Showtime [part 10 (2/4)]

[anonymous]

Showtime
To Catch a Falling Star
Part 10 (section 2)
By Anonymous




Winona came in early the next morning wanting to have breakfast with Steve
before her busy day began.
Entering the living room she wasn't surprised to see it littered with his
clothes, a pair of black stockings, jacket, and a bra. She picked up the bra
wondering which one of the gang it belong to, it puzzled Winona that she didn't
see any cars outside except Steve's. That's when she saw the open handbag on the
end table, there looked to be almost a thousand dollars sticking out of the top.
She spun around looking at the stairs leading to the bedrooms. "Holy fuck!" She
muttered under her breath. She was shocked and dismayed. Heading upstairs to the
bedroom Winona grew angrier and more distraught with each step, the delicate
lace bra being mangled into a ball in her hand.

Being a light sleeper Steve awoke when he heard someone coming up the stairs.
Carefully he slid out of bed without waking Heather and put on his robe. He
manage to get out of the room just in time to see Winona coming down the hall,
she seemed upset about something. "Morning Winona." He whispered. She stopped in
front of him, Steve could see she was really pissed off. "Hey are you alright?"
Her face was etched in anger and frustration, she threw the bra at his chest. He
caught it and looked down at the red sexy lingerie. "You Fuck, how could you do
this to us, to Bridget?" He wasn't quite awake yet and confusion set in. "Huh?"
Winona stood back with her hands on her hips. "You get that whore out of here
right now, and I won't tell the others, this time." He looked at her motioning
to the bedroom. "But that's…" Winona was mad that he was trying to defend his
betrayal and cut him off. "I don't give a shit who she is, you snake. Get her
out in five minutes, or I swear I will tell Bridget. Don't make me do that!"
Steve now realized what Winona was thinking. "Listen Winona you…"

She jumped on him again, "We trusted you, but you had to go and find a new
playmate?" Knowing she'd never let him get a word in edge wise he grabbed her
arm propelling Winona towards the bedroom door. "You asshole! Let me go! I'm not
going to be another sex toy for you." Her knee came up and connected with his
goodie bag, Steve howled like a guy who had jumped on a seatless bicycle. Winona
kicked him again as he slumped to the floor clutching his privates. She was
startled when the door opened behind her. Winona spun around to face the slut
Steve had brought home. "HEATHER!!?"

Heather looked at Winona and then down at poor Steve curled up on the carpet.
"What the hell is going on here!?" She crouched down to help him. "Winona why
did you do that?" Winona was horrified, "Oh SHIT! I-I thought you were a whore."
Heather glance up at her quizzically, "Gee thanks." Winona moved to help Heather
get Steve on his feet. "No I mean when I came in I saw the clothes and underwear
in the living room, and then the money in the purse. " She looked at her friend,
"I thought the purse looked familiar. I'm sorry Steve." He was on his feet
barely. "Help me get him over to the bed." Heather ordered.

"I'm so sorry Steve!" Winona kept on whining like a broken CD. "Forgive me
please?" She held his head in her lap on the bed while Heather inspected his
goodies for damage. Steve was still in the land of pain, "I tried to tell
you..." He moaned. Winona was now crying, "I just saw the money, and I couldn't
come to any other conclusion." Heather looked up at her, "He's a bit red but I
don't think you broke anything." He bucked as she touched a testicle. "I did a
striptease for him last night, and after I got him all hot and horny, I told him
it would be a thousand bucks if he wanted sex." Winona looked at her friend.
"You made him pay for sex, and he paid?" Heather giggled, "Yep, I'll donate the
money to a worthy cause." Steve moaned, "No more charities, they won't quit
bugging me as it is." Heather smiled, "Alright I'll buy something for Eva then."
Winona stroked his hair, "Can you forgive me?" Steve looked up at her, "I guess
so, it's rather flattering to know how possessive you have become of me. But
what are you doing here so early this morning?" She gave a slight smile, "I came
by for breakfast." Heather giggled, "Well you've already scrambled his eggs."
The girls laughed, Steve failed to see the humor in it.

Winona went back downstairs and prepared breakfast for all of them. Heather took
Steve into the shower and cleaned all of his hard to reach places. Getting out
of the shower they dried each other off, Steve still could not get over how
perfect Heather's body was, especially her skin. A well toned tan with nary a
blemish, dry spot, or stretch mark. Her magnificent legs dripped with tiny drops
of water, which ran down little rivulets along her thighs and over her knees.
She caught him staring at her, "Enjoying the view?" He smiled a bit, "You just
keep getting better with each passing day." It was the first time he'd seen
Heather blush. "Oh gosh." He helped her into a bathrobe, his arms pulled her in
from behind. "I just want you to know how much last night meant to me." He
whispered in her ear. "The stripping or the sex?" She asked smiling. "The talk
and having you fall asleep in my arms." She looked at him oddly in the mirror,
"Oh, you are good." Heather turn around in his arms hugging him tightly resting
her curly blonde head on his shoulder. A solitary tear formed in the corner of
her eye and ran over her cheekbone.

"COME and get IT!" Winona yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Heather wrapped
a towel round her damp hair and they quickly got dressed. Her face was still a
bit wet Steve couldn't tell if she'd been crying.
Coming out of the bedroom Heather stooped down and picked up her brassiere,
which Winona had crumpled up, luckily the wire wasn't bent.

Bouncing into the kitchen they gave Winona kiss, as she poured the milk. "Need a
hand?" Heather asked. "Nah just sit down it's all ready." Steve took a seat and
picked up the morning paper, which Winona had thoughtfully fetched in. She put
the plates in front of them, eggs, bacon, and toast. Looking up from the paper
he could see straight down the neckline of her sweatshirt. A smile came to his
face when he realized she was not wearing a bra, Winona's milky white breasts
jiggled as she leaned far over and put his plate down. "Looks good." He
commented. She noticed where he was gawking, and pushed her gaping sweater back
in. "Get a good look?" She said sarcastically. He looked at her seriously, "Not
really if you could just..." Her hand missed his face by an inch.

It had become a game with them, the girls would tease Steve daring him to peek
down their tops or up their dresses. Steve would try to be casual about it and
ignore them, or at least not get caught. When he did they'd call him a pervert
or try to slap him. Jennie, and Bridget were the worst, they would often give
him a quick flash just to get a reaction. Heather, Winona, and Jennifer were
considered the prudes always being self conscious about their attire. Alyssa and
Sarah didn't care one way or the other, often parading around the house in not
much more than their underwear. It drove Steve to distraction such that he often
asked them to put some clothes on.

Steve stared at the plate curiously, one of his eggs sunny sides up had a broken
yoke. It's yellow insides flowed out over the white outer edge and pooled next
to his toast, and Heather saw it too. "I didn't do that on purpose." Winona
stated when she saw them looking, Steve just frowned and started eating, while
the girls talked between themselves.

A few minutes later Winona interrupted his train of thought as he was reading
the hockey scores. "Steve, who's Rebecca?" He looked up, "I don't know Rebecca
who?" She nodded to the fridge, "It's marked on the calendar you're having lunch
with Rebecca and John today at 1PM."He tried to look as indifferent as possible,
"Rebecca Romijn and John Stamos." Both of his lovers looked at him, "The
supermodel and that guy from Full house?" He shrugged. "If I can get her and a
couple of other supermodels on board it could pave the way for the whole lot of
them. "You could be right." Heather appraised. "Just be careful those
supermodels are all bunch of disease ridden over priced whores." Winona warned.
"Funny, that's what they said about you actresses." He laughed and bolted from
the room before they could nail him.

The meeting with the couple was everything Steve had hoped, getting her to sign
up would hopefully influence many of the other supermodels. She was beautiful
and tall almost six feet, he found her to be charming in addition to her hot
looks. John was a damn luck guy, but then again so was Steve. As they finished
lunch John spotted someone across the room and waved.

Steve saw a captivating brunette approach, her long light brown hair flowing out
behind her 5'6" trim figure. The translucent yellow blouse did nothing to hide
her firm high B-cup breasts, underneath she wore a navy blue camisole with lacy
scallop trim. The short black skirt she wore displayed her finely curved legs
making her seem taller in her matching dark stockings and two-inch pumps. "Lori.
Hi." She waved back. "John how are you, funny meeting you here today." John and
Steve got up from the table Rebecca remained seated. Lori gave John a hug and
leaned over to kiss Rebecca on the cheek. "Hello Rebecca." John's wife smiled
and gave her a quick embrace. As Lori straightened up she turned to Steve. John
introduced them, Lori was Lori Loughlin his former co-star "wife-also named
Rebecca" from the series Full House. Steve smiled as he finally recognized her.
"Damn was she ever pretty." He thought. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties
but looked ten years younger, Lori was wholesome fresh looking.

She was invited to join them in the booth and John ordered her a drink. Steve
scooted down a bit as Lori slid in beside him. The booth was constructed with a
U shape bench seat, so people could sit against the back wall, which was where
Steve now sat with Lori on his left side and Rebecca to his right, John sat on
her right side nearest the aisle. Like most people in town she had heard of the
dashing Mr. Steven Colt, and the rumors that he was dating many different women.
In the past week he had been seen with Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyssa Milano, and
Winona Ryder. Lori could certainly see why women were attracted to him. Steve
was the not so tall but still dark and handsome type. He had strong facial
features, the kind that got peoples attention at the first glance, he was one of
those men who could speak volumes with a just a look.

Steve went through a brief explanation of why he and the Stamo's were meeting.
Lori seemed intrigued with the idea of a privacy protection agency for
celebrities. As he talked Steve tried to concentrate on his words and not the
gaping neckline of her blouse. Only when Lori looked to John for his evaluation
of this new idea, did Steve dare snatch a peek down her top. His reward was a
delightfully generous view of Lori's left breast as she leaned forward with her
elbows on the table. It was small and firm, mounted high on her chest sticking
out like a giant mole hill, her white skin unblemished as her tit rose with each
breath. It was a definitely a nice hand full. The dark pinkish nipple was nicely
button shaped he thought there was a certain hardness to it.

Steve looked over at Rebecca as she too was now leaning on the table, the v-neck
of her white tennis blouse seemed to bellow forth for his enjoyment. As he
already knew from seeing her nipples poking through earlier Rebecca wasn't
wearing a bra. Her fuller more rounded breasts came into view, as expected they
were well tanned and incredibly firm for their size. Rebecca's nipples were dark
almost brownish in color probably due to spending so much time outdoors. Luckily
for Steve no one at the table saw where he was looking, he jumped back into the
conversation when Rebecca asked him about married couples. Just looking at her
face made most men cum in their pants, but Steve had been practicing with
Alyssa, Winona, and Heather. They had tired their best to distract him with
little looks or movements, sometimes it worked but he could now talk to the most
beautiful women without becoming too tongue tied, or gibbering like a fool.

As the talk ended John's cell phone rang and he was called away. Rebecca and
Lori would stay to finish their drinks, but got up to go to the powder room.
Steve said goodbye, shaking hands with all of them, and waited to sign the check
then he would leave and go back to the office. While he sat alone at the table
the waiter brought over the check, and returned his ****** card. Embarrassingly
Steve had to shake his pen to get it working, after scrawling his name on the
slip the waiter separated the customer's copy, quickly glancing at his tip
before handing it to Steve and bidding him a good day. Steve smiled and folded
his receipt up sticking it in his pocket. He picked up his 50$ fountain pen, and
shook it a couple of times. It slipped out of his fingers and hit the table,
rolling off onto the seat were it bounced onto the floor under the table. He
cursed as he kneeled down, and crawled under the table to find it.

The large, long tablecloth swallowed him up as he went under the table. In the
diffused light he found his pen and was about to get up when two pairs of feet
appeared under the table. Rebecca and Lori were back, before he could get back
out, or even warn them they sat down and adjusted their skirts. Both women had
their legs slightly open, a strong musky smell filed his nostrils. God had
allowed just enough light under there for Steve to see all the way up between
their thighs, his eyes grew large when he saw neither of them was wearing
panties. Lori's black nylons were slut stockings with thick embroidered elastic
tops no garters were needed, while Rebecca's legs were bare, as was her bush.
Modeling swimwear she had to keep it trimmed and shaven, Steve could just make
out a thin strip of blonde pubic hair on her Venus mound, her lips were
completely shaven. Lori on the other hand had a nicely trimmed triangular patch
of short curly brown pubis covering her mons. Steve sat still his face a foot
away from their knees, wondering how he could explain this, and not look like a
pervert. He had just summoned the courage to get up when Lori put her hand on
Rebecca's knee, massaging it slowly moving her hand along the supermodels inside
thigh. "Lori, we're in public." Steve heard Rebecca whisper. "Don't worry his
booth is way in the back, we can see anyone before they get close enough to
figure out what we're doing." The lunch rush was over and people were leaving
the restaurant. Steve knew he wasn't going anywhere now.

Rebecca timidly put her right had on Lori's left leg and shyly pushed her skirt
up towards her waist revealing everything Steve's unwitting gaze. Each woman's
hand quickly found her lovers warm pussy and slipped a finger inside to bring
out the just dessert which was baking within. Lori and Rebecca scooted to the
edge of the seat as they diddled each other, cupping their cunts in one
another's hands giving them a gentle squeeze. Steve had to move back a bit so he
didn't get a knee the eye, he found himself wondering if Rebecca's husband John
knew what his new wife, and former co-star were doing. Maybe Steve wasn't the
only guy in town with a harem. As the lesbians spread their legs Steve had to
shove his hand in his mouth to keep from crying out. Lori stretched her right
leg out bracing it against the opposite seat of the booth, almost kicking him in
the face. The intoxicating scent of their love holes was driving him nuts and
hard. Each woman now had two fingers up her friend's snatch they were positively
dripping wet, he could hear their soft whisper like moans of desire. A circus
like tent formed in his pants as his pole was erected.

Rebecca over coming her initial hesitation now had her index finger buried deep
inside Lori's wet willing hole, the brunette was slowly flexing her thighs
together tightening her grip on Rebecca's finger. She began to wiggle around on
the seat trying to fuck her friend's hand. Steve could see the lighter pink
tissue of her vagina as the model's finger moved steadily in and out. Lori now
had two fingers probing Rebecca's fine piece of tail, the blonde sex kitten was
rubbing her clit with her left hand, urging her lover to go faster deeper. Steve
just sat there and stared like a kid, barley believing what he was seeing.

Lori slowed down and gently pulled Rebecca's hand away from her snatch. Steve
saw her legs turn sideways towards her friend. "Lori what are you doing?" He
heard Lori "shh" the other women. Before he realized it the dark haired actress
slipped under the table.

There was a look of utter astonishment and fear on both of their faces. Steve
put his finger to his lips, and showed her the pen, giving her an apologetic
smile. Lori was stunned this guy was either the biggest sicko in town, or just
extremely lucky. She had to keep this a secret, spying the huge tent in his
pants she decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey Lori you okay?" They
heard Rebecca whisper. Lori lifted the table cloth up enough for her gal pal to
see Steve cowering under the there Rebecca was shocked. Steve gestured with his
pen and tried to look pitiful. "Look you don't tell anyone about us, and we
won't rat on you, deal." Lori demanded. Steve knew if the girls found out about
this, there wouldn't be enough of him left to put in a cosmetics bag. He nodded
like an eager child.

"Looks like you need a hand down here." Lori smiled. Unzipping his pants, his
prick sprang up like a jack in the box. Both girls let out a low, "oooh." Lori
quickly bent over taking his erection in her mouth. It was warm and soft in
there, he fought the urge to groan as her tongue licked the rim of his head and
her cheeks suck his rod into her mouth. "Oy Vay could this girl give head." He
thought. Up and down she went, her skilled tongue rubbing along his cock as her
bobbed up and down. Lori's lips gripped his dick firmly in their grasp as they
glided over his shaft stretching to encompass his width. As her lips traveled
down his shaft the transition from mouth to throat was so smooth Steve wouldn't
have noticed if it hadn't been for the narrowness of her neck. She knew how good
she was after all this was how she kept her grades up in university, and how she
landed the role on Full House. She looked up to check the expression on his
face, sure enough he was ready. Lori got on her knees and turned her back to him
pulling her skirt up over her back she motioned for him to mount her. Rebecca
kept an eye out as Lori's lips touched her vulva. Steve knew he had no choice,
he hated to betray the girls, but these two dastardly vixens had him over a
barrel, or was that a table. On the other hand Lori did have very nice form as
she spread her knees wide for him, her wet sex beckoned to him.

Crouching low his chest touching her back, with penis in hand Steve
pre-positioned himself between her cheeks barely touching her slit with the tip
of his pre-cumming head. Lori was already licking the inner folds of Rebecca's
splayed labia as the blonde bitch in heat massaged the back of Lori's head.
Steve held the long-legged brunette around the waist with his left arm and aimed
his missile into her with his right hand. Lori reached back between her thighs
and guided his length into her.

