She could burn you with her eyes in one instant and boil your loins with a shy wink the next. There was no way to know how popular she was since nobody would admit to how much they knew about her. Or how much of her they had seen. But every once in a while she liked to be bold and tease the ones that knew her but would never admit it, to be seen out in the hippest of clothes that she wore like a second skin, showcasing her every amazing curve. And as her guest sat across from her, her smile was wide and bright.

The restaurant Marilyn and Bettie were sharing was nestled in the Hollywood hills at least a mile from the bright lights. It was a large house with two floors: the bottom floor was converted with the walls torn out to make a wide dining area separated from the kitchen with a wall covered in ornate art prints and a short hallway. The top floor was the VIP area with fewer tables than the bottom floor even though there was more room with a smaller kitchen but each table was set up to be more secluded than the ones on the bottom floor. It gave both beautiful starlets more than enough privacy to get to know one another.

Marilyn wore a tight, strapless white dress similar to the ones she was known for with diamonds at her ears, throat and wrists almost as dazzling as her smile. Her blonde hair was done in loose waves just above her shoulders and her eyes glittered in the candle light. Bettie wore a even tighter strapless dress, coal black with a dark sash around her small waist, bangled jewelry on her wrists and her graceful neck unobscure. Her long, dark hair fell below her shoulders with harsh bangs framing her face like a curtain that her wolfish smile could be clearly seen from. She smiled sweetly at Marilyn as the waiter finished taking their order and walked briskly away.

“I’m so glad you accepted my invitation,” Betty said as she took a sip of her champagne, her lips painted an almost black scarlet red, “When I first discovered this restaurant I just knew that you would appreciated it.”

Even in the dark light of the restaurant, Marilyn had a smile that could brighten the room. “I certainly do appreciate it,” she said with a sweet smile, “But I had no idea you even had my number.”

Bettie smiled knowingly at Marilyn for a moment before saying anything, “We actually know a few people in common.” She looked up a the blonde bombshell and winked. “Not that they’d admit it,” she added with a sly smirk.

Marilyn giggled sweetly, her smile wide. "No, I suppose not," she admitted, "After all we’re pretty much known for different things."

"I wouldn’t exactly say that," Bettie said as she coyly toyed with her cloth napkin, "After all, it’s not like the men who want us necessarily want different things from us."

Marilyn blushed as she giggled again before taking a sip of champagne. "I suppose not," she said breathlessly, "Anyway, what’s good here?"

"Pretty much everything," Bettie answered as she peered into Marilyn’s eyes.

Locking eyes with Betty, Marilyn tried to see what the beautiful dark haired woman was looking at. "So what did you order?" she asked.

Bettie smiled wide as she peered confidently at Marilyn. "Something light. I plan to be very vigorous later and wouldn’t want to upset my stomach," she said as she slid her hand across the table and placed it over the beautiful blonde woman’s.

Marilyn blushed deep enough to show in the dark of the restaurant, her mouth dropping as she stared down at her silverware, surprised by Bettie’s bold statement. "You’re, ah… you’re, ah… You sure seem confident of yourself," she stammered.

"What can I say," Bettie answered as her fingers toyed with Marilyn’s hand, "I’m inspired tonight."

Marilyn looked back up and peered over at Bettie. "And I’m feeling inspired to skip dinner and head straight to dessert," she said with a knowing smile.

As both women entwined their fingers, Bettie smiled back at Marilyn. "They have wonderful pie here," she said cheekily.

"Can we get it to go?" Marilyn asked as she slowly caressed the small pulse in Bettie’s wrist, not at all surprised to feel how fast it was racing.

"I’ll ask on our way out," Bettie said as she squeezed Marilyn’s hand and then grabbed her bag, "Your place or mine?"

"Mine is closer," Marilyn said as she signaled the waiter for their check while Bettie grabbed her matching bag.

The two beautiful women lightly held hands outside the restaurant as they waited for Marilyn’s limo to pull up. Their fingers moved in their grasp, slowly caressing each other’s. Marilyn looked over at Bettie and quickly moved her head down to hide her blush when she saw the wicked grin the dark haired woman had on her face. Bettie crooked a finger under Marilyn’s chin and brought he head up before giving the blonde bombshell a quick peck on the lips. Marilyn giggled girlishly before hiding the blush on her face again with her hair. When the limo pulled up, Bettie held the door for Marilyn before following her in.

As the limo pulled away, in the back Bettie scooted next to Marilyn, hip to hip, and draped her arm around the movie star’s bare shoulders. Bettie placed another, longer kiss on Marilyn’s lips and felt the beautiful blonde star press closer to her.

Marilyn looked at Bettie with wide, expectant eyes. "I’ve… I’ve never really… you know, done this before," she admitted with a coy smile.

"Don’t worry," Bettie reassured her as she held Marilyn closer, chest to chest, "I have." She leaned in and kissed the movie star, her tongue slipping across the other woman’s lips, almost asking permission. When Marilyn parted her lips Bettie slid her tongue into her mouth, caressing the blonde woman’s own moist tongue. She lightly rubbed her chest against the American sweet-heart’s and drew a moan from her as she kissed her more deeply.

Marilyn slid her arms around Bettie’s body as they kissed, holding her tightly as her nervousness began to slip away through their kiss. She kissed the dark haired woman more passionately, their tongues caressing before they began eagerly exploring one another’s mouths. She ran her hands up and down Bettie’s graceful back, searching out the buttons and clasps in her top for later. She pressed her chest more firmly against the dark clothed woman’s, her fingers sliding down her sides and drawing a deep moan from her.

As the two women kissed and caressed one another and after not nearly enough time together, the limo pulled into Marilyn’s driveway. The two women climbed out of the back, trying not to let go of each other as the fetish model struggled with her large bag. Bettie tripped on Marilyn’s dress and fell into the blonde woman’s arms, both of them breaking out into laughter as they stumbled the rest of the way out of the car. Marilyn kept a firm hold on Bettie’s hand, leading the dark haired woman up the steps to her house, then past the front door, and into the back yard.

Bettie looked around the back yard of the mansion with wide eyes. "That has to be the biggest swimming pool I have ever seen," she said in wonder. Even in the dark of night the fetish model could tell how impressive the pool, as well as the entire back yard, was.

"You should see my Jacuzzi," Marilyn said with a giggle. She released Bettie’s hand and sauntered over towards the pool and a Greek pillar. The blond movie star flipped up a false panel on the pillar and pushed a button recessed into the stone. Lights turned on around the perimeter of the yard hidden behind the bushes. More lights clicked on highlighting the sculpted hedges and a cobblestone walkway running through the middle of the yard leading from the backdoor of the mansion to a small gazebo. And then in one quarter of the pool more lights came on as the water began to churn.

"Oh my," Bettie said as she placed her hands on her chest, "This is beautiful."

"I’m glad you think so," Marilyn said with a smile of pride as she closed the false front of the stone pillar and Bettie placed her bag down. Never losing her smile she reached behind her and grasped the zipper of her gown between her fingertips, her chest out-thrust. She drew the zipper down, revealing her graceful back, her eyes locked onto Bettie’s, silently daring the other woman not to enjoy the show. She let her arms hang at her sides, gravity sliding the gown down her chest exposing the top of her white, lacy, strapless bra. Reaching up with one hand she gripped the middle of her gown and slowly pulled it down her chest to reveal her bra encased breasts.

Bettie licked her lips hungrily, a low moan echoing through her chest as she watched Marilyn strip down in front of her. The loved and lusted after apple of America’s eye staring defiantly at her as she revealed her body to her.

As her gown reached her waist, Marilyn had to use both hands and shimmied to draw it down her wide hips, her much sought after breasts jiggling enticingly in the cups of her bra. Her panties matched her bra, white and lacy against her tan skin with a white, silky stockings starting at her juicy thighs. She let the gown slide to the ground and stood there clad in only her heels and underwear letting Bettie look at her in all of her barely clothed glory.

As she groaned quietly in desire, Bettie’s eyes crawled over Marilyn’s body, her white lingerie glowing in the dim light in contrast to her tan flesh. Her eyes took in the white high-heels, up the blonde’s long legs wrapped tightly in her pale white stockings, her white panties stretched tightly across her hips and hugging her pubic mound, her white bra encasing and lifting up her firm breasts, and Marilyn’s scarlet lips smirking at her devilishly was she watched her stare at her.

"Like what you see?" Marilyn asked as she cocked her hips and placed a hand on her waist. She didn’t wait for an answer from Bettie, instead she took another moment for the dark haired model to take in the sight of her body before slowly slinking over to the other woman. She walked with a exaggerated sway in her hips as she held her shoulders back, thrusting her chest out as she moved. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she came to a stop in front of the dark haired model. "Well?"

Slowly Bettie reached out, her hands lightly sliding up Marilyn’s arms to her shoulders. From the blonde’s shoulder she began sliding her fingers down her sides, past the swell of the sides of her breasts, down her tan skin to her hips. She grasped onto Marilyn’s hips firmly, yanking her forward groin to groin. "I like," she said breathlessly before wrapping her arms around the other woman’s body, holding her tightly as she bent forward and hungrily kissed her. She could feel Marilyn’s hands gliding up and down her back as they kissed, their bodies molding to each other as they both moaned passionately.

Marilyn grabbed a hold of both of Bettie’s hands and began walking backwards, leading the dark haired woman to the Jacuzzi. When they reached the soft edge she slid her arms around the other woman again, reaching up to the top of her back and began undoing her clothes. "We don’t want these getting wet now, do we?" she giggled as she slowly removed Bettie’s clothes. Letting the dress flow to the ground she released her hold on the model as Marilyn looked up and down at the model’s body appreciating every inch of her. Bettie was wearing a black corset that left a great deal of pale cleavage exposed and ended just above her wide hips. Her matching black panties rode low on her hips just above her mound. Her legs were long and looked even longer thanks to her black pumps.

Marilyn slid her fingers over Bettie’s corset and looked quizzically at her. "What material is this?" she asked.

"Leather," Bettie said with a smirk, "The same as my panties." She slid her hands slowly down Marilyn’s soft sides from the silky material of her bra to the silky material of her panties.

"I didn’t know that made them like that," Marilyn said as she stepped further into Bettie’s arms.

"Special order," Bettie said as she once again wrapped her arms around Marilyn, holding her close, chest to chest, hip to hip, "Along with one other item."

They kissed again as Marilyn wrapped her arms around her, their tongues wrestling together as they rubbed their bodies against one another. "It feels nice," she said through the kiss.

"So do you," Bettie said as she ran her hands over Marilyn’s flush flesh and silky lingerie, "But I don’t think either of us is dressed for a midnight swim." She began kissing the blonde woman again, running her tongue across her lips before moving down giving small, soft kisses as she slowly got to her knees. She kissed down the other woman’s chest to her fluttering stomach and heard Marilyn groan out as she slid her hands up the movie star’s legs. Grasping the material of her stockings, Bettie began pulling them down to the American sweet-heart’s ankles. Delicately she lifted the other woman’s foot, sliding the stocking off before doing the same to the other foot.

Marilyn groaned out as Bettie slowly stood up, running her hands up her legs as she got to her feet. She began to unfasten her bra before the dark haired woman stopped her by grabbing her wrists.

"Let me," Bettie said with a wolfish grin as she released the blonde bombshell’s wrists and sought out her bra. Her knowledgeable fingers quickly undid the clasps and she let the white, thin material flutter to the ground, baring Marilyn Monroe’s plump breasts to her.

Marilyn was a bit surprised when Bettie didn’t focus her attention on her breasts. She knew that most any person on the planet would do nearly anything to have access to her chest but her new, dark-haired friend simply ran her hands lightly down her shoulders. The fetish model then slid her hands down her sides and the blonde-haired movie star shuddered when the other woman ran her thumbs over her hard nipples on their way down her body. When Bettie’s skilled hands reached her panties, Marilyn shivered as she pulled them down off of her hips, letting them fall down her legs.

Bettie’s eyes followed her hands down Marilyn’s body taking in everything until the American movie star was completely naked in front of her. Her eyes slowly made their way back up the other woman’s body, up her long legs, up past the small tangle of dark hair between her thighs, up her soft stomach, up her world renowned chest, and back to the starlet’s beautiful face. How many people would kill to be where Bettie Page was right now? She leaned forward, pressing her barely clothed body against Marilyn’s naked one, rubbing against her slightly, enjoying the way the movie star moaned lustfully into her mouth.

Marilyn held Bettie tightly against her body, rubbing herself against the dark-haired woman’s leather corset and grinding against her leather panties. She ran her hands down the model’s back and cupped her ass, sliding her fingers along the material, enjoying the way the leather felt in her hands. She loved the way Bettie looked in her outfit, like one of her photos come to life just for her but despite how much she enjoyed looking at the model’s body wrapped tightly in dark leather she was even more desperate to see her naked. Her nimble fingers quickly undid the clasps of Bettie’s corset and she let it fall to the ground, their bodies pressed naked chest to naked chest.

Each woman rubbed her firm, heated tits against the other, their hard nipples scrapping against the heated flesh of the other woman’s breasts, moaning into one another’s mouths. Their hands slid up and down their backs, Marilyn’s hands slipping inside of Bettie’s panties, stroking her naked ass as they grind hip to hip. Bettie’s hands cupped the blond bombshell’s own ass, parting her taunt cheeks, dipping her fingers between them. Their moans sang out through the specially lit backyard over the sound of the churning water as Marilyn worked the fetish model’s leather panties down past her hips letting the brief material slide down her long legs.

As Bettie stepped out of her panties, Marilyn led her backwards into the Jacuzzi. She took small careful steps one at a time, the warm, bubbling water coming up to just below her firm thighs as the dark-haired fetish model joined her. She pulled Bettie down with her onto the molded seat, the water now reaching their naked chests, their kiss never broken as they continued to rub against each other. The dark-haired woman kissed down the blond-haired woman’s neck causing her to moan out in pleasure. Bettie nibbled down Marilyn’s neck to her chest, her hands coming up to cup the starlet’s firm tits, her thumbs circling her hard nipples.

Marilyn gasped as Bettie took one of her aching nipples into her mouth. She was a little surprised by how gentle the fetish model was being with her, having expected her to act much different. But all the blonde bomb-shell knew about her new dark-haired friend was based on her pictures, a large supply of which were currently hidden below her bed in a locked box. She ran her hand through the model’s hair as she nursed at her chest, gently squeezing and caressing her breasts as she first sucked on one hard nipple and then the other. Her head swooned at the pleasure Bettie was giving her with just soft, gentle strokes of her fingers, lips and tongues. It was pleasantly far different than the way men had treated her.

Bettie lightly licked from one of Marilyn’s ripe nipples back to the other, softly nursing at her chest as she stroked her breasts. She went purposefully gentle with the American superstar knowing how most people saw her and the way most of them wanted to treat her. She had guessed that Marilyn had never been with a woman and she worked hard to impress her lover. As she continued loving the blonde’s chest she slid one hand down her sides, lightly stroking her hip as she ran her thumb a bare inch from the juncture of the movie star’s inner thigh, teasing her and causing the beautiful blonde to groan out in pleasure. She ran her fingers low against the star’s back, barely touching the swell of her ass as, once again, she licked from one firm tit to the other.

Appreciating everything Bettie was doing to her, Marilyn still used her hands and body to nudge the beautiful model up from her chest. As the dark-haired woman came up, the movie star kissed her deeply again, her tongue playfully caressing the other woman’s warm tongue before kissing down from her lips to her jaw.

Feeling a bit nervous at having never been with another woman when clearly Bettie had, Marilyn decided to do what she would like done to her and everything Bettie had done to her. She kissed down to the other woman’s chest and heard her giggle above her as she lightly caressed the model’s firm breasts. She assumed she was doing well as the dark-haired woman brought her hands up to cup her head, holding her at her chest. She could hear Bettie moaning happily as she lightly licked from one nipple to the other while squeezing the model’s breasts with her fingertips. Marilyn tried not to let her nervousness show as she nuzzled at her new friend’s chest but as the dark-haired woman began moaning louder with her efforts she smiled around her tits in pride.

Laughing out loud at what Marilyn was doing to her, Bettie became pleasantly surprised with the blonde star started to become more forceful. Marilyn began sucking her tits more firmly, her hands reaching around her body and sliding down her graceful back. The movie star groaned out as she sucked harder, releasing her tit from her mouth with a wet pop before moving to her other tit. She held the blonde bombshell to her chest as she sucked noisily and she groaned out as Marilyn began pressing herself against her body. She released her hold on the movie star’s head and slid her hands down her back to her hips and then to the top of her thighs.

Marilyn’s eyes shot wide open as Bettie’s nimble fingers slid between her thighs. On pure reflex she opened her legs to let her new friend in, the model’s fingers searching through the nest of dark pubic hair, stroking her plump labia. She groaned out, her head rolling back in pleasure, her lips parted, her hands sinking below the water as she gave herself over to the pleasure Bettie was giving her. She reclined back in the Jacuzzi, panting in bliss, her firm tits poking up from the water, her head resting on the edge as she opened her legs wider and the model’s knowledgeable fingers working heaven between her thighs.

Bettie groaned as Marilyn groaned, her own pleasure coming from the pleasure she was giving her new friend. She lightly nuzzled the blonde bomb-shell’s graceful neck, licking and nibbling playfully as her fingers spread the movie star’s pussy-lips apart, her thumbs toying at her hard clit. Her new friend’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her chest rising up out of the water, her back arched as she penetrated her. Her middle finger slipping inside of Marilyn, just up to the first knuckle, just enough to test the water, so to speak. And from the sexual reaction she got, Bettie knew that America’s sweet-heart was wanting more. Smiling wickedly she slid her finger inside of the movie star’s pussy slowly, penetrating her fully, causing her to groan out in pure lust, music to her ears.

Marilyn’s languid eyes looked up at Bettie with disbelief at what the model was doing to her, the things she was making her feel. She was no longer in charge of her body, it belonged to Bettie now and she was fine with that. Her hips rolled up on their own, both trying to get as much of the dark-haired woman’s finger inside of her as she could as well as giving her deeper access to her body. Her renowned chest heaved as she fought for breath, her body both completely relaxed as well as wound tighter than a spring. Her eyes couldn’t focus but were still locked on Bettie’s beautiful face as she felt a well-spring in her body boiling up, cresting between her legs. She could no longer tell the difference between the boiling water of the Jacuzzi and her own flushed skin as she came, surrounding to the sexy model completely.

As Marilyn’s orgasm began to crest she could feel the blonde’s pussy clamping down on her finger as she lazily stroked in and out of her. She leaned down and kissed the movie star, slipping her tongue inside of her mouth, moving it at the same speed as her hand, fucking Marilyn’s mouth with her tongue and her pussy with her finger. The blonde-haired woman groaned passionately into her mouth, her entire lovely, naked body shuddering in pleasure as her orgasm rolled through her.

Marilyn began panting, fighting for breath into Bettie’s mouth, refusing to break the kiss as she came down from her orgasm. Her body felt like it was melting into the water and could, at any moment, float away, the only thing holding her together was the model’s hands and body on hers. Her eyes fluttered as they began to focus again and she found herself beginning to giggle uncontrollably, breaking the kiss despite herself. Her laugh twinkled in the night air as the dark-haired woman released her and reclined next to her. "Wow," she cooed playfully as she lay shoulder to shoulder with Bettie.

"Wow, indeed," Bettie replied with a sly smirk.

Nuzzling Bettie’s neck, Marilyn began lightly caressing the dark-haired woman’s amazing body. "But I feel a little selfish. You’ve done all the giving and all I’ve done is take," she said with a fake pout.

Bettie gave Marilyn a quick peck on the forehead before sitting up straighter in the frothing water. "Don’t worry, my sweet. There is still plenty to give and take," she said with a wolfish smile before grasping the beautiful blonde’s hand. She helped America’s naked sweet-heart out of the Jacuzzi with one hand and grabbed her bag with the other. Both women giggled as they skirted across the yard, their naked bodies dripping on the concrete back porch. They laughed out again when Marilyn realized she had left her keys in her own bag and had to run back to grab her small purse and then run back.

"It’s freezing," Bettie giggled as the naked Marilyn finally unlocked the back door and let them in.

"Then let’s get you warmed up," Marilyn giggled back before kissing the naked fetish model. It was a quick but passionate kiss before the blonde movie star broke it and grabbed Bettie by the hand. "Let’s get you under some covers," she said before dragging the brunette woman into her house and up the broad stairs leading to the second floor, water dripping off of their shivering flesh. Running down the long hall of the second floor of Marilyn’s mansion in fits of giddy laughter, the blonde bomb-shell led them to her bedroom.

Bettie’s eyes went wide at the sheer size of Marilyn’s large bedroom. It appeared to be made of one large chambers with two smaller rooms set off to the side. She supposed that at least one of the rooms was the private bathroom which would made the other room…

"The other room is my closet," Marilyn said with pride.

"You have an entire room for your clothes?" Bettie asked in awe.

"Uh huh," Marilyn said with a twinkle in her voice as she began pulling Bettie by her wrist over to her bed and sat down on the mattress. "Now about that giving and receiving you were talking about," she said breathlessly as she placed her hands on the model’s wide hips.

Looking down at the beautiful actress with a wolfish smile, Bettie clutched her bag to her chest. "Do you trust me?" she asked, "Trust me to take care of you?"

"Oh yes," Marilyn immediately said.

"Lay back."

Marilyn cocked an inquisitive eyebrow up at the beautiful model but quickly decided that there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do if a naked Bettie Page asked her. She lay back on her king sized bed, the bed that leaders and power brokers across the world would kill to get in, and waited patiently.

Bettie’s eyes twinkled in the dimly lit bedroom of Marilyn Monroe as the naked star got comfortable on her back. She never broke eye contact with the blonde woman as she sat her bag down and opened it before rising slowly with four strips of silk held in her hand. "I’ll ask just one more time," she said breathlessly, "Do you trust me?"

A dull throb went through Marilyn’s lower abdomen and she felt her stomach flutter. She could feel her heart rate speed up and her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at Bettie holding her silk restraints with a wicked twinkle in her eyes and a hungry smirk on her face. Slowly, very slowly, she raised her arms up and spread her legs, shivering in anticipation and just a small bit of fear. Fear of giving up control to the statuesque model, trusting her with her silk bonds.

Slowly, sensuously, Bettie crawled up on Marilyn’s bed. She took care not to touch the other woman, the blonde superstar’s eyes wide as she stared up at her. She tied one wrist firmly, securely, making sure that the other woman couldn’t move before moving to the other hand. She could hear Marilyn’s breathing grow deeper, more ragged as she finished with her hand and crawled cat like to the end of the bed. She could smell the movie star’s excitement as she tied her feet leaving her legs spread and then slid off of the bed to the floor next to her bag.

A shiver that had nothing to do with her wet skin or naked body went through Marilyn’s body as she waited. Her chest heaved as she unconsciously tried to rub her quivering thighs together, the only thing she could see of Bettie was the top of the other woman’s head. And then the fetish model began to slowly stand up.

"Do you remember when I said that my corset and panties came with one other item?" she asked as she stood up straight and unvield herself to Marilyn, "So what do you think?"

Her eyes grew wider as Marilyn took in Bettie and her "item". The fetish model was still, mostly, naked except for a leather belt around her small waist with matching strips around the tops of her thighs all holding up an eight inch, shiny, black, rubber phallus, a fake cock. The false prick was easily larger than any actual penis she had ever seen and was centered precisely over Bettie’s pubic mound, further adding to the illusion that the beautiful woman was possessed of her own male organ. "What… what is… what is that?" she gasped in a mix of fear and lust.

"It’s called a ‘strap-on’," Bettie said proudly, her hands on her hips with her hips out-thrust to show off her new toy, "I ordered it from France."

Her eyes stayed locked on the strap-on, the largest penis she had ever seen. Her eyes crawled up and down the length of the rubber cock and her apprehension began to give way to desire. The black, shiny prick was sculpted to nearly perfectly resemble an actual male penis with veins and ridges from the base all the way to the bulbous, mushroom shaped head. It was an effort but she finally managed to tear her eyes away from the item to look up into Bettie’s beautiful face. "God bless the French."

Bettie released an apprehensive breath that she didn’t realize that she was keeping as she waited for Marilyn’s answer. Her smile grew wider as she slid her hands from her hips to the base of her cock, the blonde’s eyes moving with her hands. She began running her hands up and down her shaft, jacking herself off, the underside of the base of her prick rubbing pleasantly against her hard clit and heated mound. She aimed her tip at the movie star’s face, slowly moving closer to her as Marilyn tried to lean up towards her, her mouth slowly opening. Bettie could see the blonde bomb-shell licking her lips hungrily as she moved her cock-head forward, a bare inch away from the other woman’s gaping mouth.

Marilyn gasped as Bettie quickly pulled her prick back from her mouth. She looked up at the dark-haired woman with need in her eyes, the fetish model’s eyes twinkling in glee. She struggled against her bonds as the brunette bent over her, careful not to touch her until her face was only a hair’s breath away. The apple of America’s eye leaned up as far as her bonds would let her, mewling pitifully in desire.

Leaning down just a bit forward, her breasts dangling below her, her sculpted ass up-thrust, Bettie kissed Marilyn. The star moaned into her mouth, her tongue wrestling against her’s until she broke the kiss. "Should it come up, I love Raspberry Tarts," she told Marilyn.

Bettie gave her a quick peck on the lips as Marilyn thought about what she had just said. When the movie star realized that the fetish model was giving her a safe-word, she nodded her head quickly in understanding. She tried to to kiss the brunette woman again but she quickly moved away from her lips, deliciously teasing her. She groaned out as the dark-haired woman laid down next to her, the thick prick pressed up against her hip.

Giving Marilyn a quick peck on the lips, Bettie began kissing down her jaw. She licked and nibbled along the star’s graceful neck down to her collar bone before licking up to her shoulder. She nuzzled against the blonde woman’s pit before nibbling up her arm to the hollow of her elbow and then up to the pulse in her wrist. By the time Bettie gave the palm of Marilyn’s hand a playful lick, the blonde woman was panting heavily, her chest heaving, a light sweat gleaming across the tops of her breasts.

"Please, oh please," Marilyn mewled pitifully as Bettie kissed back down her arm to her shoulder. She shuddered as the dark-haired woman kissed down to her chest as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts out before groaning in disappointment when the model nibbled across the tops of her breasts to her side. She struggled against the silk bonds as Bettie licked down her sides to her hips. She thrust her groin up and over, presenting her heated pussy to the fetish model and cried out in disappointment when Bettie merely nuzzled against the hollow over her thigh off to the side of her needy groin. "Please!" she cried out in desperation.

Peering up Marilyn’s naked body at the pure need in the beautiful blonde’s face, Bettie whispered, "No." She continued running her lips and tongue down the struggling woman’s long leg to her foot, teasing the over-heated movie star. She placed a long, wet kiss to the sole of Marilyn’s foot before crawling over to the other side of her and gave the sole of her other foot a similar kiss. She licked and kissed up the panting star’s other leg, teasing the insides of the platinum blonde’s quivering thighs and dripping pussy. She ran her hands over the struggling woman’s soft, fluttering stomach as her lips and tongue continued up her body.

Marilyn’s body was flush with desire, burning in need as Bettie continued teasing her. As the brunette woman neared her chest, Marilyn desperately thrust her chest over, the silk bonds keeping her from moving far enough. She cried out, her eyes wide, her chest heaving, her hips rolling up and down, her pussy churning in desire but still the beautiful model continued denying her the release she needed. She fought against the silk, the beautifully carved bedposts straining and creaking against her, holding her in place as Bettie continued up her body.

When she reached Marilyn’s hand, Bettie gave her palm a deep kiss before making her way back down her arm. She skirted around the movie star’s chest to her shoulder, dragging her lips over her collar bone, nibbling up her neck, her lips finally making their way to the blonde woman’s panting mouth again. They kissed hungrily, their tongues wrestling as the both groaned in lust into each other’s mouths. She climbed on top of Marilyn’s beautiful, writhing body, the fake cock trapped between them as their bodies each moved against the other.

Bettie broke the kiss and peered down at Marilyn’s beautiful, needful face. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Please," Marilyn pleaded.

"’Please’ what?" Bettie asked with a wicked grin.

"Please," Marilyn pleaded again, "Please, I need it."

"Need what?" Bettie asked with a smirk.

It wasn’t proper, what Bettie was asking Marilyn. Even in the bedroom men and women didn’t say such things. But she wasn’t with a man, she was with Bettie Page and needed what the other woman had between her legs. "Please fuck me," she begged, "Fuck me with your cock. Let me cum. Let me finally cum!"

"Yes, dear," Bettie responded, the smile never leaving her scarlet lips and the wicked glint never leaving her eyes. She slid down slightly between Marilyn’s spread thighs, her shaft sliding wetly over the movie star’s slit, stroking her inflamed clit. She positioned the head of her cock at the entrance to the blonde woman’s heated, dripping wet cunt causing the desperate woman to cry out in need. The women were pressed together chest to chest, hip to hip, and with a small roll of her hips, the slightest movement of her body, Bettie slid the first inch of her strap-on into Marilyn’s boiling pussy.

"Yessss…!" Marilyn cried out, her cry of pleasure turning into a hiss through clenched teeth as Bettie slowly penetrated her. She rolled her hips up as far as she could to allow the brunette woman complete and total access to her, to give the model everything she needed to fill and stretch her wanton pussy. "F- f- f-inall- l- ly," she stuttered as a sudden orgasm crashed through her, her world renown body shuddering in pleasure as Bettie continued slowly filling and stretching her pussy. Her juices gushed out of her as she pulled against her bonds, her hands balling into fists and her toes curling. "Yessss…" she groaned out again as the fetish model filled her totally.

With the last inch of her cock buried inside of Marilyn’s body, Bettie held herself perfectly still, letting the platinum movie star ride out her orgasm. As the apple of America’s eye began so softly relax, the brunette fetish model pulled her prick out a bare inch before sliding it back in, rolling against Marilyn’s groin to stimulate both of their clits and drawing a gasp out of the blonde’s mouth. She began fucking her slow and deep, barely moving her hips, keeping a steady pace, drawing soft moan after soft moan from the beautiful starlet. She kept a steady pace as she wished that her cock was real, not for something a petty as penis envy or because she had a secret desire to be some boorish man, but to feel Marilyn wrapped around her shaft for real.

Slowly, steadily, Bettie increased her pace and drew longer, deeper groans from Marilyn’s chest. The platinum movie star continued to struggle with her bonds, wanting to wrap her arms around her brunette friend’s neck to hold her to her, to wrap her long legs around the fetish model’s waist so she could dive even deeper between her thighs. In desperation, her jaw clenched, Marilyn whispered, "Raspberry Tart."

Immediately Bettie ceased her insistent thrusts, her cock buried deep inside of Marilyn’s body. "Are you sure?" she asked worriedly, afraid that she had done something wrong, angered or upset Marilyn some how.

Marilyn nodded her head, her blonde hair plastered to her face with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes," she whispered back. She saw the worried look on Bettie’s beautiful face and smiled warmly up at the other woman. "The time for teasing is over," she said before giving the brunette a quick peck on the lips.

Relief washed over Bettie’s face before she pulled her prick slowly out of the beautiful woman’s sodden cunt and began untying Marilyn. She undid her wrists first followed by her ankles before laying down next to the beautiful movie star. She started to snuggle against Marilyn’s chest before the blonde woman surprised her by suddenly pushing her on her back and climbing on top of her. Marilyn looked down at her and as she stared back up she saw that the look of desire was back on the movie star’s face.

Bettie’s black cock was nestled between her ass-cheeks and Marilyn rubbed herself back against it, the sticky shaft sliding wetly across her puckered asshole and giving her a idea for later on but first she had to finish what the fetish model had started. She bent down and kissed the beautiful brunette before sitting up straight again and lifting herself up a bit. She wrapped her delicate hand around the base of the plastic prick and poised it at the entrance to her hungry, needy pussy. She gasped in pleasure as she slid the first inch inside of herself and let gravity due the rest as she braced her hands against her headboard.

With her hands on the headboard, Marilyn’s breasts dangled in front of Bettie’s face like ripe fruit. She placed her hands on the blonde’s hips to help guide the horny woman down as she leaned up and caught a hard nipple between her lips. She sucked hungrily and noisily at the movie star’s chest as the beautiful bombshell bottomed out on her cock. Slowly Marilyn began rocking her hips, sliding herself up and down and back and forth on the thick shaft, groaning in pleasure. The force of the star’s thrust pressed the base of the false prick down against Bettie’s cunt and clit, driving her own passion and pleasure higher and higher, their moans joining together and echoing through the dimly lit room.

"Yes, yes, yes…" Marilyn began chanting as her third orgasm began rising up inside of her.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm…" Bettie moaned from around Marilyn’s firm, tan tits as she switched from on to the other and her first orgasm of the night rose up inside of her. She rocked her hips up, thrusting her black prick up into the blonde star’s pussy as she thrust herself down to meet her.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God…" Marilyn groaned out as her orgasm began to crest.

Bettie knew she was about to cum and from the noises Marilyn was making she knew the platinum blonde actress was about to as well. Wanting to share more than just a plastic cock, the dark-haired fetish model slipped one hand down between the light-haired movie star’s thighs and began making circles around her clit with her thumb as she used her other hand to stimulate her own clit.

With twin cries of pleasure, both women reached their orgasms at the same time. Their eyes locked as they came together, their bodies synced in perfect unison as they shared the pleasures they had given each other. Their muscled twitched and seized as if they were both caught with a live electrical wire. They shuddered and stuttered dumbly in pleasure, their mouths open as they gasped for breath, their chests heaving, their firm breasts swaying as they both rode out the boiling lava rolling through their bodies. Each woman felt magically attached through the shaft buried between them, a spell of desire and need and pleasure until slowly their muscles began to relax and Marilyn slid down on top of Bettie, the spell over.

"That was amazing," Marilyn gasped with a dopey smile on her beautiful face.

"You were amazing," Bettie said as she ran her hands up and down Marilyn’s graceful back.

Marilyn looked up and deep into Bettie’s eyes. "We were amazing," she said breathlessly. They kissed again before the movie star slid off the fetish model, letting the plastic penis slide out of sated body, and snuggled up comfortably against her chest. She reached down and lightly caressed the rubber cock sticky with her juices. "I hope you don’t have any plans for the next several days," she said with a hopeful giggle.

"Nothing I can’t put off," Bettie reassured her as she held her closer.

"Good," Marilyn said before giving Bettie a small peck on the cheek and snuggling into her pillow. It was to hot for covers anyway.

The End.

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Scarlett Johansson: Agent Red Ep. 04 The Girl Next Door… to Evil

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Scarlett Johansson, Kat Dennings, Christina Hendricks, Lindsay Lohan, Linda Carter, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Kaley Cuoco or Alexandra Daddario, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.

Story Codes: F/M, F/F, F/F/F, Teen,

Scarlett Johansson: Agent Red Ep. 04 The Girl Next Door… to Evil
By Muhabba

Lindsay grunted as she nearly tripped over her feet again. "Oh Bitchiest of Bitches, can I please take the blindfold off now?" she asked.

"Mwa ha, ha, ha…" the evil Christina cackled maniacally. "Now is the time, my servile servant," she cried out before roughly yanking the blindfold off of Lindsay’s face.

Lindsay Lohan, double agent working undercover for B.R.E.A.S.T.S. to infiltrate the evil organization S.L.U.T., blinked as she looked around the room. "Is that a throne?" she asked as she nodded across the large room, her voice echoing.

"My throne from which I shall rule the world!" Christina called out as she raised her arms triumphantly in the air.

Lindsay took her first good look at the evil Queen of Mischief since she had put the blindfold on. Christina was wearing a black leather jumpsuit with metallic shoulder pads on it. A red cape a shade darker than her hair was pinned to the pads with bits of metallic jewelry placed around the suit that accentuated the maniacal mistress’s own blue eyes. She stood on six inch black heeled boots that stretched her legs out and made her thick ass look like it belonged in an oil painting. Her large breasts strained the front of her new uniform as she cackled in glee.

Looking down at her own new uniform, Lindsay could tell it was of a similar design except without the orientation. "Where are we exactly, my queen?" she asked.

"My throne room," Christina said simply as she strutted across the room towards her new throne.

"I, uh… I guessed that, oh Evil One," Lindsay said nervously. "She’s gone crazier than ever," she thought to herself. "But where exactly?" she asked in case it was finally time to ditch her gig and escape.

"My new secret base," Christina said as she dramatically sat down and threw one of her legs over the arm rest, "Emphasis on the ‘Secret’ part."

"She’s gone completely paranoid," Lindsay thought. "But how can we staff your new ‘Secret’ base without your Charlotte McKinney clone army? Perhaps if you told me where we are I could start holding interviews…" she started before Christina interrupted her.

"After our last two bases were infiltrated by that despicable Agent Red only I will know the location of our new base!" Christina shouted.

"At least she’s including me in the ‘ours’ part or my cover is blown," Lindsay thought. "But the staff…" she started before being interrupted again.

"They will be bussed in," Christina said simply.

Lindsay rolled her eyes at Christina’s bus plan. "But without the clone army, how will we…" she started before being interrupted once again and grinding her teeth in frustration.

"Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that," Christina said joyfully, "It’s being taken care of. Now get your knee pads and tongue brace, I wish to celebrate."

Lindsay shrugged her shoulders in defeat. With no information from Christina and no way to communicate her location to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. she would just have to hope they could uncover S.L.U.T.S.’s plan on their own. "Yes, your gooey greatness," she said as she shuffled off to find her oral protective gear as Christina clapped excitedly.

-9:08 AM, The Office Of Jennifer Love Hewitt, Family Counselor

"Come in," Jennifer said from her seat behind her desk. She didn’t look up as her patient came in and shut the office door behind him. "Have a seat," she said as she finished the last of her paperwork. "I’m glad to see you today, Tom," she said as she looked up and smiled warmly.

Tom sat down on the couch and looked at his psychologist. She was beautiful with a girl next door face, flowing brown hair and a killer body. Her amazing chest was always threatening to burst forth from her simple white blouses and her hips always stretched whatever she was wearing tightly across her rounded ass. He shook the image of her stripping for him out of his mind and tried not to leer at her. "I… I was surprised when you called and asked for a private appointment without my wife," he said nervously as he noticed how transparent the blouse was and the fact he could almost see her hard, light brown nipples.

"Don’t worry about your wife," Jennifer said as she stood up from behind her desk and arched her back to stretch out. See saw the look of need in her patient’s eyes and tried not to smirk as she strolled over to him. Her brown skirt came down to mid-thigh, and as she took too large of a step she exposed the garter holding her stockings up. She took several long steps forward until she reached the couch and sat down next to her up-coming victim.

"This… this is supposed to… supposed to be ‘Couples Counselling’ so what about Carol?" he asked nervously as he unknowingly stared at Dr. Hewitt’s chest.

"I’ll get to her as well," Jennifer said, "But I wanted to talk to you first." Jennifer slowly undid the first two buttons of her blouse. It wasn’t anything indecent or showed a great deal of cleavage but it was a reminder of her breasts for Tom. "Tom, I want to ask you a question," she said plainly.

In a effort to not appear to be a Peeping Tom pervert, Tom ripped his eyes away from Jennifer’s chest and looked up at her face. She was smiling sweetly at him and her hair was pulled back into a loose bun. He felt kind of ashamed of himself for concentrating on his doctor’s chest as soon as he had entered the room. Sure, Dr. Hewitt was attractive but that didn’t mean he had to leer at her. "Sure, Doc, shoot," he finally managed to say.

Jennifer looked deep into Tom’s eyes. "Would you like to see my tits, Tom?" she asked with a careful, even tone of voice.

"Yes," Tom blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Would you like to touch my tits, Tom?" Jennifer asked in the same time of voice.

Tom kept the correct answer in his mind, the answer that wouldn’t get him divorced. "Yes," he blurted out again despite wanting to have said “no”.

"Would you like to fuck me, Tom?"

He was ready this time. There was no way he was going to fuck up and say "yes" again. He was a rock. "Yes," he said, "Dammit!"

"What’s the deepest, darkest fantasy you’ve never told your wife about, Tom?"

There was no way he was gonna fuck this one up. He had no idea why he kept answering Dr. Hewitt’s questions truthfully but this was a more difficult question than a simple yes or no. He knew he could stop himself from digging a even deeper hole for himself. There was no way he could screw this up. "I want to be completely used and dominated by a woman," he said quickly before he could slap his hands across his mouth. His eyes grew wide in shock and horror at what he had just said and his mouth went dry.

"Easily managed," Jennifer said. In a flash she slapped Tom hard enough to knock him back farther onto the couch.

"Ow! What was that for?" he whined as a perfect, red handprint slowly started blossoming across his face.

"Silence, worm," Jennifer growled angrily as she got to her feet. She lifted her legs up and shoved her heel against Tom’s chest forcing him to lay flat on the couch. "You’ll speak only when spoken to," she said through gritted teeth as she ripped her blouse open to reveal her large, wildly jiggling breasts.

Tom was nearly blinded as Dr. Hewitt’s buttons hit his face but he would rather lose an eye than miss a moment of his doctor’s large, swaying breasts. "Sorry, ma’am," he mumbled pitifully.

"What did I say about talking!" Jennifer snapped as she yanked her blouse off and threw it to the side, "I have no interest in you using your tongue for talking." She removed her foot from his chest as she undid the snaps of her tight skirt, letting the flimsy garment flutter to the floor as she let Tom peer at her mostly naked body. She wore only her high heeled shoes, her black stockings and her matching garter belt. "Now, present tongue," she demanded.

Tom have no idea as to why he saluted his doctor before sliding his tongue out of his mouth but he did it anyway as he scooted deeper into the couch cushions. His hands slid down to his pants to take them off and relieve some of the pressure his erection was giving him but Dr. Hewitt smacked his hands away.

"That’s mine and nobody touches what’s mine. Got it!?" Jennifer scolded as she wagged her finger at Tom. He nodded submissively and she gave him a curt nod back before climbing up into the couch and straddling his head. Using her fingers she opened her pink, shaven labia and glared down the length of her naked body at her patient. "Lick," she ordered.

"Yes, ma’am," Tom said before being slapped painfully again.

"Stop talking!" Jennifer growled before smothering Tom with her spread pussy. She gripped his hair and held him firmly between her thighs as she began humping his face. She shuddered slightly as his tongue delved deep into her pussy, her juices flowing freely into his lapping mouth. She tightened her hold on his hair, using him like a pony that needed to be broken, riding hard and rough, moaning passionately the whole while.

