I Cream of Jeannie
“This story is entirely fiction and does not represent any persons living or dead.”
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Jeannie looked around the apartment. She was alone on her first day in the major’s (Tony’s) house. He had gone back to work at NASA. No one knew anything about her, or at least the truth about her origins, except for major Healy - Tony’s best friend. Being a genie had its advantages, but being cooped up in a bottle for 200 years was certainly not one of them. Anyway, it seemed that most of Tony’s acquaintances believed her to be a visiting first cousin. Since nothing physical had happened between them since he had first discovered her on the island 3 weeks ago, she might as well have been just a relation.
Today, major Healy’s girlfriend, Denise was coming over for a visit. Jeannie looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in her centuries-old Arabian garb. Her legs, encased in a sort of see-through pink gossamers, were long, shapely and totally smooth and hairless. Her dancing days had helped to create strong calve and buttock muscles. Her firm, white, and deeply creased ass jutted out proudly, just coming into contact with the vest that she wore on her upper torso. The red velvet waistline surrounded her hips in an appropriately low belly-dancer fashion, thus displaying her pronounced hip bones and widely sensuous and slightly- muscled stomach.
The entire world it seemed, had never exhibited the female charms as clearly and provocatively as had the lewd sultans of an ancient empire. Consequently, her voluminous breasts were semi-revealed behind a transparent bustier which served to transform the overflowing abundance of ripe flesh into two large trembling spheres indecently displayed (in comparison to normal fashion trends in the late sixties.) on her otherwise thin upper torso. The white globes were pushed up and at the same time compressed, so that the sides seemed to spill out of the hefty cups in a mind-boggling expansion of succulent tit flesh seeking an escape route from their undesired and unfair imprisonment. The bejeweled garment was obviously designed to display the copious formidable bosom as exotically and as enticingly as possible, and as a result, a second deep cleft in her flawless and sensuous body was created.
Jeannie’s blond hair was piled atop her head in an overflowing pony tail.
Her blue eyes were large, and oval shaped. Her mouth was wide and pink and accentuated by a full, pouting lower lip that seemed to be begging for something to suck on.
As she gazed in the mirror, she removed her red vest. Her large pink nipples were clearly visible through the transparent bodice. Just then, the door bell rang. No time for a shower she thought, and with a cross of her arms and a blink of her eyes she transposed herself into a freshly bathed and scented female wearing pastel pink lipstick and a one-piece tight yellow mini dress, so typical for the sixties.
“Denise, hi, come in” said Jeannie smiling warmly.
“Thanks for letting me come over,” said the young girl. Denise’s age was a mystery to Tony and Jeannie, but she was attending the NASA new recruits program and looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. She had long straight brown hair and big brown eyes. She wore bell bottom jeans and a white linen, flower-embroidered blouse. It supported her full breasts and then ballooned out over her stomach. Although Jeannie was partial to men, she had made love to an assortment of women over the last six centuries. As a result her eye took in quite readily the ripe and fresh forms of the young girl. She was stunning. So thin and yet so full- bosomed. Major Healy was lucky.
“Would you like a coke?” offered Jeannie.
“Sure thanks.”
Soon the woman and the young girl were sitting by the pool drinking and talking about the two majors. As the sun began to climb, however, they decided to sunbathe. “You don’t have an extra bathing suit lying around, do you?” asked Denise.
Jeannie’s mind quickly pictured the slim girl in a bikini. “Sure, come on into the house.”
As they walked through the sliding patio doors Jeannie blinked 10 or twelve different bikinis into the drawer in her bedroom. Denise was delighted with the choice and went into the bathroom to change. Jeannie quickly blinked herself into a pink two- piece bikini. It was cut low, and allowed most of her awesome breasts to come into view, just concealing the nipples. Her bottoms were low hip huggers, again typical of the sixties, showing off her wide sinuous stomach to the best advantage.
When Denise ventured out of the bathroom, however, Jeannie had to control a gasp. The white bathing suit was mistakenly conjured up from a projection of the future. It had thin straps and the bottoms were cut high and way up over her hips in a fashion hitherto unknown in the 60’s. Her legs seemed to go on forever as her super long and incredibly sexy young thighs were accentuated by her pivoting hip bones. Her stomach was so non-existent that her large and barely contained full breasts should have belonged on a woman twice her weight. The overall result was a sexual turn-on unlike anything Jeannie had ever seen in her entire 618 years of existence. If the sultans had seen this seductive temptress, she would have been enslaved for sure.