Being unmarried she was joyfully tight as her strong cunt muscles resisted him.
Steve pulled back bringing her pussy with him as it gripped his cock. Plunging
back into Lori he felt her passage ease a tad as her juices coated his prick.
Soon he was fucking her like a greased pig, Lori wiggled her hips around as he
screwed her with short fast strokes. The friction inside her cunt was causing
Lori to heat up like an easy bake oven, as Steve hot element rammed her from
behind. Lori almost screamed as the biggest man she had ever taken stretched her
opening like a rubber band. She knew she would never be the same again, he
seemed to fill her desires so completely.

Rebecca was by no means being ignored, as Lori paid careful attention to her
open sex flicking her partner's clit with her tongue while shoving two fingers
into her sopping wet box. The blonde goddess rocked her pelvis against her
lover's face and hand hoping to cum quietly. Lori could feel Rebecca's cunt
sucking her long fingers into her begging for more, she deftly slipped a third
finger along side the other two. Rebecca gripped the edge of her seat to keep
from vaulting off. Lori looked up, "Like that don't you?"
Her playmate nodded. "One day I'll shove my whole hand up there." She could tell
Rebecca was on the verge of cumming putting her face back down Lori finished
licking her lover.

Steve moved his hands along her flanks feeling her ribs under his fingers. The
swell of her small breasts rested in the palms of his hands as he tweaked her
hardened nipples through the soft layers of clothing. Working a button or two,
open he was able to slip a hand inside and fondle her bare breasts one at a
time. He was delighted to find them small and firm yet so soft to the touch.
They were about the same size as Sarah's, yet a bit heavier.

Steve slowed his thrusts whispering in Lori's ear, "I can't hold back anymore."
Her cunt tightened around his cock as she pushed herself back against his loins.
Turning her head Lori kissed him with whatever energy she had left in her, her
tongue played out the final scene in his mouth as he sent cock swelled filling
her vagina with his white stringy seamen. She moaned appreciatively into his
mouth as her simultaneous orgasm sent small ripples through her womb and beyond.
Their kiss lasted the length of her orgasm. Above them Rebecca suddenly went
stiff as her body shuddered with a subtle climax which brought her a similar
sensation of pleasure.

Everyone relaxed enjoying the fruits of their labor, as soon as he went soft
Steve removed himself from the confines of Lori Loughlin's pussy. Sitting back
he watched as the two girls traded places, Lori got up and sat down while
Rebecca slide under the table. She smiled at him as her mouth engulfed the head
of his cock, quietly and quickly she cleaned him up. Loving the taste of his
sperm, and Lori's girl cum in her mouth. Her deep throating was too much for
Steve as he became hard again and squirted a leftover batch of jizz into her
mouth, which Rebecca simply swallowed as she sucked him dry. Then he sat and
watched as the Revlon cover girl turned around, and licked his cum out of her
lovers cunt. If he wasn't so dried out he might have been tempted to try Rebecca
on for size too.

When Rebecca was done, Lori smoothed her dress back down over her thighs and
signaled for both of them to come back up. They sat there nervously for a bit
looking around to see if anyone had caught them. When no one looked their way
they all relaxed. The girls looked at him with worry, "You won't tell anyone?"
Rebecca asked. Steve shook his head, "No way." She smiled, "John doesn't know
about Lori and I." Steve nodded, "It's okay, remember I'm here to protect your
privacy." He added nervously, "I trust you two won't be mentioning this to
anyone either?" They smiled knowing that if his girlfriend found out, whichever
girl she was, he'd be so dead they'd have to bury him twice. (Licensed to Drive)


As they calmly finished their drinks and left, Lori leaned over and whispered to
him, "Oh by the way, you were great." He saved the smile for later, "Well I had
terrific partners." He returned. The next couple of day's he was a bit jittery
around Bridget and the others, half expecting a phone call that never came. He
was laden with guilt about cheating on them. He almost confessed to them but
realizing that would put Rebecca and Lori in jeopardy he kept his word. ALyssa
thought he was working too hard.

The holidays where coming up and he made plans to spend time with the girl's
families, Christmas Day would be at Winona's parents home with the Fonda's,
couldn't wait to meet all the relatives. They were glad to have him back from
his "R&R" both the families understood the pressure of media scrutiny. Also of
interest was the new project he was involved in, ironically Ted Turner was a
major contributor both financially and morally to the new company Steve was now
in charge of. The girls had borrowed some of the capital from him in addition to
their own money, and a couple of business guru's to help polish the report they
had prepared for Steve. People were still after him of interviews, movie rights
etc. even more so since his brief disappearance. But something bigger was
looming out on the horizon.

December 23rd the American owned super tanker Mount Rushmore was sunk in the
Yellow Sea, one hundred miles off the coast of North Korea. Unconfirmed reports
are that an explosion occurred which could been seen for hundreds of miles, all
twenty-five crewmembers believed to have perished in the fire. Twenty-four hours
later the governments of Japan and US accused North Korea of unprovoked attacks
on merchant vessels in international waters. The Chinese and North Koreans
claimed they were innocent of any wrong doing and protested the American ship
was in North Korean territorial waters. Two days before Christmas the world took
a closer look at Communist Asia, Steve and the girls were now yesterday's news.

Christmas morning Steve was looking froward to sleeping in, he had been working
twelve-hour days in his new capacity of CEO. Then some asshole rang the doorbell
at 6 AM, he hadn't been up that early on Christmas morning since he was ten.
Throwing on a robe he got to the door and looked through the peephole. Unlocking
the door he shook his head, "What are you guys doing here at this time of the
morning?" Sarah smiled brightly, "Merry Christmas to you too Steve." Kissing him
on the cheek as she went in. Alyssa came up behind her, "We didn't want you to
wake up alone this morning." He smiled at Bridget, as she greeted him. "Merry
Christmas Steve." He closed the door and yawned, "What about your families?" The
girls put the presents on the coffee table, Alyssa went to put the kettle on
while Sarah got started on breakfast. "We're going to them later this morning,
and you're coming with me. Then tonight you and I are going to the Horowitz's
with my family." Steve went to the closet and got out the presents he had bought
for them. He hadn't had time to put up a tree or decorate, not that he was ever
in the habit anyway.

While breakfast was simmering they ripped into the gifts. Steve opened Sarahs
gift first a large box. On top of a layer of tissue paper was a set of kneepads.
"Gee Sarah I got you the same thing." She gave him a playful swipe. Underneath
the paper he found a set of inline skates and a helmet, "Don't worry I'll teach
you, we'll have fun. Besides you need to get in shape." He looked at them, "I'm
fine." Bridget let out a sharp laugh. "Ha, we've decided to put you on a workout
schedule, Sarah has volunteered to be your personal trainer two nights a week."
Steve grinned. "Oh that should be fun." Sarah fixed him with a steely gaze. "For
me it will be, we what you to have a washboard stomach, broader shoulders, and
tighter buns." Steve groaned, "Oh great if it doesn't kill me first." Alyssa
smiled, "Don't worry it'll be worth it."

She then went downstairs and with Sarah's help brought up a mountain bike.
"Wow!" He exclaimed, lifting it up. "You and I are going riding, you need to
work on your stamina." He put the bike down, "There is a better way of building
stamina." She pushed him away. "Yes but you can't do it in public." She also got
him a sculptured cherub holding a cross. "The angel is for your house, to
protect you." He grinned, "Oh I guess it'll do when you're not around."
Bridget's gift was a set of golf clubs, "I hope I still have the same handicap,
it's been a few years." She put her arms around his shoulders. "Uncle Ted paid
for your membership, and sponsored you at a club where he is on the board."
Steve took out a driver and swung it around, "I'll try not to make him look
bad."

Sarah got a pair of colorful leotards, aerobics shoes, and 22k gold small hoop
earrings. They made her model the outfit for Steve, she changed in the bedroom.
When Sarah came back in Steve could easily see her nipples outlined in the thin
fabric, as she twirled around a panty line was not visible either, but the bulge
of her lips was. "Look as good as they feel?" She asked angelically squatting in
front of him with her knees pointing outwardly. He nodded sinfully. Alyssa was
delighted with the peach designer blouse, he picked out for her, the short black
wool skirt, and the gold spiral earrings with diamond chips. He almost swallowed
his tongue, when she came out braless and panty free. Especially when Alyssa
stood with her back to him from two feet away and bent over, looking up at him
between her legs. He didn't know where to look, or was that lick. Bridget was
enamoured as she opened the box containing a bright yellow and blue swimsuit,
and two weekend plane tickets to the Hawaii, with one-quarter karat diamond
earrings. She began to cry, "Earrings a bit much huh? I remembered I owe you a
weekend, and Montana is freezing this time of year." He whispered as she
tearfully hugged him. The swimsuit was not thong but conventional, the neck cut
low just enough to tease her cleavage, the back came down almost to her bum
showing off her exposing her sharp shoulder blades and delicately curved spine.

Alyssa and Sarah went to change, and then laid the table for breakfast. Steve
went for a quick shower, Bridget jumped in and gave him more personal present.
When they got out a few minutes later, they found
Sarah and Alyssa in the kitchen, going at it like dykes each of them had their
fingers firmly planted in the others seasonal mail slot. Their lips locked in a
Vulcan sex grip, as they humped hands. Sarah's strong practiced fingers splayed
Alyssa's soft moist lips apart letting her middle finger massage her silken hole
from the inside out. Lyssa's face strained with feeling as her young tryst
manipulated her sex in her skilled hand.

From behind they watched as Sarah's molded ass swayed with the motion of
Alyssa's hands, her cheeks being squeezed like ripe cantaloupes. The tips of the
brunettes fingers gently working their way into the blondes ass, and slit. A
soft cry emanated form Sarah as she felt her sex being penetrated, by her
lover's slender digits. Gradually the girls moved with a harmony, which only two
females could, driving their fingers deeper into each other as the thumbs
rotated around their clits. The kissing became more intense as each moment past.
Sarah's tongue had driven Lyssa's back into her own mouth, where it lay
submissive to her oral stroking. Alyssa's mouth hung open to the young girl's
domination as they caressed each other with their curvaceous figures. Alyssa's
larger stiff nipples rubbing around Sarah's smaller points through the thin
material of their clothes, while their tits moved back and forth over one
another.

Sarah broke the kiss and sank to her knees unbuttoning Lyssa's blouse. Her eye's
opened to look at the top of Sarah's head, revealing Bridget and Steve lurking
in the doorway behind her. She just smiled at them and let her keep going. The
blonde begin working the massive bulk of Lyssa's tits into her mouth, starting
at the bottom of the breast and licking upwards over the nipple, one stroke at a
time. Alyssa closed her eyes again, guiding Sarah's mouth along her breast's, as
her nipples hardened to the max. Then pushing her down to the floor she pulled
Sarah's pants from ankles and placed each foot over her shoulder. Leaning
forward on all fours she plunged her tongue between the slayers legs. Sarah's
head went back as the soft wetness of her friend's kiss brushed her clit. Alyssa
kissed her sweet excited pussy sucking Sarah's life juices from her vagina, as
Sarah fold her legs around Lyssa's head. Her hips thrust out to the tongue which
wiggled between them in search of an orgasm. Alyssa's hands grabbing at her
companions toned muscular buttocks. She was envious of her taunt lean frame,
making her want to dominate the young girl even more.

Sarah eyes remained closed as Alyssa reinserted her fingers back into her musky
wet pussy, working three of them in as Sarah squirmed on the floor. Bringing her
to the verge of satisfaction, Alyssa looked up at Steve and turned around.
Quickly she slipped her own pussy up against Sarah's withering sex. Holding
hands the girls pressed and slithered their cunts together sounding like a
basket full of hungry kittens. The soft pair of trimmed lips kissing with wet
squishy sounds, as the two rubbed their ultra sensitive pussy's together. The
girls were pawing each others venus mounds which added to the heat coming off
their slippery lips. Steve wanted to sneak up and join in, but Bridget held his
hand. She understood that this was a girl thing, and there was no room at the
inn for a cock. They waited patiently for the girls to finish. Which was soon in
coming as Sarah screamed an orgasm as Alyssa's fingers pressed the button of her
clit, it was followed by Lyssa's equally loud cry of ecstasy when Sarah's warm
spunk gushed against her open gash.
Together they lay in a pool of their own making on the kitchen floor

Bridget and Steve clapped loudly, the two vixens opened their eyes blushing at
the performance they had unwittingly given. "Encore! Could have sold tickets to
that one." Steve smiled. Bridget thumped him on the chest with the back of her
hand. "Don't mind him he's just jealous." Sarah covered herself with her hands,
and a nice shade of red blush, "We were waiting for you guy's." Alyssa picked up
her leggings, "Yea what took you two so long?" Steve grinned with his arm around
Bridget, "She was slow getting started this morning." Bridget shrugged his arm
off, "He couldn't find my g-spot." The girls chuckled, "Guy's can't locate
g-spots with a map." Alyssa remarked. Steve frowned at them. "Didn't have
trouble hitting yours the other night." She blew him a kiss, "Lucky shot." He
advanced towards her, one hand threateningly on his zipper, "I'll show you
lucky." Alyssa grabbed Sarah, and pointed her in his direction, "This thing is
loaded." Steve unzipped his fly, "So is..." Bridget shouted, "Steve, behave
yourself. He zipped back up, "Oh okay."

He helped the girls to their feet, being rewarded with a friendly hug, "Glad you
enjoyed the floor show." Lyssa whispered, sticking her tongue to the roof of his
mouth. Sarah picked up her clothes, "Mind if we use your shower?" He nodded,
"Sure go ahead. I'll go and turn on the hidden camera and VCR." Alyssa frowned,
"Ha Ha, very funny. Come on Sarah follow me." Sarah gave Steve a look as she
went out, "Bridget keep an eye on him." Bridget called back, "Will do."

Steve grabbed her in bear hug, feeling his huge erection between her legs,
"Looks like you really enjoyed that show, let me take of that for you." She said
in a sultry voice. Dragging him over to the spot were the two nymphs had just
done it by the counter, she ordered Steve to place his hands behind his back and
closed his eyes. His cock bobbed out as she unzipped his pants pressed it
between her thighs. Bridget's lips touched his in a tender manner, "Ready my
love." Steve nodded eagerly. Reaching around him Bridget grabbed his wrists
together and forced them away from his back. This action tilted his crotch
towards her thrusting his penis up to her clothed vagina. Behind his back she
turned on the cold water tap, and plunged his hands into the icy stream.
"YEEIIAAA!" He yelled, as the blood rushed back to his chest, leaving him
deflated and docile. A moment later they heard two high pitched shrieks coming
from the bathroom. Bridget quickly turned off the tap, more screams were heard
as the water turned hot again.

A few minutes later two damp haired, grumpy starlets came tromping into the
kitchen. Steve immediately had his ears pinned back, for Bridget's little lark.
Any defense was useless as he tried to blame poor Bridget. She just smiled
innocently, "I hope that teaches you a lesson Steve." He eyed her wearily.
Breakfast was eaten, and the dishes thrown in the dishwasher, it was almost 7AM,
Alyssa and Sarah wished them a very Merry Christmas and left for home.

A little later the others called wishing them a Happy Christmas. He'd be seeing
them later in the week, except Jennifer who's parents lived out of town. They
had already exchanged gifts, he gave her a purple embroidered cardigan and gold
studded earrings. Her present to him was a pair of Italian leather shoes, and a
really great hot oil full body massage. At 9AM they left to spend the day with
Bridget's family out at the fateful ranch. When she took him for a stroll in the
garden he was surprised to find the spot where he was shot had been landscaped
over. A large olive tree had been planted there, it shaded a old fashion park
bench. They sat for awhile wordlessly communicating before returning to the
noise of Christmas in the house. Her father gave Steve an old biker's helmet
with a beaten up American flag painted on it. Recognizing it for what it was, at
first he refused to take it. Only at Bridget's urging did he accept the piece of
American film memorabilia from Peter Fonda's most famous film Easy Rider.

Dinner at the Horowitzs was an equally joyous affair. In a back room he and
Winona exchanged gifts, she adored the antique Victorian era Wedgewood broach he
gave her, with matching pewter earrings. Steve was pleasantly surprised with
dark gray Armani suit, silk tie, and jeweled clip with matching cufflinks.
Winona was envious when Bridget told her about the weekend in Hawaii that Steve
had planned for her.

Later in the week he was invited to Jennies, and Heather's, they made him a
combined gift of a ten thousand-dollar Rolex watch, shockproof, waterproof, duel
time zones. Steve got them a set of hand stitched quilted baby blankets, and a
set of oriental pearl earrings. They loved them.

Jennie's mother handed Steve a wrapped box. "This is from everyone." She smiled
and sat down next to him, it was easy to see where Jennie got her looks. If she
were half as beautiful as her mom at her age she would be stunning, Jennie was
on his other side. He lifted off the top of the box, it was a photo album with a
homemade fabric cover. Jennie opened the book, it contained photos and newspaper
clippings, of Jennie Heather, and all the girls. They were private pictures
taken of the girls growing up, with their families and friends. One of Heather
at summer camp, another of Sarah at her graduation, Jennie in a girl scout
uniform, a picture of Bridget in the bathtub, taken when she was a two, and
Winona at peace rally, others of Jennifer, Sarah, and Alyssa. Towards the back
of the book were pictures of them and Steve taken at the party, and during his
recovery in hospital. There were also newspaper clippings and magazine covers of
them on Time, Life, People.

