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ASL2: Chapter 48 "The Nest"
🕑 Added 2022-01-24 16:01:02 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 48: The Nest --
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-- FRIDAY, JANUARY 23, 2009 --
“Mmm…” Dawn moaned into Jayden’s sweet kiss, the sound of my best friend’s voice an aural aphrodisiac that made this moment all the better.
The two absolutely incredible young women swapped spit while rubbing their big breasts together. Jayden’s blonde-highlighted brown hair haloed around the white sheets of my king-size mattress. Directly on top of her, Dawn’s silvery locks hung like a curtain to the other side of her face so that my view of their model-worthy beautiful faces was unimpeded as they ravenously devoured each other with lesbian lust. Presently, they tilted their heads in opposite directions, panting for breath, and then resumed their titillating makeout session. And all the while, Dawn gyrated herself around the thick eight-inch replica of my cock that sprouted upwards from Jayden’s loins to be fully embedded inside her creaming cunt.
Meanwhile, I laid next to them flat on my back. My hands were full of plump Double-D cup caramel-colored tits. Zahri Adebisi was a curvy piece of brown sugar beauty, possessing lush hair streaked with orange and a bubble butt that bounced pleasantly off my thighs as she rhythmically humped herself up and down my big dick. And after pulling my gaze away from my best friend and the Tri-Delt President making out next to me, I moved my hands around Zahri’s back, tugged her chest down to my face, and started gnawing on her puffy teats while planting my feet to rapidly ram my cock in and out of her pink slice of heaven until she screamed her ultimate satisfaction.
As her screams faded, Zahri went limp on top of me, and she groaned while letting her arms splay out to the sides.
“Yellow band!” Adrienne chirped merrily as she appeared next to the bed and slipped a silicone bracelet around Zahri’s wrist to join the green one already there.
Zahri chuckled and sighed before looking down at me. “Wanna just roll me over and rabbit-hump me so I can get a white one too?”
That offer sounded even more alluring with her Nigerian accent, but I chuckled and pecked her lips. “Sorry. Lots more girls to keep up with.”
Zahri shook her head wryly. “Don’t I know it. You’re a machine. I can’t believe the Big Ben legend turned out to be real.”
“Believe it,” Dawn groaned from beside us before adding, “But right now, I need you, babe.”
I didn’t need a mystical link to know exactly what Dawn needed. My best friend already had both a green band and a yellow. The heat in her eyes told me she wanted the other two - and like… NOW. So I briefly kissed Zahri again, helped her roll off me, and then sat up to maneuver myself around behind my best friend.
Dawn wasn’t lubed, but I was still wet from Zahri’s girlcum and we’d done this often enough that I knew she could take it. Still, I pried open her asscheeks and spit onto her sphincter. Then, after notching my angry purple mushroom head into the crinkled starfish between her snow white cheeks, I grabbed onto her hips and began my descent.
As usual, I noted the odd sensation of my dick sliding into Dawn’s anal chute while it was dented inward by another phallic object already buried in her other hole. The increased tightness was quite pleasurable for me, and after I had sheathed my entire sword to the hilt inside my best friend’s backdoor, Jayden started thrusting her fake cock in and out, and I got to feel the unique sensation of the Ben Junior more or less “rubbing” the underside of my shaft.
“Ohhh… fffuuuccckkk…” Dawn groaned at the double penetration. And her groaning only continued as Jayden and I started alternating our thrusts.
I planted my hands down on the mattress for support and kissed Dawn’s shoulders while crunching my abs to plunder her colon. As I picked up the pace, Dawn got fucked like a ragdoll pinned between us, her silver-haired head lolling left and right. And as soon as I felt she was ready for it, I got my feet set and started to REALLY lay down the lumber.
Double-penetrations had long been one of Dawn’s pet kinks. We’d done this same thing plenty of times with Summer or Adrienne over the past few weeks, sometimes with me in the front and sometimes with me in the back, depending on Dawn’s mood. Whenever Dawn wanted to feel intimate with me, I was always in her pussy so she could stare into my eyes, kiss me tenderly, and whisper her undying love.
But whenever Dawn wanted me in the back, she wanted to be taken rough and taken hard. She wanted to feel violated, used, and abused. She wanted to get FUCKED in big, bold capital letters. So I FUCKED her.
I fucked her HARD.
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!” Dawn screamed as I ravaged her rectum.
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!” Dawn screamed again while Jayden pounded her pussy.
“AAAAUUUUGGG--URP!”
My eyes had been closed as I bowed my head and concentrated on cornholing the hell out of Dawn’s colon. But at the abrupt sound of her scream being cut off, I opened my eyes and then smirked in amused surprise to see that Jordyn had donned a strap-on Ben Junior and had shoved it straight into Dawn’s mouth.
Jayden had paused for a moment, and so did I. We left Dawn skewered front and back by eight-inch dicks but otherwise unmoving between us. Meanwhile, butch Jordyn looked positively terrifying - her spunky asymmetrical A-line bob on the right side of her face, her buzz cut up to a hard part on the left, and her heavy dark makeup - as she gripped Dawn’s head behind her ears and skull-fucked the shit out of her.
And then I started thrusting again.
Dawn’s throat made choking noises as Jordyn didn’t let up on her even while Jayden and I were pumping. But Dawn did not take her triple-penetration idly. No, my best friend was like a slumbering mountain that had come ALIVE. Her body trembled, her legs pumped to fuck herself on our fucksticks and not just take the fucking. She slammed her pelvis up and down Jayden’s fake phallus. She bounced her butt back at my invading prod. At one point, Jordyn wasn’t even thrusting, but Dawn still grabbed onto the other girl’s ass, yanking hard to skewer herself on the third eight-inch cock. And that was when our audience started to marvel in appreciation for the force of nature my best friend had become.
“Holy fucking shit…” Mi-young breathed in awe.
“She’s incredible!” Quinn exclaimed.
“That’s Dawn being Dawn,” Adrienne laughed.
“Can I go next?” Neera pleaded. “Pleeease?”
The other girls laughed.
“Dawn’s gonna get a white band for this one,” Adrienne advised the Indian girl. “You might have to wait a bit.”