As his therapist rode his face, Tom lapped at her juices as fast as he could as his face was smothered by her hot, horny groin. He held her thighs firmly, bracing himself as she tugged on his hair and he began gasping for breath as she rolled her hips up against him. He began panting for breath, his teeth clacking together with the force of Dr. Hewitt’s thrusts as she moaned out above him. Never in his life had he ever dreamed about cheating on his wife but for some strange reason, the longer that Jennifer rode his face the more comfortable he was to do it.

As her juices bubble up from inside her, Jennifer panted and moaned louder and louder, enjoying the power that her body gave her since she had first hit puberty. She had found that most everybody she met had an almost hypnotic desire to see her breasts and had started studying hypnotism young in her life, using her charms to accrue most anything she wanted whenever she felt like it. And then she had discovered S.L.U.T. and they knew how best to use her assets and eventually discovered the process to give Katy Perry her powers. And now she was the key figure in Christina’s newest plan.

On the verge of orgasm, Jennifer practically leapt off of her patient’s face. "You are pathetic!" she growled.

"I’m sorry, ma’am," Tom said meekly.

Jennifer slapped him hard and glared down at him. "What did I tell you about talking," she hissed, "I’m trying to forget the fact that you are here. But since you obviously don’t know how to use your tongue I have no choice but to fuck you in order to get off. Strip!"

Tom tried to contain his boyish enthusiasm as he stripped off all his clothes and sat back down, his erection bobbing and pointing up at the ceiling, his eyes locked onto Jennifer’s firm breasts.

Jennifer appraised her patient’s prick before shrugging her shoulders. "It’ll do," she said before straddling his lap. It wasn’t just her body and tits she used to exert control over people, it was her voice as well. Modulating the tone of her voice along with what she said she could pretty much claim the will of anybody as her own. Straddling Tom’s lap she grasped the base of his cock and squeezed him painfully. "And don’t fuck this up," she ordered, "This is your last chance." She shrugged her shoulders to send her breasts swaying as she lowered herself down, her tight pussy parting around her victim’s hard prick.

As his therapist took his cock, Tom groaned out in pleasure as he stared at her nearly naked body, her garters and stockings highlighting her nudity. His hands immediately ran to her round, firm ass, squeezing her silky smooth flesh as she moaned and he bottomed out inside of her. His hands slid up her warm, soft body to her chest and her magnificent tits. His hands trembled as his fingers spread around her large, firm breasts, failing to encircle them completely because of their size. He squeezed them tentatively, her flesh oozing out from between his fingers as she began rolling her hips and fucking him.

As she fucked her client and moaned at just the right frequency, Jennifer let him get a good feel in of her tits, her tight cunt gripping his pole as it slid wetly up and down his shaft. She placed her hands on his shoulder as she rode him before sliding her hands down his arms as he squeezed and kneaded her tits. When she reached his wrists her wrapped her fingers around them and squeezed her lower muscles making her cunt grip and ripple around his cock. And then suddenly she yanked his hands away.

"What!" Tom asked in a panic before mewling pathetically as Jennifer held his hands away from her amazing body.

"That’s enough of that," Jennifer said with a evil grin and a wicked smirk on her lips. She held him down on the couch, refusing to budge an inch as his cock throbbed inside of her.

"Please?" Tom asked pitifully.

Jennifer peered evilly down at her patient. "You know what I want to hear, worm," she growled as she moved her hips just enough to make Tom shudder.

Tom could feel his will slipping away as the desire to touch Jennifer’s large tits overcame him. "I… I… I can’t," he stuttered.

"You will do as I say," Jennifer said. She shook her shoulders sending a wave through her chest as Tom whined pitifully below her.

By now, Tom only had eyes for his doctor’s swaying chest. "H… Ha… Hail S.L.U.T."

Jennifer laughed evilly as she released Tom’s wrist and his hands flew to her chest.

-4:30 PM. The bedroom of The President’s son, Thad.

Thad stared lustfully and unabashedly at Scarlett’s chest, his erection tenting the front of his pants as he sat on the edge of his bed.

"Thad, you haven’t heard a word I’ve said," Secret Service agent Scarlett Johansson said angrily.

"You can’t possibly know that," Thad answered, his eyes locked onto Agent Johansson’s thick thighs. She sat across from him in a high back, over-stuffed chair dressed in the black suit and skirt of her job as his personal Secret Service agent. Her legs were crossed and her skirt stretched tight of her firm thighs. He licked his lips hungrily.

"Then what did I just say?" Scarlett asked sternly.

"That’s a unfair question," Thad responded as his eyes crawled up to her impressive chest.

Scarlett huffed and threw her hands up in frustration. "I said we have to keep our relationship professional and that means you have to stop blackmailing me for sexual favors," she said.

Thad’s eyes looked up into Scarlett’s blue eyes. "I think ‘blackmail’ is kind of a harsh word," he said defensively.

"And what would you call it?"

Thad shrugged his shoulders. "Youthful flirting?"

Once again Scarlett threw her hands up in frustration before her phone went off. It was her direct link to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. so that meant if was an emergency. "I have to take this, Thad, but don’t you think that this conversation is over," she said as she stood up and moved to the side of the room. Thad may have known about her status as a secret agent for B.R.E.A.S.T.S. but B.R.E.A.S.T.S. didn’t know that Thad knew. "This is Agent Red," she said, using her code name.

"This is Director Carter," the leader of B.R.E.A.S.T.S. said, "Are you alone?"

Scarlett looked over at Thad who just shrugged at her with a knowing smirk on his lips. He knew that the polite thing to do was leave so she could receive her orders in private but instead he just sat and grinned at her.

"Yes, I’m alone," Scarlett said as she glared at Thad and leaned against his dresser, turned away from the smart-ass, teenage boy.

With Agent Johansson turned away from him, Thad stood up as quietly as possible. He could hear a tinny voice coming from the secret agent’s phone, drawing her attention away from him. He snuck up behind her as quietly as possible until he was standing right behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Scarlett jumped in momentary shock when she felt Thad slid his hands across her shoulders and repressed a quick squeak of alarm.

"What was that, Agent Red?" the Director asked.

"No… nothing," Scarlett stuttered, "Just saw an annoying mouse." She looked over her shoulder at the president’s son and glared angrily at him as his hands slid down the front of her shoulders to the top of her impressive chest. She tried to shoo him away as his hands slid down to her firm breasts and squeezed them tightly, almost possessively. "You can go ahead," she told the director.

As Agent Johansson started listening to her director again, Thad stepped up closer to the sexy agent, rubbing himself against her body. He continued fondling her heaven-sent breasts as he ground himself against her thick ass, drawing his erection across her cheeks through his pants and her skirt. He placed his shaft between her firm cheeks, dry-humping her through their clothes as he began nuzzling against her neck through her shoulder length, blonde hair.

Scarlett’s eyes fluttered in unwanted pleasure as Thad ground himself against her, a small groan escaping from her lips.

"What was that?" the director asked again.

"Jus… just that… that annoying mouse again," Scarlett said trying to repress another groan of unwanted lust. Thad may have been just a teenage boy but he seemed to certainly knew how to use his body in the best ways possible.

"You might want to see about getting an exterminator for the White House," Director Carter said.

"I’ll… I’ll do that," Scarlett groaned as Thad’s hands slid down her now panting body. The President’s son’s hands made their way down to her plain, black skirt and began pulling it up her thighs, exposing her stockings. He slipped his fingers between her legs and moved them up the insides of her quivering thighs. He used his fingertips to trace the leg openings of her functional panties, teasing her and causing her body to warm. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was moistening as he continued to molest her body.

Thad groaned as he ground himself against Agent Johansson’s body and she angrily shushed him as she tried to listen to her phone. He had a firm hold on her body, one hand circling where he knew her clit was beneath her panties while his other hand slid back up to her amazing chest. He unbuttoned two of the middle buttons of her plain blouse and slipped his hand inside and scooped one of her large tits out of her bra. He squeezed her warm, silky breast and teased her nipple as the middle finger of his other hand continued circling her clit. He smiled spread wider as she groaned again and began grinding her hot pussy against his hand and her thick ass against his throbbing cock.

With a loud grunt, Thad came in his pants, collapsing against Scarlett as she tried to listen to her phone. She found herself sandwiched between the President’s son and his desk, his body pressed tightly against her. "I’m sorry, Director Carter. Can you repeat that?" she asked.

"I said I need you to come to HQ as soon as possible," Director Carter said.

Scarlett elbowed Thad in the ribs trying to get him to move off of her. "Yes, ma’am," she said obediently before switching off her phone. She shoved her official phone back into her pocket and shoved the sated teenage boy off of her. "I can’t believe you’d take advantage of me like that," she said angrily.

"I thought we’d agreed to call it ‘teenage flirting’," Thad said with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Again, Scarlett threw her hands up in frustration and also in confusion. Frustration that Thad refused to take their relationship seriously and confused over the fact that she wasn’t upset that he had used her to orgasm but rather that they didn’t get to finish together. "You owe me, mister," she said sternly.

"Yes, ma’am," Thad said with a mock salute.

-5:26 PM, The Headquarters of B.R.E.A.S.T.S., The main hallway leading to the administration offices

Scarlett ran her fingers through her blonde hair using the nanotechnology to return it to it’s natural red color. Her footsteps echoed down the hall as she made her way to Director Carter’s office. Suddenly a door opened beside her and she immediately assumed a fighter’s stance, ready to be attacked. She slowly relaxed her stance as the two women on the floor who had fallen out looked up at her and Kat Dennings grinned.

"Hiya, Red," Kat said as she began trying to pull herself out of the other woman’s tangled embrace. "Say hi to Agent Red, Alex," she said to the other woman as they both quickly climbed to their feet.

"A pleasure to see you again, Agent Red," Junior Agent Alexandra Daddario said nervously.

Cocking an inquisitive eyebrow at the two women, Scarlet crossed her arms under her impressive chest as she watched them try to get redressed. Kat’s plain, white blouse was completely open, her bra barely containing her large, wobbling breasts. Alexandra’s blouse was still buttoned but horribly wrinkled, her functional skirt pulled up to expose her stockings and black panties. Kat’s skirt appeared to have started out having a somewhat conservative slit up the side but was now ripped all the way to the top exposing the elastic of her stockings. Both womens’ make-up was smeared and their hair mussed.

"Headed to the Director’s office?" Kat asked cheerfully.

"Yes, I received at phone call earlier," Scarlett said simply, trying to keep a knowing smirk off of her face, "Do you know what it’s about?"

"Nope, I’ve been busy," Kat said simply, making Alex blush.

"So I see," Scarlett said simply.

"I’ll walk with you," the over developed executive assistant said before waving good-by at Alex, "And I’ll see you later, kitten." She growled playfully at Alex as she joined Agent Red and began walking down the hall.

"I see you and Junior Agent Daddario are getting along better," Scarlett said, finally allowing the smirk to spread across her lips.

"Oh yeah. She’s a peach," Kat said with a skip in her step, her large breasts straining against her starched blouse.

Scarlett kept an eye on Kat as they walked down the hall and was mildly surprised as Kat hummed cheerfully to herself. Usually the brunette woman insisted on walking behind her to stare at her ass or constantly hit on her or constantly stared lewdly at her or constantly followed her into the restroom, or the gym, or the tech division, or her apartment. But now the Director’s assistant seemed oddly content which made Agent Red slightly suspicious.

When the two agents reached the director’s office, Kat sat happily down at her desk and buzzed the intercom. "Agent Red is here to see you, ma’am," she said.

When Director Carter answered back, Scarlett could hear the door click open. She waited for some kind of sexual comment from Kat but when the assistant continued merrily shuffling her papers without paying any attention to her she shrugged her shoulders. She opened the door and entered the office making a mental note to check back in on Kat sometime later.

"Come in, Agent," Director Carter said, motioning to her best agent. "You’re probably wondering why I called you here today," she said briskly.

"I’m here to serve, ma’am," Scarlett said earnestly.

Director Carter closed her file and placed her pen down, steapling her fingers and giving Agent Red her full attention, she was an easily beautiful woman with crystal blue eyes and long, silky, wavy dark hair. "We’re having a problem in the Mid-West," she said in crisp, business-like tones, "Specifically Texas. Even more specifically, Dallas, Texas."

"Hmmmm, what could it be?" Scarlett asked.

"A cult," the director said.

"I thought they were called ‘militias’ now?"

"That’s a whole other problem," the director said, "This appears to be a ‘cult’ cult. Maniacal leader, easily duped followers…"

"Still sounds like a militia."

"…rumblings about ‘Revolution’, refusing to acknowledge any form of government…"

"That’s basically a Texas militia."

"…tax evasion, weapon hording…"

"Texas in a nutshell."

Director Carter shrugged her shoulders in agreement. "Still, I’d like you to investigate. For some reason I have a hunch it could be something more," she said.

"Is it S.L.U.T.? Have you heard anything from Lindsay?" Scarlett asked.

"All is quiet on that front," Director Carter said in relief.

"Don’t worry, Director, I’ll peek in and see what the what is," Scarlett said earnestly, "Will I be getting any back-up?"

"You’ll be meeting our Mid-West agent when you land in Dallas," the director told her, "So go ahead and visit the costume department and they’ll fix you up with a undercover outfit so you’ll fit right in with the locals."

"Yes, ma’am," Scarlett said with a salute.

-A few hours later, Dallas Mid-West airport, Terminal C, Gate 31, 52 feet from the Burger King, 2 yards from the luggage carousel, across the hall from the mens restroom

Scarlett stumbled a bit as she exited the walkway from her plane. Her cowboy boots had 6 inch heels that stretched her legs and pushed her ass out. She wore a cut-off pair of denim daisy-duke shorts that left the bottom half of her ass exposed and rode low on her hips. Her top was a sleeveless, flannel shirt tied in a knot under her chest exposing her flat stomach and buttoned barely half-way up. A red push-up bra lifted her large breasts up like a shelf of creamy flesh that jiggled enticingly with every step. Her red hair was up in a low pony tail and she wore a ragged cowboy hat on top of her head.

The top agent of B.R.E.A.S.T.S. looked around for her partner with her arms crossed under her impressive chest, tapping her foot impatiently. She didn’t have to wait long when a blonde young woman approached her.

"Boy, sure is hot today," the young woman said, speaking her half of the catch phrase.

"It’s all Obama’s and those damn liberals fault," Scarlett said, answering the catch phrase.

"Pleased to meet you, Agent Red," the blonde said as she held her hand out cheerfully, "I’m Agent Kaley Cuoco."

"Pleased to meet you too," Scarlett said as she shook the agents hand and looked her over. The blonde agent was wearing low heeled cowboy boots as well as a pair of shorts nearly as short as her own. She wore a Cowboys football jersey and her wavy blonde hair was tucked under a red truckers hat. The agent popped back on her heels for a second, a small jiggle going through her body proving she was completely bra-less. Scarlett released her grip and asked for a sit-rep.

"Boy-howdy, that could take a minute," Kaley said, still strangely cheerful, "Let’s walk to my truck."

Scarlett listened eagerly as Kaley divulged the information she had carefully collected. A psychologist had bought a large plot of desert land that had been completely barren. As the psychologist had gotten more popular she had eventually had a large building built, moving her practice there and out of the city. Eventually her clients had taken over the building duties themselves, giving all their money to the psychologist, selling everything they owned and living in the compound. All within a few months.

"That’s astonishing," Scarlett said as they stepped outside. With the Texas heat both women quickly began to sweat, their flesh gleaming in the light of the sun.

"Tell me about it," Kaley said as she led Agent Red to the parking lot, "I was out there two weeks ago and the compound was twice the size of your average strip-mall."

The two woman walked in silence the rest of the way to Kaley’s vehicle as Scarlett waited patiently for the other agent to offer more information. When Kaley continued walking in silence, Agent Red took another look at her and decided that, well, beside her obvious physical appeal that she was really rather not outstanding in the least. She hadn’t offered any information on the security of the compound or details on the psychologist or any tactical data on how to breach the buildings. "I take it you’re pretty new," she added just as they reach Kaley truck.

"Pretty new," Kaley said with a noncommittal shrug as she opened the door of her truck. It was a old 4×4 pick-up, dingy white with dingy red accents and looked nearly as inoffensive as Kaley.

"Oh well, I’ll just have to see what’s going on when I get there," Scarlett decided as she got into the truck. Kaley started the old, rumbling engine and the air conditioner kicked on, the cool air evaporating on their skin causing both women to nearly shiver with goosebumps and drawing their nipples up hard. Scarlett had her suspicions answered that the other agent wasn’t wearing a bra by the twin points on the blonde’s chest. The more she studied Kaley’s body the more she found to stare at. While in the airport she hadn’t really paid attention to the blonde agent’s chest but now she found it pretty impressive. "Must be the air conditioning," she told herself as they pulled out of the parking area.

As they drove to the compound Scarlett found herself staring more and more at Agent Cuoco’s body. Her thighs were thick and tan, her legs long, and her shorts wrapped snuggling and enticingly around her. "So, uh… The compound," she stammered as she tried to pry her eyes away from the insides of Kaley’s golden thighs, "Have you been in it?"

"Not yet," Kaley said, completely oblivious to the stares she was getting from the other agent, "I’ve made contact with one of the security guards ‘tho."

Scarlett licked her lips as she watched Kaley’s unencumbered breasts jiggle with every sharp jolt of the old pick-up truck. "And, uh… I mean… have you turned him?" she asked nervously. And oddly possessively. The thought of Kaley having to seduce some strange man made her strangely jealous and even a little angry.

"Not yet," Kaley admitted and then giggled, "Although I have to admit he’s a old perv."

"I’m sorry you had to go through that," Scarlett said with all sincerity.

Kaley just shrugged. "All part of the job," she said before turning off of the road, "And we’re here."

Both women got out of the truck and crawled into the ditch. It was a old dirt road with gravel, dusty and dry and they each laid down on their stomachs behind the truck. Scarlett took her cowboy hat off and pulled a small pair of binoculars out as Kaley took her cap off and pulled out a small listening device. "Twice the size of an average strip-mall?" she said suspiciously.

"Oh wow," Kaley gasped, "It’s more than doubled in size in the space of a week!"

Scarlett handed Kaley the binoculars while Kaley handed her the listening device. "And based on what I’m hearing there must be over a hundred people inside," she added.

"And that security guard I told you about is on duty," Kaley added herself.

Looking around at the security fence with razor wire looped around the top, Agent Red could only see one point of entry, the front door. "We have to get inside and find this psychologist!" she said in alarm at the surprising size of the compound, "This so-called cult is growing to quickly."

"I agree," Kaley said as they once again traded equipment, "And we’ll have to go through Frank the security guard to do it."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Scarlett asked as she put her arm around Kaley’s shoulders protectively.

"Sure," Kaley said offhandedly as she stood up and dusted herself off, "People just respond to me."

Scarlett helped dust Kaley off, her hands wandering over the blonde agent’s luscious body. "You poor, dear, brave child," she told the other agent, her hands clearing the dust from Kaley’s impressive chest.

"How ’bout a kiss for luck?" Scarlett asked hopefully.

"That’s okay," Kaley responded, not recognizing the strangeness of the request, "I haven’t bought my own drinks since I was fourteen, this’ll be easy."

"If you’re sure," Scarlett asked in all seriousness.

"Sure thing," Kaley said cheerfully and climbed into the trunk as Agent Red got in the other side. They drove up to the gate and it immediately opened for them allowing the two agents to drive right up to the main building. Kaley got out and greeted the security guard warmly, giving him a hug and pressing her chest against his.

Scarlett glared hatefully at the guard as he hugged Kaley just a bit to long before letting the poor girl go. Frank had to be at least 60. And ugly. He had a large gut and if he took his hat off he’d probably be bald too. And she couldn’t see any hair sticking out of the disgusting old man’s ears but she knew it was there and he probably had to shave them. He had a stupid mustache and his uniform was stupid too.

"This is my friend, Red," Kaley said as she introduced Scarlett to Frank.

Posing, Scarlett let Frank stare her up and down. She cocked her hips enticingly, her hands clasped behind her back to thrust her chest out as she gave him her best, coy smile. "Pleased to meet ‘cha," she said using her best Texas accent. At the B.R.E.A.S.T.S. Academy she had earned top marks for her oral technique and had even earned the Best Use of Tongue award in her senior year.

Frank continued looking the red-haired woman up and down slowly, his hand resting on Kaley’s exposed hip, her warm, tan thigh pressed against him. "Pleased to meet you, darlin’," he said as he used his other hand to shake the red head’s hand "What brings you little pieces of heaven out here on such a hot day?" he asked both the women.

"My friend wanted to visit the compound," Kaley said innocently as she ran her finger up and down the tie of Frank’s uniform. The uniform was a slate gray color with a matching hat and was stretched around his gut a little, the buttons barely holding the shirt closed. "She’s from up north so she ain’t ever seen a compound before," she added with a giggle.

"Is that right?" Frank asked, still holding onto Scarlett’s hand while his other hand lightly caressed Kaley’s hip, "You’re a Yankee."

Scarlett blushed and fluttered her eyelashes coyly. "Yankee by birth, Southerner by heart," she said with her own giggle.

Kaley pressed herself against Frank, her chest rubbing against his arm as her hand stroked his chest. "She’s my cousin come down here visiting so I thought I could show her where you work," she said breathlessly into the old security guard’s ear.

"Well, I don’t know about that," Frank said. He could feel his pulse picking up and his face blushing as the blonde pressed herself against him and the red-haired agent stepped up next to him. The red-head took his other hand in her own and pressed herself against him, her chest rubbing against his side. "I mean… I… I wouldn’t be, ah… be much of a security guard if I just… just… y’know, let anyone in," he stammered.

"But it’s so impressive," Scarlett told the guard.

"And so big," Kaley added. Her hand wandered down from his chest, past his belt, and grabbed the growing bulge in his pants. Agent Red immediately picked up on what she was doing and kissed the old man, her hand joining Kaley’s as they massaged the aging security guard to full hardness. She started getting down on her knees and out of the corner of her eye she noticed Agent Red doing the same.

"What are you doing?" Kaley whispered to Agent Red as they both massaged Frank’s bulge through his pants.

"There’s no reason you should have to put yourself through this," Scarlett whispered back as she pulled down the zipper of the old man’s pants.

"He’s my mark," Kaley whispered possessively as she reached into Frank’s slacks and pulled out his hard prick, "I’ll handle it. You need to reconnoiter."

"At the rate this compound is growing reconnaissance is pointless," Scarlett whispered back before she began licking the older man’s wrinkly balls.

"All the more reason you should be the one infiltrating," Kaley bark-whispered before licking Frank’s throbbing cock-head, "You’re senior agent after all."

With one of the guard’s testicles in her mouth, Scarlett thought over what Kaley had said before she sucked half of Frank’s cock into her mouth. The blonde agent bobbed back and forth, her lips stretched around the security guard’s girth, her saliva leaving his shaft gleaming in the Texas sun. "Dammit, she’s right," she decided. Frank closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure and Agent Red used her cat-like ninja skills to quickly release his scrotum from between her lips and scurry behind him. Jumping to her feet she clicked the cameras off from Frank’s console just inside the door and sneaked inside the compound’s main building.

With Agent Red gone, Kaley gripped the base of Frank’s cock with one hand and massaged his dangling balls with her other. The old man groaned in pleasure as she sucked on his prick, massaging his shaft with her moist, pink tongue as her head bobbed back and forth. His fingers wound themselves through her silky blond hair around her cap as he began fucking her mouth, his bulbous cock-head hitting the back of her mouth with every small thrust. She had prepared herself mentally for the time she would have to do this to reach her objective but she had to admit to herself that the old man had a pretty nice cock. She made a mental note to herself to look Frank up after they had taken care of the psychologist. If he didn’t wind up in jail that was.

"That poor, brave girl," Scarlett thought to herself as she quickly reached into her cowboy hat and pulled out her B.R.E.A.S.T.S. issued lock-pick. The amazing agent made short work of the door and entered silently, closing and locking it behind her. The hallway was well lit and it was kind of off-putting how normal it looked. Fake wood paneling, recessed lighting, not quite tacky linoleum, and even wood chairs every few yards. It looked like the hallway of any business office in the country. Except it was completely empty. She ducked down low, prepared for security or personnel to come from any of the doors lining the walls but no one presented themselves. She was all alone.

Scarlett darted down the hall to the first of the wooden chairs and tried to hide behind it as she surveyed the hall. It was completely empty. Somersaulting to the next closet’s chair she ducked behind it and made another survey. The hall continued to be empty. Pin wheeling to the next chair, Agent Red once again made a survey of the hall that continued to be empty. Doing a half-tuck spin-away roll she ducked behind the next chair. The hall was still suspiciously empty. Using her graceful agility she jumped up onto the wall behind her, kicking off the wall and doing a spinning tuck in mid-air as she spun, landing on her shoulder and rolling with the momentum, stretching one leg out to catch herself, her palms landing flat behind the next chair. The hallway remained empty.

Topless on her knees, Kaley let Frank fuck her talented mouth. Small streams of drool escaped from the corners of her mouth as his thick cock plunged in and out between her lips. Still wearing her cap, shorts, and boots, she stayed still and let the old man have fun with her, after all, when was the last time a man that old and out of shape had a girl as young and fresh as her. He complimented her with every thrust of his cock and every bob of her head telling her how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to had met her. It was really kind of sweet. She had her hands braced against his thighs as he fucked her mouth and throat, her unencumbered breast wobbling with every jolt, her own saliva dripping onto her golden chest and shining in the sun light.

Kaley’s nipples were hard with excitement, sizzling with need as she let Frank use her mouth. She found herself thrusting her chest forward, rubbing her sensitive tits against his thighs as his hips rocked back and forth. Granted, she hadn’t been a secret agent very long but she was enjoying the Hell out of it right now.

Landing on her feet, Scarlett finished the last of her gymnastic routine to get down the hall and ducked behind the last chair. The hallway split off like a T and she looked around the corner the best that she could. Her incredible eye sight quickly found what she had been looking for, a door, at the end of the left-hand hall, that had the words "Jennifer Love Hewitt" written across the frosted glass with "Therapist" written below it. "Jackpot," the sexy secret agent whispered to herself. With no more chairs to hide behind, she slowly crept down the hall, cursing the six inch heels the costume department had given her as the sounds of her footsteps echoed down the hall.

With the speed the compound was spreading there could be as many as two hundred converts by the end of the week which left Scarlett very little time to investigate. Her only choice was to quickly find and take down the psychologist to interrogate her, perhaps even take her back to B.R.E.A.S.T.S. headquarters. She would have preferred more time to investigate but public safety was at risk. Once again pulling out her lock-pick kit she prepared to jimmy the lock just as a voice called out from the other side of the door. "One moment please," the voice said, startling Scarlett.

"Fuuuuck yeah," Frank gasped in pleasure as Kaley cupped her large, firm, golden breasts around his shaft as he fucked her tits. The blonde bombshell had her head bent down, sucking on the tip of his prick as his cock pistoned up and down between her firm, warm, silky breasts. Her moist, pink tongue swirled around his tip as her hands kept her tits pressed tightly against his shaft. She was moaning nearly as loud as he was and he could look down over his gut to see her playing with her nipples as he fucked her golden orbs. "What the Hell did I ever do to deserve this?" he wondered as Kaley looked up at him with her crystal blue eyes and smiled around the tip of his cock between her lips.

Scarlett stood dumbfounded. She’d been found out and no doubt guards were on their way to capture her. Suddenly the office door opened and she assumed her fighter’s stance, ready for anything. Anything except for what happened. There were no guards, merely one woman. The professionally dressed woman was wearing sensible pumps and flesh colored stockings. She wore a plain brown, knee length skirt that, while not provocative, were stretched tight around her wide hips. She wore a matching blazer over a crisp starched white blouse. Her dark-brown hair was up in a loose bun and she wore a plain pair of black reading glasses. She had a dramatic hour glass figure and the blazer failed to hide the impressive bust beneath her clothes. Scarlett felt strangely under-dressed.

"Thank you for waiting," the psychologist said with a warm smile, "I’m Doctor Hewitt. Won’t you come in?"

Scarlett eyed the room suspiciously. Dr. Hewitt held her arm out presenting the room to her and just stood waiting patiently. Not being able to see any immediate dangers she walked past the psychologist into the oddly non-assuming office. She heard the doctor close the door but didn’t hear a lock catch indicating she could leave at any time. The mid-sized office held a couch with a matching chair, a desk with various papers and folders spread about and a filing cabinet. There were hung diplomas all bearing Dr. Hewitt’s name as well as a few water color paintings. It was a very middle of the road yet functional looking office.

"Please, have a seat," Jennifer said warmly as she motioned to the couch. She made her way back behind her desk and sat down, waiting patiently for Agent Red to do the same.

"I, ah… I, ah…" Scarlett stammered. She looked around the room skeptically but didn’t see anything suspicious. She sat down on the couch and looked at the therapist as the busty brunette finished the last of her paperwork and closed the files. "You, ah… you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here," she said to Dr. Hewitt.

"You’re a secret agent with B.R.E.A.S.T.S. come to see if my compound is a danger to world security," Jennifer said as she looked back at the sexy secret agent. She steepled her fingers underneath her chin and looked every inch the professional.

"That’s, ah… that’s right," Scarlett responded in confusion.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Frank gasped as Kaley took off her short shorts leaving her completely naked except for her hat and boots. He took a moment to appraise her wonderful body, her full breasts, flat stomach, wide hips, small waist, thick thighs, and firm ass, all covered in golden, sun tanned flesh. She pressed her naked body against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, rubbing herself against him as he groaned into her mouth, his throbbing dick pressed against her abdomen.

Kaley broke the kiss with the old security guard and turned around, bracing her arms against the wall and thrusting her tan ass out. He ran his hands reverently over her silky smooth flesh causing her to shiver and giggle at the look of astonishment on his face. He scooted up behind her, his pants wrapped around his ankles as he pressed his throbbing cock-head against the slick entrance to her pink pussy. She just couldn’t get over the cute look of wonderment on his face as he began sliding his prick into the velvet grip of her cunt, it was adorable. He just looked so thankful to have the chance to fuck her. He groaned out in need behind her as he slowly parted the tight walls of her pussy and filled her nearly naked body, sweat rolling off of his flushed face. She groaned out herself at the feel of his hard tool bottoming out inside of her, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he ground himself against her taunt rear-end.

Ripped fuck-boi’s and frat dudes may have been fun for a free drink or three at a bar but nobody tried harder than and over-weight old guy Kaley decided as her slick juices trailed down the insides of her thighs. She cooed as the older man’s hands slid from her hips to cup her dangling breasts as he started fucking her, his thick prick pushing roughly in and out of her. She began rocking herself back against the security guard, meeting his insistent thrusts as he fucked her hard and deep.

Jennifer smiled warmly at Agent Red as she nonchalantly undid the first of the three buttons on her blazer. "I would imagine you’re not here alone," she said as she undid the second button.

"No, no I’m not," Scarlet said as she watched the doctor undo the last of the buttons on her blazer, "I’m here with a junior agent." Dr. Hewitt slowly slid the blazer off of her shoulders, her chest out-thrust and her large breasts straining against the starched material of her blouse. "What do you hope to accomplish here?" she asked as one of the therapist’s hands slowly slid up the front of her blouse to her first button.

"I think we’d both be happier if I was the one asking the questions, don’t you," Jennifer said as she undid her top button.

Scarlett’s eyes slowly went wide as she watched the doctor slowly undo her top. If the therapist wanted to ask all the questions then she’d let her as long as she was undoing her clothes while she was doing it.

"I love my job," Kaley grunted as she thrust herself back against Frank. She could hear him panting and groaning behind her, his hands limp as they slid over her body. She had no doubt that she could easily subdue him now whether he was actually involved with the cult or just a hired security guard but her body was on fire with desire. As she viciously fucked the old guy she decided that the famous Agent Red could easily handle one cult leader without her, after all, she was supposed to have turned the guard already so she might as well do it now.

Kaley pushed herself back from the wall and felt Frank lean against her, his gut rising and falling with each struggling breath. She turned around to face him, his still hard prick sliding out of her overly excited body as she gently cupped his face. "Why don’t you have a seat," she said as she helped him sit on the ground.

"Thanks, I just… just need… needed a second to… to rest," Frank panted.

"Oh, we’re not stopping," Kaley grinned as she leaned Frank’s back against the wall and straddled his twitching thighs, "I just wanted to get on top."

"I’m gonna die," Frank gasped.

"And what a way to go," Kaley giggled as she gripped Frank by the base of his prick and lowered herself down.

Jennifer unfastened her top to the middle of her impressive chest, her firm cleavage completely exposed over the top of her lacy, black bra. "If I wanted to enter B.R.E.A.S.T.S. Headquarters, what’s the code for the doors?" she asked as she pulled out a pen and a piece of paper.

As the doctor continued unbuttoning her top, Scarlett thought over her answer. "Would you be entering as a guest or as a authorized visitor?" she asked as Dr. Hewitt undid the last of her buttons down to the top of her skirt.

"Which one would get me to the Director’s office?" Jennifer asked as she pulled her blouse out of her skirt.

Scarlett hungrily licked her lips as she watched Dr. Hewitt remove her top. The doctor’s cleavage jiggled enticingly with every movement as she slowly undressed. "Actually you can’t reach the director’s office from there. The actual entrance is through Food Delivery. You can only reach the director through her rear entrance," she offered helpfully.

"Thank you," Dr. Hewitt said as she stood up behind her desk, "Why don’t you go ahead and get naked."

"That’s a very good idea," Scarlett agreed as the psychologist worked her skirt down over her broad hips. She saw that the doctor was wearing stockings and garters matching her panties and bra. The secret agent untied the knot holding her shirt together, her large bra encased breasts spring forth as the doctor unclasped her stockings.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Kaley panted happily as she rode Frank’s prick. Her large, tan breasts jiggled wildly on her chest as she thrust herself up and down, her thick, firm ass rippling with every wet slap. The older man’s hands laid limply at his sides, his head rolling back and forth with every impact of her sun kissed, naked body.

"Pl… pl… please," Frank grunted helplessly, "I.. I need… to… to rest." The stunning blonde was riding his prick relentlessly as he sat limply, his entire body feeling oddly boneless. Boneless and limp except for his cock. Kaley seemed to have taken possession of his prick and it refused to listen to him, to respond to him at all. All he wanted was five minutes, five minutes to rest before he had a heart attack but the eager girl had hijacked himself from himself. He was helpless before her wildly thrusting body.

Kaley grabbed Frank’s limp wrists and pulled his hands up, holding them to her chest, her hard nipples scrapping against his palms. She cooed out as his fingers instinctively squeezed her form orbs, her gleaming body never stopping as she rode him harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm rising inside of her, her firm thighs twitching as her graceful back arched and she squealed in joy.

Now wearing only her stockings and pumps, Jennifer stepped out from around her desk. She leaned against it with her hip, her arms crossed below her large, firm breasts, her hair still up in it’s loose bun and her glasses resting on the tip of her nose as she waited for Agent Red to finish undressing. Topless, the buxom secret agent still had her cowboy hat on and was currently pulling her short shorts down her legs as she stood in front of the couch. "Why don’t you leave the boots on," Jennifer offered, cupping her own breasts in her hands and squeezing the playfully.

Scarlett keened at the sight of Dr. Hewitt jiggling her tits up and down and thumbing her hard nipples. "That is the best idea I’ve heard all day," she admitted as she kicked her shorts and panties off. She posed, offering her nearly naked body to the doctor, desperately wanting the psychologist to find her desirable enough to let her continuing seeing her large, wonderful breasts. Despite the large size of the doctor’s breasts they were still nearly a perfect tear-drop shape, the nipples high on her breasts, demanding to be seen. The red-haired secret agent stood with her hips cocked, her breasts out-thrust, her hands sliding up and down her sides as she waited to see if the doctor found her desirable enough.

Jennifer smirked at the expectant look on the agent’s beautiful face. She lightly ran her fingertips over the tops of her breasts as she thrust her chest out, mirroring the other woman’s pose. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked knowingly. She smirked as Agent Red eagerly nodded her head. "Most people do. I found that out at an early age," she chuckled as she slowly sauntered closer to the red-haired agent, "As soon as I hit puberty people would literally fall over themselves to make me happy as long as I showed a little cleavage." She stood a hair’s breath from Agent Red, their hard nipples nearly touching, the agent heaving in desire. She reached forward, lightly caressing the agent’s arms as she continued to talk, "I even helped Katy Perry to learn how to use her talents to ensnare the minds of others."

As the doctor gripped her wrists, Scarlett let Jennifer raise her arms up and place her hands on her breasts. She gingerly squeezed the psychologist’s large, firm breasts, thankful to the bottom of her heart to be allowed to do so, truly she had been blessed by Dr. Hewitt. "Thank you," she whimpered meekly.

"You’re welcome," Jennifer said magnanimously, "You know, there’s more I could do for you."

"Please," Scarlett cooed, "I’ll do anything you want."

Jennifer cackled manically. "Yes you will!" she laughed out, "There’s just one thing I want to hear. What is your deepest sexual secret, Agent Red?"

"Pl… please, no," Scarlett begged pitifully.

With an evil glint in her eye, Jennifer began pulling the confused agent’s hands away from her breasts. "For these you will tell me," she said wickedly.

Scarlett shook her head no but knew that she had no choice. "The only sexual satisfaction I feel is when I’m with Thad," she admitted.

"Very good," Jennifer said. She had no idea who this "Thad" person was but the information brought her one step closer to complete control over the famous Agent Red. She once again pressed her breasts more firmly into the agent’s hands and whispered into the confused woman’s ear, "And there’s just one more thing I need to hear."

The words came together in Scarlett’s hazy mind. "I… I can’t," she stammered.

Jennifer pushed her breasts more firmly into Agent Red’s hands. "You know what I want to hear," she said with a knowing smirk, "You can’t resist these. No one can."

"I… I… I…" Scarlett continued to stammer, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. There was nothing more important in the world than Dr. Hewitt’s god given and blessed breasts but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words that she knew the doctor wanted to hear.

Removing Agent Red’s hands she took another step closer, pressing her chest the bewildered agent’s, rubbing their bodies firmly together. She wrapped her arms around the red-haired and horny woman, holding her tightly, hip to hip, breasts to breast. She ground her pubic mound against Agent Red’s as she rubbed her breasts up and down the other woman’s, their nipples sliding over their sensitive flesh. "Just two little words," she whispered breathlessly as she began to nibble the secret agent’s neck.

"Hail… hail…" Scarlett began.

"Hail Mary full of grace, those are some magnificent titties," Kaley said as she pressed herself against the back of the doctor’s body. She slipped her hands between the psychologist’s and Agent Red’s, squeezing the large, firm orbs in her hands as she humped her sticky pussy against the doctor’s round ass. "My God," she gasped as she gave the therapist’s tits another squeeze, "I think they’re real, too!"

"Of course they’re real!" Jennifer shouted defensively as she tried to look at the secret agent who had interrupted her from over her shoulder.

"Oh, wow," Kaley said as her fingers rippled along the evil doctor’s magnificent cans, "Imagine that." She rubbed her naked body against Jennifer’s own naked body, sensuously humping up against her, rubbing her groin against the psychologist’s ass and her tits against her back as she grabbed the doctor’s arms and trapped them between their bodies.

Turning back to Agent Red, Jennifer tried to use her will against her. "Agent Red, dispose of this interloper," she ordered.

Kaley smiled as Agent Red looked up at her from around Jennifer’s shoulder. "You don’t want to hurt me, right, partner?" she asked.

Scarlet’s eyes softened as she peered at Kaley’s face. "Of course not," she said. Her hands slid around the two women, holding Kaley to Jennifer and Jennifer to her as she leaned forward over the evil doctor’s shoulder. Kaley smiled wider at her and leaned forward herself so they could kiss, their tongues lightly caressing in their mouths.

"You will obey my breasts!" Jennifer said angrily, "And my breasts demand your attention!"

"Don’t worry," Kaley assured Red, "I’m paying very good attention to her tits so why don’t you come around here and pay attention to me." She knew that she had to break the doctor’s control over Agent Red and there was a small moment of doubt when she saw the confused agent actually take a moment to consider her wishes but luckily it was only a moment. Red eagerly shook her head clear before stepping around the other two naked women and again wrapping her arms around them, sliding her hands between their writhing bodies. And then she slid to her knees.

"Oh, wow!" Kaley gasped as Agent Red squeezed her ass and parted her cheeks, "Straight for the ass. I never would have guessed." She shuddered as she felt the red-haired agent’s tongue slide wetly over her puckered asshole, teasing her momentarily. She ran her tongue in slow circles around her tight little entrance, spiraling around until the tip of her talented tongue probed lightly against her. The blond agent’s eyes fluttered as the ginger agent slowly pressed her wonderfully wiggling tongue into her thick, round, rear-end. "Oh, wow," she groaned into Jennifer’s ear, "I’m so sorry I interrupted you, you’re really missing out on something here."

"You will obey me!" Jennifer yelled defiantly at Agent Red.

Kaley tried to peer down at Red kneeling behind her to check on her and saw the red-headed agent looking back up at her. "You just keep right on doing what you’re doing, ‘kay?"

Scarlett nodded her head eagerly, the movement causing Kaley to gasp out as she turned back towards Jennifer. The red-haired agent held the blond-haired agent’s thick cheeks apart as she tongued her, rolling her tongue up into a tube and using it like a small cock to fuck her ass with.

"And as for you," Kaley said to the evil pathologist. She raised one hand up to Jennifer’s chest to cup one of her large tits, enjoying the way it fit in her hand, and gave it a experimental squeeze. Her other hand slid down between the psychologists thighs to her heated groin to give it it’s own squeeze as well. "It’d probably be easier to just knock you unconscious," she whispered into the doctor’s ear, "But I hate violence." She slid two fingers into Jennifer’s gooey cunt and felt the doctor shudder in her arms.

Jennifer couldn’t stop herself from rolling her hips up to meet Kaley’s fingers. As a medical professional she knew it was only simple biology, her attempted seduction of Agent Red leaving her all ready horny she was helpless against the other agent’s highly trained fingers. As she rocked her hips up to fuck herself against the blonde woman’s hand she found herself grinding herself back against the other woman’s heated groin as well, groaning in pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Kaley panted as she molested the evil doctor’s amazing body and Red’s amazing tongue fucked her ass. She was grinding herself against Jennifer’s ass, humping the other woman as the other secret agent wiggled her tongue inside of her tightest hole. "Tha… tha… thank God you’re… you’re… you’re on our side," she gasped back at the senior agent while she continued to molested Jennifer’s needy body. She pinched the agent of S.L.U.T.’s hard nipple between her fingertips as she slid her two fingers as deep into her cunt as she could, pressing her thumb against her hard clit.

