Bitches Gone Bible Pt. 10

Roxy slept well. She dreamed she was a student in a classroom at the end of a long, difficult day. Her hair, much longer in her dream than in real life, was wrangled into a pair of orange-red plaits that ran down the length of her back. The intricate tattoo sleeve that ran down the entire length of her left arm was there in the dream, but there were few other present day cues.

Maybe her dream was triggered by an old porn scene of Jenna's they'd watched that night, where her bestie got ruined by her college professor.

She looked like a mash-up of a typical 1970s porno slut and her real life self. As she dreamed, she felt like she was in the scene, yet at the same time, watching her own performance. She could almost hear the whirr of the projector and the incessant hum of static on the film's crackly analogue soundtrack. She wore a bright yellow dress with bright yellow earrings, shaped like right angled triangles. Her lips were painted with bright red gloss.

School was out for the day, and everyone had gone home. She wiped the chalkboard clean, creating wispy clouds of chalkdust inside the room. She placed her math teacher's wooden compasses and protractor in the thick groove underneath the board where they belonged. A flag stood in the corner, just behind her teacher's sturdy American-made wooden desk. Blowing innocent bubbles with her gum, she stepped back to admire her handiwork -- the board was clean, and the room was set up for her teacher's first class tomorrow morning.

Her teacher crept up behind her.

"Thank you, Roxy," he said, "for cleaning the board for me. You know how much I appreciate you doing that." He wore a green business shirt, buttoned up to the neck, a brown coat, a brown tie, and a pair of brown slacks. Peak 1970s. The frames of his heavy aluminium spectacles had slid uncomfortably down his nose.

"That's OK, Professor," she whispered. "Anything I can do to help." A thin residue of chalkdust coated her cheeks and nose.

"What were you doing," her professor asked, "just now, before I came in?" He pushed his glasses back into place.

"Just cleaning the board," replied innocent Roxy.

"What else were you doing?" Her professor moved closer.

"Nothing," declared an innocent Roxy.

Her teacher approached her from behind, resting his hands on Roxy's hips. "It didn't look like 'nothing' to me. It looked to me like you had your hand inside your panties." He paused for a few seconds, letting the sexual tension build. "Were you touching yourself down there? Were you fantasising about your teacher? Were you thinking about my cock?" His dialogue was stilted and a little forced.

"No, sir," came her reply. "I swear I wasn't."

But she was, and he knew it.

Slowly, his hands began to grope her from behind. Roxy's shallow, horny breath was clearly audible on the soundtrack. They both knew this was wrong.

"You shouldn't chew gum," her teacher scolded. Silently, she spat it into her hand and lobbed it into the trash bin.

Cheesy 1970s porn music started up. Her teacher's massive white cock hung out of his pants, and he guided one of Roxy's hands toward it. She wrapped her fist around his shaft and began to play with it. His tube was huge, and she couldn't get her fingers the whole way around the circumference.

His face might've been as ugly as sin, but his cock was ginormous.

He groped her tits and kissed his student on the cheek; she blushed and moaned as he began to undress her.

Kane lay beside his girlfriend, deep in his own slumber, having no idea what she was dreaming about.

Roxy spat on her hand, and her wet, horny fingers massaged the huge, bulbous head of her professor's fat dick. As her teacher ran his hands across her tits, squeezing them, Roxy's free hand disappeared inside her panties. Her breath caught in her throat as she made herself cum. Her knees trembled a little.

She turned around and kneeled in front of him. She licked the head of his dick.

In the porno of her mind, the camera zoomed in for a blurry closeup of her teacher's cock in her mouth. Her jaw stretched wide. Her tongue tasted him, savouring him, swirling around the purple head as if his penis was the most beautiful thing on earth.

Her co-star stroked her chalky face as she fellated him. To him, fortunate enough to own a telegraph pole for a penis, porn was a natural fit. It paid well, and at first, he enjoyed it, but lately, he was beginning to tire of it. He wanted the scene to be over so he could go home.

"It's so fucking big," Roxy mouthed, her eyes staring in disbelief at her teacher's thick dick. Her eyes focused on the bulging purple head. She stroked, sucked and licked. Her professor's enormous cock only got bigger. "Are you gonna fuck me now?" she asked.

Deep in sleep, Kane rolled over onto his side, facing her.

Roxy's hot ass came into sharp focus as her professor removed her panties. He laid her down on his desk and touched her pussy, feeling her thick, gooey wetness on his fingertips. She spread her thighs wide, wanting him. She moaned as he pressed himself inside her. His face was expressionless.

"Yeah, professor," she moaned, "just like that." Roxy's head lolled back onto a pile of unopened textbooks.

For the next ten minutes, he ploughed his student's pussy to the shrill sound of terrible 70s porno music. There was the occasional closeup of Roxy's blissful face, or of her juicy tits and erect nipples, but for the most part, the camera focused on his elephant cock thrusting relentlessly in and out of her cunt. His face moved closer to hers. Roxy loved the feeling of being impaled on her professor's shaft, but she didn't want him to kiss her. He stank like cigarettes, instant coffee and sweat.

Roxy's teacher pulled out for a moment to lick her thighs and eat her pussy. The music remained the same, as did his blank expression. He lifted her to her feet, pushed her forward over his desk, and from behind, split her apart again.

Kane lay on his back now, slowly beginning to stir from his sleep. He blinked, noticing his cock was hard. His eyes prised open, and as he looked over at the babe he was sleeping next to, he instantly knew why.

He heard her moaning in her sleep. He rolled over onto his side again, watching her. It almost looked like his girlfriend was getting fucked by a ghost.

He knew what was happening -- she was having an erotic dream. He was wide awake now. He touched his cock as he watched her twitch. He wondered what she was dreaming about.

Roxy gasped as her uninterested professor railed her for a few more minutes. She would've loved to feel him in her ass, but his cock was just too goddamn big. She looked up into his ugly face and concentrated on the feel of his insanely big dick as it smashed her insides to bits. She looked up into his unattractive face. Finally, her teacher pulled out and jacked himself off onto her ass cheeks. Roxy reached around to run her fingers through his load.

In a completely different dimension, she felt two warm hands on her thighs, massaging them, teasing them. She felt a mouth kissing them, and a tongue licking them. Her pussy felt warm.

Roxy was in that confusing, delirious land placed midway between sleep and consciousness. She could still feel her professor's stale breath on her face and the sweaty stench of his clothes in her nose as she felt a hungry mouth and tongue waking her up in the best possible way.

"Fuck, boy," she seethed. She knew who it was now, deep between her thighs, but dreamy fragments of her professor's footlong slab of meat, splitting her in half, were still in her mind. She reached down to rest her hands on the back of Kane's head. "Fuck, boy," she repeated. This was too goddamn good.

Roxy felt her thighs twitch as her boyfriend zeroed in on her sensitive lips. She felt his thumb and forefinger teasing her clit, and as she arched her back, she flooded the sheets. "Fuck, boy," she whispered again. She was fully awake now.

