by Bobwhite
Author’s note: Here’s a nice little vacation story. And, for a change, it’s not going to focus on FF. I’ve been kicking around elements of this story for quite some time, searching for an impetus to put it all together in something I knew people might enjoy. I was having trouble finding a catalyst, until Ms. Myrrh threw her January 2011 writing event.
“Is she still giving me that look?” Kevin nervously asked his friend Jake.
“Who, your wife or mine?” Jake replied, carefully looking across the sparsely populated dining room in their Las Vegas hotel. Dimly, he heard the murmur of the early morning gambling crowd as they moved about the casino... never had a room so close been so far away from him.
“You mean Cathy is giving me the stink eye too?”
“No no no, no, your wife is... well honestly it looks like whatever Julie is saying to her, Cathy wants the conversation to end. Which reminds me: you haven’t told me why my wife is pissed off and yours is not. I mean, I know why Julie is mad, she can’t stand guys who cheat. But shouldn’t your wife be madder? Because, you know, you are the one who... uh....”
“No,” Kevin replied, raising an eyebrow and looking nowhere in particular, as if remembering something. “No, trust me, she’s... OK with it.” He was having trouble hiding his crooked smile. Kevin glanced up, appreciating the way the sunlight that was making its way into the room shone off his wife’s light brown hair. Actually, now that I think about it... when did her hair get that long?
Quickly, his mind went south, imagining grabbing a couple of handfuls of that hair and pulling on it like reins as he took her from behind. Last night, he found out a lot about his wife of one year, in particular her thing for having her hair pulled. Doing that and talking dirty flipped a switch in her head, turning her into frenzied sexual beast. Now silently staring at his wife, he realized that until the previous night, he’d never truly appreciated how sexy his wife’s petite, lithe form was. He loved her, but he never really saw her raw sexuality. He wondered how quickly he could find an excuse to get her back to their room.
Curiosity finally got the best of Jake, who’d until now hoped to stay out of whatever had happened last night between his best friend of over 20 years and his wife of one. Breaking the awkward silence and startling Kevin, he said, “What do you mean, ‘OK with it?’ Dude, you fucked—” Jake began, more loudly than he’d meant to be; he looked around to see if anyone had heard him swear, and his wife apparently had. More quietly, he continued. “You fucked a stranger. Yeah, a hot stranger, but we all saw it when the elevator doors opened.”
“Trust me, it’s OK,” Kevin said, clearly not wanting to talk about it.
“But it was your one year anniversary!”
“I know, just drop it. Cathy did.” Again, that smile crept across his face.
“It was also her birthday! How is she OK with it? Tell me.”
“Well... OK, but don’t tell your wife,” Kevin said, relenting at last. When Jake agreed, Kevin began telling him of what happened when his wife stormed into their room, where he was still busy with the goddess-like beauty who he’d only met an hour before.
“Apparently, the fuck in the elevator wasn’t enough for her, so she told me we should go to my room,” Kevin said. “Now, you’re not going to believe this, but... well, we... well, I had just finished for the fifth time, and I was still ready to go for more, when all of the sudden the door opens and Cathy storms in.”
“Fifth time?” Jake asked.
“Yes! Anyway, Cathy starts screaming, calling me every name in the book, all the while Lilly—”
“Lilly?”
“Yes, Lilly; the girl had a name, obviously. Anyway, check this out: she’s calling me all this shit, right, and Lilly is on top, squeezing my cock with her pussy. It felt like a blow job, a hand job, and a pussy wrapped around my dick all at once; crazy. And she just... I don’t know, she—Lilly—turned around, so now it’s reverse-cowgirl, and slowly started grinding... she was saying something but I didn’t really hear or care, and before I knew it, Cathy is sitting on my face, leaning over and kissing Lilly—”
“I thought you said she had turned around? Wouldn’t that mean her back would be to anyone sitting on your face?” Kevin asked, his skepticism growing by the minute.
“Apparently, after she convinced my wife that we should all fuck, she turned back around. Somehow, I got my tongue so deep in Cathy’s—”
“Dude, stop! I don’t want to hear that.”
“Sorry. Anyway, for the rest of the night, ‘til like three in the morning or something, we had this crazy, crazy three-way. It was... indescribable,” Keith said, finally speechless. He’d worked up a minor sweat telling the story. “We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other this morning. Hell, it’s taking all I have not grab her and carry her back to our room.”
Jake, clearly not believing him, said, “Right. So, you’re not going to tell me what really happened, then. C’mon, Kevin, I’ve known you since 4th grade. You are the only man on Earth who has never been turned on by the thought of a threesome; you’ve mentioned it a hundred times. You don’t even dig it when two chicks... you know. What is this shit you’re telling me?”
“Jake... I can’t explain it. All we wanted last night was to have sex with Lilly. Lots of sex. Lots of crazy, out-of-control sex. And we did. Lots of it. In fact it’s starting to feel weird talking to you about it....”
“Hey, you brought it up. Hopefully my wife doesn’t fuck it up even more for you,” Jake said, shrugging and sipping his orange juice.
Meanwhile, several tables over, Cathy was starting to get annoyed with all the “support” she was getting from her friend Julie, Julie’s younger sister Cindy, and Cindy’s friend Bree. “Look, it’s OK, really. It’s between Kevin and me anyways, so let’s just drop it. We’re here in Vegas to have a good time, sure he had a good time last night that we hadn’t planned...,” Cathy said, trailing off a little. They don’t need to know about the threesome, she thought. “Just drop it, OK?”