“Doesn’t have to be Ben,” Neera chirped back. “Three Ben Juniors will do.”
“Oh, well in THAT case, come with me!” Adrienne took Neera by the hand, but before she left, she stopped by the nightstand and set down a red and white band. “I’m leaving your bands here, Dawn.”
“MMMMPPPPHHHH!!! MMMMPPPPHHHH!!! MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!” Dawn screamed around a throatful of cock. I was pretty sure she had no idea Adrienne was even in the room she was so far gone into her ecstasy.
She’d already cum twice in the past few minutes alone, along with however many orgasms she’d had before this. With a male-female ratio of twelve-to-one (Adrienne, Dawn, Summer, Jayden, Jordyn, Nora, Kirstie, Neera, Mi-young, Tova, Zahri, and Quinn), she had obviously spent a lot of time with the other girls. Getting me up her ass during a triple-penetration was just the capper on an amazing night, and she held absolutely nothing back.
For my part, I was just trying to last for as long as I possibly could. Taking advantage of being on paid leave of absence, Dawn and I had gone to the gym in the afternoon to play basketball with Eden and Emma. The games had not cost me any of my sexual endurance, but the games had still worn out my legs a bit. Coming home after dinner with Kim, June, and BJ to find that Adrienne and Dawn had set up this Tri-Delt “bracelet game” orgy, I had been quick to start chugging Gatorade and asked Adrienne for one of her super-pills.
You thought the Decathlon had been crazy? Try adding two additional girls AND letting them go ahead and be catty about yanking me out of a pussy (or ass) and cramming my cock down their throats to vulture a white band.
Seriously, who knew Kirstie could actually be one of the vicious ones? She was actually the first girl to complete the set of four (by knocking off Adrienne, no less, and impaling her own ass on my cock to hammer her little tushie up and down on me a dozen times until I blasted my wad into her bowels). Adrienne just got up, laughed it off, and went to hoover out the creampie.
Bottom line, I was wearing out now, but at the same time I was driven to make Dawn’s experience the best it could possibly be. So as great as it was to watch beautiful Jayden fucking Dawn from below and butch Jordyn fucking Dawn’s face from in front, I closed my eyes, concentrated on doing my own job, and rapid-fire pistoned my prick in and out of Dawn’s now gaping open asshole as I felt her building up to the big one.
“HNNNGH! HNNNGH! HNNNGH!” I heard Dawn grunt as she flung her sweaty, naked body in every direction, knowing there was always a dick there to shove her back to the center.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” Jayden grunted from her own exertion of fucking her phallus up into Dawn’s cunt.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” Jordyn grunted in the same voice fucking Dawn’s face.
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted with them, blasting my big dick through my best friend’s butthole.
And then the big one hit.
Dawn abruptly pulled her face away from Jordyn’s dick and howled, “BBBBEEEENNNN!!!” Her whole body exploded from within, her head tossing back, her spine arching, her inner muscles clenching, and her arms flying out to the sides.
“DDDDAAAAWWWWNNNN!!!” I roared with her, slamming my pelvis forward one final time and holding myself at full depth, feeling the blissful relief of letting go as if I were pissing pure sperm into her bowels.
And then all four of us collapsed. My chest dropped down onto Dawn’s back, knocking her forward. Her tits smashed into Jayden’s face, who squeaked rather cutely as she tried not to get suffocated. And even Jordyn dropped down onto her ass, her legs folded in a W-position as she leaned back on both hands, gasping for breath.
“Holy shit…” Dawn croaked softly, her skin absolutely soaked with sweat. She was still impaled front and back, and she barely even noticed when Quinn grabbed the red and white bands and slipped them onto Dawn’s wrist to join the green and yellow ones already there.
Jordyn unbuckled her strap-on and held it out to Mi-young, who accepted the device a little uncertainly. The Schenke Twin with the butch haircut grinned at me and asked, “You can go one more, right?”
“Nnnggghhh…” I groaned wearily. But as I stirred my dick inside Dawn’s stretched colon, I could feel it was still hard. So with a sigh, I nodded just once.
“Good,” Jordyn pronounced. “I don’t care about the white band itself, but now you’ve gotta do THAT to me.” She pointed at Dawn’s blissfully wiped out expression for emphasis.
“Me, too,” Jayden groaned beneath our weight.
The life of a Sex God is really just so hard…
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-- SATURDAY, JANUARY 24, 2009 --
“I’m just checking. It doesn’t say ‘Tri-Delt West’ or any other name including the words ‘Tri-Delt’ right there, does it?” I tapped the charter on the wall with the knuckle of my left index finger while staring in disbelief at the sight before me.
Dawn, Summer, and I had all just returned from getting lunch together, and my best friend looked at me blankly. She knew perfectly well I could read, but still, Dawn shrugged and began to read aloud, “‘Attention! This house has been designated ‘The Nest’. Nope. Nothing about Tri-Delts here.’”
“Adrienne said it’s an unincorporated Tri-Delt territory!” Jayden hollered from the living room.
“Do we need to get into a discussion regarding the definition of ‘unincorporated’?”
Kirstie spoke up. “An unincorporated territory is self-governing but is ultimately subject to the absolute power of the controlling organization.”
“And you’re gonna claim the Tri-Delts ultimately have absolute power over my house?”
“Did Peyton ever try to claim absolute power over your house? Relax. I just wanna enforce Tri-Delt bylaws here. Like, didn’t you notice the second charter?”
“Of course I did,” I replied with a sigh. “It’s a bit derivative, don’t you think?”
“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” Jayden retorted. “Although I removed the time period, of course.”
The second framed sign read: ATTENTION! The Nest has now been designated a ‘Lingerie-only’ zone. All sisters of the Delta Delta Delta Sorority beyond this point are required to remove all outerwear within the premises. Strict laws will be enforced by the Sorority. Enter at your own risk.
Jayden Schenke, President, Pi Chapter, Delta Delta Delta
So of course, there were currently seven Tri-Delts in their underwear scattered around my living room, eight if you counted Adrienne. And then two more lingerie-clad sorority girls came out of the kitchen to smile and wave, bringing the total to ten.
I sighed and eyeballed Adrienne. “You had nothing to do with this?”