Kane sucked two fingers into his mouth and wet them. He teased his girlfriend's asshole with his fingertips, listening to her moan. He jammed them inside her and sucked her clit. "Nnnnnnggggghhhhh," she screamed. "Fuck my ass with your hand, dude. Just like that." Kane's tongue flicked her sensitive bean back and forth like lightning; she had no chance. "Nnnggghhhhh fuck," she moaned again, nutting in his face. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him away, almost breathless.

Kane wiped his face. "Did you like that?"

Roxy kissed his wet face deep. "I was having the horniest dream, boy. It was like the 1970s or some shit. I dreamed I was a high school student, and my teacher, who happened to have a huge dick, crept up behind me and fucked me. It felt like I was being stalked, but at the same time, I wanted it. And it was, like, so fucking weird. Like, I was in the porno, but at the same time, it felt like I was sitting in a smoke-filled cinema full of perverts, with my hand buried in my snatch, fapping as I watched myself." She caught her breath. "And then I woke up with your face in my cunt."

"I could wake you up like that every day of the year," Kane responded, grinning. "Can't promise the huge dick, though."

Roxy's eyes opened wide. "Every day of the year?"

Kane wasn't sure what she meant. "I love eating your pussy for breakfast, if that's what you mean."

Roxy propped herself up onto an elbow. She had an idea. "You're here often enough lately, so why don't you move in?"

Kane's eyebrows lifted in curiosity. "Are you serious? Is that an invitation?"

"I should check with Jenna, but like yeah, maybe."

"And then I can have pussy for breakfast every day of the year," Kane grinned.

Roxy paused for a second. A flickering moment of self-doubt crossed her mind. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Kane replied.

"Like ... umm, like I mean ... do you think you'd ever get bored with me?" Her mind was slowly losing track of the fragments of her dream, but she could still recall her professor's distant, indifferent demeanour.

Kane cleared his throat. "Yeah, well, I guess I should be honest with you. Like, I'm bored already, and I've been faking it for weeks," he joked. "Dudes can fake it too, you know. I've mastered the art of shooting fake semen, and I'm surprised a professional like yourself hasn't cottoned on."

Roxy knew her boy was kidding. She surrendered a weak smile before returning to her serious question. "Like, I've had a lot of sex in my life ..."

"No kidding," whistled Kane.

Roxy frowned. "Dude, I know we only just woke up, but can you stop with the wisecracks for a fucking minute? I'm trying to be serious with you."

Kane stopped. "I'm sorry, babe," he said. He made the sign of zipping his lips closed before swallowing the imaginary key. He'd never worked out how it was possible to swallow the key *after* his lips were zipped, nor how a key locks a zip in the first place, but now wasn't the time or the place.

"Like, I mean, I love hanging out with you and I love having sex with you," she continued, "but I worry that one day you're gonna get tired of me."

"I love chilling with you too. Like, I mean, I never need to pretend anything with you, I never need to put on an act, I feel like I can just be myself in every way, and like, oh my fucking god, having sex with you is like ... is like ..." Kane scratched his head, and his tell told her everything.

She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Move in with me." It wasn't a question.

"100%," came his immediate reply. "If Jenna's OK with it, that is. I mean, I don't want to cramp your lesbo bitch-ass style," he smirked. As punishment, Roxy pinched one of his nipples, and Kane yowled. "Where would I live, though?" he asked. "Your place is awesome, but it's two bedroom two bathroom, and I need my own space."

Roxy smiled. "You need your own gooncave. I know. I totally get it."

"Exactly."

Their conversation halted for a second as they realised what this meant. "We're gonna need a bigger place," concluded Roxy.

"Yeah," Kane nodded.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Jenna and Moses had been having a similar conversation.

*

Six weeks later, they'd moved into a four bedroom, two bathroom apartment in downtown Miami. Cash from the girls' first Onlyfans upload helped secure their new pad, along with revenue earned from a few subsequent clips. When they came in to sign the lease, the realtor instantly recognised the girls. He glanced at the boys, feeling fifty shades of jealousy. Remembering that his wife was out of town for a few nights, he knew exactly what he'd be doing when he got home tonight.

Kane had recently been in touch with Martin from the Miami Improv, and he was ready to take the stage again with another standup routine. A date was tentatively booked in.

Still no phone calls for the girls from the industry, but right now, it didn't matter. So far, they were doing fine with Onlyfans. They'd also started stripping again, which had proved to be another lucrative source of cash.

Kane stood on the balcony of their new place, twenty floors up, looking east out over the wide blue ocean. Roxy came out to meet him. She handed him a cool beer, and in her other hand, she held a vodka martini. "The Bahamas are just over there," she whispered.

"Well, not quite 'just over there'," replied Kane, "they're like two hundred miles away." He took his ball cap off and scratched his head. "I can't fucking believe any of this."

"Me neither, boy."

"I feel like I can watch the end of the world from here."

"Huh?"

"We're a long way up off the ground." He pointed towards the blue horizon. "Can you see that?"

"What?" Roxy asked, squinting a little as a cool breeze brushed across her face.

"The curve. Look closely. The edge of the ocean isn't a flat line. Like, I can almost make out the curvature of the earth."

Roxy stared, observing.

"We can't stay here forever, can we?"

She wasn't quite sure how to answer. "Probably not, but hey, maybe let's enjoy it while we can?"

"Yeah, 100%." Kane sipped his beer. "But remind me not to be this high up off the ground when we get hurricanes. I'll be cowering way underground. I hope we've got a solid basement."

She giggled, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Probably me too."

Moses joined them on the balcony. "Hey, grab yourself an ale, bruh," suggested Kane. "There's a few bottles in the fridge."

Mosey headed back inside for a fraction of a second. The three of them stood on the balcony, looking out to sea, as he cracked his beer open.

"Where's my sassy bitch?" asked Roxy.

"In the bathroom, I think." Moses sipped his beer. "She'll be out in a second."

"Details?" Roxy requested.

"She can tell you herself when she's done."

She already knew. "Her ass is insatiable, isn't it?" quizzed Jenna's bestie, sipping her cocktail.

Moses surrendered a telling smile. "Yeah, but so's my dick."

Kane held the neck of his beer bottle up for Mosey to clink.

Soon enough, an anally refreshed Jenna joined them on the balcony, a glass of chilled white wine in her hand. It was a perfect afternoon. The sky was a cloudless blue, perfectly mirroring the ocean. They looked out to sea. Miami was gritty at street level, at least from some angles, but from twenty storeys up, it felt like the most perfect city on Earth. They chatted for half an hour or so, drinking, watching the slow motion of the deep blue sea as the sky began to darken.

"Anyone else getting hungry?" asked Moses.