Cindy looked toward her sister and shrugged; she would always back her sister up, but as far as she was concerned this really didn’t involve her... or Julie, for that matter. “OK, if you say so. But if my husband screwed around on me on our anniversary, which was also my 30th birthday, I’d be pissed off as all hell.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a scrunchie. After a few quick motions, her long, red waves were pulled into a long ponytail.
As she put her arms down, she could have sworn that Cathy had stolen a glance of her large breasts as they jiggled from her motions. Cindy was only a little taller than Cathy, who was the shortest of the bunch. But, while Cathy was skinny, Cindy was voluptuous. Sure, her sister Julie had nice-sized boobs for her tall frame, and she had some decent curves, but everyone knew who the hotter sister was.
Cindy had the largest breasts of any of the four women in their sextet, having graduated bra class with a couple of D’s back when she was a junior in high school. Her hourglass frame was the kind that magazines usually have to create with an airbrush. Feeling a sudden chill run down her back, she involuntarily shivered, setting her breasts in motion again, and this time she was sure she saw Cathy take a peek. Cindy then had an idea about why Cathy was OK with her husband’s shenanigans; they had all seen that chick Kevin was screwing in the elevator... maybe Cathy also had a piece of that.
Cathy looked away quickly and sighed. “Well, call me when you get married. And are five years older. And if it happens to you.” She sighed and added, “Really, it’s OK.”
Brushing an imaginary crumb off of her chest to see if Cathy tried to sneak in another glance (which she did), Cindy said, “Whatever you say. Come on, Bree, let’s hit the slots, or the pool, or something.”
“I though you’d never say that,” Bree said, relieved. “Not to be rude or anything, but this really isn’t any of my business, and I want to burn through some of my vacation money on something other than breakfast.” Bree stood up and waited for Cindy, casually running her hands through her shoulder-length black hair so that it looked neat, but not too neat. She’d even put on some makeup, which she didn’t do all the time, so she wouldn’t be the plainest of the four women like she’d been last night at the bar.
Cindy got up, looking at the vacation version of her best friend Bree, a poster girl for Plain Jane whose only flaw (as far as Cindy was concerned) was that she seemed oblivious to the fact that with just a tiny bit of primping, she could be a real heart breaker. Just the little extra work she’d put in that morning was enough to make her look great. Cindy had convinced Bree to let her help pick out some outfits for the vacation. The outfit she was wearing was one Cindy had put together. It nicely accentuated Bree’s smallish breasts into something sure to draw some attention.
Realizing she’d started ogling her best friend, and wondering why she was starting to feel a little horny, Cindy cleared her throat and said, “You coming, sis?”
“I’m going to stay here; me and Jake are going to head out ourselves in a little bit. We’ll catch you all later,” Julie said.
Cindy shrugged and went over to Bree, hooked Bree’s arm with her own, and they sashayed toward the gambling area, both feeling more than a slight urge to get some action of the non-gambling variety before the day was out.
When Cindy and Bree had left, Julie continued her efforts to get Cathy to be as pissed off as any wife should be when her husband betrays her on her birthday and anniversary. She reached up and slid a ponytail holder off of her long, silky blond hair and shook her head, arranging it perfectly.
“Look, I just don’t understand why you’re acting like this is no big deal. I’ve known Kevin longer than you, I introduced you two what, three years ago, and he knows better than this. I don’t know what got into him, but he knows he was wrong, you can’t let something like this go or... or....”
“Or what?” asked a woman who had been sitting, unnoticed, one table over.
“Or he’ll get it in his head that it’s OK to think with his cock and fuck around on his wife on her birthday! Give a man half a chance and he’ll start fucking around,” Julie blurted out, much more brutally honest than she meant to be. She looked at Cathy, who had turned to face the woman who had butted in. Immediately she turned to look away from her; Cathy’s face was white as a ghost. “Cathy, what’s wrong?”
“Maybe she’s wondering why you didn’t also mention that Kevin was not only cheating on her on her birthday, but her anniversary, too. You people keep bringing that up. Or, maybe she’s remembering what a great fuck her husband is, now that he spent a few hours with me. Right, Cathy? Oh wait—no, she’s afraid you’ll somehow find out about what Kevin and her and I were doing that kept us up all night.”
Cathy had closed her eyes. She was now flushing noticeably, and small beads of sweat had formed on her brow.
“What’s—it was you? What the hell’s going on here?” Julie said, pointing to the raven-haired, smugly smiling creature of pure beauty. She looked to her friend, who was biting her lower lip. Julie thought she heard Cathy stifle a small moan and turned her attention to her friend.
“Oh, never mind her, Julie. She’s just remembering the fun her dear hubby and I had with her last night. She was so understanding about her husband’s predicament, the one that you all saw a bit of when the elevator opened, that I even decided to teach them some things about each other that years of screwing wouldn’t have done. And Kevin is... well he’s a bigger man than he used to be, let’s just put it that way. Isn’t that right, Cathy?”
Cathy held her breath, clenched her fists, trembled a little, and finally exhaled slowly.
“Cathy?” Julie asked, concerned.
“I... I... have to run... uh, I gotta go...,” Cathy mumbled, after which she shouted, “Kevin!” She carefully got up from the chair after calling for her husband and made a bee line for the nearest elevator. Julie watched as Kevin got up and ran after her—if it could be called a run; he was walking carefully because of the large bulge in his pants. Julie had a hard time not looking staring at it as he passed her table; Keith’s tight blue jeans allowed for a perfect outline of what had to be an eight- or nine-inch monster lurking beneath the fabric.
