Future of Porn

Sitting in the open topped roadster, as Clara skilfully piloted it around the twisty curves of Chapman’s Peak, was exhilarating. The silver Mercedes SL effortlessly glided down the tarmac, with towering rock face on the one side, and glittering Atlantic ocean on the other. It was late afternoon, and the sun was getting low, bathing everything in a warm, crimson glow. I felt like a celebrity in a music video.

I looked over at Clara. The wind was ruffling her hair around her beautiful face as we entered Camps Bay. She had a slight smile on her face, as if she were anticipating something. She must have felt my gaze on her lips as she turned to look at me. She gripped my upper leg and shook it shouting “Aren’t you excited!?” I smiled back at her, nodding in confirmation.

Camps Bay was awash in the glow of trendy street cafes, the setting sun and gorgeous people. We drove past a pair of boys while we were trying to find a parking spot. The sight of 2 young girls in the sleek Merc, with perky, wind chilled nipples straining against our blouses must have been a treat for them. I saw them looking back as they continued walking by, mumbling something to each other and laughing, as guys usually do. I still felt the warm glow of power, knowing that those guys were really only interested in getting between our legs. Clara and I looked at each other and smiled. We were both thinking the same thing of course. I took a deep breath and the ocean air filled my lungs. It was warm and soft. God I felt great.

We finally found a parking space, put the roof up and got out. We walked past a few restaurants before we picked one with a balcony overlooking Camps Bay beach. I was starving. All the sexual tension earlier that day had really taken it’s toll. We were shown to our table by a shy young waiter. He said his name was Eric and he’d be our waiter for the evening. He was very cute and looked quite naive, but that was judging a book by its cover. My experience has taught me that the quiet ones are the ones to watch out for.

We ordered a bottle of white wine and wasted no time in emptying our first glass. I needed something to take the edge off. I was feeling great, but I was also feeling somewhat shaky. I don’t know if it was because I was hungry, or the feeling of power corrupting me in front of our young waiter. He brought our menus to the table and asked if we were interested in hearing the day’s specials. We kindly permitted him to continue, and he began rattling on about this and that. Clara was leaning back in her chair, looking at me with a cheeky smirk on her face, when I noticed how tightly her blouse was stretched across her breasts. Her nipples were like needles, trying to push their way through the flimsy fabric, clearly showing her dark areolas beneath. I could hear Eric skip a few words, as he tried not to let Clara’s perky antenna distract him from his task. I knew what she was doing. The bitch was such a tease. She was going to try and humiliate this poor guy and make him work for every penny of his tip. Well if she thought she was going to get away with it alone, she was mistaken. She was in for some competition. Our waiter left our table, allowing us to make up our minds before taking our order.

“Did you see that little pervert?” Clara asked, smiling innocently. “Staring at my tits instead of doing his job. I could practically feel his tongue working it’s way down my top.” she smirked.

“Hey, don’t flatter yourself too much. Two can play that game.” I said.

The wine was starting to loosen my jitters somewhat. Especially on an empty stomach. I decided to do some teasing of my own in my low cut blouse. I wasn’t going to let Clara steal the show. Eric arrived back, with notepad in hand, waiting to take our orders. I looked at the menu, and pointed at a particularly sophisticated sounding French dish, leaning quite far forward in the process, allowing the front of my already low cut top to fall open. I knew my now throbbing nipples were visible, because I could feel the cold air from the airconditioning pouring down my front, making them even stiffer.

“What is that?” I asked him.

“Er, what exactly ma’am?” he muttered.

“This delightful sounding dish over here.” I cooed, pointing closely at the menu.

The writing was very small, and Eric was obligated to lean closer for a better look. I glanced down at my blouse, and was quite shocked to see exactly how wide open the front of my blouse actually was. I could see both of my nipples as my breasts hung freely in the cool air. Eric continued to mutter this and that. I wasn’t paying much attention to his explanations though. I glanced at Clara. She was trying very hard not to look like she knew what was going on, but she was grinning, biting her bottom lip, glaring at me. She loved it.

“Um, that’sss a mushroom fillet, sauteed in red wine, smothered in ….a creamy white sauce blah blah .” he mumbled on.

I got the distinct impression that Eric was trying to stall for time. He was talking very slowly, and incoherently, like someone trying to do two things at once. I quickly glanced up, to see his eyes quickly flicking back to the menu. He gave a little cough, and turned a very definite shade of pink. He was busted!