*

One of the great things about living downtown was how many venues, clubs, restaurants and bars there were. They caught the elevator down to street level and began exploring. None of them knew the area well yet, but given Moses was starving to death, literally wasting away in front of their very eyes, they grabbed a table at the first bar they found. "I'm ready to order," Moses announced, discarding the menu after little more than a cursory glance. His eyes darted to a college basketball game on TV.

"Evening, y'all." Their server bounced over to their table, and when she saw who she'd be serving, she literally stopped in her tracks. "Fuck!" she squealed. "I mean ... I'm so sorry ... but like, I know you from somewhere, right?"

Kane's understated response came on the girls' behalf. "Yeah, you probably do." He scratched his chin knowingly.

"Hi," smiled Jenna. She held out a hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Hey," Roxy echoed, waving.

Their waitress was clearly starstruck. She blushed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her pussy tingled like a tiny bell. "Umm, so what can I bring you tonight?" She cleared her throat and desperately tried to hold herself together. Her tablet was at the ready, but her hands were trembling.

Jenna noticed their server's southern twang. "Can I please have the grilled salmon with a side salad?"

"Mmm, that sounds good." Roxy looked up at their waitress. "Could you make that two, please?"

"Sure can." Their waitress pressed buttons. "And for the lucky boys?" she prompted. Immediately, she regretted her unnecessary adjective.

"Can I get the nachos?" asked Kane. "And can I get some extra chilli on the side?"

"Sure thing." She turned to Moses. "And for you?"

"The cheeseburger and fries look good," he said. He studied the picture on the menu -- a fat beef patty, covered in thick slices of melted cheese, topped with an oily slice of bacon, and the whole mess dripping with barbeque sauce and saturated fats. "Actually, it looks like a heart attack on a plate, but I'm starving." He glanced around the room to find the nearest defibrillator.

Their server concentrated on her breathing, trying not to have a cardiac arrest of her own. She was trying hard not to undress the girls with her eyes, but it was proving difficult. For a split second, she imagined she was part of a human centipede: she imagined her tongue wedged deep between Jenna's juicy thighs while Roxy ate her ass. In the distance, someone dropped a plate, snapping her back to reality. "And to drink?"

"Two vodka martinis and two beers," answered Roxy.

"Coming right up," replied their server, forcing a grin. She collected their menus and fanned her face with them as she walked away.

The girls waited until she was out of earshot. "She's hot as fuck," whispered Jenna. They studied her from afar. Long red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, cute as a button. Slender waist, big tits, smooth thighs and a fat, juicy ass.

"I know," agreed Roxy. "She's a redhead, just like me. She's got a sexy Southern accent and the cutest little upturned nose. Did you notice?"

"Yeah," Jenna breathed. "I noticed all that shit. And her lips looked so plump. I'd love to kiss her. Like, she's just ... I mean, she's sexy as hell." She paused for a second. "Like, I'd totally do her. No doubt."

"Same," Roxy nodded.

The boys remained silent, yet under the table, they were each fiercely erect.

"And she recognised us, so ... like ... obviously she knows what we do."

"Mmm," Roxy smiled. "Let's introduce ourselves."

"You already did that," interjected Kane.

"Yeah, kinda, maybe," Jenna replied, "but I wouldn't call that a proper intro. Besides, we don't know her name."

"Yeah you do," said Moses. "She's wearing a name tag. Her name is Cherry." Jenna stared at him. "Hey, babe," he continued, raising his palms in a gesture of submission, "I'm just trying to help."

"Cherry," repeated Roxy. The girls stared each other. "Rolls off the tongue quite nicely, wouldn't you say?"

Jenna nodded, grinning like the devil. "I'd love to find out if it does."

Moments later, their waitress brought their drinks over. "Thanks, Cherry," said Roxy.

Self-consciously, Cherry glanced down at her name tag. "No problem."

"I'm Jenna, and this is my friend Roxy."

"Yeah, I know," Cherry replied, nearly hyperventilating.

"You're cute," said Roxy. She stirred her cocktail and took a sip. "And you've got the perfect name for a redhead. I'm jealous."

"Oh my god," Cherry whispered. "Like, wait, y'all ... I can't believe ... like ... is this real?" This had to be a set-up. Maybe Pornhub was venturing into reality TV. She glanced around in search of hidden cameras.

"What do you mean?" asked Jenna. Kane lifted his beer to his lips, enjoying the show.

Nervously, Cherry brushed her hair back with her hands, lowering her voice. She didn't want to be overheard. "Like, I'm so into you both ... I fap to your scenes all the time, but like ... I mean ... how did y'all know I'm a lesbian?"

Kane choked on his beer.

Moses glanced across the table at his best buddy, chuckling. Tonight was gonna be off the fucking chain.

"I mean... I didn't," Jenna apologised. "I had no idea. Me and Roxy are both bisexual, so ..."

"I know," interrupted an increasingly horny Cherry. She'd studied their work closely. "I mean, to tell the truth, I'm probably bi too, it's just ... well, I mean, I guess I like pussy so much more than dick." Conversation froze, and with a start, Cherry suddenly remembered she was at work. She pulled her mind out of her cunt. "I'll just go check on your meals," she said.

Kane wiped beer off his t-shirt with some napkins. "I think you snapped her brain."

"I'm gonna see if she wants to come home with us after her shift," his girlfriend declared. "Are you OK with that?"

"Absolutely," replied Kane, nodding and grinning wildly. "100%."

Under normal circumstances, Cherry would've carried all four of their meals over to their table at once, but given how much she was shaking, she made two separate trips. She hoped her manager didn't notice.

"Thanks," smiled Jenna. "We'll make sure to leave you a really big tip tonight once we're done."

Roxy looked up from her plate, staring Cherry right in the eye. "You can have the tip of my tongue." She tickled her lips with the tines of her fork.

Their server stood next to their table, paralysed with lust. She wanted to rip her name tag off, crawl under the table, and ...

"What time do you finish tonight?" asked Jenna.

"Ten thirty," Cherry breathed.

"Are you busy when you're done?"

"Umm ... not tonight, no."

"Would you like to come hang with us later?"

Cherry's expression was a strange mix of horny and disbelief that had temporarily stopped her brain from being able to form sentences.

"We don't live too far away," said Roxy. "I can come back and collect you after your shift."

Cherry gulped. "And what about ...?" She gestured towards the boys.

"They're our boyfriends," Roxy informed her. "Trust me, they're fine with this."

"Wait ... y'all are in porn, and you've got boyfriends?"

"Long story," replied Jenna, sweeping her thick blonde hair back behind her.

Cherry wasn't sure what to say next, but again, she remembered she was on the clock. "I'm so sorry, I should let y'all start eating."

An impatient Moses had waited for nobody. His burger was already half-consumed.

"See you at ten thirty?" confirmed Roxy. She picked up her fork and prepared to dine. "I'll be waiting out front for you."

Cherry nodded anxiously. "OK." She returned to the buzz of the bar. Another table was waiting for her.

