Lush Life: Anya’s Wedding

October 2026, Glasgow, Scotland.

"I do," Anya said, beaming in a translucent black mermaid dress. Her pale hair was tied into a long braid that sat white-hot against the dark fabric. That was the wedding theme: the women wore black, while the men, me, Giorgio, his non-celebrity best men, and a handful of staff, wore white.

While that may sound fun... Anya was the only one with a husband. Ana, to my right, wore a flowing, off-the-shoulder dress, short heels, a pearl necklace, and hoop earrings that bounced against her flat-ironed brunette hair. She smiled like she was the one getting married, then reached for my hand. I took it and looked back at Anya.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," said the heavyset priest. "You may kiss the bride."

And kiss they did. Cheers and applause followed. My eyes flicked to Ana, who was still smiling straight ahead, though her hand gripped mine even harder. Anya and Giorgio posed, completely unguarded with the happiest looks on their faces. As they moved down the aisle, waving and blushing, Ana held on like she didn't want to let go.

*

The manor Anya picked was beyond spacious, all gold, silver, and white. Intricate designs covered the walls and glass, making the place feel absurdly ritzy. That was just the main mingle room, as Anya called it. Beyond the polished wooden doors were plenty of rooms.

I couldn't get a good look at any of them, because the moment we landed, everything became a scramble. Anya's people, everyone else's people, makeup teams, photographers, all of them running every which way for one moment.

An admittedly beautiful moment that had me drinking in the corner.

Anya and Giorgio had disappeared into their private bunker just a short walk up the hill from the main manor. I could barely see it from the windows: a cobblestone cottage that looked wildly out of place in the green field.

My eyes scanned the room. Until Cara Delevingne snuck up on me like a cat, dressed in a tight black turtleneck dress.

"Been meaning to say hello." She gave me a quick hug with her right arm. "So hello."

"Hey," I said, swirling my glass and hugging her back. I leaned against the table, and Cara did the same beside me. Her sharp blue eyes, made even sharper by her pristine makeup, were locked onto one specific person.

"Short girl. Dark hair. Think she goes both ways?" Cara asked like she was wondering whether it would rain. Dafne Keen, blushing and animated, was chatting with Dua Lipa and Taylor Swift.

Dafne wore a sheer black top, the mesh curving around her perfect tits like dripping candle wax. Her pants were tight black leather that squeezed her ass and hips. Taylor sported a simple but elegant black sundress, while Dua wore a deep V-neck bodysuit that was more than suggestive, especially for a wedding.

"Dafne?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"Mhm," Cara said.

My mind flashed. I wasn't entirely sure if a threesome meant you were into girls. But I was definitely sure I wanted to see Cara go down on her.

"Not sure," I said. "You should ask."

"Not that simple," Cara smirked.

"It's a party."

"It is, and yet you're over here."

"Touché," I said. I saw Ana talking to a blonde woman in a cropped black jacket and a mini skirt decorated with a little glittering gold chain. I could only see her from behind. Ana briefly caught my gaze and then leaned in to whisper in the blonde's ear.

"Who's that?" I asked Cara.

"Samara Weaving," Cara said as she poured herself a drink. "Ever met her?"

"No."

"Have fun," Cara said, then walked away towards Dafne. I caught a glimpse of Hailee Steinfeld, dressed in a short corset-waist strapless dress. She was shoveling shrimp into her mouth while a now-blonde Sophie Turner watched, sipping champagne in a black, delightfully flimsy glitter dress, a grin on her face.

I poured myself another drink before I heard heels clacking behind me. I turned.

"Hi," Samara said, giving me a warm smile as her eyes drank me in. "Jason?"

I nodded. "Yup."

Samara put a hand out. I took it.

I sighed. "So what'd she tell you?"

"Hm?"

"Ana."

Samara laughed lightly and leaned closer. "Nothing that no one else in this room knows."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Samara's eyes scanned me again with a mix of interest and what also seemed like pity. Pity I didn't want or need. I made a mental note to turn up the charm.

"Good news? Bad? Something in the middle?" I said.

Samara smiled again. "Apparently... you've fucked every woman in this room. Even the lovely bride."

"So... good or bad? In your opinion, of course," I said, hiding my smirk with a sip.

"Well, I like what I see. Ana over there clearly doesn't mind sharing. So why don't we step out for a moment? Let me see if I can get a better, more hands-on impression." Samara said, stepping closer. I smelled her perfume, but it was so thick it seemed like it was smelling me. Her hand found my waist, her blue nail digging into my jacket pocket.

I felt Ana's eyes on me. She winked at me from across the room, which gave Samara all of me.

We left the room with my hand in hers, and she guided me to a much different place. She flicked on the lights. Wooden walls surrounded a beige carpet decorated with a black swirl pattern, and a long, deep red, L-shaped chaise sat beside the wall. I wasn't entirely sure what this room's purpose was, be it wine tasting or what Samara obviously had in mind.

"Big enough for nine?" Samara said, laughing behind me as I heard her slipping out of her heels.

I chuckled dryly. "Yeah. I guess so."

"... Mmm, take that jacket off for me. I wanna see what I'm working with."

I slowly brought my hands up to the buttons of my suit jacket. As strange as it sounds, I already felt naked. Scanned and surveyed by someone who only a few minutes ago was a stranger. I figured it was because I was facing away from her. I turned around just as my jacket loosened. That made it worse.

Samara's eyes kept exploring me. She licked her lips and brought her hands up to the hem of her tweed jacket, popping the gold buttons with smooth, quick *fwip* sounds.

"Keep going..." She said with a purr. We removed our jackets at the same time, slid them off our shoulders, and let them hit the floor. It left me in a white undershirt and her in a lace bra. I did as I was told, stripping and tossing my clothes aside until I was in nothing but my underwear.

Samara bit her cherry-red bottom lip as she fumbled with her bra, freeing her plump and perky tits. Then she carefully slid her skirt down her long, smooth legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Just as I heard voices from outside the room, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward. Her stylized blonde hair slipped over one blue eye as she closed in on me with her lips parted.

"C'mere..." She said in a whisper before digging her teeth around the waistband. Her pearly whites slowly pulled the fabric down until the hard, veiny root of my cock was poking out. I heard her laugh to herself, then I felt her lips on me, warm and plump. Her fingers gripped the hem of my underwear to tug them down. Her lips followed, planting reverent kisses down the entire length of my now freed shaft.

In one swift motion, her hand found the base of me, angling my hardness just right. Samara winked and took me into her mouth with ease, sealing her lips around the base. She hummed around my throbbing skin as she began to bob her head with short, gentle pumps. I thought she'd keep her pace slow and focused while lashing her slick tongue.

That was until I moaned. She took my cock deep into her throat, then brought both hands up to the base, twisting and working her wrists in lewd tandem. Her eyes stayed on me, burning bright and full of mischief as her tongue, lips, and hands put my cock in a whirlwind of sloppy spit. Another moan escaped me, another flutter of cockstuffed laughter escaped her, and my entire body trembled at the feeling.

Samara popped her spit-soaked lips off of my cock, flipped her head, and smothered my balls while continuing to stroke my tip. Long, bubbly white streaks of spit bounded down her wrists with some even bunching up into her flawlessly done hair. Her chin, collarbone, and her deep valley of cleavage were already glistening with shiny saliva. I moaned from deep in my throat while my hands were awkwardly trembling at my sides.