The little pervert was trying to soak in as much viewtime of my very puffy and voluptuously swollen aeriolas and nipples as he possibly could, before the opportunity was gone. He would then more than likely retrieve the “footage” from his twisted memory archives and use it to stroke his rapidly stiffening penis to orgasmic oblivion, before shooting a wad of cum onto the duvet, where it would dry into thin air, along with the memory of my gorgeous swollen nipples.

“I’ll just have the juicy fillet with the creamy sauce please.” I whispered into his ear.

He was still leaning over very close to me, after that little translation exercise. He realised his monumental intrusion on my private space, and stood upright, avoiding eye contact with me.

“And how would you like that fillet done ma’am?” he asked with his pencil in hand, ready to scribble my meat preference onto the notepad.

“Medium rare please. I like my steak to be somewhat tender.” I grinned.

“And you ma’am, what can I get you?” he asked Clara.

“I’ll have the same Eric.” she blurted.

“And how would you like that done?” he asked cautiously.

“I’ll have it medium.” she said, looking at him with one eyebrow lifted high.

“Thank you. I’ll have your order prepared immediately.” he mumbled quickly, before turning round and walking off towards the kitchen.

“Shame Clara. Wasn’t that a bit harsh?” I asked.

” Watch and learn my darling.” she smirked.

“Ooh, I know that tone of voice.” I said, looking at her with an evil glint in my eye.

Clara was quite a master when it came to manipulating the clay of the male mind. She could sculpt most guys into doing just about anything she wanted. I was not about to question her tactics, although her somewhat aggressive attitude towards Eric the waiter was quite surprising.

“The thing with guys is that they always want to get between the legs of a woman they can’t have. Unobtainable women are seen to be more successful, and that drives guys nuts. They want to fuck us just to prove a point.” she explained. “Plus it’s a great story to tell their mates later.” she smiled, raising her glass to me.

I raised my glass too, and we toasted.

“To guys. May they always be soft in our hands, and hard between our legs.” we cheered, and winked at each other.

Our food arrived, skillfully carried by Eric. He was juggling the two hot plates, extra wine that we had ordered and a corkscrew, while quickly trotting in between the other tables, on his way to ours.

“There you go ma’am.” he smiled as he positioned our plates in front of us. “Bon appetit”

I could see him looking briefly down my blouse before turning his attention to the cork in the new wine bottle. I pretended to reach for my wine glass, and deliberately knocked my knife off the table, making it crash to the tiled floor. I acted surprised and quickly posed myself forward in the chair, legs spread, ready to lean down and pick up the dropped item, but Eric beat me to it. He was down on the ground, with a perfect view up along my spread thighs, to the lacy g-string panties covering my somewhat moist lips.

He slowly stood up, letting his gaze linger a bit longer on my long thighs, before rushing to the kitchen to fetch a new set of utensils.

“Oh very clever.” Clara laughed, raising her glass.” We’ll make a vamp out of you yet.”

“Thank you milady.” I smiled “I am being instructed by the best.” I said as I winked at her again. ” Do you know that I could actually feel his gaze, slithering up my thighs while he was down there getting that utensil. It felt warm, like warm water slowly washing over my clit.” I said.

“And did you get that tingling feeling in your stomach?” asked Clara, “like someone gently blowing on your skin?”

“Yes I did.” I answered.

“That’s your clitoris telling you that you have his balls in the palm of your hand.” she smiled, before putting a slice of cucumber between her teeth and snipping it in two.

Eric returned with the clean utensils and apologised for the inconvenience. With the occasional visit to check if we needed anything, he kept quite a low profile. When he did come over to our table, Clara and I made sure to display enough thigh and nipple to keep him interested. The night was progressing beautifully, and I was getting less inhibited with each sip of my wine.

We finally finished our meals and leaned back, allowing Eric to clear the table. He took several liberties peeking up my skirt or peering down my blouse. I made little attempt to stop him. He was feeding my appetite for dessert and Clara was about to order for me…

“Eric!” snarled Clara. “What time does your shift end?”

“Pardon? My shift?” he asked, confusedly.

” Yes. What time are you free to join us for a drink? The least you could do is make it up to my friend here for being so clumsy!” she blurted

I looked confused!! What was she doing?

“At….at eight pm. In about fifteen minutes.” he said, not quite sure if it was the right thing or not.