The girls tucked into their salads. Kane ate too, but it wasn't easy. He fought the urge to sprint to the bathroom to jerk off. The girls were right, she was cute as fuck. He watched Cherry's ass bounce as she walked away.

*

The party of four left their server an enormous tip. They walked the few short blocks back to their new building and rode the lift upstairs.

"You sure you're OK with this?" asked Roxy, emerging from the bathroom after a well-needed pee.

Kane retrieved a cold beer from the fridge. "Why wouldn't I be? Like, this shit is win-win. You get to poke your tongue up her lesbo snatch, and if I'm lucky, I get to jack off to it."

Roxy wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm so into you, boy." She bit her bottom lip, drowning in his dark brown half-Chinese eyes. "You know that, right?"

Kane's tummy did joyous cartwheels. "Nobody ever said anything about monogamy," he replied. "And besides, you're a pornstar, so, like, there's that, too." He cleared his throat before checking the time on his phone. "She's gonna be finished in fifteen minutes. Go get your prey."

Seductively, Roxy darted her tongue inside Kane's mouth. He knew where that tongue was about to go.

"By the way, you're right," replied Roxy. "Nobody said anything about monogamy." Grinning, she grabbed her keys and phone before pulling their apartment door closed behind her.

Kane wasn't quite sure what she meant by that.

*

Cherry finished right on time, and Roxy was waiting out front for her. "Is this for real?" she asked, and Roxy was taken aback. "Like, I didn't expect this to happen. I didn't think you'd be here waiting."

"Why wouldn't I be? I said I would."

"I mean ... I don't know ... like, I just would've thought that ..."

"Thought what?" teased Roxy.

Cherry lifted her bag onto her shoulder. "That you'd have some swanky pornstar party to go to, probably on one of those big expensive yachts out on the marina, and that you were just, I don't know, saying nice things to your server ..."

"Did you see the tip we left you?"

"Yeah," replied Cherry. "Five hundred bucks. Like, that's the biggest tip I've ever earned, by some considerable margin. Tips that big are completely unheard of. I'm so thankful."

"Jenna and I have run into some cash lately." Roxy coughed. "Anyway, wanna come have a drink at our place?" She reached out to stroke her arm.

"Sure," came Cherry's nervous reply. They started walking the few city blocks. "I can't believe this is happening. What are the odds of y'all sitting at a table in my bar? Like, you and Jenna are legends. And I had no idea you lived together."

"We went to school together," Roxy divulged. "We used to practice kissing in Jenna's pool on weekends."

"Oh my fucking god," Cherry gasped.

"Yeah, her dad caught us one afternoon. He brought a pitcher of homemade lemonade out to us, and just as I unhooked her bikini top, he dropped it, it shattered, and he ran away. We moved to Florida to get into porn. We told our parents we were gonna work at Hooters, and like, it was plausible, because we've both got these big, natural titties, but ..."

Cherry glanced over at Roxy's rack, bouncing a little as she walked. She'd fapped to it so many times online, and now here it was, right in front of her face, in real life.

"... but our plan was always to get into stripping, and then porn."

"I heard you retired?" Cherry quizzed, doing her best to hold up her end of the conversation.

"Yeah, we did. It's a long story, but TLDR we found Jesus, and then someone at our congregation told us anal sex was a sin. So we tried to renegotiate our contracts so that we'd never have to do anal, but it didn't work out. We felt so sure about our convictions that we resigned on principle, which wasn't easy, given how much I love anal."

Cherry felt too overwhelmed to reply.

"Anyway," continued Roxy, "later, we discovered that, in the eyes of God, all unmarried sex is sinful, but there's no way I'd ever wanna get married just to have unsinful sex. I mean, I love Jesus, but like, seriously, fuck that to hell, and besides, there's no way on earth I could be celibate. Like, I'd fucking explode after half a week. So because I was always still gonna suck cock, eat cum and take it in the pussy in my personal life, and having learned anal was no more or less sinful than any of those things, there wasn't any reason for us to stay retired from the industry." She paused for a second. "Like, does that make any sense?"

Cherry couldn't process this shit anymore.

"So we tried to resurrect our contracts," continued Roxy as they crossed a busy street, "no pun intended, but our former manager suggested we take the independent route first, just to get our skin back in the game, and again, no pun intended. Hence, Onlyfans."

"I saw y'all," breathed Cherry.

"Huh?" The noise and hum of traffic swelled close.

"I watched. I downloaded your scene. Where you and Jenna fucked each other, pretending to be anal virgins. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. And funny, too. Like, y'all made me laugh."

Roxy smiled. "Did you get your nut?"

"First time I watched, I rubbed one out before you were even naked. Like, you've got no fucking idea. I had to change the bed sheets."

Roxy missed the last part of Cherry's reply. They turned the corner. "We're here."

Cherry looked up at the building. "Wait, you live *here*?"

"Just for a while," Roxy answered. "We used to live in a condo up at Gladeview, but when the boys moved in with us, we needed a little more space." The doorman opened the door for them, and Roxy pressed the button for the twentieth floor.

Cherry began to freak out. "Your boyfriends are here? Tonight?"

Roxy shrugged. "Like I said before, it's totally cool. Like, you won't even know they're there."

*

"Hey!" greeted Jenna as Roxy opened the door for their guest. "You looked after us tonight, so now it's time for us to look after you. Would you like a drink?"

Cherry remembered the big tip she'd been left. She already felt like she'd been looked after. "Thanks. Whatever you're having, I guess," came her response.

"You can leave your bag here if you like." Jenna pointed to a metallic hook screwed into the wall just inside their front door.

The boys were in their rooms. Moses was catching up on a TV show he'd been watching, while Kane, on the other side of their new apartment, was killing baddies in a video game on his laptop.

Jenna poured a third of a bottle of chilled Australian chardonnay into a deep glass and handed it to their guest. Their fingertips touched briefly. "Thanks," said Cherry.

"My pleasure. Hey, come out onto the balcony."

Cherry had never seen her city from this perspective. "How far up are we?"

"This is the twentieth floor."

"Wow." Cherry sipped her wine and felt the need to offer a compliment. "Thanks, this is nice." She paused for a moment, drinking in the view. "I've never been this high up, except in a plane one or two times."

"Did you grow up in Florida?" asked Jenna.

Cherry brushed her hair back. "We're from Mississippi originally, but my pa got a job in Jacksonville running trucks in a warehouse, and somehow, I ended up down here in Miami, waiting tables."

Roxy stepped out onto the balcony and stood beside their guest. Cherry's eyes flittered back and forth, side to side; her two favourite pornstars of all time were standing either side of her. "I know I'm gonna wake up soon with a very wet pussy, but if this is a dream, I don't wanna wake up." She sipped her wine. "Y'all ever had one of those dreams where you kinda know it's a dream and that it's not really real, and you're kinda on the edge between being asleep and being awake, but the dream is so good you pull the covers up and hunker down in it, and ... and ... like ... it's almost like you're watching yourself like you're in a movie or something?"

