Wet Hot Eroshire Summer Pt. 02

(Or Rachel Gives Bryce a Weekend Workout)

[Author's Notes: First of all, this is a direct sequel to an earlier work. I'll let you guess which one. Secondly this story continues my flagrant disregard to biology: the sex is stupidly over-the-top. Possibly even more so than the first part. If that annoys you, I recommend any of the other talented authors on this site. If you think my own talents are being wasted on this series, then I thank you for the compliment but I enjoy what I do, and I intend to keep doing it.

As for the kinks? This story involves a cheating girlfriend, muscle mummies, and fucking werewolves. The hijinks will probably be someone's fetish. Everything is.]

"I can help," Rachel Day said. Arms folded, she watched as the guys struggled pulling the wheel off. Ethan Ford and Charlie Campbell were both grunting with effort as they hefted the wheel, with its flat tyre, over to the grassy bank of the A69. "If you really need me too, I mean... I can-"

"No babe, that's fine!" Charlie interrupted, holding up a hand to her. Sweat was dripping down his chubby face, and his pale complexion was turning a deep shade of red. Not a particularly tall man, Charlie was also brilliant ginger, and his skin covered in freckles. While not fat by any stretch of the word, he nonetheless had put on a bit of weight over the holidays, and the next two weeks were probably not going to help. "No need! Ethan and I have successfully done the man's task! We are men!"

"Yay..." Ethan said weakly, holding his fist up in a half-hearted manner. He collapsed on the bank beside the wheel. "Where the fuck's Bryce?"

"Coming up with the spare," Mackenzie Frost said. A strange lopsided smile was on her face, beneath two eyes glowing amber. Her right arm was stretched out towards the car, which leaned on two wheels in odd defiance of gravity. The shortest of the four of them, Mac had an hourglass figure that amplified her large tits and wide hips.

A stark contrast to Rachel's tall and lithe build, although the black woman had a fairly decent rack herself. What was currently adding a considerable amount to Rachel's height was the big afro she sported, adding a good few inches to her. Even though she was standing by the roadside, having frustratingly watched all the menfolk make a big deal about something that would have taken her five minutes, Rachel was still taller than her boyfriend Charlie, who was standing on the grassy bank a few inches above the road.

That didn't bother Charlie: the man was insanely confident in himself, and Rachel loved that her man had a roadmap for his life that would see him in Parliament. Charlie was gunning for the top, and had sunk his claws into the lowest circles of the British Social Democratic Party already, thanks to a lot of them being alumni of Princeton Academy of Arts & Sciences, the prestigious body of higher education that almost all of the young men and women surrounding the (currently) three-wheeled car attended.

All except one: the man now rolling a spare wheel down the side of the road towards them. Bryce Hunter attended the University of Eroshire, and would be starting his second year in a month or so, when they had all finished their summer holidays. Charlie, Ethan, and their friend Junji Gao had known Bryce for ages; a relic of a time before Princeton. Rachel had been introduced to the man when she and Charlie had started going out, and had immediately cursed the gods that she hadn't encountered Bryce before Charlie.

Because Bryce Hunter was the fucking HGOAT (Hottest Guy Of All Time).

He was a six-foot-plus built stud with a jawline strong enough to crush diamonds and piercing blue eyes that made a woman moist just by connection. A fan of the gym and sports had given Bryce a muscular and bulky figure that was a contrast to the nerdy bodies of his friends, and somehow, despite hailing from the land of mountains, sheep, and castle that mere mortals called Wales, Bryce tanned surprisingly easily. This summer had given him a light brown colouration to his skin that blended nicely with his brown hair.

It wasn't just his looks, however: Bryce just had this aura about him. The kind that spoke to a girl, spoke to her on a filthy, primordial level. Deep enough that any well-respected woman would refute such a level even existed, but it was there. Down in the darkest depths of her lizard brain, and Brye spoke to it like he'd been born and molded there. Rachel, an expert in the dark, primordial depths of the human mind, heard it like a distant ringing bell. Forever at the back of her mind, even when she acted like the devoted girlfriend of her ambitious Charlie.

Oh, she had been angry for a year now that she'd encountered Charlie first, for if it had been reversed, and she had been introduced to Bryce first... well...

It would have been primal indeed.

However, she knew better than to try and sneak around behind her boyfriend's back. There wasn't much that could fly past Charlie - the man was frighteningly perceptive - and Rachel also disliked betraying those she loved in principle. Call it a character flaw.

Yet she couldn't help but imagine wrapping herself around that hunk. Especially after that night that she witnessed her best friend Mackenzie fucking Bryce outside the holiday home they had all stayed at almost a week ago now. As Bryce walked closer to them all, rolling the spare tire along the roadside, Rachel could still see in her vivid mind's eye her friend passionately riding a man who wasn't Mac's boyfriend, Ethan. A man who was Ethan's best friend. A man who should have known better than to put hoes before bros.

Yes: Mac was a fucking hoe for fucking Bryce, but not because she had cheated on Ethan, a man that both women thought was a fine example of positive masculinity, but because Rachel wanted to fuck Bryce first!

God damn that skanky ass sex magic powered bitch!

"Look... in my defence I didn't expect it to gain so much inertia," Ethan said to his best friend.

Giving Ethan a bemused look, Bryce rolled the tire to a rest beside the car; still balanced on two wheels courtesy of Mac's frightening talents. A week earlier Rachel's friend had somehow mastered the rarest of talents a budding eromancer could possess: the ability to command their reality-defying power on a whim. Ordinarily eromancers required extreme physical reactions to harness their gift, and the most common of such reactions was the humble (hah!) orgasm (hence the name, for although other sources were possible, they were far less common and often far more dangerous).

For a brief window after climaxing, while their mind was in a pleasurable haze, an eromancer could inflict their will on the universe: moving objects, setting them afire or even healing torn flesh and broken bones. There were a myriad ways in which an eromancer could disregard the laws of reality, limited only by those who displayed their disregard.

Being a young student of the arts, Mac was frightening but doing little more than moving stuff and lifting heavy objects at the moment, thank God. Rachel reckoned it would be a long time before her school friend could do the sort of shit heard about in legends. Like setting whole armies on fire. Thankfully.

"No worries, it's heavier than it looks," Bryce said to Ethan as he rolled the tire in front of the axel. "How are you holding up there, Mac?"

"I could do this all day," she replied. Rachel used to love that self-confident smile of Mac's, but since their joint trip into Muphen Forest last weekend she'd (Rachel) come to find it irritatingly smug. Right now she would like nothing more than to slap her friend silly, but for what exactly Rachel wasn't sure. Probably had something to do with the hot piece of ass now attaching the spare tire to the car, so they could continue the journey they'd all started this morning.

A journey along the coast to Cunny-by-the-Sea, for a weekend stay at the gorgeous (and expensive) Villa Della Figa. It was a good thing that Charlie's family owned the building, for Rachel had no idea how much her boyfriend would have otherwise had to have paid for them all to stay there; more than she would make in a year with her modelling career. That was paying the bills at Princeton (needing a little help from mummy and daddy occasionally), but Rachel was sure her boyfriend's rich parents would happily fork over enough for their son and his friends to chill on the beachfront for three days.

Having looked forward to these three weekend getaways with her friend, Rachel was annoyed about how the first weekend had ended with the shocking revelation that her best friend was cheating on her partner with Ethan's own best friend! She was sure they'd hooked up at the Muphen Forest retreat, and knowing it was likely they'd started their affair within those wooden walls soured the whole thing for Rachel, who had up to that point thoroughly enjoyed herself.

But it wasn't that her best friend was betraying Ethan's trust that annoyed Rachel, as much as she felt she ought to be annoyed by that, but the fact that Mac had done what the two women had cheekily whispered to each other about for ages, ever since they had first met Bryce Hunter.

Though it was one thing to have fantasies - every woman had fantasies - but to act on them?

"There we go!" Bryce said, standing up. Turning to Mac, he added "let her down. Gently, mind."

"REALLY gentle!" Charlie said. Rachel couldn't help but smile at her boyfriend's wide-eyed expression: he was genuinely worried about his car, and she knew that Charlie only loved two things more than his car in life: power, and herself.

"Relax," Mac said, giving Rachel's boyfriend a smarmy grin. Her eyes glittered gold as the car was gently lowered to all four wheels. The five of them observed the new wheel as it made contact with the road. For a brief moment they held her breaths - the wheel visibly took the weight of the car - then released when it all seemed fine. "There! See? Bryce can change a wheel."

Spinning the tool he had used to tighten the bolts between his fingers, Bryce looked pleased with himself as they all gathered around the car. "Mission accomplished. Masculinity preserved," he said, opening a car door for Mac and Ethan. The couple had spent the journey so far with Mac sitting on Ethan's lap, as, due to a lack of boot space, Charlie had wedged one of the large suitcases on the middle passenger seat. With Zhu Cheng and her boyfriend Junji making their own way to Cunny-by-the-Sea, the remaining five decided to cram inside Charlie's otherwise roomy Mercedes to venture down the coast.

"Hey, babe?" Mac said, gently touching her boyfriend's shoulder. "You look pooped. How about I ride on Bryce's lap for the remainder of the trip? Give you a chance to take a nap before we get there."

That comment caused Rachel to frown in suspicion. Sure, Mac had been spending the ride so far perched on her boyfriend's lap, without anything naughty going on, but Rachel's sex-dar was warning her that Mac was up to something, despite the seemingly innocent smile on the shorter woman's round face. Pausing at the door to the front passenger seat, Rachel eyed Mac while the other woman looked intently at Ethan, as the man considered the offer.

"I don't think Bryce would enjoy you sitting on his lap," Ethan said.

Placing her hands on her hips, Mac gave Ethan a sly smile. "Are you calling me fat?"

"What?!? No! Not at all-"

"It's fine, mate," Bryce said, defusing Ethan's panic with his Welsh accent. "I don't mind taking her weight for a bit while you rest easy. You look tired as fuck."

"Yeah... guess I do feel a little tired," Ethan said, while Mac gave Bryce an evil look.

To everyone else around the car it probably seemed like she was annoyed by Bryce's comment about her weight - Mac wasn't a large girl, but she was certainly more voluptuous than either Rachel (curvy) or Zhu (lean and fit) - but to Rachel's trained eye, and knowing her friend quite well, in addition to being armed with the shocking revelation of last weekend, it looked like an act. Rachel was quite sure Mac had some hot and sordid act planned, and a part of her was intrigued as to what the other woman was going to do with not only Charlie and Rachel herself in the front seats, but with Ethan on the other side of a large suitcase!

"Thanks, Bryce!" Ethan said to his friend, and Rachel held back a sigh at how clueless the poor lad was.

They all got back into the car - Charlie in the driver's seat, with Rachel beside him, while Bryce and Ethan sat on the rear passenger seats - and Mac dropped herself a little more roughly than she could have onto a guy's lap that didn't belong to her loving boyfriend, causing Bryce to release a grunt of astonishment. "Hey, be careful there!" He said.

"Yeah, don't crush the goods," Ethan said, more casually than a man should perhaps do when passing on a warning to his girlfriend regarding her treatment of another man's dick. "Otherwise there's gonna be a lot of girls at UoE who will be very disappointed for the next academic year. What was that seven-foot girl you fucked last year?"

"Don't ask me: I'm terrible with names," Bryce said, splitting his attention between Ethan and Mac, who was making a show out of adjusting her posture, apparently unable to get comfortable, but Rachel eyed her friend carefully; it was obvious to her Mac was trying to excite Bryce, and Ethan was apparently blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's true intentions. "She was like... six-eight or something, anyway..."

"Close enough," Ethan muttered. He settled into his seat as Charlie started the engine. "You've had them all the last year: giants, mermaids, vampires, every creed and ethnicity under the sun. Didn't you fuck that hippy activist daughter of the chief of police?"

"Jennifer?" Bryce said. "Yeah. On her dad's desk at the home of Eroshire's finest."

"Why were you there?" Rachel asked, twisting around to look at him between her seat and Charlie's.

"Got arrested," Bryce said. "Public indecency."

"You got caught fucking in public?" Rachel said, smirking. "That's very amateur of you, Bryce."

"Occasionally even the King slips up," Ethan answered for his friend before Bryce could. "So be careful of the goods, Mac. We wouldn't want to ruin Bryce's plans to make even more memorable stories with all the students."

"I will be very considerate of the goods," Mac said, perhaps a little too keenly. That smirk on her face was a dead giveaway, but for her good fortune (and Rachel's growing irritation) Ethan had chosen that moment to turn away and settle into his seat, eyes closed. Mac did notice Rachel's look in the mirror, and she gave her friend a sweet smile.

Bryce, to his credit, looked a little embarrassed by the whole affair, but Rachel could see the reddening of his cheeks, and was quite sure the man was growing a major hard on beneath his jeans; Mac's round arse was making very subtle circular motions. Rachel covertly watched her friend through the rear view mirror as Mac looked out the window and tried to seem disinterested, when her lower body made slow gyrations.

Fine. Let her grind against Bryce for the journey back. It wasn't like Mac was brazen enough to-

It was very subtle - barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the engine, the passing traffic, and a whole lot of other noise on the road - but Rachel had incredible hearing: the sound of a zip being pulled on the back seat turned her attention back to the mirror. Mac seemed to be leaning forward. Still looking out of the window. Her skirt covered all of Bryce's lap.

Wait... where was her right hand?

Rachel witnessed Mac lift her hand up from beneath her skirt, and at the same time the woman sat up on Bryce a little straighter than she had been. His expression seemed nonplussed, but Rachel caught a flash of alarm passing through his eyes.

She hadn't... had she?

Still watching her friend through the rear view mirror, Rachel tried to keep her face neutral as Mac began to slowly - ever so slowly - rise up and down. It was so subtle at first that if Rachel hadn't been suspicious of her friend from the moment they had all got back into the car it was doubtful she would have noticed; a testament to Mac's skills here, Rachel admitted to herself. Still, from the way her friend was gently moving herself up and down on Bryce's lap, coupled with the sound of someone's jean zipper being undone, it was obvious what the horny little minx was currently doing.

Mac was riding Bryce's cock on the backseat. Right next to her boyfriend!

As if to illustrate the absurdity of the moment, Ethan chose right then to let out a loud snore.

"Someone's had a hard life," Charlie muttered.

Looking at her boyfriend, Rachel realised that Charlie had been too focused on the road conditions to see what was currently unfolding directly behind him. He also had a different angle in the rear view mirror, an unfortunate turn of events considering he was glancing at it every minute or so to check what was going on behind the car.

"Very hard," Mac said, and Rachel was certain her friend wasn't talking about her (Mac's) boyfriend's life at Princeton. "So very... very... hard."

All right, don't fucking rub it in, Rachel thought to herself. By now Mac was moving a little more faster, an intense expression on her face; Rachel wondered if her friend was going to cum so easily. It was probably the sordid nature of the whole set-up that was turning Mac on so much, and Rachel had to admit to herself that if their positions were swapped, and it was Rachel Day sitting on Bryce Hunter's lap with his massive dick embedded inside her, all the while Rachel's boyfriend drove the car completely oblivious?

Oh that was a turn-on...

It was shameful to admit, even to herself, but Rachel had fantasised about cheating on Charlie for a while now, and it was fucking galling to her that Mac had beaten her to the punch. To be fair Rachel wasn't sure if she would ever have actually acted on her sordid fantasy of cheating on her loving boyfriend with a guy who was (allegedly) so much bigger and thicker downstairs than Charlie (a respectable 6"). She was unsure if she would have ever actually cheated, but witnessing Mac fuck Bryce for an age under the stars outside the lodge they had all rented last weekend had set a determination in Rachel. She wasn't going to let Mac have all the fun.

Somehow, this weekend, Rachel Day was going to have sex with Bryce Hunter.

The exact mechanics were still uncertain: she wasn't sure how she was going to get Bryce alone, or Charlie occupied long enough for Rachel to be able to slip away and have a decent amount of sex with Bryce. All of this was still to be worked out on-the-fly, so to speak: all Rachel knew was that it was going to be sometime this weekend, with them all staying at the nice beachfront property Charlie's family owned at Cunny.

As she watched Mac try and covertly bounce on Bryce's dick through the rear view mirror, Rachel's mind conjured an image of herself sitting on Bryce's lap, with the Welsh hunk's cock embedded deep inside her black pussy. Stretching her insides wider than Charlie ever could. Oh, she loved her boyfriend dearly, but Rachel wanted to get right and proper fucked by a hung stud, like the ones she used to ride back in the day before she met her wonderfully ambitious boyfriend. Rachel was going to ride Charlie's dream all the way to the top - don't you doubt it! - but she also missed a little hot action on the side. She wanted to cum like she used to: mind-shattering orgasms that caused her to lose sight of the world, and halt her senses until it passed like the wake of an ocean liner.

In the rear view mirror Mac's eyes briefly opened, having closed shut when it looked like the pleasure was getting too much; she found Rachel's eyes reflected in the mirror and the two women locked gazes. For one brief moment it looked like Mac was going to stop, perhaps out of shame, or perhaps because she couldn't continue with Rachel watching, but then the woman widened her pale grey eyes and actually... winked.

The fucking audacity!

At least Bryce had the good grace to look embarrassed: the poor man had realised Mac and he had Rachel as a solo audience - Charlie was still focused on the road, and as natural preferred not to talk while driving - and Ethan was snoring quite loudly; louder than the roar of the lorries as Charlie passed by their bulk. He (Bryce) looked at Rachel with the expression of a man who desperately wanted what was happening to stay between the three of them.

Fine. It would be best to court Bryce, if Rachel wanted to get in his trousers. She winked at him, and Bryce looked both confused and a little aroused, although the latter was probably because Mac still bounced onto his cock with her wide arse and cheating pussy. With the two cheaters now fully aware that Rachel knew, a silent agreement was made: they continued to fuck on the backseat, and Rachel quietly watched the whole affair through the rear view mirror, while occasionally making sure Charlie remained oblivious. Let Mac be on the alert for whenever Ethan regains consciousness.

Credit to Bryce's stamina: Charlie was pulling off the A69 onto the slip road that led down the cliffs to the picturesque town of Cunny-by-the-Sea when Rachel heard Bryce let out a subtle gasp, and Mac's eyes were widened with pleasure. Rachel wondered how much cum the Welsh stud was pumping into her friend, just as Charlie slowed the car down to travel through the streets of Cunny.

"Almost there!" He announced loudly, causing all three (Rachel, Mac, and Bryce) to jump in shock, having been so quiet - concentrating on his driving - that they had almost forgotten he could talk. "Someone wake Ethan up!"

Smiling at the panic unfolding on the back seat between her friend and the guy she had been riding while her boyfriend slept, Rachel watched Mac and Bryce exchange glances before she carefully leaned forward, while her hands slipped beneath her skirt; Bryce joined her there, and they quickly adjusted something in secret, all the while Charlie concentrated on navigating Cunny-by-the-Sea's notoriously finicky junctions and roundabouts, and Ethan continued to snore.

When Mac's hands reappeared Rachel noted they seem to glisten with fluids, which she quickly wiped on Bryce's jeans: Rachel bit back a laugh at his expression. His own hands were likewise covered in fluids, and he wiped them on the back of Mac's top, to which she turned her head round to glare at him.

Bryce shrugged, and Rachel agreed with the expression he gave Mac: turnabout was indeed fair play.

"Wake up, babe!" Mac said, leaning over to gently slap Ethan on the shoulder with a hand that had, just a moment ago, been pulling Ethan's best friend's cock out of her (probably soaking wet) pussy. "We're here!"

Much to Rachel's annoyance Ethan awoke immediately, and didn't seem groggy as he looked out through the window at the pristine Victorian houses as Charlie drove through Cunny's old town. "Nice!" He said, as he sat up straight on his chair. Looking out of the window at the passing examples of ancient UK housing, Ethan was completely oblivious to his girlfriend's flushed face (the redness rapidly receding as Mac came down from her orgasmic high).

For one brief horrible moment Rachel contemplated telling Ethan, but she quickly dismissed it, and felt a little shame about betraying her friend in the first place. What Ethan didn't know wouldn't hurt him, after all.

Just like with Charlie: how Rachel was going to keep her boyfriend oblivious to her own efforts to get into Bryce's trousers was going to be a problem. Charlie was not Ethan. Her own boyfriend was observant when he wanted to be (even when driving he saw everything on the road, if not inside his own vehicle). If Rachel so much as slipped up once Charlie would be onto her like a rash on some foolhardy hiker who took a piss on the wrong patch of forest.

She would need to be smart. Rachel knew she could be smart. So long as she didn't let her pussy do all the thinking.

From what little she knew of Cunny-by-the-Sea, Rachel guessed that the house that Charlie and his family owned by the beachfront was in the old town: the original Cunny before the rapid expansion the town saw in the sixties, when the baby boomers were taken en masse by their parents to the seaside, and demand for new places to live in Cunny saw successive urban layers added around the small patch of old houses until it was almost swallowed by new builds of various types all the way along the coast and up the steep cliffs. The newest builds - actually built into the white cliffs themselves - were expensive as fuck, but after staying at one of them after a party one night, Rachel could see why they went for the price they did. The view from the windows (especially for a girl relaxing after some good sex with a hot investment banker twice her age) was incredible.

The place Charlie's family owned was in the old town, nearer the coast than the newer stuff that the other rich clientele seemed to prefer. As he pulled up outside a tall and narrow building attached to a whole row of tall and narrow buildings, Rachel raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend when Charlie turned to smile over at her.

"It's a hell of a lot nicer on the inside," he said. "Trust me."

"I think the outside is quite nice," Ethan commented as he opened the door.

Following her friends as they all exited the car (Bryce subtly adjusting his jeans, which Rachel caught with a smirk), Rachel looked at the quaint home they would be staying at for this weekend - the second of three weekend ventures they had all planned for the summer holidays - and had to admit: Ethan wasn't wrong.

Although small and quite narrow from the outside, the house seemed to be one of those old Victorian era buildings which probably went back quite some distance, creating large rooms with high ceilings. Plenty of space for the eight of them (Bryce had claimed to have found a last-minute replacement for who had bailed on him for the last weekend, and had told everyone she'd be meeting them in Cunny). The windows of the house (and the others on this seaside-facing row) were tall and modern, with a row of balconies for each of the three floors above the ground level floor. Rachel smiled at the seashell patterns carved into the bricks, and the metal balcony railings seemed to be wielded in the shape of waves.

All in all: quaint.

"Hey guys!"

"Zhu!" Rachel called out to her friend, as the tall brunette hopped down the steps to the front gate. Junji, her boyfriend, followed in tow. Both were Chinese, although they had lived long enough in the UK to speak English like a native (in other words, very poorly).

The woman following in their wake was a complete stranger to Rachel, who was certain she would recall a girl of average height with wide hips, a sculpted stomach, large tits, and two huge antlers sprouting from a messy head of auburn hair from which small heart-shaped vines were sprouting. The stranger wore a shirt and short jeans that showed off a lot of skin on her arms, legs, and stomach, as well as showing off a lot of cleavage. Rachel couldn't help but note the slight green tinge to the woman's pale skin.

"Frankie!" Bryce suddenly called out, and passed a confused Rachel to greet the woman with a kiss. "Glad you could make it!"

"Well, when you called me at two in the morning the other day asking me to drop everything and come to Cunny for a weekend venture with you and all your friends that I've never met, how could I say no? Happy to have an excuse to blow off work for a few days," the dryad said.

"So you've met Junji and Zhu?" Bryce said, gesturing at the two, who had moved down to greet Ethan, his girlfriend, and Charlie.

"Yeah, been swapping stories about you," Frankie said, grinning.

Bryce made a face at Rachel as she approached; a 'oh God, what have they been talking about?' expression that made Rachel grin. "This is Rachel," Bryce said, gesturing at her. "The ginger here is her boyfriend, the next great Prime Minister, Charlie." Charlie shook Frankie's hand, grinning at Bryce's comment. It wasn't untrue in the slightest: Charlie made no secret about his political ambitions, which Rachel loved about him and was, if she was honest to herself, one of the biggest reasons she was in a relationship with him. "This is Ethan, and his lovely girlfriend Mackenzie!"

'Lovely'? Rachel had a hard time holding back a smirk at that comment.

"And how do you know Bryce?" Rachel asked Frankie brazenly.

"He took my virginity on a camping trip a few years back," Frankie said. "In revenge I've conned him into helping me and my friends out with some protests around the county." Charlie must have made a face, for Frankie then looked at him and smiled. "I know, being an environmental activist and a dryad. I'm ticking a few stereotypes, I'm aware."

"You're not glammed up?" Rachel said.

"No," Frankie said, a little too firmly for Rachel's liking. "I'm proud of what I look like. If people want me to look 'normal' that's their problem, not mine."

Her reply struck a chord with Rachel, who took an immediate liking to the stranger. Rachel glanced over at Charlie to see him looking thoughtful, and his eyes caught hers: they shared a knowing look, and Rachel made a note to address it sometime later today, if possible. Despite having an unplanned breakdown there was still plenty of daylight left with which to enjoy the beach.

"For the record: I like the way you look," Bryce said. He gently tousled some of the small vines that loosely fell between Frankie's auburn hair. "Especially the small garden up here."

"Hey! You're one to talk, you hairy ape!"

"Now that's being prejudiced against the Welsh," Charlie said as he passed them. "They grow the hair so as not to spook the sheep when they want to get laid."

"Fuck you, mate," Bryce laughed. "You're just jealous about this glorious natural display," he said, pulling his t-shirt up to reveal an incredibly muscular chest with a fair amount of brown hair covering between his pecs. Frankie stroked it with exaggerated awe.

"Put that fucking thing away!" Ethan laughed as he walked past with Mac, who, Rachel noticed, was eying Bryce's chest with a slight smile of one who was probably very familiar with every contour of those abs. Not for the first time since last weekend Rachel was struck by angry jealousy towards her friend: how dare Mac run her fingers along that fantastic chest? Rachel wanted to be the one to curl Bryce's chest hair between her long brown fingers, while she bucked her hips up and down on his mammoth cock!

Dropping his t-shirt, Bryce smiled at his friend, before turning to follow Ethan and Mac, with Rachel, Zhu and Junji, and Charlie following. As she walked up the path towards the house, Rachel caught a brief look between Frankie and Mac behind the backs of their male partners. The dryad winked at the eromancer.

Then it hit Rachel: Frankie wasn't here to be Bryce's date for the weekend. She was here to be his alibi!

Fucking genius. No one would question the loud noises of sex coming from Bryce's room if they all knew he'd invited a girl over for the weekend. No one would question if he bailed out on anything Charlie, Ethan, and Junji had planned: they'd just assume he'd be back here having sex with Frankie, and if Mac also were to stay in the house, claiming a headache or some shit? Well it can't be her having sex with Bryce, because he was with Frankie, and Mac was Ethan's girl.

It was a smooth plan. There was just one problem.

This weekend was Rachel's turn to fuck Bryce.

*****

How she'd accomplish such a momentous and morally bankrupt task Rachel wasn't sure, and the arrival of a certain Frankie Clyde, as she introduced herself to them all in the garden of the house, was making an already difficult task even more tricky. Still, Rachel mused while she listened to her boyfriend talk about his experiences with the druids up north a few years ago, as a part of some heritage thing his family went on, it wasn't an impossible task: after all, Mac had accomplished it a week ago. If Little Miss prodigy there, sipping her gin and tonic while trying not to sneak a peek at Bryce, who had already changed into his gear for the beach (and those swimming trunks were far too tight to disguise that he was packing!), had done a miraculous deed in convincing Bryce Hunter to betray the trust of his best friend Ethan, then Rachel could persuade him to betray Charlie.

After all, she would be betraying her boyfriend as well. Might as well spread the moral degradation while they both had incredible sex! All in secret, of course. What Charlie didn't know would never hurt him.

The garden was small, and surrounded on two sides by high stone walls and at the rear by the foot of the cliff: the white stone surface rising up almost perpendicular to the soft grass they were all standing upon. A small rockery had been built in one corner, with three fish pools in a stepped configuration, with a pump channelling water down through each one in turn, before being drawn back up to the top. Small red fishes swam beneath the surface; rising to the nibble on the pieces of bread Zhu was dropping, much to the amusement of Ethan and Junji. While the sun was out, the height of the buildings and the cliff behind saw most of the garden dimmed by shade, although no one seemed to mind: they would get some sun later.

No rush to get to the beach: everyone seemed happy to take a moment to chill, have a drink, and question Bryce's plus one for the weekend.

To her credit Frankie took the attention in her stride, and she smiled at each of them in turn as they asked about both her and her relationship with Bryce, who had the good grace to look embarrassed when Frankie revealed where he had taken her virginity.

"In an ice cream truck?!?" Ethan laughed. "Did you...?"

"Play with the cream?" Frankie finished for him with a smirk. "Oh yeah... we did."

"They don't need to hear the details," Bryce said, looking oddly bashful. Rachel loved how contradictory he could be at times: he was proud of seducing and fucking so many women, but also seemed to treat some encounters as intimate, with the details known only to him and the lucky lady. It was oddly sweet.

'On my tits' Frankie mouthed to Ethan, who grew a deep shade of red. Charlie laughed loudly. Rachel saw Zhu bite her tongue (which must have been painful, considering the tall Chinese woman's sharp incisors), with a hungry look in her green eyes. Mac wisely hid her expression behind her large glass of gin and tonic, while Bryce sighed and tried to look nonplussed about it all. All the while Frankie kept looking sly over at Mac, which further confirmed Rachel's theory about why the redhead with the big antlers was here.

Those antlers came up in conversation when the group finally moved out of the house and made a path to the beach. It was a short walk - just over the road where Charlie had parked and down the steps - and soon Rachel had sand between her bare feet and the sandals.

"So have you like... held onto those things when you've..." Ethan asked Bryce, with Frankie talking to Zhu and Mac ahead of the boys. Mac's boyfriend mimed thrusting while holding onto something imaginary in the space in front of him. Rachel sighed, and Ethan turned a deep shade of red.

Bryce laughed and shook his head. "God no," he said. "Those things are lighter and more fragile than they look. They're only held on by a thin strip of flesh. She sheds them in winter, like a deer. The way we fuck, I would probably tear the fuckers off."

"Don't do that!" Frankie called back.

"Jesus, she has good hearing," Bryce muttered.

"Such a shame," Charlie commented beside them. "So, the hair?"

Bryce nodded, smirking.

Despite loving it when Charlie pulled on her own hair when fucking her from behind, Rachel felt that she needed to roll her eyes at the sex talk between the men. It lacked the class of sex talk between women. She smiled, though, when the guys started talking about their favourite positions, with Ethan confessing a love for folding Mac up like a pretzel and hammering away from above, which created quite the amusing image in Rachel's fertile imagination. The thought of her haughty little friend being fucked silly with her legs all up against those large tits of hers still had Rachel smiling when the eight of them settled down in a prime spot on the beach a reasonable distance away from all the families with screaming young children.

"Ethan, babe," Mac said, sitting beside him and holding up a bottle of sun lotion. "Could you?"

As her friend turned over onto her voluminous chest and unhooked her bikini top for Ethan to slather an extreme amount of lotion all over Mac's freckled skin, Rachel looked over at Charlie and raised an eyebrow while smirking.

"Well take your top off then, and I'll rub it into your tits," Charlie said with a sly grin, which only grew as Rachel playfully slapped him on the warm. As she did so, she couldn't help but glance over at Bryce, and a bemused look crept across her face when she noticed him very obviously trying not to glance at Mac's bare back as Ethan rubbed lotion into his girlfriend's skin.

Frankie leaned over to Bryce and whispered something in his ear, to which he shook his head, whispering back to her. When they both glanced at Mac, Rachel was certain that Bryce was going to let her hot-headed little friend take charge of when they (Bryce and Mac) were going to sneak off and have sex.

Wondering that herself, Rachel lay back on her towel and enjoyed soaking in the rare UK sun, while also keeping an eye on her friend (the shorter one with freckles and freaky mind powers) while her other friend (the one that needed a half-pint of A- to get through the day) chatted with her own boyfriend. Charlie laid down on the towel beside her and traced patterns on her stomach with a finger.

"Stop drawing the Nazca lines on my tummy," Rachel told him, smiling, recognising the patterns Charlie was drawing on her flawless dark brown skin. Unlike Zhu's, her stomach didn't have a defined set of abs, a fact Rachel was disappointed in, for if she dropped her glam and showed off her real stomach...

Her eyes found Frankie, and she realised the redhead woman was effortlessly ignoring the stares she drew from the children playing nearby; instead the woman was chatting away to Bryce, while occasionally giving Mac a glance. Perhaps wondering also when Ethan's girlfriend was going to make her next cheating move.

"Hey, babe?" Rachel asked Charlie, while she still regarded the redhead and her impressive rack (the ones growing out of her head, although Frankie did have a nice set of tits.) "Do you think Frankie's right about not glamming up?"

"I think it's a brave choice," Charlie said. "People should be proud of what they look like."