“Yeah, that thing in his pants is hard for even a happily married woman to ignore, isn’t it? Don’t worry about them. Cathy and Kevin are going to be busy for the rest of the day,” the mysterious woman said. Julie turned to follow Kevin with her eyes, and saw him meet up with his wife, run his hand up her back beneath her hair, clinch a fistfull of that hair, and pull her head back for a deep kiss. She fumbled for and finally pressed the Up button on the elevator; her hand was already working the front of his jeans by the time the door opened.
Julie turned away, only to see the “other woman” now seated comfortably at her table. She looked over to her husband, who had a confused look on his face, and she mouthed the words “This is her!” She turned back to the strange woman at her table, and was taken aback at her otherworldly good looks.
The stranger’s hair was long and straight, black as the midnight sky and shiny; it was stunning like a hair model’s hair, but at the same time strangely sexy. The woman’s eyes were that kind of deep, piercing blue that only seems to exist in crayons, and her creamy skin looked enticingly smooth and inviting. Idly, Julie wondered what it’d be like to kiss her perfect, soft-looking, red lips, then slide her cheek over the other woman’s smooth, inviting skin as she moved in to nibble on her ear and smell her hair.
She absentmindedly licked her lips as she imagined having the woman’s breasts, which were larger than her own, pressed against her as she ran her hands down to what had to be a perfect ass. Looking at the stunning woman’s ample chest, Julie could tell that the woman’s nipples were hard; she wondered if they were longer than her own... they’d be a lot of fun to suck on, bite....
“Hey, Julie. Eyes up here. Do try to focus,” the woman said, snapping Julie out of her sapphic daydream. “My name is Lilly. Now, what is it you were saying about Kevin?”
“Uh... I was... hey wait, how do you know my name?” Julie asked.
“The same way I know that just a moment ago, you, who have never entertained a lesbian thought in your life, were just thinking about putting your lips and teeth on my perfect nipples. Now, do go on about what Kevin should have done last night, when given an opportunity to have,” Lilly began, then stood up to do a few turns so that Julie could get a good look at how she filled out her cocktail dress, “an evening in the company of this body.”
It took a moment for Julie to gather herself. She stood up, her tall body towering over the distractingly hot homewrecker. “Kevin is a smart guy, and until last night I thought he was a really good guy, too. He’s not one of those guys who thinks with his dick, always chasing poon. He should have turned a tramp like you down!” Julie’s answer came out before she could soften it.
“Tramp? Poon? Who talks like that? Besides, you’re all on vacation, the regular rules don’t apply,” Lilly said, running her hands down her body. Julie could have sworn that for just a shadow of a moment, her dress had disappeared, allowing her to get a glimpse of her perfect nakedness. Suddenly weak in the knees, she sat down.
“Oh, and I’m not just any tramp,” said Lilly, her hands now resting on her hips. She approached Julie, who was still seated, and gently used her finger to raise the sitting woman’s chin. Julie trembled at the physical contact. “Nobody can resist me, unless I want them to, and even then they lose. Unless your husband is immune to my charms? Is your husband is better than any other man?”
“He’s been faithful to me for 12 years, and he’s been tempted with nicer things than you,” Julie lied. “He saw you last night. He was standing right there when you were flirting with Kevin. He didn’t lose control like a dog following a bitch in heat, did he? No, he didn’t.”
“Oh honey,” Lilly began, patting Julie on the head like a child, “that’s because I didn’t want him, I wanted Kevin. Don’t get me wrong, Jake is cute. Nice, strong arms, decent skin, and he’s tall... but that extra 10 or 20 pounds he’s got? May be fine for you, but it’s not for me. I mean, have you seen Kevin? Just as built as your husband, without a trace of fat anywhere.”
“My husband is not fat, you bitch!” Julie shouted. She looked around, and nobody seemed to notice.
Lilly was clearly not amused at Julie’s behavior. “You know... it’s too easy. I think I’m going to have to make this more interesting.”
“What do you mean?” demanded Julie. “What’s too easy?”
“Dealing with bitchy women like you who don’t know who they’re fucking with,” Lilly said, her enchanting voice now touched with a dangerous seriousness. “Normally, I just prove you wrong. Flash him a smile, making him cum in his pants. Extend my hand, making him kiss it. Making him throw away his wedding ring and loudly declare to everyone around that he’d rather eat a pile of shit than fuck you, with only the promise that if he does just that, I’ll blow him a kiss. Then, I fuck his brains out right in front of you, and give him a fucking so good that you would not be able to satisfy him, ever again.”
“What makes you think you have that kind of power over men, especially one like my Jake?” Julie said, trying to sound smug... and failing. “He’s one guy who doesn’t let his dick tell him what or who to do.”
“Really? Because I turned on just a little of my charm, and you were making out with me in your head.” Lilly saw real fear settle in Julie’s eyes—Julie knew it was true, and was suddenly aware of the fact that if Lilly could seduce her with just her presence, maybe Jake didn’t stand a chance. Lilly smiled at Julie, this time using all of her power to draw Julie’s lust lust to just below the breaking point, focused solely on her.
“Uhm... we could go somewhere and talk about this,” Julie nervously said, hoping to move the conversation to a place much more private, and perhaps soundproof.
Lilly leaned down to Julie, her lips almost brushing against the dazzled woman’s own. Julie closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but when she didn’t make contact she looked up to see Lilly smirking at her. Suddenly, the need to lick every square inch of the amazing woman disappeared, leaving Julie confused and sweaty. The tingles she felt all over her body began to fade.