Scarlett could hear the muffled sounds of Kaley and Jennifer panting and moaning in lust and it filled her chest with pride. She was proud to be part of the 3-way and to be helpful, it was, after all, the whole reason she had joined B.R.E.A.S.T.S. in the first place. "Mumph, mumph, mumph…" she mumbled into the Kaley’s thick ass with every thrust of her tongue.

"No, no, no…" Jennifer panted as she humped against the agent’s hand on the verge of orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes…" Kaley panted as she humped her drooling cunt against Jennifer’s rolling ass and Scarlett’s probing tongue.

"Oh Godddd…!" Dr. Hewitt cried out in passion as she came. Her traitorous pussy clamped down on the agent’s wiggling fingers as her orgasm rolled through her body. Her chest heaved as her nearly naked body shuddered in lust, her juices rolling down the insides of her twitching thighs, soaking into her stockings.

"Oh Godddd…!" Agent Kaley cried as she came. Her warm juices gushed out, spilling out against the evil doctor’s round ass as she rocked her own ass back-side against Agent Red’s deeply buried tongue.

Filled with pride at getting to pleasure Agent Cuoco, Scarlett felt her body relax and drew her tongue out. With her grip on the blonde’s ass she helped guide her to the couch to rest letting Jennifer slump to the floor. She then helped the evil doctor up to sit next to the panting body of Kaley before standing back up. "Would anybody like a glass of water?" she asked them both helpfully.

Still naked twenty minutes later, Scarlett’s mind began to clear and she helped Kaley tie up the dastardly doctor. "So what the hell was that?" she asked the blonde agent.

Kaley thought it over for a moment. "I think the doctor uses her psychology degree and people’s desire to see her breasts to get them to do whatever she wants," she said with a shrug. Frank bought Kaley her discarded clothes and she began getting dressed while the aging security guard slumped into Jennifer’s chair. He was so tired from their earlier escapades that he didn’t even bother to ask why his boss was tied up on the couch before falling asleep, snoring.

"I got that," Scarlett said as she gathered her own clothes up and began getting dressed, "I mean with you."

Shrugging her shoulders like it was no big deal, Kaley finished putting her barely there in the first place clothes back on. "Ever since I was a little girl people just want to do stuff for me," she said plainly. "So what do we do with her?" she asked nodding to the gently slumbering, slightly snoring, still naked doctor.

Scarlett stared up and down the sleeping doctor’s nude body. "Well I’m not dressing her for a while yet," she mumbled to herself, burning the image of Dr. Hewitt into her mind for later use.

"Who’s Thad?" Kaley asked offhandedly.

Scarlett jumped and screamed out with shock, "Gah! Where’d you hear that? He’s no one!"

"Okay, okay. Geez," Kaley said before turning back to Jennifer. "I think Frank has some handcuffs," she said helpfully.

"Good idea but that’s for later. What do we do with her first?" Scarlett asked.

-8:00 AM The next in the White House parking lot.

At 8:00 AM The next day after once again saving the world, Scarlett pulled into the parking lot of the White House. She checked her hair in the rear-view mirror to make sure it was still in it’s undercover blonde color before stepping out and walking into the seat of government for the free world. Using the private employee elevator she made her way to the living area of the first family and relieved the night shift Secret Security agent. “Anything to report?” she asked.

The agent shook his head as he gathered up his supplies. “Not a peep,” he said before turning to leave. “Oh, Thad’s almost ready for you to take him to school but he wanted to talk to you first,” he added.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and groaned. “What could he any now?” she grumbled to herself. She knocked on Thad’s door before entering, “Thad, you better be decent,” she warned as she closed the door behind her.

“Aren’t I always,” Thad smirked.

Refusing to rise to the bait, Scarlett folded her arms beneath her impressive chest. “So what did you need, Thad? We’ve got to get you to school,” she said as calmly as possible. She still remembered what she had confessed to Jennifer Love Hewitt and it was still causing her all kinds of confusion. Not to mention she was the only one there at the compound that hadn’t gotten off and she was feeling extremely sexually frustrated. Even Frank, the old body guard had gotten his rocks off. Not to mention that their interrogation of Dr. Hewitt had revealed that the poor, old security guard was indeed just a poor, old security guard and Kaley had decided to spend her next few days of interrogating him herself. Probably vigorously and repeatedly.

“It’s time for our End Of The Mission Treat,” Thad said excitedly.

Scarlett cocked an eyebrow at the Presidential Son. Is he starting to think all we are is a treat, she wondered to herself. She didn’t really know what to think about that. She began unbuttoning her jacket. “Is that all I am?” she asked him as she slid her jacket off and placed it on Thad’s dresser. She began unbuttoning her blouse as she continued, “And now you think you’ve been a good boy and deserve a treat?” She took her blouse off and revealed her half-cup bra, her nipples just barely covered by the material. “What ever shall we do about that?” she asked as she placed her blouse on the dresser in top of her jacket, her pale, creamy cleavage jiggling enticingly.

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Thad said excitedly as he sat in his bed and rubbed his hands together.

Ignoring the teenage boy with the obvious erection in his pants, Scarlett began unfastening her skirt. “I had a rough couple of days and sure could use a good treat, Thad,” she said as she let her skirt fall to the floor. There was nothing special about her under clothes except for the fact that she was the one wearing them. Her large, firm breasts bulged over the top of her bra when she breathed and nearly jumped free from their restrictions when she pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest out. Her panties were stretched tight across her hips, pulled taunt across her groin. Her sensible pumps stretched her legs out, lifting her thick, rounded ass out.

Thad choked on air as he stated lustfully at Scarlett nearly naked in his room. And it had happened so easily. Normally he had to do anything he could think of to get her this way, even blackmail, but today she had practically peeled her clothes off as easily as he’s peel a banana. Maybe she was finally coming around to him. He rubbed himself through his pants. “Oh, I certainly have a great for you,” he chuckled as he rubbed himself through his pants.

Scarlett peered at the obviously aroused teenage boy and appeared to think over his off. Suddenly she grabbed her clothes. “Then again, I can buy myself a great. You have a bus to catch,” she said before opening Thad’s bedroom door. Just before closing the door back she looked at the president’s son from over her shoulder. “Besides, I was fine on my own time so you didn’t have to cover for me and you owe me one anyway. It’s the bus for you this morning,” she said before closing the door behind her.

Thad looked down at his lap and then at the door in panic. “How can I get on the bus with this?” he whined.

The End.

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Fri, 17 Aug 2018 01:19:56 UTC

Olivia Benson Meets Kate Beckett

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own Law And Order: SVU, Castle, or the characters from them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Code: F/F

Olivia Benson Meets Kate Beckett
By Muhabba

It had been a dark and stormy night. The rain had finally stopped trying to wash the city clean and the puddles on the dark ground reflected the neon lights of the strip club across the street. Green, red, and blue pulsed in the air like a sickly heart-beat turning the filthy puddles into pathetic rainbows as the perp’s body cooled in the night air. The puddle of his blood in the puddles reflected the face of the beautiful woman who shot him as she looked down at him, her gun smoking with discharge. Her arm felt sore from the recoil caused by the odd angle she had shot from and she held her piece lightly at her side on the off chance the dead man wasn’t really dead. Yet.

"It was a clean kill," the voice of her recent partner said as she stepped up next to the strange couple, cop and killer, killer and victim. Who could tell which was which on a night like this. "He nearly had a bead on me, you saved my life."

Detective Kate Beckett looked up from her lifeless perp at the curvy officer that had joined her on this hellish night. “When is death ever clean?” Kate wondered. "Yeah, I guess," she said solemnly, "Just wish we could have taken him alive, tried to question him, figure out why he was killing those women." Puffs of steam slid over her lips with each word, joining with the smoke of her cooling gun, dissipating into the night, lost to the sirens of the police cars.

"Guys like him always have a reason for doing what they do," Detective Olivia Benson said stoically as she stowed her service piece in her belt holster. She noticed that Kate still had her piece out at her side like the recently deceased scum bag could jump up and try to run for it again but she could tell the only place he’d be running to was hell. "Maybe it was the voices, maybe his mother didn’t love him enough, maybe his dad loved him to much. It best not to think about it," she continued as she touched Kate’s elbow and felt the officer jump.

"Sorry," Kate said with a shudder as she finally stowed her piece, "Always get kinda jumpy afterwards, y’know?"

"Happens to everybody," Olivia said as she placed a hand lightly on Kate’s shoulder, feeling the other woman jump slightly at her soft touch. She looked at her partner and felt like she was seeing the woman for the first time. She had long legs that went all the way up, a slim build that looked like she’d be wiry with muscle but still curvy enough not to be considered butch. The attractive detective had a small chest with just a hint of her apple sized breasts beneath her plain clothes, and her hair flowed around her like a chestnut halo, reflecting the lights of the police cars and strip clubs surrounding them like unwanted witnesses, judging them somehow.

Olivia shook her head to get off her train of thought. There was no doubt Beckett was attractive as well as being built in almost the complete opposite of herself. Where Beckett was slender she had more curves. Where Beckett had a smaller chest her own chest struggled to be contained in her sports bra. And where Beckett had long, wavy brown hair, her’s was short and straight. She patted Beckett once on her shoulder before turning, not sure why she was staring at her partner like she had been as she walked back to their undercover car. "We better get back to the station. We got a hell of a lot of paperwork to get through."

Beckett took one last look at her dead perpetrator, killer of strippers and hookers and young college girls. "Better you than them," she muttered under her breath at the corpse, as if it could somehow absolve her of his death, before turning and joining Olivia at the car, the sound of her stylish but sensible boots echoing away from the true dead killer.

A long hour later at the police station, the two beautiful detectives were only half-way through the paper work making it legal to kill a man. Every time they would look up at the clock it seemed to go slower, trudging along at a snail’s pace, slow and getting slower. Report after report, single sheet of paper after single sheet of paper began stacking up, turning a man’s messy death to a neat pile. Files instead of flies, stacks instead of splatter, order instead of chaos, life was messy but death was supposed to be neat as a pin.

“I can’t believe it’s nearly midnight,” Kate groaned in frustration as she stretched in her chair, her slight chest out-thrust.

Olivia looked up at the clock and then back down at her growing stack of papers. “I think that clock is broken, possibly going backwards. Maybe you should shoot it to keep it from torturing us like this,” she complained as she stretched her back also, her impressive chest pushing out and drawing Kate’s eye for a moment.

“Been enough torture and death for one night,” Kate grumbled back as she scrutinized Detective Benson’s large chest, the shitty florescent lighting doing nothing to obscure the other woman’s impressive body. Changing the subject from murders and the other woman’s body, she closed the last of her folders, “Didn’t you have a partner? Wasn’t he the one that first started tracking our perp?”

Olivia closed one of the last of her file folders and started on another one, the sickening buzz of the overhead lights filling her brain and not for the first time. “Vacation. I told him I’d keep up on this one and he’d owe me when he got back. Sort of regretting it now,” she said with a chuckle she didn’t mean but wanted to. The fake it ‘til you make it approach to feeling positive about the last few horrible days of death and blood.

The humming of the bad florescent lighting was giving Kate a headache as well, like a hive of bees struggling to escape the inside of her head. “How ‘bout we hit the bar when we’re done here. I need to let off some steam before I crash,” she said as she looked over at her short-term partner, “First round’s on me.”

“Sounds good to me,” Olivia said with a sigh of much needed relief, “Let’s get this done and then I’ll drive. I know a bar right by my apartment.”

Twenty minutes later, Kate downed her second shot of tequila and let out a deep belly laugh. “You’re kidding,” she chuckled, “No pants and just running around Central Park?”

Olivia nodded enthusiastically, pulling a draw from her cold long neck. “I swear. And the whole time he’s shouting, ‘God above has decreed that all women are whores!’”

The dark of the bar was broken up intermittently by the flickering, gaudy colored florescent lights scattered around. The slurred voices of the drunk patrons echoed through the room, desperate to be heard over the den of a aged jukebox still playing scratched, vinyl records, drowning out the two women as they continued swapping stories of working in the NYPD.

Kate nodded at the bartender to get her another beer. “So what’d you do?” she giggled.

“What any good officer would do,” Olivia said with a sly grin, “Kicked him in the balls and punched him in the nose.”

Kate laughed out again, her knee accidentally knocking the bottom of the dirty table and nearly spilling their drinks. “Bet swallowing all that blood made it kinda hard to screech out about God’s plan,” she said as she straightened out their bottles.

The waitress brought the women their bottles over and took Olivia’s crumpled money. “Last round, bar’s closing,” she said curtly before walking away, her dirty, denim skirt barely covering her non-exsistant ass.

“Speaking of God’s whore,” Kate muttered under her breath making Olivia snort out her beer. “I’m feeling too good to head home," she added, "How ‘bout you?”

Olivia thought it over for a moment before answering. “How ‘bout I offer you my couch and you buy the wine,” she offered, “I know a good liquor store close by.”

Now it was Kate’s turn to think for a moment. “Sounds good to me but I’m not sharing my wine with you so I’m buying two bottles,” she said with a slight slur.

“Sounds like a plan,” Olivia agreed with a similar slur, “Let’s go.”

Thirty minutes later the two women found themselves back at Olivia’s apartment on her couch, a open bottle of wine on the coffee table nearly half empty already. They each nursed the wine in their glasses as they talked, enjoying the company of a fellow police woman. They talked for another hour about their jobs, the never-ending crime on the streets, the countless victims, the ones they couldn’t save, and eventually more intimate details of their lives, the weight of the last few days being slowly relieved. The pressure they had lived under was being replaced with a warmth and comfort they couldn’t even remember having felt in what felt like ages.

“So the mayor is really going to stick you with some writer?” Olivia asked before she blurted out obviously drunken laughter.

"I can’t believe it either," Kate laughed as well, "But he was helpful once so maybe I can do something with him."

"Hang him from a fishing hook maybe?" Olivia asked before both women broke out into bales of laughter. As their voices quieted down there was a moment of silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence that demanded to be filled with whatever inane chatter happened to cross past someone’s lips, it was still, comfortable, as each woman looked softly at the other. "I love your hair," Olivia whispered breathlessly as she trailed a strand of Kate’s hair through her fingers.

"Thanks," Kate whispered back, her eyes locked onto Olivia’s lovely eyes.

Olivia looked deep into Kate’s twinkling eyes for a moment before leaning forward. Their lips met, easily pressing against the others, soft and moist. Olivia pressed herself closer, rubbing her shoulder against Kate’s, asking silently for the other woman to respond. She moved her lips against the slimmer police woman’s, lightly brushing against her’s as she caressed the seal of Kate’s mouth with her tongue. Her tongue slightly parted the other woman’s mouth, just barely dipping in hopefully for moment. When she didn’t feel Kate respond, Olivia quickly pulled back and blushed in embarrassment.

"I’m… I’m sorry," Olivia blurted out, "I just… Sorry if I read that wrong. I don’t usually…"

"No, no. It’s… It’s okay," Kate interrupted. "You didn’t… I mean, I didn’t… You just, kinda, took me by surprise," she babbled.

"No, no, it’s my fault," Olivia insisted. "To much to drink and not enough… Well, it’s been a while," she admitted.

"No, it’s not your fault," Kate consoled her, "It’s just been a while here too. Plus, well, haven’t really had… you know, with a woman…"

"Me either," Olivia blurted out, "Well, since college but that…"

"That’s what college is there for," Kate finished with a chuckle.

"You too?" Olivia asked as she hesitantly, hopefully, began to recover from her embarrassment.

"The academy, actually," Kate admitted, "Maybe a girlfriend here and there to be honest."

"Me too," Olivia agreed. "Sometimes it’s just easier to connect with a woman, y’know," she said with a sigh, "Like I said, sorry if I read that one wrong."

"It’s not…" Kate stammered, "Listen, you just took me by surprise is all. Okay?"

Olivia looked back at Kate’s beautiful face. "It took me by surprise too but, right then, right there, I had to kiss you," she said wistfully.

Kate bent forward and cupped Olivia’s lovely face. The beautiful woman pressed herself against Kate’s hand, rubbing against her palm as Kate smiled. "I didn’t say that I didn’t like surprises," Kate said breathlessly as she moved in closer until their lips touched again. The kiss was more firm than the last, their mouths pressed together as they opened, their tongues searching each other out.

The two police women’s bodies melded together, hip to hip, chest to chest as they moaned in one another’s warm, moist mouths. Their arms wrapped around each other, holding the other police woman close, their lips and tongues caressing as they passionately kissed.

Olivia broke the kiss and looked deep into Kate’s eyes.

Kate smiled at the other woman. "I hope I’m not the one that read that wrong this time," she said with a slightly nervous grin.

Olivia took Kate’s hand and stood up. "I think we’re finally reading the same book," she said as she pulled Kate to her feet and began leading her to her bedroom.

"I just hope it’s not another police department regulation manual," Kate said in a nervous tone of voice just before the two woman reached Olivia’s bed.

"I don’t think this is covered," Olivia said as she turned back to Kate. Each woman automatically wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed again, quickly before they could lose their nerve. Their firm bodies meshed together surprising them at how easily it was, their hands sliding up and down their backs as they thoroughly explored one another’s mouths. Olivia reached up between their bodies and began unbuttoning Kate’s blouse as Kate began to do the same to her. Olivia reached the bottom of Kate’s blouse first and the more slender police woman tugged her top out of her pants as the more rounded woman finished unbuttoning her plain, functional top.

Kate took over from Olivia’s hands, spreading the other woman’s top open to expose her bra encased breasts. She licked her lips at the sight of the more voluptuous woman’s large breasts captured inside of her plain sports bra. "Police issue lingerie," she giggled as her hands slipped down to Olivia’s impressive chest and cupped her large breasts through her bra.

Olivia chuckled at Kate’s joke before moaning in appreciation as the more slender woman cupped her and began kissing lightly at the tops of her breasts above her bra. She let her top slide down her arms to fall to silently to the floor as Kate kissed up from her quivering chest to her neck. Her nipples were hard and sizzled with need as the other woman kissed back up to her mouth. She pulled the other cop’s blouse open as they pressed their bodies together, kissing deeply as they began to lightly rub against one another.

Pulling Kate’s blouse off of her angular shoulders, Olivia began kissing down her graceful neck. The slender detective moaned in appreciation as the curvier woman kissed across her collar bone to the hollow of her neck and licked back up. Olivia kissed the quickening pulse in her neck before licking back up and kissing Kate again with more passion.

Their hands slid sensually up and down their backs, reaching the clasps of one another’s bras at the same time as their flushed bodies began to sync together in desire. Their nimble fingers quickly did away with the small hooks, the elastic snapping open as the two women’s hands traveled up to their shoulders. They never broke their passionate kiss as they both grabbed the thin material of their bra straps and pulled them down their shoulders. In perfect unison they pulled down their bras, slipping them off of their chests to fall to the floor between them as both police woman pressed their naked, flushed flesh together. Olivia’s larger breasts enveloped Kate’s smaller, firmer tits, their hard nipples scrapping against their smooth, heated skin.

Kate began moaning louder, nearly growling as she licked hungrily down to Olivia’s chest. Her hands slid from the other woman’s back to her sides, up her sides to her chest, and to her large, firm breasts sitting high and firm. She cupped the curvier detective’s breasts, lifting them up, licking the silky skin and drawing one of her hard nipples into her soft mouth. She eagerly nursed at Olivia’s tits causing the other woman to moan lustfully and wrap her arms around Kate’s head to keep her at her chest.

Holding Kate tightly to her chest, Olivia gasped out loudly as the more slender woman feasted like a king at her chest. She thrust her chest out, smothering the other detective’s face in her abundant flesh, holding her firmly as Kate licked and sucked at her breasts like a hungry calf.

Keeping a tight hold on Olivia’s hips, rubbing herself against her, Kate latched onto one of the other woman’s hard nipples, sucking hard at the erect nub. She slid her hands down to the top of the other detective’s slacks, hurriedly undoing the belt and unfastening the clasp before forcefully pushing down Olivia’s slacks, over her wide hips, and halfway down her firm thighs. Both women moaning and groaning, eager to rid each other of their far to restrictive clothing, clothing designed to do nothing but keep them naked, keeping them from gazing on the other’s flush, naked body.

Olivia pulled Kate away from her chest and pulled her up straight before kissing her in fiery need. She licked down to the other woman’s chest, sucking hungrily at her small, pointed tits and her hands began unfastening Kate’s slacks. Feverishly she tugged the slacks down the other detective’s long legs, kneeling on the floor in front of Kate, her body nearly naked and open to her. She pushed the other woman down on the bed and smiled wickedly as the other detective squealed out in surprise, her small tits momentarily jiggling enticingly. Olivia nibbled around Kate’s plain panties as she knelt down and forcefully pushed the woman down flat on her backs.

Grabbing the elastic of Kate’s panties, Olivia pulled them down her legs and threw them over her shoulder before spreading the other woman’s slender legs wide open. The clothes were wrong, oppressive, they needed to be free of them, symbols of their weekend of death and madness and she had just freed Kate of the yolk holding them back. This was what they needed to be and she was now where she was supposed to be. She crawled into her bed, sliding her hands up the insides of the female detective’s legs and pressed firmly on Kate’s toned thighs until the other woman spread herself wide and wrapped her legs around Olivia’s head. Olivia never lost the wicked smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around the female detective’s slender thighs and peered up the length of her naked body at Kate’s smiling face.

Kate held herself up on her elbows as she looked down at Olivia from between small breasts and down between her obscenely spread thighs. She could see the smile on the other woman’s face with a gleam in her eye as she nuzzled against the burning juncture between her legs. She gasped as the detective delicately licked at her moist labia, teasing her with her tongue and she felt a odd sense of relief mixed with desire and knew without a doubt that they were both where they needed to be. Kate rolled her hips up to meet Olivia’s knowledgeable tongue and groaned from deep in her slender, heaving chest. She her hands up her sweat slick body and palmed her small tits, squeezing them tight at the female detective lightly split her dewy pussy-lips with her tongue. She tried to push her boiling groin forward into the other woman’s face but Olivia gripped her thighs tighter to keep her from moving. She groaned in lust and need, never breaking eye contact with her short term partner, trusting her to see to her needs.

As her tongue darted between Kate’s lust swollen labia, Olivia gathered the other police woman’s tart juices, savoring the taste of her as she growled in animalistic need. She needed to taste her partner, to hear her partner moan in pleasure, needed to be the one to give her pleasure, to see her writing above her. She never broke eye contact with her partner and her partner never broke eye contact with her, there was nothing else in the world but them. No killers, no rapists, no madmen, just them here and now. She enjoyed the faces Kate made with every stroke of her tongue, a sense of pride filling her as she pushed her tongue deeper into the other woman’s tasty pussy. She opened the other detective’s pink pussy-lips with her fingers, baring her partner finally and completely to her.

"S- s- s- shittt…" Kate stuttered as Olivia pleasured her. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as her short term partner licked at the sensitive bit of flesh between her puckered asshole and horny pussy. She gasped as the other woman circled the tight, wet entrance to her pussy, teasing her again before trailing her tongue up and licking around her hard, sizzling clit. Kate struggled to keep eye contact with her, her eyes fluttering as Olivia drew her clit between her lips, sucking it like a tiny prick, appreciating it like a tiny pearl. Her hips bucked uncontrollably again as she tried to hump up against her partner’s mouth but the other detective held her thighs firmly, trapping her against her face. And she could see the wicked smile in her partner’s eyes as they looked up the length of her panting body.

Olivia licked down Kate’s dripping pussy and nibbled her sensitive taint before circling the dripping entrance to the slender officer’s pussy again. She rolled her tongue up into a small, pink tube and slipped it inside her partner’s hot hole, sliding it suddenly in and out, tongue-fucking her with it, making her body violently shake and shiver. Kate’s cunt started to gush and she happily and eagerly lapped up her juices as the more slender officer came for her.

"Swe- e- e- t Jesus!" Kate cried out as her orgasm rolled through her like the thunder through the city during the storm. She somehow managed to keep eye contact with Olivia as her entire body trembled and twitched, her eyes glazing in lust, her vision blurring in senseless pleasure. She squeezed her small tits as hard as she could, her nipples scrapping against her palms as she cried out in lust, Olivia’s blurred face still nestled between her slender thighs. Her body felt like it was melting into the mattress as she rode out her orgasm, her bones seeming to become rubber as she collapsed into the bed, finally breaking eye contact as her eyes rolled back into her head and her eye lids fluttered.

Lapping up the last of Kate’s tart cum, Olivia wiped her chin with the back of her hand as her impressive chest swelled in pride at a job well done. She had helped take a killer off the streets tonight, helped find justices for the murdered women, helped save any future victims but this was what she felt pride in the most tonight. The pleasure she had given, not the life she had helped take. She released her hold on the other woman’s slender, trembling thighs and crawled up and over her naked, panting, sated body. She laid down beside her partner and drew her into her arms, lovingly holding her to her as Kate slowly came down from her orgasm. She held the more slender detective to her abundant chest, softly stroking her long hair as the more slender woman’s twitching and shuddering began to slow.

Kate nuzzled against Olivia’s chest as she slowly began to relax, softly stroking the short-haired woman’s flat stomach. She looked up at the voluptuous detective as her eyes began to focus again and smiled as her beautiful face began to take shape. "That felt soooo good," she murmured as Olivia slipped her arm around her more slender shoulders. It was a stupid and small thing to say, in no way encompassing what she had felt, the way her partner had made her feel but it was all her bliss wracked brain to come up with at the moment. The other detective smiled down at her and Kate could see that Olivia didn’t really know how to respond to her half-assed compliment so she leaned up and kissed her, tasting her tart juices on the other woman’s tongue. She kissed down to the other detective’s jaw and then down her graceful neck, her hands sliding over her gleaming body.

Olivia moaned in anticipation as Kate kissed down from her shoulders to her large breasts. The more slender woman crawled on top of her before cupping her wobbling tits, giving a quick peck to each hard nipple before nuzzling her face between the firm orbs. She gasped out as the longer-haired woman ran her thumbs over her hard nipples, circling the erect nubs as she licked over from between her breasts. She was actually impressed by how quickly Kate had moved down from her chest earlier, far to used to her beauty and worth as a desirable woman being dependent on her breast size but now she felt that the other woman could spend the rest of the night there, pleasuring her with her hands and mouth.

Moaning in appreciation, Kate luxuriated in the feel of Olivia’s soft but firm, silky smooth tits wrapped around her head. Her tongue left a warm, wet trail from between her breasts to the top of her large tit before circling around her aureole and she could feel the curvier woman shudder in pleasure as she finally took her nipple between her lips. Trapping the hard piece of flesh she lashed it with her tongue much more forcefully than Olivia had been with her, grinning around her face full of tit as Olivia gasped out in sudden pleasure. She nibbled over her new partner’s chest to her other large tit and began running her hands down her sides to her hips, holding her panting body firmly.

Writhing in pleasure, Olivia panted and moaned in lust, her boiling cunt fluttering in anticipation as Kate began licking down the length of her body. She wound the other woman’s long hair through her fingers, using it to guide her as Kate moved down from her chest to her flat stomach. She eagerly spread her legs wide, letting the more slender woman make her way between her trembling thighs, wanting her down in her hot, burning juncture, needing it.. A surge of pleasure shot through her as Kate licked her bellybutton, teasing her with what was about to come, what she was going to do to her next.

Smiling widely at the reactions she was causing in Olivia’s body, Kate’s eyes crawled up the length of the other woman’s panting naked body and felt a surge of pride at the look on the voluptuous woman’s face. Olivia’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping for breath as Kate ran the back of her tongue down to just above her heated pubic mound. Releasing her hold on Olivia’s large, wobbling breasts, Kate slid her hands down her sides, wrapping her arms around her thighs, her partner’s heated cunt dripping wet and flush with desire as she writhed in her arms.

"Yes, yes, yes…" Olivia chanted, her body burning in pleasure and need as Kate made herself comfortable between her widely spread legs. She used her grip on her partners hair to steer her down between her legs, trying to drag her face to her hungry pussy as she rolled her hips up and down desperately trying to him the other officer’s face. She mewled pitifully in need, her lower body throbbing in lust and desire, sweat running down her flush, heated flesh and soaking into her bed. She panted lustfully through her gritted teeth as she rolled her hips up as high as she could, presenting herself completely to her partner, needing to feel Kate’s warm tongue working between her thighs.

Kate smiled wickedly at Olivia panting above her, teasing the other woman, working her curvy body up to the point of boiling over without even touching her streaming cunt. She held her partner’s thighs firmly, refusing to let her movie, her face a scant inch from the short-haired woman’s heated groin. She let her breath flow out across Olivia’s heated flesh, fascinated as her juices dripped from her pussy, down over her wrinkled little taint, and between the crack of her thick, compacted ass. When the other officer began mewling pitifully, almost like a hungry kitten, she decided that there had been enough teasing and the other woman deserved the reward they had both deserved.

Using her thumbs, Kate parted Olivia’s dewy pussy-lips revealing the glistening pink treasure inside. Her clit was fully engorged, gleaming like a little pink pearl and she found her mouth watering at the sight between her partner’s trembling thighs. She nudged the more voluptuous woman’s hard clit with her nose, causing Olivia to gasp out with the simple touch before extending her tongue. She circled around the woman’s hot hole, savoring the taste of her, before licking up to her clit, tracing it wetly and making Olivia tug on her hair trying to drag her closer. She gave her partner what she wanted, what she obviously needed, and slipped her tongue inside of her, spearing her gooey, churning cunt.

Olivia cried out in pleasure as Kate began fucking her with her tongue. She ground the burning juncture of her thighs against her partner’s face as the slender woman’s tongue wiggled inside of her. She groaned out in pleasure, her abundant chest heaving as she struggled to breath, her heart pounding in her chest. Burning pleasure coursed through her like lava, boiling over and exploding like a volcano. As she came she wrapped her legs around Kate’s head, her twitching muscles overpowering the other detective’s hands and arms, her toes curling, her hands balling into fists holding her partner’s hair, her chest out thrust, her back arched, her head thrown back as she yelled out in desire.

As her partner came, Kate struggled between her thighs, holding onto the other woman’s thighs tightly as she tried to breath. She was almost reverently amazed by how stunning Olivia’s body looked as she came, her eyes crawling over her partner’s flushed flesh. The woman was attractive on her own but with her sweat slick flesh gleaming in the early morning dawn she was a complete vision as her muscles seized and she thrashed around on her bed. Kate could see the muscles in Olivia’s abdomen flutter before slowly relaxing, her thighs releasing her head so she could breath again. She released her hold on her partner’s legs and crawled up her body, chest to chest, abdomen to abdomen, hip to hip, groin to groin.

As she felt Kate’s lips on her’s, Olivia opened her eyes as she began kissing her back, tasting herself in her partner’s mouth. She wrapped one arm around the slender woman’s neck and the other around her back as they kissed softly. Their bodies slid wetly together, their hard nipples pressed against the sensitive flesh of their chests as Olivia slid her arm around Kate’s waist, lower down her body. She squeezed her partner’s taunt ass playfully as she opened her legs again, wrapping them around the other woman and locking her ankles around her calves. Her hand slipped between their flush bodies, between their groins, and cupped Kate’s wet pussy mound.

Kate moaned into Olivia’s mouth as the other woman squeezed her pussy. She slid one of her own hands between their bodies, following her partner’s arm between their legs, her fingers finding the more voluptuous woman’s warm, wet, pulsing pussy.

In perfect unison both women slid their fingers into each other, both moaning out into one another’s mouths. Their fingers moved in perfect sync, their bodies moving together, their pants and moans of pleasure mixing and echoing through the bedroom. Their fingers became soaked with one another’s juices as they gushed out, sliding over their hands, soaking each other’s groins, and dripping into the mattress.

As their cries of lust grew louder, Kate slid her fingers as deeply into Olivia’s pussy as she could. She stroked along the other woman’s G-string as she circled her clit with her thumb. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, their lips and tongue never breaking apart as they moaned lustfully into one another’s mouths.

Olivia held tightly to Kate’s neck as their bodies rocked together, their chests rubbing against one another, their hips rolling to meet their hands, their fingers working between their hot, needy cunts. As she felt her second orgasm begin to crest it didn’t surprise her at all to feel Kate’s slender body starting to tense up with her own orgasm, they work together both professional and private in perfect sync.

Crying out in pleasure, both women came at nearly the same time, their bodies shuddering together, their lips locked as they moaned. Kate broke the kiss as they continued to cum, her eyes peering deep into Olivia’s as they panted. Their flush skin glowed in the light of the dawn sun, their muscles twitching occasionally as they relaxed into one another’s arms.

As her orgasm began to subside, Olivia held Kate tightly, possessively to her, bending up and giving her a lingering kiss as the more slender relaxed into her. She ran her hands up and down her partner’s back, murmuring into her ear as they lay perfectly still together just enjoying the feel of each other as they began getting their breath back. Kate slowly rolled off of her, cuddling up to her side, wrapping her arms around her as they snuggled up.

"Mmmm, so good," Kate murmured into Olivia’s ear.

Olivia giggled. "You said that all ready," she said as she snuggled up with Kate, "I can see why they need to team you up with a writer."

With one arm wrapped around Olivia’s shoulder, Kate used her free hand to lazily trace circled around Olivia’s chest. "It’s the police reports, writing the same thing over and over again," she chuckled.

Olivia laughed out at that. "Ha! That’s the truth," she agreed. She looked into Kate’s eyes before giving her a quick peck on her lips. Lips that she decided she needed to know better. "Sun’s up," she said, afraid of asking the question she needed the answer to.

"Yeah," Kate agreed as she watched the dawn slowly spread across the New York skyline. Then she looked longingly into Olivia’s eyes. And then she smiled. "Good thing I’ve got night shift tonight."

The nervous knot in her chest broke and Olivia smiled in relief. "Good. Me too," she said before giving Kate a passionate kiss.

Kate kissed Olivia back, enjoying the feel of the other woman against her body. She broke the kiss before giving one of her partner’s large breasts a playful squeeze. "Rest first," she said with a wide smile, "Then we have to find someplace that delivers breakfast."

"Good," Olivia said as she wiggled around to get comfortable in the sheets, "I could use a lazy day in bed."

"Not to lazy," Kate added.

"Yes, officer," Olivia said playfully.

The End.

Celebrity Stories

Wed, 25 Oct 2017 06:51:21 UTC

The Lord of Hollywood

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not know Ariel Winter, Emma Watson, Krysten Ritter, Deborah Ann Woll, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Code: Rape, MMM/F, M/F, M/FF, F/F, Masturbation,

The Lord Of Hollywood
By Muhabba

They call it When The World Went White. A flash in the sky that covered the planet eliminating the world’s electricity and leaving barbarism in it’s place. Warlords arose and carved out their own fiefdoms, territories, and kingdoms through bloody violence. His name is Dirk, traveling the lands of California looking for a place to finally put aside his guns and sword and rest. His companion, Ariel Winter, follows him on his adventures as they struggle to survive in the new, bloody world.


The sun beat down on Ariel’s skin like a torch. Sweat gleamed on her tan flesh and rolled down her body to soak into her leather coverings. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand as she looked around at where they were. The desert surrounding them looked like every inch of desert they had traveled through since leaving the last town. They hadn’t been able to take much in the way of supplies with them having had to leave in quite a bit of hurry which totally wasn’t her fault. When was the last time somebody had a bowl of apples anyway?

Since the world had Went White, Ariel was sure that the sun was getting hotter or, at least, that was what it felt like to her. She adjusted her fur covered top that barely covered her ample chest. Of all the things she missed since the world had ended, right now she missed sports bras the most. Her soft abdomen was completely exposed due to the fact she had left most of her clothes back in town and the sweat rolling down her stomach was soaking into her leather skirt and making her chaff. Her knee high leather boots were frayed and uncomfortable and she began wishing she had paid more attention to her old wardrobe assistant back on her TV show. Back when she had been a person. Back when she had been Ariel Winter, costar of Modern Family.

“I’m hot and I’m tired and my feet hurt and I wanna rest,” Ariel whined as she leaned against her walking stick. It was actually more of a staff, nearly six feet tall and covered with bits of ribbon and cloth of various colors she liked and thought made the ugly stick look pretty. She had gotten used to smacking people on the heads when she needed to run and she liked her stick very much. It was her best friend, especially considering her traveling companion.

Ariel saw Dirk swing his head back a little as he grunted. “Shouldn’t have lost our clothes back there then,” he said and she stuck her tongue back at him. It was the most he had said to her since their escape but considering how much he usually talked it was pretty much more than he usually said for a whole week. She didn’t know what he did before the world Went White but she suspected that what ever he had been, it couldn’t have involved much speech making. Or talking to people. Or talking.

“Were you a librarian?” Ariel asked. It was a game with them, well, mostly her but she had gotten him to agree to answer her if she guessed what he had done back before the planet had gone to shit. She hadn’t guessed right yet and based on his noncommittal grunt she had guessed wrong again. She wiped the sweat from her wide expanse of cleavage and noticed an odd odor. Lifting her arm up she sniffed her armpit and gagged. “Oh my God! I stink too!” she yelled with disgust.

Dirk grunted again by way of reply but didn’t say anything else which just made Ariel madder. “It’s okay for you, you’re just sitting up on a horse. I’m the one that has to walk everywhere!” she yelled at him defiantly, “Why can’t I have a horse or at least let me ride with you?”

“Horses are expensive,” Dirk said matter of factly, “And this horse don’t like you.”

Ariel huffed in frustration and stamped her foot in anger sending a jiggling wave through her exposed cleavage. “That’s so unfair,” she mumbled to herself as she followed behind Dirk. Her eyes were drawn to him and it was easy to understand why, he was gorgeous. He stood at over six feet tall with shaggy blond hair, broad shoulders, a muscular body, great arms, muscular thighs and legs, and was just an all around bad-ass. His six shooter rode low on his hip and his sword was hung on his back but Ariel knew that he had a second clip on his belt to hang the sword on. His leather pants were tight and made his ass look like it should be in an oil painting or something. She had hit on him numerous times before and he always turned her down preferring to keep their relationship professional but as she felt her nipples tighten at the thought of him above her and in her with the stars over head she knew she had it in her to wear him down eventually.

“The only reason the horse doesn’t like me is because you, like, told it to not like me or something,” Ariel complained as she slouched along behind Dirk. It was just her luck, really. First she had discovered a new found confidence in her overly developed body just before turning eighteen, then the skies all over the world had turned white plunging the planet into a feudal hell-scape, and now she couldn’t even get laid with one of the last men on earth. “I’m sooo thirsty,” she whined.

As they reached the top of a hill, Ariel looked back at the setting sun. “Hey. What’s that?” she asked pointing back at the way they had come.

“It’s a spring,” Dirk said without even bothering to look back.

“Oh my God! Like with water and stuff?” Ariel asked with her hands clasped to her impressive chest.

Sensing Ariel had stopped, Dirk clicked his horse around and looked at her. “Forget it. It’s too open. We’d be seen,” he said sternly.

Ariel looked back at Dirk with wide, dark, hopeful eyes. “So, like, we can’t spend the night but we could stop at least. Refill the old canteens and what not. Let your stupid, hateful horse get a drink. Right?”

Dirk rolled his eyes and tried not to let the frustration he was feeling enter his voice. She was a nice kid but still young and nobody was needier than a teenage girl as far as he was concerned. “The horse ain’t hateful, he’s smarter than you think. He just ain’t forgot what you did to him when you two first met,” he said.

“That was not my fault,” Ariel said defensively, “And maybe I could make it up to him by getting him a drink?”

Dirk sighed in frustration. “We ain’t staying,” he warned. “You get yourself a drink, get the horse a drink, brush him down. I’ll see if I can spot some game, maybe scare us up some fresh dinner for when we do stop tonight,” he said in the tone of a man that expected his orders to me carried out to the letter.

Ariel jumped up and down in glee, not even Dirk failing to notice how her voluptuous body jiggled, before coming to attention and giving him a mock salute. “Sir, yes, sir,” she said before skipping away towards the spring.

When Dirk finally caught up to Ariel he gave her the reins to the horse that she had immediately forgotten. “Don’t go wandering off. Keep an eye open. Stay out of the open. Always be prepared,” he told her with a small jab of his finger to her chest.

“You worry too much,” Ariel said as she took the reins and led the horse down to the spring as Dirk took off at a jog to try and catch them their night’s meal. The spring was nestled inside of a deep crater with scrub brush surrounding it. The natural rock formation kept it hidden from the trail which is how she had missed it the first time and she couldn’t even see the trail from where she was. “Yeah, we are so perfectly safe here,” she told the horse as she patted it affectionately on it’s rear-end. The horse’s head flipped back and it’s teeth snapped together as it tried to bite her and she squeaked in surprise.

Ariel shooed at the horse’s head as it turned around and started drinking from the spring. “The only reason you don’t have a name yet is because Dirk won’t let me call you ‘Asshole’,” she grumbled under her breath. She stepped away several feet from the thirsty animal and filled up the canteens and water skins, keeping an eye on the horse to make sure it didn’t get to close and get it’s horse slobber in her water. Next she brushed the horse down as best as she could, or rather as much as it would let her, and then sat down next to the water to take her boots off.

Dipping her feet in the cool water, Ariel moaned in relief. “That feels soooo good,” she groaned before looking over at the still drinking horse. “You are so lucky you don’t have real feet,” she told him as she reached down and massaged her aching feet. The water was cool and crystal clear as she ran her wet hand up her smooth, tired calves. She noticed her strange odor and sniffed under her armpits again, her face screwing up in disgust. “Oh this is ridiculous,” she told the horse, “It’s not like we’re in a hurry to get any where,” she muttered.

In a flash, Ariel was stripped naked and wading out into the cool water. The pool only came up to just below her fleshy ass leaving her completely exposed but she wasn’t worried, the only person she saw was the horse. She bent over with her thick ass pointed back at the bank of the pool and cupped her hand, bringing the cool water up to her impressive chest and letting it roll down her body. The cool water quickly brought her dark nipples to full hardness and caused her to giggle out as the water tickled her naked body.