Realising they were treading old ground, and knowing that her parent's words still have too harsh a grip on her, Rachel sighed and let the topic end there. She could sense Charlie's disappointment, but she didn't want to defend herself on this matter like she normally would. Perhaps because...

... where was Mac?

"Hey, Ethan?" Rachel said to the man casually leaning back on a towel that had sported two people. "Did Mac learn how to fly?"

"What? No!" He laughed. "She needed to take a piss." He pointed down the beach towards a large group of buildings built against the concrete tidewall. One of which was on wooden supports, with a pitched roof and a great view of the beach. From past experience Rachel knew that the old coast guard outpost had not been used in years - the guard had a new post on the pier where their boats were moored - and the building was largely left unused these days, with the public toilets just beside it seeing much more traffic. It would be a perfect opportunity to slip away for a little... sexy times.

Sure enough Bryce and Frankie were slipping away. None of the others made any comments when the two stood up, hand-in-hand and laughing at each other like comfortable lovers, and made their way down the beach towards what anyone with an innocent mind might assume to be the public toilets.

Hmmm... Rachel mused to herself as she watched Bryce and Frankie walk away with their hands joined.

Very suspicious...

Looking at Ethan, the poor lad was engrossed in conversation with Junji about the latest mechs released from Japan. Boys with their war toys, indeed. Once again Rachel felt a pang of guilt about not blowing the whole cheating affair wide open for Ethan, but despite her friend's morally bankrupt actions Mac still was Rachel's friend first and foremost, and Rachel wasn't going to sabotage her friendship with Mac over a boy (or two). Besides... what Ethan didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

There was also the burning need Rachel felt to experience what Mac was having. If she was going to jump on the cheating bandwagon and fuck Bryce there was an even bigger reason to make sure Ethan continued to be blissfully unaware of what Bryce was getting up to: what Ethan didn't know Charlie wouldn't know.

"Hey, babe?" Rachel said to her boyfriend. Charlie looked over at her, having been listening to Ethan and Junji's conversation, and raised his eyebrows in question. "I'm gonna take a piss, too. Do you want me to get you anything from the ice cream shack?"

"Ooh... pistachio please," Charlie said. "Don't forget to wash your hands!"

"Hardy har!" Rachel said, sticking her tongue out at him as she stood up.

Even at this distance it wasn't hard to spot Bryce walking down the beach. The auburn hair and rising pair of antlers of Frankie still walked beside him. Rachel didn't expect the woman to have split just yet: she was quite distinctive, being (as far as Rachel could smell) the only dryad on the beach. Casually walking along the sand, her sandals rubbing against the underside of her feet, Rachel walked in the direction of both the unused lifeguard hutch, and the public toilets, trying not to make it appear so obvious that she was keeping an eye on Bryce and his 'weekend date'.

Then Frankie made a sudden hard turn left and started walking towards the ice cream hutch further down the beach from the toilets, leaving Bryce to continue walking towards the lifeguard hutch. Rachel couldn't keep the smug smile off of her face as she watched him climb up the wooden steps to the door of the hatch, and she paused, wondering if he was going to look around him first before heading in. She wasn't the only black person on the beach, but with her large afro and above-average height Rachel knew she would stand out like a sore thumb if Bryce was even slightly observant. If he saw her he probably wouldn't head inside.

Fortunately Bryce was apparently too confident that he had left all his friends behind further up the beach chatting away amongst themselves, as he opened the door and headed in without so much as a glance back up to where his friends were still sitting around on their towels.

Hurrying to catch up with him, Rachel paused at the bottom of the stairs. Carefully she placed one foot on the wooden steps, testing to see how loud the weathered material would react to her weight. Fortunately it appeared the hutch was still in good shape, as the wood creaked quietly, and Rachel began to slowly head up the steps to the wooden door she had seen Bryce enter a few minutes earlier.

Near the top she heard it: audible over the sound of laughter, waves, and distant music (probably a band performing live on the pier) was the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning in delight. Keeping low, she moved closer to the door. Not wanting to peer over the edge of the windowsill to see what was happening inside (the afro would probably cast an obvious shadow if Mac and Bryce were fucking within sight of any of the windows), Rachel instead leaned close to the door and listened.

She heard Mac's voice: "Oh fuck... oh Bryce... hmmm... give me that big cock of yours... give it to me nice and hard... oh fuck... cum inside me again, Bryce... oh it felt so good this morning in the car... I still have so much of your cum inside me... fill me up again... I want more of your cum, Bryce... impregnate me! Get me knocked up with your potent seed!"

Well, well, well... Rachel hadn't figured her friend to possess a breeding kink, but there it was: Mac asking Bryce to cum inside her and knock her up. Rachel knew that Mac and Ethan practised safe sex (a rarity in these parts, as most Eroshites seemed to adore nutting inside their partners), so to hear Mac having what was undoubtedly unprotected sex with her boyfriend's best friend was quite surprising, and so very hot...

Oh fuck... now Rachel was thinking about Bryce cuming inside her. She and Charlie had unprotected sex, but Rachel was also strict with the pill as neither of them wanted children this early in their lives. Not with so much they both needed to do with their respective careers first.

On the other hand... getting knocked up by her boyfriend's best friend was so deliciously naughty...

Well wasn't that something to think about?

Before Rachel could indulge herself in thinking about getting impregnated by Bryce Hunter, a voice spoke up beside her: "and Bryce said I was being paranoid..."

Chastising herself for being so distracted by the smell of sex coming out of the hutch that she hadn't even caught a whiff of Frankie coming up the steps behind her, Rachel turned to regard the woman with a smile on her full lips. "At least he was honest with why he invited you here," Rachel said, seeing no need to lie to the woman about why she would be crouched beside the closed door to an unused building on the beach. "I wonder... what are you getting out of this?"

"Half a grand," Frankie said, to which Rachel's eyes widened. "Your friend is paying."

"Apparently not enough for your loyalty."

The redhead shrugged. "I don't really know you guys," she said honestly, "but I figured us glam girls need to stick together."

"But you don't glam."

"True, not now," Frankie said. "But I did." She nodded at the door, through which the grunts and moans were growing louder. "Want to stay here and jerk off, or do you fancy an ice cream?"

Sensing that the redhead had something else on her mind other than the offer of frozen cream goods, and wanting to see where this would go, Rachel nodded, reluctantly creeping away from the door to the hutch as Mac and Bryce became more vocal. It didn't matter much: Rachel would soon be the one riding Bryce's huge dick before this weekend was over.

Frankie didn't say anything else until Rachel and she had walked the fifty metres or so from the hutch to the busy ice cream stand. Rachel found it amusing that so many people were clustered around here, when barely a minute further up the beach the unused hutch was being very much used for sordid purposes. She found it amusing that barely anyone else had the same idea.

"It's normally locked," Frankie said as the two women joined the queue for ice cream, as if reading Rachel and her thoughts like an open book. "Apparently your friend knows someone who works for the guard and 'borrowed' the key for the weekend."

"They're not planning to have sex in there all weekend?" Rachel said.

"Hopefully not: that would get suspicious quite quickly."

"You seem to be fairly nonplussed about being the alibi."

"Not my first time doing this," Frankie said. "Not my first time doing this with Bryce, either. Guess that's why I'm a little bored this time around. Plus..." she gestured with a hand to Rachel's general appearance. "I got a soft spot for a glam sis. Let me guess... wolfblood, right?"

Seeing no point denying it, Rachel nodded.

"Never met a black wolfblood before," Frankie said. "Where's your family from?"

"Zimbabwe, originally," Rachel said. "Grandparents moved to the UK when they were young."

"Explains the accent," Frankie said. "I'm French, in case you can't tell." Rachel smiled. "Moved to the UK with my parents when I was little. 'Frankie' is short for Francine, but not even my parents call me that. You can if I annoy you."

"You're not annoying me so far," Rachel said. "So you're not worried I'm going to ruin Bryce's plans?"

"No, because Mac's your friend, right?" Frankie said. "Hoes before bros." Rachel laughed. "And there's a suspicion I got that you want to get in Bryce's oversized boxers as well."

"Please don't tell me it's that obvious."

"Darling, both you and the athletic Chinese vamp are side-eyeing Bryce every chance you get," she said in response, a wide smirk on her green-tinged face. "How neither of your boys haven't clocked on that both of you want to get in on the action Mackenzie is currently enjoying is a mystery for the ages. My mum came from a village in north France - Rivage-Paisi - and she used to tell me stories of all her friends cheating on their boyfriends when they were young adults. They could ride a guy's cock and scream loud enough for all the people on the street to hear, yet their boyfriends would stay sleeping peacefully. The gods looked after all the cheating women in the village, you see, and they took great advantage of it."

"Lucky girls," Rachel said as they came to the head of the line. Remembering Charlie's order she asked for an extra cone of pistachio ice cream to compliment her own (Frankie paid for herself) and licked banana and vanilla flavours as they walked back to the others. "So your mum was a cheat?"

"Is still a cheat," Frankie said. "So, thanks to her, I have a little... relaxed attitude to monogamy. What the men in our lives do not learn about will never hurt them, and it is a woman's prerogative to enjoy a little bit of dick on the side that does not come attached to complicated emotional baggage. When you love your man dearly, sex with him can either be incredible, or painful. There is rarely a safe middle ground. But for a man you do not care about? Sex with him will always be incredible."

Rachel wasn't sure if she agreed with Frankie's logic, but she appreciated that the woman wasn't going to spoil her (Rachel's) plans to indulge herself a little... 'bit of dick on the side'. Knowing that Mac planned to keep her sordid activities to the hutch was interesting, but Rachel had no intention of seducing Bryce in an abandoned bit of wood on the beach.

"How do you plan to get a moment alone with Bryce?" Frankie asked.

"I don't have a plan yet," Rachel admitted.

The redhead nodded, probably expecting that answer. "What if an opportunity were to fall into your lap? What if both Mackenzie and your ginger boyfriend... Charlie, right? What if the two of them were occupied with other things, leaving you clear to confront Bryce with your desires. I can't imagine a man like Bryce... would refuse a beautiful woman like you... of course... I'm sure what lies beneath your glam is even more... sexual..."

"That'll just freak him out," Rachel said, remembering her parent's words. "I want him to want to have sex with me. Not run a mile away."

"I don't think you know Bryce that well," Frankie said. She nodded at the ice cream in Rachel's hand, "We better get back before that melts. I'm sure Charlie would appreciate it."

"Aren't you supposed to be having sex with Bryce right now?"

Smiling up at her, Frankie placed her hands together in front of her face and, after a moment, parted both of them. As she did so a strange sense of vertigo overcame Rachel, and she had to blink before she lost her balance. When her eyes opened - a fraction of a second later - the redhead had been replaced by a beautiful blonde woman with no antlers and perfect tanned skin.

"God... could have warned me you were about to glam up," Rachel muttered. Blinking, she tried to shake the sense of dizziness that always accompanied watching someone using magic to alter their appearance in the way Frankie had just done. It really did your head in, like the brain knew it was being fucked with, and really didn't appreciate it.

"Sorry," Frankie said. Even her voice was different: higher in tone than before, with a more pronounced French accent. "Thought you'd be used to it. Figured you come from a family that always hides behind the glam."

Leaving that aside, Rachel said "why would you help me? Isn't Bryce paying you to help him?"

"And I will still be helping him," Frankie said, "just not in the way he initially thought. Plus... I'm sure you would be very grateful to have my aid..."

"Are you expecting me to pay you to help me cheat on my boyfriend?" Rachel said. They were almost back at the little encampment - Ethan, Junji, and Charlie had moved closer and were chatting away excitedly as boys do, and Zhu was lying back enjoying a sun that couldn't tan her - and Rachel was still wondering what Frankie would turn out to be: an ally or hindrance in her (Rachel's) desire to seduce Bryce?

"We can work out the details later," Frankie said, with a sly smile that Rachel wasn't sure how to read. "I'd worry about that ice cream your boyfriend wanted melting all over your gorgeous hand. Anyways, laters: I need to check on the cheating pair and make sure they haven't fucked the supports out from underneath that rickety building..."

"Good idea... oh, shit!" Rachel said as she realised Charlie's ice cream was wilting with the heat. "Babe?!?"

Charlie looked up and smiled as he watched his girlfriend approach. "Thanks, babe!" He said, accepting the offering of ice cream with no comment about its condition. "You remembered to wash your hands first, I hope?"

"Hardy har!" Rachel said, as she settled down next to him.

"Who were you talking to?"

"Old friend from school," Rachel lied. "Funny, the people you randomly bump into on the beach. Where is Bryce and his reindeer friend?"

"Still not back," Charlie said. "I think Mac got lost in the toilets. Sorry, Ethan."

Ethan sighed.

"There was a huge queue," Rachel lied again. "She'll be back soon, I'm sure." Shocked at how easily Ethan accepted that falsehood, it took all of Rachel's self control not to smile smugly with how little effort it took for Ethan to be led aside and away from the truth. Little wonder how Mac had managed to have a week of hot sex with Bryce without her boyfriend suspecting anything.

Charlie, on the other hand, was squinting as he looked in the direction of the toilets. It was difficult to see anything clearly from where they camped, however, so Rachel wasn't too worried about her boyfriend, and even if he was certain he couldn't see a line of woman coming out of the public toilets, she doubted that he would think too much of it: it was entirely possible, after all, that the queue had already gone in the time it took for Rachel to go get ice cream and come back-

"So if you got back before her," Charlie said, looking over at her, "does that mean you used the mens?"

Fuck. "Yeah," Rachel lied for the third time. "You got me."

This was going to be harder than she thought.

Hopefully Bryce was at least this hard. Otherwise Rachel didn't see what Mac saw in him to risk it all.

*****

"Alright, I might need your help," Rachel said, after sliding up beside Frankie, who had now returned to her red locks and reindeer cranial growths. The group of them were enjoying dinner at the Wet Seacat, an expensive restaurant with great food and an eating area that backed onto the beach. The tables laid out on the sand were naturally the most popular, with bookings quickly snapping them up weeks in advance.

Fortunately Charlie's dad knew the owner, so it was quite easy for the eight of them to have two tables for their large party. After an incredible main course (Rachel had devoured a steak so rare it was dripping) the lot of them were knocking back liquor for dessert while enjoying the last few hours of daylight; the sun was almost at the horizon, hidden beyond the town of Cunny-by-the-Sea and the cliffs it hugged, though a few rays of its light played across the gentle lapping waves of the sea. It was getting dark enough that the crew of the restaurant had lit the gas burners placed between the tables, and the flickering flames added a warm ambience to the remains of the evening meal.

Turning her green-tinged face to Rachel, Frankie gave her a sly grin. "It's gonna be difficult," she said in a low voice; the waves, the other patrons, as well as the loud conversation at the table between the boys, was all serving to mask this clandestine conversation between Rachel and Frankie. "We need to keep three sets of eyes off of you and Bryce."

Rachel nodded. The first and most important was obviously Charlie: he couldn't catch a whiff of what she was planning, otherwise one of the best relationships she had earned would definitely be over. She didn't reckon Charlie for the cuck type. The second was obviously Ethan: he too couldn't learn what his girlfriend was up to, otherwise Mac's relationship would be over and Rachel would get the blame, even though it was Mac who started all of this!

(The fact that she had simply beaten Rachel to it was by-the-by...)

Lastly, there was Mac. While Rachel didn't care if her friend knew that she (Rachel) was banging Bryce, it wouldn't happen unless something occupied Mac in the first place.

So, Charlie and Ethan needed to be kept in the dark, while Mac just needed to be kept occupied. As for the man in question: Bryce wasn't going to say no to Rachel. What warm-blooded man was going to say no to a statuesque black stunner like herself? Look at him sitting diagonally opposite her, chatting enthusiastically to Charlie, who was sitting next to him (and directly opposite Rachel). On the other side Ethan listened to his two friends chatter, while Mac sat next to Frankie, turned towards Zhu who was sitting on the opposite side of Mac to Frankie.

(To clarify: everyone was sitting on the opposite side of the table to their partners. Girls on one side, with the boys on the other. The order on the girls side was (from left to right) Zhu, Mac, Frankie, and Rachel.)

As Rachel listened to Frankie describe a situation her friend had gotten into, keeping one of her lovers in the dark while seeing another, all the while keeping her boyfriend oblivious to both men, Rachel couldn't help but extend her foot forward and to the left, seeking out a certain someone's foot. Finding Bryce's bare leg with her own sandal-less toes, Rachel gently moved her big toe up Bryce's leg. His hair tickled her bare skin, and Rachel felt a shock of excitement at doing this with her boyfriend literally right in front of her!

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Frankie said, once again showing that French knack of sensing when something erotic was happening. Or maybe it was a dryad thing. Regardless, the sly smile on her face told Rachel not to stop.

"I don't know what you think I'm doing," Rachel said, playing innocently, as her toes moved higher up the muscular leg of Bryce Hunter.

Who was frowning for some reason... then his eyes widened. Fortunately at that moment Charlie was the one dominating the conversation, and Rachel's boyfriend was leaning past Bryce to chat to Ethan, and so missed Bryce looking first at Frankie - who smiled sweetly and gently shook her head - then to Mac - who smiled sweetly - and then... he turned to Rachel, who felt a thrill of excitement.

Then she realised why Bryce was confused, and leaned back past Frankie...

... as Mac did also.

The two women stared at each other.

With a jolt both of them leaned forward on the table, eyes locked on their boyfriends with innocent smiles on their faces. All the while, beneath the table, two bare feet were traveling up separate legs of one man. A man who was looking from one woman to the other, while ignoring the woman he was supposed to be on a sexy weekend with (to her credit Frankie was enjoying a piña colada).

Leaning to her right, Mac whispered out of the corner of her mouth: "get your mangy hands off him..."

Having also leaned towards Frankie, Rachel whispered her reply past the redhead: "my hands are here."

"You know what I meant!" Mac whispered back, still staring intently at Ethan, who was wrapped in a loud conversation with Charlie; the two men talking past a Bryce who looked like a man trapped.

"I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time understanding slut," Rachel hissed quietly past Frankie, who had a red and white straw in her mouth, sucking loudly on the remains of her drink. "Care to repeat?"

"He's mine!"

"I disagree completely with that!" Bryce said suddenly, causing both Ethan and Charlie to look at him.

"You don't think Trump's gonna win the election?" Charlie said, frowning. "She's got a major lead in the polls over Sanders..."

"Erm... yeah, well..." Bryce stammered, realising he needed to keep the guy's attention away from both the women, otherwise shit was going to unfold very quickly. Making matters worse both Mac and Rachel were perilously close to the top of his legs, where his swimming trunks poorly disguised just how hung he was. A clothing mistake made worse by his growing hard-on. Having two women fight over him while their other halves sat next to him, completely oblivious, was doing wonders for Bryce, despite his growing shame over betraying his best friends.

God damn!

Mac, meanwhile, was angry with Rachel for deciding to chase what she caught first! All the times the two of them had whispered to each other and giggled about having sex with Bryce Hunter, with neither of them wanting to take the leap, until last weekend when Mac's growing attraction to the hunky Welshman finally convinced her to make a move!

Yet for Rachel it hurt that Mac hadn't told her: they were supposed to be friends!

"Bryce is rooting for the underdog, here!" Ethan said, laying his arm over Bryce's shoulder and giving his friend an affectionately gentle shake. "I guess someone has to!"

As his friends resumed their in-depth conversation about the upcoming US elections between the GOP's blonde bombshell, Dannie Trump, and the Democrat's big-titted socialist poster-girl, Betty Sanders, Bryce leaned forward across the table, apparently giving room for Ethan and Junji to talk across him to Charlie, to then say in the direction of Frankie "babe, maybe this isn't the right moment to play footsie with me?"

"Oh, I think it is," Frankie said, grinning. "I think this is a great moment to show you how much I think of your raw sexuality, Monsieur Hunter."

"I agree," Rachel said, as she moved her bare foot between Bryce's beach shorts and his muscular thigh. "I think she should show you just what she thinks of your raw sexuality..."

"She should show the fuck just what she thinks," Mac echoed, as her own foot mirrored Rachel's.

Together the two women pushed their toes between Bryce's clothing, which was baggy enough to let them have access right to the base of his huge testicles. Much to Rachel's delight Bryce wasn't wearing anything else beneath his beach shorts: her big toe moved some fabric aside and touched a warm testicle, sending a thrill of erotic energy coursing through her body. Jesus, the heat from his balls! Bryce must be bubbling up a shit-tonne of cum inside those orbs, and Rachel didn't blame him: here he was sitting opposite the girl all the men around this table (and possibly Zhu, although she was eyeing Bryce with amusement, so she could be in on the deception) thought was banging him, only for the two women either side of her to be touching his balls with their feet.

And Rachel wasn't going to stop there! Finding the beach shorts to be exceedingly generous with give, she explored further with her big toe to find the base of his huge cock. It felt hard beneath her touch. So damn hard...

God... what would that meat stick feel like embedded in her horny cunt?

"Frankie, please!" Bryce begged her, and through her both Mac and Rachel. "Not at the table!"

"Mate, is your girl giving you a footjob right now?"

Everyone looked at Charlie. Mac and Rachel paused, their faces frozen, as they waited for what happened next. Zhu's green eyes were wide with both astonishment and 'hah! I knew it!' as she looked from Bryce to Frankie... then to Rachel and Mac... yet Ethan and Junji were looking between Bryce and Frankie, unaware that underneath the table Ethan's girlfriend and Charlie's girlfriend currently had their feet wrapped up in Bryce's beachwear!

"Frankie, this isn't the time-" Bryce began.

"You go for it, girl!" Charlie said to Frankie. Slapping a hand on Bryce's shoulder, he then continued: "he's been way too wound-up lately. We've barely seen him all week!"

"God, with you off sleeping around and Mac tied up with mastering her powers in the woods like a fucking Jedi, I've been all on my own!" Ethan said, obviously pretending to be distraught. Rachel couldn't believe how this man hadn't put two-and-two together yet, but luckily for everyone at the table Ethan remained an oblivious boyfriend. "This is the first time we've all been together for ages!"

"Babe, we were all together last weekend," Mac said sweetly, as her toe began to move down Bryce's shaft.

"Yeah, but you were ill the last day," Ethan said.

"You're feeling a lot better this weekend, aren't you?" Bryce said sweetly, as Rachel moved up.

"Yeah, but who knows with one's womb?" Mac said, sighing. "Any moment it could strike..."

"That's true," Rachel said. Her toe massaging the base of Bryce's dick. She loved how hard he was beneath her touch. She needed to move up, but his beachwear wouldn't stretch that far! How was she going to get this behemoth of a dick out of his shorts?

Luckily Frankie came to the rescue: while Rachel and Mac had been waging a covert war, Frankie had got her own foot in position. With frightening dexterity she hooked her big toe between his elastic rim, and the base of his stomach. Slowly she pulled the shorts down, using his own erection as a guide as she pulled the clothing along the considerable length of his dick.

"Frankie!" Bryce said in alarm, to the right woman this time! "Not here!"

"Go for it!" Charlie said. "You have our blessing!"

"You work that oversized thing!" Ethan said.

Rachel realised both men were probably drunk: at least Junji had the good sense to stay quiet, but a wide grin on the Chinese guy's face told her exactly what he was thinking. Zhu's eyes were wide, and Rachel saw her regarding Frankie with bemusement. Has she figured it out yet? Rachel was too afraid to confront her other friend, mostly because she didn't want to overcomplicate this: she was already fighting Mac for time with Bryce Hunter!

"Oh God..." Bryce groaned, although whether it was from resignation, or from the pleasure of Frankie: the woman pulled his shorts down past his cock, causing it to spring forward with a shudder that felt so good for the guy. "You guys are the fucking worst..."

"Says the guy getting a footjob from a gorgeous woman with a great rack," Charlie said. Frankie gestured at her antlers, to which he raised his glass and nodded. The redhead flashed a wicked smile that almost did make Rachel jealous, but then Frankie's attention returned to Bryce, and Rachel felt a hand slap her thigh.

It took Rachel a long moment to realise what Frankie was signalling to her, but then she realised that the fabric of Bryce's beachwear was tighter, like it had been folded over her foot. Quickly withdrawing her toes, Rachel moved her foot to the left and found what she was hoping for: a wonderfully thick, hard cock.

As her boyfriend and Ethan began to drunkenly talk about other misadventures, with Junji leaning past a louder than normal Ethan to share his own stories (that Rachel knew were from Zhu), Rachel leaned hard on the table, resting her chin on her hands, appearing to be listening to Charlie talk, but using the position to balance herself while she lifted her other foot and swung it over to grip Bryce's dick between both of her feet.

Then the fun began: as Rachel listened to the boys talk she began to furiously jerk Bryce off. The poor guy looked at Frankie first, but a subtle movement of the redhead's eyes turned his attention to Mac. The look on her face must have told him it wasn't her, for then he looked at Rachel, who couldn't help but wink, just when Charlie looked away to catch a waiter's attention for another round of drinks.

Leaning forward - mostly to get out of the way of Ethan and Charlie as they talked over him - Bryce rested his chin on his hands in a mirror of Rachel's posture. "Rach, you must be bored with these stories," he said with a frozen grin, "such terrible decisions made by people who really should have known better."

"Sometimes people make stupid choices for great sex," Rachel replied, smiling sweetly.

"Don't they just!" Charlie said, having apparently no idea what his girlfriend was actually talking about. "I mean, remember when Susanne cheated on her boyfriend with her boyfriend's twin brother? And they had sex right in front of everyone at the party, and everyone thought it was her boyfriend she was fucking right on the table?!?"

Ethan and Junji laughed loudly. A well-timed choice on their part, as it drowned Bryce's gasp when he felt two more feet grab his cock. His eyes locked on Mac, who was grinning at him with a predator's smile. "Hi, Mac?" Bryce said with a painfully fixed smile. "Aren't you feeling a little tired? It's been a long day for both you and Rach."

"Nah, we're fine," Mac said, smirking. Meanwhile, beneath the table her feet battled with Rachel's, as the two women fought to gain prime spots to jerk Bryce's huge cock. Kicking Rachel's foot away with her own, Mac grabbed Bryce's cock between her feet and began to work them up and down the length of his shaft. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she watched him struggle not to moan with how good it probably felt for him (and, having sucked and fucked him enough times in the past week, Mac knew exactly how to work Bryce's cock.)

Rachel wasn't armed with such familiarity, but she did know dicks. She had fucked and sucked enough of them in her life already, and Charlie, while not the largest cock that had entered her life, was still quite big enough, and Rachel enjoyed working his cock with her mouth, tits, cunt, and other parts (but not her arse) until he came all over (or in) her.

So while Mac enjoyed Bryce's shaft, Rachel moved her feet down to his bulbous cock head, and began to squeeze and massage it with her toes. Seeing his reaction - his eyes darting over to her - Rachel knew Bryce was receptive to some play at the head of his cock. He was probably very sensitive there, and Rachel would have loved it if her feet and mouth were swapped - she could do stuff with her tongue that she was sure her dear friend Mac had never learnt - but alas, she would need to make do with her feet, and covertly too!

Both Ethan and Charlie were still laughing about old friends; their conversation happened over Bryce, as he leaned forward and pleaded with both girls with his eyes. Meanwhile Junji had given up trying to talk to Charlie past Ethan, and had trapped Zhu in a one-sided conversation about their course at Princeton, their lecturers getting angrily name-dropped. All the while Frankie sipped her piña colada, watching everything unfold with an outsider's amusement.

"Mac, Rach, please, not here!" Bryce hissed across the table, while his best friends argued loudly about an incident that happened in the library last week of term. There had been several interpretations of what had gone down in the reading room on the fifth floor, and Ethan and Charlie seemed to believe differently. "We can do this somewhere else-"

"I say here," Mac said.

"Here's good enough," Rachel echoed. She and Mac shared a brief look of kinship: both women united in their efforts to make this man cum beneath the table.

"DRINKS!" Junji suddenly announced, causing everyone to regard the waiter with warm smiles. As their next round was placed on the table by the attractive blonde Rachel continued to massage the head, and her smile grew as she watched Bryce turn to her.

Whatever Mac was doing further up his shaft, it was Rachel that was giving Bryce the most pleasure. This glow-eyed slut had nothing on her, and Rachel was intoxicated with the power of not only out-performing her friend, but capturing the full attention of this man.

"Rach," Bryce said, gesturing with his eyes towards Charlie, who sat right next to him. Oblivious that right at this moment his girlfriend had another man's cock between her toes, jerking his dick with the full intent of making Bryce cum beneath the table. "Maybe later?"

"Maybe now," Rach replied with a smile. "I've always found procrastination to be a poor habit, Bryce. Do not put off until later what you can achieve now."

"Now it might get messy!"

"I love a good mess," she replied. "I love to clean up after a guy's mess. Ain't that right, Charlie?"

Bryce almost had a heart attack when Charlie was loudly brought into the clandestine conversation by the loud invitation of his girlfriend, who was vigorously jerking him (Bryce) off under the table. The shock sent a bolt of pleasure through him, and Bryce struggled to regain control of his impending orgasm. God damn it! These horny women were going to be the death of him!

"What's that, babe?" Charlie said.

"I said I'm always cleaning up after you lot, aren't I?"

"Babe..." Charlie said, in that tone of voice of a man who knows his woman speaks the truth, but was still going to try and placate her despite millennia of foolish men trying the same and failing horribly. "You are the light of my life, and you know I value you immensely-"

"Oh really?" Rachel said, funnelling the sass, complete with head jerk, all the while her feet were sending shivers of excitement through Bryce, who placed his fist in his mouth to prevent himself from moaning. "I stayed behind at your sister's the other week long after you and Ethan had fucked off leaving her so pissed I had to ply her with four bottles of drink before she was calm enough not to want to fucking kill you!"

"And I love you immensely for your sacrifice," Charlie said, holding his palms together. "Speaking of... hey Ethan: fancy taking our drinks down to the waters?"

"Let's go!" Ethan said, grabbing his drink and springing to his feet with the enthusiasm of the drunk. With drink in hand he strode off past the other tables and stepped over the knee-high rope that casually told the restaurant patrons where the boundaries of the establishment they ate at lay. "Come on guys!"

"Wait up!" Charlie called out, laughing as he hurried off after Ethan.

"Come on Zhu!" Junji said, grabbing his girlfriend by the arm. Zhu laughed as she was pulled off the chair and along with her boyfriend in pursuit of Ethan and Charlie, her drink splashing over the rim of the glass with the frantic motion.

Shit, Rachel realised: she had no reason to stay here at the table. Charlie would expect her to follow him, a fact compounded by there being no reason to remain here if Frankie and Bryce were indulging in a little bit of under-the-table intimacy. If would be really fucking weird if Rachel stayed here while Frankie gave her lover a footjob. She (Rachel) had to leave and follow Charlie, despite her horniness demanding that she be here to continue giving Bryce better pleasure than Mac.

Speaking of Mac: there was no way the woman could stay here either, for the same logic as Rachel.

The two of them needed to go. Quickly. Before any of the four now rapidly heading towards the sea were suspicious of what might actually be going on beneath the table.

Seeing no other choice, and trusting that Mac wasn't going to sabotage her relationship with Ethan just so she could stay here and play with Bryce, Rachel stood up. She heard Bryce gasp when she retrieved both of her feet from his dick, and mentally sighed: how she would have loved to continue jerking him off until he spewed his thick, potent gunk all over the tiles beneath their table.

On the other hand it wouldn't do to be hit with a cleaning bill from the restaurant's management.

"Come on guys!" She laughed as she hopped the rope in pursuit of Charlie and the others. "You know that my hair hates getting wet!"

"Just shake it off!" Mac said, running alongside Rachel. "Like a dog!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Rachel said, although she couldn't help but laugh with her friend.

Their expression grew serious when they both glanced back at the table: Bryce and Frankie sitting either side of each other. They appeared to be having an animated conversation; Rachel could guess about what.

However she had a more pressing issue, for when she looked back at Mac she could see determination on the shorter woman's face. Rachel realised that Mac was going to continue pursuing Bryce this weekend. It was on between them, and Rachel was determined that it would be she who would come out on top.