“Good, then you’ll meet us in the lounge next door!” she said. It was more of an order than a request. Her German heritage wasn’t about to leave her anytime soon!

“O…okay.” He mumbled.

“What are you doing??” I shouted as quietly as I could.

“Welcome to Cape Town my darling.” Clara smiled and closed her eyes, blowing me a kiss.

We got up from our seats after settling our check, and slinked over to the lounge in the pub adjoining the restaurant. We sat down at one of the tables. Despite several glasses of wine, I was feeling quite nervous, as I had no idea what Clara was up to. It wasn’t long before Eric arrived as instructed. I had no idea what was going on in this poor boy’s head, but Clara obviously did, and before he even had a chance to say “Hi”, she got up from the table and put her arm through Eric’s, like an elegant lady would do with her gentleman.

“Let’s go for a drive.” Clara smiled, and took me by the hand.

We walked out to the SL which was parked just up the road from the restaurant. The sun had already set but the air was still as warm and humid as earlier that afternoon. Clara opened the car, and gestured to Eric to sit in the back. All this time, he hadn’t even spoken a word. Clara gave me the keys, and suggested we drive home. I opened up the roof, allowing the balmy air to wash over us while we slowly pulled off towards Lundudno.

“So Eric. You were stealing quite a few glances down my friend’s blouse here.” she said.” Care to explain yourself?”

Eric looked shocked, like a deer caught in the headlights. “uurrrrrrrr?????” he managed to groan.

“Did you like what you saw? asked Clara. Her voice was now a lot softer, and more relaxed. ” Do you think Candice has pretty nipples?”

The boy looked absolutely stunned. The look on his face was between a smile and a look of utter amazement.

“They’re gorgeous.” he managed to speak, glancing at my eyes in the rear view mirror. I winked at him and smiled.

Clara climbed over the seat to get in the back with Eric. SL’s aren’t renowned for their rear passenger space, so she landed in his lap, with her legs stretched out along the rest of the back seat. She put her one arm around his neck, and looked settled for the evening. She undid the top two buttons of her blouse, and pulled the fabric away from her breast, giving the boy his first, close up look of her uncovered nipple. He looked like a kid that had just opened a present.

“Are they as pretty as my nipples Eric?” Clara questioned the boy. ” Are they as pink, as tender, as beautiful as my nipples?”

She slid her hand up below her breast, pushing the soft skin up and making it swell up to Eric’s mouth. I could see his eyes exploring her perky nipple with great interest and his chest was heaving heavily as he lowered his head to take Clara’s nipple in his mouth. His lips pouted furiously around the swollen bud, making succulent sucking sounds as he explored and tasted her aroused nipple. She looked at me in the rear view mirror, licking her top lip and biting her tongue before closing her eyes and leaning her head back, letting her slave boy have his way with her aching nipple in his mouth.

God, I was getting so horny looking at the two of them through the mirror. I squeezed my left breast, sliding my fingers to a point along my incredibly swollen areola and nipple. God it felt electric. I was giving myself little shocks each time my fingers caressed the tip of my nipple. I moved my hand down between my thighs, exploring the moist crease in my soaked panties. They were only obscuring my access to my pussy, so I started to slide them off, one ass cheek at a time. After swerving quite severely several times, I managed to get my panties off completely. I threw them directly behind me onto Clara’s lap. With her nipple still firmly lodged in Eric’s mouth, she took my panties and scrunched them up to her nose, inhaling deeply, smelling the scent of my wet and hungry pussy.