“Me?” The stunning supermodel sat next to Jayden wearing a wispy see-thru ensemble made of Loveti moth fiber or something that would’ve cost a regular person six months’ salary. “This was all Jayden’s idea.”
“You didn’t tell her ‘no’.”
“She’s the Tri-Delt President. I AM still a Tri-Delt.”
“Why do you all even need to be here?” I sighed. “I know for a fact that the Chapter House has LOTS of common rooms for you guys to study and socialize in.”
“Yes, and the Chapter House is also at the far southeast corner of the campus while your house is on the west side,” Nora explained. “It’s the same reason why the girls found it convenient to hang out at TDW back in the day.”
“It’s a Saturday. There aren’t any classes.”
Kirstie shrugged. “Sometimes girls just wanna hang out with their friends!”
“In their underwear,” I drawled.
“We can’t parade around in our underwear at the Chapter House!” Neera enthused. “This place is so much better!”
“It’s quite comfortable,” Mi-young confirmed.
“I agree!” Dawn confirmed and then started peeling off her sweater.
“You’re not a Tri-Delt,” I pointed out. “The second charter doesn’t apply to you.”
“The fewer clothes, the better,” my best friend shot back.
“Definitely more fun this way,” Summer chirped behind us as she likewise began to disrobe. “When was the last time I told you guys how glad I am to have fallen in with friends like these?”
“This morning,” Dawn giggled.
“Doesn’t make it any less true!”
I sighed, glanced back, and then did a double-take when I realized Summer was completely topless, and her big gravity-defying boobs were jiggling nicely as she bent over stripping off her jeans. She stood up a second later, hands on her hips, clad in nothing but a frilly pair of black bikini-cut panties. I furrowed my eyebrows and asked, “Lingerie-only means you can still keep your bra on.”
“Didn’t wear one today.” Summer hefted her tits. “These things stay upright on their own. Why else did you think my nipples were denting out so far? You sure were staring at them all through lunchtime.”
I sighed. “I was. I was imagining I could have them in my mouth.”
“Anytime, Master,” Summer purred as she sauntered up to me with a definite sway in her hips.
“Anytime?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.
“In a restaurant, on the street…” Summer smirked. “In a box, with a fox, in a house, with a mouse, you can have them here or there, you can have them anywhere. All you have to do is state your desire and your Pet will fulfill it in any way she can.”
And with that, Summer drew my head down to her chest and fed me one of her tits.
“And see!” Jordyn cheered enthusiastically. “We’re all already dressed for an orgy! How convenient!”
These girls were gonna fucking kill me.
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-- SUNDAY, JANUARY 25, 2009 --
Sexhaustion
Sex-haus-tion
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I staggered into the kitchen, my stomach growling loud enough to cause the half-naked girl in front of the gas range to turn around and giggle at me. Neera Shah, a nymphomaniac freshman Tri-Delt of average height with a 34DD rack, wore nothing but her panties and a kitchen apron that said “Kiss the Cook” on it. Her puffy nipples kept threatening to pop free from their coverage, and I was glad to see she wasn’t frying anything with oil that might splatter onto her exposed skin.
“Morning, Ben!” the hot teenager greeted pleasantly before frowning at the way I winced at the bright sunlight streaming in through the kitchen. “Are you alright? Headache?”
“Yeah, a bit.”
She quickly crossed over to the refrigerator and pulled it open. She retrieved a goopy green concoction in a glass with a thick straw normally used for boba drinks and extended it out to me. “Here. Drink. You’ll feel better.”
“What is it?”
Neera shrugged. “Tamarind, Pomegranate, Amla, Dates, Honey, Ginger, Kale, Spinach, some other stuff. It’s all natural. Ayurvedic. Seriously, you’ll feel better.”
I blinked. “Did you know Lakhi Sharma?”
“She’s my cousin. Talked a LOT about you. Still has fond memories of Tri-Delt West.”
I blinked in surprise. “How did I not know this before?”
Neera shrugged. “You and I were pretty much fuck and run up until now. Not complaining. Drink up! Breakfast will be ready soon.”
The beautiful Indian girl sauntered back over to the gas range, and with a shrug I took a sip. By the time I meandered back out of the kitchen, I was starting to fantasize about a threesome with Lakhi and Neera, which I supposed was proof that the drink was working since I wasn’t dwelling on my headache anymore.
I wound up slumped on a couch sipping my… ‘smoothie’ (for lack of a better term), and I wasn’t the only one in the room. Mi-young Lee and Tova Johansen were chatting on the other couch, both slender freshmen coeds with pert titties and svelte curves, built for speed. Mi-young was a cutie who favored wearing headbands with fake cat ears attached and had spent years training to be a contemporary dancer. Tova was a compact ex-gymnast Nordic blonde with the lower half of her hair dyed lime green, and both girls were super-flexible. They both smiled at me in greeting but then continued on with their conversation, dressed in brief nighties that showed off their nubile teenage figures.
As far as I knew, everyone else was still asleep. Adrienne’s bedroom door had been open when I passed, with Kirstie, Zahri, and Quinn sleeping inside. The door to Dawn’s bedroom was closed and I figured she had Summer in there along with Nora. The door to Summer’s bedroom had been open, and while the bed was unmade it had been empty. I had to assume that’s where Neera, Mi-young, and Tova had spent the night. I’d fallen asleep with Adrienne and the Schenke Twins and gotten to wake up yet another morning with Adrienne in my arms.
I’d woken up to find Jayden’s mouth around my dick. She was out cold again though, and currently leaking my last load of sperm from her sodden snatch.
I let my mind drift over the absolutely incredible (and absolutely ridonkulous) amount of sex I’d had over the past two days. The Decathlon had been one thing, but two twelve-on-ones back-to-back?
INSANE.
What do you even call twelve-on-ones? Dodecahedrons?
Those are Dungeons & Dragons dice. Dodecathlons, I suppose.
Eventually, I finished my smoothie and set it down on the coffee table. I let my head fall back, sighing with weariness as I let myself relax. Actually, I think I’d nearly fallen asleep again when a cute voice chirped, “Ooh, goody. He’s hard again.”