Heather sat across from him, our mothers started putting it to together while
you where in hospital. He ran his fingers along the edge of the handmade cloth
cover, it had seven buttons sewn into the front each one a different type, the
white ribbons attached had one actresses name stitched in. "The ribbons were
Mrs. Horowitz's idea." Jennies Mom said. "The cloth came from my daughters and
Heather's outfits." She pointed out. "That's why the red and white fabric looked
so familiar." He thought. "You shouldn't have done that." Steve said in a quiet
voice. "It's alright." Jennie sighed up. "The clothes were a loss, I don't think
I would have worn them again anyway." Steve looked up at the women around him,
"Thanks I haven't had a photo album, in a long time." He leaned over and kissed
both of their mothers. They all got up and made their way to the dining room for
dinner. Jennie held Steve back a bit as the others went ahead, "My mother is a
happily married women, you watch it buster." Steve smiled and held his arm out
to escort her. "Relax she's a bit older than I like, but I think one of your
step sisters likes me." Jennie scowled at him. "Don't you even joke about that!"


Throughout the holiday he was constantly meeting new people, everyone who was
someone in Hollywood.
By now his stature in LA was so that he was being invited to the big parties, he
was always in the company of one of the girls usually Bridget, or Winona which
made him feel more at ease. By New Years he was starting to get to feel of
things. They went to a wild bash at the Hollywood Bowl, Bridget escorted Steve,
while Alyssa showed up with gal pals Reese Witherspoon, and Holly Marie Combs.
Winona was there with Matt Damon who had just broken up with Minnie Driver.
Sarah came in looking so grown up with Charisma Carpenter, Seth Green, and David
Boreanaz from BVS. Jennie arrived with her fiancé Peter, Tori, Tiffany and Ian,
while Heather decided to ring in the New Year at home with her family. During
the night he had full dance card, not only the girls, but their friends as well.


He was really taken back when, Alicia Silverstone came over and asked Bridget if
she could borrow him for slow dance. She just smiled and nodded, Steve watched
the girls as he took Alicia around the floor.
They were enjoying his obvious discomfort, probably making bets to see if he got
a stiffy. He found her intoxicatingly sensual, she moved lightly like cloud, and
everywhere he touched her she was so soft. Steve surmised that if he put
Jennie's face, on Sarah's body, threw in Jennifer's charm, he would have this
gorgeous creature before him. But of course his stable was already full. Unless
some manic burst in with a gun, or a car were to come crashing through the wall.
The girls would never accept her into the most exclusive club in the world. He
didn't know about the rumors of her being a lesbian.

He also danced with Shania Twain, she was a prime candidate for the business.
She was much shorter than he expected only about 5'3" or so. Steve could feel
her firm large breasts brushing against his chest as they waltzed around. Her
face was dreamy with a smile that could charm the wool off a sheep's back. They
shared a common bond, both had been suddenly thrust into the spot light of the
rich and famous. Both new to Hollywood and struggling to make sense of it all.
At the end of the dance she thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and extracted a
business card from the bra cup of her gown. Shania wanted him to call her about
signing up his new company. He took the warm stiff card, and promised he'd be in
touch with her personally.

His face was a mask of calm as he walked back to the table, where Bridget was
sitting with Winona and Matt, "What was that about?" They inquired casually.
"She want's to hire us." Steve smiled. "Asked me to call her personally." The
girls smirked. "You be careful you know what heartbreakers those country girls
can be." Steve smiled, knowing that if there were any improper advances on his
part, the only thing beating him to the hospital. Would be the headlights of the
ambulance was riding in. (Heartbreak Ridge.)

Jennie got him up for a slow dance. Alyssa was a real trooper and distracted
Jennie's fiancé Peter, by dragging him into a corner on the opposite side of the
crowded dance floor. Jennie rested her head on his shoulder as he rotated about
her, she didn't care if other people noticed. She just didn't want to fight with
Peter when they got home. People that did notice them, and respected their
relationship, Jennie was so relaxed as he danced with her, Steve couldn't even
hear the music, just the sound of her deep breathing. Jennie closed her eyes,
and felt the comforting beat of his heart reverberating through her chest.

Alyssa was not having such a good time, as Peter's hands kept grabbing her ass.
He couldn't believe Jennie's friend had asked him to dance, she was one hot
babe, and a handful too. Not that Jennie was homely, but she had that clean TV
no nudity image. She was a teasing type, always taking off her tops with her
back to the camera, only showing her tits to her co-stars. Wearing sexy lingerie
around the sets, giving guys accidental flashes. They first met filming a TV
movie called Unfinished Business, Jennie played a slut who was having an affair
with his father. Which he broke off after his wife recovered from her illness.
Then Jennie seduced his son played by Peter in an attempt to get back at him. He
still remembers the scene where he pushes Jennie on to the table, and gets on
top of her between her outstretched thighs pulling at her clothes, only to be
interrupted by the phone. He pulled her crotch right against his groin making
sure she felt the bulge in his pants. In real life she wouldn't let him fuck her
ass, and blowjobs forget it. Alyssa was beginning to regret the back less gown,
with the plunging neckline, she choose to wear for Steve this evening. It did
have a jacket but it was open at the front. Alyssa had gotten many lingering
stares from a lot of men, and scornful looks from the wives. Peter hadn't looked
at her face once, she could feel his hot breath on her bare open chest.

He would bet his Porsche those wild stories he'd heard of this slut doing
anything and everyone were true. She'd probably do him in the coatroom if he
could just get her there. Now this Alyssa, man he wished Jennie had her tits and
ass. Alyssa diplomatically kept moving his groping hands up off her derriere,
but he would just as quickly slip them back down. This creep had more moves than
Dennis Rodman, Alyssa was sure he didn't behave this way around Jennie. Alyssa
sighed, another guy who thought she would let him paw her, just because she did
a few nude scenes and had tattoos. He started working his thigh between her legs
like he was doing the Lambada, sliding his groin along it. Not that she could
feel anything down there, poor Jennie. When he stuck one of one of his hands
inside her dress grabbing her left breast, like it was a football. She decided
she'd had enough.

The drunken dope didn't even see it coming. Alyssa was now glad they where in a
dark corner partly hidden by the branches of palm plants. The spiked heel of her
4-inch pump landed squarely in the middle of his foot. The loud music and noisy
crowd drowned his howl of pain out. Alyssa thanked him politely for the dance
and smugly walked away. She hoped Jennie didn't find out for his sake.

Alyssa walked back to the table, "Where's Peter." Jennie questioned as she sat
down. "Oh, he's outside getting some air." Alyssa smiled. Jennie sensed Alyssa
was upset, but she wasn't going to let it ruin her evening. Peter always wanted
her get breast implants, he was slobbering over Lyssa's when she asked him to
dance. He probably tried to cop a feel, and Lyssa reacted Jennie assumed. She'd
deal with him in the morning, and make it up to Alyssa later.

"Hey stranger." A female voice called from behind them. Steve turned to see
Denis Quad and Meg Ryan.
Steve stood up and shook hands with them, giving Meg a small kiss as she hugged
him. Both of them had been frequent visitors during his hospital stay, Meg even
baked chocolate chip cookies for the nurses. She pulled him on to the floor.
"Mind if I steal him for a dance girls?" Denis watched his wife and Steve. "Well
I ain't gonna be left here like one handed clock. May I have the honor?" Bridget
smiled as she took his a hand and joined him. Meg reminded him of Jennie the way
she looked her short blonde hair, bluest of eyes.
She was as much fun as Alyssa to be with, with the same zest for life and
sparkle in her eyes. He remembered regaining consciousness and briefly feeling
her mouth on his. She smiled sweetly at him as they moved together, he'd have to
be careful with this one. Meg liked Steve a lot he was gentle, quite, yet
strongly confident. Mostly she liked the way he treated the girls, always
respectful, willing to take a joke, and sensitive to their needs. He was
untainted by the excesses of Hollywood.

The music ended and they went back to the table, where the couple stayed and
talked for a few minutes then moved on. Alyssa like the rest of the girl's, and
Steve was constantly being asked to dance. They hardly had time for each other,
but he did manage a couple of laps around with each of them. "Have I told you
how lovely you look tonight?" Steve asked as Alyssa swayed in he's arms. "Yes,
but keep on saying it." She fawned. He let his eye's feast on her dreamy looks,
her breasts heaved against his torso. His love ran deep for her, he wondered if
a marriage between them could work. She had wormed her way into his heart from
the minute his eye's captured her radiant smile, and ethereal beauty.

Just before midnight Winona, butted in while Steve had just finished dancing
with Charisma Carpenter. Never was such a name so well chosen, she was a dark
haired beauty, with a killer body and kind heart. He remembered when Sarah
brought her to the hospital, Charisma was friendly, and well spoken yet she
seemed reserved. Charisma moved well as they sailed around the floor. Steve
thanked her graciously for the dance and she left the floor. He turned and
slipped his arms around Winona, smiling at her dark features. For a girl who in
her teen years was often mistaken for a boy she looked pretty feminine right
now. Steve was constantly touched by Winona's, devotion to her friends her
thoughtfulness, in putting others first. Bridget was lucky to have her, indeed
so was he Winona smiled at Steve, she hoped her match making succeeded, and they
would marry in the near future.

In a way she was flattered Winona never thought of herself as glamorous or even
pretty. Many critics called her looks androgynous or boyish, Steve always made
her feel just as beautiful as Heather or any of the others. It made her feel
sexy inside.

Steve counted down to 1998 with Bridget in one arm and Alyssa in the other. This
was certainly better than last New Years. They kissed him on both cheeks at
midnight, and then let then others in. 1998 was going to be an interesting year.


Steve managed to get in a last dance with Sarah, and Bridget before the evening
ended. "That dress certainly brings out the women in you." He told Sarah. She
laughed, "You know how many men have laid that line on me tonight." He chuckled
softly, "I'll work on my material." Sarah moved closer to him, "It's okay I know
you're one of the few who isn't just saying it to get me in bed." His face grew
flushed. "Thanks it means a lot that you can see me as more than just a girl."
Steve held her a bit closer, "As Billy Joel once wrote. You're always a women to
me."

Just as they were getting ready to leave, Alyssa heard an all too familiar voice
calling. "Lyysssa, hey how's things." She turned around to see her ex-fiance
Scott Wolf, strutting towards them. "Hey sweetie Happy New Years, gimmie a kiss
for old times sake." If there was one person in the world she despised, it was
him. Their relationship came to a painful end for her, just before they were to
be married. The real hurt was how he blabbed the details of their break up all
over town. She gritted her teeth and smiled, "Hi Scott, Happy New Year's to you
too." Scott was tipsy from drinking but not quite drunk yet. He waved to the
people at gathered at the table, Steve, Bridget, Tony Danza, Holly Marie Combs,
Charisma Carpenter, Sarah, Bruce Boxlighter and his wife Melissa Gilbert. They
waved back uncomfortably. He put his arm around Alyssa, "Come on I got invited
to Sean Penn's place let's party like we use to." She pushed him away, "No
thanks!" He looked hurt, "What still sore at me cause I dumped you."

She looked at him with hate, "Shut up Scott!" He shrugged, "It's history,
besides it's your own fault for not putting out. I mean geeze we were engaged,
and you still wouldn't do it. Sure you were great at giving head, but hey I
wanted some real action. Of course maybe if you have those when we were dating."
He snickered gesturing to her implants. Alyssa slapped him so hard several
people standing around them stopped talking. " You asshole!" She cried. He shook
off the blow, and raised his hand to strike her down. "I would not do THAT! If I
were YOU!" Steve said in a strong deep controlled voice. Scott froze his hand in
mid air looking at Steve. "Fuck off hero, I have a black belt in karate." Steve
stepped in front of the karate kid, while Tony moved his little girl out of
harms way. "You've had your say, now just go." Scott sneered at him, "You think
little miss I'm saving myself for my wedding night, is gonna let you screw her
just because you stepped in? But then she has a really nice ass, know what I
mean. " Tony came up behind Steve. "That's enough Scott take a hike, before
someone gets hurt." Scott sneered at Tony, "Fuck you Danza, you're not her real
Father."

Steve put his hand up, before Tony pounded the kid into the floor. "I feel so
sorry for you Scott." The kid blinked, "Got nothing to feel sorry for. I'm a
star, with a hit show, money, girls, I got it all." Steve looked at him, and
shook his head sadly. "No, you let a wonderfully caring, generously
compassionate woman walk out of your life, and you're too stupid to know what
you've lost." Scott laughed at him, "You're the loser man." Steve shook his
head, "No you are, you just don't know it yet."

Scott tried a roundhouse kick to Steve's head. With one arm he deflected blow
and sent a right hook into the kid's jaw. He fell flat on his ass, he got up
quickly, and swung at Steve who ducked under the blow and hit him again. The kid
tottered and Tony pushed him to the floor. As Scott struggled to his feet a
second time, two bouncers grabbed him from behind and hauled him away in
protest. A security guard approached Tony and asked him a few questions.
Satisfied everything was okay he left. Tony offered his hand, "Well done, wish I
could have hit him."

Alyssa put her arms around both of them, and kissed Tony hard on lips. "Thanks
Tony." He blushed and smiled at her, "Now Lyssa we talked about that remember."
She pooed him, "I'm older now in case you haven't noticed." He looked down at
her white healthy chest. "Yes I have, and has your Dad seen you in that dress?"
Alyssa just frowned.

Steve turned to see if Alyssa was alright, "Sorry if I embarrassed you." He said
shaking his hand. She was all over him like a kid with puppy, "You were great!"
The kiss she planted on him was enough to turn his face bright red. "Alyssa
people are looking." She realized there was a small crowd around them, and
controlled herself. They just smiled and applauded politely. "Is your hand
okay?" She asked. Next time date someone with a softer jaw." He laughed. Alyssa
took some ice out of a glass and rubbed his knuckles. "Would you mind escorting
me and Holly home tonight?" She whispered he nodded. "Sure."

Sarah whispered into Charisma's ear, "That's our Superman." Charisma smiled at
the comparison. Melissa and her husband Bruce had watched the whole thing, while
standing beside Bridget. "Is he for real?" The red headed women asked. "Bridget
nodded, "Oh yeah, he's for real, and he can cook too." Melissa touched her on
the forearm. "Don't let him get away." Bruce put his arm around his wife, "I've
seen enough, we'll be at that meeting next month." Bridget smiled and shook
their hands, 'Thanks you won't regret it."

A few days later when word of the incident got around town Steve was christened
with the unofficial nickname of Dragon Slayer. To this day no one will admit
starting it. When Alyssa's parents found out they all but adopted Steve, her mom
made him an entire platter of sushi. However the girls gave him other pet names,
the Man of Steel which they used when they were alone, or Clark when they wanted
to refer to him in the presence of others. Clark came to be known as the network
executive who everyone had heard of but no one seemed to actually know or meet.
Nor did they realize that when Steve was around, the girls never spoke about
Clark.

When Jennifer got back in town a day later she heard all about it from Sarah,
and when she returned to work she heard Scott mouthing off say he was jumped by
both Steve and Tony. Neve Campbell who was also there that night saw the whole
thing quickly put him in his place. He spent the rest of the week sulking around
with people snickering behind his back. Jennifer just acted nonchalant about the
incident and kept quite, although she did have to put up with Neve and Lacey
bugging her with questions about Steve.

As the night finally ended Steve ended up driving Bridget, Alyssa, and her
friend Holly-Marie home.
He dropped Alyssa and Holly off, then went home with Bridget. She came out of
the bathroom and curled up next her Man of Steel.

At Alyssa's place they no sooner waved good bye, than Holly began interrogating
her about Steve. She had met Alyssa doing a Christmas special back in their teen
years. Quickly becoming friend's they had discovered the intimacies of lesbian
sexuality together. Later on they nursed each other through a string of broke
relationships, the last one being Holly's recent separation from estranged
husband.

Holly had accompanied her lover to the hospital on a couple of occasions to
visit Steve. As casual as they seemed, she saw there was something special
between them. The night Steve disappeared, Holly came over unexpectedly to find
Alyssa distraught with anxiety. Even then Alyssa refused to tell Holly anything
about her and Steve. Holly stayed the night listening while Alyssa sobbed
quietly to herself frustrated at her girlfriend's inability to trust her.

Shucking off of their party dresses they slept in Alyssa's big bed, one of her
small dogs lounging on the end. Alyssa could sense the uneasiness in the room.
Her secret relationship with Steve had slowly built a wall between them, she
hated having to keep her feelings for him hidden, especially from Holly and her
family. Alyssa knew Holly would keep asking questions, until she told her, or
their relationship was over. Alyssa turned to face Holly.

She could see Holly looking at her in the dark, "You okay?" She asked sleepily.
"Can we talk?" Lyssa inquired. "Sure what about?" Holly said in a neutral voice.
"Steve." Alyssa answered. Holly's eyes became dilated in the darkness. " But
first you have to promise me, that you will never tell another living soul what
I'm going to tell you okay? I mean no one ever not even my family." Holly
propped her head up on one arm, "I'd never betray your confidence." Alyssa
stared at her lover, "It's not me I'm worried about." Holly blinked. "I
promise."