Literally.

~~~~~

"Who's side are you on?" Bryce gasped, his hands beneath the table as he tried to stuff a fragile cock back into his swimwear without stimulating it enough to tip him over the edge. Jesus, that had been close! One more minute of Rachel and Mac working his shaft and head with their expertly dextrous feet and he'd have made quite the mess beneath the table. As it was his balls were aching like a pair of motherfuckers. Maybe he would drag this mischievous redhead somewhere and make her finish what Rachel and Mac started.

Said mischievous redhead shrugged, a cheeky smile on her green-tinged face. "I'm on your side," Frankie said. "I just want you to get the best sex possible this weekend."

"You know Mac wanted to call in a favour with a friend of hers?" Bryce said, pointing behind Frankie at all the others, who were running down the beach towards the sea. "I persuaded her not to because I wanted a girl I could trust. You've made me reconsider my life choices, Frankie!" Despite his words, there was a wide smile on Bryce's face that told her he wasn't entirely angry with what she had done.

Having said that, it was tough enough making sure Ethan didn't catch wind that Bryce was fucking Mac; it would only get immeasurably more difficult keeping Charlie, who genuinely frightened Bryce, from finding out that his (Charlie's) girlfriend was hell-bent on pinning Bryce to a bed and riding him to an inch of his life.

As incredible as that thought was - and Bryce had lusted after Rachel long enough to have gathered quite a lot of masturbatory fantasies regarding the tall black woman - he didn't need any more complications in his already complicated life, all thanks to that sexy little minx Mackenzie Frost and the events she started in the forest cabin last weekend.

She also frightened Bryce, though he felt it was perfectly natural for anyone to be frightened of a woman who could lift a large car with her mind.

Leaning over the table, Frankie rested her chin on a greenish hand. "She's good for you, Bryce."

"What made you switch from team Mac?" He said.

"I have a soft spot for a fellow Glam Girl."

"She's glammed up?" Bryce said, then realised how silly that sounded. Of course Rachel glammed herself before going out in public, but the fact that she did so even with her friends felt a little insulting. Though it could well be that Rachel felt self-conscious about how she looked.

How did she look?

Bryce realised he'd only seen wolfkin on television, and then only in sports, where their natural aptitude for physical strength gave them quite the unfair advantage (which meant most sporting events had a single category for wolfkin alone (although swimming events did have a second category for merfolk also)). He'd never seen someone like Rachel in real life who wasn't glammed up, although he didn't have Frankie's eye for such magical illusions; he'd probably passed loads of people wearing glams without realising it.

"Quite a good one, too," Frankie said. "Reckon her parents knew a good teacher. Hard to disguise such a body like the one Rachel's got."

"You know what she actually looks like?" Bryce said, pointing down the beach.

"I can keep a secret," Frankie said. "That's why you asked me to come here, isn't it? If you want to see her for real, you're gonna need to let her show you. Rachel wants to fuck you, Bryce. She wants to be naked for you. Don't push her away."

"Her boyfriend is a terrifying future overlord," Bryce said. "That man is going to be a whirlwind through the halls of Westminster. They have no idea what's going to come their way."

"You expect me to cry for your rich aristocrats?" Frankie scoffed. "I'm far too French for that."

"No, I don't," Bryce said. He sighed. "I really should persuade Rachel not to-"

"You really shouldn't."

"But Mac!"

"Leave Mac to me," Frankie said. "You don't think I'm frightened of an eromancer, do you?"

"I'm more frightened of either Ethan or Charlie finding out what their girls are doing," Bryce said. "I don't want to fuck up anything between me and them. They're good friends, Frankie."

"What they don't know won't hurt them," she said. "So we'll keep it that way." She turned around to look down the beach: the six of them were frolicking in the waters, lit by the last glow of the dying sun. Rachel was standing in the shallows, while the others were further out amongst the waves. Their glasses had been left on the beach, some of which still had drink in them.

"Here's the bill," a very attractive blonde waitress said as she placed a leather folder with the white slip on the table in front of Bryce.

He looked at it, then looked up to where his friends played in the waters. "ETHAN! YOU'RE PAYING!"

"Oh shit!" Ethan cried out, hurrying through the waves towards the shoreline.

*****

They didn't play in the waves for too long: even the strangely warm nights of Eroshire couldn't keep the waters of the North Sea from becoming uncomfortably cold at night, and not long after the sun went down behind the cliffs of Cunny-by-the-Sea, and the waters were illuminated by the bright lights of the pier, the eight of them headed up the beach towards the house they were bedding in for the weekend.

All throughout the journey Mac and Rachel kept an eye on each other. Both waiting to see what the other woman was going to do to corner Bryce away from their boyfriends. They also kept an eye on Frankie, who had betrayed Mac's trust and hadn't yet secured Rachel's. All the while Bryce laughed with the guys, as he eyed all four women wearily, for even Zhu was giving him side-eye, and with Rachel revealing her lust for him, Bryce was consciously aware that his masturbatory fantasies were becoming horribly true.

It was one thing to jerk off imagining you were fucking your best friend's girlfriend, it was quite another for that woman to do her best to make that fantasy a reality. When it had just been Mac, Bryce was sure he could keep Ethan in the dark - the man wasn't the most observant - but with Rachel now after him, Bryce was worried that Charlie would find out. Ethan could be managed - Bryce was sure his long friendship with the guy, from way back when they grew up together in Kreenpye, could weather a cheating scandal like this one - but Charlie was a different story.

Collapsing onto the sofas and chairs in the living room, with the tall windows offering a great view of the seaside road and the beach beyond, the eight of them continued to drink, having helped themselves to all the supplies Charlie and Junji had packed in their respective vehicles. Curling up on the sofa, with her dear boyfriend beside her, Rachel sipped from her Bacardi while listening to Junji talk about his dad's efforts in China. The Gao clan were making movements back home, with Junji's dad acquiring a shitload of powerful companies, all to consolidate their power within the Chinese Communist Party.

While Junji talked Rachel couldn't help but notice the smug grin on Charlie's face, and she could hear the gears whirring in her boyfriend's head as he thought about how he could capitalise on his friendship for his own future political gains.

So long as he took her with him: Rachel wanted to ride the Charlie Campbell train all the way to the top!

(As well as just ride him: her boyfriend was quite fun to fuck.)

As she listened to Junji describe his father's latest business acquisition, Rachel stealthily eyed Mac. When was she going to make her move? Or would she wait until everyone was asleep? It was close to midnight by now, and Rachel was sure the conversation was going to go on into the early hours of the morning, unless someone took the initiative: "Hey babe? I'm going to head up," she said to Charlie. "I'm feeling a little beat, and tomorrow sounds like a fun day."

That was partially true: Charlie and Junji had arranged some fun activities tomorrow including jet skis. It would be a shame to miss out on them because she was still nursing a hangover.

Giving her a warm smile that almost made Rachel regret her determination to fuck his friend, Charlie said "you know what? I'm a little exhausted too. Sorry guys, but the misses and myself are going to call it a day. We're getting old, you see."

"You two just wanna have sex," Junji said, grinning. "I think that's a great idea." He looked at Zhu.

"Sure," she said, grinning a toothy grin.

"OK! OK!" Mac said, laughing, and Rachel saw that Ethan was nibbling on her ear. "Hint taken!"

"Well if everyone's going to be loud," Frankie purred, running a hand down Bryce's inner thigh, "then we should be the loudest." The look Bryce gave her almost made Rachel snort with laughter, but she held her composure as she watched Frankie lead Bryce out of the living room.

The rest of them followed suit: each couple heading up the stairs to the bedrooms they had chosen a few hours earlier (and by choice they had dumped their bags in those rooms with a vague intention of maybe unpacking at some point this weekend.) Closing the door behind them, Rachel made a show for her bae by leaning against the door, biting her lip, and regarding Charlie as he sauntered over to the bed.

"Looking hot tonight," Rachel said. Truthfully. She did think Charlie was hot, in that dad bod sort of way. Sometimes a girl enjoyed a guy with love handles she could grip when he was above ploughing her, and her boyfriend was also fun to ride (and Rachel could fucking ride!)

"It's the swimming trunks, right?" Charlie said, though he tugged on the garish Hawaiian shirt he wore as well, making a point about his whole ensemble.

Rachel shrugged, before moving away from the door and pushing him gently onto the bed.

"Babe..."

"Yes?" She purred as she straddled him. Rachel began to gently grind herself against the bulge in his pink beach shorts, feeling how his cock and balls pressed against her pussy through the fabric of their clothes.

"Drop the glam," he said, eyes burning with passion.

Loving the way her boyfriend sounded when he took command of their sex, Rachel did as he asked, and in short order their bedroom was drowned in the sounds of their moaning, the bed shaking, and the meeting of flesh against flesh.

For a solid half-hour Rachel pounded her body against Charlie's, until he gripped her meaty thighs as his cock exploded thick globs of cum up into her. Six, seven pumps later he had soaked her insides with thick sperm-filled cum, and Rachel had also experienced an intense orgasm.

But as she calmed down and regarded her boyfriend with a smirk, there was a thought in the back of her mind: would Mac make a move on Bryce tonight?

~~~~~

It didn't take long after a second, vigorous round for Charlie to fall fast asleep. Rachel lay beside him, with her glam back up (at his request for round two, when he wanted to be on top), and listened to his snoring, until she was certain he was deep in dreams of power and glory (or whatever it was an ambitious guy like Charlie dreamt about, for all she knew he was riding a rainbow unicorn through the fields of Whimzyland.)

When she felt safe, Rachel gently, slowly, slipped her lithe body over the sheets, placing her feet onto the floor. Glancing back, she assured herself Charlie was still asleep as she raised herself to her feet and slowly crept across the laminate flooring. Her feet made almost no sound as she made a stealthy path to the door.

Another glance back to confirm he was still snoring, back to her, before Rachel moved the handle down. A gentle touch, and a good thing as well as the metal began to scrape against metal within the mechanism.

Fuck! What was it with these old houses and having shit doors?

Glancing back to make sure Charlie hadn't moved, Rachel slowly moved the handle down, making sure to keep the sound of the door handle as quiet as she could make it, until the door could be pulled away from the frame.

Slinking out into the hallway, Rachel slowly - painfully slowly - closed the door behind her. Pausing when she had finished to listen for any footsteps inside the room.

Nothing. Good.

Turning away, Rachel was stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a familiar short shape across the wide hallway, on the other side of the stairs leading up to the next floor where Bryce and Frankie were sleeping (or maybe still having sex?)

Locking eyes with Mac, Rachel was hesitant to make a move. She wanted to make a run for it up the stairs to the next floor, but how noisy would that be? If Mac was out then that meant Ethan had been fucked to a slumber, but how deep did he sleep? Charlie wasn't the deepest of sleepers, and would probably wake if the floorboards outside their bedroom started protesting against Rachel's weight.

But then Mac wasn't that much lighter either: even though she was shorter than Rachel she was blessed with more generous curves (the girl was thicc!)

Both women stared at each other, wondering who was going to make the move first.

Fuck it: Rachel Day wasn't a coward. She took a step.

So did Mac.

Rachel took another.

So did Mac.

Another step.

Mac took another step too.

They were almost at the base of the stairs leading to the second floor. Close enough now that Rachel could hiss "get back in your room!" and feel confident Charlie (or Ethan, for that matter) could hear.

"You get back in your room!" Mac hissed back.

"No, you!"

"You!"

Rachel gritted her teeth. A part of her recognised they were both acting like children, but the rest of her could only think about Bryce's hot body and huge cock, and she knew that despite having two rounds with her boyfriend Rachel's horniness wasn't satiated. She was going to need to experience for herself what she had witnessed almost a week ago that night beneath the almost-full-moon, when she had watched Mac and Bryce fuck under the stars. She could still recall the almost animalistic sounds Mac was making as she rode Bryce's dick, and Rachel knew something about being animalistic. She was tired of having to dial it down a notch or two with Charlie. She needed a beast of a man who could take a pounding, and Rachel was sure he (Bryce) could take it.

Besides, now it was a pride thing: this arrogant little bitch needed to be taken down a peg or two.

With surprising speed Rachel bolted up the stairs, making little sound despite how quickly she mounted each step. What shocked her was Mac keeping pace, with the shorter woman extending out an arm to halt Rachel's advance, as both women raced up the stairs. Her black feet barely touched each step as she sped towards the top, where the room Bryce and Frankie had shacked up could be found (with Zhu and Junji a little further down towards the side of the house that faced the main road).

Batting away Mac's arm, Rachel almost fell forward, reaching out with an arm to pull her up the last few steps to the top. The door to the room Bryce and Frankie were cloistered was almost in reach; this close to her goal Rachel suddenly realised she had no idea what she was going to do next. Was she just going to pop in, announce her desire to sleep with Bryce, and expect him to go along with it?

Well... kind of. Rachel did think it was unlikely Bryce was going to reject a hot piece of ass like her, even if it put them both at risk from the wrath of Charlie, and all the nasty things her boyfriend was capable of. He (Bryce) couldn't resist her for too long, right? She was almost six feet of black hotness. He was going to roll over and let her ride that gorgeous cock for-

Suddenly everything was gripped by a pressure Rachel had never felt before: her whole body was frozen in place, as if a thousand hands with incredible strength had wrapped around her arms and legs, and held her whole form in place barely a few feet from the door. All she could do was breathe heavily, suddenly aware of the influx of air into her lungs and grateful at least she could do that.

Walking around her, Mac regarded Rachel with eyes glowing a deep amber. The colour had almost filled all of Mac's eyes, and yet provided no illumination in the darkened hallway. "Really didn't want to do this," Mac said, "but you had your chance, Rachel, and you didn't take it. Can't get annoyed that you missed the boat after it sailed. Now, what am I going to do with you? Maybe bury you in the garden until dawn. Don't give me that look: I'll give you a straw to breathe through!" Mac stood between Rachel and the door, with her hands on her hips. She sighed. "God... no... that's evil... OK, maybe I'll borrow one of the lamp posts to wrap you up in. Will that keep you in-"

The door behind her opened. Mac turned to see a slim figure extend an arm, and something flashed in the mysterious woman's hand. Almost immediately Mac collapsed to the floor, limbs jerking. The light in her eyes quickly faded.

Rachel stumbled forward as freedom came to her limbs. She looked from Mac to the figure in the doorway with a pair of antlers illuminated from behind by the single bedside light. "What the fuck, Frankie?!?"

"Relax, she'll be fine," Frankie said, pocketing the hand-held taser, of the type Rachel had seen many her age carry in their handbags when heading out for a night on the town. While most Eroshire guys knew to back off when a girl made it clear she wasn't interested, there were plenty of tourists who didn't quite get the concept of consent. In such situations a good old-fashioned tasering came in handy. "Although she has probably pissed herself."

"Hmmmm!!!!" Mac moaned, unable to form words as her jaw locked. She writhed on the floor in front of the two women.

"You are all insane," Bryce said, standing in the doorway, regarding them all. "My dick can't be this good."

"I wouldn't know, I'm the only one standing here who hasn't tried it!" Rachel couldn't help but say. "What are we going to do with Mac?"

"Call an ambulance?" Bryce suggested casually, apparently nonplussed that his lover of the past week had been shocked to the point of pissing herself on the floor.

"And ruin a beautiful night?" Frankie said, shaking her head. She leaned forward and with a strength that her slim frame didn't seem capable of hauled the more voluptuous Mac onto her back. "This is a moment of joy, Bryce. Someone here hasn't experienced the pleasures of your dick. Now if you'll excuse me I'll take this insane woman outside for a discussion on appropriate behaviours when indulging in infidelity."

Without a further word Frankie carried Mac down the stairs, her green-tinged feet making little sound as she hauled Mac, who still moaned softly. Rachel watched her (Frankie's) progress with bemusement until the two women had disappeared into the darkness of the floors below.

Looking back at Bryce, Rachel realised that she didn't have any idea what to do next. All of her ideas had been scuppered by the insane chase with Mac, and its equally insane outcome. Surprisingly the man stood there in the doorway with a smile on his face, as if this wasn't the first time women had been reduced into crazed lunatics around him.

"That time of the month?" He said.

"Fuck you," Rachel said, sighing. "You know that was a few days ago."

"Are you sure? I've heard you lot get real randy at full moon."

"I am way past that," Rachel said, although she was beginning to wonder about it herself. "I'm fine!"

"Really?" Bryce said, still smirking. "Then you won't complain if I take you back downstairs to your loyal boyfriend who's probably wondering where his girlfriend has gone."

Oh God... had the scuffle between her and Mac awoken Charlie? Hopefully he just thought she had gone to the toilet and would go back to sleep. "Are you sure?" She said, although her attempt at sexy was a little limp. This really wasn't going the way she thought it would. Fighting Mac up the stairs had knocked all the rizz out of her, and Rachel found herself a little unsure as to how to recapture that desire she had to throw Bryce onto the bed and ride the shit out of him.

"Come on," Bryce said. In contrast to Rachel, who was stark naked, Bryce was still wearing his swimwear from earlier today. His muscular chest was bare and tempting, and Rachel reached out to touch it, but he caught her hand and walked around her, gently guiding her down the stairs. "It's been a mad day. Charlie's probably wondering where you got to."

She fucking hoped that Charlie was still asleep. Chastising herself for fucking everything up so badly, she followed Bryce down the stairs, feeling quite embarrassed about everything. Thinking of why she wanted so badly to have sex with the man.

Then the light coming through the windows from the street lights outside caught his broad shoulders - his back to her - and Rachel recalled watching Bryce fuck Mac against the tree. She recalled Mac's hands over his shoulder, moaning deeply as Bryce's hips moved rapidly back and forth, giving Mac what appeared to be incredible sex. It was a memory that had fuelled Rachel all week, and rediscovering it filled her loins in lust and envy. Soon she was burning with desire once more, and when Bryce led her across the landing to the closed door leading back to the room she had escaped from, Rachel took a step forward to stand before him and the door.

"Answer me one question," she said quietly to him, "and I'll go back to my boyfriend."

Bryce blinked in confusion, then smiled. "OK, what's the question?"

"Could it have been me last weekend?"

His mouth hung open for a moment, and it was obvious to her that Bryce wasn't sure how to answer. She knew she had him. Bryce wanted to have sex with her, he was just too loyal. She needed to persuade him it would be OK. She needed to persuade him that she was worth the risk. Rachel moved closer to him, placed her hands on his hips, and moved him closer to her, until the bulge in his swimwear pressed just above her pussy.

"Rachel..." Bryce began.

"Answer the question," she said. Her large breasts gently touched his chest; nipples grazing his thick chest hair. It tickled in a most pleasing way, and Rachel was disappointed she hadn't had been able to run all her fingers through his chest hair while they had been standing upstairs outside the room he and Frankie were sharing. Maybe she could still get a chance...

"We shouldn't-"

"Answer the question."

"Charlie is-"

"Answer-"

"Yes."

Her heart skipped several beats in succession, as her pussy practically did a somersault in both joy and shock! Who'd have thought confirmation would be so hot?

"She just asked first," Bryce said. "But if you had... I'd have fucked you in every room of that house, on all the furniture. I would have cum in every fucking hole, Rach. You're fucking gorgeous - all of you are - and I have wanted to fuck each one of you for months. God damn... why is your boyfriend such a scary fucker?"

"He is, isn't he?" She smiled. Gently grinding herself against him, feeling his incredible hardness through the fabric he wore. "To think... he's right behind us... he could be listening to us right now..."

"I don't think I can whisper any quieter."

"Me either," Rachel said. Her lips were so close to his now. She could feel the tension between them. His hands were on her hips; her hands were on his hips; her tits pressing against his chest, while she pressed his cock against her body. "But if he heard... I'm sure he would have opened the door by now..."

"Definitely..." Bryce said. His voice caressed her skin as he spoke. "Do you want to see it?"

"Fuck yes."

Taking his hands from her hips, Bryce hooked his swimwear and pulled the front down over his dick. The whole length sprang up, pressing his bulbous cock head against her lower stomach. Rachel moaned softly as she felt the heat from his dick against her skin. Her eyes widened as she saw his girth and length. It was incredible! So much bigger and thicker than Charlie, and from the pressure against her stomach he was so much harder as well! Bryce had a cock for the ages! No wonder he kept scoring with so many women, even those already in relationships with other men! Even women who were in a relationship with his best mate!

Now he was going to score with another woman with a boyfriend; another girlfriend of a friend...

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft. So hot! So fucking hot! How would this dick feel inside her?

"Does it live up to the legend?" Bryce said, smirking despite the situation - Charlie could still throw open the door and find the two of them standing right outside! He could discover his girlfriend with her hands around another man's dick!

"Definitely," Rachel said. "Though it's one thing to have a decent cock... it's quite another to know how to use it."

"Only one way to find out," Bryce said.

"Only one way," Rachel agreed. "How about we go back upstairs?"

"How about I fuck you here?" Bryce said.

"What about my boyfriend?"

"Are you worried?"

"No," Rachel said. She wasn't, she realised: while she didn't want Charlie to discover her cheating on him, she also knew that having sex with Bryce right outside the room where her boyfriend was probably asleep was fucking hot as hell. Rachel wanted that risk. She wanted Bryce to fuck her with her boyfriend only one door away.

"You don't think we're gonna get caught?" Bryce said. "Charlie isn't Ethan."

"I know, but I don't want to think about the risk," Rachel said. "I just want to have sex with you, Bryce. I want to have sex with you all night. I want you to have sex with me and make me cum like you make Mac cum on this huge cock of yours." As she spoke Rachel began to move her hand up and down his dick. "I've wanted to have sex with you from the day we met."

"Same," Bryce said. He countered: his hand moved down to her pussy, his thumb massaging her clit, just as his fingers slipped inside her. She was incredibly wet already, and Bryce found it easy to slide his fingers against the inside of her pussy. "You were so fucking hot in that dress when we all went out that first night. I wanted to sneak you into the toilets and fuck you."

"You should have," Rachel said. Her hand was working faster now, and so was his. They were jerking each other off vigorously right outside the room where her boyfriend may or may not be fast asleep. "We could have skipped all the bullshit dancing around each other and gone straight to the fucking."

"Fucking behind your boyfriend's back? That's not being a good girl," Bryce said. His fingers slicked into her as fast as she was pumping his shaft with her own hand. This battle between them happened right by the door; the noise of their skin and flesh sliding against each other louder than their whispering, and she hoped that Charlie couldn't hear the unmistakable sounds of wet flesh sliding against wetter flesh through the door. They were making such a risk doing this right outside the room where her boyfriend might hear, but both of them were being enslaved by their lusts.

Rachel could barely hear him over the sound of blood rushing through her head: her heart was pounding inside her chest, and Bryce's frantic fingerwork was stirring up some intense pleasure down below: she was already on the edge thanks to getting herself worked up earlier by the thought of cheating on her boyfriend with the gorgeous hung stud that mere mortals like her called Bryce Hunter, as well as the competition she had with Mac over him. The little voice in her head that told her to chill, and take it slow, and preferably in a room upstairs far away from her boyfriend was being drowned out by the desire to fuck this hard cock in her hands. She wanted to mount him right here in the hallway, where Charlie could open the door and see the both of them mid-coitus, as well as Ethan, who was probably fast asleep in the room just down the way from where they stood, furiously jerking each other off in some unspoken competition between them to see who could make the other cum first.

"You should know by now that I'm not a good girl," Rachel said. Her lips were so close to his own lips that his breath tingled the insides of her mouth. "I'm prideful and when I see something I want I take it. I don't care if it belongs to someone else."

"What if you belong to someone else?" Bryce asked. His fingers were inside her up to the knuckles. Giving her intense pleasure as he scooped her fluid-filled insides, while his thumb played Space Invaders with her clitoris.

"I don't belong to anyone," Rachel said. "Charlie and I are together because we both want the same things in life. Our paths are one. We walk it together. I don't belong to him."

"So he won't mind if I do this?" Bryce said.

Before Rachel could question what he meant Bryce withdrew his hand and moved it to his own dick, while his other hand gripped her thigh. In one impressive motion that told her this wasn't the first time he had pulled off this manoeuvre with a woman of similar height to him, Bryce guided his cock to her pussy and in one motion, aided by the copious amounts of fluid she had been producing thanks to his expert fingerwork and her own mindset, pushed himself inside.

Her eyes widened, both in shock at how brazen he was being, and also how good it felt. His shaft slid into her so effortlessly - her vagina spreading wide to accommodate him with an eagerness that was startling - it was like she and him were built to fuck each other. Bryce slid so deep inside her - deeper than any other man had been able to - that Rachel felt like he was penetrating her guts. The warmth of his cock spread out into her body, filling her with his presence like no other man had, even her boyfriend! Rachel prayed that Charlie was asleep, and wouldn't open the door to find his girlfriend and his friend fucking standing up.

"Oh... oh fuck..." she gasped. Having let go of his shaft as it plunged deep into her, Rachel slid her hands over his hips to grip his arse cheeks; squeezing them as she acclimatised to the feeling of having so many inches of Bryce deep inside her (and just how large was he?) "Oh fuck... you're so fucking deep..."

"Deeper than Charlie can go?" He said, grinning like a man who knew he had the biological advantage.

She nodded. "Much, much deeper... oh shit... it's like you're all the way up inside my guts... how can you be so fucking deep inside me?"

"You're the one with the vagina, you tell me."

Rachel grinned. "I didn't pay much attention in sex education classes," she said. "I learn by doing."

"I figured," Bryce said, grinning. With his hands on her hips he moved his own hips to thrust his cock. A hard pace that took no prisoners, shocking Rachel with how aggressive he was being right outside the door beyond which her boyfriend and his friend was maybe sleeping, maybe listening to the sordid sex going on right outside!

"Jesus, Bryce!" She gasped. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rachel stood close to him as he carried on pumping his cock into her. Not balls-deep - just four or five inches - but deep enough that she could feel his thick shaft plunging its heat into her. At this angle Bryce's shaft and head were pressing up against the back of her clit, and with the excitement of doing this right outside her boyfriend's room Rachel could feel an intense orgasm brewing deep inside her. While she would normally love to cum, and cum hard, she did not want to loudly cum right where Charlie could potentially hear her (he knew how she sounded when she came, after all). "Not so hard!"

"Why? I thought you wanted it hard?"

"Yes, but-" Rachel began, then stopped. She realised what Bryce was doing. He was challenging her. So far it had been Rachel chasing Bryce, trying to pin him down and make him betray Charlie with her. She was the aggressor here, but now Bryce was flipping the roles: he was being more aggressive, seeing how far this cheating fuck could go, probably hoping she would bow out and he could save face as the seducer everyone claimed he was (and to be fair, he was.)

Well fuck that.

Moving her hands down to his own hips, Rachel began to fuck him back. Moving her body against his in a reflection of his thrusts. Standing her ground against him as they fucked aggressively right outside where a sleeping boyfriend (who might not be sleeping) could hear them. A part of her screamed that this was such a stupid idea - Charlie could literally open the door at any moment and catch her in the act - but Rachel's pride and horniness had taken the wheel: she was going to show this stud that Rachel Day didn't back off! She was going to fuck this guy into submission.

Bryce realised he'd overplayed his hand, and that Rachel wasn't going to back off, but his own pride kept him fucking her just as good as she was fucking him. Standing right outside the door, the two toned, sexy young adults, in the prime of their lives, with gym-honed bodies, fucked each other aggressively. Already sweat was dripping down their bodies, but their sex had begun, and they were fit with insane amounts of stamina. Minutes tracked past and the two kept fucking, their eyes locked as they dared the other to back out before the sex became too loud and too risky.

"He's gonna hear!" Bryce hissed quietly after five or ten minutes.

"Stop fucking me then!" Rachel whispered in reply. A smug grin on her face as she knew Bryce would not back down, not when it felt so good having sex with her. His cock felt incredible as it pistoned inside her, a fact made more amazing when she considered Bryce wasn't even using his full length! This was only part of his colossal dick. How would it feel if he started fucking her with his whole organ? Going proper balls deep into her?

It was going to feel incredible.

"You first!" Bryce gasped. He wasn't going to back out either! Not least because it felt so good to finally be inside Rachel Day! Her pussy was so fucking tight around his cock, squeezing it as he pulled back, and just as tight when he pushed his sensitive cock head deep inside. Bryce also wanted to use his full length - these half-cock thrusts he was doing, necessitated by their current positions - felt fucking great, but he knew that going balls-deep into this horny black woman would feel even better.

Fuck it.

Rachel had just enough time to wrap her arms back around his neck when Bryce picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to bounce her on his dick. With her cunt above his cock, he plunged it deep up into her. Balls-fucking-deep. Rachel bit down onto his neck as she felt that orgasm blow hard, flooding her body with intense pleasure. It was probably being so close to her sleeping (maybe) bae, but Rachel came way harder than she expected, her limbs locking around Bryce's muscular figure just as her teeth sank into his flesh. The pain of her biting him almost made Bryce cry out, and he clenched hard his teeth to avoid alerting Charlie to what was happening right outside the door.

Then he began to thrust up into her, and Rachel's orgasm decided it wasn't finished with her. Biting down onto his neck as her pleasure continued to pulse through her body, synched perfectly with his thrusts, she moaned softly as she suffered pleasures from two fronts: hers and his body intruding into her.

Bryce, though, felt the pain and saw it as encouragement to fuck her harder. His strong arms bounced her body onto his dick again and again. Sending his massive meat stick plunging up into her with such force it made her body shudder, although it was also the pleasure of feeling his hot flesh penetrate her so deeply that made her convulse.

"God damn!" Bryce gasped. His large, muscular arms strained - veins bulging against his skin - as Bryce bounced Rachel on his dick. Her large black tits were squashed against his pecs, her flesh rolling against his as her body rose and fell with his guidance. "Fuck! You're tight!"

With her orgasm receding Rachel felt confident enough to pull her teeth away from his shoulder to speak to him (she noticed deep bite marks when she opened her eyes, but felt no guilt over it). Her eyes glittered with mischievous glee as she saw him clench his teeth with the pleasure her cunt gave him. "A stud like you should be used to a tight pussy," she whispered. "You've fucked dozens of girls-"

"About a hundred," Bryce said, smirking.

"Then you have even less reason to bitch like a virgin about how my cunt feels."

"I mean it!" Bryce whispered back, as he bounced her aggressively on his cock. He bent his legs to give her landings a little more force, and he grinned as he listened to her trying to suppress her moans. "Your cunt is one of the tightest I've ever fucked! Jesus, girl! You're gonna crush my cock with a pussy this tight!"

"I thought your cock was made of harder stuff?"

"Oh, my cock's hard enough!" Bryce whispered, full of confidence, and Rachel couldn't help but agree! His cock felt like a hot slab of stone penetrating up into her over and over again. How could a guy's cock be so fucking hard? It was inspiring her to use her own muscles to bounce her body against his, keeping this big, thick, hard cock plunging up into her pussy harder and faster than she could ever fuck Charlie. Finally, she had found a guy who could take a pounding. A guy she could ride into the fucking foundations of the house they were in.

The sheer size and hardness of Bryce's cock, and the speed with which he was pounding her, was sending her into the stratosphere: it couldn't have been more than five or ten minutes since she last came, but she was already feeling another orgasm build up inside her. Fuelled by how risky it was having aggressive sex right outside the room where her boyfriend was. Even if Charlie was still asleep, there was a risk he could wake up and need to take a piss. He would open the bedroom door and find his girlfriend bouncing on the rock hard dick of Bryce Hunter!

As she rose and fell in Bryce's arms, Rachel tried to keep an ear out for any sound of footsteps in the room behind her, or elsewhere: Ethan was also on this floor, and even though Mac had often said he was a heavy sleeper, it would be simple bad luck if he woke up and wanted to take a piss.

The threat of being discovered from two possible angles made Rachel hornier than she already was, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Bryce's broad, muscular shoulders, gripping the back of his head, as she pulled her body against his. Her tits were smashed between their toned bodies, the flesh rolling up and down with the frantic motion of Rachel as she fucked herself silly on Bryce's huge cock.

"Oh it's hard... oh it's definitely hard..." Rachel moaned softly, trying to keep her voice down even though all she really wanted to do was scream the house down about how good it felt to be having sex with Bryce Hunter. Even better was that they were having sex right where her boyfriend could discover them! All that Charlie had to do was open the door to the room and there she would be, bouncing in the arms of someone Charlie called a friend.

"Hardest dick you've taken?" Bryce whispered, confident that her reply would be affirmative.

It was: "oh, fuck yes!" Rachel moaned as she continued to bounce hard on his dick. "So fucking hard! How can you be so fucking hard? What the hell are you made of down there? Oh, I'm gonna ride this cock until dawn! God! I've been waiting for a cock like this!"

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" Bryce gasped. The effort of keeping her bouncing on his dick so tough his generous muscles were beginning to hurt, but he didn't slow down: he wanted to make her cum all over his dick again. He wanted to see her struggle not to scream out in pleasure as he made her cum on his big, hard dick.

"So long!" Rachel gasped quietly in response. "Since we first met! Oh... how different things would be if I had met you before Charlie..."

"But you two are good for each other," Bryce said, and he meant it. He had never met an ambitious pair of people as Charlie and Rachel. It made a guy like Bryce, who was happy to go with the flow and see where life would take him, just a little bit jealous. To see two people who had their entire lives planned out, with all the probable bumps and pitfalls planned for and taken into account. Charlie and Rachel were going to the top, and while Bryce wouldn't want to go anywhere near the sort of hellholes they were plotting to get into (like politics), he did admire their determination.

Despite the situation - riding her boyfriend's friend's massive dick, right outside the room where her dear boyfriend may or may not be sleeping - Rachel couldn't help but smile at Bryce's comment. "Yeah... we're really good for each other," she said, which made her feel just a little bit ashamed about the act of cheating she was currently involved in. Only a little: the feeling of Bryce's cock plunging up into her over and over was triggering an intense reaction deep inside her pussy. One that Rachel knew would be hurtling her to a really intense orgasm.