“I don’t think so, dearie. I don’t like girls,” Lilly said. “Well, not usually; I do make exceptions from time to time—just ask Cathy. But your dear husband isn’t any better than any other man. Instead of just taking him in front of you, how about I show you just what he’s capable of if he’s properly... motivated?
“Here’s a wager: I bet if he could have literally any woman he wanted, no matter what, he’d do it—and, he’d do it a lot. Maybe he’d stay with you, maybe he’d even invite you to the party, I don’t know. But he’d prove to you that your man is no better than any other, when faced with the kind of temptation I like to play with.” Turning to Jake, who was trying very hard not to watch the conversation, Lilly said, “Jake, dear, would you come here please? Julie and I have a little wager going.”
Julie was about to say that she hadn’t agreed to any kind of wager, but she was cut off by Jake loudly getting up from his chair. He did it so quickly that it crashed to the floor. He practically sprinted over to Lilly and Julie. Lilly stopped him as he moved to sit down.
She touched his arm, and he froze. Lilly pressed her body against him as she slid behind him. She felt up and down his arms, which were well-muscled even if he didn’t have the cut look of a body builder like Kevin. In a fearful moment of just how much trouble they were in, she noticed that Lilly, standing close behind her husband, had perched her head on Jake’s shoulder. Mere moments ago, Lilly had been several inches shorter than Julie, who was herself a few inches shorter than Jake.
“Uhm... what’s going on?” Jake asked. He was also sure that just a few seconds ago, he’d been much taller than the thing of beauty who towered over him from behind now.
Lilly encircled him with her arms, hugging him from behind, and whispered warmly into his ear, “Don’t speak.” She followed this with a quick nibble on his earlobe, then a light bite on his neck, giving him a sudden hard-on. “Now that I have your attention,” she said to both of them, “let’s just see what ol’ Jake here does when he finds himself able to have whoever he wants, whenever he wants.”
“Leave him alone!” Julie managed to shout before Lilly snapped her fingers, silencing her. Julie began to fidget around in her chair, and after a few moments she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her jeans and slid one hand inside, the other moving to grope of her breasts.
“Now that she’s occupied,” Lilly said, “I’m going to loan you a few things, Jake. It’s part of our little bet. For the next couple of days, I’m going to make you irresistible to women. Your body will be perfect, and just by extending your will you can have any woman you want, doing anything you want, any way you want. The minds and bodies of every woman you see will be yours... but you don’t get to make any permanent changes to their personalities. And don’t change their bodies too much, OK? Are those rules simple enough?”
“Uhm... OK?” Jake said, unable to move away from the wet dream pressing against his back. His cock felt like it might burst if he didn’t get off soon. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.
“Good. First, let me fill your head with... oh... let’s start with everything that is known, or ever will be known, about sex. Every loving caress, every perverted kink, and everything in between... and, let’s get you filled in on how to use these gifts to the fullest extent of your imagination.” Julie looked up and saw Lilly’s mouth draw close to her husband’s ear. Lilly’s tongue slipped out, and Jake leaned his head into the probing wetness just before Lilly’s tongue, and then the air between her mouth and Jake’s ear, began to glow bright white. A few seconds later, the glow had faded.
“Now... let’s upgrade your equipment to something every woman wants and none could even think about resisting. Until I take the charm back, the sight of your new cock is going to inspire intense, undeniable arousal; pure, uncontrollable desire; and desperate need in any nearby woman who you think is attractive. Even if they can’t see it, any woman you desire will be drawn to you, and to it, sneaking glances down below your belt as it’s power consumes them....”
Her hands wandered down to the front of his pants, which unzipped on their own. His underwear slid down, releasing his cock. She grabbed it and gave it a few strokes, her hand and then his cock glowing white for a few seconds. Slowly, it faded, and Julie’s masturbation became frantic as she stared at the living work of art Lilly had created that was pointed right at her.
“Yes, this will do nicely,” Lilly whispered, squeezing it. “You can make it as big as you want, but be nice; if you want to stick it someone, make sure you adjust her so it’ll fit right.” A waitress had approached the table to see what all the commotion was about. When she saw Jake’s cock, she knelt down in front of it, touched it, held it up to her cheek and breathed in Jake’s scent, and a few seconds later it disappeared into her mouth. A few adjustments from Lilly later, and she slid its entire length into her mouth effortlessly.
“And let’s just make sure that every sound your mouth makes is like a sweet musical command that none can disobey, so long as your mind is bent on getting laid... and what the hell, let’s give your libido a little boost.” She moved her head over to Jake’s other shoulder, raised her hands to draw his face to hers, and she kissed him deeply. Julie once again saw the bright glow go from Lilly’s mouth into Jake’s. His entire head seemed to glow for a few moments before fading.
When the kiss was over, Lilly said, “that should do it.” She turned to Julie, who was furious with the waitress and her husband but too horny to do anything about it. “I went ahead and gave him the powers that I have used to enjoy men for the last few hundred years or so, and the knowledge to use them to the fullest. Meet me here tomorrow to return them to me. And don’t think about skipping out on me; I’ve kept a few of my unsavory talents just in case.”
And with that, she began to laugh. She laughed all the way to the door, and continued laughing as she exited the hotel. She was still laughing when a pudgy bald man drove up to her in a distressed, mostly green 1979 Gremlin, screeching to a halt and almost running her over. He stepped out wearing armor that had obviously been made of plastic detergent bottles, although witness accounts concerning the brand of detergent were inconclusive.