Samara pounced back onto my cock, shoving it into her throat and violently bobbing her head. My spongy, sensitive tip was shrouded in the warm walls of her windpipe while her tongue slid along every veiny inch. I moaned again and reached down, gripping her bobbing blonde in a panic.

"Mrphm?" Samara mumbled around me. My mind wasn't exactly clear, so I pulled her head back.

"What?" I asked.

"Take charge," She said, her accent sharp. "Fuck my face. I know you can."

Samara parted her swollen lips and splayed her tongue. I gripped her hair into a makeshift ponytail and slammed her down onto my cock. She gagged and shuddered, but obediently moved her hands behind her back to let me use her. I thrust forward and pulled her deep, slamming into her throat with perfect timing.

Thick tendrils of spit swung between her lips and my sack, dripping down her body and hitting the carpet. With the aid of the copious amounts of spit, my cock danced against her tonsils and burrowed into her chest.

I pulled out with a groan when I felt myself on the edge. Samara spat on the head of my cock before reaching up in a flash. She gripped my shaft tight, pursed her lips, and gave it a thoroughly sloppy kiss that teased my sensitive skin.

"Ohh fu--" I cut myself off, gritting my teeth as Samara stroked at a rapid rate. The loud sounds her froth-producing lips were making rose with the even louder sound of her stroking me.

"Mmmaahh, C'mon junior..." Samara spat, still stroking me until my entire body rocked. I came like a rocket with wild, arching spurts escaping my blooming tip and crashing against her lovely, splayed face.

"Yessshesss..." Samara said, smiling and moaning as my load coated her like a second skin. The mess gummed up especially on the bridge of her nose, her now-ruined lips, and the space between her eyebrows.

"More, gimme more," She said, licking at my tip with small flicks of her tongue until I was bone dry, at least for the moment. Samara took my pulsing cock into her mouth again, sucking and tugging hard with her lips sealed tight. While I had barely softened, she pulled me back to full hardness with ease.

She slid her lips off of my glistening shaft with a loud, dramatic pop before wiping thick globs of my cum off her face and into her mouth.

"You know what I want now?" She hummed as she rose to her feet with ease.

"What's that?"

"I want that big, fat cock to stretch me out. Right here, right now." Samara said, mumbling around her fingers. She then brought her moist hands to my abdomen, pushing me towards the chaise with just the lightest touch. My ass hit the chaise before I could get my bearings, then she straddled me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and quickly did the same, coiling her legs around my waist.

It was strangely intimate, despite the venom in her tone. She pulled me in for a long, hard kiss, moaning against my tongue as her hand explored my scalp. Her bare breasts smushed against my hard chest. My cockhead teasingly pressed against the surface of her drenched pussy lips. I felt a trail of warm wetness already leaking down to my balls.

Samara broke the kiss, briefly taking my bottom lip with her between her teeth. "You know what else I want?"

"Waazat?" I mumbled against her lips. My arms wrapped around her soft, slender body almost instinctively, nuzzling myself against her body heat.

"I want this room ruined when we're done. I want them to hear us, come in here, then I want these walls blasted. I want you--yeah?"

"You... you have me," I said.

"Nah," Samara's face warped into a wicked smile as she lined herself up. "I want The Guy."

She then dropped herself without warning. We both groaned from deep in our conjoined chests as she started pumping herself up and down.

"Gooodddd..." Samara groaned. She tossed her head, arched her back, and hooked her ankles tight around my waist.

"You know about that?" I huffed into the crook of her sweaty neck while trying to meet her bouncing.

"Course I do," Samara said with another wicked grin. "Dear Kathryn blabbed. You aren't much of a secret nowadays. Ugh-- especially not with this monster..."

I didn't know what to say. I latched my lips against her exposed neck, which forced another high-pitched squeal to escape her. She reached up to cup my face and lift my head, then she smothered me with her plump, sweaty tits.

I suckled on her left breast greedily, flooding my taste buds with sweat and the faintest hint of salt while she impaled herself on my cock. Her brown nipples buzzed against my burning face as she jostled wildly in my grip, our desperate, ragged moans echoing off the lavish walls just as she wanted.

"God-- you're gonna make me-- fucking cum already!" Samara sang, belting it out in sheer disbelief. I held her tighter, sank my teeth deeper into her flesh, and started fucking her back. I filled her pussy with hard, deep, nasty strokes that knocked the wind out of her on every thrust.

Samara wanted The Guy. That's exactly who she was going to get.

I took a deep breath, steadied my legs, and rose to my feet with her still clinging tight around me. I moved my hands down to the curve of her asscheeks and carry-fucked her into a howling stupor. Her nails dug deep into my skin as she lost the strength in her legs.

"I'm cumming! Ugh!" Samara wailed, and yet I didn't stop. I ignored the pain in my working legs, hyperfocused on slamming her through another orgasm. I felt the thick, creamy coating of her fluids layering around my driving cock. Her pussy lips caught it, both swallowing it up and making more until the sounds were a nasty mixture of slapping flesh.

I crammed every inch of myself inside of her one more time. She grunted through gritted teeth, then leaned in to bite my earlobe. I growled, turned towards the chaise, and plopped her down across the leather. I stayed inside of her the entire time, only pulling out a touch to readjust my body. She was on her back; I was hunched over her with my hands digging firm into her slim, sweaty waist.

Samara, flushed, panting, her hair a messy blonde nest, grinned up at me. She spat into her fingers, a thick glob escaping her pretty pink lips, and brought them down to her clit. She mixed the mess around her wet pussy and my half-inserted cock, which caused me to sink deeper inside of her like I got caught in quicksand.

"Yeeeaaah..." Samara purred. I returned to my rapid pace, which turned her into a broken record. "Yeah--yeah--yeah--yeah--yeah-yeah!"

In and out, I slammed away until her tits quivered into blurs, her abs clenched hard, and her mouth was agape like she was dying of thirst. Desperate and wheezing like I really was cramming her guts. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up the pace, especially not with Samara:

"Oooofff--FUCK!" She wailed, her body arching and stiffening as her next orgasm went crashing through her. Her pussy clamped down around me like a clenched fist, and I had no choice but to explode. I was buried to the root and spilling deep inside of her. I was twitching like crazy as Samara pulled me down for a sloppy, messy kiss. A few more small, subtle pumps of my hips followed, then I broke the kiss.

"Fuck..." Samara huffed. "That was..." She brought her face down to her gaped and filled pussy when I slipped out of her.

The door clicked open, and both of our heads snapped towards it. Cara and Dafne entered with the slightest sway in their steps, laughing and giggling into each other's ears. That was until they saw us. Dafne's eyes flicked back and forth between my aching cock and Samara's pussy, while Cara just smirked.

"Might be a stupid question," I said, still catching my breath. "But why this room specifically?"

"You weren't exactly quiet, yeah?" Cara said as her hand tugged at Dafne's wrist.

"Everyone heard you. Well, more her than you." Dafne said, nodding almost meekly towards Samara.

"And," Cara started as she started peeling her dress off her slender back. "We figured it'd be more fun to fuck with an audience."

Samara and I watched as Cara stripped, her slim, tattooed frame coming into view. Dafne watched her, then seemed to remember she was meant to be participating, and started working at removing her dress.