It probably would not do to cum so hard right outside this door. Rachel needed to move Bryce away from it, but the man was intensely fixated on bouncing her on his cock as hard and fast as he could. So she took matters in her own hand: releasing her hold on the back of his head, Rachel fell backwards. Her hands shot out to catch the door frame before she collides with the door. With her purchase on the door frame, Rachel pushed hard.

Stumbling backwards, Bryce reached back and caught the banisters, preventing himself from falling. With a glare at her he quietly hissed "what the fuck?"

"We need to move upstairs!" She hissed back, her legs still gripping his waist, and her arms had wrapped around his shoulders. She was stark naked, but he still wore his beach shorts; pulled down at the front to allow his cock exit to fuck her. "If we keep fucking I am going to cum so hard this whole house will hear!"

With a malicious grin Bryce couldn't help but reply "we could stop, if it's getting too hot for you."

"Fuck off!" She snapped. "I ain't backing out of this! You started something, now we're gonna finish it!"

"'I' started something?!? You were the one that's been jerking me off under the table right in front of her boyfriend!"

"You started this by being so fucking hot and fuckable!"

"I feel objectified," Bryce whispered bluntly.

"Good!" She said, "because I am completely objectifying you, Bryce Hunter. You are hot and sexy and I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk, but we can't do it here right outside the room my boyfriend is inside!"

"Then cum quietly!" Bryce hissed back. Like her he wasn't going to back out of this fuck just because there was a significant chance of Charlie hearing them. Her pussy really was one of the tightest he'd ever fucked, and that included that wild part-succubus chick he'd fucked on campus a couple of months back. Now she had a tight-as-fuck pussy, but Rachel's had a grip that was almost animalistic in the way she sucked down his dick. Like a wolf devouring its prey. Bryce wanted to fuck this woman into submission, even thought a part of him wondered if she was going to destroy him.

"I don't want to cum quietly," Rachel said. She pushed him back; Bryce caught himself before he collided with the stairs, and lowered himself onto the steps as she gripped the banisters beside them and began to use her purchase on the wooden supports to twist her hips, rotating her vagina around Bryce's dick like a hula-hoop around someone's waist. "I want to cum hard! I want to feel what Mac's felt all week! I want to feel what makes her fuck you even at the risk of fucking up her relationship with Ethan!"

"It's a curse being so fucking good at fucking," Bryce said, and allowed himself a smug smirk. Despite all of his misgivings about cheating on his friends with their girlfriends, Bryce found it a massive boost to his ego to have these women literally fighting each other over him. What guy wouldn't? So he might as well let Rachel find out what Mac had been so desperate to have every day for the last week, and the places they'd fucked! How Ethan hadn't caught them yet was beyond Bryce, but then his friend hadn't woken up when Bryce had taken... Erica, was it? Fuck... whatever: Ethan hadn't noticed Bryce and Erica fucking all around Bryce's room until the pair had literally rolled on top of him (Ethan).

To be fair Bryce hadn't noticed Ethan either. Maybe being fucking clueless was a curse to them both.

"Don't let it get to your head," Rachel said, although she was smirking as well as she continued to rotate a tight pussy around Bryce's dick. She loved feeling him press against her insides from all different angles, as she rotated her hips faster; more confident with this new position as they continued their stair fuck. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that they hadn't got that far from the room where Charlie slept, but Rachel was too in love with fucking Bryce's dick to even let up for a single moment, and certainly not long enough for them to walk up the stairs to the room Bryce was sharing with Frankie (and where had the insane French chick gone with Mac?)

"Too late!"

"Eugh!" Rachel groaned, partly because of him, and partly because of how good his cock felt as she twirled it around inside her like she was stirring her guts (and Bryce was so deep inside her it certainly felt like he was up in her guts!) "God, you guys! I love my men to be confident as fuck!"

"Well I'm confident in my fucking!" Bryce said. Bracing his legs against the lower step, he began to move his own hips in counter to Rachel's motions. The feeling was incredible, and just as intense as when they'd been pumping their organs against each other near the door earlier. Having had sex with Frankie earlier in the evening Bryce wasn't in any hurry to cum again, but the way Rachel gripped his cock with her cunt was intense, and he could feel his balls churn with fresh cum with her efforts. The thought of emptying his balls inside another of his friend's girlfriends was fucking hot, even if it did simultaneously fill Bryce with shame for what he was currently doing.

He hadn't planned on having sex with another of his friend's girlfriends this weekend - he had only been expecting to have more cheating sex with Mac - but now he'd gotten his cock in Rachel Day there wasn't a catastrophe on Earth that would stop Bryce cuming inside Rachel now! Aliens could land outside and he'd not stop thrusting his dick into her (and Bryce suspected Rachel wouldn't give a shit either!)

He was right: Rachel was loving how Bryce's huge dick felt as it shifted inside her, keeping the pleasure on her pussy coming (cuming?) from different angles, as they both moved their hips against each other. It was stirring intense feelings inside her, and Rachel knew it wouldn't be long before she came, but she was still too close to the room where Charlie slept! She wanted to cum loudly, and she couldn't if there was a chance her boyfriend would hear her!

"Need to move further up," she moaned, as she rode Bryce on the stairs. Their groins made wet sounds as the organs grinded against each other. Not too loud, hopefully, that anyone in the bedrooms across from where they fucked on the stairs could hear; either Ethan (who was hopefully fast asleep) and Charlie (who was also, if the gods be good, fast asleep.) Sweat was running down her smooth black skin, between those huge tits of hers and along the definition of her toned stomach.

Bryce was also working up a sweat, as he continued to move his hips against hers. Keeping their pleasure at an intense level that wasn't hurtling either of them towards an orgasm, but still providing a pleasurable ride for the both of them. Neither of them were in a hurry to move any further up the stairs, not when their current position was so good for the both of them.

"Hmm... I can feel why Mac was so desperate to get you alone this weekend," Rachel purred quietly. "This plan of yours with Frankie was quite devilish... having her be your plus-one, so when people hear sounds of sex coming from your room they're not going to get suspicious... must have been hard last weekend when you were by yourself..."

"It was tough," Bryce said, "but we managed it." God! It felt so good twisting his dick inside her. He wasn't going to cum for a while at this pace, but neither was he looking to speed up the tempo; Bryce was enjoying having sex with Rachel right here on the stairs, and the risk that at any moment her boyfriend could open the door (probably to take a piss) and discover his girlfriend riding his best friend made the erotic fuck just that bit spicier.

Fuck... Bryce was becoming quite the vile seducer of taken women... but in his defence they had basically been throwing themselves at him all day. What was a guy to do? Refuse the advances of beautiful women? What was he, gay? (And if he was, and there were beautiful men throwing themselves at him, Bryce wasn't going to refuse them either!)

"You're half right, though," Bryce said, bucking his hips to thrust his cock up deep into her as she bounced on his hips. Together they managed to move their sweaty bodies, still furiously colliding against each other (although as quietly as they could manage) up one step. An awkward movement that required an unspoken coordinated effort between them.

Hanging above him, supporting herself by an iron-fast grip on the banisters, Rachel raised an eyebrow as she rode him. "What do you mean?"

"Frankie's not just a plus-one..." Bryce said, smirking. "She has... other talents..."

"Didn't plan to spend all your weekend time fucking Mac?"

"Not the talents I meant," Bryce said, then he dropped his head back and sighed, "but she is so good in the sack..."

"Better than me?"

"We've just got started, babe," Bryce said, bringing his head back up to smile a devilish smile at her. "You need to fuck me a lot more than this before I start grading your performance."

"Oh... is that how it is?" Rachel said. Lifting herself more upright, she regarded him with a bemused smirk as she moved her hips; alternating between thrusting down onto his dick, and rotating to squeeze his cock with her vice-like cunt. Shifting her posture to keep him pressing against all sides of her pussy; it felt good for her, and she could tell from the way his breathing was getting heavier that it felt really good for him as well!

"That's how it is," Bryce echoed, grinning like someone who was confident they were going to fuck like no other man in her life, including her boyfriend! "You've been crazy as hell for my dick all day, now you're all over it you better show me you're good enough."

"Oh I'm good enough, all right!" Rachel said. She flexed her hips more aggressively now, squeezing his big dick from all angles. Bryce moaned softly with how good it felt, and how swollen his balls were beginning to feel from this vaginal stimulation. While he was still a ways from cuming, he knew by the time he did it was going to be a veritable tsunami of sperm! "I'm gonna ride you good, Bryce Hunter! You'll be screaming for release before I'm done with you!"

"Bring it on, you sexy wolf girl!"

Baring her fangs, Rachel used her grip on the banisters to rock her hips against Bryce's own, taking his big baseball bat of a cock from all kinds of angles, as the two fucked furiously on the stairs. With great effort a few more steps were climbed: Bryce hauling himself up, before planting his ass - still covered by his beach clothes - on a higher step. They were making excruciatingly slow progress up the stairs to the room where Rachel felt she could cum without worry of being heard, and the feeling of grinding her pussy on this huge cock was too good! She was going to cum soon!

"We need to move faster!" She groaned, rotating her hips against Bryce's dick. Their organs squelching as they moved against each other; Rachel was wet as fuck, but Bryce was also producing a heck of a lot of cum of the 'pre-' variety. So much so that Rachel couldn't wait to find out how much he could actually pump as he climaxed! Charlie came a respectable amount, but Bryce would probably inflate her like a balloon with how much was probably brewing in his balls right now. It had been a long time since she had been pumped full to bursting with a man's seed, and Rachel was eager for that feeling of being bloated with cum.

"Don't worry," Bryce said, smirking as he watched her bounce on top of him. "I've got a plan."

Before Rachel could inquire as to what this plan might involve, Bryce reached up and gripped her wrists; with a strength that wasn't surprising considering his muscular build, he pulled her down onto him until her breasts were squished between their toned bodies, and her lips were right next to his. Bryce smashed his lips against hers, creating a seal with their mouths, as he began to thrust his cock up into her with such power and ferocity that Rachel's gently growing orgasm began a bubbling mass of red hot magma waiting for cataclysmic eruption.

"HMMM!!!" She moaned into his mouth. How could he be fucking her so hard right up the stairs from the room where her boyfriend was (maybe) sleeping? Has Bryce lost his mind? Or was he daring her to cum, with such a great risk that Charlie would hear? Was he seeing just how far she was willing to take this hot, cheating sex? Just how far was she willing to go to get a feel of Bryce Hunter's legendary sexual prowess?

Well fuck: Rachel Day wasn't a quitter. If he wanted her to cum, then she was going to cum. Besides, this cock felt so good pistoning up until her like a meat battering ram. Plunging deep into her guts, until it felt like he was going to keep ploughing through until his cock head kissed the back of her tonsils. Her fingers spasmed uselessly - her wrists still held by Bryce - as she felt her orgasm grow and grow inside her, until it couldn't be contained anymore: she needed to cum! She needed that sense of release, that burst of intense pleasure! She couldn't keep it at bay! Charlie be damned: she needed to cum!

"HMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Rachel moaned loudly into Bryce's mouth. The sound barely audible in the dark house, for so tightly were the horny pair smashing their lips together. Bryce's tonsils vibrated with the force of the muffled scream the woman released, as pleasure exploded throughout her body. Her arms and legs twisted into forms that should by all rights be thoroughly unnatural, and her back arched, forcing her large breasts against Bryce's muscular chest so hard that it felt like she was going to break his ribs. Her orgasm ripped through her like a volcanic explosion, spewing molten pleasure throughout her flesh.

"HMMM!!!" Bryce moaned in reply as he struggled not to cum himself, but Rachel's vagina squeezed his dick so tightly it was threatening to tip him right over the edge and unleash the tidal wave of cum that was currently bubbling away in his balls. Clutching his kegels, Bryce resisted his balls' desire to cum for as long as he could, hoping to ride out Rachel's intense orgasm before his dick control surrendered to the power of her vagina.

Rachel, meanwhile, was in a world of pleasure, as she experienced a Bryce-induced orgasm. Exploding in her pussy and erupting outward in a pyroclastic flow of euphoria. Her legs kicked out against the banisters, as her arms strained against his grip, all the while her mouth crushed his and her moans were lost inside him.

"HMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Alas, even intense orgasms had to eventually end, and when Rachel finally came to her senses, opened her eyes, and broke her lips from Bryce, she found him regarding her with a very proud expression on his very handsome face. "OK," she whispered. "You're not half-bad."

"Just that?" Bryce said, pretending to look hurt by her words. "Here I thought I rocked your world!"

"Not yet - it's a little tricky to have my world rocked in such an... awkward place - but if we get upstairs to your room I'm sure you can blow me away with this amazing dick of yours!"

Bryce made a face: "hmm... sounds like someone wants to move away from the room where her boyfriend is sleeping," he said. "Worried he might hear us?"

"How are you not worried?!?" Rachel quietly hissed in reply. "He's your friend! How do you think Charlie will react to finding you fucking his girl?"

"First of all you've been begging to get on my cock all day!" Bryce hissed back. "You had your feet wrapped around my dick at dinner! You and Mac practically fought each other on the stairs coming up here to fuck me! You've been gagging for it all week, I reckon! I knew I saw someone watching from the house when me and Mac were fucking outside that last night: that was you, weren't it?"

Rachel nodded, smiling despite herself and the situation. She began to move her hips again, loving how it felt inside her despite the continuing risk that Charlie could open the door and find them near the bend in the stairs, naked (well, Bryce almost) and joined as girlfriend and her boyfriend's friend should never be.

"Hmm... you've been thinking about this for a while, then?" Bryce said, seemingly finding the idea kind of hot.

She nodded. "For quite a while," Rachel said. "You and Mac were fucking like animals. I've never heard a woman make sounds like that. I wanted to know how it felt. I wanted to feel what she was feeling."

"And now you have, what do you think?"

"I like it," she said, her eyes flaring with lust. "I like it a lot."

Looking like the cat that had not only gotten the cream, but the cream factory as well, Bryce pulled Rachel close again, but this time to spin them both around so that she was beneath him with her back against the wooden steps. Feeling the cold wood against her skin - the edges digging into her spine, arse, and legs - she wondered how Bryce could manage to enjoy this romp against such an uncomfortable surface, but then he began to pump his dick into her once again, and Rachel's discomfort with the stairs was quickly forgotten as the pleasure of his rigid, iron-hard cock sliding back and forth inside her flooded her mind with intense endorphins. He reached up and braced himself against the stairs above her as he continued to plunge all of his inches deep into her.

"Oh... oh fuck... if you keep doing this... I'm gonna cum again..." Rachel moaned as he continued to pump his cock deep and hard. "You better get ready to drown out my screams again, Bryce! Your cock feels great - too fucking good! - and I don't think I'm going to be able to hold it in if you keep making me feel so good! Oh shit... I'm gonna be so fucking loud..."

"You can just stop fucking me..." Bryce said, smiling, as he knew there was no way Rachel was going to let him stop: she wanted him to fuck her senseless. Now that she'd got a taste of his dick she wouldn't stop if Charlie himself burst out of the room down the steps and looked up to see his girlfriend being nailed into the stairs by his friend. Rachel would probably demand Bryce to keep fucking her until she came, all while her boyfriend watched. The fact that the thought was turning him on caused Bryce some deep shame, but the feeling of Rachel's pussy gripping his cock as he slammed it deep into her kept him going. He knew he wouldn't stop either. Even if everyone in the whole damn house woke up and saw them fucking. Just like with Mac, it wasn't just that Bryce was having sex with an incredible woman, but it was also because said woman belonged to another man. He was fucking someone else's girlfriend, and he was fucking her better than her boyfriend ever could.

It was wonderfully primal, and Bryce couldn't help but be empowered by it, even as he was ashamed that he felt such things, especially as said boyfriend was a good friend of his.

"Fuck off with that shit," Rachel whispered as she struggled to hold back her moans. God! His cock felt so good as he pistoned it deep into her; the feeling of his flesh sliding against hers, the feeling of his girth as it spread her vagina wide, the feeling of his hot cock head pounding against the back of her pussy... all of it!

"But Charlie could hear us..." Bryce said. He tried to sound nonplussed about it - trying to sound all sexy and hot, and all that - but truth be told he was still worried that at any moment Charlie could come out of the room and discover his girlfriend getting railed on the stairs! Even worse was that Bryce would probably still continue to fuck his (Charlie's) girl!

"Oh God!" Rachel moaned as quietly as she could. The threat of her boyfriend opening the door for a late night piss to find his girlfriend on her back with his friend pumping his big hard cock into her was still just as real as it had been when they'd fucked almost right against the door itself. With great effort she pulled herself up a step or two - Bryce following her and ploughing his dick deep into her without pause - until the door where she had come from was just out of sight. Still not high enough, but neither of them wanted to stop their fucking to actually walk up some fucking stairs.

"Try not to be too loud," Bryce whispered unnecessarily. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued to plough his cock deep into her. His thigh muscles were already screaming with this treatment, as he used them to pump his rock hard dick deep into this horny black woman's tight cunt. His balls were aching with all the cum brewing inside, and while Bryce would like nothing more right now than to blow his load deep into Rachel's cunt, he also wanted to keep her begging for it. Bryce didn't fear getting sore - he never did - but he did enjoy making sex as loaded as possible in her favour. Nothing made him harder than hearing a woman moan in pleasure as he made her cum.

So long as they didn't wake their sleeping boyfriends.

"Oh... God... you don't know how tough that is..." Rachel moaned quietly in reply. Together they managed to haul their sweaty bodies up another step. They were almost around the curve in the stairs, where it bent back to climb up to the floor above. While Rachel hoped that Bryce and she were out of sight, she had little belief that their grunts and moans would be missed by anyone wandering across the landing towards the toilets, no matter how sleep-addled they might be. She tried to moan more quietly, but the feeling of Bryce entering her again and again with his thick cock was so intense Rachel couldn't help but whimper with the pleasure shooting up through her body from her pussy.

"I could stop."

"Don't you fucking dare!" She hissed, then regretted how loudly she had. In a quieter tone of voice Rachel added "I've worked too hard for this! I want you to fuck me, Bryce Hunter! I want you to fuck me all night long! Show me how good you fuck! Show me what women keep flocking to! Show me how you can get girls who already have boyfriends to suck your cock! Show me how good you can fuck!"

In answer Bryce knelt on the step below her and picked her up by the hips, using his purchase on her arse to drive his cock into her harder and faster than he had been doing so far, since he had seized control when he rolled on top. With a wild grin on his face, he began to pump his cock into her with more determination than before. He felt his thick inches sliding back and forth inside her, gripped to the point of almost being crushed by the pressure exerted by Rachel's tight-as-fuck pussy. Bryce really hadn't fucked a pussy as tight as Rachel's - not even Mac's cunt had gripped his cock as tightly as she did, and it was a struggle not to give in to his balls' demand to empty into this horny black woman.

As much as the feeling of dumping his cum into Rachel Day would be incredible, and as sure as Bryce was that his cock would stay hard despite the intensity of the orgasm brewing inside his cock, he wasn't ready yet to plaster her insides with his sperm. Bryce wanted to make her struggle not to scream out loud. Make her struggle not to wake the whole house with her cries of pleasure. He knew he was playing a dangerous game here - Bryce didn't want Charlie to discover the pair of them fucking any more than Rachel did - but the erotic thrill of fucking on the line, when a moment of carelessness would mean the difference between their continuing sordid secrecy, and the ruination of friendships, was too powerful a drug. He wanted this moment to continue forever: this terrible betrayal happening just metres away from one of his friends.

"Oh fuck!" Rachel gasped as quietly as she could, even while the pleasures flooding through her made her want to scream out loud for everyone in the house to hear. "You're going so fucking deep! So fucking hard! How can a cock be so fucking hard?!? You're not human, Bryce! You're a sex machine! Oh God... your big, thick cock is spearing me so hard! You're gonna break through my fucking cervix at this rate!"

"Great!" Bryce said. "Then I can just empty my balls straight into your womb!"

"That's so hot!" Rachel moaned. "But also so fucking painful... don't do that!"

"Don't worry, babe," Bryce said, giving her a wink as he held onto her hips and thrust his dick deep into a horny, wet and cum-hungry pussy. "I won't break you."

Looking up at him, Rachel smiled sweetly. "Though I may break you," she purred.

That made Bryce's cock jump inside her, and Rachel smirked when she felt the feedback from her words. This guy was so horny and hard for her, and Rachel was eager to encourage him to fuck her harder against the stairs. This position was allowing Bryce to drive his dick hard and deep into her, making her shudder with each deep thrust of his dick. The sensitive tip of his dick pummeling her cervix like he wanted to bust through and blow his load straight into her womb, just like Rachel had clumsily said.

"Don't fuck me too hard," Rachel moaned, "or I might wake up Charlie..."

Bryce grinned despite the situation. "Unless he's already up!"

"Oh don't!" Rachel moaned softly, although she was appalled that she found the idea hot as hell. Even if it destroyed her relationship with the man she wanted to rule the world with, there was a part of her that saw the picture of Charlie walking out and finding them on the stairs fucking really hot: her sordid mind's eye pictured him slump in dejectment, his usual confidence shattered by the sight of a bigger, thicker cock as it gave Rachel pleasures Charlie's smaller dick could never.

But then the rest of her mind slapped that part of her silly by reminding it that as endowed as Bryce was, he didn't have the drive, the confidence, the ruthlessness that Charlie Campbell possessed. Her boyfriend was going places. Bryce might get somewhere - maybe, although what he could get out of the crapfest of a higher education body that was the University of Eroshire Rachel didn't know - but he would never get as high as Charlie would. He would never go the distance like Charlie would.

Rachel loved her boyfriend. She loved his ambition, his pride, his competence. Bryce had none of those, and while he may have the better cock - currently fucking her harder than Charlie ever could - he wouldn't give her the life she wanted for herself like Charlie could. For that reason, and that reason alone, Rachel knew she could never let Charlie know what she was doing with Bryce. This was pure carnal lust. Nothing else. She was using Bryce like a living dildo to get herself off over and over, until she couldn't walk. There's no love here, she told herself as she was nailed to the stairs over and over again by Bryce and his huge, hot, thick and powerful cock.

"Oh fuck... Bryce... you're so fucking big and hard..." Rachel moaned, as quietly as she could, as he nailed her good and hard repeatedly with his dick, causing her body to shake and shudder with not only the hard impacts as his cock plunged deep into her, but also the intense pleasure he caused each time his hard shaft slid against her tight flesh. The both of them were oozing so much fluids that Rachel's pussy was gushing all over the stairs each time Bryce pulled his shaft out, drawing so much fluids out to soak the wooden step beneath their battling organs.

"You like this?" Bryce grunted quietly. "You like me fucking you good and hard? Harder than he can?"

There was no need for Bryce to qualify who he meant by that particular pronoun: Rachel knew he meant Charlie, who hopefully was still living in blissful ignorance of what was happening on the steps just outside the room. "Such a bad friend," she purred as her body rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts. "Being so mean to your friend like that... what did Charlie ever do to you to deserve such a cucking?"

"He's a scary fuck!" Bryce said, grinning despite his words, and Rachel couldn't help but smirk, agreeing with what he said. Charlie gave the appearance of a jovial tubby ginger, but beneath that adorably pudgy exterior was an interior of steel. He was the man for Rachel, but fear of what he would do if he found them (Bryce and herself) engaged like this kept her moans as quiet as she could, although Bryce was making the attempt to be stealthy a difficult one.

"Hmm... he is... so don't make me cum too hard!" Rachel moaned. "We don't want him waking up, do we? Not if you want to... hmm... keep fucking me like this... so good... oh fuck... Bryce... I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me with your hard cock... oh shit... you better get ready..."

Spurred on by her words, Bryce gripped her hips and ploughed his cock into her. He twisted his hips as he plunged his dick deep into her horny, tight pussy, keeping her pleasure coming from different angles, and he was rewarded with her eyes closing as Rachel struggled to contain herself.

"Oh... oh Bryce... oh you're fucking me so good... so fucking good... please... please keep fucking me... keep fucking me with your big, hard cock... oh fuck... I'm so glad it's not Mac you're fucking tonight... I'm happy it's me... you're fucking me... we're fucking on the stairs... oh fuck... I can't scream... Charlie will hear... he will hear and see us fucking... oh, but you're so good... you feel so good... so fucking good... don't stop, even if Charlie comes out of that room... don't stop fucking me..."

"I don't think you mean that!" Bryce said, again grinning despite the situation they were both in. Surely it was obvious to Rachel that if her boyfriend exited the room they were both really fucked? They had almost managed to make it around the bend in the stairs, but their sweaty limbs were surely in sight of anyone on the landing they had just left. If Charlie left his room to wander down the landing towards the bathroom at the end, he would definitely see two figures engaged in frantic, fast-paced coitus on the stairs.

"Oh... but I do..." Rachel opened her eyes to gaze up at him with such lust and want that Bryce almost lost it and blew his load right inside her right then and there! Luckily his iron-tight dick control won out, and he managed to keep fucking her hard and fast as she regarded him with such intense 'fuck me' eyes, that a lesser man would have blown his entire future's worth of cum into her. "I want you to fuck me, Bryce. Fuck me to an inch of my life. Show me how hard you can fuck with this cock of yours. Break me. Fucking break me with your power, Bryce. Show me your raw sexual strength."

God... how could he refuse? Bryce's fingers clutched the warm black flesh of her thighs and pounded her as hard as he could; his cock plunged so deep and fast into her that Bryce's body shook with the impact - he had no idea how the hell Rachel was taking it, but there was was, lifting her body off of the steps, hands gripping the banisters tightly, as she twisted and flexed with pleasure. Her teeth were clenched in an effort not to scream out loud with how good it felt. Sweat poured down her nubile body, flowing between her tits and down her flat stomach.

"Hmmm!" Rachel moaned through her clenched teeth. Jesus! This cock was driving her insane! She was going to cum soon! She was going to cum so hard that everyone in the house - in the fucking street! - was going to hear her! She couldn't keep it in! She couldn't contain it! It had to be unleashed! She had to cum loud! She needed that release! Otherwise Rachel was going to explode with barely contained orgasmic fury and take out everyone in the building with her!

Beside her the wooden banisters creaked with the strain she was putting them through. Wood splintered beneath her fingers, as Rachel's true strength bled through the glam she kept up even while fucking Bryce on the stairs. All the while his cock kept pounding her, spreading her wider than any other man had ever, as Bryce fucked her towards the biggest cum of her life (so far!)

"Ohh... oh fuck..." Rachel moaned as he kept fucking her. "Oh God... Bryce... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum all over you... oh shit... I can feel it... it's gonna be so fucking big... oh God... Bryce... Bryce... you need to do something! Fast! Oh my God! I'm gonna cum! I'm GONNA CU-"

He was so fast: one moment he was leaning back giving her his dick harder and faster, encouraged by her words as Rachel approached the biggest orgasm of her life, then Bryce used his tight purchase on her hips to flip her upright: Rachel's large chest collided with his, as their faces met, their lips fastening together in an impenetrable seal just as Rachel's scream exploded from her lungs. Wrapping her arms around his neck she exhaled directly into his mouth as pleasure exploded inside her.

Muscles clenched: her arms and legs wrapped around his body and held fast. So tightly that Bryce almost fell backwards down the stairs in shock. He was a strong guy, but the strength in this woman was beyond a girl her size and build suggested! Rachel's body coiled around his as she continued to scream deep into his mouth - their lips fastened so tightly little sound could escape - and Bryce gripped the banisters to stop his momentum from falling backwards down the stairs. All the while this woman who had wrapped herself so tightly around him continued to experience the most incredible orgasm of her life.

Rachel was on another plane of existence: Bryce's struggle not to fall down the stairs, with her attached, was barely registering with her. Instead she was occupied with her mind melting. Synapses exploding as an intense flood of pleasure echoed inside her body like the shockwave of a nuclear explosion still making the ground shake long after that mushroom cloud had extended miles into the sky. Her eyes were shut fast, the sound of her blood pumping through her veins drowning out all other noise, and the last vestiges of what could pass as conscious thought inside her wondered if Charlie had heard.

He hadn't, thankfully: Charlie slept peacefully in his bed, oblivious to what his girlfriend was currently up to on the stairs just outside the bedroom door.

Instead someone else was up, and he opened the door just as Rachel regained her senses, and had broken her vacuum-pack fix on Bryce's lips to regard the man who had just fucked her to an inch of her life with a very pleased expression.

That expression turned to horror as she heard footsteps on the landing. Bryce mirrored her expression.

Neither of them moved.

Rachel, being the one with the best view of the floor they had just left, watched as a familiar figure walked past the bottom of the stairs, his back to the both of them, on his way to the bathroom on the other end of the landing. She held her breath as she watched Ethan disappear from sight, having not seen either Rachel or Bryce, mostly naked save for the beachwear still clinging to Bryce's arse, on his (Ethan's) path towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed.

"Fuck!" Bryce whispered. "That was close!"

"Up! Quickly!" She replied.

Carrying her in one arm, Bryce used the banister to haul himself quickly up the stairs. Rachel clung to his shoulders, while her strong legs were wrapped around his waist (his thick cock, having survived her strong orgasm without experiencing one of his own, was still hard and sheathed inside her). Crossing over from the stairs to the door of the room Bryce had been sharing with Frankie, neither of them said a word until he had closed the door behind them.

"Holy shit!" He gasped, grinning despite how close they had come to someone discovering their illicit fuck (someone who wasn't also trying to fuck Bryce, to be clear.) "That was so fucking close!"

"I know!" Rachel said. She was also grinning madly, even though they had come so close to Ethan seeing the both of them engaged in hot sweaty stair sex. She had no idea how long they had been having sex, but Bryce hadn't yet cum, while she had cum several times! Rachel enjoyed cuming, but she also wanted to see her partner experience his own orgasm (and feel his results inside her.) It was annoying her now that she'd not been plastered in Bryce's seed yet. "I hope that hasn't given you a second wind, mister: I wanted you to be on the edge by now!"

"Sorry, babe," Bryce said, grinning. "I think I can keep going for a while now before I pump my first load inside you." At her expression he held up one hand, palm towards her. "Hey! In my defence I want to cum inside you! But I'm not going to force myself to cum just because you want the scores to be even. I want to make it so in your favour."

"Hmm?" Rachel said, liking the idea of that. "How much in my favour?"

"How about we find out?" He said.

Carrying her to the sofa beside the window, Bryce placed his arse on the cushions and began to encourage her to rock her hips against him. Taking his hint, Rachel held onto his shoulders and moved her hips back and forth, sliding his thick cock in and out of her. Bryce had chosen to sit at an angle, so they were almost fucking side-on to the sofa; Rachel reached out with one hand to brace herself against the back of the sofa, using it as purchase to begin rocking her hips faster and harder against him.

With the door to the room closed behind them, Rachel felt brave enough to moan louder than she'd been doing so on the stairs, although not too loud: while the walls in this house were old and thick, Rachel was not sure how much anyone in the other rooms could hear through those walls. They were almost directly above where Charlie was sleeping, and she didn't want to wake her boyfriend any more than waking either Zhu or Junji, who were probably asleep in the room next door to this one!

They wouldn't be asleep for much longer: as she gained speed, rocking back and forth harder on Bryce's massive cock, Rachel began to feel another orgasm brew within her. She had cum so hard earlier she had almost blacked out, but the feeling of Bryce's hard inches sliding back and forth inside her was once again causing an intense reaction. Rachel could cum quickly in succession if she was feeling it, and with Charlie she usually felt it. To have this feeling with Bryce, but even more intense, was everything she had wanted when she'd started pursuing Bryce earlier today.

Now here she was riding his dick on the sofa in the room he was sharing with the woman he had invited to this weekend getaway purely to serve as an alibi for any sex sounds coming from his room, when Bryce would actually be fucking Mac. Instead Bryce was fucking Rachel, and Mac was nowhere to be-

Actually she was peering around the door staring at the two of them with her freaky eyes. Pausing, Rachel stared at Mac, as Bryce turned around to look at what had caught his lover's attention. As the two of them watched, Mac raised a finger and pointed at Rachel, who flinched, wondering what sort of telekinetic shit her friend was about to unleash.

"This weekend!" Mac whispered loudly across the room. The finger was raised upward. "Just this once!"

Then she vanished behind the door, closing it behind her.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Bryce asked no one.

"Don't be silly!" Rachel commented, resuming her motions despite the oddity of the interruption. Before long the sensation of riding Bryce's rock hard dick on the sofa swept away all concerns, and she enjoyed the feeling of sitting on his lap, grinding his cock, for a while before a thought occurred to her: "Where is Frankie?" She looked at Bryce, as if he would immediately know where his friend (with benefits) would be right now, if not looking after Mac (apparently). Like the two of them had some sort of telepathic bond. "Where is that weird freak friend of yours?"