The nubile girl covered her entire luscious body in the cool water, bringing goosebumps all over her exposed flesh. She rinsed off as best she could, first cleaning under her arms and then lifting each large breast up to wash underneath and letting them fall back down. Each firm orb jiggled wildly for a moment before returning to their natural shape as she continued cleaning down her exposed skin until she reached the juncture between her thick thighs. She cleaned herself as best she could between her legs, a coy smile forming on her lips as her fingers slid across her suddenly warm pussy. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, thinking over her options, where she was, how much time she had left before Dirk would be back, when the last time she actually saw another living person besides Dirk. She looked over at the horse ignoring her as it ate the grass around the pool and came to a decision. “Fuck it. A girl needs some alone time,” she said to herself.

Ariel found a broad, exposed rock, warm to the touch having absorbed the California sun all day, and laid down flat on her back. She gripped each of her large tits in her hands, squeezing them playfully and smiling to herself as she began teasing her hard nipples, twisting the hard nubs and rolling them between her fingertips. She kneaded her firm orbs until her warm flesh was oozing between her outspread fingers, her nipples scrapping against her palms as she giggled girlishly to herself. Her breathing became short and ragged as she molested her chest, her back arching as she filled her palms with her warm, voluminous tits.

One of Ariel’s hands traveled down her overly developed body, over her soft stomach to the now burning juncture of her thighs. Her fingers danced between her legs, toying with her plump pussy-lips and bringing a groan of lust from her lips. She slid her middle finger between her labia, teasing her horny hole as her clit slid from it’s sheath and she rolled her wide hips up to meet her questing hand. Her other hand released her tit and joined the other between her outspread legs, two fingers sliding up and down on either side of her sizzling little clit as she slowly slid her middle finger into her wet pussy. She gasped out in pleasure, her eyes closed in bliss, her head thrown back as she enjoyed the way her fingers were making her feel. She continued rocking her hips up to meet her fingers, fucking herself as her horny body writhed in ecstasy, her orgasm already beginning to rise.

A loud scrape drew Ariel’s attention and she opened her eyes to see a dirty, well worn boot next to her head. She followed the boot up to a pair of ratty, ill-worn jeans, a gunman’s belt holding a old six-shooter, a ragged button up shirt that had probably started life as a white dress shirt, and a old, wrinkled face with a wicked smile and long, dirty hair. Embarrassment crept over her at first, her fingers still buried between her legs before she realized what was happening.

“Don’t stop on my account,” the dirty old man chuckled.

Ariel screamed in fright, pulling her hands away from her sticky pussy, and tried to roll away from the man but found another pair of boots blocking her path. She looked up at the second man, dressed in similar, grubby fashion as the first and possibly even uglier. She screamed again and tried to crab walk down the large stone to the water but both men simply laughed and yanked her back up from the water.

“Don’t leave yet, little one,” the second man said as he and his partner threw the girl back down onto the ground.

“Came lookin’ for a horse and found ourselves a porn star,” a third voice called out from behind Ariel.

Ariel tried to scream but the breath was knocked out of her as the three men jumped on top of her. Their grungy hands crawled over her body, squeezing and pinching her skin, groping and kneading her flesh as she tried to call out. One of the men grabbed her arms and yanked them above her head, pulling her large, wobbling tits up high and tight on her chest. Another man crawled between her legs, spreading them wide as he began unfastening his jeans. And the third man sat up on his knees next to her head, his pants already undone and his rapidly hardening prick in his hands. She tried to scream again before the third man shoved his half-hard cock in her mouth, plugging her scream.

The man fucking the young girl’s mouth grinned wildly, a string of drool escaping from his mouth. “Fuuuuck she got a pretty mouth, Jeb,” he giggled as her lips slid back and forth across his shaft and her tongue wiggled back and forth along the side of him. He held her head up with one of his dirty hands while he began squeezing one of her large tits with the other. “And what a pair of udders she got,” he said as he viciously pinched her nipple.

The man between the girl’s thighs squeezed his cock into her tight hole, groaning in pleasure as her wet, hot pussy parted around him. “Damn, her pussy’s just about the best I ever had, Glen,” he said with a deep chuckle. He buried himself balls deep inside of her, his bloated sack resting on her compacted ass before he pulled himself out and back in again. He started fucking her roughly, her entire body jiggling beneath him, making her gag around Glen’s cock in her mouth with every thrust. “You doin’ alright up there, Dave?” he chuckled as he roughly fucked the helpless girl.

“Fuck you both and hurry up,” Dave growled, “I want my turn.” He held the girl’s wrists together with one hand while using his other one to undo his pants, his cock already hard and aching in his pants.

Glen’s swinging ball sack smacked wetly against the young girl’s cheek as he fucked her mouth. He held her head up by her dark hair, slipping his cock as deep inside of her throat as he could, choking her with his length. Her throat convulsed around his shaft as he continued plunging in and out of her, barely giving her anytime to breath as he raped her beautiful face.

With no other choice except to choke and die, Ariel sucked the man’s cock in her mouth, timing his thrusts so that she could grab a quick breathe every time he pulled back. She used her tongue on him to move his shaft around her mouth to keep it from blocking her air supply, angry that whatever she did to him so that she could breath was probably making it seem she was actually participating in her own rape. But she was trapped and all she could do was wait.

The man between her legs, Jeb she thought his name was, was banging against her to the point she thought he was going to pop her legs out of their sockets. She tried to roll her hips away from him, to get some relief from the pressure and pain but every time she moved he just moved with her, his prick trapping her against the rock with every thrust. Her masturbating had made her wet and slick for him, giving him easy access to her vulnerable body, making it easier for him to rape her, to use his body however he wanted. There was nothing she could do but wait.

“I’m gettin’ ‘bout tired of waiting,” Dave whined as his two friends enjoyed just about everything the young girl had to offer. His dick was already out of his pants, ready to go. All he had to do was wait for an open hole.

“You ever think maybe the sound of your voice ain’t exactly gonna help speed things along?” Jeb said with a wolfish grin. He grabbed the young girl by her ankles, holding her stubby legs wide open for him, allowing him to fuck her even deeper, her whole body writhing beneath him. Her pussy was tight, wet, and gushing juices. He could hear her panting around Glen’s cock in her mouth as she got ready to cum. He had no doubt it had nothing to do with him, it was all biology and the fact she had just about been cumming when she had first noticed him. But her cunt fluttering around him still felt about as good as heaven to him.

Ariel’s eyes flew open as her body betrayed her and she came. Her pussy clamped down on the cock penetrating her, rippling around it, trying to milk it of it’s cum. She could feel her juices gushing out of her, spilling onto the ground, puddling around her ass. Her entire body shook and shuddered as she tried to scream out in forced pleasure around the cock in her mouth, gagging around it as it relentlessly continued plunging in and out of her.

“F,u,u,u,u,c,k,” Jeb stuttered as he came, filling the young teen girl’s tight cunt with about three months of his thick seed. It had been a long time between whorehouses and this little teenage girl was just about the hottest piece of ass he had slipped into in quite a good while.

“Sweet Jesus!” Glen gasped as he came, his cum shooting straight down the young girl’s throat. She began choking immediately around his cock, stimulating him even more as he drained his balls into her mouth. He pulled his prick out and rubbed it around her face, giggling like a schoolgirl as he made her sticky with his seed. He looked up at Dave and sneered. “Guess it’s your turn. You want heads or tails?” he said and laughed.

Jeb joined in as he pulled his soft cock out of the girl’s tight pussy. “Heh, sorry about that, Dave. Guess you’re just gonna have to make due,” he said with a chuckle.

Dave threw the girls hands down and she immediately curled up in a ball, coughing up Glen’s cum. “That ain’t funny, guys,” he whined as he watched the semen dripping out of the girls mouth onto her tits as well as out of her pussy and over her asshole, “Where am I gonna stick it now?”


Dave’s head lifted off of his shoulders and arced through the air leaving a trail of scarlet droplets falling behind him, twinkling in the failing sunlight like fireworks.

“The fuck…!” Jeb managed to blurt out before a sound like thunder echoed through the desert and his eye exploded though the back of his head.

Before Dave’s head had a chance to land, Glen rolled back, feeling a bullet slide right past his cheek before he had fallen on his bare ass. His pants were around his thighs so it was easy to pull his gun but before he could raise it a sword pierced his chest, pinning him to the stone. As his vision started to blur and darkness crept in around him, he looked up at the man who had killed him. “The fuck are you…?” he gasped before dying.

“Don’t reckon it matters much now,” Dirk said as he stood up protectively over Ariel’s gasping body. “You okay?” he asked the flushed girl with something like real concern in his voice.

Ariel looked up at Dirk, a sheen of sweat covering his muscular arms as his eyes peered out around them. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, every inch the hero. Even despite everything that had happened to her over the last few minutes she found herself drawn to him. How could she not love him? “I’m… I’m fine,” she muttered.

Dirk took one last look over the naked girl before sheathing his sword and holstering his gun. “Get cleaned up, get your clothes back on and get your shit packed up,” he said as he walked to his horse, “This spring is known so there must be a settlement nearby, we can’t stay here.”

Standing up Ariel glared angrily at Dirk’s horse. “And a fat lotta good you were,” she growled a the beast.

“Don’t be like that,” Dirk said, “Who do you think brought me back here?”

Ariel glared at the beast before huffing and shrugging in surrender sending a ripple through her abundant breasts. She turned around and began gathering her things as she muttered, “Still don’t like ‘em.”


The sun glaring in her eyes woke Ariel up. She sat up in her sleeping bag and looked around the campsite. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and saw that Dirk was already up and ready for the day. He’d used the last of the jerky to make sandwiches with the last of the bread and had set one aside for her along with a cold cup of coffee. "Can’t we at least make a small fire to warm the coffee?" she whined.

"Nope," Dirk said simply as he sat on her haunches and stared off into the distance, "Those corpses we left have attracted buzzards and from a distance, folks looking at them will notice the smoke from a campfire. Wouldn’t be to hard to put together who left the bodies and if folks go looking for the bodies they’re gonna find us."

Ariel rolled her eyes. "You are the light and rainbow of California, Dirk," she mumbled as she scooted out of her bag. "Is there at least a little water left? I still feel icky where those guys tried to rape me," she wondered as she began straightening up he area.

"Nope," Dirk said without inflection, still on his hunches and still staring off into the distance, "Last of it went into the coffee."

"Rather have the water," Ariel mumbled as she finished rolling up her gear into her bag. She looked around at their pitiful campsite and sighed in despair. "Suppose that’s the last of the food," she grumbled as she sat down and poked pitifully at her small sandwich and cold coffee.

"Yep," Dirk answered plainly.

Ariel sighed again but when Dirk didn’t respond she began trying to chew the jerky sandwich making loud smacking noises before trying the coffee. Technically it was her fault they hadn’t had time to fill up all the water skins before playing water nymph and then getting attacked before Dirk had dragged her away from the spring but he had the good graces not to bring it up. The coffee was terrible and she made exaggerated gagging noises as she drank. When Dirk still didn’t respond she slapped her ample thighs dramatically. "You could at least pretend to be worried!" she growled at him, "We’ll probably starve to death around lunch time."

Dirk grunted with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Figured I’d just order a steak," he said matter of factly.

Ariel threw her hands up and groaned in frustration. "Good idea, we’ll just order ourselves a couple of steaks, maybe a side salad to go with ’em. ‘Excuse me Mister Scrawny Desert Jack-Rabbit, may we see a wine menu please?’" she mocked.

"I’d settle for a beer," Dirk said impassively.

Eyeing her travel companion, Ariel kept trying to chew her food. "And where are you going to get a beer at in the middle of the desert?" she mumbled around her food before trying to wash it down with her coffee.

Without answering, Dirk stood up and walked over to the sour young girl. He grabbed her pack and threw it over his horse before mounting up. The horse grunted, never making much noise whenever Dirk was in the saddle, as he nodded off into the distance. "Figure a town with it’s own spring would probably have a bar with beer," he said before clicking the horse forward.

Ariel managed to swallow her last bite with help from the last sip of the cold coffee before grabbing her staff and standing up. "What town?" she asked incredulously as she looked off into the horizon. Off in the distance, maybe an two hour walk, there were several billows of smoke rising up into the air. "Oh my God, civilization," she gasped in awe.

"I don’t know about all that," Dirk said.

With a straight march it took Dirk and Ariel nearly two hours to reach the edge of the town. Ariel was dragging her feet from exhaustion while Dirk scanned the surrounding area, his eyes taking in everything, his keen mind cataloging everything his eyes saw and his ears heard. Even Ariel’s groaning.

"I died," Ariel panted, "I died three hours ago, killed by the jerky sandwich and now I’m in hell. A long, hot, endless desert hell." Sweat ran down her voluptuous body, her shoulders were slumped and her dark hair was plastered to her head and hanging in her eyes.

"Could be worse," Dirk said out of nowhere. He had been quiet, as usual, since they had left their little, pathetic camp and these were the first words Ariel had heard from him all morning. "You haven’t been to Detroit lately," he finished.

"When were you in Detroit?" Ariel asked, astonished that Dirk had even said that much.

"Oh, awhile back," he answered before sliding off of the horse. He grabbed Ariel’s arm and brought her beside the horse with him, parallel to the town so they wouldn’t be seen or over heard to easily. "Remember, we never saw those men tried to rape you, never saw the spring. We just camped at that shitty, little nook and made it here," he warned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ariel said with a roll of her eyes as she drew her fingers over her lips like a zipper, "Mums the word. I know the drill, Dirk."

Dirk nodded at her before grabbing the horse’s reins and leading them into the town. The dusty town had a main entrance with two large buildings on either side and he made sure to make a note of their position in case it came in handy later. The building on the right side was a tack and feed store for the farmers trying to get something to grow in the hard dirt of the California desert while the building on the right was the animal stable. Leading the horse to the stable Dirk made them wait at the entrance to the barn where everybody could get a nice, calm look at him and his companion.

"Can I help you, stranger?" an older man said as he stepped from the shadows of the horse barn into the harsh daylight. The man was probably in his fifties wearing overalls with no shirt, a balding head and a graying beard.

"That depends on if you do much in the way of trading," Dirk said. He waited patiently for the old man to give him and Ariel the once over before he spoke again.

"Pretty much all we can do around here," the man said with a toothy grin. "No real city or towns around here when the world Went White so no money or anything left laying around. Hell, only reason this town is here at all is that it was a ranch for all the rich and famous to keep their horses. What ya interested in?" he asked with a nod towards the horse.

"Room and board for the horse," Dirk said easily, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, "And I don’t suppose you do much with the supply store there."

"Ha! They’re both mine," the man said, "I used to be the head ranch hand before everything went to shit. Wasn’t but a couple of days after It happened that folks started showing up looking for safety outta the cities so pretty much nothing changed for me here."

"Sounds like you got lucky," Ariel said and immediately regretted it. The old guy’s eyes crawled over her mostly bare body, lingering on her leather skirt and fur top. He licked his lips hungrily as he stared at her chest and she had to suppress a shudder of revulsion.

The old man’s eyes stayed locked in the young girl’s body as he spoke to her companion. "Now what was that you were saying about trade?" he asked.

Dirk glared at Ariel for interrupting and drawing the guys attention. Now he was going to have to barter for the horse and supplies and for the old guy to not to fuck Ariel. He casually took a step between the girl and horny old coot and while he didn’t reach for his gun he made sure the ranch hand could see it. "I got some supplies, ain’t doing me much good," he said keeping a nice, warm smile on his face.

The old man kept an eye on the young girl. It was obvious the man was protective of her but men could get desperate out in the desert. "What say the two of you follow me into my office and we can talk prices?" he said, nodding at the girl.

"Good idea," Dirk said before turning to Ariel. "Why don’t you head over to the store and see if they have anything you need, sweetie," he said through gritted teeth, "Maybe some candy or a toy or something."

Ariel immediately got the message, she had fucked up. "Sure thing, uh, pops," she said as girlishly as she could before trotting over to the other side of the street.

Dirk let the old man watch Ariel’s plentiful ass as she walked away before turning to him. "After you," he said, holding his arm out towards the entrance to the barn.

There was, of course, no candy in the store but Ariel really didn’t expect to find any. Not that she wouldn’t fuck the brains out of the first person to offer her a stick of gum since she hadn’t even heard of a spare piece of chocolate since the world went to hell. She hid behind the corner of the shop waiting for Dirk to step back out, completely oblivious to the stares her up-turned ass was getting from behind her. The wait seemed to take forever since she was hot, dirty, sweaty and had been on her feet for, like, ever. "Stupid horse," she muttered to herself, "Like to see it travel through the desert walking the whole way."

Walking out of the barn carrying the saddlebags, Dirk didn’t turn his head until he was at least thirty yards from the horny old man before looking back. He spotted Ariel and nodded her over, waiting impatiently for her to catch up.

"So, boss, how’s it go?" she asked hopefully.

"You may have to fuck him later," Dirk dead-panned before continuing down the main street of the town.

Ariel’s jaw hung open in shock as Dirk just continued walking. "No way! Eww! I’m not fucking that old coot just to get that horse some oats and a shady spot to sleep at night," she whined.

Dirk looked at the young girl as she pouted defiantly next to him and struggled to keep up. "Then maybe next time you should keep your damn mouth shut," he scolded her.

Ariel rolled her eyes. "So I’m to be seen but not heard? I don’t think so," she grumbled, "I got just as much right to talk as some horny old goat without having to fuck him for the privilege."

"That may be but it’s the thinking part you fucked up," he said sternly, "Think about it."

Glaring at Dirk, Ariel thought about what he could be talking about. She sighed heavily when she finally got it. "Keep him looking at the gold in your right hand while you slip him the bronze from your left hand." When she first met Dirk he had tried to teach her how to play cards. She had traveled around with more than a few people since the world Went White, mostly men, and mostly they just wanted to fuck her but Dirk, Dirk had immediately tried to teach her something. The first thing she had learned about cards was that she sucked at it, the second was always to bet on Dirk.

They had been in some shitty town just north of the boarder, Mexico trying to take back land after the United States had fallen, with no horse, no money, and three crates of stolen food when the authorities had caught them. Dirk had laid down the biggest trail of bullshit for the Mexican police to follow that she had ever heard and it had all come down to a couple of hands of Texas Hold ‘Em. Dirk was actually betting with the food they had stolen until it had gotten down to the last crate and then he had upped the ante. Strip Poker, featuring her of course.

All of the sudden Dirk was playing better, winning some, losing others, gaining back the food, and always keeping her on the verge of nudity. Dirk wasn’t playing cards he was playing the authorities, dangling her body out in front of them with one hand while taking back the food with the other. Eventually she was standing naked in the middle of a room full of horny Mexican soldiers while Dirk loaded the crates in a cart the Mexicans had been using for transport and that he had won The men had started for her until Dirk had intervened, they had played Strip Poker, not Fuck A Teenage Girl Poker after all. The Mexican Captain, or whatever, had looked around at them furiously. And then started laughing hysterically, talking to his men who started laughing with him at how well they had been swindled. And just like that, out of nothing but personal honor, they had let her and Dirk leave.

The Mexican authorities had kept her cloths just so they could watch her walk away naked but that wasn’t the moral of the story.

Ariel looked back up at Dirk and said, "Sorry. If I hadn’t butted in you could have kept him on your hook to haggle the money down, making him think he could have gotten a shot at me later by agreeing on less now."

Dirk grunted in agreement. "But know since he thinks your my daughter…"

"What kind of father would pimp out his daughter," Ariel finished for him.

Once again Dirk grunted in agreement.

Ariel walked next to Dirk silently thinking about how lucky she had been to find him and wondering why he bothered to keep her around anyway. She couldn’t cook, he was still teaching her how to make up a camp site, she slowed him down since she had to walk everywhere but she blamed the horse for being an asshole for that part, she couldn’t fight no matter how much she practiced with her staff, and she sucked at living rough. Suddenly the smell of charred meat cleared the depressing thoughts from her mind. "Soooo goooood," she moaned with almost sexual pleasure.

Dirk grunted again. "Steak."

It was every restaurant, salon, bar, and hotel she had ever seen in every western movie she had ever watched. They walked through the swinging doors, (that squealed when they swung!), and found an empty table. Ariel hadn’t seen a watch since It had happened but she guessed it must have been almost eleven. She thought about asking Dirk what time it was since he just seemed to know what time it was regardless of it being day or night but thought better of it. She had admitted being wrong once today already, better not let him get used to it.

Dirk walked up to the bar, talked to the youngish man behind the counter, and then walked back to a table with a beer and a water in his hands. "I’ll take a beer," Ariel chirped happily.

"You’ll see a beer when I see an ID," Dirk said.

Ariel pouted at Dirk as he took a long draw from his bottle. "Show you an ID when you get me some clothes with pockets," she mumbled.

"Buy your own or make your own, it’s up to you," Dirk said flatly before finishing the beer.

Which was another thing that infuriated the young, former celebrity, he’d die to keep her alive, give her enough food so as not to starve but if she wanted any more than just the bare essentials it was up to her. Like it would kill him to stitch her some pants that covered her ass completely. "You are buying me lunch, right?" she asked hopefully.

Dirk smirked, just a little, but Ariel would swear she saw it. "You had a rough couple of days, think you earned a meal and a bed," he said.

"Might be cheaper if we, you know, shared a bed," Ariel said coyly with her own smirk as she slid her hand over to Dirk’s.

Dirk moved his hand to grab his empty bottle to hold it up to the bartender. "Be cheaper if you paid for your bed as well," he grunted.

"Dammit," Ariel mumbled as she pouted, her arms crossed stiffly below her amazing chest, "Shoulda just fucked the old guy."

"May still have to," Dirk said offhandedly as the waitress walked up to the table.

"What can I get you two?" the waitress asked merrily. She stood at maybe just over five feet tall with iron gray hair and motherly hips. She wore a stained apron but her blouse and jeans underneath were clean and well mended. Dirk guessed that later on tonight, when the bar would be seeing more business than just the stove, she’d head back behind the bar to be replaced by a younger, fitter waitress. Probably a few of them

"Food and rooms," Dirk said with a polite nod of greeting.

"We can do that," the waitress said with a warm smile, "What can I get you on the food?"

"Steaks. Beer. Water," Dirk answered.

"And the rooms?" the waitress asked less warmly, more suspiciously.

From his saddlebags, Dirk pulled out two rolls an laid them flat on the table. "Ted in the horse barn is holding our gear as collateral ’til we leave but I got a one foot wide roll of bear hide taken from up near Old Seattle and two foot wide rolls of denim," he said with an almost bored expression like he and Ariel hadn’t been almost killed smuggling the denim from Las Vegas. He looked around suspiciously before motioning the waitress in closer. "And since I was raised to always tip a beautiful woman," he said with a toothy grin while pulling a small ring out of his pocket. It wasn’t a diamond but it glittered almost as brightly as the waitress’s eyes when she saw it, "Pure cubic zirconia."

The waitress blushed and actually held her hand to her chest as she looked at the ring. "Honey, three feet of denim and that ring’ll get you the weekend on the rooms of your choice and room services," she cooed.

Dirk smiled wickedly at the waitress as he slid the ring on her finger and Ariel could see the older woman’s eyes flutter as he did. "Deal," he said with a manly chuckle.

"Will you be wanting a male or female room?" the waitress asked staring at her new ring.

"I’ll take a female room," Dirk said with a leachous grin at the older woman which made Ariel cock her eyebrow at him.

"And your whatever?" the waitress asked waving her hand at Ariel while never breaking eye contact with her new ring.

"Girl, obviously," Ariel said with a note of anger along with her confusion. Not since she was twelve did she think it was possible for anyone to confuse her with a boy. She looked down at her abundant cleavage and then back at the waitress.

"I’ll go put your orders in," the waitress said, almost singing as she stumbled back towards the bar.

Dirk dropped his false pretense and simply stared out of the window of the saloon.

"A girl’s room?" Ariel asked suspiciously.

Dirk shrugged his shoulders. "Been a long trip."

When the food arrived Ariel practically inhaled it, barely touching her silverware. "Sooo goooood," she mumbled through her last mouthful. She reclined in her flimsy seat and belched loud enough to cause a couple of queer looks from some of the other customers. "Sorry," she mumbled weakly as she blushed.

Dirk hid his smile as he finished his meal much slower than his companion had. He laid his silverware down and wiped his mouth before stretching out and allowing himself to relax in his seat.

"Don’t suppose they have any dessert here, do they?" Ariel asked hopefully.

Frowning at Ariel, Dirk thought it over for a minute while the girl smiled sheepishly at him. "Suppose they might," he grumbled.

"Yea!" Ariel cheered girlishly as she clapped her hands. When the waitress came to take their plates Ariel asked her what was on the menu.

"Just about the best blueberry pie in California," the waitress said with pride.

Ariel looked over at Dirk who shook his head and she looked back at the waitress. "Great! Just send it to my room," she said happily.

"Will do," the waitress said before starting to write down the order, "One slice of pie, coming up."

"Not a slice," Ariel interrupted, "The whole pie. Just send up the whole pie."

The waitress cocked an eyebrow at the girl and then looked over at her strapping companion who just shrugged his shoulders non-committally. Turning back to the young girl she repeated the order, "So you want a whole pie, just for yourself, sent to your room?"

Ariel nodded her head in agreement. "And a fork please," she added cheerfully.

Shrugging her shoulders the waitress wrote down the order. "Your rooms are ready and I’ll send the pie up when it’s ready too,” she said.

"Yea!" Ariel cheered again as she practically jumped to her feet, her young, voluptuous body jiggling as she scurried to the stairs leading up to the rooms.

Dirk slowly followed Ariel upstairs and found her waiting for him in the hall. "I forgot to get my key," she said sheepishly.

Handing her the key he had gotten from the waitress, Dirk showed Ariel to her room before stepping in to his room next door to her own. He wasn’t surprised to see that he already had a visitor waiting for him. She was shorter than him with midnight black hair and a slender, willowy figure. She had large, sparkling eyes and a generous mouth with a sly smirk as she waited patiently for him to check around the room to see what was what, where it was, and where it might come and go.

The room was simple with just a bed, dressers, and a metal tub already filled with steaming water. The frame of the bed wasn’t high enough to hide a person underneath it and the window was locked from the inside. The only other piece of furniture was a wooden chair with an actual cushion and it was currently filled with several towels and washcloths.

"Is everything to your liking?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"About as good as it’s gonna get," Dirk said tersely as he began unbuckling his gun belt.

The woman’s simple, white dress flowed out behind her as she stepped forward and gripped Dirk’s wrists. "No, no. Let me," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "So what’s your name, stranger?" she asked with a musical tilt to her voice.

"Don’t suppose you need it," Dirk replied as the woman slipped his belt off of his pants and placed it next to him on the bed within easy reach if he wanted it. He took a second notice of the woman as she started removing the clips holding his sword to his pants.

"Ha!" the woman chuckled as she removed the man’s sword and laid it next to his gun, "I see that look in your eye. You think you’re the first gunman I’ve had through here, stranger."

"Guess not," Dirk grunted as she removed his shirt and folded it before putting it next to his weapons. She got down on her knees in front of him an began removing his boots and socks.

The woman stood up slowly, running her hands up the man’s legs until they reached the top of his pants. "They name’s Krysten by the way," she said as she unfastened his pants, "Krysten Ritter. You’ll be needing it later."

"That a fact?" Dirk said with a smirk, impressed with the woman’s confidence. She peeled his dusty pants down his legs and helped him step out of them leaving him completely naked.

Krysten once again stood up slowly, running her hands up the man’s muscular legs. "That is indeed a fact," she said with a smirk as she looked deep into his eyes. "Let’s get you clean," she said breathlessly as she wrapped her hands around his soft shaft and used it to lead him to the other side of the room and the tub.

When Ariel had entered her room she found that it was already occupied. "Oh, sorry. I thought this was my room," she said with an embarrassed smile before backing up.

"No, no. This is your room," the girl said with a British accent.

"Oh. Who are you then?" Ariel asked as she stepped in the room and closed the door behind her. The other girl was a little bit taller than her but most people were. The girl had chestnut colored hair and eyes and was wearing a simple, sleeveless white dress. She had a slim, willowy build with just a hint of her curves beneath the dress and was wearing a metal choker around her neck.

"I’m Emma," she said as she walked towards the other girl, "Emma Watson. And you are?"

"You’re shitting me," Ariel said with wide, shocked eyes. "I fuckin’ loved the Harry Potter movies!" she squealed.

"Thanks," Emma said with an embarrassed blush, "It seems like a lifetime ago."

"Tell me about it," Ariel agreed, "I used to have a TV show."

"Really? What a strange coincidence," Emma said, "Was it anything I might have see?"

"I doubt it," Ariel said with a second thought, "I don’t know if it ever made it to England. Hey, what are you doing here anyways?"

Emma sighed and sat down on the bed. "I was reading for a movie when… y’know, ‘It’ happened. I wasn’t even going to take the part. I was just doing it to have an excuse to visit L.A. for the weekend and now…" she let the sentence trail off.

"I understand," Ariel murmured as she sat down next to Emma and wrapped her arms around the other girl’s shoulders. "Have you tried to make it home yet?" she asked sweetly.

Emma sniffed, trying to hold back her tears. "Haven’t been able to get out of California. Hell, I only got out of L.A. just last year before… well, before working here," she said solemnly.

"Tell me about it," Ariel said with a roll of her eyes, "You wouldn’t believe half the places I’ve wound up in." She gave Emma a light hug before patting the British girl affectionately on the knee. "I’ve got an idea about what would cheer you up," she said with a dazzling smile.

Emma had heard this line before and steadied herself. "And what’s that?" she asked blankly.


Krysten ran her hands over the scars on the strangers chest as she slowly washed him, the steam from the bath making her dark hair frizz as she stared at his body with languid eyes. "You have quite the collection," she said in a husky, bedroom voice.

"I’ve seen worse," Dirk said as he relaxed as much as he figured was safe. He kept an eye on the woman’s hand, both because of where it could touch him in some very pleasurable places and because it would always dip below the water and come back up with a knife.

"Not nearly as many on your back, though," Krysten said as she ran the washcloth over her client’s broad shoulders. "You don’t run from much, do you?"

"Bum knee," Dirk said in his version of a joke.

"Ohhh, you poor old man," Krysten mocked as she ran the washcloth down the man’s scarred chest. When her hand reached below the warm water she let go of the cloth and gingerly gripped his cock and heard him give a quick inhale of breath. Smiling to herself in pride at getting a reaction out of the stoic man she gave his hardening prick a short twist. "This doesn’t feel too old yet," she said with a sarcastic chuckle, "This feels rather spry for such an obviously disabled man,’ she continued as he came to full hardness in her hand, "But then again, I wouldn’t want to accidentally break your hip."

Dirk smirked and accepted the woman’s dare. In a flash he gripped her under her arms and flipped her into the tub with him. She shrieked in surprise and then began laughing as her white dress became transparent, her small breasts and hard nipples clearly visible. He thrust himself between her legs, nudging her exposed pussy with his prick as he yanked her dress off and threw it across the room. He took a moment to stare at her petite tits before roughly nuzzling her cleavage, scrapping her sensitive skin with the stubble of his beard as she rocked herself against his shaft between her legs.

Krysten groaned as Dirk’s strong hands gripped her slender waist, holding her still as he thrust up between her thighs, spearing her with his prick. She was already wet for him, and tight, as he slid into her. He relaxed his hold on her body and let her slide down the length of him as his hands slid up to her chest and squeezed her small tits roughly. She groaned from deep in her slender chest, shoving herself down his shaft, pulling a grunt from him as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She thrust herself back and forth on his cock hard, making the water in the tub splash out as she rode him with enough force to push the tub across the floor.

With every grunt, moan and groan the stranger drew out of her, Krysten worked to draw twice as many from him. It was always like this with the men coming into town. Months could pass without them seeing another person, much less a female, and even though they might start softly or tentatively, the need would soon turn them into rutting animals. Except for this man below her. She had somehow known that he was starting out slow just to be polite, letting her take the lead at first until she could give a signal that she was ready. She threw her head back as he nursed hungrily at her tits, thrusting himself between her slender thighs driving her on to ride him hard and fast. His face stayed between her breasts as he hands slid down her back and gripped her taunt ass forcibly, possessively and she gasped out in animalistic need.

Dirk ran his hands between Krysten’s tight ass-cheeks, probing the puckered entrance to her ass to see how she might respond later. There’s no time to be gentle now, there is only the primal need to fuck, to cum. She shuddered against him as he probed her and he became hopeful for later as he sucked in as much of one of her breasts as he could, coming short of just biting her, leaving the print of his teeth on her pale flesh, marking her body as his property. Nearly all the water in the tub has splashed out now, the metal wash tub still scooting across the floor as they rutted. Suddenly his body seized as he came, his cock exploding inside of her, filling her with his hot seed.

As Krysten felt the stranger erupt inside of her she came with him, her cunt clamping down on his thick, veiny shaft, milking him dry as she growled and held him to her chest. Her body twitched and shuddered with the strength of her orgasm, rocking the metal tub until it fell over, dumping them onto the wet floor. Their bodies stayed locked together, her legs around his thighs, his hands holding onto her ass, her arms locked around his head as they ride out their orgasms like bucking broncos.

As their bodies begin to relax, Dirk slowly released Krysten’s body as he rolled onto his back. "That was… That was really something, Krysten," he mumbled as he stared blankly up at the ceiling.

Getting comfortable on her stomach, Krysten folded her arms beneath her chin and looked over at the stranger with a wide, knowing smile on her lips. "Told ya you were going to need my name," she smirked.

"What was that?" Emma asked, her voice filled with worry.

Ariel cocked an ear before turning her attention back to the washcloth. "Sounds like Dirk found a girlfriend," she said off-handedly before lifting one of her legs out of the water and rubbing her washcloth up from her thigh to her ankle.

Emma was kneeling beside the metal tub holding a wet cloth that was dripping onto her dress. "Is he… Do you think… He wouldn’t hurt her…?"

"Dirk? No way," Ariel said simply as she continued washing herself. Despite her voluptuous figure she was still quite small and the tub left her completely submerged up to her chin except for the occasional breast floating up, breaking the surface, and then submerging, slipping back under the water. "I’ve seen him blow all his money on entire weekends spent in a bordello before but he’s never forced a woman to do anything," she said.

Sighing sadly, Emma turned back to Ariel. "Stop that," she snapped before slapping Ariel’s hand and taking the washcloth from her, "That’s my job." She ran the cloth up the plump girls legs slowly until she reached her feet. She began trying to wash the girl’s feet by Ariel kept giggling and wiggling her foot and toes. "Stop that," Emma giggled, "I’m trying to work here."

Ariel tried to keep still as she kept laughing. "I can’t help it, Mary Poppins, you’re tickling me!" she giggled.

"Mary Poppins!" Emma squealed with a mock angry face as she dropped the washcloth, "I’ll show you tickling." She began running her fingers up Ariel’s side causing the American girl to shriek with laughter, the water splashing out of the tub and quickly turning her dress transparent. She tickled the younger actress across her soft stomach, Ariel’s body thrashing around and her laughter joining with Emma’s, echoing off the walls as the water splashed to the floor. The more voluptuous girl’s breasts sloshed wildly in the bath as her legs kick out and she struggled to tickle Emma back but the British former actress hid behind the thin, metal of the tub as her questing hands continued crawling over the other girl’s jiggling body.

Squealing with glee, Ariel struggled to reach over the sides of the tub to tickle Emma back but her thick, wet ass kept sliding across the wet bottom of the wash tub. "No fair! No fair!" she laughed as she continued to struggle and thrash around, her large chest throwing out the water and splashing the British girl in the face, swinging out in wide arcs.

Emma quickly pulled her face back before one of Ariel’s wet, gleaming breasts could slap her. "No fair!" Emma squealed back.

"Ha, ha, ha!" Ariel laughed, "Sorry."

"I’ll show you sorry," Emma laughed and began tickling Ariel around and under her swaying breasts. Her hands crept up and down the American girl’s from her side to up under her flaying arms and back again making her laugh hard enough to lose her breath. She slipped her hands across Ariel’s wet flesh, tickling her everywhere as they laughed hysterically. Her fingertips crawled across the other girl’s large, wobbling tits and caused her to huff for breath and then squeak with surprise as Emma playfully pinched one of her nipples.

"Oh no you didn’t," Ariel huffed in mock anger.

"Oh yes I did," Emma huffed back in pride before pinching Ariel’s nipples again. Both girls started squealing again as Emma playfully began pinching Ariel’s large, fleshy breasts and the American girl struggled against her while sliding deeper into the tub.

As Ariel continued to struggle and laugh, she began panting with exertion, her chest heaving as she fought to get a deep breathe. Emma’s hands continued to wander over her body, pinching her chest as her nipples hardened. As the British girl’s hands continued to slip and slide over her naked body, Ariel’s giggles slowly grew quieter as her breathing became louder, more ragged. A blush slowly crept over her wet, naked body, her thick thighs rubbing together as she managed to get a hold of the sides of the tub. She didn’t try to move herself out of the tub as she straightened up, planting her knees against the far side of the tub, she only opened her thighs slightly and let Emma’s hands continue running across her body.

Emma couldn’t tell exactly when the situation changed but she recognized it as Ariel held herself up on the sides of the tub, relaxed her body, opened her legs as she braced her feet against the sides of the tub and started looking up at her expectantly. Both of them were panting for breath, their gasps filling the room as one of her hands crawled slowly up to Ariel’s large chest. As her hand reached one of the girl’s heaving breasts Emma bent over the side of the tub as Ariel leaned up. They kissed deeply, their tongues frantically wrestling in their mouths as she lovingly stroked the American girl’s tit, running her thumb over the hard nipple as they both moaned passionately.

Ariel tried to move her hand up to cup Emma’s beautiful face but she slipped and had to hold back on. She was afraid that she may have broken whatever spell was working through them but the former actresses continued kissing as the older one continued stroking her breast. She mewled in need and felt Emma smirk through the kiss before squeezing her a bit more roughly and pressing down on her nipple harder with her thumb. Her eyes flutter as Emma’s tongue explored her mouth and as the British girl slowly released her tit and began moving her hand down her shivering body.

There was just enough water in the tub to hide Ariel’s groin as Emma slipped her hand below the water line. Her middle finger lightly explored the American girl’s plump pussy, parting her slit and rubbing up and down between her labia. Ariel moaned lustfully into her mouth and tried to move again, slipping down in the tub almost farther than Emma could reach. "Just relax," she whispered sweetly, "Let me make you feel good." The other former actress just nodded dumbly up at her with wide eyes as Emma toyed lightly with her clit. She patted her moist pussy-lips again, just nudging against the pink entrance to her pussy as her fingers danced across her skin.

Unconsciously rolling her hips up to meet Emma’s questing finger, Ariel whispered a plea to the British girl, "Please." Emma just smiled warmly at her and she melted with the smile as Emma slowly penetrated her needy pussy. Of course Emma would take care of her, it was ridiculous of her to think otherwise and her whole body seemed to melt against Emma’s lovely finger. She groaned out and wished she could kiss the British girl some more but she had sank too far into the tub and didn’t want to risk moving again, it seemed she was in the perfect position for what Emma was doing to her. All she could do was stare down the length of her naked, panting body as Emma’s finger disappeared between her trembling thighs.

Emma slowly slid her finger as deep into Ariel’s plump body as she could and let it rest there as her other fingers stroked the burning flesh around the American girl’s pussy. The other girl made an odd sound somewhere between the needy mewl of a kitten and the lustful groan of a grown woman. She slid her ring finger into Ariel’s pussy to join her middle finger, leaving them both still as she slowly circled the girl’s clit with her thumb. She slowly began pumping her fingers in and out of the dark haired girl’s body, Ariel rolling her hips up to meet her fingers as she slowly slid farther down into the tub.

As Ariel slid lower, Emma had to stretch her arms out longer until she couldn’t penetrate the American girl as deeply as they both wanted. "Why don’t we move to the bed," the British former actress said with a knowing smirk.

"Oh yes please," Ariel agreed with an enthusiastic nod of her head. She let Emma help her out of the tub and then they both held hands as they walked to the bed. They didn’t speak as they reached the foot of the bed, Ariel just lifted Emma’s dress up over her head and then threw it haphazardly over her shoulder. Both girls embraced the other, their lips meeting and their pink tongues caressing the other.

Both former actresses laid down on the bed, their arms holding one another tight as they continued to kiss, moaning into each others’ mouths. Their hands roamed over their bodies, lightly caressing their naked, heated flesh. They writhed together, rubbing themselves against the other as they held themselves tightly. Emma broke the kiss first, licking and nibbling down to Ariel’s large chest, her moist tongue sliding over the firm, wobbling orbs. The British girl sucked one of the American girl’s hard little nipples into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue as she fondled the other large tit.

Ariel positioned them around until they were both on their sides, their faces buried between each other’s thighs. She used her fingers to hold open Emma’s dewy pussy-lips, licking the other girl’s tart juices as she stroked her plump labia. She licked from the British girl’s sensitive taint to her already hard clit, circling the nub with her tongue before using it to circle the entrance to Emma’s tight, wet pussy.

In the next room, Dirk sat on his bare ass on the floor at the foot of the bed with Krysten just as naked in his arms. His arms were wrapped around her shoulders, one hand lightly toying with one of her small breasts. She looked over her shoulder at him with her usual smirk. "Guess you made me something of a mess to clean up," she said with mock anger.

Dirk looked from her face to the giant puddle of soapy water and then back at Krysten. "’Fraid so," he grunted.

Krysten could feel the man’s semi-erect cock pressed against her lower back and wiggled against it. "I suppose I should get to work," she said slyly before pulling out of the stranger’s arms and crawled on her hands and knees towards the puddle. She remembered the feel of his fingers playing across her ass when they were having sex and knew what he wanted from her next. And with what he was paying for the room he could pretty much have whatever he wanted.

Dirk watched Krysten’s ass sway back and forth as she slinked away, her pink pussy peeking out from the gap in her thighs and her wrinkled asshole practically winking at him. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a different wink as she wiggled her back-side and began crawling away again. With a low grunt he got to his feet and walked over to Krysten’s up-turned, shapely ass, his hardening cock swinging between his legs as it grew to full mast.

Squeaking in mock surprise, Krysten pretended to try and pull away as he gripped her hips. He shuffled around as he got on his knees behind her and she giggled as he yanked her against his groin, his hard prick resting between her ass-cheeks. He rubbed against her as his hands slid to her chest and squeezed her petite tits. He practically growled as his hands returned to her ass, his thumbs probing against her wrinkled hole and she groaned in appreciation, arching her back and stretching like a cat. One of his thumbs probed her before he pulled it away and probed her with his other thumb. He switched thumbs again, working her tightest hole like a piston using the water and her own juices to push deeper and deeper into her ass.