“Where did you get this outrageous suit?” beamed a delighted teenager.
“I, oh uh,…. a costume party. Sorry. Is it too much?
“Hardly! Too little maybe. Look!” giggled Denise as she turned around to show Jeannie a G-strap that went right up the crack of her cute little ass. Small dark hairs protruded out from the sides. “She certainly is a hairy girl,” thought Jeannie pleasantly, “and with the most compact and perfect ass I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, I don’t think we’ll go out in that today!” Jeannie joked, and off they went to sunbathe by the pool.
As Denise lay sunbathing, she couldn’t help but secretly sneak glances again and again at her blond older friend. Jeannie’s body was not of this earth. She possessed all the sensuous curves of Raquel Welch with a wide flat stomach and beautiful well pronounced hip bones, but she also was endowed with the breasts of Mamie Van Doren. On further scrutinization, she noticed that the “v” in her bikini bottoms bulged out noticeably, promising either prominent growth of genital hair or protruding full and succulent pussy lips, or both!
Yes her older friend seemed to ooze sexuality out of every pore. Perhaps she could get her to run those long slender fingers over her back with suntan lotion. Denise had kissed her female cousin when they were twelve and had always thought of other girls as sexual beings, but what would it be like to feel her body pressed against the exaggerated curves of this beautiful woman? “This is a one in a lifetime chance,” thought Denise. “Jeannie, would you do my back for me?” she asked turning over on the chaise lounge.
“Sure,” said Jeannie. “I wouldn’t mind at all” she added to herself as she witnessed the olive skinned teenager turn onto her stomach and reveal her taut back and fully revealed brown asscheeks. “She must sunbathe nude ,” Jeannie giggled to herself, and at the same time had to look hard to make sure there really was a G-string buried in the dark cleft of her pert little butt. She put some oil onto her hands and began to rub Denise’s shoulder blades. Denise immediately arched her back and purred. Her skin was hot and smooth and as Jeannie began to work lower she decided that she would skip the silky brown globes of the girl’s enticing asscheeks and work the oil from Denise’s legs and up.
As Denise lay there, her legs were naturally parted so that the view of her asscrack and pussy was unimpeded. As Jeannie leaned foreword and began to apply the ointment into the beautiful girl’s lower legs, she began to feel a wetness creep into the crotch of her own bikini bottoms. This girl was certainly more sexy then she’d remembered from the first time they’d met when major Healey had introduced them at dinner.
Slowly, she worked the oil into each of Denise’s well- formed calves, and with just the slightest bit of pressure was able to spread them apart just the extra few centimeters needed to better observe Denise’s hairy snatch. Her asshole was as of yet, still hidden but Jeannie unconsciously luxuriated in the suspense of seeing that concealed treasure.
What was visible, however, was a secretion covering the girl’s pussy lips which oozed seductively through a thick black pubic hair growth and had already soaked through the nearly transparent material of her inconsequential bikini bottoms. The curly hair was certainly thicker around the girl’s pussy lips and below her cunt then anywhere else, but there was still quite an abundance growing freely from the space below her cunt (her inner wedge) and up the crack of her ass to her asshole. Jeannie’s long fingers now worked expertly from the insides of Denise’s thighs, just inches from the seemingly alive, hungry and pouting lips of the teenagers wet labia. As Jeannie breathed in through flared nostrils, she caught the unmistakable odor of sweat and unwashed pussy juice. Instead of poking the tips of her fingers right into the tempting sex of the girl, however, Jeannie began to rub oil into Denise’s ass. This move caused things to shift away from an innocent massage towards the unmistakable act of a body message – and a seductive one at that. Jeannie wondered how Denise would take this obvious assault on her backside. She didn’t have to wait long, however, as the sexually charged teenager made no attempt to cover up an audible gasp.