Surprisingly, Bryce smiled: Rachel realised she'd expected her question to be a rhetorical one. "So Frankie wasn't just going to be an excuse for Mac to be really loud," Bryce said. "She was also going to be an alibi."

Before Rachel could ask what Bryce meant, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Lying down on her back, Rachel smiled as he gripped her ankles and lifted her legs up, bracing them against his chest, as Bryce began to plough his dick hard. Rachel's head fell back against the sheets, and she closed her eyes and moaned loudly; the question of where Frankie had disappeared now forgotten.

~~~~~

In the room directly beneath where Bryce and Rachel were having sex, Charlie Campbell awoke. Hearing the unmistakable sounds of squeaking bed springs above, he smiled as he thought of Bryce having sex with the green-tinged minx. Checking the time on his phone, his eyebrows rose when he realised he had fallen asleep to the sounds of Bryce having sex with Frankie upstairs, and awoke a couple hours later to still hear them having sex. The stamina of his friend was insane (and, to be fair, Frankie's stamina was stupid too!)

"Don't they ever get tired?" He muttered aloud. Remembering that he wasn't sleeping alone, he turned to the other side to regard the sleeping form of his girlfriend. Seeing that Rachel hadn't awoken - her messy afro was still, and her sides slowly rose and fell as she breathed - he gently stroked a hand down the side of her black skin, revealed bare with the covers halfway down her body. Not unusual, as Rachel often turned this way and that when she slept (as did Charlie), and they often awoke with the covers tangled.

At his touch she stirred.

"Sorry babe, did I wake you up?" Charlie said.

"I don't mind," his girlfriend replied. She sounded a little sleepy, and Charlie was ashamed for a moment about waking her, but then she turned around, and those incredible breasts of hers were illuminated in the light coming through from the moon outside, and whatever thoughts Charlie may have had for his partner were replaced by lust for this tall black woman and her incredible body.

He much preferred her actual body, but Charlie recognised Rachel was insecure about how she looked.

"Good," he said, continuing to run his hands down her thighs, following the contours of her pelvis until he found her pussy. "Because I can't sleep with that noise upstairs."

"Neither can I," his girlfriend said, smiling sweetly. "What would you like to do?"

"Hmm..." Charlie said, making a face as he thought. Then he smiled, and told her.

~~~~~

It was when he walked back into the room that Ethan realised Mac wasn't in bed. He wondered where she was: she'd definitely been beside him when he had fallen asleep, after they had made love for the second time. As he had literally just come back from the bathroom she obviously hadn't gotten up to take a piss.

Had she gone downstairs to the kitchen? Maybe for a glass of water?

Then Ethan became aware of the sounds of sex going on upstairs. Probably Bryce and Frankie, going at it for the fifth time, or something. He had no idea how his friend had so much stamina, and Ethan was tired just thinking about having sex more than three times: Mac was exhausting! She was always so horny, and sometimes Ethan wondered if she felt frustrated with him, and whether she would seek someone with a lot more stamina, someone like...

His eyes moved upwards, as if he could see through the ceiling, through the walls, to where Bryce had his hands on someone. Making her moan with lust and pleasure.

Could he be...?

The door opened behind him. Ethan turned and mentally sighed with relief when he saw Mac.

"Sorry," she said, obviously surprised to see him up. "I was thirsty."

"No worries," Ethan said. He walked towards her and kissed her. Maybe a little more passionately than he had initially intended, but after a moment where their tongues met and slid around each other he wasn't going to back off.

That proved to be the start of round three of their lovemaking, and as Ethan clutched Mac tightly, her big tits sandwiched between them, as she bounced enthusiastically on his cock, he listened to Bryce and that French dryad have increasingly vigorous sex upstairs, and was bemused by how Mac seemed to insist that she moan louder. Like this was a competition or something.

~~~~~

Directly above Ethan and Mac, Zhu rolled over and gently woke her boyfriend. "Junji..." she purred. Long white fingers gently stroking his cock beneath the covers. "Wake up..."

"You can't possibly be horny again..." Junji muttered, although he was smiling despite his words.

"Everyone else is having more sex," Zhu said. "Don't make me lie here and listen to everyone else have fun while you sleep..."

Turning his head to look at her, Junji flashed her a grin. "Don't worry," he said, "I can't sleep either."

And so the house was filled with the sounds of sex in four rooms, as the eight horny students fucked each other for a good hour or so, but when Ethan and Mac, Zhu and Junji, Charlie and his girlfriend all finally finished and went back to sleep, Bryce and Rachel continued their sweaty, lusty romp, and would continue to do so for many hours to come...

~~~~~

"You like this?" Bryce grunted as he hammered his dick into her, glad of the opportunity to no longer hold back on his smut talk. He loved to tease the women he had sex with, encouraging them to open up to him about how much they enjoyed taking his dick. All of them reciprocated, and a few of them had gotten really into the smut (that Erica chick in particular!) Holding Rachel's ankles by his shoulders, he twisted his cock as he hammered her pussy, giving her intense pleasure as she lay trapped on the bed. "You like it when my cock fucks you like the slut you are?"

"Oh... oh... who are you calling a slut?" Rachel said, grinning. "You've had sex with way more women than I have!" When he raised an eyebrow - sweat dripping down his face - Rachel added "people! I mean... more people! You know... what I... oh God... meant!"

"No, I don't know what you meant!" Bryce said, grinning. "Now I want to see you fuck a woman, Rach!"

"I like cock!" She moaned loudly. "Oh... I love cock! I love being fucked by a big, thick, hard cock! Oh... so good... I love being fucked by your cock, Bryce... oh give it to me... fuck me like the slut I am... oh you're so right... I am a slut... I'm a cheating slut... I'm fucking my boyfriend's friend! I'm on my back getting fucked like the cheating slut I am! And it feels so fucking good! Oh fuck... fuck me! Fuck me good, Bryce! Fuck me like the slut I am! Make cheating on my boyfriend worth it!"

"Fuck yeah! Tell me how much you love to take my dick, Rach! Tell me how bigger and thicker it is than a certain other guy!"

"So much bigger and thicker!" Rachel moaned. She rubbed the palms of her hands on her forehead as she felt her pussy begin to sing with pre-orgasmic bliss. It hadn't been too long since her last orgasm, but Bryce was already stirring up another incredible cum in her loins, and Rachel was looking forward to screaming the house down. Let people hear: they'd just think it was Bryce fucking Frankie. Maybe she'd try and cum with a French accent, just to keep up the masquerade.

"Does he fuck you like this?"

"God no! You fuck me so much better than he does! You're so big and hard! We've been fucking for ages! I don't think I've ever fucked a guy this long! Keep fucking me good and hard! Show me how good this dick of yours is! Fuck me and cum inside me! Fill me up with your seed! Oh God! I bet your cum is potent! I bet you could get me knocked up!"

Bryce's dick practically did a somersault with the thought of it.

"Holy shit, Rach! I could get you pregnant!" He grinned, hammering his hard, thick and condom-free dick into her. He could feel the spongy head of his cock pounding her cervix, and knew that if he blew his load it would shoot straight into her womb; no plastic to contain the power of his seed. Even though Rachel was on the pill, Bryce had managed to get several women on birth control knocked up, and even condoms had offered little protection on the few occasions he had used them (his powerful ejaculations had blown holes in the meager plastic offerings.) Bryce knew his cum was potent AF, and he was looking forward to seeing if he could get Rachel pregnant.

Spreading her legs wide, he climbed up onto the bed - Rachel pushing herself backwards to give him some room - and began to hump her furiously in missionary position. When Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist, Bryce fucked her even hard. Their talk of impregnation spurring her to adopt a classic mating press, just to make him harder, and fuck her harder still. His lips found her neck, and Bryce kissed her hard as he plunged his dick into her again and again.

Beneath them the bed screamed in protest as the two continued their hot and lusty romp, the mattress - an old kind with metal springs - bouncing hard, and the wooden frame shaking with Bryce's impacts. Their sex noises were given free reign to sound louder in the privacy of the room.

"Oh God... you could get me pregnant!" Rachel moaned.

Bryce was already betraying his friend Charlie by having sex with Charlie's girlfriend, but it would be even more of a betrayal if he got her pregnant. The thought of his thick, hot sperm filling her - flooding her womb with countless billions of his potent swimmers - made Bryce hard as fuck, and from the way Rachel was biting down on his shoulder again she was enjoying his hardness more than he was! Bryce hadn't thought he had an impregnation kink, but after a week of unprotected sex with Mac, with the curvy eromancer whispering in his ear her hopes he would get her knocked up, had embedded a truly scandalous fetish in Bryce.

He wanted to get Rachel pregnant. Sure, she was most definitely on the pill - Charlie often mentioned he had nutted inside her after they had had sex - but Bryce wasn't going to let that spoil his fun. He wanted to knock this woman up, even if there was an almost definite chance she wouldn't keep it. Bryce didn't care: he just wanted to know his seed had taken root in her womb. That is sperm was so fucking powerful that a birth control pill couldn't hold them back. He was going to-

"I know what you're thinking," Rachel suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Hmm?" Bryce replied, confident that she didn't. He was certain Rachel didn't have the same kink. Even though their friend Mac was the one that infected Bryce with the idea in the first place. Besides, women in general didn't find impregnation that hot, from Bryce's experience: it was them, after all, that would have to bear the consequences of unprotected sex for nine increasingly uncomfortable months, while the bloke who got them knocked up in the first place could go off and enjoy more and more unprotected sex.

On the other hand, pregnant women were notoriously horny. Bryce had fucked several pregnant girls, and they had all been cum-hungry sluts to the extreme: one of them had begged him to pull out and cover her eight month baby bump with his cum like 'a Christmas pudding', as she had phrased it. Bryce wondered if Rachel would become even hornier if she had a bun in the oven...

"You want me to keep it," Rachel whispered.

Oh shit. She did know what he was thinking. Bryce just hammered away with his dick, with Rachel lying on the bed beneath him. His body holding her down onto the covers, squashing her large black tits against his muscular chest. The flesh rolled against his with the movements of his body as he nailed her hard with his iron-hard dick over and over.

"Just thinking how hot you would be with a belly," he whispered in her ear.

"Hmm... thinking about how hot it would be if I had your kid?" Rachel purred back. "Thinking about how hot it would be if I made Charlie raise your kid? You want to cuck my boyfriend that badly?"

"Gotta admit, it would be hot," Bryce said, although a small voice in the back of his mind, that wasn't at all distracted by the hot black woman sandwiched beneath him on the bed, chastised the rest of him for being such a horrible friend. Charlie didn't deserve this! He was ambitious - frighteningly so - but he was a good sort, especially to Bryce, who, being from a poorer background than Charlie Campbell, hadn't expected to be welcomed by these three rich boys and their insanely hot girlfriends.

Girlfriends who Bryce was now two-three in fucking behind their partner's backs. Only Zhu remained...

Did she also harbour a secret lust for Bryce? A part of him thought so, and was insulted by the idea that she wasn't; after all, he was a fucking hot stud with a dick that just wouldn't quit, as Rachel would soon be discovering for herself.

"You're a bad man, Bryce Hunter," Rachel purred, a bit hypocritical considering she was naked, having hot sex with a man who wasn't her boyfriend. Here she was on her back, with Bryce's thick cock sliding in and out of her. The heat from his organ filled her, and reminded her that they weren't using protection: he was going to empty his huge and heavy balls into her cunt, and potentially impregnate her with some grade A potent cum. "You're an even bader man for making me cum so many times... ooh... I think you're gonna make me cum again, Bryce... oh you feel so fucking good... keep it pumping inside me, Bryce... keep it hard and fast... oh your cock feels so fucking good... so fucking good inside me... keep fucking me, Bryce, keep it hard... keep it fast... oh you're so much more bigger and thicker than my boyfriend... so much more harder and you've got so much fucking stamina... oh fuck... how long have we been fucking? How long?"

"Too long with these things still on," Bryce muttered, and he reached down to pull off the beachwear that he'd left on, with the front pulled down beneath his heavy balls.

"Let me," Rachel said, and pulled her legs back to hook her toes between his shorts. With dextrous effort, she pulled the beachwear down Bryce's legs, as he rested his torso on hers and lifted his legs up off the bed to let her pull his clothes off, curling his legs back like an acrobat to help her. She grinned at him as the shorts were flung aside, leaving Bryce as naked as she was.

"Where were we?" He said, grinning. Planting his hands either side of her head, and his knees on the bed sheets, Bryce resumed a frantic and powerful rhythm of thrusts: ploughing her into the bed with his thick, hard, and scalding hot cock. Pounding her cervix with the spongy tip of his sensitive cock, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through the both of them; pushing the two of them closer and closer to a mutual cum.

Rachel's head hit the sheets when Bryce started thrusting again, and the orgasm she had been feeling was growing stronger and faster than ever. She was going to cum real hard, and she was eager to scream loud! So far as they had fucked up the stairs she had been forced to keep it quite, to hold in her pleasure, so not to alert her boyfriend to her infidelity. Now, in the privacy of Bryce's room, that he was supposedly sharing with Frankie, she could let herself go. She could really enjoy the release of a great orgasm.

"OH FUCK! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!" She moaned loudly. "FUCK ME, BRYCE! MAKE ME CUM! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING HUGE COCK! YOUR MONSTER DICK! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM, YOU FUCKING GLORIOUS STUD! YOU BIG DICK DREAM! FUCK ME!"

"Someone's letting themselves go!" Bryce said, grinning as he rammed his cock deep into her harder, and harder, and harder, until his thighs began to ache with the effort of ploughing her so frantically. Beneath them the mattress groaned and complained with the treatment these two were giving it. The whole frame shook with the force of the sex happening atop of it.

"YES! I LOVE HOW GOOD YOU FEEL INSIDE ME!" Rachel continued to moan. "I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW HOW GOOD YOU FEEL! KEEP FUCKING ME WITH YOUR BIG, HARD COCK! FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM! OH GOD! I LOVE THIS DICK! I LOVE HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO TAKE YOU IN ME! KEEP FUCKING ME, BRYCE! KEEP FUCKING ME AND MAKING ME CUM! I WANT TO FUCK ALL NIGHT! I WANT TO FUCK YOU ALL NIGHT AND TAKE YOUR CUM! FUCK ME!"

"You keep that up and Charlie's gonna hear!" Bryce said, although he wasn't the least bit concerned. Not with Frankie covering for him. Not with these thick, old walls acting as such good sound absorbers that her loud moans were probably unintelligible gibberish for anyone outside, especially on the floor below. Also he was so enraptured with how good it felt to plough Rachel into the bed that Bryce wasn't going to stop even if Charlie walked into this room right now and saw his friend giving his girlfriend the best sex of her life!

"I DON'T CARE! I LOVE THIS COCK!" Rachel moaned. Her nails were scraping down Bryce's back, and her legs were fastened around his waist as his hips rose and fell so fast they were almost a blur. "FUCK ME ALL NIGHT! FUCK ME AND CUM INSIDE ME! GOD, I LOVE THIS DICK! I LOVE HOW YOU MAKE ME CUM! I LOVE HAVING SEX WITH YOU, BRYCE! KEEP HAVING SEX WITH ME! MAKE ME CUM ALL NIGHT LONG! FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM! FUCK ME BETTER THAN MY BOYFRIEND CAN! GOD DAMN, I LOVE THIS COCK! I LOVE FUCKING YOU! I LOVE OUR SEX! I... I'M CUMING! I'M CUMING! FUCK! BRYCE! I'M CUMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!"

Intense pleasure exploded within her vagina, flowing out through her body so fast Rachel was frozen by a feeling she had never experienced from a previous lover. Her limbs were locked, clutching Bryce so tightly his own body couldn't move even if he wanted: such was the strength of this woman as she came that not even Bryce's considerable strength could budge her.

That wasn't what make him groan with pleasure: Rachel's pussy, which had clutched his penis so tightly as they had fucked, spasmed aggressively. Squeezing his cock so tightly that Bryce's incredible stamina did not survive, and he was pushed over the edge into his own orgasmic world of bliss.

"Fuck!" He moaned, arching his neck back as far as he could with Rachel's tight grip. "So am I!"

His cock expanded as a huge volume of cum was pumped up through its thick length from his voluminous balls. It was only the first shot, but it was blasted out through his urethra to splash against her cervix with such power that Rachel's eyes burst open: her orgasm exploded to a height greater than the pleasure she'd been experiencing for the brief few seconds before her orgasm had triggered his.

"OH MY GOD!" She moaned loudly as she felt the huge volume of hot, thick gunk splatter over her cervix; the virile gunk impacting the sensitive entrance to her womb with a force she never believed possible. How could someone ejaculate so hard? It had to be just the first shot!

Then the second ejaculation struck her cervix, and Rachel realised that it wasn't just a bricked-up opening salvo: Bryce came harder than any man she had experienced - Charlie included - and as she felt salvo after hot, thick, fertile salvo impact her cervix, she realised that Bryce came more than any man she'd fucked. So much more!

"HOLY FUCK!" She moaned, her eyes closing again as her orgasm continued. Each heavy ejaculation sent blasting against her cervix keeping the pulsing pleasures from her pussy going. The fluids gushing out over the back of her pussy with such force she could feel her abs vibrate with each ejaculation. "Ohh... God... so much cum! How can you cum so much?!?"

"You're... so... fucking... sexy!!!" Bryce gasped. His body tense as he felt his balls contract over and over; a pleasure accompanying each powerful ejection of fluids into her. Each time he came into her, Bryce felt her pussy respond in kind: squeezing his cock tightly, making his orgasm feel even more incredible; keeping it pumping more and more cum into her.

"Oh God!" Rachel moaned, realising her incredible sexual prowess had brewed all this cum in his balls. It was the reward for her beauty, sexuality, and the way she'd worked his cock with her cunt for what felt like hours! Her reward was to have her cunt drowned in his thick, virile seed: Bryce pumped and pumped, each ejaculation sending pulses of pleasure through her. She hadn't stopped cuming! Her orgasm was kept aloft by this man and his powerful cock!

Just as Bryce was keeping Rachel cuming, so was she keeping him! The two of them were creating a loop, with neither of them able to stop cuming! Thick white gunk squirted out from between their joined organs, flowing down her arse and out over the covers. Forced out from inside her as Bryce kept pumping.

Yet even more cum was trapped inside her by how tightly she gripped his cock. Her womb was expanding as Bryce kept ejaculating: her abs bending as pints of cum collected inside her. Looking down Rachel's eyes widened as she saw herself expand with the amount of gunk Bryce was pumping into her.

"OH GOD! I'M INFLATING!" She moaned. The pleasure of being pumped full of hot cum still keeping her orgasm rolling. It had been minutes and she'd not stopped! Rachel had never experienced an orgasm that lasted so long! Bryce was just giving her sexual record after record: topping all the charts with his amazing dick!

A dick that was STILL EJACULATING!

"JESUS! STOP!" She moaned. "I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!"

"I CAN'T PULL OUT!" Bryce moaned back. "YOUR LEGS! I CAN'T MOVE!"

Realising she still had a death-grip around his waist, Rachel willed her legs to part, and with great effort her long black limbs broke free of Bryce's back. She planted her feet onto the sheets, as Bryce pulled out of her. The feeling of emptiness created by the loss of his thick cock, which had been inside her in some form or other for hours, made Rachel sigh in despair, but then she felt hot liquid splatter over her abs. Looking down, as her orgasm finally began to fade, Rachel watched Bryce continue his: cum splashed over her long stomach, covering her abs with thick, pearly seed. He was jacking his cock, his eyes closed with pleasure, as his organ fired thick jets of baby-making gunk over her.

He wasn't stopping! Rachel was in awe of how much cum this man could hold in his balls! Cum splashed over her large brown tits; the fluids covering her nipples and flowing down between her round melons. His cock fired shot after shot over her body, with some globs of cum even flying as high as her chin, until Bryce finally let out a loud sigh of satisfaction as his last rope landed over her navel.

"Ah... ah... fuck... that was..." he said, breathing heavily like he'd run a marathon.

Rachel reached down and scooped up thick globs of his white gunk with her brown fingers, and as she did so she watched her stomach slowly deflate: she could feel his cum gushing out of her pussy, and felt warm fluids build up under her legs. She was in awe of this man and his volume, and very, very turned on by all of it. He was the complete sexual package: sickeningly handsome, well-endowed, had god-like stamina and could cum buckets. As Rachel licked her fingers clean of his spunk - and God-damn did it taste good! - she observed that Bryce's cock wasn't softening. In defiance of biology the colossal meat stick was still rigid.

He could be someone who could take her on...

"Incredible?" She said, finishing his sentence.

Bryce nodded. Kneeling in front of her, breathing heavily and sweating like he'd run a marathon, he was a sex god incarnate, and Rachel's loins were far from finished with him. "You want more?" He said, showing her that he was far from finished with her.

Nodding, Rachel grinned as Bryce hoisted her up. Their chests collided, her large sweaty breasts squashed tightly between them, and Bryce gently lowered himself to a sitting position. With Rachel positioned above his lap, she reached down, wrapping her fingers around his fluid-covered cock, and guided him back into a cum-filled pussy.

She sighed with contentment as she felt his cock re-enter her. Filling her with his physical presence. It felt so right to have Bryce's huge dick inside her, and Rachel enjoyed gently riding him for a while. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she used his broad torso to help leverage her rise and fall, taking his cock a lot slower than before.

"Hmm..." she purred. "This feels good. God, I love fucking a guy like this. So much better than before."

"Don't like missionary?" Bryce asked, bemused.

She shook her head. "Missionary is for guys with little imagination," she said.

[Author's notes: Rachel's views are her own and do not reflect mine. Don't listen to that hoe.]

"Harsh," Bryce said, but he laughed nonetheless. "I like to fuck a girl good on top. It's a power thing."

"Hmm..." she said, and a mischievous glint appeared in her eye. Bryce was the full package, and he had an incredible body. Someone that could finally weather her. A beast of a man she could throw her full strength against again and again, without worry of causing any damage. Maybe...

... well Charlie had always told her she was beautiful and should show other people, and Frankie also told her to drop the glam...

But would Bryce think she was beautiful?

"Hey..." she said, suddenly serious. She stopped riding him, letting Bryce know she wanted his attention. When he looked at her earnestly, she continued: "so... you know I glam, right? This isn't... this isn't me."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that," he said, smiling. "So... what do you really look like?"

"Erm... best if I show you," she said. "Just... don't freak out... please?"

"Do you have three tits?"

She laughed, shaking her head.

"Shame," Bryce sighed theatrically. "I really want to fuck someone with three tits."

"OK... please don't freak out..." Rachel said. She placed her hands together in front of her face and his. As Bryce watched she slowly pulled her palms apart, and from his perspective she... shifted.

It was like that disorientating moment when your eyes switch from focusing on something right in front of you to focusing on a distant object. The brief moment of unease as you shift your awareness. Bryce could only blink as the slim, athletic black woman sitting on his cock in front of him grew larger... and larger.

Her body became bigger, and far more muscular. Her arms grew in size and thickness, displaying muscles that Bryce had only more pronounced, more firm and built. Her breasts rose from below his pecs to higher as her abs grew: from slim and toned to a shockingly defined eight pack. Rachel's face changed, but slightly as her jawline grew a little wider, but her eyes remained just as deep and beautiful as before. Her afro grew out until it fell down her back, as lines of grey appeared flowing from her scalp all the way down to where her hair ended near her hips. Bryce saw her hair and thought of a great mane, like a direwolf of legend.

Then she smiled, and he saw those fangs. Sharper and more pronounced than Zhu's.

Bryce realised he was now looking up at her: Rachel, even sitting, was now a few inches taller than him, and far more muscular than he was. Bryce was not a gym bro - he played sports not lived in the gym - but he knew he was well-built for a guy. Rachel had muscles to put him to shame! Grabbing her hands, Bryce gently spread their arms wide, comparing the size of their limbs to each other and seeing his thick biceps be outclassed by Rachel's impressive guns.

She held her breath, wondering what his reaction would be. Everything was on show: she was truly naked now, and Rachel waited to see what Bryce would think of her true self.

"Holy shit..." Bryce said, looking at how smaller he was than his lover now.

Here it comes, Rachel thought...

"Why are you hiding THIS? You're HOT AS FUCK!" Bryce exclaimed.

"Wait... really?" Rachel blinked. She hadn't expected this. Hoped, maybe, but not expected. "But I'm like way bigger than you-"

"I know! There's so much more of you!" Bryce said. He released her hands and gripped her waist, looking down at her. "Jesus! Look at your ABS! Babe, you've GOT to tell me your routine!"

"An insane amount of testosterone," Rachel said. When he looked up at her she clarified: "it's the curse of my kind. We've got like a ridiculously higher amount of testosterone than a normal human. It's worse for the blokes, of course, but us girls put on muscle so easily. It's worse if you like to work out, like me."

"I wouldn't call it a curse to get ripped so easily," Bryce said.

"Says you," Rachel said, playfully slapping his large bicep. "The muscle is one thing, the hair is another. I had most of my body lasered when I was young. I couldn't stand people teasing me."

"Hairy kid?"

"I had the biggest beard when I was twelve," Rachel said, laughing. "It took so long to shave everything! The day I learnt how to glam was the best day of my life. I didn't have to feel like a freak anymore. I could go to school and not have other girls laugh at my hairy arms, or all the cuts on my face from where I failed to shave properly that morning."

"You shaved every day?"

"EVERY day!" Rachel sighed. "I was REALLY fucking hairy. Now... It's not so bad. Bright side of nuking all my hair follicles, save the ones above my eyes," she added, laughing.

"So what happens during the full moon?" Bryce asked. "Charlie said you had a bad few days this week."

"Oh that?" Rachel laughed. "I get horny. Like REAL fucking horny. You think I'm bad now? After today? You should meet me when I'm in heat. I'll fold you like a pretzel. I wouldn't care if I broke a few bones."

"Damn... so this is you RESTRAINED?!?"

She nodded, grinning. "I'm more aware of my strength like this," she said. "I don't want to hurt you... but I do want to dominate you, Bryce. If you'll let me... I want to fuck you. I want to pin you down to this bed and fuck you like you fucked me. You say you like missionary because it's a 'power' thing for you? I want to have the power. I'm bigger than you now, Bryce. Stronger than you. I want to fuck you silly. Will you let me fuck the shit out of you?"

In answer he kissed her. Their tongues met. Slashed against each other. Saliva dripped down their chins, as their lips barely touched; their slick, wet tongues fighting in the space between their open mouths. Loud moans escaped from both of them.

Breaking off their lusty make-out session, Rachel regarded Bryce with a lustful look, and felt his rock hard cock twitch inside her in response. Pushing him backwards onto the sheets, Rachel straddled him, holding down his arms with her larger, more powerful muscular black arms. "You've fucked me good, Bryce," she said huskily, "but now it's my turn to fuck."

With that said she began to pound her hips against his. No slow build-up, no gradual ascension: she went immediately into a fast and powerful rhythm that quickly made the bed scream in protest. Bryce's hands flexed, his fingers clawing for something to purchase, but Rachel was holding his arms down and refusing to release them. She had him at her mercy, and she was going to fuck him into the bed.

"Oh fuck!" Bryce gasped as he felt her slam her pussy down his shaft over and over. "Jesus! Have you got TIGHTER? FUCK!!" It seemed impossible, but when Rachel dropped her glam and gained muscle tenfold her vaginal muscles also seemed to have gained power: her pussy was squeezing his cock like a vice, and as she rammed her cunt down his shaft Bryce felt his incredibly hard cock be squashed thinner by her power. The pleasure was insane, and he immediately began testing his legendary stamina. He didn't want to blow his load in the first five minutes!

"I've only fucked one guy like this!" Rachel said, grinning. Her sharp teeth displayed for him. "Charlie can take it for ten minutes! How long are you going to last, Bryce?"

"LONGER!" He snarled up at her. His wide grin challenged her to make him eat those words.

Rachel smiled back as she accepted that challenge: her hips slammed onto his so hard together they were almost fucking through the mattress. The bed began to shake violently with the fury of this woman, as she rode her lover harder than any man she had fucked before. She hadn't been entirely truthful with Bryce: it would have been impossible for Charlie to last long under such aggressive fucking - she would most likely snap his cock! - but with Bryce? This bull of a man could TAKE it! His cock was fucking iron-hard! It was a cock made of fucking adamantium! As she slammed her whole body down onto his cock she could feel it as it plunged up deep inside her! Deeper than any man had gone! Deep into her guts, until it felt like he could spear her organs and wrap her intestines around it like fucking lights on a Christmas tree!

"FUCK! You're HARD!" She moaned. Clenching her teeth she pounded her hips against him. She felt the bed shake beneath their hot and sweaty bodies, and she wondered if Charlie - directly below them - could hear the sounds of sex happening above. Most definitely, but would he suspect anything? Surely he would just think it was Bryce and Frankie having sex, right? If he noticed Rachel wasn't sleeping beside him he'd just think she was taking a piss, right? He wouldn't immediately think she was the one upstairs riding this hung stud into the bed, right?

Right?

"Jesus, you're TIGHT!" Bryce snarled back. "You're CRUSHING my dick!"

"You can take it!" She countered, not slowing down the slightest. If anything her muscular thighs rose and fell with greater ferocity. Rachel was determined to fuck Bryce into cuming again, just so she could feel his thick and heavy loads slosh around inside her. His stamina was incredible - the first round went on for ages! - but she was more powerful than him now. She was going to overcome his resistance and make this stud blow his load. "Your cock is so fucking hard! God, it's spearing me!" His dick plunged up inside her so deep and hard it was like she was impaling herself repeatedly on a solid wooden baseball bat.

It felt so good: Rachel wasn't sure she could stop herself from cuming soon as well!

But why hold back? Tonight was all about having great sex, and Rachel was determined to have the best sex of her life with this gorgeous stud! Her arse cheeks collided with Bryce's thighs so hard it sent tremors up through her muscular form, all the way up to her fucking teeth!

"Ohh... God... so fucking GOOD!" She moaned as she rode him hard. "I NEED this! I fucking NEEDED a cock like this! Oh fuck... you're so fucking HARD! You're fucking IMPALING me! Oh God, YES! YES! YES! FUCKING IMPALE ME WITH YOUR COCK! Spear my fucking guts, Bryce! Make me feel incredible! Make me see STARS!!!"

What could Bryce do but be held down by this black Amazonian goddess and have the shit fucked out of him? He couldn't move his arms - her grip and weight had pinned them to the sheets - and even if he could he wouldn't want to: the way Rachel was impaling herself repeatedly on his dick was filling him with such pleasure that Bryce knew he would be cuming soon. It felt too good! Normally he'd want to hold off, show her how long he could last, but with Rachel he knew he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight, and he didn't want to. He wanted to cum inside this woman. Fill her with his seed over and over again, until it all poured out over the sheets. He wanted to fill her womb to bursting with his spunk. See that incredible set of abs stretch outward as his cock pumped and pumped. His balls were already aching with more cum, and Bryce was looking forward to his next orgasm.

So was Rachel! Not only his but her next one too! Bryce's thick shaft pushed outward against her insides, spreading her wider than any man before him. He filled her completely in a way few past lovers could hope to match. He also took her as hard as she gave it to him. Rachel felt like she could throw herself at this man over and over and he would take it like the rock he was. He was the immovable object to her irresistible force, and she could also feel her loins bubbling with joy at this intense collision of flesh and organs.