He then pointed a modified toy ray gun at her. When he pulled the trigger, a torrent of purple bubbles was released that attached themselves to Lilly. A minute or so later, the bubbles had merged into one big bubble with Lilly floating inside. The strange man walked up to the bubble, and popped it. Once the bubble was gone, so was Lilly. All that was left was a small bit of soapy water on the pavement.
The man was tackled by bystanders; all the police got out of him was “She ruined my marriage 20 years ago, that bitch! Thank God her powers have died with her!” before he took what he said was a cyanide capsule. Turns out, it was just the corner of a plastic baggie that was filled up with a tablespoon of laundry detergent and sealed with clear tape.
Back at the hotel restaurant dining room, the perpetual masturbation spell Julie was under ended at the same moment Lilly’s existence did, and she came hard, writhing awkwardly as she tried to regain full control of herself while in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life. Once she was able to think straight, she looked to Jake, who seemed different somehow. His body looked the same, and Julie couldn’t put her finger on what was different, but he was more handsome somehow—more rugged, more manly, more sexy.
“Julie—quick, go back to our room and clean yourself up, I’ll be right behind you!” Jake said with urgency. Julie didn’t hesitate to do exactly what he said—she was hot and bothered, and perhaps the best place to be was their room. She was in the elevator when she remembered that he was getting blown by a waitress. Her horniness morphed into fury, and she got her phone out and dialed up her sister.
Jake looked down at the waitress who was sucking on his dick, which was easy once he removed the excess fat from his body. As he imagined exactly how he wanted her to do it, she complied without being told—she cupped his balls, stroked his shaft, and matched her rhythm to what he wanted. Jake smiled, knowing all he had to do was will it and she’d do it. He didn’t even have to form a command or anything. As he thought it, she did it.
She slowed down and looked up at him. “I’m... oh my God, I’m sorry, sir, you’re married... I work here, we’re not supposed to fraternize with the guests....”
“You call giving me the best blowjob of my life ‘fraternization?’” he asked with mock innocence.
“It’s just... I mean... it’s....” The woman was staring at his penis, slick with her spit, with a look of awe on her face. “It’s just so... I just want it in me, on me, touching me, anywhere, I need it, it’s perfect, I can’t... I can’t explain it....” And with that, she closed her eyes and guided his prick back into her mouth, resting a moment in relief once it was back in her mouth before resuming her efforts to get him off. She grabbed his ass and dug her claws in, forcing his hips into a humping motion, making him fuck her face.
“That’s enough... get up, and bend over this table,” Jake said after several minutes.
The woman was reluctant to stop sucking on his dick, but did as she was told. She moaned when she felt him lift her skirt above her hips. She gasped when she felt his hand tear the crotch of her underwear out of his way, and when he rested his cock between her ass cheeks, she moved up and down, hoping he would pick a hole—any hole, even her ass, which she’d never given up before, not even to her kinky boyfriend—and fill it.
With a wicked grin, Jake placed the tip of his dick right on the woman’s brown eye. He brought his hand down quickly, smacking her on her ass, which he knew she loved. She wiggled her hips in response, trying to get his cock to slip into her pussy. But Jake had other things in mind.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, smacking her ass again. Her hips moved up and down, her ass massaging the shaft of his cock.
“F-fuck my... my ass....” she whispered. Slowly, he pressed in, his dick magically gliding as if it were well-lubed. It filled her ass perfectly, and a steady chorus of “fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass” began to emanate from the waitress’s lips. She didn’t understand how a cock as big as the one she’d been sucking on could just glide in to her tightest hole with nothing but a bit of spit as lube, but it felt so good she simply didn’t care.
Jake grabbed her ass with both hands and slowly built up speed, mentally tweaking her response to ensure that this impromptu coupling would be the best sexual experience she was ever likely to have—it would take a better lover than Jake to take her to the heights he was bringing her to, and Jake knew, thanks to the powers that formerly belonged to Lilly, that there was no such thing as a better lover than he. He wondered how loud she would get if he made her cum every seventh time he plunged into her ass, and to her surprise and his delight, she got unbelievably verbal, even if she had trouble making actual words come out of her mouth.
As Jake approached his own climax, he held hers at bay. Now the pleasure within her was building higher and higher he raced for the finish line. For the final push, he made her feel tongues all over her body, mouths sucking and biting on her breasts (which was one of her kinks which she’d only ever shared with one ex-boyfriend), and a thick cock thrusting into her pussy while a tongue flicked over her clit.
The helpless woman moaned loudly and thrashed on the table in response. The constant orgasms had been amazing, but the buildup to what she knew would be the big one was driving her crazy. When the extra sensations Jake created pushed her to the very edge of sanity, he came, filling her with his seed as she uncontrollably rode the waves of the best orgasm she would ever have.
After he pulled out and put his pants on, she slowly pushed up from the table. She turned to face him, her face aglow with bliss. Panting, she said, “Uh... I can’t believe... I just did that... I don’t... I don’t know... what to say.”
“Don’t worry about it, babe. You were great. Don’t worry, I made sure nobody noticed, just go to the bathroom and straighten yourself up a bit and you’ll be OK.”
“Sir... I never do this, I’ve never done anything like this... your wife... that was your wife wasn’t it, she’s going to be pissed... holy shit, how did you....”