"This isn't a dream, Cherry." Roxy wrapped her arm around their guest's waist. "We visited your bar tonight, you brought us grilled fish, delicious salads and a couple of amazing vodka martinis. We left you a tip, then I came back to pick you up after your shift, and now, here we are, enjoying a drink, looking out across the sea. When you came over to our table tonight, you seemed to know who we are, and presumably what we do ..."

"Yeah," interrupted Cherry, biting her bottom lip.

"... and we thought you were sexy as fuck, and then when you let slip you were into chicks, like, from that point, as far as I was concerned, it was a done deal."

Jenna moved closer. "You wanna play with us tonight?"

Cherry's lips were tingling. "What about your boyfriends?"

"They know we're bi," Roxy replied. "They know we're into pussy. And more importantly," she said, moving incrementally closer, "they know we're into you." Her lips were tantalisingly close to Cherry's.

Reflexively, their guest pulled away. Cherry gulped her wine, buying her a little time and a little space. "I've never done this before."

"Never done what before?" Roxy's lips brushed hers, just for a fleeting instant.

"I've never ... like, I mean ... I've never ..."

"It's OK," said Roxy. Her palm cupped Cherry's tender, plump cheek. "I want you so fucking bad, Cherry."

Their guest had never felt this aroused in her whole life. Her pussy was on fire.

"Do you want me too?" teased Roxy. "It's OK if you don't. We don't have to do anything." She nuzzled teasingly into Cherry's neck. "But it'd be nice if we did."

"Oh my fucking god." Cherry's knees trembled.

For a second, Cherry completely forgot all about Jenna, standing to her right. She remembered her as soon as she felt the big-titted platinum blonde's supple fingers massaging her ass. "Fuck, babe," said Jenna, "she's got such a cute butt." As Cherry felt Jenna's hand groping her ass, she moaned, pushing back. She couldn't help herself.

"Yeah," Roxy replied. "I know. I was checking her out when she was over at the bar getting our meals and drinks. She's got a nice rack, too."

"She'd be awesome in porn," said Jenna. "So much better than waiting tables."

"I know," responded Roxy. "I reckon she'd be amazing doing girl-girl scenes. Imagine watching her face buried deep in someone's cunt. Imagine watching some other sexy bitch eating her asshole. I'd cum so fucking hard."

Cherry felt so lightheaded she thought she might pass out. She desperately wanted to touch herself.

In their rooms, Moses watched Netflix and Kane played his game.

"Such a sexy, horny bitch," agreed Jenna, groping her ass. "And unless I'm mistaken, I think she might be into us, too."

Cherry felt her cunt tingle, then twitch, then explode. She'd never climaxed in her life without physical stimulation, but tonight, she couldn't hold the rain back any longer. "Fuck," she seethed. Her pussy dripped through her panties onto the tiled balcony floor.

Her knees nearly buckled beneath her. She'd never cum so hard in her life. In desperation, her fingers clung to the balcony railing.

"I'm so sorry," Cherry apologised, desperately catching her breath. She snapped back into work mode, where every liquid spill needed to be cleaned up straight away. "Do you have a bucket and a sponge I could use?"

Jenna kneeled in front of their guest. She pulled the wet fabric of Cherry's panties to one side, getting up close enough to discover their guest was a natural redhead. Just the touch of Jenna's fingers on her fiery mound was enough to make her cum again. Another gush of sweet, gooey trickle dripped out of her.

"I'm so sorry," Cherry whispered. "I'm so embarrassed. I can't control myself. I should go." She handed her empty wine glass to Roxy -- she couldn't bring herself to look down at Jenna, still on her knees -- and raced inside. Just as she was about to grab her bag from the hook and run away, she heard Roxy's voice behind her.

"Babe, what's the matter?"

Cherry stopped in her tracks. There were tears in her eyes. She looked at the floor, she couldn't bear to look Roxy in the face.

Jenna had come in off the balcony. She stood on the other side of the room, wine glass in hand, watching her bestie and their guest.

"What's up, babe?" whispered Roxy.

Cherry couldn't put her thoughts into words. "I ... like, I should ..."

"Please don't go." Roxy wrapped her arms around Cherry's waist and held her close. Her nose nuzzled against her guest's cheek, and Cherry felt Roxy's shoulder-length red hair dance across her shoulders. She felt Roxy's lips pressing against her cheek. "Kiss me?"

"I just busted all over your balcony," sobbed Cherry. "Twice."

"I know, babe. But here's the thing. You don't seem to know how fucking hot that was." She paused. "We don't want you to go. Please stay."

Cherry's reluctant eyes finally met hers. Her soft lips parted slowly and uncertainly, but they eventually granted access to Roxy's fat, hungry tongue. Their kiss developed, slowly becoming more urgent and desperate. Roxy's hands cupped Cherry's jaw, pulling her face into hers.

Their lips parted. "You're such a good kisser," said Roxy, gazing into her eyes. She took Cherry's hand and led it to her pornstar cunt. "See? You've gotten me so warm and wet."

Cherry blinked. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Fuck, y'all, like ..." She wiped her face with the back of her hand.

"Come over here," Roxy invited. She led Cherry by the hand to their couch and motioned for her to sit down.

Jenna sat beside their guest and began kissing her, wrapping her arm around her neck. Cherry opened wide, letting Jenna's tongue force its way deep into her mouth.

Roxy kneeled on the floor in front of their horny guest. "Lift up," she said.

Cherry broke Jenna's kiss. Her mind was fried. "Huh?"

"Let me pull your panties down?" Roxy felt the fabric. Fuck, they were drenched.

Cherry lifted her ass up off the cushions, and seconds later, Roxy was kissing and licking her inner thighs.

"Can I?" teased Roxy.

"Oh my fucking god," seethed Cherry. This couldn't be real. No fucking way. This had to be a dream; there was no other explanation. Her hand landed gently on top of Roxy's head, running her fingertips through her hair.

She shuddered a little as she felt Roxy's experienced tongue travel the length of her sensitive lips. She felt Jenna stand up from the couch and, for a moment, saw her standing in front of her, her legs astride either side of Roxy's torso. She felt Jenna's tongue in her mouth and her hands all over her tits and Roxy's tongue flicking her desperately sensitive clit from side to side and she pulled Jenna's face into hers, kissing her deep, busting everywhere, flooding Roxy's face.

Roxy knew their guest's next freakout was imminent. As she pulled her wet face away from Cherry's puffy cunt, she held her thighs as if to say 'please don't go; please stay here'.

Cherry caught her breath, but this time, surprisingly, she seemed in no hurry to run away. She looked down at Roxy's wet face, still strategically positioned between her thighs. "Got any more wine?" she asked.

Jenna stepped over Roxy's frame, went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and retrieved a chilled bottle of Australian chardonnay. Unscrewing the lid, she poured liberally into a fresh glass. Cherry, still sitting on the couch, held the vessel up to her face with two trembling hands. "Thanks." She drank it fast.