"Not got... much... of a choice... here!" Bryce gasped. Not that he would change this moment for the world when it felt so good getting fucked into the mattress by this muscular black woman. Her pussy pounded his cock further and further down: his arse sinking into the mattress as the springs beneath were defeated by Rachel's incredible power. Yet still his cock remained rigid and undefeated, greeting her cunt each time she slammed it down over his dick. Even as she fucked him (almost literally) through the bed Bryce was in awe of the power of his dick, and gave silent thanks to the unknown god of sex that called Eroshire her lair that he had been blessed by such a meat stick.

~~~~~

(Unknown to either of these incredible sex machines, said god of sex was currently watching her Korean dramas on Netflix, narrating their labyrinthine plots to a thoroughly unimpressed Reginald Grant, who, at seventy-eight, had tended to the grounds of the Miller House for four generations of that family, and saw it his burden, as his father did, to both keep the gardens immaculate for the Miller family, and to suffer what new obsession the now long-dead Maximillian Miller's immortal lover had found for herself.

For it was the great irony of Eroshire that while everyone was having bed-breaking sex, the very god of sex herself, Erosmas, known to her colleagues at the Paradiso Costiero nightclub in the coastal city of Coytoss, just up the A69 from Cunny-by-the-Sea, as Haley Smith, hadn't had sex herself since Max died almost one hundred years ago. Nor did she masturbate, in case you wondered.

She wasn't saving herself, or mourning her dead lover (and Maximillian Miller was quite the lover!)

No, Haley was just taking a break. She was immortal, after all. A centenary dry spell wasn't worth crying about. Tomorrow might be a different story, but tonight she was content to watch 'My Landscaper Secretly Works For The Illuminati' while trying to explain the complex plot of secret world orders, horticulture, and skincare products to a bemused Reginald, while being consciously aware of every act of sex that was going on in the county.

Including this one that I've neglected to describe for the last five paragraphs...)

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Far away from the Miller House (just down the road from the sleepy town of Myle Hye) in the third floor bedroom of a Victorian house in Cunny-by-the-Sea, a muscular black woman continued to pound her lover into the bed with a fury she had never shown any man. Rachel Day had been unleashed, and she held Bryce down with a strength far beyond his, as she skewered her body repeatedly on his godlike penis. The feeling of his meat ploughing up into her was triggering an intense reaction in her vagina, and Rachel knew she would be cuming soon!

Beneath her Bryce was also fighting his own impending orgasm, but the feeling of her squeezing his cock so tightly as she pushed it up deep into her was so intense that even his legendary stamina was soon to be overwhelmed. He was in awe of this woman, who was holding him down onto the bed and having her way with him, as he had held her down and fucked her furiously to a mutual orgasm. Now the tables had been well and truly turned, and Bryce was getting off on being held down and fucked silly by this muscular babe and her insanely tight pussy. His balls were screaming for release, and Bryce knew it wouldn't be long until he was painting her insides white with his creamy, fertile seed once more.

"Fuck! Rach! You're gonna make me cum!" Bryce gasped as she rode him into the bed. Her cunt pounding on his dick so hard he felt like he was going to punch it straight up into her guts. He had never been ridden so aggressively by a woman before, and Bryce was both frightened and aroused by the experience. Pinned to the sheets by her strength, Bryce nonetheless strained against her weight as he struggled to hold off on his impending orgasm. His cock was on fire: each time it plunged up into her, each time the spongy head made hard, shaft-shaking impacts with her cervix, explosions of pleasure tore through Bryce of the like he had never experienced before. So intense was the pleasure that he felt like he wouldn't be able to cum; like his dick was too aroused to trigger an orgasm.

Yet he knew that an orgasm would be the only way to escape the intensity of what he felt each time his big shaft was embedded within her. It would be the blessed release he so desperately needed. His whole shaft trembled with anticipation as it continued to pump up into her over and over. Sweat poured over his body, and dripped off of hers, as she mercilessly fucked him. His arms strained against her grip, but he couldn't budge her from her grip on him; holding him down fast to the sheets as she bucked her hips against all his inches.

"Yes! Cum for me! Fill me up with your seed!" Rachel moaned as she rode him. "I want your cum, Bryce! I want you to fill me up with your thick cum! Pump your thick, hot loads into me! Make me fat with your hot seed! Pump it all into me! I want your cum so badly, Bryce! I want you to fill me with your hot spunk! Fill me up with your seed! Cum inside me! Cum inside me!"

"Jesus! Rach! I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" Bryce gasped as he felt himself lose control over his balls. Thick jets of his potent gunk were pumped up through his lengthy shaft, and the tip of his cock blossomed with pleasure as he felt hot liquid gush out. His shaft throbbed with each hard and heavy ejaculation, and Bryce was consumed by his orgasm: he stopped straining against her and lay back on the bed, enraptured by the pleasures gushing from his dick.

Rachel, meanwhile, was also consumed by her own world of pleasures: the force of Bryce's ejaculations in her tight and ravenous pussy triggered her own orgasm, and she stopped riding him to arch her back quite severely as every nerve ending in her body began to fire in delight. Just as before the force of his cum jets impacting her cervix sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing out through her body, and now, with the glam dropped, there was a lot more of her body for the pleasure to fill. Her hands gripped his wrists so tightly he thought she would snap them, as Rachel moaned loudly for all the house to hear.

"OH FUCK! I'M CUMING SO HARD! FUCK! BRYCE! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM WITH YOUR CUM!"

Crudely put, but entirely accurate: each heavy and powerful explosion of fluid inside her pounded Rachel and sent her orgasm higher and higher, until her vision began to cloud: flaring red with each vibration that told her Bryce had fired another intense blast of cum up into her muscular body. "HOW CAN YOU CUM SO FUCKING HARD?!?"

Bryce was having the most powerful orgasm of his life, and it was all thanks to his horny woman and her insanely tight pussy. She had worked his dick with her cunt so hard and rough and fast, squeezing it tight with vaginal muscles so powerful that Bryce had genuinely been in fear for the safety of his dick, but it was also that fear that made the whole fuck even hotter than it would normally be. Rachel was a wild woman, and she had ridden Bryce so roughly for so long his balls had brewed double the normal amount of cum, and he was now exploding it all inside her horny vagina.

"TAKE MY CUM, YOU HORNY BITCH!" Bryce snarled, straining against her weight as she continued to hold him down onto the sheets. All the while his cock kept blasting her insides with more and more cum.

Once again the horny pair created a sexy feedback look with their orgasms: each time Bryce ejaculated up into Rachel he sent her orgasm higher and harder, causing her pussy to squeeze his cock tighter, causing his ejaculations to be harder, causing her pussy to squeeze even tighter...

It went on for ages! Rachel had never cum for so long, and Bryce had never pumped so much cum! It was gushed out from between their organs; even though her pussy was squeezing his shaft so tightly, the sheer force of Bryce's ejaculations was sending thick white gunk gushing out to splatter all over his balls, and to run down the insides of his thighs onto the sheets. More and more of his gunk flowed out all over the sheet until it soaked into the mattress; cum oozing down the springs inside.

"FUCK! I LOVE YOUR COCK, BRYCE! KEEP IT IN ME AND HARD! KEEP CUMING INSIDE ME!"

Straining against her grip on him, Bryce clenched his teeth as his cock blasted her insides with one final hard and hot jet of baby-making fluids. Rachel's body shuddered with the impact, and her own orgasm hit an even higher peak of intensity: she felt like she could float upwards to the ceiling on some orgasmic wave of pleasure. All sights and sounds fell away, and all she could feel was the pounding of her own heart in her ear: all the blood rushing through her strong and muscular body carrying the feeling of pleasure through her faster than her nerves, shot through as they were by the intense fucking she had just enjoyed with this hung stud and his incredible cock.

"Oh God..." Bryce gasped as he realised his cock was finally done ejecting thick gunk up into her. "You're gonna break me if you keep fucking me this hard."

Looking down at him through thick strands of dark brown and grey hair, stuck together by all the sweat pouring off her body, Rachel smirked at his expression. "Don't be a little bitch," she said. "You've got one of the hardest dicks I've ever taken. We've fucked hard for a while, and you've just pumped buckets of cum up into me, but it's not even softening!"

She was right: despite having such an intense orgasm Bryce's dick wasn't going soft. It stayed hard inside a pussy it had just drenched in a truly unholy amount of seed.

"The cock may be hard, but the body is soft and feeble," Bryce said, although he did smirk to let her know he wasn't being entirely serious. While he was exhausted, his libido was still burning strong: there was an insanely hot woman currently straddling his dick, and while he had almost been fucked into a coma by this woman Bryce was still eager to feel the pleasure of her pussy squeezing his cock as they fucked.

"Don't worry," Rachel said, smirking with confidence. "I told you it's my turn to fuck. I'm not done with you yet, Bryce Hunter."

That sounded a little ominous to him, but Bryce didn't have time to react when Rachel gripped his arms, and with her incredible strength pulled him over with her as she rolled onto her side. Her thighs gripped his waist, carrying his own muscular body with her until they had returned to something akin to how he'd fucked her earlier.

"I thought you said you didn't like missionary," Bryce said, bemused, as Rachel released her grip on his wrists. He supported himself with his hands placed either side of her head; Rachel's thick head of hair was now splayed out over the damp sheets in waves of dark brown and light grey.

"True, but I'm still in control," Rachel said. Hoisting her legs up, she braced her ankles beneath his arse, as her hands joined them, clutching ample amounts of his flesh. As Bryce regarded her with bemusement, Rachel began to move his hips, pulling him up into her before pushing him out with the power of her thick thigh muscles. Within moments she was pulling him into her with as much aggression as when they'd been fucking a moment earlier, with her pounding him into the mattress.

With her firmly in control, all Bryce could do was hold himself above her, his legs braced against the sheet and his hands placed either side of her head, as Rachel guided his body to fuck her as hard and fast as she liked, which was apparently hip-shatteringly fast, as their sweaty bodies collided again and again. The bed below them began to shake violently once again, the mattress groaning and the springs inside squeaking so loudly that Bryce was sure the entire house was being kept awake by the noises they were making. It either of them survived this night with their relationships with the others intact it would be a fucking miracle!

"Oh fuck yes! I'm fucking you, Bryce! I'm fucking the SHIT out of you!" Rachel said, grinning like a feral minx as she fucked Bryce; even though he was on top he had no power, and his body flailed back and forth like a ragdoll in a physics-based indie game as she pounded herself silly with his dick.

No, his whole body: Bryce was being used as a giant living dildo that this muscular beast of a woman was using to make herself cum as hard as she had earlier. His cock slammed deep into her over and over again, and their hips collided so hard that Bryce felt the shockwaves all the way up in his mouth, where his teeth were clenched tightly to prevent himself from moaning so loudly that everyone would hear how hard this hung stud was getting fucked silly.

He was well and truly being used as a living fuckstick, and Bryce was having the time of his life. So often he'd been the one in charge, fucking a girl silly on top of or against anything they could find, but how here was a beast of a woman who was using him to get herself off. Demonstrating her stronger body by giving him little chance to gain any semblance of control in this fuck: Rachel was well and truly in charge here, a fact Bryce had accepted and was now going along with for the ride. Literally.

"Your cock feels GOOD, little man!" Rachel said, grinning as she fucked herself with his dick. Thick globs of cum sloshed out of their embattled organs all over the sheets. Soaking the fabric and seeping through to the interior of the mattress. They were soaking everything with their fluids: Bryce was sure they would be soaking through the floor to the room below soon. He pictured Charlie looking up to see thick globs of his (Bryce's) white seed dripping through the ceiling. "So fucking GOOD! I love this cock! I want to fuck this cock all night! I'm gonna make you CUM, little man! You're gonna cum HARD for me! Fill me up with your thick white seed! Paint my insides white with your cum, Bryce! Show me your VOLUME! Make me expand with all that cum in your balls!"

"Shit! If you keep fucking me this hard I'm gonna make you so fat with cum!" Bryce gasped. He could feel his ball broil with cum: so much thick gunk was already bubbling away inside his heavy orbs, and he knew he was going to be pumping a thick and heavy load into this woman, granting her wish to inflate with such insane amounts of cum! His shaft was being pumped in and out of her tight pussy so fast it was a blur. He was sure all the sweat pooling between their organs was turning to steam from how fast their bodies were engaged in coitus!

"Make me FAT, Bryce! Fill me up with all your cum!" Rachel moaned as she fucked herself with his whole body. Her legs gripped his waist, as her hands squeezed his arse cheeks, working together to keep that big cock of his plunging deep into her. His wide and hot cock head pounding her cervix hard, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her each time his flesh made contact with the entrance to her womb. "Make me inflate with all that cum again! Show me the power of your balls! Show me how much you can CUM! I want to feel your orgasm again, Bryce! I want to feel you pump your thick and heavy loads inside me! I've never fucked a guy who cums like you! I've never fucked a guy who could pump a LOAD like you! I love it! I love how much you can PUMP! God! These balls can FILL a lady! I want to take ALL of it! Show me what you've got!"

"Fuck! You keep this up, Rach, and I'm gonna make you so fucking HUGE with all my cum! You'll be thick with seed for DAYS! Jesus! I've never fucked a woman as powerful as YOU! You make so fucking HARD! I want to pump you full of my cum, Rach! I want to see you fat with cum!" Bryce snarled, and he wasn't too wrong about what he said: he had never felt his cock so hard before! Even with all the hot sex Mac and he had had all week, he'd not felt his shaft throb with such power! It felt so fucking hard Bryce was worried it was going to explode with all the blood that must be pumping into it! He was more worried about his cock causing damage to him than he was with it causing any damage to this incredible behemoth of a woman!

"Give it to me!" Rachel snarled as she powered Bryce's body like a giant dildo. Keeping his massive penis pistoning in and out of her like a giant meat jackhammer. Pounding at the entrance to her womb. Moving her closer and closer to another incredible orgasm that would likely keep everyone in the house awake, and perhaps wake up everyone else on the street. "Oh... FUCK! I love this cock! Keep it hard and in me forever! Keep fucking me all night, Bryce! Fuck me and make me CUM! Make me cum like a whore! Like your slut! Your slut for your cum! Oh... oh fuck... I love fucking you, Bryce! I love taking this big cock and fucking you and taking your thick cum! I want more of it! I want more of your thick cum inside me! Turn me white!"

"Want me to pull out and cover you in my seed again?" Bryce grunted as he allowed her to move his body back and forth like a ragdoll (not that he reckoned he'd have much chance resisting her).

"You like that?" Rachel said, grinning. "Did you like it when you covered me with your cum? Did you like seeing my hot body coated in your creamy seed? Did you like seeing my black skin turn white with all your seed?"

"Fuck yeah!" Bryce said. "Not any creepy racist shit, Rach: I just love seeing women of all colours coated in my spunk! Doesn't matter what colour your skin is, you all look hot as fuck when you're dripping with a cumbath of my seed!"

"Oh yeah... I bet I looked hot... I bet I made your dick ROCK HARD with how good I looked covered in all your spunk," Rachel said, still smirking as she pistoned his dick into her again and again. His spongy cock head pounded against her cervix, sending sharp bolts of pleasure coursing through her. Each bolt sent her closer and closer to another incredible cum. She loved how easy it was to orgasm with Bryce, helped by his incredible cock. The way it spread her wide each time it plunged into her. The way his flesh felt as it slid against hers. Firing her expansive network of pleasure nerves in ways few lovers had previously. It felt like her pussy was on fire, and each time she pulled Bryce deep into her it flared the embers and sent flame shooting up through her body.

They hadn't been fucking that long, and Rachel was already sure she wasn't too far away from another hot cum that would keep everyone in the house wide awake. Oh, she hoped to the gods that Charlie would still be blissfully unaware that it was his girlfriend fucking Bryce Hunter, and not the French dryad. Rachel had no idea how she would get away with tonight, but in typical fashion she was flinging herself headfirst into the moment and enjoying the ride. Quite literally, as she continued to fuck herself silly with Bryce.

"God! I've never fucked a girl like you!" Bryce gasped as he held himself above her. He wasn't doing any of the movements: she was controlling his thrusting and tempo entirely, using his body to get herself off like she'd done already. He didn't care that he was powerless in this woman's embrace: Bryce wanted to feel yet another orgasm blossom within his dick, which felt so sensitive with the way she was rubbing it furiously in her cum-filled pussy that Bryce was shocked he hadn't cum yet. It was like he was so sensitive cuming wasn't an option. He was going to pound this woman silly, or she was going to pound herself silly!

"I know you haven't!" Rachel said, grinning despite the copious amount of sweat dripping down her face, down her tits and stomach. Pouring off of her all over the bed. Adding more fluids to the amount squirting out of her pussy each time Bryce was plunged balls-deep into her. "I'm one-of-a-kind! You'll never fuck a girl like me, Bryce! You're gonna get ruined for any other woman: there's no way you can go back to that fat skank Mac after a night of fucking my pussy!"

"That's not nice to say about your friend!" Bryce said.

"I love Mac! She's my bestie, but your cock is MINE, Bryce!" Rachel said. "There's only one cunt you need to be fucking, and that's MINE! Mac can have anything else she wants, but you're MINE!"

"Don't I get a say in this?" Bryce said, laughing worriedly. He was already worried about these women and the way they were fighting each other over him. He hoped like hell that Zhu wasn't going to get caught up in this: thankfully both she and her boyfriend seemed to be existing in their usual microcosm, just slightly apart from the rest of them. He admired how the two of them seemed to be so close, and hoped that Zhu wasn't harbouring thoughts about pursuing him like Mac and now Rachel.

It was bad enough keeping one of his friends from finding out he was banging their girlfriend, but how he had to worry about ANOTHER of his friends from discovering their girlfriend was cheating behind their backs. If Zhu joined in? Then Bryce would be keeping his sex life secret from Ethan, Charlie, and Junji! It would be way too complex! Bryce wanted the simple life, not to constantly juggle fucking hot women with evading those women's other halves, made more difficult when those other halves were Bryce's friends!

Jesus! This was all too much for him! He just wanted a life of hot sex! Was that too much to ask?

"If you play with fire," Rachel purred, displaying her uncanny ability to know what he was thinking, "you better not bitch about getting burned."

"That's advice you might want to think about taking for yourself," Bryce gasped. His cock was pistoning in and out of her so fast now: his hips were aching despite the fact he wasn't the one moving them - she was! How Rachel wasn't sore by now Bryce had no idea, but the two of them kept fucking. The bed screamed in protest as their hot, sweaty, and cum-filled sex continued without end. The night was still young, and both of them were way too horny for each other to stop now. Rachel wanted to fuck Bryce until he covered her with more cum, and Bryce wanted to fill this horny woman with so much cum she would inflate into a ball!

"I rarely listen to my own advice!" Rachel said, grinning as she continued to fuck herself hard with his big cock. Those bolts of energy were coursing through her faster and harder now, sending her closer and closer to another incredible cum. Her muscular body was covered in sweat and traces of cum from when Bryce's huge cock had shot cum all over her, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he would cover her again in his hot seed. "Especially when it feels this good! Oh we're gonna cum so good, Bryce! You and I are gonna cum so fucking hard! Are you ready to pump your load into me again? Ready to make me fat with all your hot cum, Bryce? I want to fucking feel it again. I want to feel how good you make me cum. I want to feel all the hot cum in your balls fill me up like my boyfriend never could! Oh your cock... your big, thick cock... it feels so fucking good inside me! Don't stop fucking me, Bryce! Fuck me and make me cum all over your big hard cock! I want to fucking feel your cum inside me again! Oh God! I'm so close! So fucking close, Bryce! Keep fucking me!"

"You're fucking ME!" Bryce gasped as she continued to use his body to get herself off. "I'm not doing one damn thing about this! You're the one in charge!"

"Fuck yes! I'm in charge, Bryce! I'm fucking you good and hard! How'd you like me using you like a living dildo? Do you like me handling you like my personal toy to fuck and use to make me CUM?!? Do you like it when I manhandle you? Oh fuck yeah... that's a term, isn't it? MAN... HANDLE... yeah... I'm handling my man, all right! How'd you like being HANDLED, little man?"

"That's... really fucking lame..." Bryce said, laughing as he groaned with how good it felt for her to plunge his dick deep in her pussy so fast it felt like she was trying to strip the foreskin off his shaft with how tight her vagina was. Pleasure was building inside him, ready to explode into a white sticky mess. His cock felt like it was on fire, and Bryce clenched his teeth as he fought against blowing his load into this insanely hot muscular behemoth of a woman. Each time the spongy head of his dick made contact with her cervix it was another struggle not to give into his base desire to empty his balls into her. To fill her pussy and womb. To make his ancestors proud by getting this hot muscle mummy pregnant.

"You LOVE it!" Rachel laughed as she pulled Bryce into her over and over again. She was so close! More! She needed more! She was by now thoroughly addicted to this man and his insane cock! She wanted to feel more orgasms, more pleasure, more cum sloshing around inside her! The frantic nature of this round had sent thick globs of his spunk all over the sheets, leaving the insides of her pussy definitely empty of cum, a fact Rachel hoped to rectify soon! "God, I love it! I fucking love our sex, Bryce! Don't tell me Mac fucks you like this!"

"Oh fuck... no! No, she doesn't!" Bryce gasped as he was roughly handled by Rachel; her strong arms and vice-like grip with her thighs keeping him plunging deep into her. Bryce had barely had to move a muscle this round, and he was loving being used as a toy by this hot woman. His cock was on the edge: each move by her to take him balls-deep sent electric shivers of excitement throughout his body. It was so close! Bryce could feel his heavy testicles slam against her arse cheeks, and from the weight of them, and how sensitive they were, he knew they were full of a fresh batch of cum for this horny woman. He was looking forward to emptying them into her. Filling her pussy and womb with his fertile seed.

"Who's better then?!?" Rachel gasped. So close now! "Me... or her?!?"

"Don't... don't make me... choose!" Bryce groaned. He was going to blow! He couldn't hold back anymore! He was going to empty his balls into this woman! His whole body was tense with anticipation: Rachel was doing all the work, keeping his cock sliding rapidly back and forth inside her, as the two of them fucked to cum.

Rachel moaned as she felt his huge and heavy balls swing against her each time he went balls deep into a pussy cleared of his cum through a long and vigorous session of sweaty, pounding sex. "Fuck..." she gasped as she felt her orgasm begin to rise to an explosive eruption. "Your balls are so hot... how have you filled so much cum into them already?!?"

"It's you!" Bryce gasped. "Our sex is so... hot... so good... you're filling my balls with cum, Rach!"

"Oh God! You're gonna drown me!" Rachel moaned with delight at the thought of it. All the cum in those huge balls of his were her work! She was going to reap the rewards for working his cock with her pussy so hard, so fast, so lusty for so long! He was going to drown her in his seed for the third time tonight!

This guy was a fucking cum-making machine, and Rachel was here for it!

Bryce felt that familiar clenching of his muscles, and had just enough time to yell out "I'M CUMING!!!" As the first huge and heavy load travelled up the length of his dick. Exploding out of the tip as Rachel kept up her aggressive handling of him, keeping him thrusting deep into her as his cock began to blow huge jets of scalding hot gunk into her. Splashing over her cervix and filling her insides with seed so fucking potent she felt her ovaries shudder in response, and the feeling of being impregnated tipped Rachel over the edge into her own orgasm.

"SO AM I!!!" She screamed, throwing her head back as she felt pleasure beyond all imagining explode in her. Yet despite the pounding euphoria coursing through her veins Rachel didn't stop using Bryce as a big dildo with a pulse: she kept ploughing herself with his cock even while she felt his huge length shudder as hot jets of cum were ejected out of his organ with such force it literally made her shudder each time his big streams impacted her cervix.

Again and again Bryce came inside her, and Rachel continued to fuck herself silly with him as she came as well. Their bodies convulsing and sweating and moaning as they kept vigorously humping. Fluids poured down their toned and muscular flesh as Bryce's eyes closed with how good it felt to keep pumping his huge loads into her, while Rachel continued to fuck herself silly with his dick, even while her own orgasm filled her large and muscular body with pleasure so intense she had to shut her own eyes lest the vision take her away from the intensity of the orgasm she was currently experiencing.

"OH MY GOD! BRYCE! I LOVE THIS COCK! I LOVE FUCKING YOU! FUCK ME FOREVER! DON'T LET THIS NIGHT END! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME WITH YOUR INCREDIBLE DICK! OH MY GOD! CUM! SO MUCH FUCKING CUM!"

It was gushing out of their organs as his shaft plunged into her over and over again. Squirting out all over the sheets in thick white globs that were so thick with sperm it didn't immediately soak into the fabric. She moaned with pleasure as his heavy loads were fired into her again and again, keeping her orgasm going as she continued to experience her own. Her pussy squeezed his shaft so tightly Bryce was worried she would prevent the flow of cum up his cock, causing it all to fill his balls until they exploded!

"SO MUCH FUCKING CUM!!!" Rachel screamed, continuing to plough Bryce into her as they both came so hard they forgot to breathe. Cum and sweat flew everywhere as the horny pair fucked and fucked. "OH! MY! GOD!!! FUCK!!!" Rachel came again as she continued to fuck herself silly with Bryce's ejaculating dick and screamed the whole house down, uncaring whether her boyfriend below heard her or not...

~~~~~

Fortunately for Rachel, her dear boyfriend Charlie was currently occupied. Having been awoken again by the sounds of sordid fucking happening upstairs, he'd gently awoken his girlfriend and gave her the smile that they both knew meant it was time for more sex, and his dear beloved had reciprocated. As Bryce and Rachel fucked themselves silly on the bed for the third time this night, Charlie and his girlfriend enjoyed a sex only half as sordid.

Breaking the kiss they had shared after Charlie had pumped his girlfriend's mouth full of his cum, after an hour or so of passionate fucking, he smiled as he tasted his own seed in his mouth; thick tendrils of gunk formed bridges between their lips.

His eyes roamed upwards to the ceiling, where the sounds of a woman screaming in pleasure could still be heard through the thick floor. "They seem to be enjoying themselves," he said.

"Sounds like it," his girlfriend replied. Her black skin dripped with sweat.

"Bryce really does have strange tastes in women," Charlie said. "I mean... fucking a tree bitch?" He saw a brief flicker of something pass his girlfriend's eyes, and it was only thanks to his incredible composure that Charlie's own face never changed as he continued to pretend to regard the sounds of sex above. "Oh well... try to get some sleep, babe... but don't stress if you don't. We've got nothing planned for tomorrow except sun, sea, and... drink." He laughed at a private joke.