Slipping his throbbing prick down below Krysten’s tight ass, Dirk slid his cock back and forth over her plump, slick pussy and over her hard, little clit as he continued plumbing her tight ass. When he managed to fit both thumbs inside of her heart shaped rear he rested them inside, stretching her wider to fit his prick. Keeping his thumbs inside of her ass he slid his cock up to the entrance he had created and with just a small shove he slipped the head of his cock inside of her as he pulled his thumbs out. He grunted in satisfaction as she mewled in desire for him and he rested himself just barely inside of her.

"Mmm… do it," Krysten grunted, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass." She looked over her shoulder at him, her usual smirk replaced with intensity. "You know you want it. You’ve wanted it since you got in that tub," she growled. She was amazed at the masterful way he had opened her up to him, most of her customer simply shoving themselves against her until they got gold or came.

"F- f- f- fuck," Dirk groaned. He had never been the most verbose of men, especially after the world Went White but something about this woman was inspiring him. He’d never be a poet but the feel for Krysten wrapped around his cock made him consider the possibility. He pushed himself in slowly, relishing the feel of her ass parting around him. She keened softly, her voice slowly growing louder the deeper as he slide into her with one, slow, insistent push, never relenting. As he bottomed out inside of her he gripped her hips tightly, holding her against him as sweat dripped down both of their bodies.

"Mmm, that feels good, daddy," Krysten said as she twisted her hips, her ass sliding up and down the stranger’s cock just a fraction as she smiled to herself. If there was one thing she knew it was how to spur a man on.

Growling, Dirk’s grip on Krysten’s slender hips tightened as he pulled back an inch and thrust himself back in hard, the flesh of her hips rippling as he slammed against them with a wet slap. He began fucking her hard and deep, both of them grunting in pleasure as she rocked herself back against him. The sounds of their lust echoed through the room syncing with the slaps of their flesh. He fucked her ass with the same intensity she was fucking his cock. Her hair whipped around violently, droplets of water mixed with their sweat splattering around the room.

Krysten’s nails dug furrows in the wooden floor as she felt her body tightened like a spring in a clock. Her small tits jiggled wildly beneath her, water being flung from her hard nipples, her eyes clenched tightly, her smile wide with satisfaction. Her toes began to curl as her orgasm rose up inside of her, her moans growing louder until she was crying out in pleasure as she came.

Dirk groaned as Krysten’s tight ass gripped him like an angry fist. He buried himself to the hilt inside of her as he came with even more intensity than the last time. His cock flooded her twitching body, spilling out from around the seal of her ass around his cock, mixing with her own gushing juices as they dripped to the floor.

As Dirk and Krysten slipped bonelessly to the floor, Ariel slid her pinky into Emma’s tight ass. The British girl cooed into Ariel’s dripping pussy and tightened her thighs around the dark haired girl’s head. Emma mirrored Ariel by slipping her own pinky into the American girl’s fleshy ass, sliding it in and out as she circled Ariel’s clit with her tongue.

Ariel cooed into Emma’s cunt as she slid her pinky in and out of the British girl’s heart shaped ass and circled Emma’s clit with her tongue. With her tongue busy with the British former actress’s clit, Ariel slipped two fingers into Emma’s pussy causing the Harry Potter star to groan out lustfully.

As Emma groaned out she slipped two fingers into Ariel’s sopping cunt causing the American girl to moan out in pleasure with her. They both set a pace with their fingers and tongues that had them both panting and groaning in pleasure, humping up against each other’s eagerly lapping faces as their orgasms rose up inside of their naked bodies. They both cried out in unison as they come together, their tart juices covering the mouths and soaking into the mattress. They held each other tightly on their sides until their quivering thighs relaxed and they each rolled on their backs panting in spent lust.

"Oh wow," Ariel sighed contentedly.

"You can say that again," Emma said with a groan.

"Oh wow."

"Will that be all?" Krysten asked, her sly smirk back on her lips as she pulled her dress on.

"Reckon that’ll be it for now," Dirk said with his own sly smirk. Laying naked on the bed he stretched contentedly as he watched Krysten get dressed. He looked at her body hungrily as she covered up and stood at the foot of the bed.

Krysten stood with her hand in her hip as she looked down at the stranger. "I’ll be your personal companion while you’re in town so just give me a ring if you need… anything," she said, emphasizing the last word.

"Oh I certainly will," Dirk said with a tired sigh, "Think I’ll need some rest first."

Smiling in pride at a job well done, Krysten picked up the towels she had used to clean up the water and head to the door. "And if you need some company through the night I available for that too," she said breathlessly.

"Sleep first," Dirk said with a chuckle as he allowed himself to sink into the pillow. He snuggled into bed as Krysten closed the door and he listened to her walk down the hall. When he heard her start down the stairs his face lost the look of contentment as he noiselessly stood up. He passed over to his pants and quickly pulled them on before reaching into the pockets and pulling out some bent push-pins. He walked to the windows and stuck two needles into each of the window sills and against the window itself. The pins would do nothing to keep the windows from being opened but if someone tried one of two things would happen. If he was out of the room when someone opened the window the pins would leave a small scratch on the wood but if he was in the room the pins would make just enough noise to get his attention.

When he was finished with the windows he reached into his pocket again and pulled out a rubber band. He walked to the closed door and placed a pin up by the top hinge before stretching the rubber band from the pin to the hinge. Now, when ever he came into the room he could see the rubber band through the gap between the door and the door way. If anybody opened the door to far, the rubber band would relax and fall noiselessly and he would know it when he checked the gap and the pin was gone. He patiently went around the room checking every single nook, crack, cranny, and panel of wood for a secret door but found nothing. Standing in the middle of the room, double checking everything he hoped that Ariel remembered everything he had taught her about safety and security when in a new place.

Dipping her fork into the flaky crust, Ariel cooed as she dipped up a much to large bit of pie. "Soooo goooood," she moaned before opening her mouth wide and taking her bite. Naked on her stomach with her feet in the air as she chewed, she handed the fork to Emma, equally naked in her stomach with her feet in the air.

"I know, right," Emma said before she took the fork and got her a, much smaller, bite of pie. "On Sundays, if there’s any pie left, Ms. Ritter let’s the staff finish it before they spoil," she said before taking a bit.

"So let me get this straight," Ariel said as she took the fork back, "When I said I wanted a ‘Girl’s Room’, what I was actually saying was that I wanted a room with a girl in it?"

"Pretty much," Emma said as Ariel took another bite and passed her back the fork, "I’m surprised your friend didn’t tell you. He asked when he was at the bar."

Ariel rolled her eyes as Emma took a bite and handed her back the fork. "That’s Dirk for you. He’s always doing stuff like that," she said before taking a bite and passing the fork back, "Im supsed yu be werning stuff or somfin," she tried to say through her mouth full of pie.

Emma giggled at her before passing the fork back to Ariel. "Well, there’s a up side to it I suppose," Emma said with a small, hopeful tone in her voice.

"What’s that?" Ariel asked as she chased a bit of pie round with her fork.

"Your friend paid for me to be your personal companion the whole time you’re in town," Emma said and waited nervously for Ariel’s response.

Ariel’s eyes slowly got wider as she looked over at Emma. "That is so awesome!" she shrieked happily, accidentally spitting pie on Emma’s face. "Sorry," she blushed.

"You are such a cow," Emma said playfully,

Ariel yanked the fork back in mock anger. "No more pie for you!" she barked before breaking out into fits of girlish giggles with Emma as the British girl tried to take the fork back.


"You’re a great big sack of assholes sometimes, you know that?" Ariel said defiantly across the table before shoveling another mouthful of scrambled eggs into her mouth.

"Sounded like you had a good time," Dirk replied while trying to hide his smirk.

"Non da poin," Ariel shot back through her mouth full of breakfast as she glared at Dirk.

Dirk shrugged as he ate his own breakfast and watched his companion clear her second plate. He took a sip of his hot coffee and stared out the window of the saloon at the rising sun. "Where is your little miss anyway?" he asked.

Ariel shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. "Chores I guess," she answered as she sipped her own coffee.

"Uh-huh. I paid for the weekend meaning ’til tomorrow. Her only chores are taking care of you."

"Geez, Dirk. You don’t have to talk about her like some slave or something," Ariel chided.

Dirk wiggled his coffee cup at the bartender before sliding a small leather bag over to Ariel. "Should be enough in here to get you a change of clothes and maybe, just maybe, a new pair of boots," he said.

At first Ariel squealed with excitement before looking into the bag. "The Hell kinda clothes can I get with some marbles, a couple of nickels, a half a dozen nails and 3 old bullets?" she asked incredulously.

"Depends on how good you can barter," Dirk said matter of factley

"Great. I’m gonna come back with one brand new shoe," Ariel said depressingly, "Like, a kid’s shoe. With no laces."

Once again, Dirk tried not to smirk at the look on Ariel’s face. "Why don’t you take your new friend. I’m sure she’s got some good-will built up around town."

Ariel started to perk up. "You think so?"

Dirk took a long stare around the saloon and saw Krysten behind the bar and nodded her way. She blew him a kiss back before going back to washing her dishes. He saw the older woman from yesterday tending the bar and an older gentleman that he took to be her husband. Through the window he could see more people walking back and forth tending to their morning routines and then he looked back at Ariel. With deft fingers he pulled a single bullet from his belt and slid it to the young girl across the table. It would be more than he wanted to spend but he had a feeling that she’d need the happy memory it would bring her when they left tomorrow. "This’ll get us a week of food for the trail tomorrow plus at least a couple of treats for you and her."

Ariel was afraid to touch the bullet as she stared at it on the table. The early morning sunlight glinted off of it and she turned her wide eyes to Dirk. "But… this is one of your bullets. I mean… you made this. Specifically for your gun. It’s one of a kind."

"Week of food and a couple of treats. Don’t come back with less and I don’t want to see either of you until dinner," Dirk said with a growl, "Got it?"

Ariel had no idea why Dirk was being so generous or why he sounded so angry about it but she wasn’t about to talk and screw it up. She nodded dumbly, grabbed the sack and bullet and ran off to find Emma.

Krysten came over to fill Dirk’s coffee cup and take the empty plates. "Get a shot of whiskey?" he asked solemnly.

"Kinda early," Krysten smirked with mock concern.

"Gonna be one of those days."

Ariel found Emma behind the saloon scrapping the old food into the trash and cheerfully told her what Dirk had done. Her English friend changed clothes, keeping the collar around her neck, and they took off. Emma first showed her a small cafe that actually specialized in coffee, breakfast and brunch, which Ariel helped herself to all of it. The girls giggled merrily before taking off again with Emma acting as a tour guide pointing out all the different shops and the apartments up above them. The British former actress seemed to know just about everybody in town and which ones to avoid.

Dirk saw Ariel leaving the cafe and shook his head. The girl could eat her way through the bits and pieces he sent with her to barter with but at least she was having fun with the companion he had bought for her. He strolled casually down the worn, wooden sidewalk, trying to appear as nonchalant as he could about heading straight towards the constable’s office. Hanging on the wall next to the entrance he took in the board with all the notices hanging on it. It was a trick he had learned a long time ago: Don’t stare and you won’t be noticed. He glanced at the board, taking it all in, never stopping his casual stroll as he made his way past the various notices flapping in the breeze.

As he made his way to the cafe Ariel and Emma had exited, Dirk ordered a pound of coffee and went over everything he had seen on the board. It was mostly notices of town rules, City Council meetings, Tax Notices, and a bit of local news. No emergency notices at all. No missing person notices. He talked to the cafe owner for a bit getting just a bit of information on the town, idle chit-chat really, nothing that really stood out, before leaving. He crossed the street to another shop, some sort of boutique and bought a bit of frilly lace telling the woman behind the counter it was for his daughter before striking up a conversation. Using the bit of information he had gotten from the cafe owner, Dirk steered the conversation around, learning a bit more before leaving. He visited two more shops before deciding he had enough local information to approach the town sheriff before heading over.

Knocking politely on the sheriff’s door, despite the sign saying to come right in, Dirk heard a voice yell to come right in before putting on the best smile he could muster. "Howdy," he said as he entered and closed the door behind him.

"Can I help ya with," a man sitting at a desk said. He appeared in his late 40’s with a bushy handle bar mustache and wore a leather vest and chaps. It hadn’t been that long since The World Went White but this man had completely embraced the old west lifestyle.

Dirk walked slowly over to the front of the desk, never losing his wide smile, and held his hand out. "I’m Dirk. Me and my daughter are new in town," he said warmly.

The man shook his hand and nodded at the empty chair next to Dirk. "Pleased ta meet ‘cha," he said, "What can I help ya with?"

Dirk sat down, back straight, and looked around enthusiastically. "Well, like I said, me and my daughter are stayin’ in your town for the next little bit and I was always taught to introduce myself ta new people. Make sure not ta step on anyone’s toes, so to speak," he said.

"Get the lay of the land, so to speak," the bushy mustache said.

"Well yes, sir," Dirk said humbly.

"Not a bad bit of philosophy," bushy mustache said before reclining in his chair. He puffed his chest out proudly, his well polished badge glinting with fake gold. "I’m deputy Carlson and welcome to The Ranch," he started. He regaled the stranger about the history of the town and how it had gotten it’s name, not knowing that Dirk had already heard it already plus some of the local color.

Dirk nodded and grunted where applicable as he listened to Carlson. The man was friendly enough but something about the story of the town seemed a bit scripted. It was nearly the exact same thing he had heard yesterday and this morning. "Well that is certainly quite an interesting way ta name a town, sir," Dirk said as the deputy finished.

Carlson smiled with pride. "Yep. We sure were lucky to find this place after… well, you know," he said, letting his sentence trail off.

"I certainly do at that," Dirk agreed. Through out the Deputy’s story he had casually looked around the office. It was very clean. Impeccable really, But like outside, it was filled with only general, local information. And he started to become uneasy at not finding what he had been looking for. "I appreciate the information sir," he said as he casually stood up, "And I hope ta see you around town while I’m here."

Carlson stood up and took the newcomers hand. "You too," he said with a wide smile as they shook.

Dirk sauntered out of the office into the bright mid-morning light, looking back and forth before prioritizing his options. Deciding it was best to check the horses and supplies he headed to the stable just in case he and Ariel needed to make a quick escape from town.

Unaware of Dirk’s rising sense of alarm, Ariel jumped out of the changing room of the boutique. "What about this?" she asked as her wobbling breasts came to a rest.

Emma cocked an eyebrow at the American girl. "You can’t be serious." Ariel was wearing a tight, spaghetti strap tank-top that her large breasts could barely be contained by along with a pair of shorts that on anyone else could be considered discreet but on Ariel barely covered her luscious ass-cheeks.

Ariel looked down at her large expanse of cleavage and huffed in frustration. "This town has, like, no good clothes," she whined.

"No, this town has no good clothes for someone of you… size," Emma said while trying not to giggle.

"You should have seen me before," Ariel started before heading back into the changing room, "Before the world went to crap I had reduction surgery."

"You’re joking," Emma said in disbelief, "They used to be bigger?" She looked down at her own slim body and fought off a sense of jealousy before joining her new friend in the changing room.

Ariel nodded her head before whipping the tight top off. "I was, like, a ‘F’ cup around my twelfth birthday," she said before grabbing her usual fur top.

"Oh my God," Emma gasped. Contrary to what men might have thought about such a pair of breasts in any situation, as a woman Emma could relate to how that might affect a girl at such a young age much less a full grown woman. "That must have been hard," she added as she took the top from the American girl.

Shrugging and trying not to show how much it actually had bothered her, Ariel began the process of peeling the shorts off. "I guess," she said as nonchalantly as possible, "Luckily one of my co-stars, Sofia Vegara, had gone through the same thing. She was a big help."

"I bet," Emma said as she took the shorts and handed Ariel her leather skirt. She folded the bits of clothes up and set them with the stack of other ill-fitting clothes that Ariel had already tried. The American girl turned around and looked at the stack with her.

"Maybe we should go to the supply store, see if they have any tarps I could wear," Ariel said solemnly.

"Don’t be like that," Emma said as she hugged Ariel, "We’ll find something."

Dirk walked past a stack of dirty tarps in the barn on his way to his horse. He gave the animal a quick once over before deciding it was fine before checking on the supplies. With the hidden pockets in his saddle and bags it took a bit longer to search but everything, what little there was, was still there. He went back to the horse and spent more time searching it over again and decided that the animal had been well cared for and fed before heading out again to talk to the old rancher. Since the prices had already been set, the conversation was a bit more friendly and Dirk took his time with the man, poking him for more information without seeming to obvious about it until he had gotten everything he needed. Which was making him even more nervous.

Heading back to the saloon, Dirk took a seat in the corner, away from the bustle outside the front door, and listened. As lunch approached the main hall began to fill up with customers, one of which was the old rancher spending the barter he had made from Dirk and Ariel. He kept track of who was where and with who, switching between reading lips and eaves dropping, taking it all in. Everyone seemed fine. Life was hard but nobody was particularly struggling. The men who he had killed outside of town were not missed. Or found. And that was weighing heavily on his mind.

The dead men had been scruffy, well-worn, haggard even but they had appeared well fed and their clothing in decent shape. Better than men living off of murder in the desert should have been. Dirk had figured this was the town they had come from but no one he had spoken to or eaves dropped on had mentioned anybody missing. Granted, not much time had passed since he had helped them off the mortal coil to their just rewards but no one in this town had much worry about any scofflaw at all. There appeared to be no crime: Either from inside the town or out. No wranglers, no rustlers, no thieves, no con-men, no murderers, nothing. The whole town was a friggin’ utopia in the middle of Hell and he didn’t trust it.

Sipping his coffee, Dirk wondered how fast he and Ariel could skip town if they needed.

"Your horse is going to have to drag you out of town," Emma giggled as she watched Ariel finish her second milk shake.

Ariel sputtered into her milkshake as she tried to shake her head. "Phffft, that horse hates me, it’d leave me to die," she said.

A cute bit of whipped cream dangled at the tip of Ariel’s nose and she had a cute milkshake mustache which Emma found cute as Hell. She leaned over quickly and licked the dollop of cream from her friend’s nose causing her to squeak and giggle before bending back up. "You taste delicious," she said, causing Ariel to blush, "But you’ve got a bit more." Leaning over, more slowly this time, she licked around the American girl’s lips, gathering up her cream before slipping her tongue into her friend’s mouth, kissing her deeply.

Leaning into the kiss, Ariel moaned in pleasure, enjoying the taste of the whip cream on Emma’s talented tongue. She cupped the British girl’s face as the other girl wrapped her arms around her, holding her against her more slender body as they kissed. Breaking the kiss, Ariel smiled widely. "You taste delicious too," she cooed.

Emma took the last of Ariel’s milkshake, finishing it off before setting it back down. "Come one, I’ve got more I want to show you," she said as she grabbed her friend’s wrist.

"I hope so," Ariel giggled as she let her friend lead her out.


The girls spent the afternoon together getting most of the supplies on Dirk’s list before returning to the saloon. They practically skipped past Dirk as he sat deep in concentration at a full card table, the afternoon sun setting off in the distance. "Hiya, Dirk," Ariel said as she dropped the bag of supplies next to his chair, never stopping as she and Emma continued up the stairs.

Dirk’s attention never faltered from his cards as his companion gave him a drive-by greeting, he just used his foot to slide the bag between his feet below the table. There were five people sitting around the table with him, the dealer making six. His eyes flittered across all five, reading everything about them. Most people only read the other players but he was reading the dealer as well. All the five were good players, all bartering supplies and services for chips and he marked them all as locals which meant they were regulars which meant the dealer knew them. She was good. Pretty with long, red hair and an impressive chest wearing a low cut bodice to display her pale cleavage. She dealt off-handedly, the cards doing exactly what she wanted them to do, landing where she wanted them to. And most importantly the attractive young woman was fully aware of what her local, regular players were going to do.

"I’ll take two," Dirk said as he discarded and his cards were immediately replaced by two fresh ones. Not the ones he wanted but they’d do for now. After all, he couldn’t exactly win every hand without a fight breaking out. When you were going to fleece a saloon you had to take your time.

As Dirk prepared to lose his hand in order to win the next two, Emma finished filling the tub as Ariel finished setting their places on the floor for dinner. "Water should be cooled down enough to use in a little bit," Emma called over her shoulder at the American girl.

"Food!" Ariel called excitedly, "And pie for later."

"Oink, oink," Emma giggled as she joined Ariel.

"I’m a growing girl," Ariel said defensively as she bent to sit down, her swaying cleavage jiggling in front of Emma’s face for a moment.

"In which direction?" Emma asked as noncommittally as possible.

"Like you don’t like it," Ariel said as she sat down and grabbed her plate.

"I will after we eat," Emma said with a sly grin.

Ariel chewed her first bite of food, dribbling a little through her grin. "I thought the British were supposed to be all prim and proper so why are you such a little slut?" she asked with a mock sneer.

"Obviously you’ve never had a chance to fuck you," Emma said after taking her own, smaller bite of food.

"Remind me to describe, in painful detail, my friend Sofia’s husband to you," Ariel giggled.

Dirk placed his cards down, declaring his second victory, and wondered what the house was going to do to cool his streak. He got a answer a few moments later when Krysten arrived with five free beers. She was wearing worn boots and denim jeans that did magnificent things to her ass and a gauzy blouse that wasn’t particularly transparent but made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. And apparently she was very excited to be here. She sat on his lap and squirmed around a bit before finding his soft prick and settling down.

Pretending to fall for the ploy, Dirk wrapped one arm around Krysten’s slender waist as the red head dealt the next hand. He was planning to lose this hand anyway and had his mark picked out across the table. The older man wasn’t a half bad player and Dirk was sure he could bluff the guy into a quick win, limiting how much Dirk would lose. With a bit of luck he could make this game play out all night.

Half submerged in the tub, her small breasts above the water line with beads of water rolling down her chest, Emma made a circling motion with her finger. "Turn around," she said as she opened her slender legs wider.

Ariel scooted around in the tub, being careful not to slosh the water around as she laid back against Emma’s chest. "I’m not squishing you am I?" she asked as she reclined.

"Nuh uh," Emma said as she took a small cup and filled it with warm water. Using her hand to guide Ariel’s head back she wetted her hair, drizzling the water until the dark hair was soaked. "You’re going to love this," she said as she placed the cup down and grabbed a small bottle.

"I’ve never had a scalp massage before," Ariel admitted as Emma’s fingers wound through her hair. Her eyes fluttered as her friend started the massage and she cooed out past her parted lips. "Oh, whoaaaa…" she groaned.

"I know, right?" Emma said as her talented fingers explored Ariel’s scalp. As she lathered up the other girl’s hair she piled it on top of the American girl’s head, her fingers pressing firmly against her scalp. She worked all around her friend’s head enjoying the sounds she was making as her voluptuous body seemed to melt against her.

Unable to help herself, Emma’s fingers began to explore Ariel’s body, sliding down her neck to her shoulders. As the American girl groaned out again she slid her fingers down her chest to her amazing breasts. Keeping up the pressure, the former British actress kneaded the other girl’s large tits like dough, her fingers slick as she ran her hands over the tips of Ariel’s breasts. Keeping one hand working in her friend’s chest she sent the other hand lower into the water to the already warm juncture of her fleshy thighs.

Emma cupped Ariel’s mound, drawing another moan from the girl as she slid two fingers firmly up and down either side of her plump pussy-lips. Her new friend rolled her hips up and the British girl sawed her middle finger up and down her slit between her labia. Ariel grabbed her wrists, holding Emma’s hands at her chest and pussy, groaning in pleasure as the British actress slipped two fingers into her body. She quickly sought out Ariel’s G-spot, grinding against it as her thumb pressed against her clit.

"J-J-J-JESUS," Ariel gasped as she came, her body shivering in pleasure against Emma. She quickly recovered from her small orgasm and looked back over her shoulder at her new friend. "You are absolutely amazing. You know that, right?" she asked before leaning up and kissing the English girl. Breaking the kiss she looked into her friend’s eyes and smiled. "It’s your turn," she said.

"And I’m out," the player said as he threw his cards down with disgust. He nodded at everybody at the table except for the stranger. "Fucker," he grumbled. When the stranger just shrugged without apologizing he just stared, glared at him for a moment. The stranger didn’t break eye contact, which was something, he guessed, so he just shrugged in defeat. "Good game, partner," he said with a pat on the stranger’s shoulder as he walked by.

"You too, sir," Dirk said. When you take a stranger’s money he had found that you could at least be polite about it. He had bluffed most of the table with a shitty hand, a pair of eights, but decided not to press his luck. He had already cleaned out one local and he didn’t want to piss off the rest quite yet. When it was his turn he folded, losing five bucks but cheering the rest of the locals on. Now it was their fault the old timer had lost so he’d be free to win the hand after next.

As Dirk tried to decide what hand he would win next, Ariel used her hands to spread Emma’s taunt ass-cheeks apart. "Stop squirming around," she said from over her friend’s heart-shaped ass, "I’ve never done this before."

"Just stop teasing me," Emma called out from over her shoulders. Tucked down on her hands and knees on the bed she lifted her ass a bit higher to give Ariel more room. "I’ve never done this either," she admitted as her delicate hands balled into small fists.

Ariel gave Emma’s ass a playful slap causing the former British actress to squeak in surprise. "With an ass like this that’s really surprising," she said, "If I had an ass like this I’d be doing all kinds of messed up stuff to it."

Emma decided not to tell Ariel of all the things customers had paid Krysten to let them do to her ass but this was the first time a customer had done anything to her for her pleasure alone. She could feel the American girl spreading her cheeks wider, exposing her puckered ass and it sent a shiver of embarrassment through her at being exposed like this. She could feel the other actress’s nose nudging against the cleft of her spread ass before the dark-haired girl gave her exposed, pink asshole a quick kiss sending a different kind of shiver through her body.

Pulling her head back to get a better look, Ariel peered at Emma’s up-thrust rear-end. "Your ass is awesome," she giggled before plunging her face back between her new friend’s cheeks. She slid her tongue around the entrance to the British girl’s tight, puckered hole drawing a groan from her. She gently probed the entrance to the former actress’s ass as she squeezed her tight cheeks, holding onto the more slender girl to brace her still, holding her in place as she gently licked her tightest hole. She drew her tongue up into a tube, sliding it passed the tight ring of muscle and into her body.

"Oh, oh, oh my," Emma gasped as her eyes went wide at what Ariel was doing to her. The American’s girl’s tongue began probing her again and again, tongue-fucking her ass as her hands held her still. Unconsciously she began rocking herself back against her new friend trying to get as much of Ariel’s wiggling tongue into her as possible.

As Krysten rocked and wiggled herself down against Dirk’s slowly hardening cock, Dirk looked at the last two players. After the third one had finally bowed out their nervousness had started to show, their upper lips beaded with sweat. He was pretty sure they had figured out that he had taken the whole table but simple pride kept them in their seats and he wondered if their simple pride would make any trouble for him later. Luckily Krysten took care of that problem herself.

"Just about closin’ time, boys," the slender brunette announced to the bar.

"Ah hell, Krysten, I was just about to win my money back," one of the men laughed.

"My happy Irish ass," the other man grumbled. He was down the most with only a few chips left and was hoping to keep them for later.

Krysten looked around with a sly smirk on her lips. "How ’bout one last hand, all in, and then we’ll call it a night," she offered magnamously.

Dirk looked around the table at the chips. Neither man had near as many as him and they knew it. "That don’t seem exactly fair on my part," he offered as he ran his hand up and down Krysten’s slender thigh.

The man that had said he was sure to win his money back pushed the last of his chips to the middle of the table and looked over at the lucky stranger. "All this and I’ll take your tab at the horse barn," he offered.

Dirk nodded his agreement before looking over at the last player. The smart thing for the guy to do was admit defeat and leave with his few chips but luckily he was surrounded by his friends.

Running his fingers through his greasy hair, the man looked around at everybody in the bar looking at him. He looked at the dealer and then back at the stranger just sitting with a blank, steady look on his face. He pushed his chips in and then looked at the dealer one last time. "Last of what I got is sittin’ right next to ya, stranger. What do ya say?"

Dirk looked from the man to the dealer who gave him a coy shrug before he looked up at Krysten who gave him a similar shrug. For Dirk it was more than just a look. It hadn’t been exactly rocket science for him to figure out what the collar around Emma’s neck was for but based on his talk at the sheriff’s office and the shrug the women had given each other it laid another piece of the puzzle down. The dealer didn’t have a collar around her neck but still deferred to Krysten and with that, along with the conversation at the sheriff’s office he know knew there was a hierarchy in town and that Krysten wasn’t just a saloon owner. More and more it was starting to look like he and Ariel needed to get out of town before they got caught up in whatever politics ran things around here.

Dirk nodded in agreement at the other players’ deal and pushed his chips into the middle of the table. It wasn’t much of a bet, he had already figured out what the other men were holding. The one offering to pay his stable bill wasn’t to worried about losing, odds are he knew the stable owner already and paying Dirk’s bill pretty much just amounted to asking the owner for a favor, so his cards sucked. The other player had already shot his wad, so to speak, on the dealer before the game meaning he was only betting with the few chips he had so outside of getting laid he wouldn’t be missing much besides the money for the dealer. Dirk gave him a 50/50 shot at holding a good hand, just a old man looking to get his willy wet at the end of the work week. With nothing to lose both men would shoot for the moon, safe that they weren’t going to lose much.

The last of the cards were dealt and Dirk held his hand while the other two shuffled their cards around looking for the best combination they could find but he wasn’t to worried about it. After all, as far as the dealer was concerned, she could either spend the night with the old coot or him and Krysten so it didn’t surprise him when he won. He tried to look relieved as the other two men cussed and threw their cards down and spat in disgust. The stood up and shook hands before Krysten offered to buy the table one free, last round and the other two men took off for the night.

The dealer stood up and shook Dirk’s hand. "I’m Debra, by the way. Debra Ann Woll," she said.

Debra was about Krysten’s height even in her cowboy boots. Her face wasn’t a traditional beauty but she looked like the girl you grew up next door to and practiced kissing with when you were still to young to know what to do with your tongue but her body was a piece of work. Large breasts pressed against her low-cut top with long legs beneath a peasant’s skirt. Dirk made a show of checking her out like a man shopping before nodding his head. "Grab a bottle of whatever you and Krysten want and I’ll see you upstairs," he said with the best self-satisfied smirk he could manage.

Still on her hands and knees as Dirk made his way to his own room, Emma kept rocking her slender body back and forth against Ariel’s probing fingers and tongue, her small breasts dangling below her. "Yes, yes, yes…" she panted out as the American fucked her up-thrust ass. The dark-haired girl had her tongue buried as far into her ass as possible with her middle finger in there as well for good measure. The other former actress had her other hand between Emma’s slender thighs with two fingers buried in her pussy and her thumb circling her clit.

"1, 2, 3, 4…" Ariel counted to herself trying to keep track of everything she was doing to Emma. When she counted 1 she slide her tongue in and out of the British girl’s ass, when she counted 2 she slide her pinky along her tongue inside of the more slender girl’s ass, when she counted 3 she slid her fingers in and out of the other girl’s hot pussy, and when she counted 4 she slid her thumb around Emma’s hard, little clit. "1, 2, 3, 4…" again and again, her fingers and tongue feeling like they were about to cramp up. Unable to use her hands to hold herself up she was using her thighs to hold her whole weight, her legs quivering in exhaustion and her back aching. "Will you hurry up and cum," she thought at her new, panting friend. Despite how uncomfortable she was there was no way she was going to stop until she had done everything she could for the other girl who had treated her so well and even thought about what Dirk would say if she asked the other former actress to join them.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Emma panted as her body began to tighten up, her muscles winding like the springs in a clock. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as her orgasm crashed over her, her juices gushing out and covering Ariel’s still thrusting fingers. Her arms and thighs twitched and quivered as her body exploded in pleasure, her gasps turning to moans of pleasure echoing through the room until she collapsed forward, her friend’s fingers and tongues slipping out of her spasming body.

Ariel crawled up and laid down next to Emma, wrapping her arms around her as the English girl came down from her orgasmic high. "So, did I do good?" she asked with a knowing tone in her voice.

"We’re gonna need another bath," Emma giggled as he snuggled up next to Ariel’s impressive chest.

"Crap!" Ariel gasped out before leaping out of bed and running to the other side of the room.

"What’s the matter?" Emma asked worriedly.

Ariel bent down quickly before turning back to Emma. "The pie’s cold."

As Ariel tried to decide if she could safely start a fire in her room to warm her pie, Dirk reclined naked on his bed. He leaned back against the headboard with his hands behind his head with a smirk on his face as he watched the two women at the foot of the bed. Krysten and Debra were on either side, draped across the mattress with their backs to him, their beautiful faces staring back at him from over their shoulders. They each wore nearly translucent dressing gowns that emphasized their nudity beneath the gauzy material. They both smirked back at him defiantly, almost like they were daring him not to enjoy the view. His cock twitched in response to the look on their two women’s faces and the sight of their nearly naked bodies.

Debra’s body was everything Dirk had thought it to be with amazing curves he couldn’t wait to see without the gowns. Each woman turned their faces to each other and stared longingly into each other’s eyes. They leaned closer, their lips touching lightly as they began to kiss, a small moan of appreciation coming from Debra. Their kiss slowly started to become more passionate, Krysten quickly becoming the dominate one as she leaned in farther and slid her hand up the red-headed woman’s arm.

Krysten kept herself propped up with one hand while her other hand trailed up Debra’s arm to her shoulder. She slipped her fingers just inside the red-haired woman’s gown and slowly brought it half-way down her arm, baring the other woman’s shoulder. She looked over her shoulder again at her client to see what he thought of their act and judging by the way his prick was slowly hardening he was definitely enjoying it. And despite having down this same act with Debra who knew how many times, she was getting turned on herself in anticipation of her friend finding out exactly what the quiet stranger could do with a fully erect cock.

Following their usual routine, Debra moaned slightly, parting her pink, moist lips as Krysten returned to the kiss. The red-haired woman leaned into the kiss more, scooting into the bed farther, nearly touching her dark-haired boss chest to chest. She slid her arm up Krysten’s, mirroring what the other woman had done to her by pulling her gown down off her shoulder. They kissed more passionately, their tongues caressing as their hands slid sensuously up and down one another’s bare shoulder.

Krysten scooted up the bed more as she and Debra kissed, pressing herself chest to chest with the other woman as Dirk watched. His hardening cock throbbed in lust at the site of the red-haired woman’s larger, softer breasts enveloping the dark-haired woman’s smaller, firmer breasts. They both moaned with the kiss and he could tell they were actually enjoying themselves by their hard nipples poking out from their gowns. He licked his lips as he watched the show since he had decided to forgo his usual routine as an impassive voyeur. After all, as his cock slowly started to point towards the ceiling it was a dead give-away at how much he was enjoying the show.

Back in the tub, Ariel stuttered in pleasure, "F- f- f- uck." She was reclined as far as the tub would let her with Emma on top of her, her thick thighs wrapped around the more slender girl. Their arms were trapped between their slick, naked bodies, their hands thrusting feverishly between their legs, their fingers buried inside of their hot, wet, horny pussies.

Emma groaned out before sealing her lips against Ariel’s, their wet, gleaming bodies sliding against each other as they writhed together in pleasure. With one arm trapped between their bodies she braced herself up with the other, gasping and moaning, moving as much as the metal tub would allow. Her tongue wrestled with the dark-haired girl’s as their pants and gasps escaped between their lips.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Ariel gasped out as her muscles began to twitch and tighten, her orgasm quickly crashing over her over-developed body. "Yesss…" she hissed through clenched teeth, her wide hips bucking up against Emma’s busy fingers.

Emma broke the kiss and looked down at Ariel as the young girl came before she giggled. "At this rate we’re never going to get clean," she said before giving the dark-haired girl a quick peck on her forehead.

Ariel giggled up at Emma. "We’re just a couple of dirty, dirty girls," she said as she squeezed her thighs around the British girl’s slender body.

As Ariel and Emma snuggled against one another in the tub, their wet flesh breaking out into goosebumps as the water cooled, Krysten pulled Debra’s gown down to reveal her large, firm breasts. She cupped the red-haired woman’s tits as she nuzzled against her neck, kissing down to her collar bone and the hollow of her neck. She ran her thumbs over the other woman’s hard nipples eliciting a groan of pleasure from her as she began placing quick pecks over the tops of her breasts, slowly making her way down her chest. As she finally took a ripe nipple between her lips, Debra rolled her head back and moaned in pleasure. Krysten looked over at Dirk from the corner of her eye, his prick having risen to half-mast and smirked around Debra’s tit as the man began struggling to maintain an impassive look on his face.

Debra slid her hand into Krysten’s gown and cupped one of her small, firm breasts. She wrapped her other arm wrapped around the dark-haired woman’s neck, holding her to her chest as she lightly nursed at her tit She ran her fingers through her dark hair as she softly teased Krysten’s hard, little nipple causing the other woman to moan out in pleasure from around her tits. She smiled wide and chuckled before looking over at Krysten’s customer. She playfully shook her long, red hair out of her face and locked onto his eyes, letting him see the pleasure the other woman was giving her as she played with her breasts. She chewed her bottom lip as Krysten switched from breast to breast, squeezing her sensitive flesh more firmly, her fingers rippling almost like she was trying to milk her.

Krysten slid sinuously around as Debra scooted around the bed until the beautiful, red-haired woman was on her hands and knees facing Dirk and Krysten was on her knees behind her. She wrapped her arms around Debra, holding her to the front of her body tightly as if she was about to mount her doggy-style and locked eyes with the silent stranger. She slid one hand up to her poker dealer’s bare chest, cupping one of her large, dangling breasts and toying with her hard nipples as her other hand slid lower down the front of her gown. She pulled the flimsy gown up until she could slip her hand underneath Debra to the hot, wet juncture of the other woman’s thighs. Krysten caused the red-haired card dealer to moan out as she cupped her red tinged cunt, her eyes locked onto her customer, daring him not to respond to what she was doing to Debra.

The game was over and the women had won. Dirk’s cock was fully hard, pointing straight up as the ceiling, his hands still behind his head as Krysten began fingering Debra. The red-head’s eyes fluttered in pleasure as her head rolled back and she sat up on her knees, resting on the dark-haired woman’s shoulder as she moaned in pleasure. He couldn’t see exactly what Krysten was doing between Debra’s thighs due to her hand and gown obscuring his view and it just turned him on all the more. The red-head moaned and began rolling her hips, humping the saloon owner’s hand as Krysten slid her fingers in and out of her dripping snatch.

Krysten squeezed Debra’s large tit, the pale, firm flesh bulging out from between her fingers as her palm slid over her hard nipple. Her employee groaned in pleasure as she worked her fingers in and out of her hot hole, sliding her fingers on either side of her G-spot. She began slowly circling Debra’s inflamed clit with her thumb causing her to gasp out and moan louder. Her thrusting fingers began working faster and faster as they attacked the poker dealer’s cunt until the beautiful red-head was grunting in animalistic pleasure. Krysten smiled in satisfaction at the sight of Dirk’s throbbing cock in his lap as he watched what she was doing to Debra.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Debra panted as she humped Krysten’s hand. She held onto her boss’s thighs, grinding against her cunt as she rocked back and forth. "Yessss…" she hissed as her orgasm began to crest. She pulled the dark-haired woman closer to her, grinding herself between her boss’s pussy and fingers, moaning in pleasure. Her thighs shivered as she came, her juices dripping between Krysten’s fingers as her body shuddered and twitched.

Keeping a firm hold of Debra, Krysten let her ride out her orgasm until her curvy body began to settle. She kept her eyes locked on Dirk as she slowly pulled her fingers out of the poker dealer and brought them up to her lips. She sucked the red-head’s juices off of her fingers, sliding them in and out slowly, watching the silent stranger’s cock-head throbbing, betraying his pulse before pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a pop.

Dirk allowed a small smirk to play on his lips as Debra’s eyes slowly began to refocus on him. "Not a bad show."

"I don’t think that’s going to work," Emma said. She sat nude across from Ariel on the bed, their legs crossed. There was a oil lamp between them and the dark-haired American girl was trying to warm their pie over the flame.

"Don’t worry, this will totally work," Ariel reassured Emma, "You can’t have cold apple pie."

"It’s not going to work," Emma said with a warm smile as Ariel dipped her finger in the pie to test the temperature.

Ariel lick the sticky apple pie off of her finger. "I miss microwaves," she pouted.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Dirk looked down at the floor at the naked Krysten and naked Debra on their knees before him. Krysten wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, tugging on him softly as Debra cupped his balls in her hand, massaging him as gently as the dark-haired woman. The saloon owner pointed his prick towards her mouth and gave him a quick lick before pointing him towards her employee who also gave him a quick lick. Next Krysten took the tip of him into her mouth and circled her tongue around his soft head before pulling him out and letting the poker player do the same, their moist, pink tongues caressing him.

Krysten took half of Dirk into her mouth and held him there, massaging his shaft with her tongue before pulling her head back to let him out of her mouth. She let Debra take him into her mouth, the red-head humming pleasantly around his girth, her lips stretched tight around his shaft. She took the cock out and began licking up and down the side of his length, her sexy, naked employee doing the same, their tongues meeting and wrestling around the sensitive head and finally drawing a groan of pleasure from him.

It wasn’t the first time that Krysten and Debra had been in this position and the two women had their technique down. They each took turns with the stranger’s prick, licking and sucking him as he stood impassively above them, trying to show that he wasn’t enjoying himself. It was a game with all three of them and Krysten was not going to leave his cock for anything other than him being completely and wholly satisfied. The saloon owner slowly took his whole shaft into her mouth, his pubic hair tickling her nose as the card dealer ducked below him and took one of his testicles into her mouth. She moaned around the orb in her mouth as the dark-haired woman pulled back from his shaft until she could take a breath and began bobbing her head back and forth while the red-haired woman released his one ball and sucked in the other.

As Krysten pulled back up the length of the customer’s shaft, Debra released his bloated ball from her mouth and licked up to his base. She ran her tongue up his shaft as her employer let him out of her mouth and licked down the length of him, their tongues passing each other until the card dealer was licking his cock-head and the dark-haired woman was licking his dangling sack. The red-haired woman took him into her mouth, lashing him with her tongue as she took the first half of him in and began sucking him, bobbing her head more vigorously than Krysten had. Her long, red hair whipped back and forth and she used her free hand to hold it out of her face to keep it from getting in her way and so that Dirk had a clear look at his shaft disappearing into her mouth.