Alyssa closed her eyes, when she opened them again her breathing became deep and
concentrated. Slowly and in detail she confessed to Holly about the origin of
her feelings towards the mystery man. The stalled elevator the note and key
under his door. "But you and Jennie are claustrophobic how did you spend an hour
in there with out going nuts, you can't even spend five minutes in a walk in
closet." A slender smile crossed Lyssa's lips. "Steve was very reassuring. He
just had an aura of comfort about him, like a warm fire place on a cold night."
Holly nudged her friend "And what about the key under the door?" Lyssa looked up
at the ceiling, "I just wanted to talk to him again, find out who he was where
he came form." Holly shook her out of lethargy, "So tell me what happened?"

She turned her head slightly, when I got back to my room, a man came to the door
delivering flowers."
Holly frowned, "That was fast." Alyssa put her hand on her confidant's shoulder.
"Steve didn't send them, I let the man in." Holly looked at her in confusion.
Lyssa looked away. Her voice softened to a bare whisper, as she turned to look
at her partner. "How could I have been so stupid, why did I open the door..."
Holly was stunned. "Oh God Lyssa I-I'm so sorry, why didn't you tell me?" Her
arms enfolded her lover, Holly cried for her. "It's okay." Alyssa comforted her.
"I'm past it now." She knew that wasn't true, but it was all she could say."
Holly wiped her wetted eyes, "Were you hurt?" Alyssa shook her head, "Only a few
scrapes and bruises. There wasn't any real penetration, just oral rape." Her
friend winced at the notion of a forced blowjob. "So that's how you got all
banged up, you didn't fall off your bike." Lyssa nodded. "Before he could
actually take me. Steve came in and knocked the man out cold, he saved my life
that night. I'll never forget the moment I looked up and saw him standing there.
He looked so sad, scared like, like he had failed me."

Holly shook her head, "Did you call the police? How did they cover it up?"
Alyssa looked down at her chest, "No no I didn't." Holly gasped, "You mean you
let him go, Alyssa what if he comes back? What if.." Alyssa looked at her
sharply, "He won't, he can't hurt me anymore." Holly was speechless, "What are
you saying?" Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Holly's face. "The man is dead,
Steve killed him." Holly's stomach did flip flops, "Oh my god, how?" Alyssa
slumped back onto the pillow, "A cocaine overdose the man was a junkie, Steve
found a bag and syringe on him. The next day he got a private doctor to see me,
and then he got on a plane and left. Just like that, probably wouldn't have seen
him again if I hadn't called him." Holly held Lyssa within her bosom, "They
know, Sarah, Jennie and Heather arrived at my room shortly after, the others
were told later."

Holly rocked with Lyssa, "I'm over it now." That wasn't quite true. Intense
coaching from the group helped Alyssa from completely breaking down, but once in
a while when she a Steve were alone she would remember that night, and he would
hold her while she had a little cry. In a sense he had become a security blanket
for all of them, never to be to far out of reach, always ready to be wrapped
around their shoulders protecting them from all that was evil in the world.
"You've slept with him." It was a statement. Lyssa nodded silently. "About time,
I was beginning to think you'd join a convent." Holly smirked. "So...." Lyssa
frowned. "Come on spill it, I've had my tongue in there you know." Holly
prodded. Alyssa blabbed the tale in detail, as Holly Oh'd and Ah'd. "I wish mine
could have been like that, he was over and done before I was even warm."

"We feel so at ease when he's nearby, we're like sisters, even closer." Holly
smiled warmly, "I understand now. I envy you, that's why I have my dogs." Alyssa
rolled over, her finger catching the single tear, from Holly's cheek. "You have
me." Alyssa's eyes closed as she kissed her bedmate.

Holly returned the kiss with eager anticipation, and made her way down Alyssa's
voluptuous body, ending with her lips around her vulva. Alyssa's hands massaged
Holly's sparse pussy, as the slightly younger girls leg's parted above her face.
Extracting a soft light cry of surrender from Holly before plunging her tongue
into fragrant sex. By this time Holly was already working a second finger into
Alyssa, as her tongue lapped at her engorged clit. As the girls brought their
sexual energy to the surface, Alyssa pushed Holly over and went to the dresser.
Holly lay on the bed disturbed that her lover had stopped so abruptly. Alyssa
got out her vibrator and showed it to Holly.

Holly spread her leg legs invitingly, Alyssa knelt between her legs and held it
out for Holly to lick. She took the meat substitute in her mouth had began
sucking on it. Carefully she worked only two inches in her mouth salivating over
its length. Holly leaned back as Alyssa spread her labia and turned it on. The
buzzing woke the dog, which ran into the bathroom. The two girls enjoyed a
moment of laughter, then Alyssa touched its tip to Holly's clitoral hood. She
almost jumped off the bed in reaction to the ripples on her sensitive organ.
Then working the tip between her slit like cuntal folds, Alyssa pushed it firmly
inside Holly-Marie's love box. Holly felt it fit like a glove, singing it's
pleasurable melody from deep in her vagina, she slowly fucked it as her buxom
bedmate held it in her hand. Alyssa moved forward kissing Holly's moaning mouth,
tonguing her sweet teeth as she screamed in orgasmic release as the vibrator
buzzed her to a climax.

Lyssa withdrew the plastic probe and lay back on her folded legs. Holly gathered
her strength and pushed herself up. Getting off the bed she pulled Lyssa around
until he legs draped over the side of the mattress.
Sitting on the floor Holly kissed the insides of her host's thighs, licking her
way towards her pubic patch.
Upon reaching the hidden valley, she sucked Lyssa's vulva into her mouth,
driving her long slender tongue as far up in her silken slit as possible. Alyssa
fucked her friend's face holding Holly's hair she ground her pelvis along her
soft puckered lips. Holly's hands came up mauling Alyssa's breasts, she wished
her were as big and full. Her fingers manipulated the ridged nipples, pinching
them testing their firmness. Alyssa's cunt spasmed her orgasm around Holly's
mouth. White milky girl cum gushed into Holly's tired lips she lapped as much of
Lyssa's juices as she could to quench her thirst. Lyssa pulled her exhausted
partner back onto the bed, Holly lay still as Lyssa placed her lips to the
smaller girls chest and flicked her pointed hard nipples with her tongue. Holly
soon fell asleep with Alyssa suckling on her breasts.

The next morning Steve answered the door, while Bridget slept in. It was Holly
and Alyssa they were carrying a huge potted plant between them. "Morning Steve,
could you give us a hand." He took the greenery from them and carried it in,
putting it in a corner of the living room. Alyssa closed the door and followed
him in, "Bridget still in bed?" He nodded as he stood up, looking at her
strangely. "What's with the tree?" She smiled and wrapped her arms around his
back pulling him close to her. "All the flower shops are closed today, and you
have no house plant's. This is my way of saying thanks for last night. Standing
up for me, in front of all those people was really touching. Not to mention
kicking his butt like that, I was hoping someone would do that for years." She
was beaming like a ray of sunshine.

"You're welcome, but I'm not going to beat up all your old boyfriends." Alyssa
gave him a playful shove. Her face sobered up, "After we broke up, that jerk
told everyone about our relationship, in very intimate detail, like it meant
nothing to him. He made me look like trash." He caressed her soft hair in his
hands. He was quite surprised when Holly-Marie joined in the hug.

He looked at Alyssa questioningly. "I have a small confession to make." His
eyebrow went up. "Well actually two." She frowned. They could hear soft
footsteps coming down the stairs. Alyssa turned her head just as Bridget came
into the living room. Seeing the three of them in a group hug, she smiled
reassuringly. "Everything okay." Alyssa smiled in return, "Just fine." Bridget
kissed Lyssa good morning, then Steve. "Hi Holly. Well this is interesting I
spend the night in your bed. Only to wake up alone, and find you in the arms of
two other women." Steve grinned, "Guilty as charged." She saw the plant, "This
is nice, where did it come from?" Steve and Alyssa released one another. "I gave
it to him, for last night."

Alyssa told them she and Holly-Marie were lovers, and that she had told her how
they first met. Steve wanted to be angry with her, but he realized Holly must
have meant a great deal to her. He kissed both of them on the forehead. "It's
okay." He whispered. Steve kissed Alyssa on the top of her head and went to put
the coffee on. Alyssa sat Bridget down and explained their special relationship.
She wasn't the least surprised, in a town full of homos, perverts, pedophiles
and degenerates there was a hardly a decent man left anymore. Most of them were
either old, or already married. So what's a girl to do? In turn Bridget told
Holly how she and Winona began their own close friendship. She and Alyssa also
told her how they shared Steve with the other girls leaving out Jennie and
Heather for now "I still don't get how you guy's can share him like you do, and
not be jealous." Alyssa and Bridget exchange's glances, just as Steve brought a
tray of coffee into the room. He noticed Holly looked a bit flush, "You okay
Holly-Marie, can I get you anything." She shook her head nervously, "No nothing,
I'm er fine thanks." He placed the tray down and handed her a cup.

Alyssa looked up at him, "Actually could you help me prove a point Steve?" He
gazed at her unsure. Lyssa pulled him down on the couch kissing him with
unrelenting passion, helpless to resist he responded in kind. Strangely Holly
didn't feel resentful at all, She looked over at Bridget who didn't seem the
slightest bit bothered. Lyssa had to push Steve back before he got carried away.
He sat back, "Whew did I pass?" Lyssa laughed. "Now go and give Bridget a kiss."
Steve looked at his girlfriend who held out her arms. He got up and flopped down
next to the adorable blonde. "How about a kiss sweetie?" She looked at him with
disdain. "Well I guess so." Before he could move she grabbed his head, and tried
to suck his fillings out of his teeth. Steve just hung on to his air reserves
while she had his way with him. Bridget let go when his hands began to roam over
body. Holly looked at Alyssa who was grinning at her friend's discomfort. What
was left of Steve lay back on the couch, panting for breath like a hot dog. "See
it doesn't bother either of us. He loves us both in different ways, but with the
same strong feelings, we love him and each other." Holly was amazed at their
level of comfort and commitment. Then Alyssa did something that surprised her,
she kissed Bridget, and then Holly. Needless to say it was a first for Holly,
they had never kissed in front of anyone else, nor had she ever seen Alyssa kiss
another girl like that. She found the entire experience refreshing, it was nice
to have others know about her and Alyssa. She was tired of the gossip about her,
and secret evenings they spent hiding from their families, excuses for not
dating.

Steve got up from the couch a bit wobbly, "Well if you're done with me.." Holly
watched him as he got up
Her eye's leaped out of their sockets, as she slapped her hand over her mouth.
Lyssa and Bridget looked at her then Steve. They burst out laughing when they
saw a huge tent in his pants. He looked down at himself embarrassingly, "Damn,
you guys do that to me every time." Alyssa nudged her friend, "Steve has a bit
of a problem will premature erections."

Alyssa looked over at Bridget, "Well should we show Holly why Steve's so
popular." Holly was horrified, surly they wouldn't expose him right here and
now. Steve was aghast he barely knew her, what if her couldn't control himself.
Bridget reached over and unzipped his pants, before he could recover Alyssa's
warm slender a hand went inside pulled out old faithful. "Jesus is that real?"
Holly gasped. "Every wonderful inch of it!" Bridget growled. Alyssa stroked his
penis to its full length, Steve let out a low needy moan. "Oooooohhh!"

She looked over at Bridget, "It would mean a lot to me if Steve could have sex
with Holly." Bridget just smiled and nodded, "From one lover to another sure."
Steve and Holly-Marie where stunned, "Er I d-don't think that's going to fit
Alyssa. I mean its been awhile Er…" Holly stammered nervously. Steve looked at
Bridget, "Are you sure, I mean..," She cut him off, "You made love to Winona
right, well this is no different. A women enjoys sharing her lover with a man,
especially one she herself loves so much." Alyssa nodded in agreement.

Steve looked at Holly, "Not that I don't find you attractive but, if you don't
want to it's okay by me Holly." Holly just sat there in shock with her mouth
hanging open. "Come on Holly live a little, he won't bite. Unless you want him
to." Alyssa snickered. Holly looked at the trio it was a beautiful penis, nicely
shaped and big. She was a bit scared of the size, but if Alyssa could loose her
virginity with it she ought to be able to take it, she hoped. Holly nodded
meekly. "Oh, OOOkay I-I guess so.."

Alyssa smiled, "That a girl we'll help you." Going back up to the bedroom Alyssa
helped Bridget change the sheets while Holly went into the bathroom to undress.
Steve stripped off and got into bed, while Bridget pulled the blinds, and got
him a condom. Alyssa stripped off too and sat on the end of the bed, Bridget who
was still in her robe sat with her, Holly came out a few minutes later, in a
towel. Her body type was much like Lyssa's and in the dark they looked very
similar, except Holly's breasts being natural were slightly smaller, but stood
out just as much.

Holly walked over to the bed, and sat down timidly. Bridget slipped out of her
robe, "You have beautiful skin." Holly remarked. Bridget looked her up and down,
"Yours is look lovely too." Both Alyssa and Bridget laid their partners down and
engaged their lips in a opening kiss. Everyone began to relax as if it were the
most natural thing in the world. Once Holly had surrendered her tension to her
lover's passion, Alyssa backed away. Tapping on Bridget's shoulder, a couple of
times, they traded places Holly was a bit intimidated by Bridget at first. But
found her to be Alyssa's equal when it came to pleasing a female, she looked
over and was amazed how skilled Alyssa was with her mouth on Steve's penis it's
girth still worried her.

Bridget started with tender light kisses testing the fabric of Holly's lips,
which soon parted, allowing her tongue to venture within the moist hot passage
of her mouth. Bridget licked the tip of Holly's small tongue then opened her
mouth to take it inside. Their hands found each other's breasts invitingly
smooth and pliable. Holly drew Bridget into her stroking her back cuddling her
tits, as Bridget circled her stiffened nipples with her lips. She moaned as a
hand meandered down her stomach as fanned out between her legs.
Holly pushed her sex against the searching fingers, rubbing the long slim
appendages along her slit.

Alyssa licked the head of Steve's erection with short kitten like laps. Her full
lips touched and caressed his shaft lighter than a summer breeze. He pawed at
her buttocks as she teased his cock, trying to slip a finger between her thighs.
But each time he neared the source of her sexuality, Alyssa would reach back and
slap his hand away. Showing off her oral skills to Holly, she swallowed Steve's
penis whole and nuzzled his pelvis with her button nose. Her lover watched as
she held him in her throat before pulling back for a breath of air.

Bridget's lips made the long journey from her new friend's breasts to her light
brown pubic area, she ran her tongue through Holly's sparse pubes tasting her
musky scent. Holly tensed briefly as she felt the blonde's mouth on her vulva,
her labia heating under the pressing of her lips. She ran her fingers among the
fine yellow follicles of Bridget's wavy locks, urging the film stars tongue
further into her receptive cunt. "Ohhhhhhh mmmmgggghhhn!" Her pussy pushed back
against the prone figure.

Holly was leaking profusely now, as Bridget came up, her smiling face was slick
with Holly's feminine juices. The girls kissed once more, Holly wiping Bridget's
face with her lips, before sticking her tongue in the older women's mouth.
Bridget sucked at the offered tongue, and delicately brushed it with her teeth.

Bridget sat back and motioned for Steve to take his place between Holly's
outstretched legs. Alyssa reluctantly gave up his member, reaching over to the
table she got a condom and fitted him. Steve moved over and sat in front of the
new girl. Graciously she reached out and took him in her arms, as they began to
kiss Lyssa and Bridget moved in to help them. Alyssa tenderly pulled Holly's wet
lips apart, taking the time to lick at her clit which was now fully engorged and
prominently displayed. Bridget grasped Steve by the shaft firmly guiding him to
Holly's premier opening. Together they unified their lovers, Steve felt Holly
tense a bit when his cock head pressed between her lips. Slowly they pushed
towards each other, a deep stifled groan emanated from her throat as Holly's
vagina was filled with him, she had never experienced such fulfillment as he
wormed his way inside. With the first two inches gaining a foot hold, she moved
her hands to his shoulders, gripping tightly to pull him inside her. Holly
squealed as his blunt pole embedded its length deep within her vaginal cavity.
She was well prepped, but having never been taken by such a large man her love
hole had to be resized forcibly.

Alyssa watched in amazement while Steve's Romulas reamed out Holly's hollow, as
Bridget helped guide it inside the girl's oval opening. Steve stopped at eight
inches feeling the head of his prick squashing against her, Holly's hand moved
between her thighs as she felt uncomfortably full. Her face grew fearful as she
detected more penis than she already contained. She squirmed under him and
somehow found an empty pocket deep within her cunt with which to take his last
inch of cock. Alyssa leaned over and kissed Holly's gasping mouth, "Feels good
doesn't it?" Holly nodded unable to speak.