"Hold on," Cara said before reaching out to help, clearly eager to get her hands on Dafne's near-flawless body. She slid the mesh off Dafne's shoulders, causing those round, plump tits of hers to spill free. Her pants came next, with Cara peeling them down her hips. Dafne kicked her heels off and wobbled out of her pants, leaving her in nothing but already damp black panties.

Cara gave her a look, a quick up-and-down glance before pulling her in for a kiss. Cara had one hand firmly placed on Dafne's jaw while the other cupped a fat tit. Dafne melted into it, moaning into Cara's lips as they pressed together. Cara's slender body on Dafne's, smooth skin on smooth skin melding until they sank down onto the carpet in a tangle of limbs.

They kissed and moaned like nobody was watching. Which, from where I sat, was a problem I was happy to have, especially tonight.

"Yeah, like what you see?" Samara chuckled beside me. Before I could answer, she'd sat up, swung a leg over me, and was now straddling me with her hands braced against my chest. My still hard cock stirred under her weight as she dragged her dripping pussy over it, teasing me, forcing me to moan.

"I bet you do," Samara purred as she reached down to line me up and sink down onto my cock.

"Ah! Fuuuck yes..." She moaned as she started to ride, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning in until her lips were right at my ear.

On the floor, Cara had Dafne on her back, splayed out and whimpering. Cara was between her legs, her back arched like a cat, licking and lapping at Dafne's pussy. My cock throbbed inside Samara, something she clearly appreciated as she bit the inside of my ear with a wordless beg for more.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her down harder, meeting her rolling hips, bucking up into her with brows furrowed. Samara pulled her head back, briefly tugging at my earlobe before meeting my eyes. She then kissed me, hard and open-mouthed, and sloppy. A wild slip and slide of tongues as we fucked like jackrabbits.

Samara pulled back, moaned from deep in her throat, then planted her teeth into the side of my neck. I caught a glimpse of Cara and Dafne again. Cara had moved her mouth from Dafne's pussy to her tits, greedily sucking on them, motorboating her like a woman drunk on lust while having three fingers knuckle-deep inside of her pussy.

Dafne's moans were growing higher and higher until Cara pried her mouth off her tits and moved her kisses to her lips. When Samara came with a whimper, and her teeth sank deeper into my neck, Dafne's whole body went into shock. Her feet thrashed, her back arched off the carpet, and Cara's fingers curved just right into her soaked pink. Cara held her there, fingerfucking her through it for several seconds before pulling away.

Dafne shot up off the floor, so fast I heard the thud before I could even fully register the motion. Cara was on her back in one swift move, the surprise clear on her sharp, sweaty face. Dafne was between Cara's legs like a natural, panting like a dog in heat as her tongue found her pussy.

"Aa--aah!" Cara croaked as Dafne devoured her pussy, reaching down to clasp that dark hair and sink her even deeper.

Samara lifted her head with a grin and licked the bridge of my nose.

"Think we've made enough noise?"

"I don't--"

Samara cut me off with another aggressive kiss as she continued to bounce up and down the length of me.

"Just imagine--"

"FUCK!" Cara shrieked. My eyes shot to Cara to see Dafne still neck-deep between her legs, slurping away at her juices.

Then, as though on cue, the door opened. Hailee entered first, with her dress already unzipped at the back and two bottles of champagne in her hands. Sophie, right behind her, had a bottle under each arm and a slight blush on her smirking face. Taylor and Dua quickly followed, both of them holding bottles like trophies.

All of their knowing eyes shot to me, then to the mess on the floor that was Cara and Dafne, with Dafne lifting her head just enough to see who'd come in. Cara propped herself up on her elbows, blew a lock of wild hair from her sweaty forehead as best she could, and desperately ground her hips against Dafne's mouth.

"Yes!" I heard Samara whisper before she slid herself off of me and took my hands to lift me off the chaise. Taylor, Hailee, Dua, Sophie, and Samara flanked me with sly, eager smiles. Sophie handed Taylor her bottles and started stripping right in front of me. She stepped out of her heels and kicked them to the side. Then with one snap of a hidden button on her back, her glitter dress slipped off her ridiculously toned frame and pooled at her pale feet before she stepped out of it.

Sophie stepped closer towards me and reached out for her champagne bottles while looking up at me with a devilish smirk. Then her eyes traveled down my body like she was surveying a piece of meat. She popped the tops off both bottles, and the rest of the girls followed.

"It's been way too long since I've gotten my shot at you," Sophie purred as she slowly brought the bottles to my chest. "Now I don't think we should have all this good stuff go to waste, should we?"

"No..." I muttered.

"Good." Sophie smiled.

The first pour hit me across the chest. I shuddered at the freezing cold that started at my collarbone and ran down my body, golden, fizzy, and dripping. Dua stepped in and did the same from the other side, pouring the cool liquid down my back. Taylor poured a slow one down the inside of my thigh that made me both flinch and harden rapidly. Hailee tipped hers over my shoulder and let it trail down my arm. All of them were laughing while Dafne and Cara wound up scissoring each other on the floor.

It was only slightly overwhelming. That was until Sophie dropped to her knees. She swallowed my champagne-dripping cock, taking me into her mouth with one swift motion. She moaned at the combination of flavor on her already working tongue, then placed her hands on my thighs to brace herself.

"Get it, Soph." Taylor moaned, and Sophie hummed in reply without stopping, a thick, swinging trail of drool slipping from her bottom lip.

"Yeah," Samara cooed with a grin. "Get him."

On the floor, Dafne was on top, grinding Cara into another teeth-gritting orgasm while the rest of the girls started to properly strip. Sophie had my cock shoved deep into her throat, roughly bobbing her head, and keeping her eyes on me the entire time. She kept throating me until she got red in the face, then pulled back with strings of spit and champagne webbing from her lip to the head of my cock.

Hailee and Taylor dropped beside her, with all three of them shoulder to shoulder staring up at me with bright, naughty smiles. Hailee's dress had already given up, with one strap slipping down her arm and taking the whole front with it. Her tits rested full and soft against the ruined fabric. Taylor's sundress was around her waist.

"You're a mess," Taylor said before leaning in to lick a long, teasing stripe of champagne off the underside of my cock. Hailee moved in next, taking the head into her mouth and working the first few inches with her tongue. Hailee popped off; Taylor moved in like clockwork, bobbing her head along the halfway point. Sophie flipped her head and quickly found her opening.

The girls were trading me between them, moaning and slurping and sucking at every inch of my cock and balls. Spit ran down my thighs in warm waves; champagne was still dripping off my chest and into their hair. Then two sets of hands landed on my hips from behind. I looked back for just a second to see Dua, her fingers cold and slick with champagne, teasing their way up the back of my thighs, then over my ass.

She spread my cheeks. Samara's breath was right there, and I felt her laugh right against that spot.

"Hold still." Dua sang in a teasing voice.

Samara's tongue touched me, and my knees nearly gave out. Samara worked me from behind with perfect precision, lapping at my bud, every stroke sent me forward, straight into the mouth of whoever was waiting at the front. Hailee caught it with glee, her eyes lidded and her mouth stuffed with dick.

I had to clasp Hailee's hair to hold on. Taylor had a hand on my hip, while Sophie reached around Hailee's head to stroke all that spit into the base. Samara pulled back, and Dua dove right in, the both of them lapping at my asshole while Cara and Dafne were making out. The room had quickly turned into a mess of moans and whimpering, the air reeking of sex.