“Relax, just enjoy it, don’t worry, I’m not going to complain to the manager. But, I did ruin your panties. May I?” Jake said as he knelt down, reached up the waitress’s skirt, and ripped the waistband of the ruined panties. “Here, toss these in the trash. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to talk to my wife, and I believe you have to finish your shift. Back to work... Heather,” Jake said, reading her name from the tag on her blouse. Heather backed away awkwardly, smiling and almost giddy, and wandered over to the restrooms.
A few minutes later, Jake entered his hotel room. To his surprise, Julie had been joined by Cindy and Bree, who were sitting to either side of her on the bed. Julie was leaning over, resting her head on her sister, who had arm around her. Bree was looking uncomfortable, clearly wanting to go back downstairs; Jake detected more than a little bit of horniness in the woman. For fun, he bumped up Bree’s arousal to see what would happen. She looks pretty good, he thought, and she doesn’t think she does. He looked over at Cindy. That woman is sex on heels, though, and she knows it.
“Right behind me, huh? Did that waitress finish taking your order?” Julie said sarcastically, drawing Jake’s attention.
Cindy looked up at him and muttered, “Asshole.”
Bree nervously looked at Jake, then at Julie, and was visibly uncomfortable. “Look, Cindy, this is none of our business, let’s just go, these two have some stuff to work out. Come on, let’s let them talk, we can hit the tables, or go back to our room for a drink, I can cover the minibar....” She got up and headed to the door, but she went back to the bed when Jake realized that her heightened desire was focused not only on him, but also on Cindy and Julie, which he hadn’t expected. The fates have delivered unto me a genuine bisexual. It would be wrong not to make her have some fun.
“I’m not leaving until I give you a piece of my mind!” Cindy yelled. Jake held up his hand, and Cindy found it impossible to think of anything to say. This made Bree even more uncomfortable, but she couldn’t work up the gumption to get up from the bed.
“Your and Kevin’s girlfriend was on the news,” Julie said in a calm, low voice that dripped with venom. “The police aren’t saying how, but some guy she’d probably fucked with at some point just shot her, or something. I don’t know, the details were a little fuzzy. But I guess you won’t be running off with her—”
“She’s gone?” Jake asked. When the three women nodded to confirm, Jake smiled. “Good. I didn’t want to see her again anyway. Julie, we have to talk.”
“Go, Jake. Just get out of here. When we get back home, trust me, we’ll have a good, long talk,” Julie said.
“You’re pissed about the waitress, I get it. But Lilly made that happen! It wasn’t my choice, I had to, Lilly made me fuck her.”
“No, she made her give you a blowjob. If you’d come up with me after Lilly left, I’d understand, I mean you saw what she made me... do....” Julie took a breath and added, “But you didn’t stop, did you? You didn’t run after me. You just had to give her stinking cunt a good pounding. I bet she just loved that, didn’t she?”
“OK, Julie. First of all, she didn’t have a choice; and second, I didn’t give her pussy any pounding at all, what do you take me for?”
Julie shot him a hopeful look. “You didn’t stick it in her pussy at all?”
“No! I fucked her in the ass, because I knew she wasn’t on birth control. You’re missing the point—I was just so horny, and she couldn’t resist, and that got me excited... seriously, you don’t understand....”
“Oh, we understand all right,” Cindy said. “You weak little dickhead shit of a man. Some pretty thing shakes her ass at you and what do you do? You just jump right in, forget your loyalty to your wife, and... and....” Cindy was suddenly finding herself speechless again.
Jake had grown tired of being judged. “So you think you can stand up to the kind of temptation I just endured?” he said, his immense sexual knowledge beginning to leak into his personality, mixing with it in ways Lilly had intended to be only temporary. “You have no idea.”
“It isn’t all that hard, Jake. You think I’ve never been around... oh, uhm....”
Jake grinned. He’d just turned on his physical charm to what he perceived as its maximum level, and Cindy had almost cooed in response. Bree licked her lips and her hands formed tight little fists as she fought the sudden, undeniable need to have the man before her take her any way he wanted. Julie’s anger morphed into raw animal lust, and she locked eyes with the man she needed to have inside her as soon as she got rid of the two other women in the room.
“Not so angry now, I see, are we?” he asked, smiling slightly.
“Cindy, Bree... Jake’s right, we have to work this out now. Please go,” she said as calmly as she could.
Jake grabbed his shirt, just to the left of his collar, with his right hand. The women inhaled. In one motion, he ripped the garment from him, an action that made each woman fall back a little as the air and strength left their bodies. Jake’s body was so perfect an example of masculinity now that the sudden sight of it had given the three ladies a small orgasm.
“Cindy, you have a foul mouth,” Jake said, taking off his belt. When it was off, he folded it in half. Holding it by the ends, he brought his hand together, making the belt’s shape expand into a circle. Then he moved his hands swiftly outward, bringing the halves of the belt together with a whip-like snapping sound. The women flinched with another tiny orgasm.
“But,” he began, looking at the belt and considering it, “I don’t believe in beatings. I do, however, know just the thing to wash out your mouth with. Tell you what,” he said, tossing the belt aside and stepping out of his pants and shoes, leaving on only the boxers he was wearing, “either you come over here on your knees and get me ready—with your mouth—to fuck your sister, your friend, and even you; or you take Bree and get out of here.”
“Cindy, Bree, please leave, my husband and I—” Julie began, but Jake cut her off. Bree’s hand slipped over to Julie’s leg, and when she squeezed, Julie didn’t try to remove it.
“Now now, Julie, come on, give Cindy a chance to decide what’s about to happen.” Turning to Cindy he said, “I could just make you do whatever I want. See?” Jake nodded in the direction of Julie and Bree, and Cindy looked toward them. They were kissing deeply and running their hands all over each other.