Eric’s hand had worked its way into her shorts by now, and I could see the rythmic pumping of his hand push against the material as he probed her inner folds with his fingers. Clara proceeded to yank her shorts off, letting them slide down her curvaceous legs, and drop onto the floor of the car. She spread her legs wider, putting her one foot on my seat’s headrest, giving Eric more room to manouvre his nimble fingers in and out of her delicious vagina. I could see his thumb pressing on the front of her pubic mound as his other fingers worked their magic. She moaned and squirmed like a dancer as she felt two of his fingers forcing their way ever deeper up inside her slippery pussy. She again looked at me briefly before pulling her nipple from Eric’s relentless lips. She got up slightly, turned around and positioned herself with her ass on Eric’s chest. She then leaned back, lowering her head between the two front seats, looking at me with wicked eyes. She then wrapped her tanned thighs around Eric’s face, pulling it in towards her pussy. I saw his tongue shoot out of his mouth just before it disappeared into her velvet folds. His probing tongue pushed her soft labia lips up and down in a rythmic, circular wave. He was in her really deeply. His nose was buried deep in her pubic hair, inhaling her musky scent, tasting her sharp, silky juices. Occasionally I could hear her high heels banging on the trunk lid of the car as an electric spasm ripped through her lithe, tight body. Her body was rocking back and forth. She was grinding her pussy into his face quite furiously, gyrating her hips in wide circles over his merciless tongue. She tightly gripped each breast in her hands, squeezing them tightly and pulling her nipples as far as she could stand it. Her eyes were rolled back, and her teeth were clenched tightly. She let out a deep groan that grew louder and louder, until she screamed “yyyyyyyyyyyyyyessSSSSSSS! oooohhhhhh god! yesssss.” She had tears in her eyes, and her body went limp, as the warm waves of orgasm washed over her body, spasming occasionally, as the unspent energy coursed through her nervous system, arching her back, and jolting her body uncontrollably.

I had by this time taken my blouse off and dropped it on the passenger seat, freeing my ample, firm breasts to the ocean air swirling in the cockpit of the car. My nipples and aeriolas were so engorged and swollen that they were painful. My pale breasts were capped by what looked like thick pink marshmallows, with a red cherry on the end of them. It felt like they would pop at any second. This entire experience was feeling so surreal and exciting. I was driving this expensive Mercedes, stark naked with the wind blowing through my hair, and Clara now blowing the waiter in the back seat!

We pulled up to the electric gates of the house, and drove down the driveway, stopping in front of the doors to the garage. I switched off the engine and turned around, looking at Clara taking Eric’s penis deep into her throat. It was hard to tell how big his dick was because she never let it out of her mouth. She had her hand wrapped around his balls, squeezing them gently. They were quite big, and looked heavy as the skin folded around her fingers.

“You guys are having all the fun.” I said.

Eric looked at me and smiled with a look of great content on his face. Clara finally came up for air, allowing me the first glimpse of Eric’s thick, veiny cock. It was average length, but very thick. His shaft was glistening from Clara’s saliva drooling all over it. The bulbous purple head bobbed up and down as he tensed his thick dick every now and then. I looked back up at Eric and saw him grinning at me through slitted eyes. I was unconciously massaging my tender, swollen breasts with both hands while I was ogling his gorgeous penis. I was longing for it to make it’s way up inside me and satisfy my hungry lust for a big cock.

I got out the car and took Eric and Clara by the hands. They got out aswell, and we walked across to the pool area. I was so devastatingly horny that I couldn’t even be bothered getting upstairs to a bedroom. I sat down on one of the loungers and pulled Eric towards me. He seemed to instictively know what to do, as I lay back with my hands above my head on the headrest, and my legs spread wide open in front of him. He kneeled in front of me and took off his shirt, which is all the clothing he had left after Clara had got hold of him. He dropped his shirt to the ground and we stared at each other for a while. His erect penis towering out in front of him. He gently stroked his shaft, back and forth, as his eyes hovered over every inch of my erotic body. I felt his gaze wash over my pink, glisteningly tense nipples, the curves of my pale, full breasts, the curves of my waist and down to the mystical beauty of my swollen pussy lips as I quietly lay completely naked, in front of him. I lay their in front of him with my long legs, my warm thighs, spread wide open. The most private and sensitive part of my body, was on total, unobscured display to the boy who had served us dinner about an hour earlier. I loved the feeling of seeing him stroking his penis while he perved at my body. I was turning him on with my swollen nipples, my curvaceous, creamy thighs, my dark, hungry pussy, all begging him to penetrate me deeply, pumping his thick love muscle into my inviting body. Clara slipped back from the house, and quietly sat down next to me. She placed her hand on the inside of my thigh, and gently stroked my skin, down to my incredibly wet and swollen labia. Her fingertips gently brushed against my protruding clit. She sank a finger into my slit, and slowly ran it down, between my lips, to the entrance of my pulsating vagina, where she changed course and slipped inside me. Ohhhhh it felt soooooo beauuuuuuuutiffffuuuullllllllllllllllll. “Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yyyyyyyyeessssssssssssssssssss” I whispered gently, all this time, looking into Eric’s eyes. All this time, letting this relative stranger, stare at my naked, beautiful, sacred body. I was on complete display, to him. I had totally surrendered to his eyes. My gorgeous, voluptuous breasts, were completely open to his gaze, his touch, whatever he wanted.