I blinked and opened my eyes to find Neera standing before me. I could smell breakfast steaming on the dining table, but she reached behind herself to untie the apron and let the garment drop straight down to the floor, baring her beautiful big boobies. Mi-young and Tova had come over nearby, and as the three freshmen Tri-Delts all squatted down in front of me, I became almost painfully aware of the large tent denting out the front of my pajama pants.
I sighed in resignation as Mi-young did the honors of reaching forward to peel down my waistband. Tova giggled cutely, brushed her pale-blonde hair back behind her ears, and leaned forward to first take my rod in hand and pump it a few times before taking a long, languorous lick along the underside of my shaft.
And so we started again.
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“So how long exactly are these Tri-Delts going to be living with us?” I asked wearily, slumped in the corner of the couch in my OTHER house, the one I used to live in with Kim, June, and BJ (Hmm… The Nest, The Birdhouse… The Coop? The Roost? Nah, keep thinking), although none of them were currently home. Texts exchanged told me that Kim and BJ had met up with classmates for a playdate, and that June and Eve had both gone home last night to visit their parents but would return in time for dinner.
Of course, the Tri-Delts didn’t know that, hence my believable excuse for leaving the house that I wanted to go visit my son. Now, I was enjoying a little bit of an early afternoon reprieve, chilling out with my feet up on the coffee table.
“What’s wrong? Finally hit your limit of Too Much Pussy™?” Adrienne chuckled from her position cuddled up alongside me with my arm around her waist and her legs pulled up beneath her.
“I think so. Super-pills or not, I’m only human.”
“Aww, Sasha had so many fun stories about Ben the Machine just mowing down girls left and right for months on end during TDW.”
“The truth often gets embellished.”
“You saying you weren’t mowing down girls left and right during TDW? You certainly seemed to be keeping up just fine when -I- visited.”
“You were quite the inspiration. But seriously, there’s no way I can keep up this pace for months on end.”
“Relax. I’m sure it’ll calm down during the weekdays when they have school. I’m assuming the same happened during TDW.”
“Hopefully. I mean, I fully admit that this weekend has been absolutely incredible, but I honestly don’t want this to become the new normal.”
Adrienne picked her head up off my chest to look at me, gauge my reaction, and nodded. “Noted. I’ll talk to Jayden.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Disappointed? I know you’ve been enjoying all this fresh pussy as much as I have.”
She shook her head slowly. “It’s been a welcome distraction to help me miss Sasha a little less. I mean, sometimes I find myself wishing she was here, because I know she’d have LOVED being a part of this on top of just plain wishing she was here.”
“Don’t think I didn’t catch that bit where you, the Schenkes, and Nora took that photo of the four of you crawling all over me and then texted it to her.”
Adrienne blushed. “She keeps texting me photos of her conquests across Europe as well.”
“Wish you were with her at those parties?”
“Nah… I wasn’t kidding about wanting to settle down a bit from the constant partying. So while this weekend has certainly been fun for me as much as you, I wouldn’t want this level of over-the-topness to become the new normal either.”
I stroked her head and pecked her lips. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“Still, I admittedly wouldn’t mind keeping The Nest a more low-key version of Tri-Delt West. The freshmen have started calling me ‘Queen A.D.’ because of the Queen Bee reference on the charter, and the idea of being Queen of the Harem House definitely holds a lot of appeal.” Adrienne was grinning, but a moment later, her smile dropped. “But if that’s not what you want, I’m not going to be selfish about pushing my own agenda just for my own sake.”
Adrienne actually looked stricken, so I chuckled reassuringly and stroked her head again before pulling her into a tender slow-burn kiss. She visibly relaxed and even hummed a little into our liplock, and when I pulled away she looked much calmer.
I told her gently, “I don’t want you panicking every five seconds about expressing your desires to me. We both know I’ll love you no matter what. Thank you for trying to be considerate, but I want you to trust that if there’s something I dislike, I’ll let you know. As for the idea of keeping The Nest a low-key version of TDW, that’s… I’m okay with that. The original TDW was one of the best times of my life, and I’m not just talking about sex. I’ve got an army of housekeepers and cooks and feeling pampered isn’t a BAD thing. We both know I enjoy getting to know the girls I’m intimate with instead of treating them like disposable playthings, so this is a great opportunity to do that. So don’t feel like I’m trying to push them out the door.”
“Even though two minutes ago you asked how long they were going to keep living with us.”
I raised my right hand palm-up. “I’ve had twelve girls under my roof requesting to be regularly plowed for three days now. That’s not a ‘low-key’ version of TDW. It’s becoming… work.”
Adrienne chuckled and rubbed my chest. “Relax. I told you I’d talk to Jayden. Let’s start with the basics: After dinner, all of the Tri-Delts will go to their own beds and you’ll have just me, Dawn, and Summer tonight.”
“Thank you.”
Adrienne giggled and snuggled her face into the crook of my neck again. She sighed and squeezed me tight, both of us going silent for a little while.
Eventually, she was the first one to speak, mumbling, “This IS nice, though…”
“Hmm?”
“You and me. Alone.” Adrienne squeezed me again. “It’s so quiet right now. The Nest hasn’t had a moment of quiet since Friday afternoon, except for perhaps when all of us were asleep.”
“Rethinking your Queen of the Harem House idea?”
“Oh, no. I’m seriously still planning on getting us a full-size mansion for us to settle in together long-term until we’re old and gray. It’ll have a big backyard and high fences so we can all skinny dip in the swimming pool and have massive orgies in the hot tub. Like, I need to get the blueprints for the Playboy Mansion, complete with the Grotto, and put our own spin on it.”
I chuckled at the imagery.
“Just… I want to add a couple of extra buildings to the grounds now. Like a pool house to escape to or some other private place for one-on-ones. I think everyone you’re with deserves a little one-on-one time like this. Quiet. Peaceful.”
“Intimate.”
“Yeah…”
“Sounds great.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“You know my favorite part of all that?”
“The orgies in the hot tub?”
I snorted. “No.”
“Then what?”
I tilted my chin down and gently raised Adrienne’s chin up until we were looking each other in the eyes. “The part about us settling in together long-term until we’re old and gray.”
Adrienne smiled up at me. “I love you, Tiger.”
“I love you too. Forever and Always.”
And then we kissed.