Then I saw Ana at the door. Her eyes immediately met mine with a smile.

"C'mon..." I heard Cara mumble, with Dafne latching kisses on her neck.

Ana grinned as her eyes swept over the room, then she entered. Cara carefully peeled the restless Dafne off of her and rose to her feet to meet Ana. She pulled at the top of Ana's dress, slipping the black fabric down her plump, perky tits with her other hand finding the hidden zipper along her back. Ana relaxed herself, allowing it to happen with her flawless smile.

"Mmm," I heard Cara moan over the chaos that was happening below me. Taylor had me lodged deep into her throat while Dua had her tongue stuffed into my rectum. I closed my eyes for a split second, overwhelmed by, well, everything, then I saw Cara and Ana against the wall. Cara's lips were on Ana's throat, then her jaw, then her mouth.

Ana's head tipped back against the paneling and her hands slid down to Cara's ass. Cara's hand yanked the hem of Ana's dress to her toned stomach, then stuffed her fingers deep into Ana's pussy. Ana rolled her hips against Cara's skilled fingers, moaning and writhing so much so that I didn't even notice Dafne had joined the trio below me.

Sophie, Hailee, Taylor, and Dafne had quickly organized themselves into an actual system. Sophie slobbered against the head, Hailee soaked the right side of my shaft with her lips pursed, Taylor had her tongue dancing across the left, and Dafne teased my dangling balls with the tip of her tongue.

Behind me, Samara had switched places with Dua again and had gone ragged. She'd lost her rhythm, instead just rolling her tongue around my ass.

"Fuck yeah," Dua moaned. "Four mouths on your cock and two on your arse..."

I choked out a half-laugh, half-moan as a response. I couldn't really let out much more when Dafne shoved my cock deep into her throat. Taylor, Hailee, and Sophie kissed and nibbled at Dafne's soft, sweaty skin while she stared up at me. After several seconds, Dafne pulled back like a magic trick with my cock violently slinking out of her mouth, a heavy blanket of spit around it.

All four of their hands squeezed at my cock in a wild frenzy. My orgasm hit me like a car door, and a heavy spurt of white escaped my pulsing tip. There was so much cum that the initial blast hit all four of their groaning, smiling faces. They stroked and swarmed me like a pack of piranhas, stealing every ounce of cum my cock could produce.

Samara and Dua had stopped behind me. I felt their laughter against my bare cheeks. Taylor's lips were wrapped firmly around the head of my cock, literally slurping up the rest of my load while Hailee, Sophie, and Dafne started up a sloppy threeway kiss. Taylor then pulled away, swallowed, and parted her lips with a knowing smile.

"You're not done," Samara huffed behind me. I stumbled slightly while I tried to catch my breath. "Who do you want first?"

"Uh..." I looked around the room. Ana and Cara were still on each other, but now looking at me. Sophie, Hailee, and Dafne broke their makeout. Taylor moved back to give me space. I got my breath back in three gulps and felt Sophie's expectant, piercing blues on me.

"Sophie."

Sophie launched off the carpet and was across the room to the chaise in about four steps. She'd flopped to her back, splayed herself wide, and rubbed two lazy fingers over her dripping wet pussy. I turned to face her. She was in phenomenal shape with a flat stomach, toned arms, and thighs that a man could die in between. And she was so wet I could hear that tacky, moist click of her fingers.

"Come get this pussy. Break me in half." Sophie purred at me, half-desperate, half-confident.

"Get in there." Samara said.

"Yeah. Break her in half." Hailee giggled.

Sophie planted both hands behind the back of her legs, stretching herself as wide as possible with her eyes glued onto my hard, swinging cock. I moved quickly, got both knees onto the leather, and lined myself up.

I slid every inch of my cock into Sophie in one stroke. She was wet enough that her pussy gave me no resistance. A long, slick swallow from the purpled head all the way to the spit-slick root. Her whole body arched up off the chaise with a choked sound escaping her glistening lips. I hooked my hands underneath the subtle curve of her lower back, right where her firm ass began, and fucked her into a frenzy off the first stroke.

"Oh Fuck!" Sophie screeched. Every thrust I gave her pushed a breathless moan out of her as I quickly found the angle that made her eyes roll back into her skull. Her tits bounced flat against her ribs, her abs tensed and released in time with every stroke I gave her.

Dua and Taylor climbed up onto the chaise on either side of Sophie. They pressed their chins into her abs just to watch, close enough to feel the impact, close enough to see her cunt being stretched. My eyes were drawn to their plump, pursed lips. They started spitting right where Sophie and I were joined. It hit wet and slid down perfectly. Sophie whimpered at the temperature and clenched hard around me. The whole thing got sloppier in about ten seconds.

I reached up and placed a hand in Dua's hair. Dua froze with a wicked smile as I slid my cock out of Sophie with a long, reluctant slide. I was coated in wetness and spit. Dua opened wide with an 'ahhh' escaping her perfect lips. I slotted myself right into her mouth and pumped my hips with short, shallow strokes, letting her taste Sophie's glaze.

Dua hummed eagerly and swallowed around the head, lapping up as much as she could and teasing my balls with the tips of her fingers. I pulled out of her mouth and turned. Taylor was already ready, her mouth wide open with her smiling eyes locked onto me. I latched both hands around Taylor's wild halo of blonde and stuffed her mouth with dick. In and out, I pushed into her talented throat, feeling my balls smack against her chin and a thick helping of saliva slathering my working base.

I pulled out of her mouth the same way I did with Dua, swift and wet, then sank right back into Sophie.

"Haaah!" Sophie moaned, her whole body tensing up again.

Behind us, I snuck a glance to see that the rest of the room was falling to pieces. Cara had Ana up against the wall with her leg over one arm, three fingers curled deep inside of her, and Ana was whining in a way I'd never heard from her. Samara and Hailee had paired off on the carpet with Samara on top, grinding and kissing and rubbing against her like she'd never get this chance again. Dafne was just watching, stuffing herself with four fingers as her eyes flicked all around the room.

I returned my focus to the trio before me. I found a rhythm. Out of Sophie. Inside Dua's mouth. Inside Sophie. Back to Taylor's mouth. In. Out. Mouth. Mouth. Pussy. Mouth.

I returned to Sophie's pussy and fucked her with short, brutal thrusts. Thrusts that had her unraveling. Her pussy clenched around me again, then she roared.

"hoooAAAAH!" Sophie's voice cracked as she rode it out. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block out the chaos of the room to avoid cumming again. Sophie pushed herself off of me. I opened my eyes when I heard her roll off the chaise.

Dua was on all fours before Sophie's ass had even hit the carpet. Her flawless, tanned body was on perfect display. She flipped her dark hair over one sweaty shoulder, looked back at me, and gave me a slow, teasing smile.

"What are you waiting for?"

I got behind her, lined up, and pushed right in. Dua was moist, messy, and hot.

"That's ittttt, auuuhhh yeaaaah..." Dua shuddered beneath me, biting her bottom lip with a grin. "C'mon. God, I missed this cock. Give it to me. Fuck me like a slut."

I gave her exactly what she wanted and then some, slamming into her pussy and reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair.