Once the two were inseparable Bridget and Alyssa retreated to the comfort of the
chaise lounge in the corner of the room. Wrapping a sheet about them and
cuddling in their nakedness, the two observed the act unfolding before them.
Steve kissed Holly's thin small lips as he withdrew with aching slowness,
holding his hips she coaxed him back when he was almost out of her. He slipped
back in with equal leisure,
Holly pressed forth thrusting herself onto him. Both groaned loudly at the
sudden impact of their pelvic regions. He pulled back again and advance within
her with more feeling, kissing her nose, cheeks, she searched his face for his
lips as his cock slid inside her spearing Holly with stabs of pleasure. Her fuck
tunnel fought with the new sensations, squeezing at the rod which was stretching
it to its proper dimensions, remembering that this was it's purpose in life.

Holly hadn't enjoyed sex with a man in years, not since her early married days
had she felt so relaxed with a man inside her. She could actually feel heat
emanating from his prick as it burrowed in and nuzzled her cervix, it warmed her
pelvis with a soothing sensation. Holly worked her muscles along his stiff
erection each time he entered her wet glowing loins, locking her ankles behind
his upper back. His lips tangled with Holly's as their mouths sucked at on
another, while his hands moved over her white supple breasts her nipples
tickling the palms of Steve's hands as they hardened under his light touch.

"Ohhh Steeeeve, fuck mmeee! Feed my ccccunt!" Holly mumbled as her legs trapped
him inside her. No longer being able to pull out Steve resorted to short quick
strokes grind his pelvis against her venus mound. Holly hung on as her mound
rumbled with the stirrings of a climax. He increased pressure as Holly-Marie
squirmed beneath his mass, screwing herself onto his tall order. A small cry
from the corner reminded her they were not alone in the room.

Bridget lay prostrate on the lounge, with on leg over the back and the other on
the floor. Alyssa was like wise on the other end. With their legs entwined the
two lovers had their pussies firmly wedged up against one another and their
fingers rubbing each other's clits. Bridget was working up a sweat gyrating
Alyssa into an orgasm as she felt Alyssa's fingers pushing her clitoris around.
Alyssa tried not to moan as her wetness dripped from her gash mixing with the
blonde's musky odor. The sound of their wet soppy kissed filled the air as they
watched their lovers fucking on the bed.

Steve and Holly looked over as the other two established a rhythm and bucked
together like Siamese twins joined at the cunt. Each moan growing louder and
louder as their fingers entered one another. Alyssa finally touched off that
magic spark inside her companion, which released her orgasmic fluids, Bridget's
warm love liquids spilled out over Alyssa's pussy soaking her brown pubis in
their sticky mess. The heat from the exchange raised Alyssa's own temperature to
boiling sending her own pot of love juice over the edge and into the pool.
Bridget braced as Alyssa's cunt fluids splashed up and into her own open pussy,
its hot sweetness quenched her fire within. Exhausted they lay back watching
Steve and Holly progress.

Holly's orgasm was topping its peak, as she rode Steve like a prize bull at a
county fair. Small frame bucked and then clung to him as her climax went over
the top, which she unashamedly announced.
"Ugh, Uuughh, UUUUGHH ARRRRGGGHHH AAAAAGGHHHH!" Steve held her shivering form as
Holly's sexuality exploded all over him, he stroked her gently a few times and
removed his cock from with her exhaustedly satisfied gaping hole. As the head
popped out he heard Holly release an all to familiar whine of emptiness. He had
not cum himself, there was something unnerving about making love to an unknown
girl with your own lovers watching. He lay beside Holly quietly absorbing the
sense of her rapturous orgasm.

Bridget had already cum, Alyssa now licked up her just rewards her lips and face
drenched in girl cum.
Steve watched from the bed, as Holly lay in his arms gasping for oxygen. She
looked over seeing her long time lover licking another women's privates, it was
so different to watch while she pleasured Bridget. Holly was very surprised and
a bit hurt, to see that Steve hadn't come with her, maybe it was the condom she
surmised. Bridget and Alyssa came back to the bed. "Sounded like you enjoyed
yourself." Alyssa prodded. Holly turned red with embarrassment. "Yea." Bridget
helped Steve remove the rubber from his still hard prick. "Don't worry about
this." She told Holly. "He has amazing control, when he wants to."
Steve frowned as they laughed.

Alyssa pushed him back down on the bed and mounted his cock with their help.
They lay together and watched as she slithered up and down his pole like a
stripper. Fucking herself as Steve held her hips straight whilst she used him to
foster an orgasm for her own greedy delights, and if he came along the way that
was okay too. As if bonded in spirit as well as flesh they erupted as one, each
crying in their love for one another. Steve held her as she slumped on top of
him, Holly and Bridget looked on as their lovers lay entwined, his organ still
embedded deep within her folds. After he softened Alyssa kissed him and
reluctantly dismounted. "That was fun." She giggled.

The look on Holly's face was priceless as Bridget and Alyssa cleaned the goooey
mess off of Steve's limp dick. Alyssa looked over as she licked up his shaft and
caught a glob on the tip of her tongue. Moving over with her outstretched tongue
he offered it to Holly, she cringed at first, having never tasted a man's sperm.
Alyssa took hold of her firmly and kissed Holly deeply wiping his seed on her
tongue. Holly responded favorably to the taste test, bending Lyssa back cleaning
her lover's mouth out before moving on to the source. Lyssa opened her eyes as
Holly left her in a state of bliss, she watched as Bridget held Steve's penis up
for Holly, who kissed the tip shyly. The single white female stroked Holly on
the back of her head and whispered to her reassuringly. She let her lips slip
over the head around the crown as Holly-Marie engulfed the phallic object in her
virgin mouth, Bridget and Lyssa traded sly smiles.

Steve looked down in amazement and joy as the young bisexual nymph took more of
him in her mouth. Her tongue pressing the underside of his rehardened steel, he
could feel Holly's cheeks sucking him into rejuvenation. She was intrigued to
have a man growing erect in her mouth, the mixture of cum tasted sweet and salty
as it went down holly's throat. Bridget and Lyssa whispered encouragingly to
her, "That's it relax your neck." Lyssa said softly. "When his tip reaches the
back of your mouth, ease off a bit." Bridget followed. Watching the girl closely
timed their advice with her movements. "Okay take a deep breath, and swallow."
Lyssa commanded. Holly did so but her timing was a bit off and she gagged puling
back. "Ack hack."

Bridget held Holly by the shoulders, "It's okay, just take your time and breath
swallow in one motion." Alyssa took a hold of Steve's member and demonstrated
the technique. Holly watched closely as Lyssa placed him at the back of her
mouth, and inhaled her throat bulged out a bit as her lips reached the base of
his nine inches. Alyssa held him in her wind pipe for a moment then pulled back,
Steve just about came all over her face. "Ohhhhh Lord!" He moaned. The girls
giggled Holly tried it again. Steve steadied himself so she wouldn't get a
mouthful of sperm. Lightly she placed her mouth on him once more, her head
bobbed up and down slowly a couple of times to establish a rhythm. Then pulling
back she breathed in quickly and rammed her mouth down on his thick organ. She
felt it hit her gag reflex again but the momentum of her downward thrust carried
the large head past it and into her throat.

Of course Alyssa's hand on the back of Holly's head helped a bit. Her eyes
widened like saucers upon realizing she had deep throated him as Holly's lips
mashed up against his pelvis. She kept her neck relaxed as instructed moving his
cock in and out of her throat experimentally. Holly found she could take air
between breaths. Bridget and Alyssa stroked her back and head, "Doing good
babe." Lyssa encouraged. A quite groan from Steve reminded them of his presence.
Bridget saw his hand come up, "Careful Holly think he gonna blow." She warned.
Holly glanced up, being unable to speak she just nodded and picked up the pace.
Alyssa looked on in surprise, "Her lover was about to get her first deep throat
cum shot." Sensing Steve was coming to an end, Holly pulled back holding just
the head in her mouth. Steve sent a thin stream of seed into her oral juice
extractor, it struck the back of her throat and dripped down her neck. Holly
swallowed it, the following jet of cream sperm filled her mouth and overflowed
spilling down her chin.

"Hey save some for us." Bridget cried. Holly caught the last blast in her mouth
and slid her lips back over his head sponging the sticky resin off the tip.
Alyssa and Bridget moved in for seconds, Lyssa pushed Holly on her back and
licked out her mouth. Holly grabbed Alyssa and forced her tongue between her
lips. Bridget sat patiently waiting for them to finish, when the two brunettes
came up for air, she pounced on Holly kissing her deeply, Alyssa broke in and
joined them.

Steve lay on the bed motionless, with aching satisfaction. The girls lay
together recovering from the morning tryst, Bridget's fingers stroked Holly's
face, "You know what the best thing about making love to Steve in the morning
is?" Holly looked at her tiredly, "A fantastic orgasm?" Alyssa giggled, "No
silly that you can get anytime." Holly propped herself up on one elbow, "It gets
better?" Bridget nodded, "It's a tradition that he, makes breakfast." Holly
looked at Steve's unmoving form, his head came up, "Since when was that a
tradition?" Alyssa giggled. "Since we found out you were just as good in the
kitchen as you were in bed." He flopped out of bed and put on a robe. Bridget
pulled the blankets back over them. "I spoil you guys" He moaned. "It's not
polite to brag." Holly countered. As the door closed Holly put her hands behind
her head, "I thanks for sharing him with me guys, but tell me one thing. Does he
do laundry too?" Her bed buddies just grinned and laughed.

A couple of days later Steve and Bridget went on their trip to Hawaii spending
three days in the paradise of a small island ten miles west of Maui. The first
day he took her for a hike up into the volcanic hills. Following the trail they
came to a secluded pool fed by a fifty-foot waterfall, it was only a shallow
pool. Bridget had no real problem wading. After splashing around a bit she took
off her suit and lay on a large smooth rock to sunbathe. "You know there are
other cabins on the island." She smiled and tossed him a bottle of lotion, "Well
then you'd better cover me up." Sitting at her head he rubbed the slippery
substance all over her naked body massaging as he went. "Ohhhh yesss ttthat'ss
ggoood." She moaned. Steve started with her shoulders and face, then moved his
hands over her arms and hands. He paid extra special attention to Bridget's
breast's, stomach and trimmed pussy covering her hips pelvis and legs. "Turn
over" As he did her back, buttocks and thighs.

Working his way down to her calves and back up. Exploring the crevice between
her legs with his oily fingers slipping one inside her lubricated slit.
"Mmmmmmhhhh!" As he kneeled and leaned over her prostrate form she looked up
seeing an all to familiar bulge growing in his trunks. Steve crotch was right in
her face, so Bridget just reached over and untied the drawer string. "Hey we're
out in the open here Bridget." He exclaimed. "I'll say we are." She replied as
his shorts were pulled down to his knees. "You know Steve, for some reason it
really amazes me, that you still get a hard on from looking at my body. I glad
your not tired of me by now." He's penis was now at full length, and Bridget's
fuckhole was sucking two of his fingers. "I don't think that day will ever
come." He replied kissing the cleft of her buttocks. Bridget pulled the top of
his erection down taking it in her mouth, and began sucking lazily.

His dick threaten to tear out of it's own skin, as she treated it to a tongue
bath. Bridget could feel her pussy relaxing as his fingers and tongue delved
with in her sopping wet folds. Feeling him harden in her mouth Bridget pulled
off, Steve lifted is face from between her ass cheeks. Moving around he mounted
her from behind, his thick member slide easily into her wet greased opening all
the way to the hilt. Her hand came up underneath and massaged her pussy lips
around the base of his cock. Looking back over her shoulder she said a single
word, "Slowly." Holding Bridget by the hips he bent forward and kissed the back
of her neck. Moving as one they fucked in short, smooth, synchronous orbits,
each one a bit longer, a bit faster than the last. Steve would work until he
felt her muscles tighten a bit and then slow down. They fucked for a whole hour
before climaxing together. Collapsing from utter exhaustion he sprawled out next
to her limp figure on the rock, his sperm leaking out of her tired open hole,
dribbling from between her legs. Bridget smiled quietly as she reached over and
touched his hand.

After a rest they skinny dipped in the pool and washed off, then unrolled the
sleeping bags and Steve prepared a small campfire while Bridget sorted out the
food they had brought with them. They had a meal of grilled bluefish, with
scallops, with baked potatoes and salad. For dessert they had exotic fruit salad
of pineapples, mangoes, tangerines and star fruit. Settling in under the night
they pointed out different constellations to each other. Falling asleep without
figuring out the meaning of life, the two lovers curled up together as the
campfire silhouetted them against the jungle forest.

Dawn came to early as Bridget's eyes cracked open in the morning light. The sun
was just starting to creep up over the horizon. The campfire smoldered in a
smoky haze, carefully detaching herself from Steve's sleeping lump. Bridget
restarted the fire and put on some coffee. Steve awoke to the wonderful aroma of
fresh coffee, rubbing his eyes he saw Bridget bending over the fire in her
shorts and sweater. "Now there's a sight to wake up to." She stood up and turned
around with two steaming mugs of java in her hands. "I'll take that as a
complement." He gratefully sat up and took a hot cup from her as she settled
back down in her sleeping bag. They sat and watched the sunrise enjoying it in
silence.

With the sun up they packed their gear and threw sand on the fire. It was light
enough for them to start back down to the bungalow he had rented where they
collapsed into bed for a quick morning snooze. Later cuddling under the blankets
to watch a Three Stoogies rerun, Steve was surprised and delighted that she was
such a fan although they had a testy argument over who was funnier. Bridget
deferred to Shemp, while Steve favored Moe.

In the afternoon they lay on the beach sipping cool tall drinks, basking under
the glorious 80-degree heat. This was the life no crowds, no calls, just white
sand, sunshine, and a beautiful girl. The few other people walking or swimming
on the semi-private about didn't recognize either of them under their sunglasses
and hats. Steve turned his head and ogled the gorgeous figure beside him. She
was developing a slow light golden tan over her milky white skin, the swimsuit
was a perfect fit. It cut over the top of her hips accentuating the curves and
displaying her lean supple legs. The neckline plunged just deep enough to tease
the cleavage of her breasts, which were held up nicely in the supporting cups
giving her a fuller bust line. The back was cut deep almost to her bottom of her
spine, showing off her sculptured shoulder blades and smooth unblemished back.
He could see her eyes were closed behind her shades.

Which was fortunate as two bronzed-bikini babes came walking by, a blonde and
brunette, one in a florescent red suit with a thong bottom and push up bra. The
other wore a white backless one piece with red and blue flowers on it. The suit
was cut high over her hips and the neckline plunged deeply between her large
full breasts, the bottom was also just a thong. Both girls looked like Hawaiian
Tropicana models tall, lean and curved in all the right places. The blonde on
nodded to him as they went by then whispered something to her friend. The
brunette checked out the bulge in his swim trunks and smiled at him. He gave
them a small wave as they continued on down the beach watching their prefect
asses, jiggle as they went. "Enjoying the scenery darling?" He heard Bridget say
as they walked out of sight. He swore under his breath. "What was that dear?"
She asked. He turned and smiled at his love, "I was just feeling sorry for
them." She peeked over the top of her sunglasses. "Yea right." He took her by
the hand. "I was feeling sorry for them, because they had to walk along a beach
in the shadow of your blinding radiant beauty, and no man would even consider
looking at them as long as you were here." Bridget smiled lovingly at her
boyfriend. "Oh that is so sweet Steve." He smiled back at her. "And you are so
full of shit." They both broke out into fits of laughter.

"Hey I think I'm done, how about a swim?" Bridget tilted her head and looked at
the surf over the top of her shades. She looked at him in his multi colored
boxer style trunks. "Looks kind of rough out there." They were lying very close
together, "It's fine, the sharks seem to like it." She worriedly scanned the
water for fins. He smiled "I'm kidding you'll be okay, I promise." Bridget
stared at him hesitatingly. "Well I guess so." They doffed their hats and
glasses.

Walking to the edge of the water they let the tide come in and break at their
feet. She held his hand tightly, and stepped into the warm clear tide. The beach
sloped gently and they strolled out about forty yards till the waves sloshed
about their chests. The further from the beach they went the stronger her grip
became, Bridget kept looking at the water as if it would swallow her up again.
They stopped Steve held her in his arms soothing her slightly trembling figure.
Trying it ease her fears he stroked her open smooth back, "One thing I forgot to
mention." She lifter her head off his shoulder questioningly, "When your suit
gets wet, it becomes see thru." She looked down laughed "If that's so I'll lend
it to Winona when we get back." He grabbed on her tightly, "Ready?" She clasped
her arms around his neck, "Don't let me go!" He plunged her into the chest high
water, a salty bitter taste stung their lips as the two went under Steve kept
his eyes open as she submerged watching for any signs of panic. She clung to him
then relaxed as they resurfaced, shaking the wet drops from her face she took a
breath of air. Bridget went down again pulling him under, holding her breath she
kissed Steve below the waves. Bubbles of oxygen escaped as they sucked face in
the crystal clear warm ocean. Coming up she smiled, "Well how did I do?" Steve
felt her legs flicking at his while she treaded water. "I think you did just
fine."

They spent the rest of the day frolicking in the water, and sun bathing. Dinner
was eaten on the patio of their bungalow as the sun sank into the sparkling blue
ocean. Watching the last reddish glow disappear beneath the horizon, Steve and
Bridget reflected in the fluttering of the birds. Bridget wondered if this was
the man she would marry someday. Steve wrestled with the questions of loyalty
and love.