Jeannie now began to knead the succulent flesh of the girl’s obviously sensitive bottom. It was firm and hard, yet amazingly smooth and suppliant with youth, yet at the same time it seemed to ooze an underlying scent of a woman’s natural body odour. As Jeannie applied more oil to her hands, she leaned forward and once again breathed in the scent of sweat, sex juice, and a hidden sweating asshole. The odours seemed to hover above the young girl’s ass globes like heat over a road on a hot day. The difference was that the layer of air simmering over Denise’s adolescent flesh was an aphrodisiac which served to heat up the sex of the genie’s own smouldering pussy furnace. She was secreting profusely now as she leaned forward and mashed her big sweltering tit’s onto backs of the teenager’s slippery thighs, coating her own bikini-clad mammaries with oil. She then sought to gain some sexual relief by rubbing them up and down Denise’s well-toned legs, mashing the nipples satisfyingly into the greased-up and sun- warmed teenage skin.
“God Jeannie, that feels so good!” said Denise as she turned around. Allowing her eyes to lock into Jeannies’, she thought she knew what was coming next. And sure enough, the older woman leaned forward and plunged her tongue into Denise’s wet, waiting and hungry mouth, but as the turned-on young girl sucked on the invading tongue, she grew incredulous as more and more of the genie’s long muscle protruded into her mouth in a growth that seemed to be never-ending. It appeared to be uncoiling itself from out of nowhere as it miraculously extended over Denise’s own tongue and lodged halfway down the back of her throat. Shutting down her gag reflex, she thrilled to the unreal and wormlike invasion of her mouth. As Jeannie’s tongue lodged another inch down her throat, Denise clamped her teeth down on the wet surface and sucked even more of the spectacular and rewarding appendage into her oral cavity as far as she could. Jeannie began to feed the young girl her tongue in a slow and incredibly sexy back and forth motion simulating a penis in a vagina.
They both looked into each other’s eyes and Jeannie saw with satisfaction, Denise’s incredulous amazement with her dexterous love muscle which she slowly and sexually used to arouse the girl to a never- before ascertained plateau of lust. Densie hummed and chewed on Jeannie’s tongue, which Jeannie now withdrew from Denise’s mouth in order to lick the girl’s chin, cheeks, eyes and the sides of her nose. She then exhibited to Denise the tip of her magically enhanced oral weapon. This she demonstrated in a slow-motion belly dance right before the young girl’s disbelieving eyes. Back and forth she waved it, extending and retracting it’s length. Then, using just the back side of her tongue, she traced a wet trail from Denise’s eyelids down to her panting and expectant mouth.. Using just the tips of her teeth, she began to nip lightly at the full and pouting lips of the incredulous teenager, before sucking them forcefully into her mouth with an urgency born out of a desire to quench her own sexual appetite which was growing more ravenous by the second.
At the same time she brought her left hand slowly up the girl’s quivering thigh until her index finger made contact with the rapidly disappearing material of Denise’s swimsuit. Rubbing slowly back and forth into the girl’s wet slit, the sheer material began it’s inner descent into the folds of her wet cunt. Desiring to stretch the material against the girl’s upper labia as well, and in an effort to come closer to the region of the girl’s hitherto neglected clitoris, she pulled up on the waistband of the bikini bringing the slimy material into contact with the hidden, yet sensitive nub.
Denise moaned, but the sound was short lived as Jeannie, once again plunged her tongue back into the teenager’s starving mouth with one piston like motion. At the same time she released the waistband and pushed the bikini crotch out of the way in order to squirrel her long and well-manicured middle finger into the girl’s soaking wet orifice.
The effect on Denise was like being hit by a sex train as she exploded into an orgasm around Jeannie’s finger. “Ughhh…” she moaned and shivered as she fought for breath around the invading wet tongue which continued to work the inside of her mouth, scraping the roof with a serpent’s skill and then recoiling in an impossible maneuver to wash the back of Denise’s upper teeth. Denise felt another orgasm approach from the lewd and unexpected assault on her oral cavity. Just before it hit, however, Jeannie brought the thumb of her left hand back into contact with Denise’s clitoris, and at the same time brought her right hand around the girl’s upper side in order to gently squeeze the large areole and nipple which was now nearly visible through the thin veil of Denise’s sheer swimsuit top. At the last second, she squeezed on the thick nipple hard and then began to pull the entire teat into an elongated position. Denise moaned in pleasure and pain at the attack on her chest and sensitive nipples. Not missing a stroke, Jeannie then curled the long and pussy-embedded middle finger of her other hand back, so that it came into contact with Denise’s hidden g spot. “Ooohh! God!” Denise hissed, and then stuck her own agile tongue into Jeannie’s mouth as her legs trembled and clamped hard around the older woman’s captive hand.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at her blond friend in amazement. “You are the best lover I’ve ever had. I can’t believe what you’ve done to me. And your tongue, wow!”