On their own, almost without him noticing, Dirk’s hands wandered up and cupped the back of the women’s heads. His hips began rocking, fucking Debra’s talented mouth while Krysten switched from one of his balls to the other. The card dealer kept massaging his base with her free hand while Krysten kept sucking on his balls. Their dexterity amazed him, their hands, mouths, and tongues all working at different rates, at different times, at different speeds, and it was easily the best blow-job of his life. If he wasn’t planning on taking off the second he had picked up the last of the supplies he could easily consider staying around town just for the chance to get another blow-job like this again.

As her wide, blue eyes looked up the length of the customer’s scarred body, Debra was actually impressed he had held out as long as he had, not to mention his almost impassive face. She’d never had somebody hold out this long with one of her and Krysten’s blow-jobs and when he accidentally let out a groan of pleasure she actually smiled in pride around his cock in her mouth. She felt her boss release her hold on the stranger’s balls and begin to lick up his shaft so she pulled her head back until he slipped out of her mouth. When Krysten’s lips reached her lips they kissed again around his slick cock-head, their tongues wrestling around and over him, his sensitive tip glistening with their saliva.

Both women looked up at Dirk, their hands still working his shaft and balls as they smiled wickedly at him. It was of course Krysten who asked, "Enjoying yourself so far?"

"Hell yes," Dirk thought.

Ariel used her finger to scoop a bit of the sticky apple pie from off her plate and smeared it around one of Emma’s hard, little nipples. "I don’t think this is going to work," Emma giggled.

"Can’t eat cold apple pie," Ariel said with her own giggle. Both girls were still sitting cross legged on the bed but now only the cold apple pie sat between them. Ariel bent forward and licked the little bit of sweet treat from Emma’s ripe nipple as she used her tongue to clean it. The British girl moaned out in pleasure before Ariel released the hard nub of flesh and sat up straighter. "Mmmm, nice and warm," she said with a wicked smile.

Emma dipped her own finger into the pie and wiped the filling around one of Ariel’s own hard nipples. She used her hand to lift the large breast up before latching onto the large, firm orb and sucking hard on the sweet teat. The American girl groaned out loudly as the British girl sucked as hard as she could like she was trying to swallow her tit whole. She released the large, firm tit letting it jiggle slightly as she watched and licked the last of the filling from her lips. "You’re right, it is better when it’s warm," she said with her own wicked smile.

Ariel took another swipe of the pie filling with both of her pointer fingers, wiping one against her own lips and the other around Emma’s like lip gloss. Both girls leaned forward until they were pressed mouth to mouth, licking the apple flavor from each other, moaning in pleasure. The large breasted girl slid her hands up the smaller breasted girl’s arms to her shoulders and back down as Emma slid her hands up and down Ariel’s thick thighs.

Both girls broke the kiss and sat up straighter, smirking at each other, their hands still on the other girl’s arms and thighs. "How much more fun would this be with ice cream?" Ariel asked.

Dirk held onto Deborah’s wide hips as she straddled his hips. The red-haired woman held onto Krysten’s thighs behind her as the dark-haired woman straddled the customer’ legs. The saloon owner had her arm between her and the card dealer’s naked bodies and grasped the base of his cock, pointing him up between Debra’s spread thighs as they lowered her down. His tip bumped against the entrance to the red-haired woman’s wet pussy, slipping inside of her and causing her to moan out in lust as both her and Krysten lowered her down. He suppressed a groan himself as his thick shaft parted and filled the poker dealer’s tight body, her large breasts swaying hypnotically on her chest, her head thrown back as she moaned from deep in her impressive chest.

Krysten stared at Dirk from over Debra’s shoulder and smiled as she watched him struggle not to show how much he was enjoying himself. He was a stubborn son-of-a-bitch but she knew that between her and her card dealer, they’d have him panting like a puppy in ecstasy before the night was through. She slid her hand up and down Debra’s gleaming, pale body from her large breasts to between her spread legs, teasing her hard clit and their customer’s shaft and back up again. She smiled wickedly as she toyed with the card dealer’s hard nipple before heading back down to Dirk’s cock, squeezing him before Debra’s wet cunt swallowed him hole.

"S- s- s- such a goodddd cock," Debra groaned as a delicious shiver went through her body, one of Krysten’s hands playing with her tits and the other hand slowly circling her clit. She fell forward out of Krysten’s knowledgeable grasp, her hands on Dirk’s chest, her large tits dangling beneath her, an inch away from the customer’s face. In an instant he had his head up, sucking a firm tit into his mouth, lashing her nipple with his tongue. She began rolling her hips, sliding up and down his hard, throbbing shaft, her juices trailing down his bloated balls and soaking into the mattress.

Dirk’s hands grasped firmly onto Debra’s tits, squeezing her, his fingers rippling along her flesh, milking her as he sucked hungrily on her breasts. He thrust deep up into her rolling body, timing the roll of her hips, their bodies meshing together as Krysten directed them from behind the horny card dealer. Debra’s large, blue eyes stayed locked on his, filled with pleasure as he met her body rolling on top of him, the dark-haired saloon owner’s hands between their bodies again, stimulating his shaft at the same time as she stimulated the card dealer’s tight, hot pussy. He switched tits, thumbing her nipples as he latched onto the other with his mouth, growling in need, giving up on the game of trying to seem impassive. He was getting fucked by two hot ass women and it was time to act like it.

Debra squealed in shock and then began laughing as Dirk rolled her over, his cock never leaving her tight, grasping cunt. He reached down and grabbed her legs behind her knees, lifting her legs up as he rolled his hips, stimulating her hard clit against his lower abdomen. She squealed out again, finishing in a moan of pleasure as he began thrusting down, slamming his prick into her hot, boiling pussy, her tits wobbling violently as he thrust into her again and again and again, sweat rolling down his body.

Krysten righted herself after being nearly knocked off the bed by Dirk flipping Debra. She’d already felt the scarred stranger losing control inside of her but the sight of Dirk doing it to somebody else was turning her on until her pussy was throbbing in need. The man appeared to be using every muscle in his body to fuck Debra and the card dealer definitely looked like she was enjoying the effort, her juices gushing out of her with every hard thrust, the headboard banging against the wall hard enough to leave dents.

"Keep it down in there!" Ariel shouted angrily as she beat on the bedroom wall, "We could be trying to sleep in here!" She let herself fall back into her bed with a grunt, her body jiggling as she laid down next to Emma. "He can be so inconsiderate sometimes," she pouted.

"I’m sure," Emma giggled.

"What? He can be," Ariel whined as she wrapped her arms around Emma and the English girl snuggled back against her.

"Oh, I agree with you," Emma mock assured her, "Always saving your life and protecting you and hunting for food and searching for a place to settle and…"

"Whatever…" Ariel said dismissively, "So what were we talking about?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "You were whining about all the things you missed since the world Went White," she said.

"I was not ‘whining’," Ariel said defensively, "Besides, who doesn’t miss fast food?"

"Point," Emma agreed.

"And actual ‘frozen’ ice cream. And ‘Frozen’, I miss new movies. And acting. I actually miss acting. And my friends. And I never found out what happened to Sofia and Joe much less Ed and the rest," Ariel said solemnly as she thought about her former cast mates.

"I know what you mean," Emma agreed as she thought about her family. She pulled Ariel’s arm more tightly around her and felt her new friend tighten her arms around her, "I miss my family."

"Me too, kinda," Ariel agreed as she held Emma possessively.

"F- f- f- fuck- k- kkk," Krysten stuttered in pleasure as Dirk’s thick, hard, pulsing cock plowed down into her. The dark-haired saloon own was on her back, her slender legs spread wide, Debra on top of her groin to groin, chest to chest as the handsome stranger took turns fucking them into the mattress. Her card dealer’s voluptuous body rubbed up and down against her own as they went from groaning and panting in pleasure to kissing passionately, Dirk’s cock sliding in and out of their horny cunts, taking turns to plow deep into their hot, sweat slick bodies. His cock pulled completely out of her horny body and she could feel the pressure of Debra on top of her as the quiet stranger slipped into the red-haired woman’s body, pressing her more firmly down on to her as he began fucking her hard and deep.

"Je- je- je- sus- s- s…" Debra stuttered as Dirk’s amazing cock barreled into her hot, horny hole again and again, rocking her against Krysten’s body. She had to brace herself against the headboard to keep the usually quiet man from pounding her head against it as he hammered her with his cock. Her employee held her body tightly as she was rubbed flat against her over and over, her eyes fluttering in pleasure as she groaned out with every fast, hard thrust. Her body felt like it was drowning in pleasure as she came again and again, her juices mixing with Krysten’s as both woman climaxed over and over, moaning and grunting in animalist need.

Dirk grunted with every thrust of his cock into the two women’s bodies as he held tightly to Debra’s hips, sure that she’d have bruises in the morning. Krysten held onto her card dealer just as tightly as him, their fingers and hands entwined together as he pulled himself out of the red-haired woman’s vice like pussy. He could feel his scrotum pulling up tight, his balls boiling with the need to finally cum. He pointed his cock down from Debra’s cunt to just where her groin was pressed down on top of Krysten’s, their pussies slick with their hot juices. He pressed himself between them, sliding his shaft over their slits and over their hard, little clits.

"Holy…" Krysten gasped as her eyes went wide.

"…shit!" Debra gasped as her hips jerked and she began humping her horny cunt against Dirk’s shaft.

Both women began grinding against Dirk’s cock as he began sliding his cock back and forth between them, humping himself against their clits as they rubbed themselves against his shaft. They all grunted and moaned in desire and lust, writhing in pleasure on the bed, their voices echoing through the room and into the hall as they felt their orgasms starting to crest. Dirk jerked his hips, aiming his cock with the same expert marksmanship that he aimed his gun and used his sword to send the two women crashing into orgasm, making them cum. Debra writhed around, slipping off of Krysten’s spasming body and landing on her side, both women staring up at their customer as he began fisting his cock. He exploded an instant later, his thick, hot cum raining down on the two woman, splashing against the heaving chests and panting, beautiful faces.

As Dirk’s spent prick began to soften he slowly laid down on his mattress between the two sated women and they both immediately snuggled against his chest. Debra looked over his broad chest at Krysten across from her, the saloon owner with a dopey grin on her face, before she looked up at Dirk. "First time I ever felt like payin’ the customer," she said with a giggle. Krysten laughed with her as Dirk chuckled and held them both tighter to him.

Ariel slept snugly and securely with Emma wrapped in her arms. The beautiful British girl breathed rhythmically with her lips parted as Ariel snored loudly, both girls perfectly content.


The next morning, Ariel yawned contentedly as she slowly woke, her young, naked body stretching as a wide smile crossed her lips. She grabbed onto the pillow beside her, her bleary eyes snapping open when she realized it wasn’t what she had expected. Emma was gone. It only took her a few seconds to realize that the beautiful English girl was no where in the room and that her clothes were gone as well. She pouted childishly before deciding to get out of bed and get dressed to go see if Dirk had seen her. Dirk was a notoriously early riser.

Ariel knocked on Dirk’s door as she opened it, not even waiting for a reply. "Hey, Dirk," she said before closing the door behind her. Her travelling companion was wearing his well-worn pants as he leaned against the window looking out. He grunted in way of reply before clothing the curtains as nonchalantly as he could but she knew him well enough to know when him being nonchalant was really just a cover for him being totally chalant. She wondered what he had been looking at.

"Hey ya, kid," Dirk said. He walked to the foot of his bed and began getting dressed, trying to appear casual.

Looking around the room, Ariel noticed that Dirk was already packed. Everything not in the stable was here in his room, already in his leather sacks, ready to go. "Are we leaving early?" she asked as she slowly, carefully, made her way to the window, hoping not to catch Dirk’s attention to much.

From the corner of his eye, Dirk watched Ariel make her way to the window. He imagined she’d do a better job of acting inconspicuous if she wasn’t wearing what amounted to a two piece, leather bikini. He finished getting dressed as she took a quick peek out of the window. "No reason to stay. Got everything we need and stickin’ around ain’t gonna do nothing but waste money," he said as he began gathering up their supplies, "You got anything in your room."

Ariel nodded as she looked out of the window and down to the street, "A few things." In front of the sidewalk of the saloon the town’s people had set up a large stage with thick, short steaks hammered into the packed dirt of the street.

"Go get ’em," he said as he slung his packs over his broad shoulders, "I wanna get some breakfast for the road and head out before sun gets to high."

Nodding again, Ariel watched the work men continue to set up the stage for a moment before closing the curtain. "I’ll meet ya at the stable," she said before heading to the door.

"I’ll meet you downstairs," Dirk ordered, "And then we’ll leave."

"But I wanted to find Emma and tell her bye first," Ariel whined.

"If we see her on our way out. Now get your butt in gear."

Normally Ariel would have made some flirty comment about her ass but she could tell from the tone in Dirk’s voice that he wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Not that he was ever really in the mood for jokes but this morning he seem tense. Well, he was usually tense but this morning he was kinda particularly tense. She nodded one and scurried out of the room.

It had taken Ariel only five minutes to pack her stuff up. Mostly it was clothes that she and Emma had picked out and they had fun trying them on each other. And then taking them off each other. She found Dirk waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs leading to the saloon and fell into step beside him. The dark-haired bar owner that Dirk had spent most of his time with waved merrily at him and he nodded curtly back at her. She’d never call her friend the most cordial of fellows but he was usually a bit nicer to the women he spent his time with. Well, except for her, usually he just yelled at her for making a mess of their camp grounds.

Ariel could tell that Dirk was hurrying out of the saloon and when they reached the sidewalk he made sure she walked on the inside, keeping himself between her and the newly erected stage. He kept his eyes forward but she knew him well enough to know that he saw everything so the show was for her. He didn’t want her following his line of sight. By the time they reached the end of the sidewalk and began walking down the street to the horse stables she had figured out that there had been something that he hadn’t wanted her to see. Her problem was that she couldn’t figure out what he didn’t want her to see in the town, after all, Emma had pretty much showed her everything.

As they reached the stables Dirk grabbed her by her elbow. "Ow, that hurt, you dick," she grumbled but the angry look on his face quickly quieted her.

"Stay here," he ordered quietly, "No moving, no talking. Got it."

It wasn’t a question and she obediently nodded her head. She watched Dirk walk purposefully into the stable and he was quickly greeted by the old stable hand. They talked about the price for a few minutes, the old man leering at her from time to time. She could hear them haggle and Dirk finally agreed on a new price, one that didn’t involve her fucking the old guy. Dirk returned with the horse and he quickly loaded up the animal.

"Up top," Dirk said as he held his hand out to Ariel.

Ariel was stunned. "What?" she gasped in confusion. The horse hated her and if it ever came between her and the horse she wasn’t quite sure that Dirk would choose her.

"Up, let’s go," Dirk ordered. Ariel tentatively held her hand out and he helped her up into the saddle before grabbing the horse’s reins. He led them both to the far side of the street and hoped that they could leave town before his young companion figured out what was going on but as they approached the market stage he could tell that he was to late. A podium had been placed off to one side of the stage with three new stakes raised next to it. And at the stakes hammered around the stage were nearly a dozen people tied to them with collars around their necks. And the people tied to the stakes were being appraised by several other men and women. Dirk had been woke early in the morning by the hammering of the stage and knew exactly what it was going to be used for: a slave auction.

"Hey, look! It’s Emma, “Ariel called out as she waved excitedly, "Hi, Emma!"

Dirk kept a firm hold of the reins and kept his eyes locked forward. With any luck they’d be out of town before Ariel figured out what was going on with her friend. But he doubted it.

"Hi, Emma!" Ariel called out again. "Hey, Dirk, hold up. I don’t think she can hear me," she said but her companion kept on walking. "Hey! Dirk! Slow down," she barked again as worry began filling her impressive chest. She struggle in the saddle a little but was to afraid to move around to much for fear the stupid horse buck her off. Her face went slack as her eyes grew wider as she realized that was the entire purpose of Dirk putting her in the saddle in the first place. "Hey, asshole, what the Hell are you doing?" she asked angrily.

"Don’t make a show," Dirk said over his shoulder, "Let’s just get out of here."

Ice water seemed to flow down Ariel’s spine as she stared at her friend now tied to a stake. She could tell the young English girl was purposefully not looking back at her as a chain was placed on the collar around her slender neck and then fastened to one of the stakes. A small group of old, nasty men quickly surrounded the former actress and began leering at her. Her simple dress was suddenly ripped off and Ariel gasped as Emma tried to cover her nudity. "Hey! Leave her alone!" Ariel yelled as she began climbing down off the saddle.

Suddenly Dirk was next to Ariel and gripped her thigh painfully causing the young girl to cry out in startled pain. "Stow it!" he growled as he fixed her with his best steely glare but she just returned the look with one of her own.

"Let go of me, Dirk, or I’m gonna smack you with my stick," Ariel said angrily as she hefted her staff.

"There’s nothing we can do."

"Let go."

"Dammit, girl, will you, for once in your life, listen to reason," Dirk hissed, "There’s nothing you can do."

"Let go."

"It’s a hundred against two and everybody else will be coming in from out of town."

Ariel raised her staff up higher. "I’m not leaving her," she said through gritted teeth, "It’s not right."

Dirk looked from Ariel back to the slave auction and back again. He took a deep breath and let his shoulders relax. "There’s nothing I can say to stop you, is there?" he asked.

"We have to save her," Ariel said back as she slowly lowered her staff, "Slavery is wrong."

"That’s a good point," Dirk said as he held the horse’s reins up to Ariel. "Here, take these."

Ariel grabbed the reins and looked down at them as if they could bite her at any moment. "What are these for? You know I can’t ride," she said.

"Pretty much the point, darlin’," Dirk said solemnly. Suddenly he swatted the horse’s rear quarters and yelled at it. The horse reared up a moment before running off, Ariel trapped in the saddle as the two of them made their way out of town as fast as the horse could go. He watched them both leave, Ariel screaming and cursing his name as his horse kicked up a plum of dust behind it.

With single minded determination, Dirk followed his horse’s trail until just after lunch when a small rock sailed past his head. The aim was poor and missed him by nearly a foot which let him know who had just tried to brain him.

"You fucking bastard!" Ariel screamed as she threw another rock at Dirk. This time the rock missed him by nearly two feet so she bent down and picked up a new one. By the time she had stood back up he was gone and she quickly spun around, knowing where he would be.

Dirk knocked the rock out of Ariel’s hand but didn’t stop her other hand from slapping him across the face. Her other hand punched him in the gut and he gave a little grunt as her first hand tried to punch him in the jaw. He grabbed her wrists and held her arms out as she struggled against him, swearing and screaming at him. Tears ran down her checks as she cried and yelled, calling him every name she knew and then repeating them with different adjectives. He continued to hold her hands out until she slowly began to relax against him. He slowly released her arms and wrapped his own around her, holding her to him as she continued to cry and scream, her words succumbing to deep hiccups as she began slowly quieting down. Her swearing turned to body wracking sobs as she cried into his arms as he held her and she let him until she finally wore herself out and let him guide her down to the warm ground, sobbing the entire way.

Dirk held Ariel until she finally quieted down. The horse finally returned and he made up camp with Ariel still glaring at him.

"You could have saved her," Ariel accused Dirk.

"Nobody is that good," Dirk said back, his voice soft and understanding.

"You didn’t even try."

"There was nothing you, me, or anybody could’ve done."

"We just left her," Ariel said, fighting back more tears.

"That’s just the way of the world now," Dirk said as he slowly started making their fire, "It might change back one day but today wasn’t that day."

Ariel turned away from Dirk, not wanting him to see her cry. "I’m not hungry," she said petulantly as she grabbed her sleeping bag. She barely unfolded the rolled up bag, just used it as a pillow, her back to Dirk and the fire. She watched the sun set and the stars come out. She shivered but it had nothing to do with the temperature. She had grown used to sleeping with Emma beside her and missed the comfort.

She had slept on the ground more often then not since the world Went White and had gotten used to it but her memories of sleeping with Emma helped to keep Ariel awake. Dirk had taught her to tell time by the stars and she waited until nearly 2:00 AM to roll over and get up. She looked at her traveling companion and watched him breath slowly and steadily. He had the annoying habit of falling asleep the instant his head hit the pillow but tonight she was thankful for it. With Dirk asleep she tip-toed away from her small camp and back towards the town.

Having lived in the shit-hole world since it went to hell, and also having had to walk behind the asshole horse, had left Ariel in the best shape of her young life. After getting her breast reduction she had started working out to maintain her shape but after life with Dirk, she had used muscles she hadn’t even realized that she had. Mostly it had to do with endurance which is why it only took her an hour to make her way back to town. Granted she was now bent over double panting like a dog to get her air back but the point was really that she had made it.

Sneaking around in the dark, Ariel saw that the stage was still up but there was nobody around and she doubted that the people of the town gave their slaves comfortable beds at the inn which left only one place: the jail. Sticking to the small alleys and darker paths she slowly made her way to the constable’s office. She had spent most of her time after the world Went White sneaking around, avoiding the rape-gangs and looters, searching for safety. She had never found anyone she had known ever again but she had become a world class sneaker.

One of the things nearly everyone missed in the world was in-door plumbing. It had just been easier to rig up in-door bathrooms rather than building out houses. Replace the toilet with a chair with a hole cut in it and dig a hole below it and, bam, instant in-door out-house. Of course people still had to deal with the smell. In the new world you would never find a open bathroom door and in every bathroom you would find a window. Most windows were set high up on the wall to discourage would be breaker and enterers but they were there and Ariel had long ago developed a system to get herself through them.

Using her staff, Ariel managed to lift the window to the bathroom a bare inch but it was enough. She worked the narrow piece of wood between the window and the sill, lifting the window up another few inches to get more of her staff inside. With the sturdy piece of wood levered between the window and the sill she used it as a hand hold, jumping up and grabbing the sill leaving her feet a few feet off of the ground. She slid her staff farther into the bathroom as she lifted herself up more until her head and shoulders were inside. Now came the hard part.

Rocking her body back and forth, Ariel managed to slowly work her overly endowed chest inside of the bathroom. She had heard plenty of jokes from people about her being able to use her breasts as a cushion or a flotation device but any woman with a larger chest would tell you that more often than not they were just mostly in the way. Gripping the sill firmly in her hands she was able to slide the rest of her body inside, flipping herself in with her hands still gripping the solid wood so that her feet were only a few inches off of the ground. She released her hold on the sill and grabbed her staff as she landed softly on her feet, once again proving that her sneaking skills were second to none.

Ariel cracked the door of the bathroom and peeked out. Everything was dark and she could barely see the bars of the jail cells but she could see enough that she saw the cells were full. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she could see the people were packed so tight that more than a few were asleep on their feet and all wearing simple, brown shifts. They looked like someone had cut holes in potato sacks. It looked like a pen for cattle. She waited a few more moments until she could see more clearly into the main office before stepping in. The room was one large box shape with four cells, two on either side, forming a small walkway between the cells from the bathroom to the office.

Sneaking half way down the short walkway, Ariel tried to find Emma in the tightly packed cells but between the dark and the sheer number of bodies she couldn’t find her. "Emma," she whispered, "Emma, are you there?"

"Over here, girl," a masculine voice whispered back.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Ariel was sure that she had been caught and was about to speed back to the bathroom before the voice whispered out again.

"You’re looking for the English girl," the voice whispered back, "She’s over here."

Ariel took the time for a quick peek and saw a man’s arm waving at her from the further most cell. She tip-toed over until she was at the cell and the man pulled his arm back in. She saw two people part behind the bars to reveal Emma Watson. "Oh, Emma," she whispered out worriedly. She slid her arms inside the cell and tried to hug her friend through the bars before realizing how futile it was.

"What are you doing here?" Emma whispered.

"You’re being rescued," Ariel said proudly.

The man who had waved Ariel over snorted. "Can you pick the lock?" he asked.

"Well, yes," Ariel admitted, "But I was thinking you could tell me where the keys were. Kinda easier that way."

"Check the desk," the guy said as he pointed with his thumb over towards the main office.

Ariel peeked around the corner of the tightly packed cell and saw a old guy with a handlebar mustache snoring, his chair leaned back against the wall. She pulled her head back around and looked in a Emma. "He’s kinda taking the ‘cowboy’ thing kinda serious," she whispered with a grin.

"That’s Carlson," the man whispered, "He’s the main deputy. Usually just works afternoons but they keep the slaves here overnight until our owners can pick us up in the mornings."

"That’s brutal," Ariel said, forgetting to whisper.

"Be quiet," Emma whispered harshly, "He’s armed and you have a stick."

Ariel smiled back at Emma, "I’m also armed with righteousness and a pure heart. Wait right here." She began tip-toeing silently through the main office before stopping and staring at Deputy Carlson. She turned around and tip-toed back to the man standing next to Emma. "Which drawer are the keys in?"

The man told her and she turned back to make her way to the desk. Knowing exactly where the keys were was helpful but she really didn’t think he needed to roll his eyes at her. With part skill and part fluffy leather moccasins, she made her way to the desk and pulled the drawer out. She lifted it up as she pulled to better keep it from making a sound and lifted the keys out as silently as possible. With keys in hand she had to stop herself from simply rushing over to the cells keeping on tip-toes until she was there. She unlocked Emma’s cell and the British actress rushed out and wrapped her arms around her. As they hugged tightly, the man grabbed the keys and went to the next cell.

Emma peered into Ariel’s eyes. "I’m so glad you came back," she whispered.

"I wouldn’t have left if Dirk hadn’t tricked me," Ariel said angrily as she gripped Emma’s hand.

"Will you two keep…" the man started before a loud click from the front of the office drew there attention.

"How ’bout you all just stay right where you are," the armed man said with his gun now cocked and pointed at the slave holding the keys. "Hey! Carlson! How ’bout you wake the fuck up," he called.

Carlson jerked awake, his hand automatically going to his gun. "The hell?" he blurted as he looked around with bleary eyes until they fell on the other deputy. "Ben? The hell you doin’ here?" he asked.

"Didn’t think the sheriff was gonna leave you here all night did ya?" Ben said, the hand holding the gun never wavering."

"Has before," Carlson said as he stood up slowly and pulled out his sidearm.

The two girl and the guy stood stock still, just staring at Ben. With a flick of his gun the small group of attempted escapees started filing back into the cell. The two girls started joining the group but Ben held his hand up to halt them. "How ’bout you two just wait right there," he ordered. When the rest of the slaves were back in the cell, he waved his gun at the two, young, fine looking girls. "You with the tits, why don’t you grab those keys," he ordered, "And you with the accent, why don’t you close that door."

After the slender slave had shut the cell, Ben waved the two forward and Carlson went and checked the door. He rattled it to make sure that it was locked before turning back to the other deputy. "What we going to do with these two?" he asked.

Ben leered at the two slaves. "Well, I figure we gotta tell the sheriff," he said with a wicked grin, "But first, I got me an idea." He waved his gun to get the busty girl to drop the keys and she quickly obeyed. He liked that. Next he waved his gun again to get her to move forward towards him, his smile growing wider as he stared hungrily at her.

Ariel looked over at Emma and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze. She could see in Emma’s eyes that they both knew what was coming next and that there was no way out of it. She smiled weakly before turning back to the deputy that Carlson had called Ben. She stared defiantly at him as she walked closer, refusing to let the fear she was feeling show.

Ben let his eyes crawl over the young girl’s unbelievably over-developed body as she stood in front of him. "On your knees," he ordered and she slowly complied. As the girl kneeled before him he smiled over at Carlson. "Why don’t you grab the other one. We’ll have ourselves some fun before we call in the sheriff," he said.

"I’m… I’m not sure about this," Carlson said back.

"What’s the big deal?" Ben asked, "You ain’t never been over at Ritter’s?"

"Well, yeah," Carlson admitted, "But this is kinda different."

"Yeah, it’s free," Ben chuckled before turning back to the voluptuous girl kneeling at his feet. He leered down at her and felt himself growing hard in his pants and placed the end of his gun at the girl’s temple. "Take it out," he ordered.

Ariel glared angrily up at Bill before she did what she was told. She’d known this could happen, had prepared for it mentally the moment she had left her camp, it was pretty much the only way a girl with her looks could survive now a days. At least until she had met Dirk but he was at camp far from here, blissfully asleep. She continued to stare defiantly up at the deputy as she reached for his pants and unbuttoned them. She knew better than to reach for his gun belt as she unzipped his pants, men were so paranoid about that. She reached into his pants and wasn’t surprised to find him already mostly erect as he stared hungrily down at her, after all, her cleavage made an impressive sight from that angle.

"Ohhh yeah," Ben groaned as the slave began to slowly tug on his cock. He looked over at Carlson still standing stock-still, just staring at the other slave. "Go on, old man, grab you a piece," he said.

"I don’t know about this," Carlson mumbled.

"Hey, hey, slave girl," Ben said as he nodded at the other girl. She immediately looked over at him and he could tell she was doing her best to keep her face impassive, waiting on them to tell her what they wanted to do to her. "Go show Carlson what you’re working with," he ordered.

Obediently Emma walked to the desk Carlson had been sleeping behind and leaned against it, her rear-end out thrust. Keeping her eyes forward and facing away from the deputies she reached behind her and pulled up her shift to bare her heart-shaped ass to the room. It was something she was used to, people staring at her to decide if they wanted to fuck her or not, putting herself on display to strangers hoping that they wouldn’t treat her too badly. She leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, waiting for the deputy to decide whether he wanted to fuck her or not.

Ben watched the slave bare her ass to Carlson and smiled wickedly before turning his attention back towards his slave girl. "Use both hands, sweet heart," he chuckled. The girl raised her other hand and began double-fisting his cock, twisting her wrists as her hands reached his tip. His balls swung back and forth beneath him as he groaned, rocking his hips, fucking her dainty fists as she jerked him off. "That’s the stuff, sweetheart," he chuckled again, "Good job."

"Thanks," Ariel said, not even attempting to hide the sarcasm in her voice as she jerked the deputy off. From the corner of her eye she could see Emma bent over the desk, her pert ass on display like some piece of meat and her heart went out to her friend. If only Dirk was here, he’d show them.

Ben snorted with amusement. "Why don’t you put that mouth of your to good use," he said before turning his attention to Carlson and the other slave. The older deputy couldn’t keep his eyes off of the young girl’s ass. "Carlson, what the hell you waiting for?" he asked the other deputy, "That ass ain’t getting any fresher and if you ain’t gonna fuck it I will."

Carlson walked slowly over to the girl bent over his desk. His hands trembled as he reached towards her up-turned ass and softly caressed her warm, silky smooth skin. She didn’t move and didn’t make a sound and he was oddly grateful for her silence, it made it easier some how. His thumbs parted her pert cheeks and he looked down at her tiny, puckered little asshole and her pink pussy lips. He licked his lips hungrily as he slid his hands between her slender thighs, caressing her pussy mound, his hand still shaking. He slipped his thumb between her labia, slightly plumbing the tight entrance to her vagina, stroking it gently.

Ariel bent forward and circled her tongue around the tip of the deputy’s prick causing him to moan. His hips jerked and he shoved the first few inches of his cock into her warm, moist mouth. Gripping the sides of her head he began fucking her mouth, slipping the head of his dick into her throat, his balls slapping wetly against her chin. She released her hold on him and still stared defiantly up at him as he fucked her face and the look on her face just turned him on even more.

Carlson lovingly stroked the slave girl’s slowly moistening pussy, his fingers sliding wetly against her, his fingers teasing the entrance of her tight hole. His cock was aching in his pants as he slowly managed to get her ready for him. Fucking her dry just seemed more like rape than taking the time and consideration to get her ready for him. He slipped his thumb into her warm pussy causing her to grunt a little as he slid his digit slowly in and out of her. She felt ready enough and, his hand still shaking with nerves, he unzipped his pants and released his aching prick.

Burying his cock in the girl’s mouth, Ben held himself inside of her, his cock slipping into her tightly clutching throat. He grinned down at her as she began to struggle for breath, her eyes flashing with anger as drool escaped from the corner of her mouth. He laughed out before pulling his dick out of her mouth, coughing as streams of drool slipped from the tip of his prick to her lips. "Good, good, girl," he laugh before bending down. He slipped his free hand under her arm pit and yanked her to her feet, her massive tits wobbling wildly. "Let’s go see your friend," he snarked as he pushed her towards the desk.

Ariel let herself be pushed towards the desk opposite Emma. The deputy pushed her forward and down until she was face to face with her friend, her ass out-thrust. "It’ll be okay," she whispered. She couldn’t stand the blank look on Emma face, it broke her heart. Her deputy yanked her top down roughly, freeing her large tits as he ground his hard prick against her. He reached beneath her chest and gripped her large tits, squeezing them to the point of pain and twisting her sensitive nipples between his fingertips. She heard him laughing as he slid his hands down her body and yanked her bottoms down, exposing her to him.

Deputy Carlson groaned as he rubbed his sensitive cock-head against the British slaves dewy pussy-lips, once again happy she was remaining quiet. He slipped the tip of his prick inside of the entrance to her vagina before grabbing her firmly by her slender hips. He began slowly sliding himself inside of her inch by inch, her tight cunt parting around his shaft, squeezing down on him as he filled her. He startled for a moment when she groaned out and he held himself still, cursing himself for going to fast and possibly hurting her.

Not giving a good rat’s ass about hurting his slave, Deputy Ben thrust himself into her dry causing her to yell out in pain. He chuckled at the discomfort he was causing his slave as he pulled out slightly and then roughly forced himself into her again, pushing her forward across the desk. He forced himself inside of the over-developed young girl again and again, her tight cunt gripping and squeezing him as he enjoyed the feel of her body and the sounds he was forcing her to make.

Gritting her teeth, Ariel tried her hardest to remain silent, to not give the bastard raping her the satisfaction of hearing her squeal in pain. Her fingers were digging furrows in the desk, the papers and files wadding up in her fists. She kept her eyes locked on Emma’s, the British beauties stare still blank. "It’ll be okay," she whispered again but there was no response from her friend, her face slack and impassive. Another grunt of pain escaped past her lips as Deputy Ben finally bottomed out inside of her and held himself still, relishing the feel of her body wrapped around his cock.

Grunting with pleasure with every thrust into the slender slave, Carlson kept his eyes locked onto her shapely ass, her smooth flesh rippling with ever push and shove forward into her body. He held her hips possessively as he fucked her tight hole, her body rocking back and forth before him. He slid his hands up her slender body under her shift, below her chest to her small, firm breasts, squeezing the soft orbs. He rolled her nipples between his fingertips bringing them to full hardness as he continued softly fucking her tight cunt.

"It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay…" Ariel whispered again and again to Emma with every thrust of the deputy’s cock into her body. Her pussy had finally lubricated enough to take away some of the pain but it was a small mercy. Her hips ached being pressed between the wooden desk and Ben’s thrusting groin. His pace began to increase, his hips smashing against her rear and she knew he was close to cumming, to finally ending her rape. She could hear his desperate grunts from behind her and the sounds of his hips slapping wetly against her ass. He reached underneath her and began squeezing her tits, his fingers rippling like a farmer milking a cow.

A small grunt escaped from Ariel’s mouth as Deputy Ben slammed himself against her and she could feel his cock spurting it’s dirty seed inside of her. His thick cum felt like it was burning her as he groaned out behind her, grinding himself against her ass. In front of her she could see tears trailing down Emma’s beautiful face and it was almost more than she could bear. Her friend’s expression never changed, her eyes still staring blankly towards her only now wet with her tears. "Shhh… it’ll be okay sweetie. It’ll be okay," she tried to reassure the former actress.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Carlson panted. He thrust himself forward one last, forceful, time, burying himself as deep inside the young girl as he could and came. "Shiii-t-t-t…" he stuttered as he held her tight against him, draining his balls deep inside of her. He looked across the table and saw Ben pulling his own pecker out of his slave and chuckled at the younger man. "Guess you had yourself a point," he conceded.

Ben chuckled, "Heh, when it comes to good pussy I’m never wrong."

As sense of relief washed over Ariel and she could see Emma’s eyes starting to clear as the older deputy pulled his spent cock out of her. It was over and they survived.

"The hell is going on here?" a voice called out.

Ariel’s head snapped to the front of the office along with the other three and she and Emma froze. In the open doorway stood a tall man, easily over six feet tall, and surrounded by a small group of other men, all with shiny gold stars pinned to their chests.

"Sh… Sh… Sh… Sheriff Danners," Deputy Carlson blurted out while Deputy Ben nonchalantly tucked his spent cock back into his pants.

"Ah, shoot, sheriff," Ben started with a cocky smile on his face, "We was just having a bit of fun before the slaves head out tomorrow."

The sheriff glared at Carlson and Ben. He could expect Ben to pull something like this but Carlson was way past knowing better. "Those two bits of trim were bought and paid for by people other than you so why you two poking your peckers into ’em?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

"They… they… they were escaping," Carlson mumbled.

"Yeah, Sheriff," Ben agreed, "So we figured we’d just take ’em for a bit of a spin before takin’ ’em out back while we waited for you."

The sheriff crossed his arms as he peered at his two deputies before looking back and forth to the deputies he had brought with him. "So instead of getting the rest of the slaves ready to head out tomorrow you just figured on wasting time rather than doing your job. It that it?" he asked. He watched as Ben looked to Carlson and then back before shrugging.

"To be honest, I guessed we’d be done before you got here," Ben said while trying for an innocent "aw shucks" smile.

"Is that what you thought," the sheriff said, "Well, I have me a thought. How ’bout you and Carlson get the rest of the slaves ready…"

Carlson and Ben sighed in relief. At least they weren’t going to be joining the slaves.

"…by yourselves…"

Carlson and Ben’s looks of relief quickly turned to sorrow.

"…while me and the boys decide what to do with those two slaves of yours. Now get going," the sheriff ordered. His eyes turned to the two slave girls, one half naked and the other looked like she hadn’t been wearing much in the way of clothes to begin with. The two slaves certainly seemed obedient since they had frozen and stayed frozen in place since he had come in but the price for escape was the price for escape and there wasn’t anything even the sheriff could do. "Now, as for you two," he said as both girls’ eyes stayed locked on him, "The price for escape is death…"

Both Ariel gasped in sudden shock.

"…but might as well get some use outta you first." He began unzipping his pants as he casually walked over to the deputies desk and the two mostly naked, helpless slave girls not even noticing as their eyes grew wider in fear.


"Swear I should just leave that girl," Dirk grumbled to himself. He looked above him at the slightly open window set high in the wall to the sheriff’s office. By the smell wafting out it was the window to the bathroom and by the sounds coming out of it there were at least two people inside. From the sound of the two individuals they were getting the slaves ready to leave tomorrow which apparently meant a good deal of cleaning. And also by the sound the two individuals had run across two slave girls tryin’ to escape and it wasn’t to hard for Dirk to figure out it was Ariel and her little friend. The situation wasn’t to bad: Only two guards, take them out, free the rest of the slaves as a distraction, make a break for the horse and they’d be well out of the town before dawn.

Dirk began sneaking towards the front of the building, staying low to the ground, his eyes darting back and forth. He would tip-toe into the building, take out the two deputies, one way or the other, and then make a break out of town. He peeked through a side window and saw how much worse the situation really was.


Ariel’s eyes were wide as she gurgled around the cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. On her hands and knees, the man below her pounding up into her poor abused pussy, she had been stripped naked except for her boots. A third man kneeled behind her, pulsing in and out of her ass as he kneaded her pliant flesh. With the three men fucking her she was surprised some of the other guards weren’t trying to fuck her ears or her arm pits or something but then from the corner of her eye she saw where the other guards were spending their time waiting for one of her holes to be open. Emma was on her hands and knees as well, a deputy below her fucking her pussy, one in her mouth and one in her ass. There were actually still a few men waiting, completely pantless in their cowboy boots with their erections bobbing in the air as they conversed and waited for their turns and she angrily saw them playing haphazardly with her staff.

"How many fucking deputies does this town need?" Ariel wondered, her ripe body being shoved back and forth by the dicks pounding in and out of her. Her lips were stretched tight around the cock in her mouth, her jaw sore as streams of drool escaped from the corners of her lips. Her hips ached as the other two pricks thrust in and out of her tightly clutching cunt and ass. There was a sharp pain in her neck and shoulders as she supported nearly her whole weight with her arms as her naked body was thrust back, forth, and up and down. The deputy fucking her face quickly filled her mouth with sperm causing her to gag for a moment before he pulled out and was quickly replaced. The cock in her ass exploded and she could feel the other deputy pull out and shoot the last of his load across her lower back. Below her the deputy pounding in and out of her cunt held her hips down, filling her tight hole with his thick seed as he yelled out, "Take it, slut!"

A few feet from her, Ariel could see the three men fucking Emma all pull out of her slightly shivering body and stand up. One of the deputies kicked her in the ribs, knocking her to her side as they all stood above her jerking their cocks until the came all over her. A fourth man appeared with a bucket of mop water and threw it on the British girl, rinsing the cum from her naked, slender body. The deputy threw his empty bucket to the side before kicking Emma in the shoulder, knocking her down onto her back and practically jumping on top of her between her legs. His rampaging cock quickly found her vulnerable pussy and he began viciously fucking her as another guard kneeled down, straddling her head, his knees on her shoulder holding her down. Ariel could see the same blank look in her friend’s face as she was fucked, the second deputy yanking her head up by her hair and thrusting his cock into her slack mouth.

A boot suddenly flashed out and caught Ariel in the stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs and forcing her onto her back. The deputy that had kicked her straddled her chest and gripped her large, fleshy breasts, wrapping them around his cock and he began vigorously fucking her sensitive tits. Two more guards kneeled on either side of her head and yanked her up by her hair. The guard on her left pulled her face to his groin and began fucking her face, slipping past her pink lips and over her moist tongue. The other guard used his grip on her hair to yank her away from the other deputy and began fucking her mouth as well.

As the sheriff and deputies took turn fucking the two escaping slaves, no one paid attention as the front door slowly opened.

Both deputies were fucking Ariel’s mouth, cutting off her air as they slid piston like in and out of her mouth. Her lips were painfully spread to the point that the young girl thought the skin of her face was going to split open, her jaw aching that she was convinced it was broken. Her face was red and slowly turning purple as the two deputies grunted and groaned in pleasure, each one trying to shove their angry pricks as deep into her mouth as they could, their balls slapping wetly against her cheeks. Suddenly she was dragged back and could barely see why from around the hips of the deputy fucking her tits. Another of the town’s law enforcement had been kneeling between her legs and had yanked her up on top of his thighs. He jammed his cock between her legs, spearing her like a wounded animal, fucking her roughly while the other three continued fucking her tits and mouth, barely noticing her change in position.