“A novelist,” Angelique quipped.

“Are you any good?” he asked.

“I think so.”

“Have you written anything?”

“She writes love poems,” Brittany said in a deadpan voice.

Delvin’s face lit up. “I’d like to read some of your stuff sometime,” he said. “If I like your work, maybe we could collaborate on a few songs. I’m good with music, but I hate writing lyrics.”

“I’d like that,” I replied.

During the course of the conversation, Delvin discovered that Megan wanted to be a clothes designer and Brittany wanted to go into modeling. When it came time for Angelique to confess her desires, she just laughed.

“I don’t have to work,” she said proudly. “My father’s a duke!”

“Stop showing off, Angelique,” I said, “and answer the question.”

She lowered her head and thought for a moment.

“You know what?” she began. “I would like to be the head of a major corporation and tell people what to do all day long.”

“That’s what you do now!” Brittany said.

“Yeah,” Megan agreed. “Boss bitch!”

“I can’t help it,” my cousin replied, indifferent to their complaints. “I like to be in charge.”

Delvin laughed. “Okay, so here’s what we’ve got.”

He leaned back in his chair and tucked his feet underneath him, letting the joint fall into the ashtray.

“Angelique—the corporate CEO,” he began. “Megan—the fashion designer; Brittany—the supermodel; and Holly—the novelist.”

He lifted up his glass of soda and held it out toward us.

“Here’s to you ladies,” he said. “May all your dreams come true!”

We joined him in his impromptu toast and then lit up some joints. I couldn’t help but notice that despite Devlin’s interest in Angelique’s magnificent legs, he kept sneaking glances at Megan, now that she had loosened up a bit and showed a little aggressiveness. I know Angelique noticed this too, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Eventually the talk returned to the subject of sex. We asked him what kinds of girls he liked the most, what his favorite form of sex was, and how often he masturbated.

“I like all kinds of girls,” he admitted, “as long as they’re nice people. And I love blowjobs. A woman who can give a great blowjob can have anything she wants from me.”

This admission seemed to interest Megan.

“Why do guys like blowjobs so much?” she asked as she took a drag.

“I don’t know about “all “guys, but I like them because it feels so fucking great to have my cock in a hot babe’s mouth. There’s nothing like it.”

He then asked if any one of us had ever given a guy a blowjob. We all shook our heads except for Brittany, who admitted that she had done it on one occasion.

“These guys have heard this story before,” she said with a nod to us, “but I think you might like it.”

“Go right ahead girl, I’m listening,” Delvin said with a smile.

“Well, a few months ago when my boyfriend and I were flying to Las Vegas, he asked me to give him a blowjob. It was late at night and everyone was asleep, so I asked the stewardess to bring us a blanket. I had never given a guy a blowjob before, but I was feeling really horny and I wanted to make him happy so I did it.”

“Keep going,” Delvin said.

“He was pretty big,” she continued. “Not as big as you, but big enough. Pretty soon he starts moaning, and I mean “loud”. The lady flight attendant heard him and came running over thinking something was wrong.”

“Did she catch you with his cock in your mouth?”

“No, but she knew what I was doing because she had a big smile on her face.”

“So, what did you do?”

“I just told her that everything was okay and she understood.”

“You and your boyfriend must have been pretty embarrassed.”

“He was more embarrassed than I was. But she was very nice to us. She was only a couple of years older than we were so we had this connection.”

Brittany stopped to take a hit on her joint before passing it to me. She held her breath for a few seconds and then exhaled slowly.

“She was really beautiful, too,” she resumed. “Long, chestnut-brown hair, perfect olive skin, and really long fingers, but very delicate, like she should be modeling for a hand lotion commercial. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her.”

“So, what happened?”

“She told me not to worry about anything; that everyone was sleeping and that she would come back in a few minutes. When I asked her why, she said, ‘Well, you’re going to need some towels, right?’”

“Oh, man!” Delvin laughed. “A regular girl scout!”

“Then she says to both of us: ‘Don’t make him cum until I return. I want to watch.’”

“And a voyeur!”

“I know! I was shocked! But before I could say anything she made me promise to wait.”

“What did you do?”

“Well, my boyfriend, of course, was all excited about it and she was so nice…so I waited.”

“That’s wild,” Delvin said. “So you let a strange woman watch you give your boyfriend a blowjob?”