“Wait till I get your swimsuit off and lick your hairy crack,” said Jeannie as she wiggled her finger seductively in the girl’s hot pie. “You’re gonna love it.”
Denise sat up and turned towards Jeannie. As the two girls began to make out again, the young girl’s desire got the better of her. She unabashedly reached around Jeannie’s broad back and undid the snaps on her bikini top. As soon as this chore was accomplished, the brassiere sprung forward unleashing Jeannie’s twin globes of womanhood. Her breasts were phenomenal in size, yet seemed to defy gravity as her extraordinary nipples pointed skyward. The large circumference of the puffy areole rose a good quarter inch above the large white teats, making their dark pink sides highly visible against the sheer white of the underlying tit flesh. They were the most beautiful and enticing nipples and breasts Denise had ever imagined. She cupped her hands beneath them and felt their weight before squeezing them gently in admiration. She then bent down and began to nurse one of the thick nipples into her mouth. Jeannie moaned and put her hand on the back of Denise’s head so that she could force more of her tit flesh into the suckling mouth. With her other hand she loosened the string of her own bikini bottoms. The movement caught Denise’s attention. She momentarily stopped sucking in order to view Jeannie’s revealed pussy. Curley brown hair grew densely between her thighs. The teenager began sucking again on Jeannie’s left breast, but this time she moved Jeannie’s left leg out to an angle and right leg over her own left thigh so that she could scoot in closer to the warm and enticing female flesh. She then brought her right hand down and squeezed Jeannie’s pussy lips together.
Jeannie moaned again as she felt her secretions flooding into the palpitating hand. Leaning back, and drawing the suckling young girl on top of her, she managed to reach up and untie the scanty strings of Denise’s nearly nonexistent bathing suit. She slid the brassiere out from between them catching a momentary glance at the large brown areoles covering the broad surface of Denise’s well-developed tits. As the passionate girl reached up once more to capture Jeannie’s extended tongue into her sweet teenage mouth, the two pairs of tits mashed together. Jeannie’s enormous rack bulged out at her sides cushioning Denise’s ripe young tit flesh into her own. At the same time she used a bit of genie magic to heat up her nipples so that they bore into the teenager’s sensitive breasts like hot pokers. The result was electrifying. Denise moaned into Jeannie’s mouth and rubbed her drenched pussy against Jeanni’s pubic bone. The material of her bikini, which was now firmly embedded in her crack from her asshole to her clitoris was now stretched so taut that she soon came in wave after wave in a dizzying orgasm.
“I’ve never come like this before, Jeannie. You get me so hot.”
“Me too. I was right on the verge just from kissing you.”
“Can’t I do something to help get you over…you know..” and Denise began to kiss Jeannie’s neck.
“Wait a minute,” said Jeannie, “Don’t you want to swim first? We’ve been out in the hot sun for a while and I’ve been sort of cumming and sweating….”
“You have?…good,” said Denise, “so have I.” And with that she once again began kissing Jeannie’s salty neck.
“Well if that’s the way she wants it,” thought Jeannie, and abandoned herself to the rampant teenager. Denise, sensing Jeannie’s acquiescence, began once again to kiss and lick the blonde’s neck. When she came to the bottom of Jeannie’s ear she chewed on the earlobe lightly and then began to lick the outer ear with her tongue. Jeannie’s moan encouraged her on so that she soon began to stab her tongue as far into the ear as she could. Over and over again she speared her tongue into the sensitive region. Jeannie moaned with pleasure and reached out to caress the now available large firm teenage breast. She traced the wide areole with her finger poking experimentally into the extremely soft flesh. Upon finding the base of a partially erect nipple, she began to flick the thick bud back and forth until it grew hard and erect. “Squeeze it, yea,… hard,” moaned Denise into Jeannie’s ear.