"Yes! HARDER!" Dua wailed as her hips bucked back into me. I kept the grip and drove, deep, deep, deep dicking her into a babbling mess of moans and clapping bronze flesh. Her pussy was wet and greedy and gripped me on every pull. The room had turned into a chorus of moans. Ana's purrs were growing louder, Hailee's squeals, all of it blending into a mush of euphoria.

I was so out of it I couldn't tell Dua had cum until I felt it. A wet burst of squirt erupted from her pussy like a burst pipe, spraying my inner thighs and the leather below. I let go of her hair as she scrambled away from me on quivering legs.

I barely had time to catch my breath. Dafne was already on me, rushing across the room on all fours and leaping onto the chaise like a dog. She took my cock into her mouth with ease and reached up to grab my wrists and guide them to her swinging tits. I greedily palmed them as her mouth worked, groaning in tandem with everyone else in the room.

Saliva was leaking down the corners of Dafne's lips and running down onto her chest, and I caught it with my thumb to smear it across her nipple. She moaned around my girth and picked up her pace, sucking and pumping her head with sloppy strokes in what seemed like an attempt to take me all the way into her mouth.

I looked behind me to catch another glimpse of the room. Hailee had her hand between Dua's legs while Dua lay back on the carpet with her eyes shut. Samara had found Cara and Ana, and the three of them had turned the wall into their threeway makeout canvas. Taylor and Sophie were on the floor in the sixty-nine position, with Sophie's hands clamped on Taylor's ass.

Dafne slipped her mouth off my cock. "On your back. Let me ride that cock."

I did exactly as I was told, adjusting myself until my back met the leather. Dafne climbed over me, settled her knees beside my hips, and guided me in without looking. With one long, breathtaking drop, her pussy swallowed me up.

"Hooo fuckin' hell." Dafne huffed before wiping a layer of sweat from her brow. Then she started to ride with long strokes. Her mouth was wide open, her hips were loose and quick, and her tits swung and smacked violently against her ribcage. I got one hand on her waist, the other on her ass, and just watched her work her magic.

"Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" Dafne squealed, then smacked her hands down hard on my chest. Instead of a slick grind of her hips, she was now just flat-out bouncing on my dick. Sweat flew off her deliciously curvy frame in wild droplets, and she was letting out a series of gasps like she was getting punched.

"YES!" Dafne roared as she slammed herself down and came with a shudder. She sank her nails into my chest. Her regal face broke, curling into a dazed, dopey grin as her body trembled atop me. I got both hands onto her ass and fucked her through it all, watching her tits, all of her, bounce while she whimpered with the oversensitivity.

After a few more focused strokes, Dafne tapped my chest to signal for a stop. I saw Hailee out of the corner of my eye as Dafne climbed off my now-coated cock.

"Hey," Hailee giggled as she leaned down, brushing her lovely brown hair behind her ear and taking my cock into her mouth. She dutifully sucked the taste of Dafne off my cock. Humming and working both the shaft and balls with one hand before she slid off and straddled me the same way Dafne did.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself as Hailee's pussy shrouded my overworked cock.

"Yes! Oh yes, Jason! We gotta stop going so long without seeing each other- yes!" Hailee spat it out in a rush as she started to ride me. She was giving me quick and shallow pumps, then changed it to a slow grind, then a sudden deep drop. She was grinning down at me with a knowing look on her face.

I dropped a hand down to her clit with my thumb first and flat, pressing circles while she rode. Hailee squealed, high and startled, and her hips stuttered. I took advantage of the moment, rolling my hips to stuff her and force her eyes to roll back into her head.

"Hnng!" Hailee gasped and fell forward, her lips crashing against my jaw. I pulled her in for a proper kiss that quickly turned into a messy tangle of lips. My hand slipped from her clit to her ass while my other hand roamed over the curve of her back. The kiss carried on as Hailee kept moving on me the whole time, her tits pressing against my skin and the walls of her pussy tugging at every inch of me.

I just barely heard footsteps before I felt cold hit my stomach. Both of us jumped and yelped as champagne poured over us. Samara was above us with an empty bottle tipped and a satisfied smile on her flushed face.

Behind Samara on the carpet, Cara was getting wrecked. Taylor and Sophie were both licking between her splayed legs, Dua was grazing on her chest, and Dafne was riding her face. I couldn't place Ana until Hailee slid off of me with liquid pouring down her trembling body. Samara tossed the bottle to the side, planted herself between my legs, and sucked me off with both hands working the shaft with thick, sloppy sounds flooding the air.

Ana's head popped up like a groundhog beside Samara, then scooted in beside her. Samara popped her lips off my cock with strings of glistening spit clinging to her smiling lips. Ana gave her a quick kiss, gave me that patented sideways glance, then swallowed me. Hailee joined on the other side, and the three of them started a proper rotation, stroking and suckling and moaning every single inch of my cock and balls until I became a quivering mess.

After a while of spitting and groping and fighting over my cock, I mumbled out a 'I'm close', and Ana took charge. She kept her eyes on me as she slowly, oh so slowly, sank her cock into my throat. She gagged for just a second, then her tongue met my balls. She was trembling, her eyes were watering, and Samara and Hailee leaned in to kiss her face.

Then all of their fingers grazed my bloated, soaked balls with just the lightest touch. I came into Ana's mouth like a shot, my ass bucking off the chaise and digging even deeper into her strained throat. Ana slid up just a few inches and slowly worked her head, draining my balls with expert precision and letting the warm mess pool up in her mouth.

When I was done, Ana pulled back slowly with her gummy lips dragging against the lustrous head, and held her mouth closed. She turned to Hailee and kissed her, letting the mess pass between them. Ana gave her a fat glob of white, then turned to Samara to do the same, sharing my load with a messy melding of their swollen lips. Hailee joined as best she could, trading my load just above my still hard cock.

Samara broke the kiss first and leaned down to lick a small, teasing stripe over the head of my still hard cock.

"Got some more?" Samara asked. Or interrogated. I wasn't entirely sure if it was a test of my willpower, ego, or both. But that grin on her face struck a nerve, just the tiniest tap.

*

Hailee, Dua, Taylor, Sophie, Dafne, Ana, and Samara were all lying on their stomachs. Cara was above them with an opened bottle of coconut oil that she'd kept in her purse and busy hands, scooping up dollops of it into her index and middle finger and thoroughly lubing up every asshole that was on display. I was behind the show, my cock twitching violently at the buffet of ass I had before me.

"You sure you don't want some too?" I asked Cara with a bite in my tone that scared me.

"All good," Cara chuckled before reaching forward to stroke pretty much the last of the oil into my cock. "I'd like to walk tomorrow, thank you very much."

"She's just scared." Taylor said from below.

"Quiet," Cara said as she worked the mess into every inch of me with focus in her steely eyes. "Should be good. Now,"

Cara leaned back, spread her legs, and relaxed herself to enjoy the show. "Take your pick."

All six sets of daunting, feigning eyes were on me. I had no idea who to pick first. I thought about closing my eyes and moving in cock first. I settled on Dafne first, moving in on my knees and giving her ass the lightest smack that made her yelp.

Dafne curled her fingers between Ana's hand and Sophie's, bracing herself for all of me. I slid my cockhead right into her shiny brown bum with an audible, lewd, 'slorp' sound that sent Dafne into a frenzy. I placed my hands firmly on her waist and sank myself into her wonderfully inviting asshole. The girls all let out a moan the same way Dafne did as my cock disappeared into her sphincter, balls-deep.