****
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-sh-i-i-it!” Quinn Davis cried out, her cries interrupted in staccato rhythm with the way I kept banging her body away from me with every thrust.
Quinn was the busty blonde of the freshman Tri-Delts (and Nora’s “little sister”) who’d moved into The Nest for the weekend, and I delighted in watching her Double-Ds bounce back and forth with every powerful impact. She was flat on her back across my bed, her legs over my shoulders while I knelt atop the bed with her well-formed ass in my hands as I pounded her pussy. But feeling the urge to feel those big boobies within my grasp, I reached over and started squishing her melons and pinching her pink nipples between my fingers while continuing to drill down into her.
Adrienne was right beside me wearing a strap-on Ben Junior with Quinn’s best friend (busty black beauty Zahri) folded in half beneath her in nearly the exact same position as busty blonde beauty Quinn. My supermodel Tigress noticed what I was doing, and she likewise moved her hands over to start squishing Zahri’s big Double-Ds together as well.
The four of us were actually the only ones currently having sex in the house, believe it or not. After three days of what felt like near-constant fucking, I think the novelty was finally starting to wear off. I figured it was like that tropical vacation analogy Nora had started back on Halloween - she had quite literally said, ‘If you just like… moved there… even paradise can eventually get mundane.’
Nora herself had tapped out this morning. It’s not necessarily that she found me mundane, but by this point my Angel Face seemed more interested in caressing Dawn’s angel face and spending time with her. And then before lunch she’d gone home to recover from the weekend.
The Schenke Twins had gone home. Jayden and Adrienne had talked about considering this weekend an amazing three-day bender but that the Tri-Delts shouldn’t seriously move in or anything, and not even a three-girl rotation the way the original TDW had gone. Jayden had sorority business to attend to anyway, and Jordyn had left to visit her girlfriend.
Additionally, Dawn and Summer had gone to have dinner with Summer’s mom, Yvaine. While Summer obviously enjoyed living with me and Dawn, not to mention being able to walk to campus, she was very close to her mom who was otherwise alone. And Summer wanted to make sure she continued spending time with her mother as much as possible.
That still left seven girls remaining in The Nest: Adrienne, Kirstie, Neera, Mi-young, Tova, Zahri, and Quinn. Adrienne, Zahri, and Quinn were obviously busy with me in my bedroom. Kirstie, Neera, Mi-young, and Tova were downstairs hanging out.
But even though I knew there were other people in the house, it was still a surprise when a knock came at the door. Adrienne and I both paused our thrusting and looked at each other in surprise. The thirteen of us had been fucking up a storm for three days straight and nobody was shy about what we were doing or being naked in front of each other. Even if a door had been closed, nobody minded if someone else just opened the door and waltzed inside (usually so she could join in).
But when the door itself didn’t swing open shortly after, I finally shrugged and called, “Come on in!”
Kirstie poked her head in and gave me an apologetic wince. “Sorry to bother, but you have visitors, Ben. They said you were expecting them.”
I blinked in surprise. “Visitors?”
Kirstie came into the room, opening the door fully and stepping aside. Two busty blondes sauntered in with wide smirks, not surprised in the least to find me and Adrienne in the middle of porking freshman Tri-Delts side-by-side, but amused nonetheless.
“Catching you at a bad time?” Dayna asked mirthfully, eyes twinkling.
“Or should we just strip down and join in?” Monique added a second later.
Neera was right behind them, and she thrust both fists into the air, cheering, “Fresh pussy!”
****
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” my Sweetheart chanted while I drilled her out. “Oh, baby I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUCK!!!”
Dayna’s cries eventually died out, as did the strength in her body. She released her four-limb grip around my body and let her arms and legs spread akimbo. And as her orgasm passed, she went completely limp beneath me.
I was in a pushup position above her and sort of lightly stirred my cock around her saturated snatch counterclockwise. Her eyes were fluttering as she wheezed and panted. And I finally dipped down to tenderly kiss her cheek. “Thanks, Sweetheart,” I told her sincerely.
“No, thank you,” she murmured. “But you’re not done yet.”
“Venez à moi, mon ami…” Monique crooned, crooking a finger in invitation at me.
I now completed my pushup, withdrawing completely from Dayna’s heavenly wet box. She whined just a bit at my exit and tried to thrust up with her loins to recapture my cock, succeeding only in smearing her pussy juice around my balls and the underside of my shaft a bit. So I went ahead and grabbed myself around the base, slammed my swollen schlong back inside her sweet snatch a second time, and supplied several short staccato stabs to make her squeal before subsequently separating myself once more.
Only then did I crawl over to the other busty babe on the bed. Monique reclined back on her elbows, golden ringlets of her curly blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Her knees were up with Neera’s head between her thighs, but at my approach she tapped on the Indian girl’s head to get her to move out of the way.
“Mmm…” the older girl hummed happily. And in an overly thick French accent she purred, “You ah exzactlee what I neeEEEEEED!”
The French girl’s voice and pitch had sharply increased as I penetrated her. She wrapped her legs around my torso and crossed her ankles behind my lower back. And within seconds I was pounding her flat into the mattress.
Neera sat back on her heels, marveling at us. “How does he DO it?”
Adrienne laughed from her spot up by the headboard, just sort of lazily fingering her clit but with no immediate need to cum. “He just… does. My reliable Tiger. Always manages to rise to the occasion somehow.”
Dayna sighed, “The most dependable cock in the universe. How many girls did you say were here this weekend?”
“Twelve,” Neera confirmed. “He’s been fucking ALL of us around the clock and somehow still has enough energy to do THAT.”
The three girls all turned their attention to Quinn, who was still out cold and slumped in the armchair, drooling, with her legs flung over the armrests and my last load of sperm leaking out of her red-worn pussy. Dayna had wanted the creampie, but Adrienne told her to let the poor girl rest.
“It helps…” I grunted, bracing my elbows on the mattress as I crunched my abdominals over and over again to really hammer Monique hard. “That I know… the finish line… is in sight.”
Neera glanced back at Dayna. “We Tri-Delts are going home after dinner.”
“Aww…” Dayna whined. “So I can’t expect you all to be here every time I come visit? You, especially, are delicious.”