Jeannie pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger making Denise gasp and shudder at the same time. “I’m so sensitive there. Are you?” she asked not waiting for a reply. Instead, she continued kissing down the nape of Jeannie’s neck until she came to the white upper slope of a breast. “Mmmmm,” she moaned into the soft skin, kissing and licking her way towards the huge pink puffed-up areole that comprised the tips of the genie’s exquisite breasts. She had never seen areole like this -they were so beautiful and thick. She lifted the heavy orb to her face and began to lick the sides of the areole. They seemed to rise slightly from the stimulation, like nipples themselves.
Katherine sat on one man’s lap now as he raised and lowered her up and down his cock, the shiny head of it popping out occasionally as Katherine grinded her body against his hips, her leg muscles working hard as she was lifting herself up and down. Two other men were standing very close to her face, their pricks in their hands as they jacked them off, waiting for Katherine to lower her mouth around them. It was like watching a scene out of a porno movie, only in real life - the waiting men, dicks dripping and ready to be fucked; the girl bouncing up and down on a man with a large cock’s lap, all the while his hands groping and rubbing over her large breasts, the nipples protruding excitedly.
Stepping closer, I saw that Ali’s mouth was now wrapped tightly around a man in front of her, who was fucking her face forcefully, a handful of her blonde hair in his hand. The man who was fucking her from behind bucked hard against her hips and then groaned loudly, releasing his seed deep inside Ali’s cunt. He withdrew from her snatch with an audible pop and another man was right there, ready and waiting to step in for him. Ali grunted around the dick in her mouth as the second man slid his prick into her, teasing her opening for a moment before thrusting hard inside.
Brittany had slid underneath Ali’s legs now and was propped up on her elbows, a stream of Ali’s juices and the most recent man’s cum dribbling down her face and throat as she lapped at Ali’s exposed clit, visible even through the neatly trimmed mass of blonde pubic hair between her legs. Brittany’s breasts jiggled and bounced as she rocked back and forth on her arms, her tongue digging as deep as possible into the lanky blonde’s sex.
The dick that had been in Katherine’s mouth slid out from between her lips as Katherine gasped for air, her whole body shuddering as the man fucking her and she herself orgasmed within mere seconds of each other. He held her on his lap for a long moment, grinding her hips back and forth on his legs, a white foamy mix of their juices leaking out from between Katherine’s legs. She wearily lifted herself off of him and crawled onto her knees, the two men in front of hers dicks held tightly by her small hands.
Moving closer now, I watched this entire scene with an erection so hard that it hurt still held inside my pants. I was still in shock that what Katherine had said was true, and I couldn’t believe that Willis or whoever else had organized this party would use these girls as mere sex objects, careless of their bodies. Still though, they didn’t seem to mind doing it, even if they were simply coerced into their roles, and somehow the sexiness of three reluctant Hollywood stars servicing an untold number of men was turning me on to no end. I think it was the contrast between the beautiful, picture perfect world of the mainstream Hollywood world versus the raw sexuality of what it took to survive in that world that did it for me, but whatever it was, I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me.
Brittany had grown tired of licking at Ali’s pussy and had crawled back out from between her legs, only to be met by two more men, one who had cum in Ali’s snatch and the other a new guy with a quite sizeable looking prick, waiting for her to take the sexual lead with them. Brittany wrapped her pouty, thick lips around the longer shafted man and began to bob her head up and down on it, the long length of his prick sliding down into the darkness of her mouth and throat. The second man had moved behind her and had lifted her to her knees, her ass thrusted into the air. Spitting down onto his cock, he lubed it up and then gently pushed the thick head of his dick against Brittany’s asshole. She released the shaft from her mouth quickly and turned her head around to watch the man enter her ass. For a moment, I thought I saw a sign of resistance from her against this final violation, but it quickly faded away as she closed her eyes and moaned, a low sound coming from her cum coated lips.
The man began to hump her ass harder now, keeping most of his shaft inside of her tight ass, the cheeks of which were bouncing back and forth as she fucked him. She had resumed sucking the dick of the larger man and seemed quite happy, her innocent brown eyes looking up at him as she sucked.