“By the time she came back he was ready to pop, so she only saw the finale.”

Megan giggled. “This is the best part.”

Brittany took a sip of her soda and laughed.

“She’s got two towels in her hands, right? So she removes the blanket and places the towel over my boyfriend’s lap. I mean here is his big, fat cock sticking out, all wet and shiny from my blowjob and she doesn’t even care! It’s like she’s setting a table with a dinner napkin, you know? Meantime he’s dying to cum.”

“Oh, fuck this is hot,” Delvin said, rubbing his own crotch. “What happened next?”

“She thanked me for waiting and told me to finish him off.”

“Did you do it?”

“Well, I couldn’t leave him like that, and she was so friendly and nice about it, so yeah, I started blowing him right in front of her.”

I started laughing at this point, picturing Brittany’s tiny mouth full of cock.

“He must have been going crazy!” Delvin said.

“He was,” Brittany replied. “She was really excited too. Then she pulls out this large paper cup and says, “Pull your mouth away when he starts to cum. I want to catch his sperm in this.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Delvin exclaimed. “That’s really kinky!”

“And kind of like…pushy. But she said it in that nice way of hers so I really didn’t mind.”

Angelique snickered. “Talk about friendly skies!”

“So, anyway, I started sucking him off again,” Brittany continued. “After about 30 seconds I feel this huge load of cum shoot into the back of my throat. I almost gagged but pulled my mouth away in time. She bends over me and starts giving him this unbelievable handjob, pointing the cup right under his cock.”

“And he shot his load into the cup?” Delvin asked, getting more and more turned on every minute.

“He didn’t cum as much as you just did, but it was a lot. Actually the second spurt flew into the air and hit her blouse, but she made sure the rest of it got into the cup.”

“That’s fucking amazing!”

“It was a long orgasm too. She had these really long fingers, like I said, and strong hands, but very feminine, and she used some strange technique of jerking his prick so that he just kept shooting one load after the other into the cup. We both started laughing after the seventh or eighth squirt but her hands kept pulling on him until she had him completely drained. The cup was about half full by the time he stopped shooting off.”

After telling this story, Brittany seemed to have achieved a heightened status in Delvin’s eyes. He looked at her now as he had originally looked at my cousin, but Brittany’s sexuality was more visceral than Angelique’s—and more accessible.

“That story got me really fucking horny!” he said.

“We can see that!” Megan laughed, looking straight at his crotch.

“Somebody’s got a hard-on!” Angelique sang.

By now, Delvin’s cock was once again fully erect. With our encouragement, he pulled his bathing suit off and started to play with his cock. All of us were completely stoned and couldn’t help laughing at his uncontrollable desire to jerk off. Angelique reached for the video camera.

“Okay,” she said. “Who’s going to do the honors?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You know,” she said. “Who’s going to give Delvin a blowjob?”

“Not me!” I said laughing.

“Of course, not you,” Angelique frowned. “Megan?”

“What about you?” Megan asked my cousin. “You suck his cock and let one of us run the camera.”

“I want to videotape it.”

“Chicken!”

“It’s okay girls,” Delvin laughed. “If it’s all right with you, I’ll just sit here and jerk off for you.”

“Come on, Brittany,” Angelique said. “Do him.”

The redhead watched intently as Delvin stroked his huge black pole and had a thought.

“I’ll suck you off,” she said to him. “But you have to promise that you’ll put all of us in your next video.”

Delvin groaned. “Baby I told you that I have to check with my manager first.”

“Well, then forget it. No promise, no blowjob.”

The other girls and I took up her cause, and though we were anxious to watch her suck him off, we felt she had a right to expect something in return. After several minutes of this light-hearted confrontation, Delvin finally relented.

“Okay, okay,” he said, fingering his stiff prick as though it were some kind of wind instrument. “I promise that all of you can be in my next video.”

We all cheered at once and told him what a great guy he was. Brittany then got up and walked over to him, laughing like a giddy schoolgirl. She then gracefully dropped to her knees before Delvin.

“You’re so fucking big!” she said, removing his hand from his prick and replacing it with her own.

Angelique leaned forward in her chair, focusing in on Brittany’s face as it came in contact with his massive organ.

“Do it nice and slow, Brittany,” Angelique said. “Just like they do in the porn movies.”

“Yeah, baby,” Delvin agreed. “Nice and slow.”