“Why thank you!” Neera preened.
“Oui-oui!” Monique confirmed. “She eez zo guud weeth herr tongue!”
“Better than my dick?” I asked with a teasing grin.
“Notheeeng eez bettar zhan your deek,” Monique growled right back at me, clenching her inner muscles around my ‘deek’. “Mayhaps I shuud go back to skuul and beecum a Tri-Delt, no?”
Neera immediately laughed. “Why go through the hassle of pledging when you can just come straight here to The Nest?”
I found myself minorly annoyed that Monique had enough presence of mind to talk, let alone focus enough to maintain the thickness of her accent (which I actually knew wasn’t THAT thick, but she played it up because she knew I liked it). So before she could respond to that, I twisted her hips to my right and raised my right knee over her left leg, which gave me a little more leverage to pound myself even deeper inside of her. And as I accelerated the tempo of my pumping prick to the point where I was pistoning in and out of her pussy at a profligate pace, she quite agreeably lost all ability for coherent conversation and merely screamed her pretty little head off.
The only thing that eventually distracted me from my relentless hammering of Monique’s lush and plush body was when I heard Quinn moaning from the armchair. I think she must’ve woken up on her own, because Dayna now knelt between the 18-year-old blonde’s thighs, slurping out every drop of cum she could find. I waited her out, making sure the horny cumslut had finished cleaning Quinn out. And only then did I shoot my Sweetheart a sly smile and say, “Got a fresh one coming up!”
“AH! AH! AH! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Monique howled a moment later, clamping her cunt around my cock as she creamed out her cum.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I growled with her, doing my level best to baste the busty blonde’s womb with every last drop of spunk I had left in my body.
For the second time in a span of about five minutes, a beautiful older blonde went limp beneath me, limbs akimbo. I too collapsed, planting my forehead onto the mattress and panting for breath until I’d recovered enough to kiss my way up Monique’s shoulder, nibble my way into her cleavage, swirl my tongue around her pink teats and gnaw on her nipples, and finally work my way up to give her a thankful kiss on the lips. Only then did I roll off her and find myself gasping and panting at the ceiling.
“Either of you want it?” Dayna asked Adrienne and Neera. “Don’t want to be greedy.”
“Go ahead, Miss Cumslut,” Adrienne waved her onward. “We’ve had him all weekend.”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Dayna quickly popped between her friend’s thighs, audibly hoovering out my second load while Monique moaned and held Dayna’s head to her crotch. But rather than swallow down every last drop, Dayna carried her found gold up to Monique’s face and the pair of busty blonde bombshells started snowballing my semen between them.
Flat on my back, I stared up at the ceiling. Adrienne was relatively upside-down to me at ten o’clock, and I asked her breathlessly, “Maybe there really is such a thing as Too Much Pussy™.”
“You’re certainly trying to find that upper limit, Tiger,” she replied with a chuckle as she tousled my hair.
Meanwhile, Quinn had recovered, and she and Neera both got up and headed out of the room. After the girls were gone, I found enough energy to scoot up a little and set my head down in Adrienne’s lap. My ex-fiancée--
Okay seriously, you need to stop thinking of her with that term.
My Tigress…
Better.
My Tigress rubbed my head and appeared quite content for the moment, even though she’d barely been involved in the sex acts since Dayna and Monique had come into the room. Together, we patiently waited for the other two blondes to finish up. And once Dayna rolled off Monique and flopped onto her back, Adrienne asked politely, “So what’s new with you guys?”
“Living the dream…” Dayna grinned. “I’ll spare Ben the gory details, and we didn’t get anywhere near twelve… or I guess it’s fourteen for you now. Anyways, we had a pretty good weekend ourselves.”
“Oui-oui,” Monique confirmed with a weary sigh.
Adrienne frowned. “So what, you two came over here to put the cherry on top? Doesn’t sound like you particularly needed to visit to get your cookies.”
“Emma asked me to come visit her new friend Claudine,” Monique explained with a much less noticeable accent. I mean, the accent was still there, but it wasn’t very thick anymore. “She thought it would be nice for the girl to have a conversation in her native tongue for a little bit.”
“Ohhh…” I drawled, smacking my forehead. “I forgot about that. Emma did tell me they’d come spend the day with her and Claudine and then spend the night with me.”
“Well, the evening at least. Not overnight,” Dayna explained. “We still have work tomorrow.”
“Stay as long as you need,” Adrienne offered. “The Nest belongs to all of us baby birds.”
Dayna made a face as she rolled over onto her belly and then propped herself up on her elbows. And in a slow, apologetic tone, she began, “About that…”
I picked my head up as well and whined, “Aww, man…”
Dayna blinked at me. “What?”
“I know that face,” I sighed. “It’s the same expression you had when you last told me you were leaving the harem.”
“I’m not…” Dayna shared a look with Monique. “I’m not saying I won’t keep visiting. We will still keep visiting. But…”
“But you’re leaving the harem,” I finished for her.
“I’m still your Sweetheart. I’ll always be your Sweetheart.”
“I know. Thank you.” I smiled.
“You don’t need me in the harem anymore.” Dayna waved her hand out towards the door. “Subtract one Evans sister and add in a dozen Tri-Delts… that’s about a wash, wouldn’t you say?”
“Call me greedy, but I’d still prefer to keep the Tri-Delts AND my Sweetheart,” I replied with a warm smile. “But whether or not you want to claim membership doesn’t really matter, I suppose. You already know I’ll never turn you down if you wanna come visit… either of you.”
Monique smiled when I added that last part for her.
I returned my attention to Dayna. “May I ask if there’s anything in particular that’s prompting this decision?”
Dayna shrugged. “Like you said: the technical status of my membership doesn’t really matter. I asked to join back before Christmas because I was feeling lonely and wanted to have that sense of belonging. You and I never had a formal conversation about it, but being able to tell myself I was your Sweetheart again made me feel like I had a boyfriend again. It was all a delusion, of course. We never even went out on a single date.”
I frowned. “I’m--”
“Don’t even start,” Dayna cut me off before I could apologize. “It had everything to do with me and nothing to do with you. I never asked for nor expected any dates, so there’s nothing to say sorry for.”