She was tight, ridiculously so, but I needed to move. I started to slam her into an orgasm, jackhammering her small but curvy body into the carpet while her wails bounced off the walls. I wasn't entirely sure what the game plan was, but I figured I'd try to hold off from finishing because I had five more asses to go.

I felt Sophie's eyes on me to my left and Ana's to my right. My cock crammed into Dafne's guts, every violent meeting of my pelvis had her ass clapping rhythmically. I didn't plan on stopping until the snug grip of her walls forced me to. It didn't take long at all.

A few more focused, powerful thrusts had Dafne delirious. "I'M CUMMING!"

I was stopped mid-thrust, with the ring of her asshole wrapped snug around my throbbing cock. Dafne writhed and whimpered while Cara fingered herself to a similar, soft orgasm. The second Dafne's ass bloomed, I slid my way out and moved towards Sophie.

"Yes!" Sophie said and spread her legs as best she could. I pressed the bulbous tip of my cock to her little butthole, reached down to split her asscheeks, and pushed in with ease.

"Ah fuck!" Sophie roared as I fucked her asshole with swift, halfway-in thrusts. Almost like I was playing a game, watching how close my swinging nuts could get to her dripping pussy without actually touching it. The amount of wetness that was clinging to my asshole made it look like I was shoveling the oil out of her. Sophie was melting, biting the carpet as her forehead veins started to show. I fucked her through what sounded like an angry orgasm, then pulled out of her with blinding speed.

Taylor was next, long legs crossed and high, peachy ass on display all for me. I took her legs in my arms first, lined up my dripping cock, and pushed into her with no resistance.

"Yes! Yes... yesuuhhhh get in that buuuuttttt..." Taylor moaned, her tongue slipping out of her mouth. I was somehow balls deep on the first stroke and smooth as butter on the pullback. The thick trail of oil that coated my cock and literally flew out of her asshole had me shoot an appreciative glance towards Cara.

Cara smirked back, nearly fisting her pussy as creamy wetness shrouded her hands. Taylor had both hands digging into the carpet as she cried out through gritted teeth. No pun intended, but I wanted to hear the other singer... well, sing. I reached down and yanked Taylor up by her sandy blonde ponytail.

"Ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Harder!" Taylor bellowed.

I did exactly that, crashing down hard into her ass, turning that tall, womanly frame into a mess of flushed skin and screams. The impact of my pelvis slamming against her ass was head-spinningly loud. It was all getting to be a bit much. Until:

"Cumming! Fuck! Don't stop! I'M CUMMING!" Taylor roared and her pussy sprayed like a shotgun blast against the carpet. Much like Dafne, I pulled out the moment Taylor's snug asshole gave me just the briefest reprieve.

"C'mere. Gimme, gimme, gimme." Dua said before I could get situated above her. She teased me, shaking her ass and reaching back to spread her dripping wet rosebud. I lined up, gripped the base of my oil-slick cock, and pressed right in.

"Yeaaaah... Goodness... that cock in my arse, it's like I'm-- oh fuck... so full..." Dua sobbed when my balls met her pussy. I fucked her nice and slow, appreciating the warmth and tightness, but I also knew I had no choice.

"Fuck my arse... fuck my arse... fuck it..." Dua pleaded with every silky clap of oily flesh. Compared to the wild pace I'd given to the other girls, driving myself in Dua's ass felt like lovemaking. Far from it, of course, but still similar.

"Maaaaake me fuhhh... cummm..." Dua moaned as I pressed myself all the way inside of her and stayed there. She let out a strangled gasp as her orgasm passed through her, then took a deep, shaky breath when I exited her.

"My turn! My turn!" Hailee said with glee as I slowly lined up behind her. She'd already had her middle finger teasing her ass. I mounted her and dug in deep.

"Heeee! Augh!" Hailee yelped as I heaved my hips into her athletic ass, slipping and sliding like a wild man in her bum. Hailee seemed to cum immediately, as though the anticipation had her so amped she couldn't hold back. I fucked her through it, with a coating of cream from her pussy layering against my swinging, aching sack.

Hailee came so hard she tensed up, which made her ass literally clamp around me. Once again I had to slow down to avoid bursting too early. But at the same time, we hadn't decided on who or where I'd be finishing. I knew if I stayed inside Hailee any longer, I wouldn't have a choice.

I slinked my cock out of her ass, but when I caught both Ana and Samara's sinful eyes on me, I had no idea if I could last. I picked Samara first, especially after seeing her lick her lips with an expectant glance. As though I hadn't given her enough. I smacked her on the ass, so hard and loud it made Cara jump out of her masturbatory stupor.

"Mmmm, feeling big?" Samara spat.

"You feeling lucky?" I growled down at her.

"Let's find out." She said and shifted her hips like she was trying to make her ass shrug. I gave her left cheek a hard spank and hurriedly forced myself into her inviting asshole. It felt like her mind and body were in sync as she was the only one whose ass put up a fight.

"Get in there, Guy. Fuck my dirty shitbox. Fuck it like a p--AUGH!" Samara was cut off by me giving her exactly what she wanted. I placed my hands on her shoulders to press her into the carpet and railed her like a piece of fuckmeat. My lower body was absolutely blanketed by droplets of oil and sweat, and my hips were burning at the rate I was going.

Ana stared up at me with an almost shocked look in her eyes. Like I'd been possessed by a demon only concerned with ass fucking nympho Australian women. I knew Samara came, and came, and came again, but that didn't stop me. I wanted to fuck every last bit of energy out of her all in one go.

My heart was hammering in my chest, my knees and hips were on fire, and there was so much lube and tunneling speed around my cock I could hardly feel it. Samara broke beneath me, muttering and screeching into the now soaked carpet. She was a trembling mess, her asshole was almost comically gaped, and my orgasm was finally sneaking up on me.

I pulled out of Samara like I was unsheathing a sword, my cock hard as steel and dripping wet. Ana blew me a kiss as I moved in, and I brushed a wild strand of hair from her eyes. Then I pushed right into her bum, sinking myself deep into her dark tunnel. She let out a moan of familiarity and ecstasy as I fucked her nice and smooth.

Our rhythm was perfect, or at least as perfect as you can get when you're both on the edge of an explosive orgasm. Ana worked her hips back and moaned through pretty, pursed lips, hissing and groaning as my taxed cock worked her moist hole.

"I'm gonna cum..." I huffed. "Ana..."

"Mmmhmmm..." Ana beamed and rolled her hips, massaging my begging, slippery wet cock until I couldn't take it anymore. I dug my hands into her waist, squeezed my eyes shut, and exploded. Thick white ropes spilled into her rectum. Ana let out a yelp, then cut herself off.

I looked down to check on her. She trembled, then she squirted. A burst of hot fluid sprayed from her pussy, splattering everything nearby and forcing another three or four spurts to escape my strangled dick. I had to hold onto her body to keep myself tethered to reality.

I was going lightheaded, licking my dry lips and feeling like every single sensation that could be felt was only going through my penis. The last thing I remembered was falling out of Ana's ass, the obscene push sound that followed, then I was on my back.

*

I woke up in bed, naked and aching from exertion. I looked around. We were in our room in the manor. Wooden walls, green carpeting, and a TV that felt profoundly out of place. Ana was walking around in a fitted deep wine-colored dress, fumbling with the remote, her hair tied into a low ponytail.