After dinner they changed and put on some light clothes as a cooler wind came in
off the water. Walking along the beach hand in hand the two talked in quiet
tones. Steve went through his past in more detail than ever before, they
exchange life stories, childhood experiences, dreams, and fears. By the end of
the weekend she knew more about Steve than even Alyssa, and he watched as she
lay bare her soul for him. Bridget discovered a renewed sense of security within
herself. Steve had found in her beauty the taming of his beasts, his nightmares
had vanished into the dark abyss. During the steamy nights of passion, they
formed completeness and sanctuary within each other's souls.

The group gathered at Bridget's place to welcome them back home. Jennie hugged
Steve as he came through the door. "So how was the beach?" He kissed her soft
lips. "They have beaches there?" Bridget slapped him on the back, as she
received a hug from Sarah. Pulling the neck of her shirt, she showed the others
her tan. "You both look really rested." Alyssa said as she kissed Steve hello.
"Yea you look great Bridget." Winona remarked as they kissed. "Steve looks a bit
tired." Heather commented, as he hugged her. He smiled "Well you know she can be
very…" Bridget turned and swung at him again. "Don't you dare say another word."
Steve smiled and zipped his lips. Alyssa gave Steve his messages, and he went in
the den to make some calls. Winona and Heather dragged Bridget into the sunroom
with the others. There they began to slowly extract every single juicy detail of
the trip from her without mercy.

As the meeting got closer, Steve worked late at the office often assisted by one
of the girls. Each of them would put a few hours a week in to help familiarize
themselves with the progress and overall planning.
Tonight he was with Jennifer Love, she had been there an hour and was getting
restless. Steve came out of the washroom, to find her bending over his desk
shifting her feet. The grey knee length skirt stretched tightly across her
rounded trim buttocks. She smiled to herself, this should get his attention, she
thought. Gently slipping off her left three-inch high heel pump, she lifted her
foot and caressed the back of her right leg.

He walked up behind her quietly, and gripped her ass with his right hand. "Why
Miss Hewitt I've never seen this side of you." Jennifer turned around slowly
leaning back on the desk, his hand moved along her clothes and ended up cupping
her breast. She decided to go with the seductive secretary routine "It's about
time we took a break don't ya think." She took his lips between hers and started
his engine. Steve hands worked at her clothing, unzipping the back of her skirt.
It slid down her supple legs as her white cotton blouse came undone. Jennifer
reached up and untied her long dark hair, shaking her head to let it down. Her
hands moved down to remove Steve's pants, as his tongue frolicked with hers.
Pulling down his underwear she stroked his cock to a firm position. Jennifer was
wearing a comfortable plain white bra, her excited nipples clearly growing
beneath the thin fabric, her panties were wide hip plain grey cotton.

Steve picked Jennifer up and planted her on the edge of his desk. She lifted her
legs over his shoulders as he crouched before the screen star. His mouth sucking
kisses from her neck to her pubic patch. Each one electing a high pitched squeal
from the exotic brunette. Jennifer's legs widened as his mouth closed over her
pussy lips, her hips scooted froward as he sucked her sex. Her feet rested on
his shoulders, with her knees pointing outwardly. Soon she was begging for Steve
to give her his big bonus.

He stood up being careful not to whack his pee-pee on the edge of the desk.
Jennifer kissed him fully as she took his erection and guided it into her gaping
snatch. Steve moaned with her as he felt her silk stocking, slip over his stiff
mandate. Pushing her back down on the desk he swept its papers onto the floor,
as he mounted the anxious filly. He started off slowly easing himself inside
her, he held her in wonderment.

Jennifer always had an exotic quality about her transforming right before his
eyes, from a lively innocent teenager into a hot desiring full blooded women.
They moved like a rider and horse as he drilled for cunt juice. Jennifer locked
her ankles behind the small of his back, pushing his thick long phallus deeper
inside her fuck hole. "Oh yessss, Ohh Yeasss, Ohh Yeeeeaaaaaasssss!" She
screamed as his mouth tried sucking milk from her aroused nipples. Her hips
bucked under him as Jennifer sensed her climax approaching. "Faster Steve,
faaasssster Steevvve." He increased the tempo, lunging froward with each thrust,
as her vagina closed its muscles around his plunging dick. Jennifer almost
deafened him as she announced her orgasm in a high pitched shriek. "Uuuugggghh
AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!" She clutched him in her bosom as her legs crushed his
back. Steve could feel cum boiling from his balls, ready to burst forth into her
prepared womb. They were startled with the opening of his office door. "Oh MY
GOD!!" The two quickly separated, and covered up.

Steve pulled up his pants and turned around to see Heather standing in the
doorway. He grinned sheepishly at the blonde sex goddess. She winked at
Jennifer, who was looked up and smiled shyly. "This isn't quite what it looks
like." Steve stammered. Heather switched over to Amanda Woodward with the ease
of years from playing the role. "Oh really! You mean you that wasn't your
secretary lying on your desk, with her legs spread wider than Silicon Valley.
While you were screwing her like Bill Gates releasing Windows 98.

She walked over and slapped him into the middle of next week. "SMACK!!" Looking
at him furiously, "Working late again tonight darling, my ass! I come all the
way down here to find you fucking your new secretary." Jennifer pulled on her
skirt, "I'm sorry Mrs. Woodward." Steve glanced between them rubbing his sore
cheek, "I can explain darling." She threw him a sneer that could scare off
Jeffery Dalmer. "Don't darling me, you two timing traitorous snake, I want a
divorce!"

Steve looked at her pleadingly, "Come on be reasonable, it was just a physical
thing, the little tramp seduced me!" He knew they liked it when he begged.
Jennifer jumped on him, and slapped his other cheek resoundingly. Whack!! "You
Bastard! You said you loved me, you promised me you were leaving this frigid old
bitch. She fucks like a sack of flour you said." She put her face in her hands
and began to cry. It looked so real. God did they have to hit him so hard.

"Who the hell are you calling frigid and old! I can fuck rings around your
skinny little ass. " Jennifer placed her hands on her hips, "Oh Yeah! Prove
it!!" Amanda stared at the young trollop, Jennifer was daring her to take her
man back. Amanda looked at her husband. "She's barely out of high school, you
pedophile!" Jennifer tried to look mature, "I'm almost nineteen." Amanda pulled
off her deep blue Dior jacket folding it over a chair. "The way I see it here's
what's going to happen! One we are getting a divorce, and I'm taking everything,
money, properties, stocks, cars, and the business. Two this slutty tramps ass is
fired." Jennifer protested, "Please I need this job!!" Amanda put up her hand,
"I hear there's an opening at the White House." Steve tried not to smile or
laugh.

He sank to his knees and prayed to his wife, "Oh please don't leave me! I'm
begging you give me one last chance. I'll never do it again cross my heart!" She
looked down on his pathetic form, "My god Alyssa's right, you can't act your way
out of a dog food commercial." He smiled suppressing the urge to laugh. Amanda
knew she had won. She sat upon his desk crossing her shapely legs, lacing her
fingers on her knee. "One chance." Steve's eyes grew wide with hope, "Anything
you name it anything at all!" She smiled unkindly, "You are going to fuck me
right here and now. If you can give me the best orgasm I've ever had I my life,
like I used to have before we married. Maybe, just maybe I'll reconsider." She
looked over at Jennifer, who was now smiling. "I'm not finished with you yet
either you slut." She gave her that "Who me?" look. "If you still want to have a
job with this company. You can start by getting on you knees and clean that mess
up." Amanda demanded pointing the glistening sticky wet spot on Steve's crotch.

Jennifer sank back into the roll of the scared secretary. Lowering her eyes and
walking over to her boss, she admitted defeat. Sitting on the floor she held him
by the hips and proceeded to lick his penis clean of their extracts, while his
wife watched. Jennifer had to put it in her mouth to get at most of the gooey
resin. His wife bent over and whispered in her ear, as his cock began to grow in
his secretary's mouth. "You're a very good little cock sucker aren't you? No
wonder my husband hired you, but if he cums in your mouth now. I'll have you
back downstairs servicing the junior execs, and I will make damn sure they know
about your oral skills." Jennifer eased up a bit, much to Steve's relief.

While her husband was having his dick cleaned by the young whore. Amanda had
stripped off her slacks, stockings, and panties. Spreading her legs on his desk
she leaned back supporting herself with one hand and slowly began to masturbate
with the other. Running her slim fingers along the thin slit of her labia lips,
her sex reacted with a trickle of fluid. Jennifer sat back on her legs, done
with her task. Her bosses privates not only sanitized but stiff as a board, and
she hadn't made him cum a drop, well maybe one which hung precariously off the
end of his pee-hole.

Amanda was watching them through half-closed eyes. "Good job slut, now crawl
over here, and show me you can use your tongue on a woman." Jennifer looked
completely broken as she crawled over to the desk on her hands and knees.
Timidly, she kissed Amanda's pussy like it was the first time. "I said tongue
tramp, you know what to do." Steve thought he'd shoot across the room, as
Jennifer's tongue came out of her small mouth, and licked Amanda's slit like it
was an ice cream cone on Sunday. "Mmmmmmmhhhh Gooooood!!" Amanda moaned softly.
Jennifer pulled her boss's wife's pelvis to her lips and licked her cunt like
her life depended on it. Amanda placed her feet on the younger girl's back.
Trying not to drive the two-inch spiked heels into her shoulder blades. Jennifer
felt Amanda's snatch relaxing under her oral technique, as the woman's clit grew
larger with each lick. Sensing the bitch's arousal she darted her tongue into
her cunt sponging up the nectar that lay within. Amanda groaned like a cheap
whore. "Ohhhhhhh tongue fuuuck mmeee!!" Jennifer knew it, underneath that
expensive designer outfit, the perfectly coiffed hair, she was just another hard
ass bitch. Jennifer was rewarded for her efforts by having her head squeezed
between Amanda's thighs as the woman surrendered an orgasm to her lips. She
eagerly licked up her fruits of victory, and gave her a taste of her own cum.

Steve stood nearby watching like a ten year old seeing a playboy video for the
first time. Jennifer stood up wiping her chin. "N-not bad." Amanda stuttered.
Completely fatigued from Jennifer's cunnilingus Amanda waved Steve into
position. He feared this was going to be a tough act to follow. He placed the
tip of his erection to her lips, which now resembled a gaping wound. After
inserting the large bulging head he felt her strong vaginal muscles tighten a
bit. She let out a gasp. "Ahh!" He moved over her and struggled to open her up.
She widened her legs in accommodation, with her help his great oak slowly
hammered down to the depths of her vagina.

The tip coming to rest against her cervix. Amanda held him in her arms, kissing
him lightly as she felt him fill her needs. Steve slowly drew back till only the
head was between her stretched cunt lips, then he drove forth with a vengeance,
knocking the wind from her chest. "Uuuuuugh!!" He saw this two way's either this
was the only chance he had to save his fortune, or it was the last time he was
going to fuck his gorgeous wife. So he'd better make it good either way.

He held her down with his left had on her breast, massaging it through her $600
designer blouse. His other hand was beneath her, the fingers already being
worked up her rectum. Heather was hot, why hadn't she thought of this role
playing before. She had always wanted to get fucked as Amanda Woodward, but was
too bashful to give it a try. Steve was very surprised when Amanda came within
minutes, probably his fingers up her ass that did it. Her breathing slowed as
she gulped air into her starved lungs. "My ass, come in my ass." She whispered
softly. Well Steve didn't need to be told twice, as his pulled out his digitalis
and plunder stick. He carefully probed her anal passage to find the soft spot,
and massaged her rectal muscles as his penis popped her sphincter. Jennifer got
up off the couch and walked around the desk where Amanda's head now hung off the
other side.

Amanda opened her eye's at the aroma of the young girls sex, and opened her
mouth to the delicate flower, as her husband's dick reamed her tight ass.
Jennifer lifted her skirt over the blonde's perfect face, and straddled her
lips. Leaning forward with both hands on the desk she French kissed her boss, as
his wife tongued her fuck hole, and he shoved his nine inches up her butt.
Amanda could taste her husband's cum on the harlot's lips, some of which dripped
into her mouth as she licked her insides. Weather it was Jennifer's sweet tongue
in his mouth or Amanda's quivering little ass, he didn't know. Maybe it was the
combination of the two, which sent a torrent of sperm deep inside his wife's
bowels. She squealed with delight as her rectum filled with his globs of jizz.
Jennifer almost collapsed as her own body released an orgasm for her pleasure,
Steve grabbed her arms and held her up. Letting the moment pass the three
carefully disentangled themselves. He helped Amanda up off the desk and kissed
her with all the energy he had left in him.

She smiled as she hung her arms over his shoulders, "I guess that was good
enough. I won't divorce you, this time. But as a penalty, no golf for a year."
Steve pretended to whine. "And further more." Pointing to Jennifer. "She can
stay, I have other uses for such a talented girl." Jennifer smiled. Steve hugged
both of them, "Yes dear whatever you say." The ringing telephone brought them
back to reality.

Steve answered it, "Hi Bridget, okay see you soon. Yes, yes, me too. I do.
Alright I love you too, bye." Heather and Jennifer covered their mouths as they
giggled. He put down the phone and blushed, "She's on her way over, we have
dinner reservations at Le Voyeur. He headed for the bathroom to clean up,
following him the girls shucked off their clothes, and jumped in with him. The
shower caps kept their hair dry, as Steve was sandwiched between the two
beauties. Watching Jennifer soaping her breasts and privates made him make
another grab for her. Heather who was behind him gave him a couple of swats on
the butt. "So that's what your scar looks like." She remarked. "Where can I
see?" Jennifer asked. Heather turned him around to face her. Jennifer saw a
small white two-inch scar across his lower left buttock. Steve looked down at
Heather's sensual playmate body. Placing his hands on her hips he pulled her
against him. She shrieked, "Jennifer help me!" Jennifer promptly grabbed a
handful of butt cheek squeezing as hard as she could. He yelped like a kicked
dog and released Heather. The girls got out first, and dried off, then Steve
turned off the shower.

They came out wrapped in towels having left their clothes in his office. They
had just finished dressing when Bridget arrived. She was greeted by the girls
with the affection of a male lover, spying the wet towels she picked on up and
sniffed it. It had a definite female scent. "Oh I'll be working late tonight
dear." She said with a bit of friendly sarcasm. They all laughed, "We've already
been through all that!" Heather waved. "I played your part, when I came in and
found them on the desk, going at it like rabbits." Bridget looked at him with
disappointment, "I wanted to be the first one on the desk." Steve sympathized,
"It's okay I've ordered a new one." She glanced down at the old second hand
leftover from the previous occupant. "Something in a bigger size I hope." The
three girls laughed, Steve just stood there looking stupid. "You look
wonderful." He said trying to take the heat off himself.

We have dinner reservations, "You guy's want to come with us?" Bridget invited.
It was Bridget's birthday yesterday which she celebrated with her family and
friends. Tonight Steve was taking her to dinner Bridget was wearing the lovely
lavender designer dress the girls helped Steve pick out for her. Heather
declined, she had to get going. "Jennifer?" She smiled awkwardly, and shyly. "If
you're sure I'm not imposing?" Bridget smiled warmly, "Of course not, I'll have
someone to talk to." Steve dropped the towels into the bathroom hamper. "I heard
that!" The sounds of their giggles echoed off the tiled walls. Jennifer hugged
her fondly, "Oh thanks I'm starving." Steve came out of the bathroom, "Still
hungry Love?" She shot him a sinister glance, "Yes I found the meat portions a
bit on the small side." Steve feigned a deep wound. Jennifer quickly put her
hair in a bun, throwing on some make-up and the group left. After escorting
Heather to her car, Steve went with Bridget while Jennifer drove hers to the
restaurant.

The place was a high class joint, nobody got in unless they were somebody, or
knew somebody. Even so heads turned when Steve walked in between Jennifer Love
Hewitt and Bridget Fonda. Two drunks were sitting in a corner booth watched the
trio come in, "Hey look who's here." His friend looked over, "Yeah, but who are
those two dames he has with him?" (Ha Ha Ha!!") At the table he pulled out their
chairs for them as they sat down. "Does he do that all the time?" Jennifer
whispered. "Only in public." Bridget snickered. The waiter brought over menus
and recited the day's specials. Steve ordered a bottle of white wine for himself
and Bridget, and a Virgin Mary for Jennifer. While waiting for dinner Jennifer
excused herself.

Coming back from the restroom she met two of Hollywood's shadier producers, who
quickly backed her up against the wall. Despite her long career in the movie
business she was still a very shy and quite girl. Especially when alone, older
men found she was easier to handle without here agent or parents around. Steve
could just see them at the entrance of the hall. "Who are those guy's." He
nodded. Bridget half turned in her chair, she frowned upon seeing the two gents
barring Jennifer's way. "The Tooly brothers Bob an Dick they're small time
producers, she's way out of their league." Steve pushed his chair back, Bridget
put her hand on his, "I'll go." He looked at her. "I'll be fine, don't worry."
Steve's cell phone rang, he answered it as she went to Jennifer's rescue.