His girlfriend smiled politely, then settled down alongside them as they both tried to get some more sleep, a feat made increasingly difficult as the sex marathon above them began to heat up...

~~~~~

The moment the two of them recovered from an intense mutual cum, Rachel wasted no time in picking up Bryce by his hips and carrying him over to the chest of drawers. Throwing him against the furniture, Bryce had only a moment to compose himself before Rachel gripped his hips and began pulling him forward; his cock pistoning deep into her with the same fast, frantic pace she had set for them both the last round. After a moment she lifted a leg up and placed it on top of the drawers, giving her more room to thrust herself on to his cock. Spearing herself again and again. The drawers rattled with the force of her fucking him, and he moaned in pleasure as she fucked his cock with her cunt more aggressively than Bryce would if he was in charge.

"You're gonna get the shit fucked out of you," Rachel said, grinning as she fucked him relentlessly.

No truer words had been spoken: she fucked him against the drawers until his cock pumped more thick, hot cum up into her, and Bryce's dick barely had finished when she dragged him across the room and held him against the wardrobe. The wooden furniture shook and rattled as she pounded him against it, until his cock spewed more cum.

Carrying him across the room, Rachel fucked him against the door, then the walls, then held him against the drawers again because it was so much fun the first time; and each time Bryce plastered her insides with thick ropes of his cum, until it dripped from her pussy in long white globs.

But she wasn't satisfied with vertical surfaces: Rachel carried him to the sofa by the window and rode him until Bryce clutched her black thighs and pumped heavy loads up into her horny, insatiable pussy. Picking him up again she fucked him on the floor, riding him cowgirl or lying atop in missionary, fucking him with hard, powerful thrusts until he filled her insides with cum. Rachel fucked him all over the floor, rolling him with her whenever they made too much of a mess of one spot, until they found a place they hadn't stained yet with their sex romp.

They fucked all over the floors, the sofa, the walls, the door, the wardrobe, the drawer, and over the bed in the early hours of the morning. Rachel was in charge, and she carried Bryce from one location to the next, fucking him until they both came, and he filled her insides with his thick seed. She fucked him for hours at a time, moaning and cuming all over his cock, and Bryce's balls emptied into her again and again, until she felt like her eyes would turn white with his seed!

Rachel couldn't get enough of this man and his cock: Bryce never tired, even as she fucked herself with his dick again and again, making the both of them cum hard so frequently she was sure their hearts would give out with the strain, and he filled her with so much cum Rachel felt like she was going to explode!

Yet all things had to end, and when the morning light began to drift through the window Rachel knew she had to stop, even though her whole body ached for more of Bryce's dick, even as her muscles ached from a night's worth of non-stop sex.

"Fuck..." she moaned, rolling off of Bryce. She had just fucked him into the only spot on the floor unsoiled by their romp. Hard enough to dent the floorboards. "We should stop..."

"Yeah..." Bryce gasped. He couldn't move: he had cum and cum. His balls ached and his cock ached, but it was barely a blip on his mind: all Bryce could think about was the incredible orgasms he had experienced all night. This woman was wild!

The door opened.

Rachel looked up to see Frankie poking her head round the door. "You should make a move," the woman said, grinning madly as she regarded the two hot, naked, and sweaty pair lying on the floor. "Charlie is still asleep."

"Surprised he got any sleep," Rachel muttered, feeling a little guilty about all of it. She paused. "How...?"

"No questions!" Frankie said, gesturing for Rachel to move. "Quick! Quick!"

Making a note to quiz the bizarre woman later today, Rachel hurried out of the room. She quickly made a path back downstairs, finding it bizarre to tread the path she and Bryce had fucked hours earlier. Jesus! So much sex! She should be exhausted, but Rachel was still high with lust.

Peering into the room where she had left her boyfriend, Rachel smiled as she saw Charlie still sleeping. A brief pause after closing the door to reapply her glam, Rachel made a stealthy approach to the bed, slipping her slimmer body under the covers beside him.

The sheets were damp with sweat. Rachel frowned.

That little slut...

Upstairs Frankie was regarding Bryce, who had still not moved from the floor. "So that's what she looks like under the glam," she said. "Si chaud... I wish I had muscles like that. How are you holding up down there, champ?"

Bryce raised a hand weakly.

*****

"Did you enjoy last night?"

His question made Rachel pause as she clipped her bra (one of those neat bras with the front clip). "What do you mean, babe?" She said, then quickly followed up with "of course I enjoyed it!" But then she thought maybe Charlie was talking about something completely mundane, and she mentally kicked herself for such sloppy lying. Jesus! She wasn't cut out for the cheating lifestyle! Not like Mac, at least, to whom lying was as natural as moving shit with her mind (apparently).

Standing by the window, sipping his morning coffee (Charlie wouldn't leave the house unless he had had at least one black coffee) and already dressed in a shirt and shorts for the beach, her boyfriend turned his ginger head to regard her with a smile. "I'm so glad," he said. "We had some great sex last night."

"We did," Rachel said, amazed at how she was able to smile so seductively, while inside she was seething.

She was going to fucking kill that bitch...

Walking over to her, Charlie gripped the back of her head in his forceful manner that made her pussy sing with how much it turned her on, and pulled her lips to his. They kissed messily - tongues wrapped around each other - before he broke off and grinned. "I'm so glad you told me you liked it when you went down on my arse," he said. "Same again tonight?"

Again, Rachel had no idea how she was controlling her face, but she hoped like hell Charlie didn't see how shocked she was at those words. Eating out his arse? What the fuck was that skank bitch Frankie doing all night while she (Rachel) was having perfectly normal cheating sex with Bryce Hunter? Rachel had fended off her boyfriend's desire to explore more... esoteric sexual acts recently, and now she was annoyed that he would be expecting her to continue these acts after this weekend (probably).

Now she was in a bind: Rachel wanted to have more sex with Bryce tonight - Mac said she would hold off for the weekend - but she also didn't want to leave Frankie alone with Charlie again for a second night. He was HER boyfriend! That French slut could sit downstairs and play with herself, for all Rachel cared, but Charlie was off-limits! Hypocrisy be damned!

God damn it! Why wasn't this working out like all those fantastical stories on r/taboocity? Those sluts had no problems fucking around behind their partner's backs, while Rachel seemed to be making her life more and more complicated with her cheating! It wasn't fair!

This was fucking Eroshire! Sex should be easy here, right?

"Of course, babe!" She said, smiling sweetly. "I love how we're spicing up our sex lives!"

Lying to Charlie would normally be a mistake - her boyfriend had an amazing bullshit detector - but she didn't see any other option for the moment. Rachel needed to find that skank with the great rack (and not her tits) and lay down the law before shit got REALLY out of hand.

*****

It was almost midday by the time everyone made it down to the beach: no one had managed to get much sleep throughout the night, and Rachel and Bryce had the least, so everyone slept in and rolled out of bed between nine and eleven (Charlie being the earliest riser of the lot of them). When everyone had managed to shower, dress, and eat breakfast made from the supplies Junji and Zhu had purchased for everyone, the day was almost halfway over.

No one seemed to mind: the midday sun was out in force, with a few fluffy clouds in the blue sky, and the wind was blowing up from the south, warming the skin as they all made the short distance from the house to the beachfront. The guys were dressed in shorts, with Charlie and Junji opting to wear brightly coloured shirts, while Ethan and Bryce went shirtless. The girls had all chosen to wear two-piece bikinis, with Mac and Rachel competing for the largest chests, while Zhu and Frankie displayed modest but still eye-catching cleavage. Zhu had a natural aversion to tanning, something she shared with succubi, but Mac was bronze as fuck, and Frankie's green-tinged skin was definitely turning a darker shade of green after yesterday.

Meanwhile Rachel was a lithe black-skinned goddess, and she swayed her hips when she noticed the eyes of other men on the beach. She didn't mind flaunting what she had for the admiration of others: Charlie's jealousy only reared its ginger-tinged head when she talked politics with other men. It was a curiosity that she loved: he only seemed to be threatened by other men when it seemed like they were meeting her at an intellectual level.

Maybe she shouldn't be too worried about Bryce...

Don't be stupid, she told herself as she walked arm-in-arm with her boyfriend. It was one thing to flaunt a great body for the admiring gazes of other men, but it was something completely different to have another man nail her to the bed, and fill her pussy and womb with his sperm. It had taken ages in the shower for all the cum Bryce had pumped into her to be flushed out: Rachel had taken the shower head from the bracket it rested in and turned it upside-down; squirting hot water at high velocity up into her. What had gushed out of her had been milky-white for ages, until eventually her insides had been washed clean.

Jesus... how much had he packed into her? His bed had been soaked, and the furniture and floor had been coated in fluids when she had made a sneaky exit in the earlier hours of the morning. Despite having only a few hours sleep - Charlie's comparatively early rising at about nine had interrupted what sleep Rachel had managed to get - she was buzzing with energy, and more importantly her pussy was eager to feel Bryce and his big, thick, hard cock once more.

She had today and tomorrow to enjoy Bryce all to herself, before Mac entered the game once more. Rachel was eager to find a way she could disappear for an hour and a bit to enjoy Bryce somewhere. But where? It was a wide open beach: she needed a reason to head off somewhere. The ice cream parlor by the old hutch where Mac had fucked Bryce yesterday? It was fair game now with Mac promising to stay out of the way.

Glancing at the curvacious woman, Rachel noticed Mac was giving her the side-eye while she hung onto a very proud-looking Ethan. No doubt her (Mac's) boyfriend was enjoying how his girlfriend was drawing all the male attention away from other women at the beach. Despite herself Rachel had to admit Ethan had all the reason in the world to be proud: Mackenzie Frost was a smokeshow, even if she was a little shit.

A wonderful little shit, and the best friend a girl could ask for. When she wasn't chasing after the guy that Rachel also had her lustful eyes on. No doubt they would laugh about it in the pub later, but for now it was all fair in love and war, and all that.

Settling down onto the sand, the eight of them laid out towels, set up parasols for Zhu and Junji, drew out drinks from the portable cooler Bryce and Frankie had carried down between them, and settled back for a lazy Saturday on the beach. The sun was out and the clouds kept a respectful distance. In the waves far off from shore people on surfboards were racing pale-skinned people who danced between the waves, flashing long fins behind them.

"Hey, Bryce?"

Bryce turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. He was playing it cool this morning, even though Rachel knew he must still be recovering from the way she had fucked the everloving shit out of him for hours all over the room he was sharing with Frankie. Their sweaty, lusty and fluid-filled sex had made a right mess of everything, and Rachel felt just a little bad that Bryce and his female friend probably had to spend quite a lot of time this morning cleaning it up.

Then Rachel remembered Frankie had sex with Charlie last night, and her shame disappeared.

"Have you ever fucked a mermaid?" She asked him, grinning.

"Not yet," he said, surprising everyone. "Only one left on my homo collectus bingo card."

Ethan frowned. "What... really? All of them? Even vampires?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the pale woman reclining on the towel beneath the parasol beside her boyfriend. Zhu flashed a toothy grin.

"Not Zhu, obviously," Bryce said, giving the woman a cautious look. He wasn't liking the way she looked at him when it was obvious she thought he wasn't paying any attention to her. He hoped she wasn't going to try and compete with Mac and Rachel for his attention. Bryce didn't think he could cope with all three of his mate's girlfriends trying to ride him. Mac was bad enough, and now with Rachel?!?

It was enough to make a man break down...

... well almost. The sex HAD been incredible...

"Obviously," Zhu said, grinning. "So what do you think about a pale girl, Bryce? Do we fuck good?"

"Answer carefully," Junji said. Even though he was focused on the waves, Rachel saw a wicked grin on his face. "My beautiful girl here takes pride in what she is."

Bryce made a face. "Ahh... not as good as succubi."

Zhu hissed. "Skanks," she muttered.

Rachel wondered what was behind the strange cultural racism prevalent between vampires and succubi, a mutual dislike that she had encountered in every member of homo sanguine and homo lilim (respectively). Oddly enough her kind, homo lycan, seemed to get on well with Zhu's people, contrary to popular fiction, which often painted werewolves and vampires as arch enemies.

"Hey, no shade to all the gorgeous bloodsucking women out there, but this one succubus chick I fucked on campus a few months back was WILD," Bryce said. He then looked skyward. "Fuck... what was her name... Erica... Edith... Eris... something Winters..."

Rachel gave a start when Charlie sat bolt upright beside her. He looked past her at Bryce in shock. "Bryce, you fucked Benedict Winter's eldest daughter, Erin?"

"Erin! That's her name... wait, who's Benedict Winters?"

Charlie almost choked. Rachel stared at her boyfriend in bemusement: she had never seen him shocked at anything in her life. "Only THE greatest ambassador of the UN in living memory! The man's a fucking legend amongst the international political bodies. The Baltic Coalition and the taming of the USSR, ending the Cold War and bringing Russia into the West? Benedict Winters. Peace in Israel and Palestine, and the founding of the independent city-state of Jerusalem? Benedict Winters. The Treaty of Jade between China and Taiwan? Benedict Motherfucking Winters. The man's been working miracles all over the world, and somehow managed to find the time to father three kids. He's my fucking idol, Bryce!"

"Wow..." Bryce said, open-mouthed. "Sounds like a great guy."

"That's an understatement!" Charlie said. "Do you still have her number?"

"Who?"

"Jesus Christ! Erin! Have you forgotten her name already?"

"I didn't get her number."

"OK, Bryce? When the new year starts at UoE, I need you to put me in contact with her. I would literally kill to get a chance to talk to her father."

"He's not joking," Rachel said, jerking her thumb at her boyfriend. "He's got like a shrine to this guy."

"Babe... it's just one picture."

"One picture in front of a dozen newspaper cuttings of everything he's done!" Rachel said, laughing.

"Charlie mate," Ethan said, laughing, "do you have a crush on this guy, or something?"

"If you're asking if I would go down on Benedict Winters out of sheer respect for the man, then yes."

That shut Ethan up, who blinked in surprise, much to the amusement of Mac, who burst out laughing at her boyfriend's expression.

Bryce suddenly stood up. "Well, I think I've learnt more than I wanted about you, mate," he said. Looking down at Frankie, he then added "you want to go for a swim?"

"Sure," she said, grinning. Her eyes then moved to Rachel, who suddenly realised an opportunity for some sordid cheating fucking.

It seemed everyone realised Bryce apparently wanted some one-on-one time with his lady friend, for none of the others suggested going down to the sea either. Everyone was content to sit back and enjoy the sun (or the shade, in the case of Zhu and Junji). Rachel watched Bryce and Frankie walk down the beach, their feet testing the temperature of the water as the waves gently lapped before heading out deeper into the sea.

"Hey babe?" Rachel said to Charlie. "I'm gonna grab some ice cream. You want anything?"

"Nah," Charlie said. "I'm good."

Mentally thankful that she didn't have to return with ice cream this time, Rachel got up and began to walk down the beach towards the ice cream parlor next to the old abandoned shack where Bryce and Mac made frantic sex yesterday, but before reaching it (some two hundred metres away from where the group made camp) she turned left and headed down to the water.

Charlie knew that she hated getting her hair wet when she had it styled in an afro, as the damn thing just collapsed and she looked like a wet dog (smelled like one too). Knowing this, and knowing that he would be on the look-out for her giant head, Rachel walked out into the surf and dunked her head beneath.

Her hair stuck to her head and shoulders when she pulled out. Even though it was partially an illusion, it felt incredibly uncomfortable and Rachel hated it, but it was necessary to walk back along the waterfront, amongst all the other people enjoying the waves, without worry that her boyfriend would notice her out of all the others (there was a lot of other black people amongst the crowd). Her hair obscured a lot of her face from view, helping her feel incognito as she waded back to where Bryce and Frankie were frollicking: they had chosen a spot some distance away from the group, trusting that the others would understand, guessing they needed a little privacy amongst the crowds.

Frankie noticed her first. The woman smiled. "Knew you'd take the bait," she said.

"You want to do something a little risky?" Bryce said, grinning at her.

Rachel waded out to join them. They weren't too far out that she needed to swim, but the water level was almost at her tits, and she was a tall fucking glass of water! "Since when did you do risky?" She asked him with a wide smile. Her pussy was aching to feel his dick once more, and she knew it wouldn't be too long.

But first...

Reaching up, Rachel grabbed an antler to pull Frankie closer.

"Hey! Watch it! They're fragile!" The dryad squealed.

"I know you fucked my boyfriend last night!" Rachel said.

"Oh damn... is someone getting annoyed they're being cheated on?" Bryce said, grinning.

She hated that he had a point. "This wasn't part of the deal!" She said, lamely. Still, she let go of Frankie's antler, mostly because she was genuinely worried about accidentally pulling it out. She'd heard they were surprisingly fragile, and many guys had made the mistake of pulling on them too hard during sex.

"How'd you expect me to keep him occupied?" Frankie said in Rachel's voice and accent.

Rachel blinked. The other woman's impression of her was uncanny. Even Bryce was stunned.

Shrugging, Frankie said "I'm good with voices. I'm also really good with glams. I've done some fucked up shit, I'll admit, but a lot of guys really enjoy fucking a woman who can look and sound like whoever they want."

Turning to Bryce, Rachel raised an eyebrow. To his credit he looked abashed. "Hey! I ain't never asked her to do any of that kind of shit!" He said. "I like having sex with Frankie. I don't want her to be anything else for me."

"He's kind of vanilla like that," Frankie said. Then her expression turned mischievous: "not like your man, Rachel. He's into some REALLY kinky shit."

"Yeah, what the fuck did you two get up to last night?" Rachel asked. "He's asking me to eat his arse out! I don't do butt stuff! I'm especially not putting my tongue near my boyfriend's sweaty arsecrack!"

"Shame, he tastes great."

Rachel looked at Bryce, who stuck his tongue out in disgust. They both laughed.

Sighing, Frankie looked from one to the other. "You're both no fun!" She sighed. "Look, let me give you a great rack, Rachel, and I'll let you two enjoy each other." She reached forward and placed her hands either side of Rachel's head.

"But I have a... oh," Rachel frowned when she felt weight on her head. Reaching up she felt bony growths extending upwards, splitting apart like the antlers of a deer. "Oh... oh wow... are they always this heavy?"

"Always," Frankie said. "I've got fucking hardcore neck muscles. I've lightened your hair to match mine."

"And my skin too," Rachel said, looking at her arms. "God, I'm so full of green privilege right now..."

"Ha-fucking-ha," Frankie said. "Anyway, I'm off. Enjoy!"

Turning to look at the woman, Rachel blinked as Frankie's form shifted in a most unsettling manner, until she (Rachel) was looking at the exact mirror of herself. Only Frankie's afro was unspoilt by the water. Little details like that made Rachel appreciate Frankie's experience with masquerading as other women. "Don't enjoy my boyfriend too much!" She muttered.

"Feeling jealous?"

Rachel smiled as she felt Bryce's hands on her hips. "Maybe..." she said. "Want to fuck the jealously out of me?"

She didn't need to say anything else: Rachel felt Bryce's flingers slip her small bikini bottoms aside, as his thick shaft pushed into her once more. Moaning as she felt her pussy widen - accommodating his girth and rigidity - Rachel realised they were having sex right in public! The waters this far out didn't have as many people about as there were closer to the shore - some twenty metres away - but there were plenty of people around, and here Bryce was pushing his shaft deep into her, as they stood close in the waters. The action hidden beneath the surface.

"Oh... oh fuck... I can't believe we're doing this..." Rachel purred as Bryce began to gently piston his shaft in and out of her, keeping everything from the upper torso upwards, above the water, as still as possible, so it would appear to anyone glancing in their direction that they were two people having a conversation out in the water away from the beach.

"You wanted it," Bryce said, grinning. "Although... I'm a little disappointed you're keeping the glam up."

"Don't make me look hideous in front of everyone," Rachel said. Despite all the salt water it still felt good to have him inside her. She wondered what it would feel like to have Bryce pump his load into her, with all the water around them.

"You don't look hideous," Bryce said. His hands were divided between holding her hips to keep her steady while he pistoned his dick beneath the surface, and exploring her back: that hand was moving upwards to the strap holding her yellow bikini top to her large black (now greenish-white) tits. "You look beautiful."

"I'm an ugly muscle freak-"

His kiss took her by surprise, and literally took her breath away: Rachel had little air in her lungs when he fastened his lips to hers. She reciprocated, and the two of them made out for a while in the sea, as he kept his cock moving back and forth inside her. It wasn't anywhere near as fast or aggressive as when they had fucked last night, but it was too fast too be described as making love by anyone's idea of the term. No, they were fucking in the sea, right where everyone could see. Even their friends: when she finally broke the kiss Rachel looked up the beach to see if anyone from the group was watching, and was relieved to see them all laughing and joking amongst each other. A tall black woman was relaxing with her arm around Charlie: it was surreal to see herself - literally! - but Rachel was glad Frankie was here this weekend.

Mac didn't have it anywhere near this easy last weekend!

"You sound like Charlie," she said, still looking back up the beach to her boyfriend. Bizarre, for while she watched Charlie kiss a woman pretending to be her, Bryce was pumping his thick cock into her submerged pussy. Even at this reduced speed (when compared to last night) it was more than enough to stir up some intense feelings inside her. Rachel wondered how it would feel to cum in the water (sea water, that is: she had come many times in hot tubs, the bath, and a swimming pool). "He says I'm beautiful..."

"You don't believe him?" Bryce said. His smile was warm, and it made Rachel want to open up a bit.

"I think he believes it..."

"But you don't?"

She shrugged, unsure how to answer that question. Sometimes when she caught herself in the mirror she felt powerful and beautiful, but often when she regarded what she truly looked like Rachel felt like a freak, and was glad her parents taught her how to glam up from a young age. It was conflicting, and Rachel was not sure how she should feel, but she appreciated what Bryce was saying; echoing what Charlie had said to her many times before. Maybe these men saw something she didn't, or maybe they were just being nice to her because they wanted to nut inside her pussy.

Who knew with guys?

"I think you're hot as hell," Bryce whispered in her ear, as he continued to move his cock deep inside her. The closeness, the exhibitionism, and the fact they were having sex literally in sight of her boyfriend, were all conspiring to help Rachel's orgasm move faster than normal. They hadn't been fucking for long, but the whole sordid affair was really helping to turn her on. She wouldn't cum hard, but she would cum, and that was enough for her.

"Hmm... even my glam?"

"Your glam is hot," Bryce said. He kissed her neck as he fucked her. Rachel's hands explored his shoulders as she welcomed his huge cock inside her again and again. It spread her so wide. Filled her with hot cock. So much cock! She loved Charlie - she really did! - but her boyfriend didn't fill her pussy with as much hot, thick cock meat as Bryce did. Even at such a relaxed pace (when compared to the animalistic rutting that occurred last night) she felt like she was filled with more of Bryce's flesh than her own. Her pussy gripped his shaft so tightly that she could feel every vein on the surface of his cock as it rubbed against the insides of her vagina. The feeling sent shivers of erotic energy pulsing through her, and Rachel moaned softly with how good it felt to feel Bryce's dick moving back and forth inside her once more.

"Oh fuck... you're so good..." she moaned. "You feel so good... keep doing this... keep fucking me with your big, thick, hard, meaty fuck pole."

"'Fuck pole'?" Bryce said, his expression bemused. "Sounds like you want to take a trip to Warsaw."

"Hmm... I wouldn't mind returning there," Rachel said. When he looked at her quizzically she clarified: "I did my gap year touring eastern Europe. Fucked my way through Poland, Ukraine, Romania, Hungary... a brief stay in Austria, then ended in Czechia. So many guys... I think I average five in each country."

She could tell from his expression that something amused Bryce, and she was about to ask when he then said "so you just circled Slovakia like it had the plague?"

"Oh... I guess I did... Do you have family there, or something?"

Bryce laughed, pulling her closer to him. Her large tits pressed against his chest, and his cock plunged just a little deeper than it had been going before. She moaned softly with how good it felt to have him just a few inches further than before. "No, I'm as Welsh as they come," he said, and it sounded like he exaggerated the accent just a little to make a point. "Both parents. Nothing exotic here, I'm afraid."

"Hmm... I don't mind a little home-grown pleasure," Rachel said. "I like not needing to travel to the other end of the continent to get a good fuck. Although... hmm... I do like to travel... and I do love a little exotic in my sex life..."

"But no butt stuff."

"Fuck you," Rachel laughed. "I'm not going anywhere near your arse, Bryce. It's probably as hairy as the rest of you."

"Says the wolf girl," Bryce said, grinning. Although Rachel knew he didn't mean it unkindly. "Don't worry: I'm hooked enough as it is on your pussy to wonder how any other hole of yours might feel."

"Hmm? Even my mouth?"

"Your mouth is for kissing," he said, kissing her to prove the point. Their tongues met and slapped around each other, spreading saliva everywhere. The noises they both made while making out were almost as loud as the waves nearby, so much that someone several metres away called out for them to get a room, having no idea what was happening below the surface of the waters. Breaking the kiss, Bryce smiled at her with an expression men had when they were balls-deep in a hot woman. "And your pussy is for my dick."

"Hmm... damn fucking right it is," she purred. Giving him such 'fuck me' eyes that Bryce almost lost it and blew his load prematurely inside her. Fortunately his stamina was the stuff of legends, and he resumed his powerful (but leisurely) thrusting with a drastically reduced chance to empty his balls into her. "Your cock is for my pussy, Bryce. It's made for me. Made to fuck me. Made to cum inside me. I want to feel your thick hot cum inside me. Hmm... I love feeling your cum inside me. So warm... so thick... you fill me, Bryce. You fill me until it's like I'm going to explode."

"I definitely don't want that to happen," Bryce said. "You'll just make a mess."

"You make a mess," she countered, grinning. "You make a mess of me."

"If you keep telling me how much you want my cum, I'm going to make another mess of you."

"Oh... really?" Rachel smirked. "I want your cum, Bryce. I want it inside me. Fill me up with your cum."

"You want me to-"

Whatever Bryce was going to say was interrupted by a large wave that washed over them, knocking both of them off their feet. They floundered in panic for a moment as the both of them tried to swim with their organs joined, before Bryce pulled out to regain his balance.

"Fuck!" He gasped as he found his footing. "Wasn't expecting that!"

"And yet we probably should have seen it coming," Rachel muttered, looking further out to sea, where all the surfers were enjoying the waves. "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea."

"There's always the hutch," Bryce said, nodding towards the disused building where he had fucked Mac.

"I thought Mac had the key?"

Fishing it out of the pockets of his swimming shorts, Bryce flashed her the small key to the hutch: a large plastic tag attached to it with almost indecipherable writing scribbled on the paper inside it. "Gave it to me this morning. In case you wanted some time alone with me. No catch."

"With Mac there's always a catch," Rachel said, but she snatched the key out of Bryce's hand with a smile.

The journey through the water to the beach was torturous for Rachel, but somehow she managed to walk through the salty water without jumping Bryce's boner: in fact she managed to hold off on it until they had both scurried up the wooden steps to the disused hutch, opened the door with the key, and slinked inside.

Rachel practically threw Bryce down onto the dusty wooden boards and straddled him.

"Lose the glam!" Bryce growled. His eyes filled with lust for her.

Rachel shook her head. "I'm not as good as Frankie," she said. "If I drop this look I won't be able to make it again! Sorry Bryce, but I'm going to have you fuck you looking like that French skank."

He sighed. "Oh well," he said. Then he smirked. "You'll just have to ride me like Frankie never has."

"That I can do," Rachel said, smirking.

And she proceeded to do just that, and within minutes Bryce was gripping her thighs as she pounded him into the wooden boards. In fact the whole structure began to shake with the force of these two fucking, and onlookers by the ice cream shack a few dozen metres away gathered to observe the building vibrating with a lot of amusement. Cheers began as the hutch shook, and screams of pleasure could be heard from within the dilapidated structure.

When Bryce and Rachel (looking like Frankie) finally emerged, they did so to a round of applause.

"Well this is a little embarrassing," Rachel muttered to him.

"You earned it," Bryce said. "Frankie DEFINITELY hasn't ridden me like that!"

Rachel smiled with pride.

*****

"Glad you could join us," Charlie said sarcastically when Bryce and his girl finally returned. "We were just about to send out the search party. You've both been gone so long Zhu and Junji have moved their shade at least three times."

"It's only half-two!" Bryce said, laughing. "Look, sorry but Frankie and I wanted to have some fun. Sorry that you guys have such stilted sex lives."

"That's not fair," Ethan said, sighing. "You know none of us here can match your insane stamina."

Bryce grinned, giving 'Frankie' a look that she returned, before he glanced at the black woman reclining on the beach towel next to Charlie. Frankie (disguised as Rachel) winked, and made an excuse about going to the public toilets further down the beach. Rachel (disguised as Frankie) offered to accompany her, as all women tended to go to toilets in pairs and men never questioned this behaviour.

With the two women heading off to drop their glams (or re-apply hers, in the case of Rachel), Bryce sat on the towel next to Ethan, silently basking in the stealthy glare Mac was giving him (Bryce). "Three times!"

"Stop it," Ethan said, sighing. He turned to his girlfriend. "He always does this."

"Three times what, Bryce?" Mac said, pretending not to know what Bryce meant.

"Ethan-"

"He came in her three times," Ethan said, sighing again. "You know no one here is interested in your sex life, Bryce?"

"What's your record, Bryce?" Zhu suddenly asked, her smile worryingly sly.

"I'm with Ethan here," Junji said. "We're not interested." He was lying on his back, hands behind his head with sunglasses despite the shade offered by the parasol he shared with Zhu. "Some of us had a great lunch that we'd like to keep down."

"He's really vanilla," Mac muttered. Then, realising she might have let too much slip, quickly uttered "that is, that's what I've heard. From others. Other people. Who have had sex with Bryce." She looked from one person to the other, until she realised no one was really listening and sighed with relief.

"Hey guys!"

That got everyone's attention: all eyes (including Junji's) turned to watch two women approach. Frankie's (looking like Frankie) face was one of all-knowing smugness, while Rachel (looking like Rachel) smiled warmly as she carried two large poles in her long black arms. The poles were wrapped up in a white netting. Frankie carried a large red ball in her green-tinged hands.

"Look what we rented!" Rachel said, beaming proudly.

"A volleyball kit?" Mac said, jumping to her feet. "Hell yeah! Anyone want to work up a sweat with us?"

"Me!" Zhu said, practically leaping upright with enthusiasm.

"I am more than happy watching the girls play," Ethan said.

"You mean you're more than happy to watch our tits bounce around," Mac said, playfully kicking him.

"Erm... yes," Ethan admitted, much to his girlfriend's bemusement. "But I'm also happy watching you all play. I mean... you get competitive, Mac."

"I do not!" She protested.

She did: it was barely five minutes after they had set up the two poles to form a volleyball net that Mac's competitive streak kicked into action. She had been teamed up with Zhu, and the two of them quickly got a lead over Frankie and Rachel. The boys were all watching; following Ethan's lead in observing the sacred game of beach volleyball, which should, by all rights, be played only by women in skimpy bikinis. Thus, the four girls honoured this most holy of traditions with their attire, and their breasts bounced magnificently (one could even say they breasted boobily) as they lunged across the sand to bounce the red ball over the net with clenched fists.

"Hell yeah!" Mac yelled when she scored a point. "In your face, Rach!"

Muttering under her breath, and already working up a sweat on her false glam, Rachel looked over at her teammate. "I thought you said you were good at this?"

"I am!" Frankie protested. "But I didn't realise we were playing for our lives here!"

"When you come at the king, you best don't miss!" Mac said, spreading her arms wide as she gestured to herself. "Gotta bring your A-game here. Or, you know, you could just surrender."

"Oh, she did not just say that..." Frankie said, placing a hand on her hip as she regarded Mac.

Zhu shrugged, before hitting the ball.

The game continued, with all the women lunging across the sands emitting loud grunting, as they sought to outplay each other. The ball bounced from fists to fists over the net so fast that the four guys watching all had a hard time keeping their eyes on the bright red sphere. Beers were passed between them as they all enjoyed the sight of four intensely attractive women getting all hot and sweaty and competitive.

"YEAH!" Zhu celebrated, punching the air, before high-fiving Mac as the two women celebrated.

Frankie turned to Rachel in exasperation. "We're getting slaughtered!"

Gritting her teeth, Rachel only nodded in agreement. Then she noticed. "You cheating BITCH!"

"What?" Mac said, feigning innocence. Her grey eyes glittering with gold flecks. "I'm just giving gravity a little hand, that's all."

"Ethan, your girl's cheating!" Charlie said, although he seemed more impressed than annoyed. He turned back to yell across the sand at Rachel. "Babe! Show them what you got!"

Rachel shook her head at him, eyes wide, before noticing Frankie nodding aggressively.

"Come on!" The dryad said. "Gloves off! Let's show them what we've got!"

For a moment she stood there, paralysed by indecision. It was such an innocent request from both Charlie and Frankie, but for Rachel it meant casting away so much self-doubt. She had never felt sexy in her actual form until she met Charlie, and last night Bryce also told her she was hot, and Frankie accepted her... why was she afraid of the reactions from her friends? Or anyone else on this beach?

What was she so afraid of?

"Come on then!" Mac said. "Lets see your puppy face!"

The smug look on her friend's face tipped Rachel over from self-doubt to aggressively wanting to wipe the smugness from Mac's expression. Fuelled by anger, Rachel placed her hands together and focused on that aura she had become so skilled in weaving constantly around herself. Letting it go was simple, but felt odd when done in the daylight in front of everyone, and it took Rachel a moment to realise she had done it.

It was the expressions on her friend's faces, bar Charlie, Bryce and Frankie, that made Rachel laugh.

"Holy shit," Mac said. Her amber-flecked eyes wide. "Why were you hiding that?!?"

"Oh my God, girl!" Zhu said. "Those muscles are gorgeous!"

Someone whistled, and Rachel realised it was Charlie. Her boyfriend was grinning at her in support, while behind him Bryce winked at her. Ethan and Junji were staring, wide-eyed. Not in shock, she realised, but in amazement, and she knew it was because she now visibly had bigger muscles than either of them.

"Seriously!" Mac said. "Why were you hiding that?"

"Well... I kinda look..." Rachel began, then petered off when she realised she wasn't sure what she wanted to say. What did she look like? She was a tall black woman with great musculature and hair to die for. That was what Charlie was always saying. He thought she looked hot. Bryce thought she looked hot. Her friends all thought she looked hot.

She really had spent the last ten years being afraid of nothing, hadn't she?

Well, fuck it: she was going to crush her friends at this silly beach game. Grinning at Mac, Rachel reached up with her hands as Zhu launched the ball over the net. When Rachel's fists made contact a loud sound of impact hit everyone's ears, as the red ball was launched deep into the sand at Mac's feet; the woman leapt back in shock as she observed how deep the ball had gone into the sand.

"Holy shit!" Mac said. Looking up she saw Rachel's expression, and her own features hardened. "Fine! Be like that!" Bright amber light filled her eyes, and the ball was pulled out of its hole by unseen powers, to be launched over the net.

When Rachel intercepted Mac's eromantically-powered shot, Charlie couldn't help but lean over to Bryce and whisper "wanna take bets?" He took note of how a moment of panic shot through Bryce, as if the man didn't want to pick a side between these two powerful women.

But then Ethan interjected: "Sure, a tenner on Mac and Zhu."

"Nah," Charlie said, never one to shy away from a little bet. "Rach will dominate those two. Twenty."

As the formerly casual game of volleyball heated up, the guys upped their bet as the women upped the fire in their rivalry, until the sand was flying and the sweat dripping down honed and muscular bodies, and the air was filled with the grunts and screams of the women, so wrapped up in their competition that none saw the beach police until the officer intercepted the ball.

"OK, that's quite enough," she said. "There's children present."

*****

"I can't believe you thought we'd think you ugly," Mac said to Rachel as they all walked back from having another evening eating out. A different restaurant this time - further inland in Cunny-by-the-Sea's affluent commercial road - and after much encouragement Rachel hadn't donned her glam, instead allowing Ethan and Mac to take her shopping a few hours beforehand. Amazingly they had found a dress in her actual size, and Rachel still couldn't believe how people had looked at her.

Like everyone - men and women - wanted her to sit on their faces.

"I know... I guess I was just self-conscious that I was a six-foot thirteen year old with more muscles than most of the other girls' dads," Rachel said. She still didn't feel entirely comfortable walking out in public without a glam, but she'd be lying if she didn't enjoy being taller than everyone; even Bryce!

"Babe, you're beautiful," Charlie said, for the umpteenth time this evening. He squeezed her waist as they walked arm-in-arm. Rachel rested her head on top of his and smiled contently. She almost felt bad about what she was planning to do tonight, but what Charlie didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Rach," Bryce said, frowning, "mind if I ask you a question?"

She looked over Charlie's head at him, walking alongside with Frankie on his back (she wasn't drunk, she just wanted a piggy-back from the buff Welshman), and was curious as to where this conversation would go. "What's up?"

"Actually, Frankie can chip in as well if she wants," Bryce said, turning his head to look back at her. "Just how much does a glam change your body? I mean... I can't feel Frankie's antlers when she removes them, and I guess Rachel doesn't weigh like a six-foot-plus bodybuilder when she's on top of you... right, Charlie? So how much does it... like... fuck with reality?"

Rachel smiled at Bryce's attempts to question how their sex last night felt, and how different it must have been for him fucking her with the glam up, and then (multiple) times with the glam down. Glancing over to her boyfriend, Rachel was glad to see Charlie smiling at Bryce in a way that suggested he found the larger man's question perfectly innocent, and not clumsily trying to answer a question he probably had since last night.

"How much do you want me to get into psychoquantum physics?" Frankie said sweetly, in the manner of someone who's had to answer this question many times to many people.

"ELI-five," Bryce replied without hesitation.

"Reality is the interaction of energy," Frankie said. "Whether that energy is ordered, like in atoms and shit like that, or disordered, like radiation, energy interacts with energy and we perceive it through our limited comprehension as mere mortals. Magic is fucking with that interaction, although how you fuck depends on whether you're shoving your cock in the gears of the universe, like with Little-Miss-Hips-and-Tits over there-" Mac snorted with laughter at that description "-or you're gently making love to reality like a witch does. Glams are more the latter. Glams just persuade how you should perceive your interactions as energy with other energy."

"My mum told me to think of it like that scene in 'The Last Crusade'," Rachel said. "You know the one? It's when Indy has to cross the chasm, and the instructions are to take a leap of faith or some shit. So he takes a step... and it turns out there's a rock bridge that's been expertly painted to look like the chasm. We know he doesn't fall because there's a bridge, which is solid, right? A glam would just make a really convincing argument that you should fall, because it LOOKS like a bottomless chasm, so it IS a bottomless chasm."

"I like that!" Frankie said. "Not seen the film though."

The others made known their surprise, which grew worse when Frankie admitted she HAD seen one Indy film: The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull...

Eventually the conversation turned back to glams: "So when you hide your antlers they're still there, but I can't feel them because you're telling me they ain't there?" Bryce said, frowning. "So... my hands are just passing through them?"

"In a way, yeah," Frankie said.

"Can it work in reverse? Make you feel stuff that ain't there? Could you glam yourself a dick?" Bryce said, grinning. "Could you peg me?"

Frankie smirked. "Yeah, but it's tricky," she said. "It's harder to make yourself feel bigger. Rachel learnt a simple way to make herself seem smaller than she is, but it's harder for someone like me to appear as big as she is now."

"Hey! I'm not BIG! Just... well-muscled..." Rachel said, before noticing Frankie's wide grin. She shared the smile with the other woman, before looking at Charlie. "Babe... I never thought about giving myself a glam dick!"

"You should do that tonight!" Charlie said. He squeezed Rachel's expansive waist, and she thought about how Frankie would probably enjoy fucking her boyfriend in the arse with a glam-conjured cock. Rachel did not want to ask the glam-talented woman to masquerade as her again, especially as it would probably end with Frankie and Charlie having sex, but then Rachel would be fucking Bryce all night again, so she really didn't have a leg to stand on here...

How she managed to make it back to the house, walking and laughing along the narrow streets, without acting weird towards Bryce, knowing that she was going to spend the whole night taking this hung stud's huge cock in her mouth, tits, and pussy, was a miracle. How she hadn't given Bryce an under-the-table footjob like the other night was also a miracle, but Rachel had composed herself and tried not to be strange when her boyfriend had spent the whole evening with his arms around her. Charlie couldn't keep his hand off of her, and Rachel found it quite adorable that he was obsessed with her natural form.

Again, she did feel slightly ashamed of what she was going to do, but the lure of Bryce's dick was too much to ignore. She needed to feel him inside her again. Needed to feel him pounding her silly. Then she wanted to pound HIM silly. If only she had enough talent with a glam to give herself a dick. Then she'd show Bryce how good it felt to have a huge, hard member pushed inside you over and over again. To be filled with cum until it felt like you were going to burst!

She couldn't wait to hop into bed with Bryce again, but she needed to make sure Charlie was seen to first: when the others were laughing and joking in the garden, Rachel and Frankie made their excuses to leave the party for the bathroom (again, relying on the guys to not question why the two women needed to go in a pair even in the relative safety of the house they were renting). Once upstairs and out of sight the women worked on their glams, until Rachel looked like Frankie, and Frankie looked like Rachel.

It took a little longer than the first time Frankie had apparently glammed herself up as Rachel, for, as she had described on the walk back, this time she needed to REALLY buff up: appearing as Rachel's natural, well-muscled form, and not just as a tall black woman. Eventually, though, the dryad managed to appear convincing enough, though it took a few efforts, with Rachel - in her natural form - standing in front and side-by-side in the mirror, until both women were happy with Frankie's glam.

It didn't help that Frankie's unsuccessful efforts caused the two of them to burst into giggles.

"It's really disturbing how easily you picked up my voice," Rachel said, knowing how odd it must seem to anyone watching (not that there was anyone) for the slim Frankie to sound like a tall black woman.

Frankie (appearing as Rachel) shrugged. "It wasn't too difficult," she said, her voice deeper than normal. "You're not the first black woman I've impersonated."

"You know you're technically wearing blackface, right?"

"Want to argue that's worse than greenface?"

They both laughed at their tasteless humour, before heading back downstairs. Rachel knew she couldn't talk like Frankie, and so cuddled up with Bryce without a word: the hunk quickly realising it was her, and drawing her closer as he regarded Charlie with disguised concern. While Fankie, disguised as Rachel, held Charlie in her huge muscular arms. It was a testament to how turned on Rachel's boyfriend was, that after barely a half-hour Charlie made an excuse and practically dragged 'Rachel' upstairs.

"We're gonna make a move too," Bryce told the other four, his arms around 'Frankie'.

Ethan and Junji smirked, while Mac and Zhu shared knowing looks.

Bryce and 'Frankie' didn't stick around, and they barely made it into Bryce's room before they tore off all their clothes - Rachel dropping the glam faster than Bryce dropped his trousers - and within minutes they were fucking furiously on the bed. Their bodies quickly worked up a sheen of sweat with how aggressively they rutted. The bed began to literally bounce as Rachel rode Bryce into the mattress, clutching her tits so tightly her fingers were turning white.

"FUCK YES! I'VE WAITED ALL GOD-DAMN DAY! I NEEDED THIS COCK, BRYCE! I NEEDED IT!"

"Jesus! We had sex earlier today!" Bryce laughed. He clutched her large muscular thighs as she pounded her arse onto his hips, taking all of his thick inches up into her so hard and fast he worried he would punch up into her guts, but Rachel didn't seem to care about doing herself any damage: if anything she was beast enough to break Bryce's iron-hard cock! "How are you not satisfied?"

"HOW CAN I BE SATISFIED WHEN YOUR DICK FEELS THIS GOOD?!?" Rachel moaned loudly as she pounded his hips into the mattress. The bed frame shook - the legs actually lifting from the wooden floor to return with loud bangs that had to be heard throughout the house - and the lusty pair moaned with how good their sex felt. Bryce's cock spearing Rachel's cunt over and over, as he drove her into a lustful frenzy. "I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THIS DICK! I NEED YOU INSIDE ME FOREVER! FUCK ME, BRYCE! I NEED YOUR COCK! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED!"

"You know Mac's gonna get back into the game after this weekend?" Bryce said, grinning, even though he was also shitting himself at the thought of these two crazy women fighting each other over him. While the whole thing stroked the ego, there was also the danger of any of Bryce's male friends finding out about it: a disaster if Ethan discovered Bryce was fucking his girlfriend behind his (Ethan's) back. It would be no less worse if Charlie found out...

Now Junji? Bryce still hadn't figured that guy out, so who knows what the fuck would happen if Junji saw Bryce fucking either Mac or Rachel. Or (both heaven-forbid and please-God-let-it-be-so) Zhu... maybe he was misinterpreting her looks his way, but Bryce was beginning to wonder if the third girlfriend in the club was also secretly thinking about having sex with him-

~~~~~

"OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THE FURY OF THE PARTY FUCKING THE RICH CAPITALIST PIGS OF THE WEST!" Zhu screamed as her boyfriend hammered her into the bed, her voice as loud as the sounds coming through the wall from next door. Her pale arms and legs were wrapped around Junji, as he drilled his thick rod into his girlfriend repeatedly. The both of them fuelled by the sounds of lust coming in from through the wall. "FILL ME WITH THICK, VIRILE COMMUNIST CUM!"