I subconsciously began to stroke my dick through my pants, feeling the hardness pressing against the fabric of my slacks, when I suddenly felt a large hand on my shoulder, pulling me backwards. I am a big man so the pulling had to be quite strong to move me at all, but I spun around to see the bouncer from outside the door staring at me.
“Let’s go. You’ve already seen too much,” he said angrily, his large hand now on my arm. I yanked it away quickly and started backing up towards the stage, not wanting to make a scene but not wanting to be thrown out either. Besides the sex itself, I wanted to see just how much longer this entire ordeal would go on. The bouncer grew angry now, lunging forward towards me, but I caught his arm and held it just a few inches from me. Using the leverage of his off balance punch, I shoved him backwards with all my strength, sending him flying against one of the tables and almost falling over it completely, chairs scattering this way and that.
I was about ready to begin to throw punches when suddenly Katherine jumped down off of the stage, her body sweaty and reeking of sex as she stood wobbly next to me, her arm across my chest.
“Leave him alone, he can stay. He already knows,” she said to the bouncer coldly.
A crowd had formed around us and the bouncer looked around at the other men who had been interrupted in watching (or taking part in) the show. They stared at us blankly, not quite sure what was going on. Even Ali and Brittany had stopped grinding and moving on stage, although they still had dicks buried in their various orifices.
The bouncer stared at Katherine for a moment and then threw his hands up in the air. “Fuck it, do whatever you want to whore,” he said.
I instinctively moved towards him but Katherine stopped me with her arm. I regained my composure and turned to face her. Katherine hooked her arm under mine and led me up with her back onto the stage. She stood in full view of the rest of the men as she began to undo my belt and pants, my shirt already partially open from the scuffle. She leaned in close to me to kiss my chest, her sweaty blonde hair smelling like shampoo and cum.
“Just play along. No one else knows who you are, and they won’t ask any questions. Trust me. I’ll talk to you about it later,,” she whispered in my ear as my pants fell down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and slid off my boxers as Katherine finished unbuttoning my shirt, flinging it over in a corner with the rest of my clothes. I was naked now in front of all these strangers but they didn’t seem to care: Ali and Brittany had quickly resumed what they were doing and had changed out men somewhat, though the one guy was still fucking Brittany’s ass hard.
Katherine pulled me close to her and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, lifting herself up off the ground as her legs scissor-ed around my waist. Her wet and used pussy was just a few inches from my prick as she slowly began to slide down on it, the head of my shaft sliding into her once again.
Her pussy was wet and quite stretched from the men who had fucked her all night long, but it still felt warm and inviting as she clamped her legs down tightly around me, the inner walls of her pussy quivering on my shaft. Katherine leaned her head against my chest as I bounced her up and down on my prick, grabbing hold of her tight ass as she rocked on it. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, her nipples making the hair on my chest tingle as she rubbed against my body, the pinkish nubs caressing my skin. Holding Katherine like that, I finally got a good view of the club and all that was actually taking place.
Some of the men had cleared out, leaving only 15 or so left, but they all seemed to be occupied. Ali had a man in her mouth and another one in her pussy as she lay on the floor of the stage, her legs balanced on the shoulders of an overweight man who was sweating wildly as he jammed himself deeper and deeper into her. Brittany had a semi-circle of men standing around her, all jerking their cocks as she rotated her mouth back and forth between them, sucking on each for a few moments before moving on, her ponytails from her costume long having since come undone. I couldn’t see her hand exactly but from the way her elbow and arm were moving, it was obvious that she was playing with herself while she was sucking off all the men. Those who weren’t on stage were either huddled by it, jerking their cocks as they waited their turn or were off over by the bar, as I could see that even the bartender had gotten into the action, one man beneath her and the other fucking her from a sort of crouch position as they worked on her ass and her pussy at the same time. About the only man who didn’t seem to be enjoying himself was the bouncer, but he was seated over in a corner with his arms crossed, simply watching the show with a smile. We made eye contact for a moment and I saw the rage in his eyes at having been embarrassed in his own club, and thus quickly looked away from him.
I hadn’t noticed, but bouncing Katherine up and down on my dick had brought me achingly close to orgasm. She was now moving in a sort of wave like motion, her upper body flowing forward while her ass rocked back, and vice versa. She had her eyes closed, her high cheekbones flushed from the exhaustion of the entire night, but she seemed lost in her own world, her body now in complete control of her actions, rationale be damned.