“Holly,” my cousin continued. “I want you to sit on his right and Megan you sit on his left.”

Megan and I were too intoxicated with the effects of the pot to refuse Angelique’s directive at this point and simply did as we were told, anxious ourselves to be part of this erotic spectacle and to watch our friend exercise her oral technique upon him. Angelique had Brittany tie her long, red hair back into a ponytail so that her face would not be hidden from view.

Delvin gasped as she opened her mouth to engulf his penis. She let her lips slowly proceed over the tip of his cock until she had the entire glans in her mouth, and then moved her head further down until her cute, freckled nose made contact with the curly mound of black hair at the base of his shaft.

“Whoa Megan!” Angelique exclaimed, impressed by the girl’s ability to take so much of him into her small mouth.

Delvin moaned as he watched most of his prick disappear down Brittany’s throat, and Megan and I looked down wide-eyed as she began a slow but steady routine of bobbing up and down on him while holding his shaft in the palms of her hands. After a few minutes of this ritual, Angelique indicated that Megan and I should take a more active role in the production.

“Holly,” she said. “Play with his balls a little bit. Megan, I want you to use your hands to stoke his cock. Brittany, don’t use your hands at all, just your mouth. Suck only on the tip and let Megan masturbate him into your mouth. I want to get him so that’s he’s cumming all over your face.”

Brittany complained about this.

“Does my face look like a target to you, Angelique?” she said, removing her mouth from Delvin’s slippery pole.

“A very pretty target,” my cousin laughed. “Come on! We’re making pornographic history here!”

Brittany relented and went back to sucking Delvin, obeying Angelique’s instructions even though I had a feeling that she probably would have preferred not to get her face plastered with semen. But Brittany was too far into the blowjob, and too turned on herself, to complain. She increased her tempo in time with Megan’s handjob, and I could feel Delvin’s balls rise up high in their sac.

“This is too much,” Delvin said, looking down at Brittany as her lips rode over the tip of him, over and over, teasing the sensitive area just under his cock head, demanding he release the creamy white seed within.

Angelique moved to a kneeling position within a few feet of Brittany’s face, realizing that Delvin’s climax was now only moments away.

“Megan,” she said. “Make sure you point the head of his cock a few inches just outside Brittany’s mouth so I can get a close-up of the cumshot.”

“No problem,” Megan said, happily tugging away on his prick and enjoying her control over him.

“Holly,” Angelique continued. “Put your hand under Megan’s and help stroke him off, but squeeze his balls gently with the other.”

I did as she asked and positioned myself so that I could have easy access to his genitals.

His penis felt like a hot, steel rod in my hands, and I could barely get my dainty fingers around it. Both Megan and I laughed as we watched our hands work in tandem over the massive shaft, enjoying the sight of seeing so much of his prick slide in and out of Brittany’s mouth.

Delvin now let his body fall completely back into the armchair as Brittany, Megan, and I continued our relentless assault on his prick. Brittany was anxious to get him to cum, as I could see that her mouth was beginning to tire. Despite this, she moved her head back and forth even faster, as the purple/black glans began to expand in anticipation of his impending orgasm.

“Don’t worry, Brittany,” Angelique said, moving in even closer for the expectant spray. “He’s already cum once. It probably won’t be a lot this time.”

Suddenly, Delvin’s entire body froze as he drove his cock in and out of our hands, seeking to get as much of it into Brittany’s mouth as he could.

“Oh, God!” he cried. “I’m cumming for you baby!”

Even before he finished the sentence, a massive eruption of hot, white cream shot out of his cock and flew straight into Brittany’s waiting mouth. She quickly spit out the gooey load of sperm, and we watched as it drooled onto her chin, hanging there like a thick gelatinous thread that refused to budge. She kept her mouth wide open as our hands furiously worked him over.

“Fuck!” Delvin exclaimed, as we helped him to launch another huge cumshot that flew high above Brittany’s head and came down behind her onto the carpet, the little sperm globules forming a miniature rainstorm as they fell down all around her head.

“Keep jerking him!” my cousin squealed.

Another creamy burst sailed high into the air, splashing both Megan and I on our bare arms. And then he shot off three distinct volleys of semen that hit Brittany in the eyes, nose, chin, and finally her beautiful red hair, making her face look like she had just had a salon facial.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” she screamed with laughter as she fell back onto her outstretched arms from the assault.