Jake snapped his fingers, and they stopped; he noticed that Bree was reluctant to do so, so he let her neck with his wife, making sure Julie was in the mood to enjoy it. “But I don’t want to do that with you, Cindy. It’s your move. You can either take your friend and leave me and my wife alone, or you can have...,” Jake said, pausing to bring his hand down to the waistband of his underwear, which he shoved down to the floor in a quick motion. “... this.”
The three women were enraptured at the sight of his magically enhanced manhood. Cindy stood up and took a deep breath. On wobbly legs, she walked up to Jake, the most physically arousing man she’d ever seen, and then went past him. When he heard the door open, Jake was about to concede that her will was stronger than he had expected. But then he heard the faint sound of a heavy plastic Do Not Disturb door hanger being placed on the knob, and the door closed. On her way back to Jake, she stripped. Seconds later, she knelt in front of Jake, her ridiculously hot body and red hair making him glad that his wife’s sister decided to tag along on the vacation. He’d fantasized about her many times, and now he was going to cash in.
Cindy took his cock in her hand, and turned around to her sister. “I’m... I’m sorry Julie, it’s... I mean look... I... I have to, I need it....”
But Julie didn’t respond. Bree had by this time stripped naked and had pushed Julie down on the mattress; Julie was hurriedly taking off her own clothes while Bree kissed her. A few shifts later, they were in a 69, playing out a live porno scene as Jake imagined it, obeying every perverse, unspoken whim of his mind.
Seeing that Julie was otherwise occupied, Cindy took a deep breath and brought the head of Jake’s cock to her mouth. She licked it tentatively, not knowing how she’d wrap her mouth around such a large thing. When the flavor of his flesh hit her, she instinctively licked her lips and opened wide, carefully taking inch after inch of his manhood into her mouth. Somehow, she didn’t know how, she was able to effortlessly (and without gagging) slide him all the way in. It didn’t make sense, it had to be physically impossible, but she felt so excited that she’d deep throated his monster that she didn’t pay it any mind. One hand moved to her wet pussy, the other clawed down Jake’s chest.
A few minutes later, when Cindy used both hands to grab his ass and guide him into and out of her mouth with a steadily increasing rhythm, Jake laughed and said, “You know, I used to watch lesbian porn, hoping for a good 69 scene, while jacking off. I could get used to this!”
Julie and Bree paid them no mind; they were unconsciously acting out a sex scene that to them was spontaneous, filthy, and downright nasty, but too pleasurable to even think about stopping. They didn’t think twice when the idea to switch to other positions hit them simultaneously, nor did they question why they were able to use their tongues like sex toys on each others’ bodies. Instinctively, they thrust them deep within each other and tickled their deepest parts, where few cocks were long enough to go and with a finesse and control that no mere penis could hope to achieve.
Jake came in Cindy’s eager mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, and stood up, wanting—needing—more. She looked on the bed and saw the perverted scene playing out between her sister and best friend. “But how is that possible?” she whispered, noticing how they moved perfectly in sync, and how they came again and again but showed no signs of slowing down.
“That’s all me,” Jake said, sliding up behind her, his softening but not flaccid manhood resting teasingly against her. “Oh don’t worry, I’m going to jump in there and we are going to have a great time, especially Bree, who’s always wanted to make it with a girl and a guy before... oh, you didn’t know? Anyway, you, my dear, are still free to go. If you go, that’s OK. If you stay, though, you’re going to have some unforgettable sex.”
She moved to the side and slid her hand down to his cock. He winked at her, and it sprang to life, larger than before. As she began to stroke it, afraid of what would happen if she looked at it again, she asked, “Why do I want it so bad? Why do I just need to have this? I know you said I can go, but... but really, can I? I need this in me.”
Jake shrugged and said, “well, that’s what I was talking about. What you’re going through right now is what Kevin was up against. It’s what the waitress was up against. And since I now have the libido of a god, or something, I’m up against it whenever I see any chick as hot as you. So I guess the question is, can you walk out on the best afternoon of your life? You’ll at least have some self-respect. Don’t worry about me. I think my day will be fine with or without you.”
Cindy let go of Jake’s dick and she walked to the door. She was just about to leave, and in fact had opened the door, when finally she screamed “Dammit!” and ran past Jake and stood by the bed. As she disrobed, she said, “Just don’t make me... you know, fuck my sister. Or anything like that.”
“Lucky for you, I don’t happen to enjoy incest,” Jake said. He released Julie and Bree from the porn scene they’d been acting out, but their momentum ensured they kept on going, with Bree eventually focusing on Cindy once she climbed onto the bed. Julie, now not being screwed by her baby sister’s best friend, looked around and found Jake.
“I’m ready for you, honey,” she said, spreading her legs. She was surprised to see that her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat landing strip, something Jake had told her he preferred to the totally hairless look they saw in a porn they once watched together. “How... was that you?”
“Yeah, that was me. Look, Julie. Things are going to change a little from here on out. But no matter who I fuck, remember that one thing can’t change: I do truly love you, and I’ll always come home to you.”
“You mean I’m not enough to keep you satisfied?” she playfully asked, raising an eyebrow and playing with her clit. “Stop making me do that!” When her hand sped up, she started to cum, coyly saying “You perv!” when he made her pinch her nipples, which set off another climax.
“Honey, thanks to that hot piece of ass that we’re never going to see again, I have the libido of the world on my shoulders. I don’t think you’re up for all of that.”