Roxy wiped her face.

"Sorry about that," said Cherry.

Roxy fucking loved it. "I've had worse," she joked.

A momentary silence fell. They heard the muffled sound of the TV show Moses was watching, mixed in with the deep bass of Kane's shoot-'em-up video game.

Cherry stirred. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, babe," replied Jenna.

"Like, umm ... is this a regular thing for you?"

"Huh?" Roxy wasn't sure where she was coming from.

Cherry shifted her position on the couch, suddenly aware that her swollen pussy was still on full display. "I mean, like you're both pornstars, and everyone who watches porn knows who you are and what you like, so I mean, I'm kind of imagining you go out and pick up an unsuspecting someone like me and bring them back to your place and ..."

"I swear we've never done this before," said Jenna.

"Nuh-uh," Roxy confirmed. She was still on her knees.

"Really?" Cherry whispered, scarcely believing. She brushed her sweaty red hair back.

"Swear on a stack of Bibles," said Jenna, "we've never done this before."

"Like, not ever," Roxy nodded. Her hands rested casually on Cherry's thighs.

Cherry looked confused. "But OK, so ... like ... why me?"

"Because you seemed to know who we were as soon as you saw us," began Roxy.

"And that means you knew what we're into," continued Jenna.

"And like I said before," Roxy concluded, "when you said you were into pussy, for me, it was game over." She paused for a second. "Hey, that gives me an idea."

Cherry waited.

"Well," teased Roxy, "you touched my pussy, just a few minutes ago, just for a second or two, so, like, would you like to taste it?"

Cherry's mouth gaped open, but no words came out.

"You wanna?"

"I swear, I'm so close to passing out right now," came Cherry's reply.

Roxy smiled. "Let's swap places."

Cherry kneeled on the floor and Roxy sat on the couch. She spread her host's thighs wide. Her mouth was salivating. She swallowed. "I can't fuckin' believe I'm about to do this, y'all."

"I'm all yours," said Roxy.

Cherry wanted to tattoo this moment onto her brain in high resolution at 60 frames per second. She wanted to remember everything -- what she saw, what she smelt, what she touched, what she tasted. Her eyes landed on Roxy's juicy cunt, and her mind's eye travelled back in time through all the times and places she'd watched Roxy's porn and all the time she'd fapped to her, wishing she could one day get the opportunity to bury her face in her sweet, experienced pussy, but knowing it'd never happen in real life. Like, no way.

She brushed her hair back and placed some light kisses on Roxy's thighs. She felt Roxy's fingertips stroking her cheek and neck, encouraging her. Her hands stroked Roxy's thighs now, just lightly, and as she looked up at her pornstar idol, she did what she thought she never could.

She was so fucking hungry for this. She swallowed hard again, scarcely believing her mouth could produce this much saliva.

Her tongue brushed up against Roxy's clit, and she felt her jump, just a little. She felt Roxy's hands land softly on the back of her head, her fingers running through her thick ginger locks.

"Just like that," whispered Roxy. Cherry knew exactly what she was doing; of that there was no doubt.

Cherry sucked hard on Roxy's pussy lips, her fingers travelling up and down the saturated length.

"Such a good girl," Roxy cooed. "You're so good at this."

Cherry was still naked from the waist down, and as she kneeled on the floor before Roxy's pussy, Jenna crouched behind her, split her cheeks, and buried her face in her ass. She gasped. She wasn't expecting this.

Cherry tried to take stock of what was happening, but it wasn't easy. Her face was buried in Roxy's hot, sweaty cunt, and Jenna's tongue was halfway up her digestive tract. Her head spun.

As Cherry felt Jenna's fingers reach around to tickle her clit, she lost whatever was left of her mind. Her knees trembled, her asshole twitched and spasmed on Jenna's face, and her juices trickled down onto Jenna's hand. She buried her face deeper into Roxy's pussy, and as she heard her moan and felt her beginning to twitch, she knew what was about to happen.

"Nnnnngggggghhhhh..."

Roxy's snatch exploded. Two short squirts were followed by a longer one, drenching Cherry's pretty face and matting her hair like a schoolyard sprinkler. Cherry swam upstream, her lips locked on Roxy's pussy like they'd never let go. Roxy squirted again, this time, flooding Cherry's throat.

Cherry felt a hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair, pulling her away. A few stray squirts splatted onto the floor.

"Fuck, bitch," gasped Roxy, "that head was fire."

Cherry blushed, and while she felt warmth flooding her face from within, nobody else could tell, because her face was already swollen and red. She wiped her eyes. "I knew exactly what was gonna happen, because I've seen you bust so many times in porn, but I'm not gonna lie, I wanted you to hose me down so fucking bad." She paused for a second, sucking in some deep breaths. "I fap to you all the fucking time, wondering what it'd feel like to eat you out and make you cum, and like, it just happened."

Roxy wasn't sure what to say in reply.

"After that," Cherry continued, "I feel like I want you to sign my tits with a sharpie."

Roxy was more tongue-tied than ever.

Jenna walked to the linen cupboard to retrieve a tea towel. Handing it to Cherry, she wiped her face. Jenna kissed their guest deeply, tasting her bestie's squirt in her mouth.

Everyone did their best to catch their breath.

A door opened and closed, and Moses walked into the living area, enroute to the kitchen. "Don't mind me, girls," he said, "just grabbing a ..."

He stopped midtracks. His unfinished sentence, which if completed would've informed the girls that he was heading to the fridge in search of something to drink, hung in mid-air. He surveyed the scene: Roxy, sitting on the couch, naked from the waist down, her thighs spread wide, her spent, sopping wet cunt on full display; and Jenna, his girlfriend, who for all the world looked like her face had been just buried in a place where the sun don't shine. "Fuck, I'm sorry for interrupting," he said.

Jenna stood up and bounded over to him like an excitable puppydog, her blonde hair flailing behind her. He smelled ass on her face. "You remember Cherry, don't you? From the bar tonight?"

Cherry waved bashfully. Her damp face was bright red.

"Hey, Cherry," he replied. He wasn't sure what else to say, but he didn't want to interrupt the girls' intimate playdate. "I'll let you get back to ... umm ... whatever you were doing."

"No, wait, don't go," pleaded Roxy. "Matter of fact, why don't you go get Kane?"

Moses knew he'd be playing his video game. "I'll text him."

Cherry's mind was on fire.

Moses: fuck dude get your lazy ass out here it looked like that redhead from the bar ate your girl's swollen cunt up bad, her face is wrecked, and jenna was kissing her when I came out of my room and i think she ate her ass before because like i could smell ass on her face

Kane: i totally knew they'd get their fuck on like 100%

The girls watched Mosey's thumbs dancing across his screen. A smile curled up from the corners of his mouth; they were curious about what he might be saying.