"Did I..." I started and cleared my throat. "Was I dragged back here?"

"Sort of," Ana said, climbing into bed and smiling down at me. "We stood you up. You aren't very heavy on an empty stomach."

"All of you did?"

"Samara didn't; she said she was too tired."

I smiled to myself. Just the smallest celebration of a win.

"You okay?" Ana asked.

"I'm good," I said. "Could use some water."

I sniffed myself. "And a shower."

"Well, I--"

Ana stopped talking. I heard footsteps. Then a slip of paper slid under the door.

"Should I get that or...?" I asked.

"Can you walk?" Ana asked as she glanced at the floor.

I sighed and squirmed my way out of bed. "Fuck. I'm getting old."

Ana chuckled to herself as I pushed past her. The note had my name on it.

'Tennerman.'

Shit.

I bent over and picked it up. A small piece of blank card stock. I flipped it over.

'Come to the cottage. Please.'

I stared at it for a while.

"Ana," I started.

"Yeah?" Ana said, gently placing a hand around my bare waist.

"What time do we leave tomorrow?"

"Eleven."

"Could we uh... maybe just get to the airport early? Before the whole--"

Ana cut me off. "Jason. Go ahead."

I stared down at her. Taking in her face.

"Do you think I'm not going to let you go? She wants to see you." Ana said.

"It's not that it's... I uh... it's cold is all. I don't know if I want to get you sick--"

Ana cut me off again with a kiss. "Get dressed. Go."

She gave me a look. That look that told me she had her mind made up.

*

I got dressed in simple pajama pants, a white tee, beat-up backup sneakers from Ana's suitcase, and a light, black puffer coat. The manor was still glamorous and still smelled of excess even while empty, but the outdoors were totally different. Silent, illuminated by moonlight, the stars, and a gentle breeze.

I made my way up the hill with my hands in my pockets. The closer I got to the cottage, the more I debated turning around. Lying to Ana, saying Anya was asleep or that she just wanted to give me a hug. I ran at least twelve scenarios in my head, but I kept moving forward.

I reached the cottage. I reached up to knock at the door and hesitated.

Another scenario. Then I knocked.

The door opened with a click, and Anya stood in front of me. She was decidedly dressed down, with no makeup on her face and a simple brown satin dress that ended at her ankles. The only thing glamorous on her was that ring. Her ring.

"Hey," I said.

Anya smiled. "Come in. It's cold."

I entered and closed the door behind me. My head whipped to every corner of the room, expecting someone else.

"Just me. G didn't want to sleep in here. Says there are ghosts." Anya said as she smoothed her blonde hair behind her ears and took a seat at the table.

The fireplace roared in the corner. The wooden dining table had a bottle of red wine and two glasses on it. It was warm enough that I started to remove my coat.

"Anywhere's fine?"

"Yup," Anya said as she poured herself a glass. I placed my coat on the coat rack by the door, then took a seat.

We were facing each other. Anya filled the other glass and carefully slid it across the table.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," Anya said before leaning back and taking a small sip.

We stayed quiet for a while. I didn't take a single look at my glass. I just kept looking at her.

"Congratulations." I finally said.

"Oh," Anya's eyes widened slightly. "Thank you."

The fireplace crackled. Wind whipped outside.

"So... you, uh, worked your carrier pigeon trick. Why am I here?"

"I just wanted to see you."

"You've seen me. Can I get back to the big Ritz house now?"

"Why do you want to leave so bad?"

I stood up. "Because it happened. I saw it happen. You got married. For real this time. So that's that. I mean, what do you want me to say? Oh no please don't do this? Run away with me in these mountains? Forget Ana and all this and let's live together forever?"

Anya said nothing as she rose out of her chair. Her eyes scanned over my body, but never met my face.

"Hm," she started to laugh. "For real, this time is funny."

"I don't..." I trailed off as Anya slowly walked towards me, her bare feet making the wooden floor creak. She reached out and grabbed my arm with her ringed hand. Then she finally looked up.

"Are we bad people?" She whispered.

"... That's not... I don't know how to answer that."

She smoothed both hands up my body until her arms were wrapped around my neck.

"Tennerman." She smiled. "Answer me."

"Yeah." I swallowed hard. "We are."

Anya pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed her back. From there, things became a blur. I was pushed backward until my back hit the wall with a rattling thud. I placed my hands around her waist, then greedily groped her ass through the fabric of her dress, pretending like I needed something to hold onto.

But Anya sank to her knees the moment I'd sunk my fingers into her. She skimmed her nails down to the waistband of my pants and took them with her on the drop. My cock swung out between my legs and nearly smacked her on the bridge of her nose. She stared up at me, then pressed her lips against the head.

My entire body twitched at the sensation. She cracked a sinful smile at my reaction, then licked a small stripe over my bubbling dicktip.

"You've been busy," Anya whispered, still smiling.

I nodded. It was all I could do. Despite seeing her like this plenty of times before, this moment in particular had me in a tailspin. Anya parted her lips and took me all the way into her mouth. Every single inch of my cock was lodged deep into her throat with her lips pressed firmly against my pelvis.

We were both trembling as though I was putting in any effort. I was so hard inside her hot walls it was like the orgasms earlier in the night didn't even happen. She stayed eerily still with just the smallest flutter in her body until she brought her delicate hands to my wrists.

Anya coiled her fingers around my skin and gently guided my quivering palms to the back of her head. I took a deep breath as she dropped her hands between her legs, squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her head. Long strands of bubbly white spit escaped her talented lips, staining the dark fabric of her top and sticking to her ghostly pale skin.

After several seconds of her gurgling and humming around me, she tapped my leg. I let go of the back of her head with slight hesitation. Anya slid my cock free of her mouth and grinned up at me, her face lightly flushed and her lips already swollen.

"C'mon," Anya purred as she brought a hand up to tease my sack. "Fuck my face."

I laughed. Or at least I thought I did; it sounded more like a choked gasp. I reached down again and curled her hair into makeshift dual ponytails, much to her grinning delight. She parted her spit-soaked lips with an 'aaah,' and I dug my cock right in.

Tip to base slammed into her throat. In and out like a machine, with my balls steadily smacking against her dripping wet chin. I felt a rumble from Anya's throat that sent vibrations all throughout my body every time I bottomed out. She'd gone limp on the floor with her arms dangling, fully allowing me to deep dick her face just the way she asked.

Long tendrils of spit were falling from her plugged mouth and smacking against the hardwood floor. Her throat was making rough, violent gagging sounds, her eyes were watering, and the top of her dress was already soaked with spit. I didn't stop. I didn't even know if she'd be able to ask me to stop. I just kept humping and humping away until I felt the all-too-familiar churning of my balls.

"Close," I growled, barely audible over the sound of my powerful thrusts.

Anya brought what I thought was a dead arm up and smacked me hard on my thigh. I yanked her head back by the roots of her hair and a loud, guttural gag cracked off in the air like a gunshot. So much spit flew from her quivering lips it looked like she was vomiting. She quickly latched both hands around my soaked shaft and stroked so fast her hands turned to wild blurs.