Both my hands and Megan’s were literally awash with sperm as we continued to masturbate Delvin, and we used the creamy effluence to good use as lubrication for his inflamed penis. As we gave him one, long, hard pull upwards, his prick released yet another burst of white, impacting on Brittany’s halter top, and then Megan viciously pulled on him, forcing out several more stringy ejaculations that mostly shot out onto our quickly moving hands. We coaxed out a few more weak spurts and then it was over. Brittany’s face looked like it had been hit with a cream pie.

“Oh, my God!” I said, laughing hysterically. “You should see yourself!”

“I need the bathroom!” Brittany laughed, as she got up and ran out of the room.

Even Delvin, who was still recovering from his massive orgasm, had to laugh.

“Maria’s got nothing on that girl!” he said emphatically.

“You came like…so much!” Angelique said to him. “Where do you get it all?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But you girls really know how to bring out the best in me!”

“Yeah,” Megan laughed, as she handed me a few napkins to dry my hands. “Best in sperm!”

Megan and I followed Brittany into the bathroom to get cleaned up, and several minutes later we had decided that we had had enough. It was time to call it a night.

“I had the best fucking time of my life with you girls tonight,” Delvin said, genuinely sorry to see us go. “I mean it.”

“Thanks Delvin, “Angelique said. “It was a lot of fun.”

“Well, you guys better get some sleep. I’ll be leaving here in a few hours to catch a plane to New York, so I won’t be seeing you after this.”

“Have a good trip and don’t forget about the video,” Megan reminded him as she gave him a kiss goodbye.

“I won’t forget. I promise.”

He then kissed all of us, one by one, and gave me an especially warm hug.

“I meant what I said about the song lyrics,” he said to me.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied. “Take care of yourself.”

He told us again how great a time he had with us. I could only imagine that, being a pop star, he must have had access to many girls who had given him similar pleasures, but I think the fact that we were just ordinary girls, and not groupies or celebrities, made it special for him. I thought that Angelique would have lingered with him a bit longer, seeing that they had enjoyed a romantic attachment, but she was the first to leave, carrying the film from the video camera in her hands, and telling Delvin she would keep it safe until his next trip back to San Diego. It seemed at first that he was going to protest, but he seemed too tired to debate the issue and watched as we disappeared into the next room.

That night, as my other friends lay soundly sleeping, I thought about how my cousin had managed to keep herself relatively uninvolved on a physical level with Delvin, preferring to orchestrate the movements of Brittany, Megan, and I as though we were pieces on a chessboard while she sat back and watched events unfold before her eyes. Outside of tickling his penis with her foot, she did nothing with him sexually, not even receiving one tiny drop of sperm from his copious orgasms. It dawned on me that Angelique was a classic voyeur, deriving her sexual pleasures from observing others while remaining physically detached. In time she would learn to overcome her unwillingness toward intimacy, but I had to laugh when I thought that, of all people, Megan and I were the ones who chose to abandon our inhibitions and do what Angelique wouldn’t, or couldn’t, do.

The following morning I awoke at 11:00 AM and discovered that Angelique, Brittany, and Megan had risen before me. I took a quick shower and, as I started to dress, I heard laughter coming from the room Delvin had vacated hours earlier. I recognized the hysterical shrieks as those belonging to my missing friends, so I hurriedly ran down the hallway and found the door to Delvin’s room unlocked.

As I entered the room, my three friends were sitting on the floor in front of the television set. Delvin’s massive penis filled the screen and three wild teenage girls—myself among them—were doing all kinds of wicked things to his cock.

“Oh, my God, Holly!” Megan exclaimed as I approached her. “Hurry up. Sit down. You have to see this!”

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Watch this,” Angelique said, hitting the rewind button on the video camera.

Delvin’s prick had just escaped the sucking embrace of Brittany’s pouting red lips as it reared back and fired off a thick jet of pearly semen straight into her mouth—all in slow motion.

“Look at it! Look at me!” Brittany howled, as the arc of cum splashed into the roof of her mouth.

“Holly, watch,” said Angelique excitedly. “I love this!”

I watched in awe as Brittany’s throat contracted to swallow half of Delvin’s sticky offering, and then laughed with the others as she forced her tongue through her lips, expelling about a pint of sperm, which dribbled ever so slowly down her chin and onto her halter top. The camera then panned upward as the second spurt of cum shot high up above our heads—our eyes following the line of stringy ejaculate as it climbed higher and higher until it soared beyond camera range.