Moses: I was just grabbing a beer from the fridge and was gonna go back to watch more tv but jenna said to stay and to 'get' you, but I didn't want to go knocking on your door, so ... the purpose of this text message is to 'get' you ... so if your cock is buried in a furry fleshlight while you're watching hentai PMVs, maybe stay put, but otherwise, maybe get your ass out here

Kane didn't reply to Moses's last message, but everyone heard a door open and close.

"So I'm led to believe that ..." began Kane. He emitted a low whistle. "Holy fuck. Sweet Jesus."

"Don't blaspheme," Jenna chided. "You'll go to hell."

Kane surveyed the scene. "I think I'm already there, and I think I like it." He sat down in an armchair.

Jenna tried waggling a finger, but the situation she found herself in was tough to defend.

Suddenly, Cherry felt out of place. "Maybe I should ... umm ... thanks for tonight, but I don't want to get in anyone's way." Her tongue was still tingling, the taste of Roxy's delicious pussy still dancing around inside her mouth.

Jenna brushed Cherry's concern aside. "Get your ass over here, Mosey."

For a comfortable night in, Moses was wearing track pants, and the outline of his thickening cock was beginning to show. He stepped across the room, and in one swift move, Jenna hauled the elasticated fabric down. Her boyfriend's solid, erect dick sprang out.

"Sorry," Moses apologised, "but you should see yourselves from where I'm standing. It's like lesbian porn happened in my living room."

"Wouldn't be the first time," smirked Roxy. She was still sitting on the couch. Her fingers began to congregate in anticipation of what she thought was about to happen.

Moses' cock waved in front of Jenna's face, seeking attention. Cherry was sitting on the floor next to her. "You want to?"

Cherry knew what Jenna meant, but she wasn't sure. She hadn't sucked many cocks before. Her main line of work was snatch, but as she saw Jenna began to stroke him, then lick him, then suck him deep into her throat, she realised she was watching one of her favourite pornsluts of all time doing what she did best. Who better to learn from? "Can you show me?"

Jenna looked up at Moses, seeking his OK. He nodded. "Sure. Actually, I've got a better idea. Let's suck him off together."

Roxy gasped. She started touching herself.

Moses felt two mouths, two tongues and four sets of fingers sucking, teasing and stroking him.

Jenna watched Cherry's plump lips wrap themselves around her boyfriend's dick. She held the back of her head, gently coaxing her.

Cherry established a good rhythm, and soon enough, Jenna moved away. She glanced up at her boyfriend, and from the look on his face, he was enjoying the experience. "Good job," she encouraged. "I can tell he's getting close."

Cherry picked up the pace.

Jenna looked up at her boy again. "You need to tell her. When you get close, that is."

Cherry took his dick out of her mouth, just for a split second, to catch her breath. Her face was red and wet. "I want it," she said.

Roxy whimpered. She pushed two fingers inside herself. She was so wet right now. This was gonna be so fucking hot.

Jenna shrugged, glancing up at her boyfriend. "She said she wants it babe, so give it to her."

Cherry's fist pistoned fast. Jenna looked up again, doublechecking. She knew his signs. She knew he was about to cum. She shifted her attention back to Cherry. "You sure you want this?" she asked their guest.

"Mm-hmm," Cherry replied, her fist stroking him like lightning.

Roxy flicked her clit like she was playing a video game. She screamed, spraying everywhere.

Cherry's eyes widened as Jenna's boyfriend busted in her mouth. She kept stroking him, and Moses loosed a heavy moan in recognition of how good it felt. She reached out to stroke his muscular calves and thighs as his orgasm peaked and subsided.

Eventually, she let Moses's cock fall out of her mouth. "That was good." Her eyes were damp and red. She thought about what had just happened: she'd barely said two words to Jenna's boyfriend all night, but her tummy was swimming full of his nut.

Moses pulled his trackpants back up. His wet dick soaked the fabric from the inside.

Cherry noticed Kane, still reclining in an armchair. "Hi ... umm ... sorry, I've forgotten your name."

"Rudiger," said Kane.

"His name's not important!" grinned Jenna, immediately latching onto the obscure Simpsons reference.

"My name's Kane," he said, holding out his hand like a gentleman.

Cherry looked over at Roxy. "He's your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, that's right," Roxy smiled. "He's my sweet boy."

For a moment, nobody was sure what to do or say next.

"I really should go," said Cherry, worrying that she'd overstayed her welcome. Her mouth tasted of Roxy's cunt and Moses's sperm.

"Wait," said Roxy. She beckoned Kane over, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock.

Cherry was stunned -- she assumed Roxy was a sizequeen in real life, but as she began stroking her boyfriend's average-sized cock, she knew she wasn't.

"Wanna fuck me?" Roxy teased, looking up at her boy.

"Look what you did to me," said Kane, pointing at his erection poking out the front of his pants. "You gonna do something about this this shit?" he joked.

"Sure," Roxy smirked. "You know where I want it, right?"

"Same place you always want it," grinned Kane.

Roxy glanced across at Cherry. "I'm a bit of an anal slut, you see."

Cherry gulped. She already knew. She'd seen Roxy take dicks in her ass so many times she'd lost count. And right now, it felt like she was watching a private porn performance unfolding in real life. She felt completely transfixed. She wasn't going anywhere right now. "I've never ... I've always wanted to, but ... like ... I've never ..." Everything fell silent. The girls already knew what she meant, and there was no need for Cherry to struggle with the rest of her sentence. Nonetheless, she tried. "I mean, girls have licked me out, and one or two have put a finger in there ..."

"You've never experimented with toys?" Jenna quizzed.

Cherry shook her head, pouting.

"Would you like to try anal?" asked Roxy.

Cherry's mind tried to make the pieces fit. Was she suggesting her boyfriend take her anal virginity?

"You can if you want," Roxy confirmed. "Kane and I love each other, but I fuck other guys because of my job, so I can't see why he needs to be faithful to me."

Kane glanced over at his girlfriend. The penny dropped. Her earlier comment about monogamy suddenly now made sense. He took his ball cap off and scratched his head. "Are you sure?"

"100%, boy. I'd love to watch you fuck her in the ass." Roxy looked at Cherry. "If she wants you to, that is."

Cherry's nerves were shot to bits, but she couldn't deny how much she wanted to do this in front of her two favourite pornstars. "Yeah," she whispered. She looked at Kane's cock, still poking out of his pants. At least he wasn't too big. She studied his face. He was kinda cute, too.

"Come here," Roxy cooed, and as she kissed Cherry, their tongues crashing against one another, Kane's dick seemed to grow an extra inch. "Let's get you prepped. Seriously, you're gonna fucking love how good this feels."

Roxy guided their guest to all-fours, making sure her back was nicely arched so that her asshole pointed upwards. "Looks tasty," she said. She buried her face in Cherry's butt, and instantly their guest climaxed, dribbling her juices onto the floor. Cherry's forearms supported her weight, but her elbows and knees trembled with the force of her orgasm. Roxy's tongue felt so good inside her it was a miracle she didn't collapse.