Dayna was belly-down and propped up on her elbows, but Monique beside her was still on her back. Dayna reached over and patted Monique’s shoulder.
“I’ve been much happier ever since this French mademoiselle moved in with me. Just having a partner in crime to go conquer The City with has been a blast. Not trying to take anything away from your big sister, but Brandi’s always been the chill romantic dreamer looking for her Mr. Right. The more Monique and I talk, the more we both realize we’re kinda over the whole rat race of societal pressure to settle down with just one man. Like, maybe the whole ‘committed monogamous marriage’ thing is just a social construct that polite society uses to try and hem in girls like us who enjoy a little… variety.”
Monique commented, “This is all her, by the way. I agree with her, but she’s the mastermind.” She also rolled over onto her belly, her heels up in the air and crossed at the ankles.
“Take your life,” Dayna continued, gesturing at me. “Even if the outside world knew how many women you’re regularly banging - like, if they knew you spent the weekend with twelve girls in your house - the majority of people would be all, ‘Good for him. He’s a modern Hugh Hefner.’ Guys can get away with this stuff. But girls like us get labeled sluts and are looked down on if we want to live a life with more than one dick. It’s not fair.”
“Completely unfair,” I agreed. “Do you really want to settle down just because the societal ‘They’ tell you that you have to get married?”
“Of course not!” Dayna exclaimed. “My whole life there have been zero shits given about societal pressure. Before Kevin, I never had only one boyfriend. It wasn’t until I realized my friends were getting married and settling down one-by-one - especially Brandi - that I started to feel… lonely.”
“Which is why you came back to the harem.”
“For a time. I was in a weird headspace after Kevin got engaged and I was reaching out to you to feel a sense of love and support, and you welcomed me with open arms. Thank you for that.”
“Anytime.”
“But once I got over my sense of loneliness… and more specifically, now that I have THIS hot babe to be my wingman, I’m good now. I don’t need the crutch of the harem anymore.”
“I’m glad for you.”
“The reality is: I don’t need to someday settle down with any one husband to live my Happily Ever After.”
“This kinda goes to you saying you didn’t need to settle down with any one wife to make your Happily Ever After come true, Tiger,” Adrienne interjected. “There’s really nothing stopping you from saying, ‘Screw the whole committed monogamous marriage’ thing yourself.”
I nodded. “It’s definitely something that’s been on my mind lately. Isn’t my life pretty good right now the way it is without even a single true ‘girlfriend’, let alone wife? There’s zero pressure on me to ever change the status quo. Modern Hugh Hefner or something, right? And even Dawn has openly suggested I don’t really need to ever marry anybody.”
“Really?” Dayna arched an eyebrow at that.
I shrugged. “Is that really such a surprise given her own stance on remaining my best friend forever?”
“I’m thinking Dawn’s got the right idea,” Adrienne remarked. “Eternal best friend without the pressure of being your wife. Maybe you and I can be partners - and I can continue being Harem Queen - without the pressure of being your wife.”
“You are forgetting something though,” Dayna pointed out.
“What’s that?”
“Kids. Monique and I won’t necessarily mind growing up into hot single cougars because neither of us really wants kids. You do. You always have.”
“I’ve already proven marriage isn’t a prerequisite for that. I have BJ, and Kim makes an excellent baby mama who will always be in my life as well.”
“We all know you never intended to stop at just BJ,” Dayna continued. “Wasn’t your desire to replicate your own loving family the driving force behind you wanting to settle down, get married, and have a family?”
“He could still have more baby mamas without getting married,” Monique pointed out, and then she literally pointed at Adrienne. “You two could still have babies without necessarily getting married.”
Adrienne and I suddenly looked at each other.
Dayna smirked at Adrienne. “C’mon, isn’t it obvious? Even if you and Sasha got married, was there ever any doubt you’d want Ben to father your eventual children? We had our talks, A.D. I know you’d come around to the decision that you wanted to have them.”
Adrienne closed her eyes and got a pained look on her face.
Dayna was instantly apologetic as she crawled forward and rubbed Adrienne’s thigh. “I’m sorry. You’re still hurting from Sasha flying off.”
“No, it’s alright.” Adrienne opened her eyes and gestured for Dayna to calm down. “I had a month to get used to the idea and by the time she flew away it was actually kind of a relief. Like, the whole thing was over and I didn’t have to stress about it anymore. And of course, moving into The Nest with Ben and spending every night in his arms has been a dream come true.”
I slid myself up alongside her and leaned in for a quick kiss. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Adrienne caressed my cheek and stared into my eyes, looking thoughtful. “Monique is right though: we could have babies without having to get married.”
I blinked in surprise and raised both eyebrows. “Is that what you really want?”
Adrienne took a deep breath and gave me a frank look. “I loved Sasha. Still do, and there’s a part of me that wants to just wait for her to come home so she can do whatever she needs to do in order to be ready to marry me. But even if it doesn’t end up being Sasha, my ultimate love is probably going to be another woman.”
I nodded slowly. “I understand.”
“And yet, I really DID come around to the idea of being a mother. I really DO want to have a family I can call my own, to have… children.”
I smiled warmly and stroked Adrienne’s cheek. “You’ll make a wonderful mother.”
Adrienne’s eyebrows popped. “Of course, quite obviously, any other woman will lack that little genetic thing I’d need to get pregnant. And there’s literally no other man’s sperm I would ever even CONSIDER except yours.”
My eyes got big. “Are you asking me to--”
“No-no-no,” she cut me off. “Not yet, of course. Neither of us is in any emotional condition to make any rash decisions.”
“Of course not,” I agreed. “But at the same time…”
Adrienne blinked, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips before I even finished my sentence.
I stated unequivocally, “Whenever you’re ready to be a mother, just say the word. For you the answer will ALWAYS be ‘yes’.”
Adrienne beamed and she immediately drew me into a kiss with the same level of nuclear power of her lovemaking and yet none of the raw carnal passion. Rather, it was a kiss of joy and of gratitude. But just as our kiss reached its peak, she abruptly pulled away.
“But what if you DO end up marrying someone else? Someone who might not want you fathering my children?”