With tacked and politeness Bridget removed the two leeches from the younger
actress's shoulders, and brought her back to the table. "Everything okay?" Steve
asked. She only nodded shyly. Bridget looked at him, "Same old routine. They
wanted her to audition for the lead in their next movie." Steve didn't quite get
it. "Isn't that a good thing?" Bridget smiled sarcastically. "It was for a scene
with nudity." He nodded as the light went on. "That kind of stuff still goes
on?" Both girls nodded, "Not as much anymore, and only with characters like the
Tooley brothers. But a lot of actors and actresses, have to work for people like
them in order to be noticed by the big legitimate producers."

Bridget added. Steve stared at her, she read his mind, "Oh don't worry I was
never harassed, I just decided to do nudes from the very beginning. Just so I
could see the look on my dad's face." She laughed. He looked over at Jennifer,
she lowered her gaze, "I wish I had your confidence to do nudes." Bridget smiled
at her, "Well one day maybe. But once you do that's all they'll ever offer you,
every script they send will have nudity and sex. Just be sure it's because you
want to, and no one else. Not even Steve." Steve cringed, "Oh like I would ever
want her to be in a movie just to see Jennifer take her clothes off ... forget
what I just said." Steve winked at Bridget, "I'll have to sit down and watch
some of your old films." Bridget frowned, "Just remember I was a lot younger
back then." Steve patted her arm, "You're still in perfect form." Bridget smiled
at the complement and gave him smooch on the lips. "Oh gross, people are
eating." Jennifer moaned. They just grinned like two people in love. "Oh that
was Winona on the phone." She's joining us for dinner and asked me to have you
place an order for her.

Winona arrived just as dinner was being served. Steve stood up and hugged her,
as she kissed him quickly, then Jennifer and Bridget. Those around who noticed
thought nothing of it, all the girls had nursed him through four weeks of
hospital stay, so it was no surprise how close they had become. But some people
thought the girls had become too comfortable with the new outsider. The gossip
in tinsel town was that he was dating Alyssa, Winona, or Bridget. Lately the
odds had settled on Bridget.

As dinner was severed Winona told them about her new project with Woody Allen.
She had a part in his new movie Celebrity, which was kind of docu-drama in the
Andy Warhol sub culture. "You be careful around Mr. Allen." Bridget warned her.
Steve smiled. "Ya they don't call him woody for nothing, don't want you ending
up a notch on his bedpost." Winona frowned disgustingly. "Oh Please, give me
some ******! Beside I have all the woody I want right here." He jumped a bit as
her fingers dug into his crotch under the tablecloth. "Careful Winona, don't
bruise the fruit." Jennifer whispered. The others laughed at the private joke,
except Steve.

Halfway through dinner Winona spotted a familiar face across the room hidden at
a secluded table in the corner. "Hey isn't that Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman."
Steve had his back to them but didn't dare turn around. "They're on the client
list he whispered." Bridget waved the waiter over and sent them a drink.
When they were delivered Nicole looked over and waved to them. Bridget and the
girls waved back, Winona could see her whispering to Tom he nodded in response.
After dinner the two screen legends came over to their table. Steve stood up and
shook their hands as Winona introduced him. Nicole had the most gorgeous emerald
green eyes. Just like Sarah's, her hair was a faint light red, skin of smooth
china white.
Luckily for Steve Tom didn't notice them briefest of stares they shared into
each other's eyes. Tom was busy gawking down the neckline of Jennifer's blouse,
at her firm, heaving chest, hidden beneath the plain white bra, as he shook her
hand gladly. "I've heard so much about you." Nicole smiled. Like an ass Steve
just smiled, "I'm a big fan of both of your films."

Bridget hid her smile, and asked them to sit down, Tom and Steve appropriated a
couple of chairs. Sitting on either side of Nicole, Bridget sat on the other
side of Tom. Over coffee Winona and Bridget explained the program to them. With
Steve answering the occasional question. After half an hour they left, promising
to come to the presentation. "Goodbye, Mr. Colt it was nice to finally meeting
you." Steve smiled shyly, "My pleasure." Watching them leave the restaurant,
Jennifer leaned over to Bridget, "He'll never wash his hand again." They looked
over at Steve and giggled. He frowned back at them. "Ha looks like Tom is a big
fan of yours Jennifer." She just grinned, "Just another guy who wants to put his
autograph on me."

Bridget asked for the check," Yes him and every other guy in the country. You
must get some interesting fan mail." Jennifer laughed. "Marriage proposals from
twelve year old boys and fifty year old men, and women. Also photos, and other
offers." Winona sighed, "Try being a cult figure someday, people sending you
occult stuff." Steve frowned, "Good thing we're setting up a program for
monitoring your fan mail." Bridget waved for the check. Steve put it on his
expense account. "It's also a good thing we talked business, my boss is a real
tight wad about this kind of stuff." He whispered. Bridget gave him a slight
slap on the back, "Watch your mouth, Winona's anything but tight." Winona
objected, "Hey I'm not Jennie." Laughing as they got up, the headwaiter at his
station was glad they were in a good mood. He came over to say good bye and
thank them for their patronage.

As the company took shape Steve spent a couples of day's conducting interviews
for his new secretary.
His key people had arrived and were doing the same for their departments, the
final applicants would be approved by Steve. After a through and hard process of
interviews, he finally settled on the perfect applicant. Her name was Sandy
Bellamy, 5'5" and 110lbs of longhaired strawberry blonde sunshine. With
sparkling brown eyes, and smile that could disarm an alarm system. Her skills as
well as her 32 C breasts were impeccable. She could type 120 words a minute,
knew all the latest computer software, and had great interpersonal skills, with
the legs to match. Most of all she was very friendly. Not seeing much in the way
of employment on her resume. Steve ask how she had gotten through school, Sandy
was very forth coming and told him she worked to pay her tuition, as an exotic
dancer. At that moment, he knew she was the right woman for the job. Now all he
had to do was get her past the Board. The girls had insisted they have final say
on the hiring senior staff including and especially his personal secretary.

Before the final interview, Steve recommended Sandy leave out the reference
about her dancing to support herself she nodded knowingly. She felt intimidated
being questioned by Heather Locklear, Jennie Garth, Sarah Michelle Geller, and
Winona Ryder. But the girls were friendly enough, they seemed to like her and
the meeting went well. She left feeling good. As the door closed behind her, the
Fab Four looked at one another and laughed. "Steve can't be serious." Winona
grinned. Sarah looked over, "Did you see her legs, she must have been a
stripper." Heather smirked, "And that ass, not even Sarah's is that tight."
Sarah gave her a look. "Gee thanks for the comparison." Winona looked at Sandy's
resume, "To bad she is well qualified for the position." Heather mused, "And
several others. But I have an idea."

They walked into his office all smiles, he hoped it was a good sign. "Well
Sandy's hired, call her and tell her she can start anytime." Heather announced.
Steve almost jumped out of his chair. "You mean it?" The girls showed off their
perfect white teeth. He saw they were smiling too widely. "Okay what's the
catch?" Jennie hopped up on his desk next to him, "She'll be working in a
slightly different position than the one you had in mind for her." The others
giggled. His smile dropped out of sight. "And what would that be?" He asked
wearily. Winona folded her arms under her chest. "Liaison officer between the
board, and CEO." He almost fell out of his chair, "WHAT! You're making her an
officer! You can't do that!" The girls looked puzzled. "Did you know she worked
her way through college as a stripper! We can't hav... " The girls pretend to be
surprised. "I BEG your pardon Steven? That's not on her resume." Heather raised
her eyebrow. Steve sat back down, "Er, it just came up during the interview."
Sarah put her finger on her chin, "I thought she said waitress, didn't you
Heather." Her cohort nodded. "I wonder why she told us that?" The glaring heat
from their stares was awful, he felt like a deer in the headlights of a Mack
truck.

Steve tried on last desperate move to redeem his reputation. Pulling Jennie down
onto his lap, groaning as his did so. "Are you okay?" She said worriedly. "I'm
okay just my arm twinges now and then." The others rolled their eyes in vain. He
looked into her ice blue eyes, with as much sincerity as he could muster. "Hey
don't you trust me?" She looked at the others, "Maybe we're being to hasty guys,
should we give him a chance?" Sarah turned around with her back to them, placing
her feet wide apart she bent over at the waist and grabbed her ankles with both
hands, rotating her bum in the air. Looking up at Jennie, who promptly turned to
Steve, "No way!" He protested, "So what am I supposed to do for a secretary?"
"What about Rose McGuire?" Jennifer offered the others nodded. "Who?" He asked.
"She's the secretary we were considering, well qualified, married with two
children, and a born again Christian." Heather filled in. He sat back with
Jennie still in his arms. "oh whoopie." Jennie kissed him on the forehead, "It's
for your own good, and I think I should get off your lap now." She said as his
flaccid penis hardened against her thigh. Steve tightened his grip about her
waist. "Oh no you don't. I'm feeling a bit young and restless." She frowned, "I
know it's poking me in the bum. Guy's help me here." The others bolted for the
door, "No way Jennie, you were going to let him hire Sandy. Now you can play
secretary with him." Winona smirked. "Sarah he's rock hard don't you feel the
need." Sarah laughed, "I had my needs filled last night, he's all yours."
Heather looked over her shoulder as she closed the door. "We'll lock up, so you
two aren't disturbed." Jennie wriggled in his arms, which only made things
harder. "Some FREINDS you turned out to be. I'll get you all for this!" Heather
popped her head back in the door, "Sorry Jen, wrong show." She yelled after
them. Steve opened his arms and let her go. Jennie put her arms around his neck
and kissed him fondly. The girls were listening on the other side of the door,
they were curious than more anything else just to see what happened next.

"So do I just bend over the desk and take it?" Jen quipped. "No, I don't want to
have sex with you." Steve smiled. "Huh, tired of me now?" He pulled her closer
as she swung her legs over the arm of the chair. "Never, but what I want is that
sweet nice girlfriend of yours, Kelly Taylor." She smiled at him, "Oh you are
wicked Steve. Kelly's engaged to Brandon, and she is such do gooder." Steve
moved his right hand between Jens thighs, her short burgundy skirt bunched up at
her pelvis. "I know that's why I want her."

His fingers slipping beneath the elastic of her panties, detecting the warmth of
her crotch. Her head rolled as he touched her privates, Jens lips brushing his
ear tonguing the outer edge. She rubbed his hand against her pelvis, as his left
hand unzipped the back of her dress. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the
role. Playing Kelly for seven years, the two had become one in the same. Last
night they had watched an old episode of Beverly Hills 90210 where Kelly was
being sexually harassed, by the doctor she was working for at the free clinic.

"Please Dr. Colt I'm promised to another man." Steve turned her face to his
kissing her pure innocent lips.
"Do you want me to keep working clinic Kelly?" She looked at him shyly, "Yes
sir, but…" He lifted her chin, looking at her watery eyes. "No buts Kelly, you
want me continue working here. I have to know I'm appreciated. You'll never get
a doctor of my caliber to replace me." Kelly nodded vigorously, "Oh you are. Dr.
Colt." He nodded, "I'm sorry Kelly, I don't believe you. Can you prove it?" She
looked at him timidly, "Pleease don't make me do this." Steve smiled evilly, "Be
a good girl and do what I tell you."

Gently he coaxed the girl next door out of her dress, and hoisted her up onto
his desk. She sat in front of him in just her bra and panties. A red lacy under
wire bra, and satin French cut panties, "My Kelly what nice sexy lingerie. Is
this how you dress for your boyfriend, slut?" She nodded meekly, trying to cover
herself with her arms. "I'm not a slut!" She stammered trying to be assertive.
Steve pushed his chair back and stood up. "Oh we'll soon fix that!" Getting her
to unzip his pants was easy, but she almost jumped off his desk when she was the
size of his pecker. "I–I can't take that, it's huge."

Steve put his arms around her, "Now Kelly I'll be gentle, maybe we could start
with something easy." He picked her up and deposited the petite figure on the
floor before him. She stared up at him demurely. "You know what to do sweetie."
Kelly blinked and looked shocked, "But I've never done that! I'm not that kind
of girl!" Steve pretended to get mad. "Look you little tramp, you come in here
wearing those tight short skirts, shear blouses and lacy underwear expecting me
to believe you've never sucked cock before? You make me sick coming in here once
a week from your Beverly Hills doing a little charity for the poor so you can
race back to the country club and feel better while your sipping French wines."
She covered her head, "I only did it one time." She cried. "Well now, time for a
refresher don't you think? After all you want to be good at it for your fiancée
don't we?" The mere mention of Brandon while she was naked with this creep made
her feel dirty. "Yes." She said without looking up. He patted the top of her
head like a dog.

Kelly got on her knees taking his penis in one hand stroking its length, kissing
the vulgar head. He leaned forward pushing it between her pliable lips, which
slid over the organ encompassing its mass. Kelly nervously began sucking on the
head. "There ya go darling." Steve closed his eyes as her cheeks pressed his
dick into her mouth. His hands pushed her bra off her shoulders, freeing her
small impish breasts from the decorative cups. The tips of his fingers bringing
her nipples to life. His hips swayed feeding her more tube steak, letting her
suck it to the back of her mouth, where she lovingly played her tongue over the
shaft. With his hands on her shoulders Steve pulled her body closer she resisted
and choked spitting his cock out. "No I can't, it's too much." Kelly cried. The
evil doctor grabbed her firmly by the sides of her head. "If you want to be good
at this, you have to be able to deep throat honey." He pushed forward filling
her mouth with his throbbing meat. She gagged a bit as his hard cock forced it's
way down her slim throat. He could feel her neck muscles giving way. Kelly had
her hands on his hips trying to push him away, but her mouth kept sucking him
back in. The young girl looked up into his eyes while his penis disappeared
inside her mouth. Her tongue worked the underside as he pumped in and out of the
wet slurping hole in her face. A bit of saliva drooled from the corners of
Kelly's mouth as she ate her bosses cock. Not wanting blow his load just yet in
the naïve young thing he pulled out, and helped her up to sit on his desk. "That
was excellent Kelly, your husband is going to be one happy fellow." She felt so
ashamed.

Knowing what was coming next, Kelly crossed her legs protectively. He put a hand
on her top knee, "Now Kelly be charitable." She looked away as he pried her
slender fine legs open, shivering visibly as he's hand's moved up her thighs to
pull her panties from her hips. Kelly made a grab for the waistband of her
garment as her blonde silky neatly trimmed pubic hairs were revealed. "Kelly!"
He admonished. Reluctantly she released the barrier uncovering her cherished
privacy. Steve could see how narrow her gap was, getting a finger in there would
be work let alone nine inches of steel. He sniffed at her panties smelling her
sex. "Nice, very nice." She smiled shyly. Dropping them on the chair he got to
his knees and pulled her by the hips to the edge of the desk. "Now lay back and
relax Kelly, just enjoy this." Kelly lay on her back as instructed, her eyes
closed in anticipation. Gently spreading her knees Steve moved in and kissed her
knee, licking his way to her crotch. She whispered a moan as his lips brushed
hers. "Oooooohhhh!" He smiled Kelly was a much a whore as Jennie, she just
didn't know it yet.

Sarah and Winona listened carefully on the other side of the door. "Did you hear
that?" Sarah spoke quietly. "She's so easy." Winona replied. She could feel her
own privates moistening at the soft sounds coming from inside. Reaching around
Winona put her arm over Sarah's shoulder, her hand falling on the blonde's
supple breast. Sarah's hand moved over Winona's pressing her fingers to her own
tit. She turned around leaning against the door accepting the brunette's
affectionate kiss. By this time Heather had long since been gone, somewhat
disgusted that her companions had stooped to such a level.

Kelly arched her back pressing her lips to his as Steve's tongue wormed its way
in. Her hands gripped his hair as she wiggled her vulva over his face. His mouth
sucked at her softening hole, licking at the trickle of juices, which seeped
from within her honey pot. Kelly's moans grew with mounting intensity, her
buried desires awakened. Steve decided to tease her a bit, "Kelly what do want
me to stop?" She looked down at him through slited eyes. "Don't stop please
j-just a bb-it mmoore." He smiled. "Tell me what you really want." She moaned
and wiggled on the edge of the desk. "You know, don't tease me." He ceased his
licks and stood between her legs. "Tell me Kelly, beg me." Her face flashed with
anger and desire. Her hands snaked down to her throbbing slit to try and finish
the job. He grabbed her wrists and held them, above her head. "Oh no you don't."
Now she was mad "You you, bastard! Pleeease oh god please I can feel it." She
wiggled more trying to rub herself against his erection, but he held her out of
reach. Kelly let out a wimper, "Fuck you, Pleaase fuck me?" He smiled "With
meaning girl." Her chest heaved with defeat, "Please Fuck me, I need your hard
cock rammed deep inside my wet aching pussy. Fuck me till I scream, until I beg
you to stop. Fuck me like the slut I want to be pleeease!!" Steve smirked. "Well
if you say so." Stroking her fires running his strong hands over Kelly's
twisting body. Her full tipped nipples hardened under his touch, the swelling
breasts wobbled like jello as his palms caressed them in a rounded motion. Kelly
put one hand on the back of Steve's neck, the other took hold of his cunt kisser
rubbing it up, and down her hungry slit. She was frightened it would hurt, just
like when she lost her virginity. At the same time Kelly felt excited at the
prospect of being screwed by a real man, a real big man. She knew he could fill
the emptiness Brandon had always left inside her.