As the guard fucking her mouth’s balls swung back and forth, from between his legs, Ariel could see Emma being raped as furiously as she was. She could barely see her friend’s body from between the pile of men ravishing her body, the deputies writhing around on and inside of her.

Gripping his knife between his teeth, Dirk reached just inside of the door and grabbed the closet guard by the throat and yanked him outside. Before the pantless deputy could yell he twisted his hand, easily breaking the man’s neck. He took a small step inside, one boot inside the door, and peered around the door and found his second guard. Leaving the door open just a small space allowed him to spin around inside of the office. The movement caught the attention of the guard nearest to the first and Dirk’s hand blurred, snatching the blade from between his teeth and planting it up inside of the deputy’s jaw and into his brain.

As the deputy died, Ariel saw Dirk from the corner of her eye slowly lower him to the ground. Her eyes went wide as she tried to smile around the two cocks fucking her mouth, they were saved, Dirk was here. Mustering her strength she wrapped her legs around the guy fucking her, holding him in place as she bit down on the deputy dicks in her mouth. The two guards yelled out in pain and tried to pull out but she kept a firm hold on them with her teeth as their cries turned to high-pitched screams of pain.

"Dammit, girl," Dirk growled angrily. He had hoped to take out a few more men before being spotted but thanks to Ariel his plan was all shot to hell. All of their deputies turned their attention towards his small, troublesome companion giving him just a few more moments before being spotted. He dropped his knife and unsheathed his sword in one hand and his gun in the other.

"Fuckin’ upstart slave!" the sheriff laughed as his men began squirming in pain, "Just about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen." He turned to his nearest deputy, Nathanson, and playfully slapped him on the shoulder except it wasn’t Nathanson. "The fuck are you?" he asked the sudden stranger.

"So much for a few more moments," Dirk growled in frustration. He slashed out a bare instant after the sheriff jumped back. As the sheriff landed on his bare ass, Dirk raised his gun as the deputies turned towards the sheriff and spotted Dirk. While the gunman thumbed back the hammer the pantless sheriff kicked one of the deputies in the ass, knocking him towards Dirk as he fired, taking the bullet meant for the sheriff.

Reaching out for the closest pair of pants, the sheriff cried out just as the stranger cussed and leapt further into the office. The gunslinger had put himself behind the deputies struggling to pull themselves out of the fuck-meat slaves. The slave that used to serve in the saloon didn’t make a move or a sound as his deputies pulled themselves out of her but the new slave kept her hold with her teeth and thick thighs, trapping his men. The sheriff didn’t care. Yanking the gun out of the pants he had found he immediately fired, barely aiming.

The deputy trapped between her thighs jerked as the top of his head disappeared and collapsed on top of Ariel. As what was left of his brain slithered out of the top of his head she squealed out in disgust, accidentally releasing the placid cocks in her mouth. "Goddammit!" she cried out as the two deputies that and been fucking her mouth quickly pulled away and she held the dead deputy up with her arms. Rolling to her side, her blood sticky breasts moving like ballasts, she moved the dead deputy off of her and began crawling away from the center of the room. Dirk had taught to always keep her cool in a fight but a dead guy was a dead guy and a dead guy’s brain splashing down on you was something else entirely. So instead of taking the opportunity to grab a unused and discarded gun she instead crawled towards her staff leaning against the deputies desk.

"Aieee…!" a deputy squealed painfully drawing Dirk’s attention. He saw Ariel’s staff protruding from between his legs and smirked to himself as he fired and put the deputy out of his misery. Sure, the girl had grabbed her stick instead of a gun but, then again, she wasn’t that great of a shot yet. Either way the girl had some fire in her and her decided to double down on teaching her to bo fight if they survived. He was further impressed when Ariel used her staff to drop the deputy over on top of the sheriff.

The deputies ran back and forth around the sheriff’s office unsure if they should be scrambling for safety or their guns and their confusion made Dirk’s job easier. Whenever one of the men would run by him his sword flashed out and for the rest he used his gun. The old colt held six bullets but he had long ago taught himself to load one handed. He tipped the chamber, dumping the spent shells and then brought the gun down to his belt. Rolling the empty chamber across his belt, his thumb would pop a bullet out and slid it into the revolving chamber. Six smooth passes filled his gun with lead and with a quick click of the chamber sliding home he would raise his gun and six men died. With his sword and two passes of his gun across his belt the deputies all fell down bonelessly. Except for the sheriff, he was still hiding under the corpse of his deputy.

Unabashedly naked, Ariel stood up gripping her staff just as Dirk had taught her. She may not had been the killer that her companion was but she’s introduced her wooden to more than a few deputies while Dirk had killed them one by one like a carnival game. One ass-hat had even tried to use her as a shield but smacking him in the foot with her staff had made him release his hold on her before she punched him in the nuts. "That everybody?" she asked. Dirk nodded to her side and she looked down and saw the sheriff hiding underneath the body she had dumped on top of him.

"Oh you dirty fucker," Ariel growled before raising her staff up, her eyes flashing with anger. As she began raining blows down with her staff he began squealing pitifully and trying to cover his head from her vicious attack. With every hollow thunk from hard wood meeting hard bone she cursed him and all of his ancestors. At one point he threw his barely used gun away and begged to surrender but she was beyond caring at that point and simply continued beating and swearing at him.

The sight of Ariel’s naked, jiggling body beating the holy living shit out of her rapist caused Dirk to smile like a proud father. He let her go for a couple of minutes as he cleaned his blades and made sure his gun was loaded before slipping it back into his holster. He noticed his companion’s little friend cowering in the corner and coughed to get Ariel’s attention. It took a couple of attempts but she finally stopped beating on the poor sheriff long enough to look at him.

"What?" Ariel asked angrily, her staff held high to continue beating the sheriff with. Dirk nodded off to one side and she saw Emma in the corner. "Oh, sweetie," she gasped at her naked and thoroughly raped friend. While the two girls were distracted he strode over to the sheriff bleeding underneath his dead deputy. From outside he could hear the town’s people gathering and knew that they didn’t have much time left. "You two find some clothes," he called over to the girls as he unsheathed his knife, "And get those cages open but nobody leaves yet." He got squared down and held his knife up to the sheriff to make sure the thoroughly beaten man could see it. "You’re gonna die," he said matter of factly, "And how long it takes and how painful it is is up to you."

The sheriff looked around at all of his dead deputies and nodded his head in understanding. Dirk nodded back before placing his knife out of the sheriff’s eye sight. The gunslinger’s unease had started with the three men outside of town that he had killed. They were bold and brazen. They had taken Ariel right out in the open, completely unafraid that a young girl like that could have a companion. Next his suspicion had risen after visiting the sheriff’s office the first time. There had been only one old ass deputy and Dirk hadn’t seen a single other one, or the sheriff, until tonight when they were keeping the slaves corralled. His suspension only grew when he came back for Ariel and there had been nearly a dozen deputies raping her and her friend. The number had grown from one deputy to way to many for a town this size. And not a single one had been a fighter, they had all died to easily. Hell, the only person to take a shot at him had been the sheriff and when he missed he hid under a corpse. These were not the people keeping order in the town. "Who’s in charge of this shit-hole?" he asked plainly.

"Ka… ka… The KK Clan," the sheriff stuttered.

"The fucking Klu Klux Klan?" Dirk asked in disbelief.

"N… no," the sheriff grunted, "Clan with a ‘C’. They’re very adamant about that part."

"Whatever works for ’em," Dirk said before running his blade over the sheriff’s throat. He made sure not to hit any of the veins or arteries in the neck preferring for the other man to suffer a bit before he passed on. Not needing any more information he stood up and cleaned his blade before sliding it back into it’s sheath. He had no idea who the KK Clan were and couldn’t care less. All he needed was a name so he could avoid them in the future. He looked over and saw Ariel dressed in her own clothes and her friend wearing basically a potato sack with holes cut out for her head and arms the same as the rest of the slaves.

Dirk stood in front of the door to address the soon to be released slaves and Ariel led the other girl behind her. "Listen up, folks," he said, "The town’s gathering outside so our best bet is to just make a run for it. Everybody make a break for it and they won’t be able to catch us all." He glared angrily at the crowd to make sure they got the point and knew how serious he was about the next bit. "There’s a horse out back and it’s mine. Anybody goes near it I mow them down," he said as he pulled out his gun, "Me and the girls are going first. I’ll fire a couple of shots into the air to put a bit of a scare into the folks outside. Everybody got it?" The slaves all nodded their heads as some of them grabbed the now ownerless guns.

"Everybody ready?" Dirk asked and heard Ariel turn the knob on the door. He turned around, his gun raised and took a breath. He nodded towards his companion who nodded back as she took the other girl’s hand with her free hand. She pulled the slave behind her and threw the door open and he leapt through it firing two shots wildly. Ariel and the girl followed him through as his eyes tracked the people outside and he noted two rifles and four handguns. He took out two of the people holding the handguns as Ariel dragged her friend into the ally between the sheriff’s office and the next building. Never turning from the crowed he followed the two girls taking the owner of on of the rifles before losing sight of the town’s people behind a flood of slaves.

Turning down the ally, Dirk sprinted behind the sheriff’s office where the horse was. If there had been any townies Ariel would have alerted him so he holstered his gun to help him run. When he reached the back he saw Ariel helping her friend up into the saddle. "Climb up," he ordered Ariel and, for once, she didn’t bitch about the horse being mean to her. When she was positioned behind the slave girl he have the horse a quick slap on it’s hind-quarters and it reared up causing Ariel to squeal in surprise. The horse belted out of town for a second time as Dirk ran behind it. When the girls had cleared the town he slowed his run. It was still dark enough for no one to spot them to clearly and he’s need his endurance to catch up to the horse.


Dirk caught up to the girls by the first of the afternoon and by the way Ariel stood up and placed herself in front of her friend she knew what kind of conversation they’d be having. "The hell did you think you were doing!?" he barked angrily.

"You knew what was happening," Ariel barked back as she handed the canteen of water to Dirk, "That’s why you had your stupid horse kidnap me!"

Taking a small sip of water, Dirk swished around his mouth before yelling back, "Cuz I knew what was going to happen when you found out!"

"I couldn’t leave Emma there!" Ariel said defiantly.

"Even if it got you killed?" he growled angrily.

"It was the right thing to do!"

"And you could have gotten me killed!"

"Which is why I left you behind. Sound familiar?"

Dirk took another swallow before answering. It was times like this that he missed traveling alone. There was half a dozen ways to poke a hole in her logic but all of them led to him telling her about the double K clan. The only reason the three of them were still alive was because the clan had let a bunch of posers with badges pretend to run the town. If a single on of the so-called law men had been half adept in a fight one of the three of them would be bleeding and possibly dying right now. And what if he did tell her about the Clan? What would she want to do about it? Probably start some sort of slave uprising or something even more stupid. He took another sip before pointing an angry finger at the young girl. "If it happens again you’re on your own. Got it?" he asked sternly.

"Fine. And the horse you rode in on," Ariel replied. They started defiantly at each other, the argument over, neither side really winning their part except that Emma was safe. Slowly her face softened and she took a step forward. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"I’m fine," Dirk answered tersely as Ariel hugged him.

"Thank you for rescuing me," Ariel murmured.

"I ain’t doing it again."

"You said that last time."

Dirk sighed in defeat and wrapped his arms around Ariel. She had a point.

With everybody calmed down and Dirk re-hydrated, Ariel tried to impress Emma with her ability to make a campfire. After Dirk fixed it he dug into their supplies and pulled out enough food for the three of them. He had bartered fairly for their new supplies but considering how they had left town he cursed the waste of time and material. "Shoulda just stole everything," he mumbled to himself.

Ariel looked up from the pot of boiling soup. "Huh?"

"Nothing," he said back. He laid back on his camping pack and let Ariel pretend that she knew how to cook. He let the girls talk for a while as he tried to think of a way to bring up their next problem. He was slightly surprised by how well Emma was getting passed the trauma but then again she was probably used to it and worse. And then Ariel caught his attention. "What was that?" he asked.

"I said that between Emma and me earning our keep we could probably buy our own horse in a couple of months and just share," Ariel said, extremely pleased with her idea.

Dirk had found a way to bring up their next problem. "She can’t ride with us," he said bluntly. And judging by Emma’s sudden downcast face she knew the problem.

"What?" Ariel gasped, "Why not?"

"Because they know me," Emma said in barely more than a whisper, "They know what I look like."

Ariel looked from Emma to Dirk and back again. "Of course people know you. You’re Hermione fucking Granger!"

"That ain’t it," Dirk said. It was bad enough that the girl was going to have to live with his decision, he wasn’t going to make her say it out loud. "The folks back in the town are gonna recapture at least a few of the escaped slaves and between them and the ones that didn’t make it out of town they’re gonna figure out who escaped and go looking for them. Including your friend," he said with a nod towards Emma.

Ariel’s heart felt like it was going to burst. "But… but… but we saved her," she whined pitifully, her eyes misting over.

"And now we gotta hide her," Dirk told her as she wrapped her arms possibly around the English girl.

"But… but I saved her," Ariel said as Emma snuggled against her chest. "I don’t want her to go."

"I don’t want to go," Emma mewed like a frightened kitten.

Dirk nodded in agreement with both girls. "Be that as it may, we gotta put her up someplace she’ll be safe and that sure ain’t with us," he told them. He let them hold one another before continuing, letting them comfort each other. "Got a guy I know, pretty decent. He runs a spot of land and raises mostly goats and he’s getting on in years so I’m sure he’d appreciate a hand, Emma," he said. The former Harry Potter star nodded her head slowly in agreement. "Good," he said as he did some quick math in his head, "It’s a few days from here to there and we’ll start in the morning." Neither of the girls answered and he really didn’t expect them to so, with nothing left to say, he rolled over in his side and closed his eyes. Across the fire the two girls continued to hold one another as the murmured to each other.


As Ariel snored lightly, Emma carefully made her way out from under their blanket and stood up. She was barefoot but was used to that, there wasn’t much call for your slave to have all the latest fashion and besides, she had done most of her work in her back. She let the thread bare shift fall off her shoulders and puddle around her feet, the fire illuminating her slim, naked body as she walked as quietly as she could. She wasn’t afraid of waking Dirk up, he had probably woken up the moment she had stood up but she didn’t want to wake Ariel up. At least not yet.

Crawling beneath Dirk’s blanket she pressed her naked body against his back and placed her hand in his broad chest.

“Think you crawled into the wrong part of the campsite,” Dirk told the British girl. He knew why she was there and wanted to give the girl an easy out of she changes her mind.

“I wanted to thank you,” Emma said softly into the man’s ear as she began nuzzling at his neck and grinding herself against the denim covering him.

“No need,” he told her, “I was just looking after my own.” He nodded over to the slumbering shape of Ariel sleeping oblivious on the other side of the low burning fire.

“I have no money,” Emma said as she licked his ear lobe, “I have no supplies to share,” she continued as she slid her hand slowly down Dirk’s chest, “I can’t make up a fire,” she whispered as she slipped her hand over his abdomen, “I can barely cook,” she whimpered as her hand traveled over his pants and squeezed the growing limp in his jeans, “All I can offer is this one thing.”

Dirk cursed his slowly hardening prick as he rolled over into his back. He pulled Emma’s naked body against his as she continued massaging his cock. Even through his pants she quickly had him fully erect and he could only think that the British girl’s fingers must have made Ariel very happy in their room. She leaned up and let him lick and suck at her slender chest as she opened up his pants and he found himself noticing that she didn’t even try to take his jeans off or unbuckle his weapons belt, she certainly knew what she was doing. She pulled his prick out and began tugging on him as she cooed above him in appreciation of the work he was putting into her small tits.

From the corner of her eye, Emma could see Ariel still sleeping on the other side of the fire and hoped she stayed asleep until after she was done. She turned her attention back to Dirk, shifting her chest slightly to give him access to her other breast while she continued jerking him off. His hands came up, one squeezing her ass and the other squeezing her free tit. She groaned out slightly, silencing herself quickly so as not to wake Ariel, the gunman was really skilled with his fingers. She had expected to just thank him and head back to his companion’s side but he was taking his time with her body, exploring her rear-end with one hand and her chest with his other hand and mouth and she quickly found herself growing wet between her legs.

Dirk held Emma tightly against him, sliding her down slightly and kissing her, his tongue probing her mouth while his fingers probed her wet pussy. She groaned in appreciation into his mouth, her hand massaging his swollen prick as she began grinding herself against his hand. His fingers were digging between her soft ass-cheeks and her groin was slowly humping against his thigh, sliding back and forth over his leg and hand as she gasped in pleasure. He could tell she was trying to be as quiet as possible, probably trying not to wake Ariel and while he was sympathetic he was also hard in the former actress’s hand. They were all adults here and he had every intention of fucking this one.

Emma gasped out in surprise as Dirk fairly lifted her up completely and set her on top of him, her slender legs spread around his hips. She kept a hold of his cock and aimed it up between her thighs and shuddered as she lowered herself down onto it. She groaned in the back of her throat as the gunman’s cock split her tight, hot, wet walls, his hands on her hips to control and balance her. She shuddered again as she took the last inch of him inside of herself, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the pleasure he was giving her. His hands slid from her hips up to her small breasts, his fingers expertly toying with her hard nipples as she began rolling her hips and fucking his rigid prick.

Ariel slid her two fingers into her greedy cunt as far as she could as she watched the two people she most wanted to have sex in the entire world have sex only a few feet from her. She understood what Emma was doing, thanking the man who had saved her life the only way she could, she had even mentioned it earlier after they had eaten. Of course Ariel had said it wasn’t necessary but she should have known from the look in Emma’s eye that she was going to do it anyway. And it was hot. Emma was completely naked as she ride Dirk, her back arched and Dirk’s hands on her chest. Meanwhile Dirk was completely clothed and even though she couldn’t see nearly as much of him as she’d like the idea of his prick buried inside of Emma was sending throbs of lust between her legs. She chewed her bottom lip to try and keep quiet knowing that Dirk didn’t give two shits if anybody watched him having sex but he’d turned her down every time she’d tried to seduce him with a 3-way. And plus she didn’t want to embarrass Emma. It was a hard life when all you knew to help was fuck someone.

Lifting his hips up to let Emma take every inch of him that she could, Dirk caressed her soft, firm breasts as she rode him. She was still trying to keep quiet but he could tell from the corner of his eye that Ariel was awake and probably playing with herself as she watched Emma fuck and he was relieved that she didn’t try to join in again. She was the only person he knew that could actually sneak up on him when she had the mind to do it and it would actually be a helpful skill if she could do it some other time that didn’t involve getting him to have sex with her.

“Oh, oh, oh…” Emma painted softly as she rode Dirk, already on the verge of orgasm. His cock felt wonderful inside of her and he let her do all the work with her hips while his hands and fingers caressed and punched her sensitive breasts and nipples. “So good…”

Ariel silently cursed Emma that she was getting to fuck Dirk and she wasn’t. The juncture of her thighs was a gooey mess as she frigged herself, her fingers delving between her sticky pussy-lips and her thumb circling her clit. She wasn’t upset with Emma for wanting to fuck Dirk even though she had told her it wasn’t necessary she just wished her friend would move around a bit more so she could see Dirk’s cock. She’d seen it several times in their travels, he definitely wasn’t shy when it came to sex and she always enjoyed herself afterwards, usually alone off in the woods.

Dirk could feel Emma’s tight cunt fluttering around his pole and knew the young woman was about to cum. He left one hand on her left tit pinching her nipple while his other hand trailed down her graceful back to her pert was. He split her taunt cheeks with his middle finger and circled the rosebud entrance to her ass before plunging his finger inside of her.

“F- f- f- fuck- k- k-…” Emma stuttered as she came. The muscles in her legs twitched as she groaned in pleasure, her pussy clamping down on Dirk’s cock as it gushes. She could feel him cumming inside of her, his hot seed filling her she shook and writhed on top of him.

“Sh- sh- shit- t-t-…” Ariel whispered breathlessly as she came. She kept her fingers buried as deep as she could inside of herself until her orgasm began to subside. She saw Emma starting to climb off of Dirk and quickly pulled her fingers out of her cunt and yanked the blanket over her head. She closed her eyes and struggled to breath less deeply and hoped that Emma couldn’t smell anything funny when she climbed in.

As Emma stood up, Dirk handed her a handkerchief to clean herself. She blushed and nodded at him before starting to wipe herself down while he zipped himself back up. “You can keep it,” he told her with a smirk and once again she blushed and nodded before scurrying to put her shift back on and join Ariel in the other side of the dim fire.

The next morning Ariel and Emma went out to collect some water and Ariel kept slyly grinning at Emma. “Stop it,” Emma said sheepishly with a playful poke of her elbow into Ariel’s side.

“So how was he?” Ariel asked with a wicked smile.

“Stop it,” Emma giggled.

“Leave out no details,” Ariel demanded.

Emma rolled her eyes at Ariel. “It was fine,” she said defensively.

Ariel scoffed. “I was watching. You got off in, like, five minutes. That’s more than fine,” she said as an accusation.

“I can’t believe you were watching,” Emma said with a deep blush.

“He won’t fuck me so I gotta get my jollies some how now spill,” Ariel demanded again, “And what was that he did right before you came, I couldn’t see.”

“He… he… he…” Emma giggled as she struggled to speak, “He stuck his finger in… in… he stuck his finger in my butt.”

“Phfft!” Ariel blurted out with a dismissive wave, “Anybody can do that. Hell, I can do that.” And with no warning she shoved Emma face first into the nearest tree.

“Wha?!” Emma squealed as she felt Ariel lift up the back of her shift to expose her bare ass.

“Hold ya horses,” Ariel giggled before spreading Emma’s tight little cheeks apart to expose her little rosebud to the morning light. With no warning she rolled her tongue into a tube and jammed it into her friend’s asshole. She heard the former actress squeal and released her hold on her cheeks to grip her slender hips as she thrust her tongue in and out of her friend’s shivering body.

“Oh, oh, oh…” Emma painted with lust as her friend tongue-fucked her ass, “You’re such a dirty little girl.”

“Ain’t seen nothing yet,” Ariel mumbled into the British girl’s ass. She slid one hand between Emma’s spread thighs and began fingering her pussy, sliding her fingers along her slit until she was nice and wet. She could hear Emma’s pants and moans above her and smile in pride at being able to turn her friend on so easily. When the actress was dripping wet, Ariel dipped two fingers into the other girl’s gooey hole, fucking her cunt with her fingers and her ass with her tongue.

Unlike last night, Emma wasn’t two worried about waking anybody up and groaned loudly as Ariel forcibly tongued and finger-fucked her. She rocked her slender hips back against the dark haired girl’s face and hand, her juices dripping down the insides of her trembling thighs.

Ariel released Emma’s hip and used her free hand to hold the lighter haired girl’s ass-cheeks apart as she pulled her head back. She closed one eye to take aim at Emma’s puckered asshole and then pulled her fingers out of her dripping pussy. With a quick, calculated thrust she buried her two fingers as deep into her friend’s ass making her squeal in delight. The British girl was twitching and shivering above her and Ariel gave herself another self-satisfied smile at a job well done. Suddenly she shoved her ring and pinky fingers into her friend’s gushing pussy and heard the former actress squeal loud enough that her voice echoed across the rapidly warming desert. And then she cocked her head below Emma’s groin and her own hands, her neck at a painful angle, and gave her a quick kiss on her clit.

Emma’s voice caught in her throat and fireworks exploded behind her eyes. Slavery aside she had been very lucky to find such talented people.

When Ariel and Emma returned to their campsite, Dirk yelled at both of them for making so much noise and told them they were going to have to move on immediately before someone followed the noise and found them. Both girls looked crestfallen as he yelled at them but the moment his back was turned they smiled at one another and held hands.

When the small band of travelers stopped for lunch Dirk took a look at the barefoot Emma’s feet. He didn’t say anything about them but when he was done he told her to brush down the horse.

“What’s the horse’s name?” Emma asked as she got started.

“Asshole,” Ariel started.

“It don’t have one,” Dirk finished.

“So how do you get it to come when you call?” Emma asked as she carefully brushed the horse’s rear flank.

“First we have to sacrifice a black she-goat at the full moon…” Ariel started.

“I click my tongue and say ‘Hey’,” Dirk finished, “Seems to know who I’m talking to.”

Once Emma was done Dirk had the girls break down the site while he saddled the horse. He climbed up and began moving the supplies around while the girls finished and when everything was where he would need to be he held his hand down for Emma. “Up and attem.”

“What’s this happy horse shit?!” Ariel asked with an angry stomp of her foot that sent a pleasant jiggle throughout her overly developed body. She glared at Dirk but could see Emma slide sideways over to the horse and let Dirk help her up into the saddle. “I thought you said that two people riding the horse would wear it out,” she reminded him.

“It will,” Dirk told his companion while he helped Emma get situated, “But that’s better than your friend’s feet blistering. Sides, she ain’t packing as much as you do.”

Ariel scowled for a moment before looking down at her sizable breasts. “That’s fair. But how do you know the horse will let her stay. That stupid glue factory bucks me off every time.”

“He let her brush him down, didn’t he,” Dirk said before clicking his tongue and spurring the horse on.

With two on the horse, Dirk slowed down their pace which allowed Ariel to keep up easier. Usually she spent most of their travels staring at the horse’s rear-end but now if she found herself falling behind she could easily skip to the horse’s side. And it didn’t really bother her that much since Emma was barefoot but after they had been traveling for nearly an hour she found herself falling behind and gave a quick little jog to catch back up. “Son of a bitch! Not again,” she cried out.

Emma smiled sheepishly down at Ariel. Riding behind Dirk, the former actress had her arms around his waist with one hand holding onto his belt. Her other hand however was wrapped around his erection jutting from his pants. Her hand slid from the base to his tip where she trapped his sensitive cock-head in her fist, twisting her palm around it before sliding back down to the base with another twist from her wrist before traveling back up again. Based on her customers’ reactions she knew that she gave good hand-jobs and she soon had Dirk throbbing in her hand. “I just wanted to thank him for letting me ride up here with him,” she told Ariel meekly.

Ariel could tell that Dirk was purposefully ignoring her glaring up at him but she refused to give up the opportunity to take a gander at his hard cock. She’d had several dreams about his prick and would always wake up with her fingers jammed in her snatch. As far as she was concerned it was the perfect prick. His cock jutted straight out from his body with a small tilt up towards the sky. It was the same color as his skin, a golden brown, with thick veins traveling along it. Not, like, gross veins or anything but she definitely wanted to run her fingertips along them, tracing them lightly. His swollen cock-head was a shade lighter than the rest of his skin and from here she could see a drop of pre-cum form before Emma’s hand wiped it away. Ariel’s mouth watered and she licked her lips as she boldly watched Emma jerk Dirk off.

That night Ariel and Emma laid snuggled beneath their blanket while Dirk slept across from them. “It was no big deal,” Emma whispered to Ariel.

“I know,” Ariel whispered back.

“So why are you acting like it is?”

Ariel thought over her reply before answering. It was strange how things sounded good in your brain but when you said them out loud you wound up sounding like a idiot. “Mostly it’s just Dirk. I’ve literally thrown myself at him but he still won’t give it up and with you… you’ve had him twice,” she pouted.

Emma thought over her own response for a moment before lifting her hand up in front of Ariel’s face. She folded her four fingers until they formed a point and whispered into Ariel’s ear, “This is the hand that held Dirk’s big, thick cock. This hand felt him throbbing until he came.”

Groaning out in lust, Ariel squirmed as Emma’s words painted a pretty picture in her head.

“This hand stroked his firm, warm skin,” Emma continued, “This hand felt him hard as iron but still so soft. This hand slid up and down his shaft, working him until he moaned in pent-up desire.” She moved her hand closer to Ariel’s face and the dark haired girl quickly grabbed her wrist and moved her hand closer to her mouth as she kept talking. “This hand felt his pulse quicken and his tip throb,” she said as her friend licked up from her folded palm to the tips of her fingers. “This hand spread his pre-cum around so it could flow up and down his shaft,” she continued as Ariel took her fingers into her mouth sucking on them like she wanted to do to Dirk’s cock. “Suck that golden cock,” Emma said as she began fucking her friend’s mouth with her fingers. She could feel the dark haired girl’s tongue massaging her digits and found herself wondering for the first time what it would be like to actually fuck Ariel with an actual cock.

Ariel took Emma’s hand out of her mouth and began pulling it down her wanton body. “You know, I’ve been told I’m great at getting hand-jobs,” she told her friend as she slowly opened her legs.

“What a wacky coincidence,” Emma said with mock surprise as she began probing Ariel with her finger-cock, “I’m great at giving hand-jobs!” She and Ariel giggled at their joke as Emma slowly penetrated her. She slid her four fingers inside of her friend and unlike a real prick, her finger-prick could move around. She quickly found the dark haired girl’s G-spot and began rubbing it with every slow thrust of her fingers. He fingers wiggled enticingly inside of the American girl as her thumb searched out her hard little clit. Emma fucked Ariel with her finger-cock until the other girl was raising her hips off of the ground trying to fuck her back. She nuzzled her friend’s neck as she stroked her most sensitive area until Ariel came hard. Emma quickly kissed the girl, swallowing her screams of pleasure until they had passed.

The two girls fell asleep in each other’s arms. Then Ariel woke up with Dirk jabbing her in her side with his boot. “Ow, asshole, knock it off!” she squealed waking Emma up beside her.

“Up and pack. I want us out of here five minutes ago,” Dirk ordered as he walked away.

“Wha the matter?” Emma asked sleepily.

“He’s in a mood,” Ariel said gruffly.

“I’m not in a mood,” Dirk grumbled as he loaded up the horse and the girls began packing up the camp, “We, however, are about a day behind where I want to be and moving so slowly that if anybody from town was tracking is they could do it blindfolded.” He turned towards the girls and pointed an accusing finger at Emma, “So you stop thanking everybody,” and then pointed a finger at Ariel, “And you… you just…”

“Me just what?” Ariel asked with her hands defiantly in her hips.

With nothing he could really accuse Ariel of he turned back to the horse, “Walk faster.”

The group set off a few minutes later making good time until Emma stumbled shortly after lunch. With no real choice Dirk had to let her ride the horse in her own while he and Ariel walked behind them which slowed them down even more. If Emma had been a better rider they could have made better time but the horse seemed to know the girl was inexperienced and instinctively walked at a slower pace. That night he gave Emma his blanket and made the girls sleep separately while he made a pillow out of a dirt clod rolled up in one of his shirts. The girls fell asleep staring longingly at each and mouthing sweet words at each other. According to the stars it was after one o’clock in the morning when Emma snuck out of her blanket and tried to thank him again but he politely turned her down and tucked her back in. He wasn’t a young man any more and was going to need his energy for walking tomorrow.

Awake first thing in the morning the small group managed to head out shortly after dawn. Emma managed to make it barefoot until shortly before lunch and then ride the horse until they made it to a homemade wooden fence with a rummaged metal gate. “Wait five minutes and then follow me,” Dirk told the girls as he switched places with Emma.

“How come?” Ariel pouted.

“Cuz I don’t want the old fogey shooting you,” Dirk said as he led the horse through the gate. “And keep your hands off of each other!” he called back.

“You keep your hands off of each other,” Ariel mumbled making Emma giggle.

Five minutes later Emma and Ariel were through the gate and ten minutes later they were nearly to the front porch of a old but well-maintained ranch style house. The horse was tied to an actual hitching post with a feed bag on and stared at the girls as they walked up to the front door. Ariel stuck her tongue out at the horse as Emma knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Dirk holding a glass with a yellow liquid and actual ice cubes in it. Dirk pointed at Ariel and said, “You come in here,” and then pointed at Emma and said, “You head to the barn.”

Emma complied without question. She had to pull her hand out of Ariel’s, the dark haired girl not wanting to let her go and she understood it. She was scared. And the old, rickety barn didn’t help. It looked like it had been built long before she had been born and the world turned white. The wood was sun bleached and looked hard as iron. It was bright outside but the inside of the barn was dark. The door was open and she could see a strange orange like coming from the back of the barn but it was barely enough to light the inside. She squealed out in surprise when a voice called out to her.

“Come on in, girlie, it’s hotter than Hades in here,” the voice said.

The voice sounded like the creak and moans of the old timber as she stepped inside. Her entire body was trembling as she walked towards the light and then stopped short. The glow was coming from a metal working forge, the fire hot and the flames high. The voice belonged to an old man who may have been the oldest person that she had ever seen. He looked like he had been carved out of the same word as the barn with tight, compacted muscle wound through with roapy veins. He was topless, wearing only old jeans and boots, sweat rolling down from his bald head over his rough carved body. He looked her over once and nodded.

“Told Dirk you was lucky. Had the forge up and going anyway to fix a pair of horse shoes otherwise you’d have to wait ‘til tomorrow,” he said before turning back to the forge, “So let’s get this over with and see what we’re working with.”

Emma obediently nodded and shrugged her shift off letting it puddle to the floor. She held her hands behind her back to push her chest out and bent her head down trying to appear as coy as possible.

The old man pulled what appeared to be a pair of pliers with foot long handles out of the fire before turning back to the young girl. “Not sure how that helps but whatever floats your boat,” he chuckled.

Emma looked up with a confused look on her face. “But… but aren’t you… didn’t Dirk…” she mumbled.

The old man laughed out loud enough to frighten the barn owls sleeping in the rafters. “You think Dirk gave you to me or something?” he chuckled as he walked up to the young girl with his tool held wide to his side, “Maybe traded you to me for something? You see anything in here good enough to trade with?” He continued laughing to himself as he walked around the girl and pushed her hair out of the way from the back of her neck.

Emma was to frightened to move and shivered as the old man fiddled with her collar for a moment.

Grabbing onto the lead collar, the old man pulled it as far from the girl’s slender neck as he could. “Now you hold as still as you can. Don’t wanna burn you none,” he warned. Holding the collar with one hand he applied the white hot cutter against it and began squeezing. “You’re lucky this is lead, that’s pretty soft,” he said as he applied steady pressure, “If it’s been steel we’d be spending the next week sawing it off.” And then with a soft hiss the cutter sliced through the metal.

The instant she felt the forgotten pressure lift off her neck, Emma jerked forward. The collar fell to the ground at the old man’s feet and she looked from that up to the old man’s face with wonder in her eyes.

“Name’s Hank,” he said with a nod of greeting, “Now why don’t you get yourself dressed and we’ll head inside.” The naked girl stood completely still except for her eyes which were now fixed on the fallen collar of the floor. He shrugged his shoulders and began putting his tools away and shutting down his forge. “Or just stand there staring,” he mumbled with one last look at the girl. He allowed himself one last smirk before leaving the barn. “We’ll be eatin’ in a bit and you’re free to join us,” he said, emphasizing “free”.

“I’m free,” Emma whispered to herself, tasting the word on her tongue.

For the next ten minutes Emma just looked around. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen the world while she was free. She could go anywhere. Talk to anyone she wanted. Be anything she wanted. The world was still ruined but she was free. After ten minutes she realized she was still naked and put her shift back on. As a free woman she could now choose some new clothes. As soon as she had some. She was free to pick them. And free to be with whomever she wanted.

Walking into the house through the back door, Emma couldn’t keep the smile off her face. And it grew even wider when she heard Ariel’s voice.

“You are such a fucking drama queen!” Ariel griped at Dirk, “You could’a said what we were doing.”

Dirk shrugged his shoulders. “Told you what we were doing. Ain’t my fault you let your imagination run wild,” he said.

Ariel threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re right. It’s completely out fault we thought you were trading Emma off. How stupid of me. Dick,” she finished as she crossed her arms below her chest and scowled at her companion.

Emma stayed in the doorway listening until Hank noticed her as he lit the stove. “Have a seat. We’ll be eating lunch in a bit,” he said.

Emma shook her head before closing the door behind her. She walked towards Ariel and the shorter girl squeaked with happiness as she shot to her feet. “You’re free!” she squealed as she wrapped Emma in a tight hug.

“I’m free,” Emma said as tears of happiness began rolling down her face. She leaned back a bit and looked at Ariel before leaning in and kissing the girl deeply.

“Room’s down the hall,” Hank said with a nod, “I’ll bring you some sandwiches in a bit.”

Emma broke the kiss before nodding at Hank. She grabbed Ariel by the hand and dragged her to the last bed they would be sharing.

Hank sat down at the table with Dirk as he waited for the pot of water on the stove to start to boil. “Gonna be some tears tomorrow when you two leave,” he said.

“Yeah. They know the score,” Dirk agreed.

“Be nice to have some help with the work around the farm,” Hank said before getting back up, “And I’ll keep a eye out.”

“Shouldn’t be much need for that,” Dirk said as Hank returned with two bottles of beer. They tapped their bottles together before taking a drink.

“Don’t go spreading shit and calling it fertilizer, boy,” Hank said, “Whoever was really running that town are gonna collect whatever slaves they can that escaped and then be looked for the fella that freed ‘em.”

Dirk shrugged by way of comment.

“You done stepped into some shit this time,” Hank said again, “Think it was worth it?”

A pair of girlish giggled came from down the hall before Dirk answered. “Maybe.”


The dust plume announced the riders long before the riders pulled into town. It had been two days since the slaves had run off and what was left of the town’s police had barely found a quarter of them. Krysten had listened to the mayor assure the people that they didn’t have anything to be scared of, that he would talk to the KK Clan and make them see that it wasn’t the town’s fault. From the door to her bar she watched the riders enter town and the mayor go out to meet them.

When the last of the riders had stopped, the wind began to blow away the dust. She saw roughly a dozen KK riders all dressed for a hard march through the desert and all strapped with the cleanest, most well cared for guns that she had ever seen. The riders also had two wagons with steel cages, enough to hold dozens of helpless slaves. When the lead rider shot the mayor she knew exactly how the talk had gone.

Krysten walked into her saloon with a sigh and headed immediately towards the bar. After lucking out and finding the people hiding out here after everything had gone to shot and the world had changed it had taken her years to get it set up the way she wanted and now it was over with. Deborah was at a table playing with a deck of cards. “Solitaire?” she asked the red-haired woman before grabbing her finest bottle of whiskey and filling two glasses.

“Tarot,” Deborah answered as Krysten gave her a glass.

“Make about as much money either way,” Krysten grumbled. From outside they could hear screams, shouts, and gunfire.

“They taking townies to replace the missing slave,” Deborah said, “We shoulda lit out last night.”

“Never would have made it,” Krysten said as she finished her drink. The noise from outside got louder and she could see town’s people running in fear back and forth in front of the bar. “Three days to the next town and they sure as shit don’t have the fire power,” she said as she stood up. She pulled her dusty jeans up as far as they would go, giving herself a wedgie in the process but it was kind of the point. She rolled the top of her pants down to just a few inches above her groin before unbuttoning her shirt halfway up. She tied the bottom into a knot revealing her midsection from just below her small breasts all the way down.

Deborah sighed before placing her cards down. “Cards say the outlook of this isn’t very good,” she said before walking up next to Krysten. Unlike her business partner who was wearing simple, comfortable clothes, she had put more effort into her clothes to meet their upcoming guests. The red head was wearing a corset and dress combo just like the saloon girls in the old west, her large, pale breasts nearly spilling over the top.

“You look ridiculous by the way,” Krysten said with a smirk as they began to pose. Deborah pressed against her slender body, her breasts bulging over her too as she pressed herself against the dark haired woman’s chest. Krysten cocked her hips and arched her back to showcase her ass as they waited.

“Says the woman dressed like it’s laundry day a the truck stop,” Deborah smirked right before the door of the bar exploded in.

A small group of large, well armed men barged into the saloon and Krysten just smiled at them. “Gentlemen, welcome to my bar. Who’s interested in listening to a business proposal,” she said as Deborah wrapped her arms seductively around her waist.

The End.

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Fri, 17 Aug 2018 01:17:37 UTC

Welcome To The JLA, Robin

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own The Justice League or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Codes: m/F, First, Magic

Welcome To The JLA, Robin
By Muhabba

Gorilla Grodd lay unconscious in the ground with Robin the Boy Wonder standing triumphantly on his chest. "And that’s what you get for putting your stinking paws on me you danged, dirty ape!" the teenage hero cried with his fists on his hips as the Justice League of America looked on. As he looked over the members of the league, Robin failed to notice the twinkle in Wonder Woman’s eyes.


After dropping Grodd off to be imprisoned in Gorilla City, the JLA and Robin returned to the Justice League’s headquarters for their usual after battle debriefing.

Superman, Green Arrow, Flash, and Wonder Woman all took their seats around the meeting table while Robin sat next to his mentor, Batman. Superman led the meeting, his mostly blue uniform torn in a couple of places and his red cape ragged. Green Arrow, dressed very much like a modern day Robin Hood with a domino mask, occasionally interrupted with a joke or sarcastic comment while the Flash, dressed head to toe in scarlet, kept jokingly trying to quiet him. Despite the colorfully dressed heroes, except for Batman dressed from head to toe in dark blue and gray, Robin’s eyes were constantly drawn to Wonder Woman.

Standing, Wonder Woman was nearly six feet tall in her red, knee length boots. Her legs were bare, long and graceful, up to her red and blue uniform that was barely more than a one piece bathing suit. She wore blue shorts with white stars that hugged her thick, muscular ass and a golden belt above her wide hips to cinch her small waist. The top was red and left her shoulders and arms bare with a golden bustier holding her voluminous breasts high and firm on her spectacular chest. The last items of her uniform were a magical golden lasso hanging on her hip, silver bracelets that covered most of her forearms, and a gold tiara that held her thick, raven black hair out of her beautiful face. She caught Robin staring at her and he saw a twinkle in her sea blue eyes and a smirk playing on her lips as he quickly turned away.

"…and thankfully, due to Batman’s training, Grodd wasn’t unable to pick-up on Robin’s brainwaves," Superman said, finishing his report.

Robin smiled in pride until Batman chimed in.

"Which doesn’t excuse you from following," Batman said with a steely glare at Robin.

"Give the kid a break," Green Arrow said. "He did good."

"Your protege did well," Flash added. "Without him we would still be Grodd’s mind-controlled slaves."

"I’m not debating that," Batman said sternly, "…but the protocol is that he should have notified the reserve Justice Leaguers. That’s what they are there for."

"But there wasn’t time," Robin said defensively.

Superman held his hand up for silence. "At the end of the day we’re fine and Robin saved us. The rest is between Batman and Robin."

"Agreed," Batman grunted.