“I... guess I see your point,” she said as he approached. She reached down and grabbed his dick and gave it a squeeze, then guided it toward her waiting pussy. “I don’t know how, but Bree slid her tongue way up in me... it was weird but so fucking hot....”
“I thought so,” Jake said, closing in on his wife.
“I’m ready for you... holy shit,” she said, realizing how much larger he was than she remembered. “How will this fit?”
“Don’t you worry,” Jake said as he entered his wife, making a few changes in her to ensure he was a perfect fit. The sensation of that first thrust made Julie cry out in rapture; she came so hard she saw stars. Bree moved to sit on Julie’s face, and Julie tongue-fucked the young woman until she came, screaming loudly and falling to her elbows, her pussy still on Julie’s mouth. Cindy moved so that Bree could eat her out, being careful not to touch her sister.
The tangle of bodies was too awkward for Jake to comfortably fuck his wife missionary-style, and as soon as he thought up of a setup where everyone could easily enjoy themselves, the women rearranged themselves accordingly, without a word or even a conscious mental command from him. He stood at the foot of the bed with his wive bent over, taking her from behind while she ate Bree’s pussy. Bree, on her back, snaked her supernaturally long tongue up into Cindy. The intensely pleasurable sensation initially made Cindy jump, and Bree’s tongue slipped out of her. Determined to expand her friend’s sexual horizons and finally get a piece of the hottest women she’d ever known, Bree grabbed Cindy by the tits and forced her crotch back onto her waiting mouth, and this time Cindy just went with it, not caring about the impossibility of it all.
After awhile, Jake switched things up again, this time deciding to let the girls figure out how best to fuck him while paying attention to each other. Julie gave her sister a turn at his cock and sat on his face as he licked her to climax after climax. She rode his face with as steady a rhythm as she could manage. Her back was to Cindy’s back, who was bouncing up and down on Jake’s cock with a speed and endurance that should have been impossible. She used her hands to finger Bree, who was straddling Jake’s legs and using her hands to grope Cindy’s tits.
And after that, they ordered room service. The cart contained lots of fluids, a little bit of alcohol, some light snacks, and Heather, the waitress from earlier that day. And when she saw what was going on, Jake gave her manager a call to make sure she wouldn’t be missed for the rest of the day. And then, things got downright freaky.
Three days later, Jake and Julie were joined at breakfast by Kevin and Cathy, who looked like they’d been through the ringer for the past few days. In fact, they had; Lilly had left them with an almost insatiable appetite for each other, although Jake surmised there was nothing supernatural about it. He realized that making any permanent changes (other than physical changes, like Bree’s and Cindy’s new tongues) was something beyond his grasp; he’d have to make sure the ladies he took would have a good enough time to never want to cause him trouble.
“Well,” Kevin said, slightly hoarse, “I’m just going to put this out there before Cindy and what’s-her-face join us so we can all go and catch our flight.”
“Bree,” Jake said.
“Whoever,” Kevin added. “Anyway... just so you two know, everything between Cathy and I is OK. It turns out that lady....” He ran out of words and looked to his wife.
Cathy took over. “She picked me and my husband for a three-way, and we agreed. He started early, that’s all, but it’s cool. And we’d like it if you never, ever bring this up again. We won’t, that’s for sure.”
“Mmmmm,” Julie moaned. “I see. What happens in Vegas stays in—”
“Shhhh!” Kevin hissed. “That’s trademarked! You wanna get sued?”
There was a soft bonk from under the table. Kevin and Cathy looked down, suddenly aware that they were at a table big enough for several more people than the six in their party. They looked up at Jake and Julie. Julie was apparently wrestling with something under the table; both of her hands were under the table and it looked like she was trying to hold something that was moving. Jake’s hands were also under the table, his arms moving up and down slightly. Just before Cathy could ask what was happening, Jake and Julie grunted quietly, shuddered a bit, and let out a sigh of relief.
“So, we’re not going to talk about this vacation again?” Julie asked, wiping sweat from her forehead with a napkin.
“Uh... uhm, right, yeah, never again,” Cathy said, looking at her husband to see if he knew what was going on.
Bree and Cindy then popped up from underneath the table.
Kevin chuckled. “Starting NOW,” he said, and they laughed. A few minutes later, their driver arrived, and they headed back to the airport, where eventually they would board a plane bound for Peoria.
Later that evening, on the plane, a flight attendant rode Jake reverse-cowgirl style. Jake thought about it and decided that he’d never to take Kevin’s wife, since they’d been good friends since childhood. But for the rest of the women of the Earth...
“They’re all game,” Jake said as he came deep inside the slender black woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to a famous R&B singer from Barbados whose name he couldn’t remember.
“Miss, please clean that up before you put it away,” Julie told the flight attendant, who scurried off to get a washcloth. “You’re lucky I love you,” Julie said. The flight attendant came back and cleaned up her husband’s cock before carefully zipping up his pants and leaving again.
Julie then said, quietly, “When we get back, do you think we can invite Bill and Zoe over? Or... just Zoe? Yeah... oh, hey, I just had an idea....”
Jake smiled, having just “convinced” her to join the mile high club with him. Filling his wife with a terrible amount of lust, he reclined back the full 2 centimeters allowed by the plane’s seat, and let his wife free his cock, which was hard again. As she mounted him, he thought about all the fun he was going to have once he got back home. And, once he got to work. And, when he went out clubbing, which he’d never considered doing before. She bounced up and down on him, getting herself off loudly and often, and he decided they were done only moments before the seat belt light was turned back on.
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