"Mmm, yeah, you're nice and lubed up now," Roxy swooned. The tip of her tongue swam with Cherry's anal tang. "You ready for this?" She slapped her cheek. It turned pink almost instantly.

"Yeah." Everything still felt dreamlike. Cherry felt sure she'd wake up soon, with her bedsheets soaked in warm horny sweat.

"Get over here, boy," Roxy commanded, "and take your pants off. Don't leave the lady waiting."

Cherry whimpered. Given a second chance, she would've much preferred Roxy to boink her with a strapon, but for now, she guessed her boyfriend would just have to do.

Kane positioned himself behind her and began to thrust forward. Cherry's inexperienced sphincter clamped shut at first contact.

"Try to relax, babe." Roxy stroked Cherry's sweaty, bright red face. "Breathe nice and slow. It's gonna feel a little strange, almost like you're taking a fat shit in reverse, but go with it."

Cherry nodded, bracing for impact, waiting to be penetrated.

Jenna and Moses couldn't tear their eyes from the show Roxy was conducting.

Kane rested the tip of his cock on Cherry's sphincter once more, and once again, it was a clear no-go. He wasn't used to this. Before meeting Roxy, he'd had a few rare experiences with anal sex, and while they were hit and miss, Roxy's backdoor had never been less than accommodating. Then again, his girlfriend was an experienced pornstar, so there's that.

"Babe," whispered Roxy, "just let it happen. You know you want this."

Cherry took one or two deep breaths. She was so glad she was having this experience in the presence of an expert in the anal arts.

Briefly, she glanced over at Jenna.

Two experts in the anal arts.

"OK," said Cherry. "Let's do this." She closed her eyes and tried to relax her asshole.

Kane tried again: third time's a charm. He got the head in, and Cherry winced a little. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt good. Her mouth gaped open, but her anus didn't. She was tight as fuck.

"Yeah, I know, babe," Roxy cooed, "it's OK. It only hurts for a little while. It's only because you're not used to it yet."

Cherry felt Roxy's fingernails run lightly up and down her back. "Fuck," she shivered. "That feels so good."

Roxy wasn't sure whether their guest was referring to her fingers or her boyfriend's cock; maybe it was both.

Fuck, Cherry was tight. Kane began to build up a slow yet steady rhythm, and Cherry started responding to it. Surprising everyone, but most of all Roxy, Cherry's hips began to push back onto Kane's cock. She moaned. Roxy was right -- it only stung for a few seconds, and while there was still pain, the way it mixed with sheer pleasure gave her a feeling she couldn't possibly define. "Fuck," she uttered. "Fuck yeah." She felt so fucking filthy right now, and it felt so fucking good.

"Yeah, babe," replied Roxy. "You're doing so good."

Kane's forehead was sweaty. This was an experience he'd never expected to have in his life -- fucking a stranger in her virgin asshole while his girlfriend not only watched but encouraged. He thought about smacking Cherry's ass. Her pale white cheeks were fat and juicy, and he'd love to watch them jiggle as his handprint slowly emerged on her skin, but if he did, he knew he'd cum straight away. He thought hard about baseball statistics.

"Fuck, I'm gonna nut," Cherry declared, and as Roxy's hand quickly moved into place underneath her, touching her pussy, teasing her clit, Cherry exploded all over her fingers.

Her tight sphincter clenched and spasmed around Kane's shaft, and straight away, his nuts began to boil. "Fuck, I can't hold it," he seethed.

"I want it," said Cherry, and everyone in the room knew exactly what she meant.

Ass to mouth.

Kane withdrew from her, and Cherry flipped over, opening her mouth, flopping out her tongue. She welcomed him into her throat, and Kane gave his shaft a couple of light tugs.

He exploded onto her tongue, his first rope smashing into Cherry's tonsils, making her gag. The rest of his thick load oozed out of him, coating her tongue a thick, pearly white.

"Don't swallow!" pleaded Roxy, crawling over to their guest.

Cherry opened her mouth, and she and Roxy snowballed Kane's nut back and forth between them. Eventually, Roxy gulped him down.

A delirious Kane took his ball cap off again and scratched his head in disbelief.

Cherry caught her breath. Everyone knew the show was over, but nobody knew quite what to say.

Kane put his dick away. "Same time tomorrow?" he joked, and suddenly, the mood broke.

Cherry rose to her knees. "I feel like I should get you two to sign my tits with a Sharpie."

Jenna laughed. "I don't know if we've got one of those lying around, but hey, you know where we live."

The room felt silent for a few seconds, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. Roxy stroked Cherry's face. "You're so goddamn sexy," she whispered. "Thanks for coming over tonight. I had a great time."

"Me too," said Cherry. "And while your boyfriends haven't exactly fucked me straight, not as if that was ever possible, I forgot for a while there how good dick feels and tastes."

"Welcome to the bi army," Jenna stated.

"Fuck," breathed Cherry. "I mean, it was hard enough explaining lesbianism to my mom, so now I gotta explain this."

Jenna shrugged. "If you ask me, you don't need to explain your shit to nobody."

"Well, yeah," volleyed Cherry, "but that's easy for a pornstar to say. Your sexuality is out there all over the internet."

Roxy looked their guest dead in the eye. "You'd slay in porn, you know."

Cherry was stunned.

"Like, you'd be amazing in girl-girl scenes, and ..."

"Wait, wait a second," interrupted Cherry. "Was this a tryout?"

"Huh?" Roxy responded.

"Like, was this an audition?"

"No," said Jenna. "Honest to god, no. You knew who we were, we thought you were hot, and we wanted to hang out with you. Simple as that. And like we said before, we've never done this before. Like, I don't expect you to believe us, but it's true. Never. Not with anyone." She paused for a second. "There's a glow about you I can't explain." Briefly, she turned to her boy, punching him playfully in the arm. "What do you reckon?"

"I'd totally fap to her," said Moses.

For Cherry, this had been an overwhelming night. When she left home for her shift, she thought tonight would be no different to any other shift from the past six months -- take orders, write them down, bring orders over, wipe tables, wait for next order -- but tonight had been a night she'd never forget. Was porn the career for her? Surely it was better than waiting tables. "Are y'all serious about this shit?"

"Yeah," said Roxy.

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course," smiled Jenna. "And if anyone from the industry were to ask if you've done anal in your personal life, you've got yourself a couple of witnesses."

Cherry needed to find a way to put her brain back into gear. "I should go."

"Can I get your number first?" asked Roxy. She offered a ballpoint pen and a loose pad of post-it notes. Cherry scribbled a few digits, got dressed, and in a few minutes, following a couple of brief hugs, she was gone.

The room stank of sex, but there was no time for anyone to ruminate on tonight's proceedings, because no sooner had Cherry pulled the door closed behind her, Jenna's phone pinged with an unexpected text message. She unlocked her screen to read it. "Fuck."

"What's up, babe?"

Jenna frowned. "Marco."

"Son of a bitch."