My balls smacked loudly against her ass and I felt her clit rub against my shaft as she pressed into me. My orgasm started inside my body, the entire day’s events rushing back on me in a flood as I shot my load deep inside of Katherine’s rocking, bouncing body, feeling the sperm coat her inner walls as I shuddered and felt a little weak at the knees, three streams hitting her pussy in rapid succession. I held her there for a few minutes, allowing both of us to catch our breath as my arms grew tired and I finally set her back down on the stage. Her body felt limp and exhausted - I wondered if she had orgasmed herself at all tonight, or perhaps maybe even too much - but she walked tiredly over to a man who was laying down on the stage, his cock in the air, eagerly awaiting Katherine to free herself from me.
I was going to step off the stage and simply observe more when Ali darted in front of me, a look of lust in her eyes as she nibbled on her lip.
“Can’t let Katherine have all the fun with our mystery man now can we?” she said, her hands roaming over my body. Ali was sticky in various places, cum already starting to dry on her chest as she rubbed her hand over my left nipple and used the other to stroke my cock quickly back to hardness.
“How about my ass mystery man? Will that do?” she said, turning around seductively in a spin. I simply nodded and watched as Ali bent over and touched her toes, her exposed asshole just begging to be fucked. I could see cum in her pussy and a few white trickles running down her leg but, as far as I could tell I would be the first to slide into her asshole. My cock was still wet from inside of Katherine as I lined up between Ali’s cheeks, her legs now spread wide to give me good access. I pushed into her, feeling the head of my seven inch shaft slide through rather easily into her anal cavity, the immediate tightness of it making me groan in pleasure, every sensitive nerve in my body now on full alert. Sliding further inside, I lifted Ali up slightly at the waist until she was leaning her back completely against me, her head barely reaching my shoulder. This had given my cock a better angle to slide into her and I could feel my shaft bottom out completely inside of her ass. Ali had tensed up a little when I had first entered her but was now completely relaxed, her arms wrapped around me from behind as she thrust her body forward, rocking her tight ass on my prick.
I began to guide Ali back and forth against me, wrapping one arm around her waist as she pushed back on her own accord, squeezing her ass tightly to make the tension and pressure practically unbearable. I knew I wouldn’t last long, now that I was buried deep inside of her, but I sure as hell was going to try.
Moving my free hand to Ali’s chest, I stroked and caressed her nipples, feeling the soft flesh of her mounds beneath my fingers, the sweat dripping down from her panting, sexually charged body. Another man approached us now, his dick waving in his hand. Ali pulled away from me slightly as she bent over at the waist to suck on his cock, which now allowed me more opportunity to thrust inside of her ass. Pulling in and out a bit, I left just the head inside of her tight hole as I worked myself in and out of her butt, feeling the tension and pressure of her anal cavity as the ridges and thickness of my cock moved against her muscles.
Ali slurped loudly on the man’s dick, burying her whole throat on it as her blonde hair swung wildly around her bobbing head, her lips and mouth a blur as she worked on him. I glanced over to where Brittany was and it looked like the men had taken all they could from her very talented lips and mouth. Brittany’s face was covered in cum, probably from at least three or four guys, but she still seemed to be sucking on the men without hesitation, despite barely being able to see from the sticky man juice that coated her lips and cheeks and nose. Little globs fell off of her as another man shot his load on her face, Brittany opening her mouth just in time to catch most of it from the man, her lower body rocking violently back and forth now as she furiously fucked herself with her hand.
Watching this was just the final straw for me, seeing this cum coated celebrity eagerly taking all of these men’s copious loads. I grabbed Ali hard by the waist and yanked her back from the man’s prick so quickly that it literally slid out of her throat. Pushing as deep as I could into her one last time, feeling the bones in her ass slam into my own pelvic bone, I shot a tremendous load of cum deep into her bowels, pumping in and out of her as I released it deep inside of her body, feeling it splat against the tight walls of her ass.