I shook my head. “I’ll already have to tell any potential wife that my continuing to be your lover is set in stone, Forever and Always. Any woman who couldn’t handle me fathering your children and wanting to be part of their lives wouldn’t be someone I’d want to marry anyway.”
“You’re asking a lot of this hypothetical woman. Any such woman would have to be quite special indeed.”
“Well, like Dayna said: I don’t have to be in any rush. Maybe I’m NOT destined to ever get married, and I think I’m finally okay with that idea. Although honestly, the idea of having children with you, raising a family with you?” I squeezed Adrienne close and stared into her eyes. I saw in her golden irises the reflection of my own joyful gaze. And with an almost giddy grin, I finished, “You once asked me what else you can do to help me get my Happily Ever After. Bearing my children? That’s already more than I could have ever hoped for.”
“Of course, Tiger.” She sighed and set her forehead against mine. And when she next spoke, it happened to be at the exact same time I did as well. And we both said…
“I almost can’t wait.”
****
-- FRIDAY, JANUARY 30, 2009 --
No, Adrienne didn’t toss her birth control pills and we didn’t get started on making babies right away or anything. The four of us got dressed and headed downstairs to find Kirstie leading the freshman in prepping dinner for the ten of us. We had a pleasant meal, the Tri-Delts all went home, and Dayna and Monique left as well.
The ensuing week was one of the happiest of my life. Adrienne continued to spend every single night with me (up to eighteen in a row now), and Dawn and Summer joined us for three of them. I jerked awake to morning blowjobs. I woke up girls by jamming my morning woods into them while they were still asleep. I managed to get out of attending any more of Adrienne’s personal trainer workouts. And I got plenty of “personal workouts” with wicked hot babes.
June and I were still on paid leave. Mila Visser called to complain about how long it took government bureaucracy to complete even the most routine tasks. In the meantime, I literally had nothing better to do than hang out at home and fuck everything with a pair of tits that came within arm’s reach.
The Tri-Delts continued to visit between classes during the day, at least whichever ones happened to have classes on the west side of campus. They’d immediately strip down to their underwear and just go about their regular day as if fully-clothed: doing homework, making meals, and chatting with their friends. The “seize and inseminate” charter was still on the wall, and the girls weren’t shy about giving me coy looks inviting me to do just that.
For Kim Monday, Dawn and Summer offered to go hang out at Kim and June’s house to babysit, which freed up the pair of Asian babes to come over. June and Nora both definitely had a thing for busty blondes and they sandwiched Quinn between them while Kim went for a ride on me reverse cowgirl with Kirstie’s face in her crotch.
On Tuesday, I abruptly reached over the back of the couch, hooked my hands under Zahri’s armpits while she was playing chess with Neera on the coffee table. They both were whip-smart Grandmaster-level chess players who often played in the house during their downtime. I really didn’t know who was about to win nor did I really care when I literally dragged the busty Nigerian babe screaming in surprise over the backrest, and she accidentally kicked the board and sent half of the pieces sprawling. I threw her over my shoulder, and carried her into the laundry room. There, I dumped Zahri atop the dryer while it was heated up, drying a load. And when I shoved my tongue down her throat and yanked her boyshort panties down to her ankles, the red-hot black beauty quickly got into the mood by reaching into my pants and jacking me to hardness before pulling me inside her wet and willing cunt.
After I spooged Zahri full of cum, she panted at me with a sated smile but also reproachful eyes. “I was about to win the game!”
Neera snorted from her position leaning against the doorjamb with her right hand in her bikini-cut panties. “We’ll play another. AFTER I get that yummy cum.”
I pulled out and got out of the way. Neera squatted down to start slurping out the creampie, and I realized I hadn’t really gone soft yet. So I simply raised up Neera’s hips, nudged her legs apart, and shoved my still-hard schlong into her sweet brown snatch from behind, pumping the Indian babe hard until the stimulation reinvigorated my prick to the point where I was able to fire off a second load that basted the teenage Tri-Delt’s womb.
On Wednesday, Dawn put on a strap-on Ben Junior and she and I spent a couple of hours bending dancer Mi-young and gymnast Tova into various pretzel shapes and violating them in all kinds of contorted positions. Tova could actually fold her arms on the floor, set her chin down on them, and then curl her body in a complete circle so that her feet were flat in front of her face. THAT was definitely a unique way to fuck.
And then of course in the end, Mi-young donned the strap-on so that the two Tri-Delts and I could make Dawn airtight.
On Thursday, I sodomized Jayden in the kitchen with copious amounts of olive oil. Jordyn immediately said she wanted to go next.
Oh, and then I stole Jayden’s sandwich.
And none of this even counts the amazing times Adrienne, Dawn, Summer, and I enjoyed our evenings after the Tri-Delts went home.
Now it was Friday, exactly one week since I’d come home from playing basketball to find twelve hot girls and a whole bunch of colored silicone bracelets waiting for me in the house. Once again, Dawn and I were walking home after basketball with the twins, but tonight I knew with absolute certainty that Adrienne wasn’t going to spring the same crazy idea on me twice.
I was right.
Counting Dawn, there were TWENTY lingerie-clad girls in The Nest.
Dawn, Adrienne, Summer, Jayden, Jordyn, Nora, Kirstie, Neera, Mi-young, Tova, Zahri, and Quinn, I was expecting. Paloma and Chanthavy were ex-pledges I’d first hooked up with at the TD Halloween Party. Whitney Arvidsson was Nora’s friend, ex-TDW, and she didn’t live too far away, so she wasn’t a total surprise. Lakhi Sharma was Neera’s cousin and also ex-TDW. Last I heard, she’d moved to LA after college, but apparently she was in town for the weekend. And on top of all that, Dayna, Monique, Kim, and June were also present and accounted for.
I had to ask one question first: “Where’s BJ?”
Kim grinned. “Lynne’s babysitting.”
“Ah.”
The living room furniture had all been pushed to the walls and the entire room was covered in high-density painter’s plastic. Adrienne held up packs of paintbrushes and announced cheerily, “We’re having an edible painting party!”
I surveyed the twenty girls across the room, took a deep breath, gave her a weary smile, and asked once again, “Can I please have one of those pills?”
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Jon
"not even a three-girl rotation" Aww that's too bad. Sounds like fun.