"Jesus Christ, Zhu," Junji muttered, sweat dripping down his face. "I told you not to make this political."

Opening her eyes, Zhu stared up at him with sweat-drenched lust. "I'll let you fuck me in the ass for round two!!!"

It took barely a fraction of a second for Junji to decide: "TAKE MY GLORIOUS COMMUNIST CUM! I'LL PLANT MY FIVE YEAR PLAN IN YOUR WOMB! BLESSED MAO: WITNESS THE CONCEPTION OF A NEW WORKER FOR THE CAUSE!!!"

~~~~~

While Zhu and Junji were having sex that would give Marx the hardest of proletariat boners, and while Mac was levitating Ethan in and out of her, moaning in pleasure while he was torn between horniness and terror, in the room next door to Mac and Ethan, directly below the sordid cheating sex happening between Bryce and Rachel, Charlie was holding onto his girlfriend's black hips as he nailed her from behind. Plunging his respectable cock into her shapely arse, as the two of them listened to the sounds of the bed bouncing in the room above them.

"Oh fuck... oh... like that... fuck me like that..." Frankie, disguised as Rachel, moaned as she took Charlie's cock up her rectum. Frankie enjoyed being penetrated in all four holes, although she appreciated different sized dicks for various orifices. While her pussy could swallow any sized cock (like Bryce's), she preferred to have smaller dicks in her mouth, and especially her arse. Charlie's average penis was just right for being rammed up her backside, and he had already made her cum (they had only been fucking for a half hour!)

"Like this?" Charlie said, pumping his dick nice and hard into her.

"Like that!" Frankie said.

"You like taking it up the arse?" Charlie said.

"I love taking it up the arse!" Frankie moaned, feeling another orgasm approach.

Suddenly she felt him grab a large amount of her fake brown hair and yank her head back. Frankie's eyes widened as she looked sideways to see Charlie's expression.

"Where the FUCK is my girlfriend, Frankie?!?" Charlie snarled.

"Oh merde," Frankie squealed.

~~~~~

"YES! FUCK! I LOVE THIS COCK!" Rachel screamed as she rode Bryce's dick to a pussy-shatteringly hard orgasm. Her vision clouded over red as pleasure exploded through her body. Her pussy clamped down on Bryce's dick so hard he was sure it was going to be crushed into a pulpy red mess, but thanks to his Godlike hardness his member resisted Rachel's impressive vaginal pressure. If anything his cock's shaft pushed out against her pussy with such force the resistance alone lengthened her orgasm, and Rachel screamed loudly as she came.

With both of them lost in pleasure - their eyes closed shut - neither Rachel or Bryce heard or saw a figure slip in through the door, closing it behind him before walking quietly over to the sofa by the window. With the sex heating up neither participant noticed the figure that was now settling back on the sofa, crossing his legs and resting an elbow on the sofa's arm. The two horny lovers continued to rut like animals, even as the figure retrieved his vape from his shorts pocket and took a few puffs, admiring Rachel's muscular body as it bounced aggressively on Bryce's dick.

"FUCK YES! FUCK ME, BRYCE! FUCK ME FOREVER! I LOVE YOUR COCK! IT'S SO MUCH BIGGER AND BETTER THAN MY BOYFRIEND'S! SO MUCH HARDER! SO GOOD! FUCK ME LIKE HE CAN'T! I WANT TO RIDE YOUR COCK EVERY NIGHT! I WANT TO FUCK YOU EVERY WAY I CAN! I WANT TO FUCK THIS BIG, THICK, HARD, MAGNIFICENT, INCREDIBLE, AWESOME, GLOR- OHHHH SHIT!!!"

Rachel froze. Her eyes had found Charlie's and every muscle in her body seized. Bryce didn't move either: his own body was locked in place when he saw the figure on the sofa, relaxed and puffing away on his vape as he watched them both.

"No please: do continue describing Bryce's dick," Charlie said, the vape twirling between his fingers as he regarded his girlfriend. "I don't think you've quite exhausted all possible words in the thesaurus yet."

She didn't reply: she couldn't. Everything she had been afraid of was happening. It was like watching the car crash in slow motion: the vehicles approaching with such certainty that she could already see the parts flying everywhere before they had actually made contact.

"What's the matter? Cat caught your tongue? What happened to my smart-mouthed girlfriend? What the fuck was the plan here, Rach?" Charlie said. "Did you honestly expect to enjoy fucking around and never find out, Shorehaven-style? This isn't the fucking West Coast, babe. We're all light sleepers here. So what was the fucking plan? Were you two going to have Frankie fuck me every time you wanted to fuck this hairy cunt? What was the plan for when Bryce and Frankie went back to UOE? Did you even think that far ahead?"

Rachel shook her head. It was all she could do.

"GOD!" Charlie groaned, clutching his head. With a sigh he pocket the vape and stood up. "You know, this hurts, it really does, but what hurts more, what really hurts, Rach, what REALLY FUCKING PAINS ME is that you had NO PLAN! NO FUCKING PLAN! What have I ALWAYS said?"

"Have a plan," Rachel squeaked.

"And if you have a plan?"

"Have a second plan," she said. "And a third, just in case."

"So what was the plan here?" Charlie asked, gesturing with both hands at Bryce, all the while he kept his eyes fixed on his girlfriend. "Please tell me, babe, because this is really painful. I thought you were smarter than this. I thought you were a fucking chessmaster. My intellectual equal! I thought I fell in love with your brains! That's what I fell in love with, Rach! I thought, after a long fucking string of disappointment, I had finally found someone as smart as me. Please tell me I was right!"

"I'm so sorry, babe," Rachel said. She knew how sordid it was to apologise to her boyfriend when she had his friend's cock embedded inside her, and it was fucking annoying that Bryce didn't even had the grace to go soft out of shame, but then she was sitting on him in all her naked glory, so maybe it was a compliment that Bryce remained hard even in this circumstance. "I was weak! I wasn't thinking! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I love you, babe! I love you so much! I can do better! I can be better! You're not wrong! You're not! I can do better than this!"

She was babbling: Rachel could hear it in her voice. Just hollow, meaningless platitudes.

So she stopped, swallowed, looked at her boyfriend, the love of her life, and admitted: "I was really, really fucking stupid at this. I'm sorry, babe. You deserve a girl who can cheat on you better than this."

Charlie looked at her for a moment, then sighed. "I guess 'cock drunk' really is a thing," he said. Suddenly the tension in his body language was gone. He wasn't smiling, but he no longer seemed like he was going to explode. "Babe... if you wanted to fuck around you could have just ASKED!" When she looked at him with surprise, he continued: "I'm not stupid enough to think you were going to sit in number ten like a good girl while I jetted around the world making every world leader suck my cock - figuratively, of course... although I'll be lying if I didn't admit Dannie Trump has great dick-sucking lips, but that's by-the-by. Getting back on point: when I asked you to ride with me on this trip, I didn't ask you to be a tradwife sitting dutifully all by yourself when I would be out of town. I figured eventually you might wander, and I made peace with that idea a long while ago. I don't mind if you fool around with some dumb sluts-"

"Hey!" Bryce said weakly, having finally found his voice.

Pointing a finger at him, Charlie finally looked at his friend, lying there on the bed naked, sweaty, with his girlfriend straddling him (Bryce). "Don't fucking get short with me, Bryce," Charlie said. "I don't think for a second you accidentally fell into my girlfriend. It takes two to tango. I love Rachel, and I think you're not too bad, but don't think for a second I'm not going to be pissed as fuck with you for a while. So shut up and lie there while Rach and I talk."

Nodding meekly, Bryce clamped his mouth shut.

"And you," Charlie said, turning his pointing finger to her, "I don't care if you want to use some guy as just a way to jerk yourself off, all I ask is that he means nothing to you but sex. That this is purely just some carnal fucking. It'll break my heart if I find out you're connecting to some other guy on an intellectual level, Rach..."

"Babe! It's not like that!" Rachel said. "I'm just fucking Bryce! I don't think about him beyond that!"

"What?" Bryce said, forgetting Charlie's threat already.

"Oh come on!" Rachel said, looking at him now. "We barely talked much before this! Don't tell me you'd thought this was going to be anything more than just great sex?"

"I guess not..." Bryce said. He wondered why he felt so disappointed.

"Good, keep it that way," Charlie said. Gripping Rachel's hair, he pulled her close and kissed her. From an unpleasant vantage point below Bryce watched them make out messily. When Charlie broke off, a string of saliva still joined his lips with Rachel's. "I fucking love your body. As punishment for being a cheating little slut, you're never going to hide your body behind a glam again. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Rachel said. She loved it when Charlie took control like this, and his voice was already stirring her pussy; it squeezed Bryce's cock, eager to ride him again. "No glam. I promise!"

"Good girl," Charlie said. "I give you permission to fuck Bryce when you want."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

Charlie looked down at Bryce. "What? Is my girlfriend not good enough for you? What is it? Too black? Too wolf? Too muscular? You got something against my gorgeous wolf queen?"

"What? No!" Bryce squeaked in the face of Charlie's fury.

"Good. Now lie there and let my baby fuck the shit out of you," Charlie said. "Asshole. You think you could sneak around behind my back and fuck my girl? I've been on to you since last weekend. Bet you enjoyed fucking Mac. I have half a mind to tell Ethan... but I won't. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and it might come in handy someday getting Little Miss Tits and Hips in line when I need her. Your punishment, Bryce, is to be my queen's sex toy whenever she wants."

"Hmmm..." Rachel purred, loving hearing her man dominate others.

"Enjoy your toy, babe. I'll be downstairs fucking a hot French slut in the arse."

"Enjoy YOUR toy, babe," Rachel said, smiling sweetly at her boyfriend as he made his way out. When she turned back to Bryce, she laughed at his expression. "Oh don't look like that! You get to fuck me whenever you want now, Bryce. What more do you want?"

What more did he want? Bryce wasn't sure how to answer, but the way Rachel felt as she began riding his cock once more soon pushed any introspective thoughts aside, and soon he was lost in the incredible feel of sex, where no unpleasant thought about what he wanted out of life could find him.

As Rachel rode him into the bed once again, Bryce vaguely recalled an old memory. Of a wish made to an incredibly stunning woman, in the grounds of an old estate. A wish to be wanted. The woman was so very tall, with eyes that never seemed the same colour twice.

'I think you might regret this request,' she had said.

She might have been onto something...

*****

"Good morning Mac," Charlie said as he entered the kitchen to find the curvy eromancer washing dishes from last night without getting her hands wet: in fact her hands were full with the bowl of cereal that she was crunching, while in the sink a sponge was rubbing itself against plates soaked in soap spud. "I confess I'm shocked at how proficient you've become in such a short space of time since unlocking a permanency regarding accessing your powers."

"Thanks," Mac said, looking at him with glowing amber eyes. "It's just practice and commitment."

"Two things I also excel at," Charlie said. He came to stand beside her, and held his hands behind him as he watched the plates clean themselves (they weren't really, but it was magical to think that the washing up was being done purely by itself as an act of sympathy towards these sex-drunk students inhabiting this old building). "You know, we're not entirely dissimilar."

"How so?" Mac asked, her voice telling him that she knew where he was going with this, but wanted him to tell her anyway just in case she was wrong.

"We're both very driven people," Charlie said, "who know what we want, and will do what is needed to get it regardless of the consequences of our actions. It's something we both share with Rach, and it's what I've fallen in love with, I must confess."

"I'm never going to be in government."

"True, but I feel your path will give you no less power," Charlie said. "Did you get much sleep last night?"

"Little. You?"

"Little," he said. "Still, we'll be sleeping in our own beds tonight. A chance to catch up on what we've been denied thanks to Bryce and his antics." Looking at her, he saw her smirk, and he waited until she placed a spoonful of cereal in her mouth before adding "although you might be wanting to resume fighting Rach for a chance to bed Bryce."

Rice krispies flew all over the sink. Mac turned on Charlie. "You asshole! You deliberately waited for me to have something in my gob before dropping that little bomb!" Her eyes narrowed, as they lost the glow. The sponge dropped into the water with a loud 'plop!' "How long have you known?"

"Last weekend," Charlie said. "You're not as stealthy as you think you are, Miss Frost."

"And Bryce?"

"Is Bryce."

Mac grunted in agreement. "Why haven't you told Ethan?"

"Why would I? The man's besotted with you. I would hate to break his fragile ego," Charlie said. "Besides, I like the guy. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I know you're just fucking Bryce because the man is cursed with an exceptionally good dick."

"Such a curse..." Mac said sardonically.

"Do you love Ethan?"

"I like him," Mac said. "Trouble is, where I want to go I can't take him. What about you and Rach?"

"I am quite besotted, truth be told," Charlie said. "She's beautiful, smart - when she's not around Bryce at least - and is as driven as I am. Plus she's black and a werewolf, so that would look good counteracting my boring whiteness."

"Always think ahead, aren't you?"

"It's my skill," Charlie said. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned and smiled. "Although sometimes I think behind. Isn't that right, my dear?"

Frankie wrapped her arms around him. "Hmm... quite," she purred. Looking at Mac, she then said "None of my lovers have ever treated my ass the way this man has." She kissed Charlie on the cheek. "I'll have to come visit you when Rach is out of town..."

"I'm sure there'll be plenty of opportunities in the future," Charlie said, smiling at her.

With a wink to Mac, Frankie detached herself from Charlie to head over to the fridge.

"Huh," Mac said, giving Charlie a look up and down his body. "I really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Will Rach be happy with you having side-bitches?"

"She will if she wants to keep riding Bryce's cock," Charlie said, with a grin. "Whenever she can pry him from your claws, that is."

"Maybe I'll be busy," Mac said.

"With who?" Charlie said, with the tone of voice that told her he knew exactly who she was thinking of but wanted to hear her say it anyway.

Without turning to look at her, Mac said to Frankie: "So what exactly did he do, Frankie?"

When Frankie told her, Mac decided she could afford to leave Bryce alone for one more night...

She was already cheating on Ethan with one friend, would one more hurt?

*****

Having finally gotten Rachel out of his room, so she could slink away without drawing any attention from Ethan or Junji (mercifully the list of people he had to be sneaky around was growing shorter...), Bryce quickly fell asleep, and didn't wake up for several hours. Even Frankie sneaking into the room to pilfer her travel case for a fresh pair of clothes didn't wake the sleeping big dick goliath.

After a well-deserved four hours of sleep, Bryce woke up to discover the near-midday sun shining through the window. Glaring at it, he threw the covers off (stinking profusely of sex) and stretched. Pausing to give the house a listen, he judged the place suitably deserted and guessed everyone had made their way down to the beach for the final day in Cunny-by-the-Sea. Not bothered that everyone was having fun without him (Bryce felt he had had enough fun for the weekend) he walked out - stark naked - and headed downstairs to the first floor bathroom to take a shower.

Feeling the warm water flowing across his body, Bryce was thoroughly lost in the moment, enjoying a hot shower cleansing his body of all the sweat and grime. At least until he heard the sound of feet against the tiles, and smiled as he heard the shower curtains pushed back.

"Didn't have enough last night?" He said, turning around with a smile on his face.

It wasn't Rachel.

"Expecting someone else?" Zhu said, grinning a wide, toothy grin.

*****

Barely a quarter of a mile away Mac and Rachel gently floated on the warm waters, as they had been for a good hour now. A few feet away Ethan, Junji, and Charlie were chatting about something that was making all three of them occasionally burst out in laughter. Frankie was practicing her glam, and had given herself a long dolphin-like tail; although she was having a great deal of difficulty adapting herself to a muscle she had no idea how to control, and after a good twenty minutes of splashing was now resigned to float around the two women with a content look on her face.

"What do fish have for vaginas?" Mac asked her (Frankie) as the woman floated past.

"Dunno," Frankie admitted. "I'm kinda like a Barbie doll at the moment down there."

"Remember to drop the glam before you piss or take a shit," Rachel said. "I've heard some horror stories."

Frankie made a face that made the other women laugh.

When she had recovered, Mac looked around. "Hey... where did Zhu get to?"

"She said she was taking a piss," Rachel said.

Dropping the glam so she could right herself in the water, Frankie looked down the beach towards the old houses on the road. "You don't think...?"

They all looked at each other.

"Fucking bitch!" Rachel muttered. "Couldn't wait for next weekend, could she?"

"Hey, Ethan!" Mac said, turning to her boyfriend. "We're gonna get some ice cream. Want anything?"

With their alibi secured the two cheating women swam to shore and paced up the beach as quickly as they could without making it suspicious; the fast walk turning into a run when they made it to the road.

They found Zhu in the bathroom just in time for her facial.

Turning around, cum dripping from her pale face, with Bryce leaning against the bathroom wall, panting heavily, Zhu looked defensive. "It was just a blowjob!" She said.

"'Just a blowjob'? Get back in your lane!" Rachel snarled. Easily picking Zhu up with an arm around her slim waist, Rachel carried her out of the shower unit, dropping her in front of Mac. Pointing at her, Rachel walked back into the shower. "This is MY weekend, bitch! Mac: keep hold of her. She can watch." Turning to Bryce, Rachel planted her palm against the tiles by his head. "You recovered?"

"Jesus, Rach," Bryce panted. "She practically sucked the life out of me!"

"Then let me bring you back with some tender fucking," Rachel said, in her most seductive of voices, that she knew, from experience, made men hard as fuck (often a little too hard, as they quite often came faster than they wanted when she really piled on the seduction!) She unclipped her bikini top and pulled down the bottom, tossing both pieces to one side of the shower unit.

Bryce raised an eyebrow.

"I can be tender!" Rachel protested. Planting a leg up against the wall, she guided his raging hard boner in with a gentle grip. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered: "I can be gentle... so very gentle..."

"No fair!" Zhu muttered. She took a step forward, only to be held in place by Mac's eromancy. Growling, the Asian vampire resigned herself to watching Rachel fuck Bryce against the shower wall.

Credit to her word Rachel was surprisingly gentle, moving her large, black, muscular body against Bryce with such tender consideration it was scandalously like they were making love; like they were a couple, and Rachel's actual boyfriend wasn't currently at the beach relaxing (and probably quite aware of what his dear girlfriend was actually doing, knowing Charlie). However, true to her word, Rachel felt nothing more than physical desire for Bryce. She knew he wouldn't be able to entertain her for long in conversation, not like the way she and Charlie could talk for hours into the early morning about everything under the sun. Bryce could never challenge her on philosophy, the sciences, or sociology like Charlie could. Bryce was a nice guy but he knew his lane, and Rachel was in hers with Charlie.

No, this was purely sex. Pure carnal lust. Her pussy ached for his huge rod, and the way it was moving in and out of her so tenderly was exquisite.

"So big!" Zhu moaned as she watched that thick rod slide in and out of her friend's pussy.

Mac squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Next weekend," she said, reassuringly.

"I have to wait a whole week?!?"

Turning her head to look back at her friend, Rachel smiled. "Let a girl have some fun for a few days," she said. "He's worth the wait, I promise."

Pinned to the wall, Bryce looked over Rachel's shoulder at Mac and beckoned with his hand; fingers out in a suggestive manner. Mac grinned, untying her bikini top as she walked forward. Bryce slipped her bikini bottom aside as he slipped his fingers into her, and their lips met messily as Rachel continued to move his cock deep inside her.

Zhu fought against Mac's eromantic hold on her hips, but to her dismay found it just as strong even while Mac was making out with Bryce while he was finger-fucking her. "This is a fucking broken power, Mac!"

Mac moaned in agreement as she and Bryce kissed, as Rachel kissed his neck as she worked his cock.

Eventually Mac did let Zhu go, but by then the three were cum-deep in sex. They fucked against the walls of the shower unit, and against the glass, as they took it in turns to work Bryce's dick with their pussies, tits and mouths. Bryce blew his load over Rachel and Mac, covering their faces with his seed.

Zhu followed them as they led Bryce to the bedroom Rachel shared with Charlie - the closest bedroom to the bathroom - and settled on the sofa to watch the three fuck athletically. Bryce fingered one girl to cum, while he fucked the other with his huge cock. The girls got down on their knees and sucked his cock, their mouths either side of his huge shaft. They sandwiched his dick between their tits and jerked it off until his heavy loads splattered all over their breasts, and Bryce lay back on the bed as Rachel and Mac worked his dick with their pussies, jerking his shaft with the lips of their vaginas until his cock spewed cum up into the air like a geyser.

"Fuck... I can't wait until next weekend," Zhu muttered, after fingering herself to her eight orgasm.

*****

When the four of them rejoined the others on the beach, neither Junji nor Ethan found it odd that it had taken Mac and Rachel over two hours to get ice cream, or that the two women had somehow returned with both Bryce and Zhu in tow.

Charlie, however, immediately knew what had occurred, and smiled sweetly at his girlfriend when Rachel settled down on the sand beside him, briefly lowering the tablet in his hand. "Had fun?" He said.

She eyed him with a bemused grin. "I have no idea how you're gonna hold this over my head," she said. "I know you, though: you're already thinking of how you're gonna keep me twisted around your finger." The thought of her boyfriend being in control like this was really hot.

"Getting you to drop that silly glam is reward enough," he said, squeezing her tightly.

Sitting next to her boyfriend in her natural form, Rachel still felt huge and clumsy, but her friends were all cool about it. Especially Mac, of all people: "Jesus, look at these guns!" She said, giving Rachel's arm a little squeeze. "You're gym goals, girl!"

"There's a nice gym in Coytoss I would recommend," Zhu said. "It has a hot owner, too!"

"Which one? The Greek or the Palestinian?" Charlie asked casually over the edge of the tablet. Checking on the latest stock market reports, Charlie was making sure he and Rachel were still meeting their finance goals. Becoming an MP was expensive.

"Zane's Palestinian?" Zhu said, surprised. "I thought he was Iranian!"

"I thought he was from the UAE," Junji said.

"Damn," Ethan muttered. "I was sure he was Saudi."

"And I thought you lot weren't racist," Charlie said, his eyes still on the tablet. "But apparently all brown people look the same to you."

Laughing at their expressions, Rachel gave her boyfriend a squeeze and a kiss. She loved him, and would ride the train to the top with him. Sex with Bryce was incredible, and she was looking forward to another encounter with the man, but incredible sex wasn't going to give her the life she knew she deserved. Charlie would, and Rachel was so happy her foolishness this weekend hadn't harmed their relationship.

If anything it had actually strengthened it. She didn't care if Charlie messed around with girls like Frankie and he didn't care if she messed around with guys like Bryce. They were only temporary. Someone to jerk themselves off with.

Rachel knew what she had with Charlie was the real thing, and would survive long after guys like Bryce had left the picture. While she was looking forward to another chance to ride Bryce Hunter, Rachel was more looking forward to the future with Charlie.

And whatever that future may bring.

*****

"Fuck me, what's with the traffic?" Charlie muttered aloud, as he rested an elbow on the window of the car and regarded the red brake lights of the car in front through the rain-drenched front window of his own. "I can't believe it's been an hour since we left Cunny and we're barely halfway to Petty Moore!"

Sitting beside her boyfriend on the front passenger seat, Rachel sighed in agreement. Out of boredom she looked in the rearview mirror at the four passengers seated behind: Frankie, sitting on Bryce's lap, and on the other side was Mac sitting on Ethan's lap; an uncomfortable arrangement necessary by the large travel case wedged on the seat between the four.

Or was it uncomfortable? Rachel's eyes narrowed as she regarded the two women. Mac seemed to be just as bored as she (Rachel) was, but Frankie had a proud smirk on her face as she stared off into the distance beyond the front window of the car. Focusing her regard on the men, Rachel's suspicions were confirmed by the strained look on Ethan's face, and the way Bryce was desperately staring at the ceiling.

"Some people are amusing themselves while we're stuck in traffic," she muttered to Charlie.

It didn't take long for her boyfriend to realise what she meant: "Jesus Christ... Frankie?"

"Oui?"

"Do you have, right at this very moment, Bryce's cock in your chatte?"

"Oui," Frankie replied, with a very bemused smirk.

"I'm so sorry," Bryce said, bringing his head down to look at his friend via the rearview mirror. "She made me slip it in just after we got stuck in traffic."

"Don't give me that 'made you' bullshit," Charlie sighed. "Ethan?"

"Yes!" Ethan groaned.

"Are you trying not to cum?"

"Yes!!!"

"You can do it, babe!" Mac said, turning round to regard her boyfriend. "I believe in you!"

"It's only been an hour," Frankie said, cruelly. "Bryce here isn't anywhere close to cuming, are you?"

"What?!? Don't tell people that!" Bryce said. "I've been trying not to make a mess for the last half-hour!"

"If either of you two cum on my backseats I'll have you both cleaning the fuck out of this car!" Charlie said with annoyance. "Both of you are BANNED from cuming!"

Mac and Frankie shared a look, and they both began to move.

"NO FUCKING IN MY CAR!" Charlie roared.

The look the women then shared was a pouty one, but was soon replaced by knowing smirks. While they remained perfectly still, the pained expression shared by their boyfriends clued both Rachel and Charlie in on what Mac and Frankie were doing with their vaginas.

"Knock it off, the both of you!" Charlie said.

"Babe..." Rachel said.

He looked at her, saw her expression, and smiled. "Yeah... you're right," he said. Lifting the hand that had been resting on the gearstick for the last ten minutes, Charlie reached over and slipped his fingers beneath her jeans and underwear. He found her wet and accommodating, and his fingers slid deep into her, while his thumb found her clit.

In reply Rachel unzipped his jeans and released his cock. She began to stroke it as Charlie jerked her off.

"What are you two doing?!?" Mac said, astonished.

"You started it," Rachel said in reply.

"What happened to no cum in your car?" Bryce asked, despite the strain of his heavy balls. Frankie's cunt was squeezing his cock so deliciously that it was a struggle now not to blow his load up into her. He knew it wouldn't be contained by her pussy, and Bryce didn't want to make a mess of the backseat of Charlie's car.

"Oh I can cum," Charlie replied. "And you two can clean it up!"

"Mac, Frankie?" Rachel said, looking at the both of them. "Do your thing."

"Thing doing!" Frankie said, and began to bounce enthusiastically on Bryce's dick, much to his despair.

"Mac!" Ethan squealed as his girlfriend began to rock her own hips.

In an effort to stave off creating a mess, Bryce turned his head to look out of the car, and saw sitting right next to Charlie's car a familiar other: Junji's vehicle, carrying him and his girlfriend and all of their luggage back to Junji's parent's house in Coytoss. The two of them were sitting in the front seat singing loudly, and even through the windows of the two cars, and the pouring rain, Bryce could vaguely hear what they were listening to.

Nine Inch Nails. One of Zhu's favourite bands.

As she sang along to Tent Reznor, Zhu caught sight of Bryce and turned to him. Her green eyes filled with obvious lust and a wide smile on her face as she sang:

'I want to fuck you like an animal!'

Bryce gulped. He looked away and caught Rachel's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Looking forward to next weekend?" Rachel asked, grinning.

*****

(Before we reconvene for that fateful third weekend, let us briefly return to the present (or future?), where Bryce has learnt of the consequences of his actions...)

"Seriously?!?" Bryce said incredulously.

"Fucking missed, each and every one of them!" Rachel announced proudly over a month later in the small area cordoned off in Tinto Square for people to enjoy a coffee under several large parasols blazing different colours for each of the many coffee establishments situated around the square. She settled down onto the chair she'd dragged across to join the other three. Leaning back, she placed her hands behind her head and flexed her large biceps, enjoying the admiring looks she was getting from others drinking around them (of both sexes!) "Your boys suck, Bryce!"

Mac raised her eyebrows. Having just informed Bryce a moment earlier about him getting her knocked up it was irritating her that Rachel had navigated the minefield of Bryce's loads without him impregnating her with his virile seed. Still, she figured, she only had herself to blame (but what condom could have held back the tsunami of cum that Bryce unleashed inside her over a hundred times in a week?)

"Two out of three ain't too bad," he said, grinning like only a man who had gotten many women preggers could grin. To emphasise the point he looked over at the third woman, who had thrown her pregnancy test across the table just after Mac had announced her abortion.

"Oh, you're SO proud of yourself, aren't you?" Zhu said, although she was smiling just as wild as he was.

"Immensely," he answered. Nodding at the pregnancy test, he then added "so you're back from the clinic as well?"

"Oh no," Zhu said, grinning. "I'm keeping this one. I told you I wanted you to breed me, Bryce... I wanted you to knock me up. I want to have your baby... me and..."

She looked up as another individual approached the table.

"Oh God, not you too!" Bryce exclaimed.

(And so ends another Eroshire tale...)