Ali grunted as I came, grinding her ass back and forth against me as she coaxed as much cum out as she could from my now aching and throbbing prick. I released her hips from my hands and felt the last stream trickle out into her ass, Ali now moving forward to get at the cock she had been hungrily sucking on just a moment before. My dick slid out of her ass with a squishing sound, the entire length coated with my cum as I stepped backwards and caught my breath once again - the heat of the lights overhead made things incredibly tiring.
I looked around and saw that all the women were once again occupied, Katherine now being fucked doggy style as a man jacked his dick in front of her face, surely just a moment or two from cumming all over her. I walked over to where my clothes were, content that I had seen and experienced enough tonight to know just what Katherine was talking about. Getting dressed quickly, I walked against the curtain of the stage (making sure to stay AWAY from the bouncer) and glanced down at the mass of writhing bodies on the stage floor.
Katherine looked up at me as I passed, her mouth full of cock but her eyes locked on me intently. She didn’t have to say anything really, I could tell exactly what her eyes were conveying: I told you. My heart felt saddened at this, seeing her prove herself right, even if she did enjoy it even at all. I nodded towards her and then stepped off the stage, sliding out the door quickly.
It was now late at night as I got in my car, checking first for anyone who might be watching or waiting for me to get in. There was no one out except a few guys who had been in the club, and they were leaning against the side of the building, smoking cigarettes and talking with one another. I started my engine and drove home.
Arriving home, I found Petty asleep on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her and a biography of John Lennon (her idol) on her lap. I went into the bathroom and took a shower, quickly throwing my clothes into a hamper so that she didn’t smell the strip club and the sex all over me. Stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, I was startled to see her sitting there, waiting for me on the toilet. She smiled widely as I reached for a towel and dried myself off. Petty didn’t say a word as I slipped into a pair of boxer shorts and walked out of the bathroom towards the bedroom. She followed me, that same broad smile on her face.
I finally just had to know what she was grinning about, and told her as such. Petty’s smile fell a bit.
“Didn’t you get my note?” she asked.
“Yes, but you didn’t say what the big surprise was. I take it that’s what your grinning is about?”
“Of course. You’ll never guess what happened,”
I was too tired to try and guess, to be honest. “I have no idea, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you glow this much. So what was it?”
“A record deal!” Petty squealed, jumping up and down on the floor. Her happiness immediately became infectious as I moved to hug her.
“That’s great honey! I’m so happy for you!” I said excitedly as Petty hugged me close.
“I know, isn’t it great? I’ve been calling people all day, telling them about it. My father is going to flip when he hears, especially since he always said that my music was a waste of time,”
“Yeah. So, tell me all about it,” I said as we walked into the living room.
“Well, I was sitting in your office, playing some songs, you know. I had written one for you about getting the job at Antamount and I was just rehearsing it, planning on surprising you when you came in. Where were you today, by the way?” she asked.
I paused for a moment, thinking about when to tell her. Now didn’t seem like the right time, considering how happy she was.
“It’s a long story. Any ways, go on,”
“So I’m sitting there playing and then this man comes in. He says he heard my music all through out the office and he was walking around trying to find it. He called me a ’siren’,” she said, giggling a little bit at this last word. “I played a few more songs for him and when I finished up, he told me that he would love to sign me to his record label, that I had the potential to be just the star he was looking for. It all happened so fast, I can still hardly believe it!”
“Well, who is it with?” I asked.
Petty stopped giggling for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. “What?”
“What record label is it?”
“Oh! That! It’s a new division, called Antamount Records,” she said excitedly.
My heart, for the second time that day, leapt into my throat. My mouth suddenly became dry as I tried to formulate how to reply to her.
“Antamount…who…who was it that came in to talk to you?” I asked, already dreading who it was.
“Oh yeah! That’s the other great part about it! It was Wilton Willis himself. You know, the CEO of the company? He was totally blown away by my talent and I mean, wow! If you can impress someone like him then who else is there to top?” she said, still excited over the news.
I stood up from the couch, my hand going to my hair. I don’t know why I stood up but doing so made my knees wobbly and I sat back down quickly.
“Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ…” I muttered to myself, shaking my head.
“Alex? What’s wrong? Are you okay baby?” Petty said, now concerned.
“I…I’m…it’s just…”
“Alex, what is it?”
I looked up and took Petty hard by the arms, pulling her face close to mine. A look of fear washed over her face but I was too concerned about other things to barely even register it.
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