"But on a personal note," Superman added, "I want to thank Robin for saving me and I’m sure the rest of the League agrees."

Green Arrow began cheering and clapping while the Flash called out, "Hear, hear!" in agreement. Wonder Woman locked eyes with the boy wonder and smirked knowingly as she bowed her head at him.

The meeting broke up and Batman quickly headed to the exit. "Back to Gotham," he said tersely expecting Robin to reply. When he was met by silence he turned and found Robin being whispered to by Wonder Woman, a shocked look on the teenager’s face. The amazing Amazon smirked again at the young crime fighter and began walking away, followed a few moments later by the bewildered boy wonder. Batman gritted his teeth in frustration.

Coming up beside Batman, Green Arrow chuckled and slapped the Dark Knight on the shoulder. "Ha! There she goes again."

Batman glared at Green Arrow. "Cultural differences aside…" he began.

"Relax, Bats," Green Arrow interrupted, "’Cultural differences aside,’ I don’t recall hearing any complaints when she welcomed you to the team."

Ignoring Green Arrow, Batman watched Robin shuffle after Wonder Woman.


Robin had seen some of the rooms that the JLA stayed in while on duty before while visiting their base but they all paled in comparison to Wonder Woman’s. Where the rest of the teams rooms seemed, maybe, homie, her’s seemed like a luxurious suite. Everything was done in dark pinks and light lavenders with red velvet curtains instead of doors. There was a thick, over stuffed couch that looked large enough to sleep in and the air was thick with a strange perfume.

Wonder Woman held her arms out to welcome the teen hero. "Have a seat on the couch, Robin, and I’ll prepare us some drinks," she said and watched his cute, little, muscular ass as he walked past her. His green shorts hugged his delicate derriere and she imagined herself nipping and nibbling on the firm flesh. When Robin finally took a seat on her pink, overstuffed couch she mixed the drinks. She made sure to thrust her ass out towards him to give him a eye full of her thick, Greek ass before turning around and sauntering back to him. She smirked as he took the smoking glass and patted him affectionately on the top of his head as he gazed at her dangling cleavage. "Now you drink all of this while I go change into something more comfortable."

Robin watched Wonder Woman’s fleshy rear-end bunch, flex, and relax as she walked away from him and when she had disappeared into the next room he turned his attention to his drink. It was smoking, bubbling, frothing, and if she had handed him a live snake to suck the poison out of he would have eagerly said, “Yes ma’am.” Pinching his nose to block the smell, he quickly downed the foul tasting brew and nearly spit it back out again in shock when he saw Wonder Woman return.

The amazing Amazon was wearing a nearly transparent wrap, basically nothing more than a gauzy sheet barely containing her stunning body. Wonder Woman’s large breasts swayed on her chest as she walked slowly to the center of the room in front of Robin, filling his vision, her hard, brown nipples nearly visible and the dark patch between her long legs drawing his eyes. Nearly every inch of her athletic body was on display for the young crime fighter and the front of his pants bulged obscenely.

Wonder Woman smiled warmly as she raised her arms above her head, pulling her large tits up higher on her phenomenal chest, and turned around slowly, letting Robin see every bit of her body. Twisting her spectacular body, she danced slowly, seductively to a music only she could hear, a beat that mortal man hadn’t heard in hundreds of years since the Amazon’s had left the world of men, a song designed to raise the libido of any man, or superhero sidekick, that heard it.

Robin’s cock ached painfully with need. This was the hardest the teenager had ever been, throbbing with desire, nearly pushing out of his pants as he watched the sexiest woman he had ever seen dance nearly naked for him. He haphazardly wiped a bit of drool from his chin as he watched Wonder Woman slowly finish her dance and sit almost weightlessly next to him, his eyes darting across her nearly naked body.

Wonder Woman’s fingers danced lightly up and down the inside of Robin’s bare thigh as she tried to peer into his eyes but his gaze was locked on to her heaving chest and she smirked to herself at how easily the younger ones got distracted. After all, he had to know by now that he would be doing more than just looking at her chest. Not to mention the rest of her body.

Crooking her finger under Robin’s chin to draw his face up, Wonder Woman finally managed to lock eyes with him. Even under his black domino mask she could tell his eyes were wide and she smiled warmly at him, wanting to reassure him not to be nervous or scared. "I wanted you to know that you did a wonderful job battling Grodd and saving us today," she said. He merely stared at her. "You were very brave and I wanted to thank you for saving the JLA. And for saving me personally," she continued as she leaned in closer, rubbing one of her heavy breasts against his shoulder. "There is an ancient Amazonian rite for welcoming new, young, virile warriors into our ranks. And the potion I gave you will help ensure I’m able to thank you for a long, thorough time. Do you understand?" she asked as he nodded dumbly. Leaning in even closer she wrapped one arm around his neck and placed the hand of her other arm on his chest before slipping her tongue into his gaping mouth.

Robin’s kiss showed his age. He slid his tongue into Wonder Woman’s warm, moist mouth, caressing her pink insides as she did a more thorough job inside of his mouth. Outside of his jaw and tongue he didn’t move, had no idea of what to do, of what went where so he let the Amazon warrior do everything, trusting her to teach and show him. Her hand delicately rubbed against his chest, slowly unbuttoned his red tunic before sliding inside and touching the bare skin if his hairless chest. He choked a little before stopping himself as she pinched one of his brown nipples before going back to explore the rest of his chest.

Diana knew that the boy was too stunned to participate much on his own and she felt proud to be the one to show him all the ways a woman could please a man and a man could please a woman. Her hand slid down the inside of his top until she reached the belt. Removing her hand she moved it lower over his clothes, her deft finger quickly unfastening his belt and letting his tunic open fully. She helped him out of his top, his lips never leaving hers until he was topless and her hand once again began wandering across his chest.

Letting her hand drift down lower to just above his tight, green shorts that did nothing to hide his erection, Diana let him become more comfortable with the kiss until he was kissing her back just as passionately as she was kissing him. He learned quickly as she began moaning in pleasure as his tongue eased in and out of her mouth. With a flick of her wrist she snaked her hand into his tights and quickly pulled out his thick, long, hard cock, startling the young crime fighter.

Refusing to release the kiss, Diana let him grunt into her mouth as she wrapped her fingers gently around the base of Robin’s prick, amazed that a boy as young as him had such an impressive member. She tugged gently on his prick, just slow, sure movements, just to get him off quickly since she knew that at his age he would have little or no staying power but luckily her elixir would let him cum many, many times for her. And just as she expected he quickly came, his thick, white seed shooting up with enough force to land on his muscled chest.

Wonder Woman broke the kiss and Robin looked at her sheepishly. "Sorry," he said in embarrassment.

"You have done nothing wrong, my young warrior," Diana said before raising her hand up and licking the drops of cum from her hand, tantalizing the young boy. "In fact," she added as she sat up straighter, "I have a treat for you."

Diana crossed her arms in front of her impressive chest and grasped the top of her wrap, her arms pressing obscenely against her firm tits making them bulge out even more. With a shrug of her graceful shoulders she pulled her wrap down her arms, revealing her large, tan, firm breasts to Robin. His eyes nearly shot out of his domino mask as he stared at her chest and she sat still for a few minutes letting him gaze up in her bounty as she arched her back gracefully. Finally she reached behind his head and pulled him towards her and whispered, "Come and feast."

Robin took a moment to just stare at Wonder Woman’s incomparable tits before looking back up into her jewel blue eyes. With just a quick nod of reassurance from her he attacked her phenomenal breasts with all the eagerness a teenage boy could have. He sucked hungrily at her hard nipples as he squeezed and kneaded her ample flesh, her warm tits oozing out from between his fingers. She stroked his head affectionately, letting him have his way with her chest as he mewled like a horny puppy.

Diana reclined in the couch, pushing her chest out to give Robin all the access to her breasts that he could need. He had almost no technique as he sucked at her tits like a hungry calf, his drool sliding down her tan orbs to her abdomen. She held him to her chest, encouraging him to switch back and forth between the firm spheres of her golden tits, enjoying the pleasure she was giving the young man just by allowing him access to her body.

After several minutes Diana tapped Robin on the top of his head and when he didn’t respond she tapped him more forcefully. She smirked when he still didn’t respond and gently pried him away from her spectacular tits. "Don’t fill up on the appetizers, my warrior, there is still much to experience," she said as she stood up and drew him to his feet, his still hard cock rubbing against the tops of her thighs. She bent down and kissed him deeply before getting down on her knees before him. Hefting her tits up she smiled at Robin’s cute, hungry face. "Fuck them," she whispered with a smirk.

Robin didn’t ask for a second permission this time, his cock was aching with the need to release so he quickly grabbed onto the sides of Wonder Woman’s amazing tits and plunged his painfully hard prick between them. His eyes rolled back with pure pleasure as the Amazon Princess’s warm, silky tits enveloped his cock. He as he began thrusting himself in animalistic need between Wonder Woman’s beyond perfect breasts. He could swear he could feel the warmth of the sun on a sandy beach emanating from the firm flesh of her tits as he began jack-hammering away between them.

As Robin happily fucked her tits, Wonder Woman could see his slippery wet cock-head peeking up from her cleavage just below her chin. She bent her head down awkwardly and extended her tongue, circling the sensitive, spongy tip with every his every thrust. The young crime fighter pleasuring himself groaned in lust at the stimulation and she closed her eyes, knowing what was about to happen and smiling to herself in pride at Robin’s worship of her body.

"Holy geyser, Wonder Woman!" Robin called out as he came again. His thick, warm cum shot out of the tip of his thrusting prick covering Wonder Woman’s tan tits and neck with his seed. He released her mountainous breasts and collapsed back onto the couch, amazed at the size of his load covering the princess. "I’m so sorry," he pleaded, "I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t think there’d be so much after… y’know, earlier."

"Amazon’s have elixirs for a great many things," Diana said with a knowing smirk as she crawled between Robin’s knees. His cock was, of course, still hard and thick, throbbing with the beat of his heart. She looked up at him from over the tip and said, "Now I want you to just sit back, relax, and enjoy," just before sucking his soft cock-head into her warm, wet mouth.

"Holy Hoover, Wonder Woman," Dick groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head again. His hands instinctively grabbed onto the sides of the amazing Amazon’s head as it bobbed up and down over his lap while her mouth, tongue and lips did things to him he had never imagined before. The young adventurer had never suspected that anything could feel as good as Wonder Woman sucking on his hard-on and he would never have believed anybody if they had tried to tell him otherwise. Nothing in the world could feel this good and as she licked the underside of his prick from the base to the tip he knew that if he died right now he would have no regrets.

Diana lightly fisted the base of Robin’s cock as she swirled her talented pink tongue around the tip. He groaned and she knew that he was already on the verge of orgasm despite having already done so twice now. She took his entire length into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down slowly, tenderly, lovingly as she stroked his shaft with her tongue, She swallowed the whole of him until the tip of his prick was inside of her tightly clutching throat and his heavy balls were resting on her chin. She hummed an ancient Amazonian war chant around him, the vibrations coursing across his sensitive flesh until he bucked against her face, ready to cum.

Pulling back quickly, Diana let Robin’s cock escape her mouth, his face a mask of need and disappointment. "Stand up, my warrior," she said as she reached up and began to pull him to his feet by his erection. She sat up on her knees with her back straight and her impressive chest pushed out. "Now grab the sides of my head," she ordered, never breaking eye contact with the young man. He tentatively obeyed and she smiled warmly up at him and whispered, "Now fuck my mouth, Robin. Fuck my mouth and make me swallow your seed."

It took Robin a moment to process what Wonder Woman had just said to him and she used that moment to use her tongue and draw the tip of his hard, throbbing, needy dick into her mouth. He lurched forward, nearly losing his balance and sliding half of his penis into her warm, welcoming mouth. He regained his balance and pulled out part way before taking a deep breath, concentrating, before slamming back into her mouth, his balls slapping wetly against her chin. There was no technique to his thrust, just the overwhelming animal need to cum. She never complained, didn’t choke, and refused to break eye contact with him as he jack-hammered away in her mouth, using the amazing Wonder Woman, known and desired the world over, to cum.

"Oh God," the boy wonder shouted as he came, his thick sperm shooting into Wonder Woman’s talented mouth. He bent over her head, holding her beautiful face to his groin as he came in her mouth and she sucked down everything he had to give her. His body spasmed and his knees nearly buckled as he spent the last of his load inside of her and felt her pushing him back. He collapsed back onto the couch again and looked down at the Amazonian princess on her knees between his legs, swallowing the last of his cum with a content look on her face.

"Mmm, you are a delicious one, aren’t you, my warrior?" Diana said with a smirk and watched Robin blush with embarrassment. "You are so adorable," she said with an affectionate laugh as she rubbed his thighs and waited for his breathing to return to normal.

When the boy wonder had calmed down, Diana stood up slowly, her wrap sliding down her legs as she let him gaze in wonderment at her naked body, posing for him. His hard cock hadn’t softened after his orgasm and was now throbbing in his lap, pointing straight up at her. His eyes flowed over her body and she was actually a little impressed that he looked at her face almost as much as her large, heaving chest and her wet, pink cunt. She bent towards him, reaching behind him to brace herself on the couch, letting her tits dangle in front of his face as she straddled his lap.

As Wonder Woman’s thighs opened above his lap, Robin could see her plump labia open slightly, a small drop of her juices dripping down and landing on his leg. She grabbed his wrists and brought his hands to her muscular yet fleshy ass and pressed his hands until they grasped onto her. Releasing the teen superhero’s wrists she reached behind his head to hold him with one hand as her other hand lightly grasped the base of his cock. Without a word, her eyes full of passion, her breath warm on his face as she leaned in, she kissed him passionately as she slid down, her tight pussy slowly parting around his cock.

Robin groaned into Wonder Woman’s mouth as her hot, tight, wet, heavenly pussy enveloped his prick. He had never felt anything like her pussy before and had no words to describe it as it both slowly parted around him and squeezed him tighter than a vice. Her large tits slowly slid down his face as her body continued to take him in and he immediately reached out with his mouth to take in one of her hard nipples, sucking hard and eagerly as his hands squeezed and kneaded her luscious ass.

Diana cooed in pleasure as she slowly took in Robin’s hard prick. When she was setting firmly on his lap, his cock as far inside of her as she could get it, she rocked her hips from side to side slightly, getting used to the feel of him inside of her. He sucked noisily at her tits as he squeezed hard enough on her ass that she was sure he’d leave fingerprints in her flesh. She smiled at the thought of people being able to see the teen crime fighter’s hand prints peeking out from beneath her star-studded shorts but her grin quickly turned to a grunt of pleasure as Robin bucked up underneath her.

"Oh goddess," Diana moaned as she slowly began rolling her hips back and forth, stimulating her clit while sliding up and down Robin’s hard cock. Her amazing tits wobbled slightly in Robin’s face as she rode him slowly, moaning in pleasure at the feel of him stretching her aching cunt. Small gasps escaped past her lips on every downward roll, his cock filling her totally as her clit rubbed against his groin, her juices dripping down his bloated balls to soak into her couch.

Robin was raised to be analytical, that his brain was his best weapon in any situation. He studied endlessly every day to see everything around him, to note not just the importance of his surroundings but how every object around him related to every other object. Right now he wasn’t thinking at all. His entire world was the feel of Wonder Woman’s thick ass in his hands, her tits in his face, her plump nipple in his mouth, and her cunt wrapped around his cock. He grunted like an animal as he raised his hips up to meet her increasingly hard thrusts. All he wanted was to use her body to cum, to feel himself release deep inside of her. As far as he was concerned his entire life had led up to him fucking Wonder Woman.

"Oh, Aphrodite, Yes!" Diana screamed in pleasure as she came, her velvet cunt tightening and rippling along Robin’s shaft as her warm juices gushed out of her spasming pussy. She held him to her incredible chest as she ground her cunt down, rubbing her sizzling clit to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.

His head rocked back with the force of a punch as Robin came, his ass lifting off the couch as his cock erupted, filling Wonder Woman’s tightly clutching cunt like a volcano. His fingers dug into her ass as he yelled in pleasure around her tit in his mouth, suffocating around her silky flesh. She held him to her as they rode out their orgasms, Robin’s hips raising her up, piercing her as deeply as humanly possible as he choked on her tit as he tried to inhale.

Just as suddenly as he had cum, Robin collapsed on the couch, Wonder Woman collapsing on top of him, her voluptuous body enveloping his as she panted, a wide, contented smile on her face. She slowly rolled off of his shuddering body, occasional muscle twitches coursing through her own amazing body as she gasped for air next to him and began panting. “Oh my wonderful warrior. So naturally skilled to bring me to pleasure so soon,” she moan as she snuggled up against him, her hand lightly caressing his sweat slick chest.

Robin was far to exhausted to move, all the teen could do was sit there and pant like a fish out of water, his cock still rock hard. He finally managed to be able to move his head and looked down at his lap, his prick still pointing straight up and gleaming with Wonder Woman’s slick cum.

“Sit here and catch your breath,” Diana said with an affection pat to Robin’s chest before she started to get up, “I’m going to get the next part of your reward ready.”

His eye’s automatically locking onto Wonder Woman’s spectacular ass, Robin watched her walk into her bedroom, a mixture of her and his cum running down the insides of her firm, golden thighs. After a few moments he got his breathe back and was about to call out to the Amazonian superhero before she returned, her body sprinkled with sweat as she stepped out from the parted curtain. She walked in slow motion to him, her breasts and hips swaying hypnotically before she came to a stop in front of him and softly grabbed his hand.

“Come with me, my brave, brave hero,” Wonder Woman said as she pulled Robin to his feet. She took a look a look at him and then smirked. “Well, perhaps we should finish something first,” she said with a giggle before stripping him completely naked except for his mask and then taking his hand again, leading him into her most private chamber. She turned back to him, his eyes firmly locked onto her muscular rear-end before slowly crawling up her graceful back to her. “Only the bravest and most daring of men have ever seen my inner-most chamber. Congratulations on being one of them,” she said breathlessly.

Robin could only gulp as he looked over her body and then his eyes went to her bed. It was a large, king sized bed and looked as plush as her couch and decorated on the four corners with solid looking Greek columns. There were small eye hooks on all four columns and slipped into each one was Wonder Woman’s golden, unbreakable, magical lasso. The lasso was looped through each eye hook, a small noose at each corner surrounding her entire bed. He turned back to her with a look of confusion on his face and she simply winked at him.

“Those come later, my champion,” Wonder Woman said with a sly grin as she sat down on her bed, pulling him closer to her. As she reclined she pulled Robin down with her as she opened her long, toned legs, leading him between her muscular thighs. “Take me, my warrior,” she said in a husky, breathless voice as she rolled her hips up to meet the tip of his throbbing prick.

Robin twitched at the moment that his prick touched Wonder Woman’s hot, wet cunt. He shuddered momentarily as he held himself above her, her lower body seeming to reach up for him, driving him to enter her. He shifted his hips slightly down, sliding just the tip of his prick into Wonder Woman’s wet pussy and the amazing Amazon’s horny hole just seemed to draw him in, swallowing him whole, drawing him in while enveloping his cock completely. Her cunt seemed to ripple along his length like a fist milking a cow and he groaned out in pleasure at the sensation.

Pulling out slightly, Robin then reversed and slid back in, his cum filled balls resting against her compacted ass-cheeks for a moment before sliding back out and in again. He began fucking her slowly and deep, completely in control this time, setting the pace and drawing slight, breathless groans from Wonder Woman as he fucked her, concentrating on the feel of her amazing pussy as well as the sounds she was making. Sounds that he was making her make. Giving her pleasure. Making her writhe underneath him, enjoying the feel of him above her and inside of her. The teen superhero’s pleasure coming from the fact that he was getting Wonder Woman off, the sexual idol of men and she was laying there enjoying the feel of him inside of her tight, clutching pussy.

“Yes, Robin, yes,” Diana groaned out as she rolled her hips up, drawing Robin’s dick deep inside of her as he fucked in and out of drooling pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bracing herself against him as she rocked her body beneath him, fucking him back as he fucked her. She kept her participation to a minimum, letting him do all the work, letting him take the lead, letting him fuck her, letting him give her back the pleasure she had given him on the couch.

“Oh God,” Robin blurted out as his body seized, his cock spasming as he erupted, cumming inside of Wonder Woman’s cunt. As he filled her with his cum his body stiffened, his toes curling as he gritted his teeth and concentrated on the feel of her magnificent body holding still beneath him.

“Yes, cum for me, Robin,” Diana panted in pleasure as she felt the boy wonder cumming inside of her, “Fill me with you thick, hot seed.”

Robin collapsed onto of Wonder Woman’s voluptuous body, his face planted between her gravity defying breasts, his hard cock still buried inside of her as he groaned in pleasure. She stroked his hair lovingly and he simply laid there and let her, giving himself time to recover before he slid bonelessly off of her body. “That was… was… Wow,” he panted.

“Thank you,” Diana whispered as she playfully stroked Robin’s sweat slick chest, “You were pretty ‘Wow’ yourself.”

“I could sleep for a week,” Robin said with a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“I certainly hope not,” Diana said as she slipped one of her hands through a noose in the corner of her bed and pulled it tight around her wrist, “You haven’t even tied me up and used me shamelessly yet to fulfill your every… wanton… dirty… teenage desire.”

Robin’s head snapped towards Wonder Woman as she slid her ankle into another noose, never breaking eye contact with him. His eyes traveled up her long leg to the wet, hot juncture of her thighs and then traveled down her other leg, watching as she slid her other ankle into it’s noose. With her free hand she cupped his cheek bringing his face to look at her’s and smiled warmly in contrast to the highly charged situation they were in. She released his face and gripped his wrist, dragging it across her body and up above her head to the last free noose. “I give myself in loving submission to you, my young warrior. Take me,” she whispered breathlessly, placing his hand on the loop.

When Wonder Woman released his hand it started to tremble in fear and anticipation. He looked down into her sea blue eyes, unsure what to do, what she was asking. He knew what it sounded like, what he wanted to believe she meant but even after all they had done up to this point he couldn’t believe what she was telling him. It couldn’t possibly be true, could it?

“Yes, Robin, take me,” Diana said, nodding at the young boy, trying to relieve him of his trepidation.

Keeping his eye’s locked on Wonder Woman’s eyes, Robin slowly took the noose and slipped it around her deceptively slender wrist. He slowly pulled the noose tight, his eyes desperately searching for any kind of sign they she wanted him to stop, or go, continue, or not, but she only looked up at him with the warmest and surest of smiles until the knot was tight. Her magical lasso, impervious to harm, unbreakable, leaving her trapped on the bed, unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted to do to any part of her now bound, helpless, vulnerable, naked, voluptuous body.

Robin lightly traced his fingertips down Wonder Woman’s arm to her shoulder, across her neck to her other shoulder and down to her phenomenal chest. He continued teasing her overheated and sweat slick flesh as he lightly caressed her large, firm breasts, circling around her hard nipple before trailing over to her other tit. He had been in too much shock earlier to appreciate her body before but now he explored it completely with his fingers. He had felt the firm, unyielding muscles that made her a world renowned warrior but now he could fully feel the soft, silk of her skin so smooth and flawless and pliant.

Tracing along Wonder Woman’s speculator breasts, Robin lightly squeezed them with just the tips of his fingers, amazed at their pliancy like foam rubber but warmer, softer. His fingers trailed down to her flat, muscular abdomen, turning to her sides just before reaching her pubic mound and she shivered at his touch. He caressed her hip before sliding his hands back up her sides to just below her large tit and traced the under-swell before sliding over to her other side. He slid his hand down her torso to her other hip and then to the outer side of her muscular thigh. His hand crawled over the top of her knee and then to her inner leg, up to the inside of her trembling thigh. His hand traced just to the side of her dripping pussy, to the top of her pubic mound and then over to her other side to her opposite thigh just to the side of her plump pussy-lips.

Diana’s chest heaved as she panted in lust, her nipples aching in need, the juncture of her spread thighs churning in desire. She had expected the boy to do what boys did, lose themselves to sexual desire but she should have expected better from a warrior trained by Batman. Robin was exploring her body thoroughly, learning it’s every curve and contour, it’s every nook and cranny and crack, learning everything he could about her form. And turning her on enough that her heated flesh felt like it was burning, on fire, her blood boiling, desperate for the boy wonder to take finally take her.

Robin lightly cupped Wonder Woman’s dripping wet pussy, applying as little pressure as possible, barely touching her, ignoring his body’s aching, throbbing desire to just fuck her and cum. He explored her body like a blueprint. His palms were slick pressed against her burning cunt as she rolled her hips up, trying to press her boiling cunt against him but he moved his hand in time to her insistent thrusts. He bent his head down slightly over her chest and licked at one of her pink nipples just enough to wet it and she cooed in pleasure as she arched her back and tried to press her wobbling tit against his face and mouth. And then with a odd clinical detachment, Dick blew lightly on her wet nipple while quickly rubbing his thumb against her erect, shiny clit.

“Oh my Goddess!” Diana cried out as she came. Her back arched and froze as she pulled against her unbreakable bonds, her juices gushing out of her pussy. Her entire body seized in pleasure, her hands locked into fists, her toes curling against the sheet as her piercing blue eyes glazed over in pleasure as she managed to find the breath to cry out in bliss while fireworks exploded behind her eyes.

As Wonder Woman came, Dick climbed on too of her writhing body between her twitching thighs. He slid his throbbing prick into her gushing hole and groaned in pleasure, her cunt squeezing and rippling around his shaft nearly causing him to cum then and there. He quickly began fucking her spasming pussy before her orgasm started to subside, thrusting into her over-sensitized cunt while running his lower abdomen against her hard, little clit. With only a few strokes he quickly brought the amazing Amazon to another thundering orgasm, her wonderful pussy gripping him like a wet, velvet vice as she screamed in ecstasy beneath him.

Diana’s eyes were locked open but her vision was blurred. Her heart pounded in her chest but she seemed to have forgotten how to breath. Every muscle in her body seized as if she had touched a live wire but she felt like she was having an out of body experience as she came. In her mind’s eye she could see Robin on top of her, thrusting into her wildly spasming body. His muscular ass clenched and released as he fucked her, her body spread wide for him, her wrists and ankles unbreakablely bound as yet another orgasm over took her.

Robin continued fucking Wonder Woman’s gushing pussy, the Amazon writhing beneath him as she was rocked by one orgasm after another. He buried his cock as deeply as he could in her tight body, holding himself there and just enjoying the feel of her wrapped around his shaft. As the amazing Amazon began to slowly relax he began pounding into her, slamming his cock inside of her, slapping wetly against her groin. He could feel her cumming yet again, her already tight pussy clamping down on his prick and rippling around him like a fist. As she thrashed in her bonds he could feel his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode.

Wonder Woman gasped out as she came again, her eyelids fluttering as she pulled against her magical ropes, her bed and the pillars groaning with the strain her super-strength was putting them. She could feel Robin squirming above her, moving around on top of her shuddering body. She opened her eyes and her vision was filled with the tip of the young hero’s cock as he fisted his shaft. "Great Hera yes!" she shouted out as the first drop of Robin’s cum splashed against her face.

"Holy Ol’ Faithful, Wonder Woman!" Robin cried out as he came, his thick, white seed raining down on Wonder Woman’s beautiful, panting face. He burned the image of his sperm dotting her face into his brain, using the techniques the Batman had taught him to make sure that he would always remember the sight of Wonder Woman naked, tied to her bed, covered in his cum. Then he slumped bonelessly onto the mattress next to the panting, moaning, gasping Amazon warrior.

Diana slowly came to her senses, her vision clearing and her breathing returning to normal as her body began to relax. She could feel Robin laying next to her and turned towards him, admiring his naked body and, of course, still hard cock. She smiled at him and he looked at her quizzical.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Robin asked, her grin making him nervous. Did he do something funny? Was something the matter?

"Just glad to see you’re still hard," Diana said warmly, putting the teenage superhero’s fears to rest, "Loosen my bonds."

Robin obediently complied, loosening the nooses holding Wonder Woman’s wrists and ankles. She turned languidly into her stomach, her full breasts bulging out of her sides as she got comfortable. His eyes crawled over the graceful curves of her body as she turned her face towards him. Robin gulped nervously at the predatory look in the female hero’s eyes.

"Take me, my champion," Wonder Woman said breathlessly as she slowly raised her thick, muscular ass, "Claim your prize."

"Wha… what do… do you mean?" Robin asked fearfully at maybe, just possibly, realizing another adolescent fantasy.

Diana waved her thick, round ass hypnotically in the air as she smirked knowingly at Robin the Boy Wonder. "I am Greek," she said warmly before giving him a sly wink, "And some stereotypes are true. Take me, my champion." She stretched her graceful back again, leaving her golden ass in the air, groaning lustfully as she smiled like a contented cat and purred, "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass like a warrior would."

All thought left Robin’s brain at Wonder Woman’s words and he quickly climbed behind her, nearly growling with the promise of fucking the Greek goddess’s ass. He ran his hands over her warm, silky skin, parting her cheeks and staring down at her little puckered rosebud of an asshole. He immediately bent down and pushed his tongue inside of her, wiggling around and making her squeak out in surprise.

"Oh Hera!" Wonder Woman gasped as the teen superhero’s tongue plumbed her ass. Her toes curled and her hands balled into fists at the feel of Robin tonguing her as she groaned out. She pushed her up-turned rear-ended against his face, the boy wonder’s fingers kneading her taunt flesh as he worked himself in her flush body.

Wildly nuzzling the crack of Diana’s ass, Robin licked up from her drooling cunt to her tiny rosebud before sitting up straighter behind her and positioning his soft, throbbing cock-head at the entrance to her ass. Their sweat, her juices, and his tongue allowed him to punch the first inch of his prick inside of her and her groan of pure lust at his intrusion edged him on. With all of his strength he pushed himself forward slipping himself deeper and deeper inside of the heroic Amazon, her tight hole and gripping walls parting around him as he growled in animalistic lust.

Diana’s eyes went wide at the feel of Robin bottoming out inside of her, his heavy balls resting on her gooey pussy. She mewled with need as he gripped her small waist, rolling his hips against her, angling his pretty prick around inside of her until he felt like he had found the perfect position. She cooed at the sensation for a moment before gasping out as he pulled back slightly and thrust himself hard into her needy, horny body.

Holding onto Wonder Woman’s waist as tightly as he could, Dick began thrusting hard and fast into her tight, perfect, heart shaped ass. As if from a distance he could here her crying out in pleasure as he fucked her but the sound was nearly drowned out by the sound of his blood pumping in his ears and the wet slapping noises their bodies were making. He realized that there was nothing he could do to hurt her, she was Wonder Woman, far more resilient than a human woman which allowed him to barrel into her willing body. His balls slapped against her drooling pussy again and again as he pounded her ass, her astonishing body shuddering in pleasure around his cock.

"Yes!" Diana cried out as yet another orgasm began to crest inside of her her, "Yes! Yes! Yessss…" Her bed clothes ripped in her fists, the headboard cracked, the frame of her bed groaned out as she came, her hot juices soaking into her mattress. Her entire body felt like cool currents of electricity were coursing through her and a small stream of drool escaped from the corner of her mouth as she clenched her teeth, riding out her orgasm.

Dick buried his cock into Wonder Woman’s tightly clutching ass, holding her muscular rear-end possessively to his hips as he came. He groaned out in pure bliss as he filled her body with his thick seed, his hot load slipping from the seal of his prick in her ass and running over her sticky pussy, mixing with her juices before dripping onto the mattress. He slumped over her twitching body, his hands sliding down to grasp he large, dangling tits one last time before slumping off of her, his now soft cock slipping wetly out of her with a obscene popping sound.

Diana stretched her body out as she enjoyed the tingles and occasional muscle twitches her orgasm caused. She smiled warmly as she waited to regain a bit of muscle control before rolling over, her large tits swaying on her chest and pulling slightly to her sides. A shiver ran through her well-fucked body as the sweat began to cool and she ran her finger tips down her golden body. She cupped her sated pussy in her hands and twitched a bit at the small note of pain there and in the insides of her supple thighs, the signs of good sex. She looked over at the boy wonder and giggled when she thought that from now he she would have to consider him the man wonder.

Moving around to pull the bed clothes down, Wonder Woman grabbed her newest lover’s nearly catatonic body and dragged him closer to her before covering them both up. He immediately snuggled against her abundant chest a quickly fell asleep in perfect contentment which caused her to smile in pride at having worn the young buck out. She affectionately stroked his dark hair as he began snoring and she followed him into slumber, enjoying the feel of his spent body nestled against her.

The End.

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Wed, 25 Oct 2017 06:48:07 UTC

The Deleted Scene: The Equalizer

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what’s good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own The Equalizer or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

There is no plot here, just porn. If you want the plot go see the movie.

Story Code: MM/f, Oral, Anal, Teen

The Equalizer
By Muhabba

Alina suppressed a shudder as the creepy old guy’s hand trailed up her shapely thigh. Her skin tight, gray streaked dress barely covered her ass when she was walking and in the back of the limo it barely covered her lap. When his hand reached the hem it dipped between her thighs before traveling back down her leg.

"You have very nice legs," the john said in a thick Russian accent as he slid his hand from one leg to the other and back up the insides of her other supple thigh. He showed no consideration of his bodyguard across the limo from them with his back to the closed divider between the back and the driver. The bodyguard barely acknowledged what was happening in front of him and looked almost bored.

"Thanks," Alina said as she tucked a stray strand of her straight, black wig behind her ear. When his hand reached the hem of her dress again he slid her thumb over the front of her panties before sliding his hand up the front of her teenage body. He groped and squeezed her small tits, appreciating the way her cleavage bulged up. The john was extremely over-weight, not completely gross but she guessed he hadn’t had a hard day of work ever in his life. The bodyguard on the other hand was built like a gorilla and could probably break her in half without even trying.

"You have very small breasts," he said offhandedly.

"Yeah, but I make up for it in other ways," the prostitute called Alina said, trying to sound confident. The john reached up with both hands, hooking his thumbs into the straps of her dress and push-up bra. He pulled the flimsy material down revealing her tits capped with hard, pink nipples. Her nipples were not hard due to any sort of desire but it was cold in the back of the limo and goosebumps had broken out across her entire body. She tried to moan in appreciation as he cupped her small breasts, rubbing his thick, rough thumbs over her nipples.

"Small but nice," the john said before turning to the bodyguard, "Don’t you think so, Dmitri?"

Alina gave the massive man her best come-hither smile and he just gave her an absent once over before nodding. Turning to the john the small hooker tried her smile on him but he was paying more attention to her tits than her face. "Thanks," she said before wrapping her arm around his shoulders. He bent down over her chest and quickly sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, nearly sucking her entire tit inside of him as he roughly squeezed her other tit. He licked across her slender chest to her other tit, performing the same with it almost like he was just checking them off of a list: Step one, fondle leg. Step two, suck the teenage titty.

The young school aged girl moaned out, trying to sound passionate while the overweight john licked hungrily at her teenage chest. Besides the awkwardness of sex with a stranger for money, as the Russian worked at her tits, the guard stared at her impassively. She ran her fingers through the older man’s thinning hear, still trying to sound passionate while the guard stared blankly at her getting molested.

The john licked up from the young girl’s chest to her graceful neck to her jawline before pulling away. He ran his thumb across her pouting lips before reclining back in the seat. "You have very nice lips," he said plainly.

Alina smirked at the john, just a small one while she tried to make it look that she and the john shared a secret about her lips. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her because knowing the things they put in their mouths, who would want to kiss a hooker. She made no move to cover up her petite breasts, she just straightened up in the seat a bit, arching her back, thrusting out her chest more trying to emphasize them in the dimly lit limo.

"Do you think she has nice lips?" the john asked the bodyguard.

Once again the bodyguard apprised her, making her feel like a piece of meat more than she usually did before he just gave a shrug.

The john ran his fingers through the straight black wig, nudging the young girl down. "Show Dmitri what you can do with those lips," he ordered.

Giving the two men what she hoped was a sexy grin, Alina bent down over the old guy`s gut and lap, her hands coming up to squeeze his thighs. Her hands slid to his belt and unbuckled it before unfastening his pants. His semi-hard cock was nothing impressive but she knew she had to act like it was the biggest slab of meat she had ever seen. She pulled the prick out of his pants and underwear, squeezing him around the base and feeling the blood start to fill the unimpressive dick.

He groaned above her as she licked his sensitive tip, drawing it into her mouth. She circled his slowly growing cock-head, moaning lustfully around it as it began to fill her teenage mouth. When it was hard enough she began bobbing her head back and forth, massaging his shaft with her tongue as she sucked back and forth. He grew long enough for her to fit her fist around his base and began tugging on him as her pink lips slid wetly up and down him, meeting her fingers. One of the john’s hands forced itself below her chest and he began roughly squeezing her small, firm tits.

Alina took a quick peek at the bodyguard sitting across from her with a cock in her mouth and suppressed a shudder. He was barely paying attention to her, his eyes dead as he simply sat relaxed in the seat. It was unnerving.

As she continued licking and sucking her customer’s now fully hard prick, his free hand slid down her graceful back to her taunt ass. The shortness of the dress caused it to pull up easily over her pale ass revealing her thong and the Russian slipped his finger beneath the thin material. She grunted as he fingered her tight, dry asshole before sliding his finger lower to her bare, pink pussy. She was dry there as well so she began thinking sexy thoughts trying to lubricant herself for the john. In her mind a handsome prince carried her off to live in his castle. A pretty boy at school asked her to prom. A middle-aged business man spent his money to take her off the streets to a new and better life. Anywhere but here was a sexy thought and she soon felt herself start to get wet.

The Russian used what moisture she had between her legs to circle his finger around her clit hood trying to stimulate her further. Alina knew what he was doing. He was trying to get her wet enough for him without needing lubricant. Some of her johns took pride in the fact they could get a hooker wet on their own, completely unaware that it was simple biology rather than their personal techniques. And she didn’t bother to correct them. Whatever belief got the johns off she supported. And the quicker the better.

She groaned as lustfully as she could around the meat in her mouth as her customer slipped two fingers inside of her, finger-banging her as her beautiful face bobbed up and down in his lap. She began fondling his bloated balls with her free hand, his pubic hair sparse and wiry. He caressed her tiny asshole with his thumb as he continued squeezing her tits with his other hand and she continued to pretend to like it.

Alina easily deep-throated the Russian’s prick, holding it in her throat and swallowing around it all while moaning and wiggling her tongue around the shaft and fondling his balls. She slipped it back out of her mouth and held the top between her lips as she took a deep breath and continued jerking on his base. She took another deep breath before taking him back into her throat, swallowing around him, massaging him with her tongue, moaning along his length and lightly squeezing his balls.

Above her the Russian cried out in lust and quickly used his hand on her chest to push her up, his spit wet cock slipping out of her mouth while he slipped his fingers out from under her. She wiped the spot from her chin with the back of her hand while giving him what she hoped was a sexy smile. “How was that?” she asked, trying to appear confident.

“Almost to good,” the over-weight Russian chuckled before looking over at his bodyguard. “Dmitri, you have to try this whore’s mouth,” he said before turning back to the girl. “Show Dmitri what you can do,” he said.

Alina gave the bodyguard what she hoped was a sexy smirk before sliding off of her seat onto her knees. The back of the limo was long enough for her to get on her hands as well and she crawled across the floor to the guard, her tight ass pointed back to her customer.

“Dmitri is my best guard,” the Russian told the young whore, “So you make sure you suck him good.” With his hard pecker still out he got on his knees behind the girl and slid his hands across her stunning, pale ass.

Once again, the young prostitute ran her hands up a Russian man’s thighs and reached for his belt. She tried giving him a coy smile as she looked deep into his eyes but he was completely impassive as she undid his belt and pants. Behind her, her customer pulled her thong down to her knees and slid his hand between her legs, cupping her warm pussy. She gave up trying to seduce the stoic guard as she pulled his soft prick out of his underwear. Even soft be was larger than the john’s but only maybe a bit bigger than average and she began rolling his soft cock between her hands like playdough.

Using what lubrication he could, the Russian customer began finger-fucking the teenage girl again but with an added twist that made her grunt in discomfort. She tried to cover the sudden intrusion with what she hoped was a lusty moan as her customer sawed two fingers in and out of her pussy and his thumb in and out of her tight ass. She wiggled back against his hand as she began tugging on the guard with one hand while using her other hand to hold herself up.

Alina bent the guard’s prick towards her face and licked his shaft from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around his soft cock-head before licking down the opposite side. She covered his hard prick in her warm saliva before dipping lower and licking his balls while her hand slid wetly up and down his length. When her talented hand reached the tip she ran her hand around it before sliding back down. She took one bulbous ball into her warm mouth, sucking on it as she licked it, before switching to the other. And above her he was still as silent as a stone.

The Russian customer behind her used his hands to hold her taunt cheeks apart as he bent forward with his tongue fully extended. He licked her from her tiny asshole to her warm pussy, slobbering all over her as his fingers kneaded her ass. He used his tongue to probe her ass along with his thumb before doing the same to her pussy along with his two fingers adding even more lubrication to her soon to be violated body. She concentrated on the guard as much as she could while splitting her attention between the two men. Sucking the cock of one while pretending to enjoy the oral from another.

“Such a fine ass,” the Russian exclaimed before slipping his finger out the whore’s ass and plunging his tongue inside.

Moaning as she took in half of the guard’s dick into her mouth, Alina did her best to rock her hips up, pretending to want her customer’s tongue inside of her and fucking back against his mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on the passive guard’s prick, moaning in what she hope sounded like lusty or horny appreciation. She took the cock back out of her mouth and licked his balls again keeping her hand moving up and down on his ridged shaft.

She could feel her customer moving around behind her and knew what was coming next. She tried to relax her body as much as possible as she felt the tip of the over-weight man’s prick nudge against her spit-wet ass. She let the guard’s balls fall out of her teenage mouth to brace herself with both hands, afraid of what would happen if she accidentally bit him. The Russian began pushing himself into her and she was actually thankful he had taken some time to try and lube her up as much as he did.

Grunting in near pain, Alina tried to turn it into a groan of pleasure not wanting either of the men knowing how much discomfort she was feeling. It would be a sign of weakness and like living in the jungle: The weak were prey. She could feel the Russian’s cock-head slip past the right ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass. He took a moment to appreciate the feel of himself inside of her before grabbing her by her slim hips and pushing forward.

As her john’s cock slowly parted her tight walls and filled her tight ass she lifted her hand back up and began jerking-off the guard again. The Russian had given himself just enough lubrication not to hurt her to much and it felt like he was taking his time and jus