"Fuck! Anya!" I shouted and lost my footing as she stroked the life out of me. I came hard, with fast, powerful ropes escaping my tip and crashing against her beautiful face. She gasped in delight with her eyes closed as my load battered her slick, porcelain skin while she continued working her hands. She stroked out so much cum the mess pooled on her face, her palms, and ran down her wrists.

When I was finally finished, everything went quiet. I was still huffing and puffing while Anya guided my blanket of cum into her mouth with her fingers. She wiped some from her eyelids, scooped the mess into her mouth, and smiled up at me.

"You're not done." She spat when she noticed I didn't return the smile. She scrambled to her feet and slipped her dress up and over her head, revealing her pale, svelte, flawless body. She stared at me with a fire in her eyes that had me speechless. But not frozen. I yanked my shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes so far that they scattered across the floor, and nearly tripped myself stepping out of my pants.

Anya hiked herself up on the table and spread her legs wide. The wine glasses tumbled to the floor with a loud, ignored crash. I moved in on her with blitzing speed, spurred on by the sight and smell of her dripping, aching pussy. I growled through gritted teeth when I got my hands on her, but she cut off my eagerness with a hungry kiss.

"How do you want me?" Anya asked, rushed and breathless.

"What do you want?"

"If I..." Anya cut herself off with a grin. "Take my pussy."

Before I could fully register what she said, she quickly flipped herself around on the table until she was on all fours right in front of me. A perfect view of her delectable pussy and her asshole. I bent down slightly, clasped my fingers around her waist, and moved in with my tongue splayed. The flat of my tongue hit her fat, soaked pussy, and Anya sounded like she shattered.

I immediately started licking up and down with long, thick stripes travelling from the middle of her pussy up to her little winking asshole. The light salty taste, the combination of her wetness and the tease of her bum, had me addicted.

I licked and licked until the space between her holes was a slick, numb glide. I pulled back, licked my lips, and quickly lined my cock up with her entrance.

"How bad do you want this?" I growled down at her. I spat in my palm and brought my hand down to my cock to stroke it.

"So fucking bad." Anya moaned.

I pushed my cock right inside of her. We both groaned, loud and unashamed. Her pussy swallowed me up. All the way in on one stroke. I collapsed on her with my hands gliding over her silky smooth frame until my palms found her tits.

I fucked her deep, hard, and ragged while my hands squeezed the life out of her breasts. My lips were firm against the back of her neck, all my moans going right into her ear. She was trembling under me, squirming and moaning so softly I thought she was weeping.

I kissed the back of her neck. I kissed her hair. I dug my dick in deeper, balls deep until the legs of the table were creaking. I closed my eyes and kept moaning into her smooth skin, and then I licked along the back of her neck until I reached the back of her ear.

We fucked like animals, grunting and desperate. Then Anya came with a gasp right out of a horror movie, awkwardly rubbing her face against the tablecloth while her body shook like she was being electrocuted. Her bare feet thwacked against the floor, her back rubbed against my body, and her face twisted into an eyes-closed, mouth-wide grimace.

I moved a hand off her left breast and down between her legs as best I could. The surfaces of my index, middle, and ring fingers met her clit. Another gasp from her and then:

"aaaaUUUUAGH!"

I sank my teeth into her skin and held her close, fighting against the damp, tight suction of her folds. We stayed that way for a while, still and shaking and breathless until her orgasm passed.

"Let me..." Anya started, her voice meek and raspy. "G--Get off."

For a moment I thought she was done. I thought regret had crossed her mind as I peeled myself off of her and pulled my cock out of her. Anya stayed still for a while and then raised her arms until her palms were flat against the table. She raised herself up with a dancer's grace until her feet hit the floor and then she turned with a spin.

"On the chair." She said, nodding towards the one I'd already sat in. I did as I was told, plopping my bare ass onto the polished wood. Anya immediately straddled me, digging her right hand into my scalp and guiding my throbbing cock into her pussy with her left.

"Aaahh-- f-f-f--fuuuck..." Anya murmured from deep in her throat as she slowly sank and settled atop me. I reached out to put my hands on her. She swatted them away, kissed me, then pulled back to dig her nails into my shoulders.

"Don't..." She took a deep breath. "Don't move. I want you to come. And I want you to know I made you come."

I nodded, just barely. Then she started to bounce. Her folds gushed, tugged, and slathered my shaft with every up-and-down motion she gave. Sweat bounded down her willowy body, her pert breasts bounced wildly, her ribs were flared, her breathing was ragged, her moans were tumbling out of her mouth like she couldn't control them.

I stared, awestruck as though it was our first time. Like I'd never seen her this way. I felt myself going limp, panting and blinking sweat from my eyes as her nails were like talons in my skin. She was furiously fucking me into the chair with her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, almost like she was throwing up a silent prayer.

I couldn't hold out for much longer. She flicked her eyes open and immediately launched herself forward, nuzzling me right between my jaw and collarbone and wrapping her arms around my neck. The creaking of the chair and our sloppy parts snacking together somehow didn't block out her words.

"Give me every last drop, Tennerman. Right now. It's mine." Anya gasped, her pussy tightening around me.

Be it stubbornness or annoyance at knowing this was it, I held out. I felt a lump in my throat. I felt her smile against my slick, sweaty skin. She stopped bouncing and leaned back. She cupped my face, raised her hips until just the tip of my cock was nestled between her pussy lips, then she sank down again.

Like magic, I came. I came with a gasp, with my heart hammering in my chest. The ropes came out the same way the words did, wild and rushed but not uncertain.

"I love you," I said.

Anya's breathing slowed. She stared down at me and tightened the grip she had on my jaw. Her face, unreadable and flushed, scared me. She leaned in, opened her mouth to speak, and then closed her lips.

Anya planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes. We stayed silent for what felt like hours, her lips resting gently on my skin. The pounding had slowed, ours and my own chest. I wasn't sure if I was blanketed in shame, comfort, or the literal stench of sex. Or maybe all three.

I felt Anya move her head.

"Sun's rising." She croaked.

I didn't say anything.

"Just barely," she added before climbing off of me. I opened my eyes. She wiped a thick sheen of sweat off her brow and got redressed.

"Do you..." I started as my eyes scanned the room. "You need help with the glass?"

"I'm alright," Anya said.

I got redressed slowly. She watched me the entire time. Then she walked to the door when I was done.

"I take it we keep that--this a secret?" I said.

Anya smiled. "Of course."

We stared at each other for a while.

"Goodbye, Jason," Anya said before opening the door.

Before I could turn, she wrapped me up in a hug.

"Careful going home," I whispered.

"You too. You and Ana. Give her my best wishes."

"I will," I said.

She broke the hug, and I was off. As I slowly walked down the hill, I looked back. The door was closed.

*

When I got back to our room, Ana was clipping her toenails and eating a cup of green Jell-O in bed. She smiled when she saw me. The cold on my hands and face seemed to completely disappear.

"Hey," Ana patted the side of the bed. I removed my coat and sat next to her.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Go ahead."

"Will you marry me?"

Ana chuckled. "You already proposed to me."

"No, legit," I said, turning to face her. "We get back home and I get you a ring. Will you take it?"

Ana's face dipped for just a moment. A look of disbelief and apprehension made my heart jump for just a moment.

"Yes." Ana finally said. "I would love to."

"Then... let's do it."

Ana beamed and kissed me. "You should shower first."

For the first time in a while, I could finally take a breath.