The gasp that escaped her lips upon penetration was matched by his groan, as her
privates grabbed his pecker like a boa constrictor on a goat. He pushed the head
comfortably inside her, feeling the lips snap closed behind it. Kelly looked
down her body at the piercing shaft about to impale her birth canal. She braced
her feet on the desk her knees opening wider. "Ohh Yesss, Ohh hurrry, take my
whores cunt! I was built for fucking!!"

Sarah had stripped off her tank top and jeans, as Winona fumbled with the
buttons on her dress. The slayer pushed her partner on to the secretary's desk
and playfully nipped at her neck. Winona rolled over pinning the younger actress
beneath her gaining the dominant position. Her breast's dangled invitingly above
Sarah's face, leaning up she licked the underside of Winona's tit's. Winona
lowered her breasts for Sarah's enjoyment as the sexy blonde opened her mouth.
She could feel the brunette's knee rubbing up against her aroused cunt. She
pulled Winona's face down to her own, a slight breeze entered her lips as they
kissed.
"Mmmmmmhh!" Winona stuck her tongue out, Sarah's soft poker came out and kissed
it.

He held her hips firmly as he pressed into the tight passage. Kelly braced as
the blunt organ stretched her love hole over its thick girth. "Ohhhh Jesus
Chriiiist, Ahh…AAAaaaw!" Steve inched forward, increasing in pressure slowly,
steadily. She mewed in short breaths like an out of breath kitten. As he filled
her up, Kelly's legs began to kick with discomfort, the bloated feeling spread
through out her lower region. "ew, ew, ew." Looking down between them Steve
smiled seeing the young tease's cunt lips rudely stretched around his cherry
stick. "Congratulations Ms. Taylor, you're now a nine inch girl." He jested. She
withered on the end of his cock trying to find a comfortable position for her
vagina trying to relieve the pressure his cock was putting on her cervix, before
it burst into her womb. Sliding back he gave her a short thrust. "Ooow!
Yeeesss!!" She squealed. Smiling he stroked himself with her love tunnel as she
squirmed on the desk top, her white perky breasts heaving in short rises.

Sarah tensed at the touch of Winona's tongue, her sensitive girl parts, shivered
with tingles. Winona's warm breath heated the damp lips of her lover. Sarah
closed her eyes as she kissed the older girls offered sex, she could feel
Winona's face pressing in response the her lips. They lay together, Sarah flat
on her back, knees up in the air spread like a whore. Winona lay on top, her
thighs framing Sarah's straight blonde hair. Each girl licking the tasty pussy
presented to her, their sexuality inflaming the buds of their clitorises.
Sarah grew eager as Winona's more experienced fingers, opened her slit and
burrowed into her cunt. Her own strong digits tentatively played with Winona's
puffy smooth labia. They could hear Kelly screaming as she had her tight fuck
hole opened up.

Kelly hung on to his hips as she was reamed out, like a whore on Saturday night.
Steve was slamming the small blonde figurine joyfully up and down his cock like
the fuck doll she was. Her cries rang in his ears. "Oh GOD FUCCK ME, YES, YESSS,
YESSSS!!!" He was sweating like a boxer, and the strain on his back was murder,
but the sensation of her slick hot snatch sliding along his penis was worth it.
Her thrashing pelvis added to the feeling of europia as her hands slapped the
desk, while she begged for more cock meat. Kelly was now thrashing around wildly
on the end of the nine-inch intruder desperately trying to reach an orgasm,
which was so very close. She bucked up with each thrust hoping it would ignite
the spark that would set her off into an explosion of erotic emotions. Steve
could feel her cunt tube griping his meat more tightly, he knew she was about to
trip like a claymore in the jungle. He slowed his fuck strokes and then built up
the intensity again, until her muscles were crushing his dick. "Uugh, Uuuhhhg,
uuhhhgg, AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" Kelly's climax ripped through her body
with ferocity she had never experienced before. Steve held on as the cute slut
trembled violently on his ridged cock.

Sarah was now two fingers and one tongue deep inside Winona's gaping hole, and
had her pleading for more. Just as Winona had worked out the combination to
Sarah's orgasm, and was making the unnatural blonde sing a similar tune. Winona
had tickled Sarah's clit out of its hood and was sucking the engorged organ like
a miniature penis. Long rehearsal sessions with Bridget had enabled her to
develop cunnilingus into a fine art which she was a master. While Sarah was
still much the student at eating pie she was gifted with the desire to please
and a lengthy tongue. Winona cried out softly as small wave of excitement flowed
though her pelvis from the climax touched off by Sarah's efforts. Sarah herself
was hit with a blossom of heat from her clit as Winona rubbed it with the tip of
her tongue.

Steve lowered Kelly onto the desk as she basked in the afterlife of her orgasm.
The withdrawal of his still hard prick brought a cry from her lips as she felt a
sudden void within her being. Jen gently pressed her wet thighs together trying
to close the rift. He crept over to the door and listened to the sounds of two
feminine voices moaning with pleasure. He cracked open the door to see Sarah and
Winona, in a sixty-nine embrace on the desk outside. He smiled confidently as he
opened the door and snuck up on them. Sarah didn't see him until his cock was
waving over her mouth. He smiled down at her putting a finger to his lips. She
smiled up at him, realizing want he had in mind. Reaching up she grabbed his
cock and sucked on its head like a lollipop then gave the tip a kiss. Winona
rested her head on the desk panting for breath, when she had a strange
sensation. "Sarah, please tell me that's your nose I'm feeling." Sarah smiled,
"Nope." Winona looked over her shoulder, just as Steve introduced nine inches of
still hard meat into her dripping wet pussy. "Oh Shhhiiiiiiit!"

He buried all of it in one swift thrust, yanking the award-winning actress back
onto him as he fucked her black trimmed pussy. "Ohhh HELL !" Wasting no time he
plundered her cunt searching for an orgasm.
Sarah locked her legs around Winona's back and grabbed her hips with her strong
hands helping Steve to ram Winona down to the base of his throbbing dick. Steve
banged away mercilessly trying to get off in her snug little sperm collector.
Winona hoped he didn't bruise her cervix as she sensed another orgasm coming
round the bend. His jizz pulsed along and shot out blasting her cunt with its
sticky slime, striking her cervix which triggered Winona's own climax, shaking
both of them above the supine blonde.
Sarah grinned as her lover's nest filled with cum over flowing it's capacity,
and dripping out around the edges. She leaned up and licked the black bush with
Steve's penis still lodged inside. Cum clung to her tongue as she lapped at the
duo's love tools. He softened and pulled out, leaving Winona to whine about her
gaping hole. Sarah eagerly stuck her face back in the vacancy and licked out
whatever jizz her stretched tongue could reach, sucking at Winona's pussy to get
all she could. This tripped a third orgasm for the brunette who threw her head
back as Sarah's cum starved mouth ravaged her clit and cunt.

Steve walked around the desk and lifted Winona's chin offering her something to
chew on. She smiled fondly and opened her mouth to accept his penis. She slurped
at his cock working to get him hard again. A few tricks with her tongue and a
little more suction than a Hoover and he was hard as nails. Winona began to deep
throat him just as Jennie came out of the office. She was surprised at what she
saw, Sarah cleaning out Winona's seamen filled cunt, Winona sucking Steve's cock
like a whore. She moved over to the desk and pulled Sarah's face away from
Winona's fucked hole. "Hey Sarah mind if I join in?" Sarah smiled delirious from
a semen overdose. She grabbed Jennie's head and kissed her deeply, Jennie tasted
the love juices and cum in Sarah's mouth, she returned the kiss licking the
insides of the younger blonde's oral cavity.

Looking over Winona's smooth white porcelain back Steve could see Jennie and
Sarah French kissing passionately. His blood level went up, along with whatever
sperm he had left, Winona caught most of it in the back of her mouth. She
swallowed the gooey mess, and pushed him out. The last spurt splattered all over
her face, spotting on her forehead, and nose, making a line across her cheek and
lips. She laughed and got off of Sarah sitting on the end of the desk. The other
two broke their kiss upon hearing her laugh. Looking over at her sticky, sperm
laden face. They grabbed Winona and held her down to lick the seamen off her.

Steve smiled happily and headed for the bathroom. The girls looked at each other
and jumped off the desk almost running him down in a mad dash for the shower.
Entering the bathroom, he could see three svelte figures behind the frosted
glass, huddled under the spray of hot water. He walked over tugged open the
door. Sarah put one arm over her breasts, and yanked the door closed. "Hey do
you mind!" He leaned against the counter, watching them wash one another, all
over. An occasional moan drifted over the partition. Steve looked at the toilet,
then thought the better of it. "Steve?" He stood up hoping for an invite, it
would be a very tight squeeze, but he was use to that. "Could you get our
clothes from outside please?"
He snarled, "Yes ma'am." Still naked he stomped into the outer area and
retrieved their things. Sarah and Jennie came out, wrapped in a pair of white
towels, Sarah had brought the hair dyer out of the bathroom.

Jennie walked over and put her arms around his neck giving him a lingering slow
kiss. "Well how did I do Dr. Colt?" Steve grinned, "Better than your friend
Jennie." She smiled slyly. "Promise you won't tell her what I did? I want her to
keep thinking I'm nice girl." He nodded laughingly. Sarah was pulling her tank
top down over her shoulders, "You guy's are weird." She let go of him and picked
up her panties, "You should try it sometime, what a rush." Steve looked over as
Sarah pulled her sweater down over her breasts. "I'd like to give Buffy Summer's
a workout she wouldn't forget." Sarah shook her damp hair. "She has enough
problems as it is. She's too much in love with Angel, and you know what he's
like when he gets mad. Besides she's not a slut like some Beverly Hills girls."
Kelly scoffed, "Go shove a stake up your....!" Steve clamped his hand over her
mouth. "I'm sure she meant that in a nice way." Jen struggled out of his grip
glaring at him.
Winona's voice cut into the silence. "Steve could you wash my back?" He headed
for the bathroom, "Try not to kill each other while I'm gone." The warm soapy
water sprayed their bodies. He caressed Winona's smooth unblemished back,
tracing the outline of her shoulder blades, fingering her bumpy spine. Her
breasts rubbed softly against his bare chest, while his semi erect penis nestled
itself into her trimmed patch of pubic hair. Her head snuggled against shoulder,
as she hummed quietly in the small room, they swayed under the relaxing comfort
of the shower spray. He recognized the melody as Bryan Adams "Have you ever
loved a woman." He wondered if he was doing the right thing, "Could one man have
such love seven women as much as he did, or thought he did. How was this going
to end, and whose heart was going to be broken?" Winona was searching her own
soul. "How long would she have such an intense love for this man? Could she give
up her lover to him?" The water turned warm, reaching behind her Steve turned
off the taps. Looking down into her dark brooding eye's he kissed her full
mouth, draining away all tension as their lips locked in an open debate. Exiting
the shower they quickly toweled off, Steve made a mental note to have more
towels put in.

In the office Sarah was on the phone, Jennie was surfing the Internet checking
out one of her fan sites. "Here he is, its Jennifer, see you soon." She said
handing over the phone. They all looked at him making kissy faces he turned his
back to them. "Yes, okay, should I bring anything? Red or white? Okay I love you
too, see you soon." They made kissy noises as he hung up the phone. "Hot date
tonight?" Jennie teased. He shrugged, "Just dinner." Winona gave him a look.
"With her mom, brother and Sarah." He added. Sarah interjected, "They want to
meet this guy they've heard so much about, and to find out if he's bonking their
little girl." He glared at her, "I'll remember that next time your mom is in
town." Her eyes narrowed, "Say one word and I'll strap you to my kick bag." He
winced, "Pick you up at seven?" She smiled like a valley girl. "Okay." Sharing a
brief group hug they all went their separate ways.

Jennifer's mom and older brother were nice earthy people, they seemed relieved
to find Steve wasn't some gold digging boy toy the tabloids were painting him
as. They were happy to see Sarah still hung with her, and that her show was such
a success. Jennifers parents were divorced, thought she still had periodic
contact with her dad who had since remarried. The purpose of her mom's visit was
to find out more about the company they had formed. They were often worried
about the Love of their life, living in LA all alone. True her big brother had
his practice here, but he had his own life. During dinner Sarah collected looks
from Jennifer's sibling. He was a chiropractor, stocky, dark, small hands. Sarah
was nice and made small talk, but found him to be a bit on the creepy side. She
found it hard to believe he shared Jennifer's genes.

Steve told them all about his life, except what wasn't in the papers or on
public record. Jennifer's mom gently turned the conversation to the latest
scandal papers with stories that he was seeing three different actresses.
Jennifer turned eight shades of red, "Mother!!" Steve just smiled, "I think you
can appreciate the relationship I have with them after the experiences we
shared. As much ****** I got for saving their lives, I own them much more for
saving my mine." He reached out and held both their hands. Their eyes glistening
with wetness. "The media didn't mention Sarah or Jennie much. But they were
there, the doctors said I wouldn't have made it if not for the help, these fine
young ladies. When I was in the hospital they came by twice a week, always
bringing goodies for the staff, signing autographs. They were really nice about
it. I know everything about the movie "I Know What You Did Last Summer" go ahead
ask me." Sarah took a swipe at him, and every laughed.

Jennifer and her brother cleared the table while her mom grilled him and
Sarah-Michelle some more.
Her older brother and both of her cats Haylie, and Don Juan De Marcos followed
Love into the kitchen. He dropped the plates into the sink. "Hey Love, mind if
ask you a question. She was getting the dessert out of the fridge as the cats
meowed around her feet. "What?" He turned around to catch her bending over with
her head in the fridge. Man had she ever grown up, and out. Jennifer was a late
bloomer, skinny and flat, until puberty hit her at sixteen. With both barrels
and then some. His eyes flowed over her shapely ass, down her long tanned legs.
He could feel his mouth watering as his sister shifted under her dress, the
v-shaped panty line showing clearly through the thin material. He followed the
line from her hips over her cheeks, down to the narrow..." My god what was he
thinking! This was his bratty little kid sister.

She straightened up, and turned around. His eyes darted away. "You were saying?"
He looked back at her casually, "Oh, Er are you two. You know seeing one
another." She looked at him sternly, wondering if he was fishing, or if he had
discovered something. She decided to play it safe. "You're kidding Steve's a
little old for me don't ya think."

He looked at her blankly, "No, no I meant you and Sarah." She almost dropped the
cake. Her lesbian relationship with Sarah was her most closely guarded secret.
Everyone thought they were just best friends, occasionally they "dated" male
celebrities. That was just a cover to protect their images. Jennifer was
currently casually dating Will Freidly of Boy Meets World. He was a nice guy,
who wasn't wild or unpredictable. "What are you talking about?" She demanded in
a low tone. He looked at her nervously. "Well you know, you spend a lot of time
together, and neither of you date much from what I read in the papers. I thought
maybe if you two weren't you know, and if she wasn't seeing anyone, you could
ask her out for me."

Jennifer was relieved, and floored. He didn't know anything for sure, but he
wanted to go out with her girlfriend. "You think Sarah and I are... oh gross,
that's sick!" She whispered pretending to be disgusted. Anyway Sarah's not your
type besides that you're to old for her. You're working way to hard." He looked
crest fallen, "Don't worry you just need to get out more often, you'll find the
right girl one day." She said supportively. They went back to the dinning room,
Sarah caught the weird glance from Jennifer's brother.

Over dessert of Black Forest cake, the conversation turned to the kid's social
life. Love how are things with that Will boy you've been dating." Jen smiled,
"Casual mom just a couple of dates." Her mother smiled, "You should make time
dear, he seems like a nice boy." Jen smiled, "Yes Mother." Seeing her daughter
was being defensive, she turned on the other child. "And what about you." Love's
brother flinched. "Mom, I don't have time either. Besides I haven't found the
right girl just yet." Jennifer choked on a piece of cake, "Ack ack!" Her brother
hit her on the back. "You okay Mouse." She nodded and drank some water. Sarah
and Steve looked at each other trying not to burst out laughing.

A couple of hours after dinner Steve and Sarah got up to leave. "Very nice
meeting you Steven." Jennifer's mother hugged him. "I'm glad our baby knows
people like you and Sarah." Jennifer was embarrassed, "Mother, I'm nineteen!"
Her big brother hugged her, "You're still a baby to us Mouse." She grimaced.
Sarah said goodbye to them and Jennifer. Steve was a bit uncomfortable when she
gave him a big hug and kiss in front of her family. They just smiled and said
nothing. He escorted Sarah down the hall of the apartment building. "Did you
hear that?" She whispered as they rounded the corner. "Sure did, Mouse." They
laughed.

Steve took Sarah home, pulling into the driveway, he turned off the ignition.
Sarah unlocked the seatbelt. "You want to come in for a quick nightcap." He
stretched in the darkness of the interior, "I should go, but thanks for asking."
She smiled flashing her perfect white teeth, "Okay suit yourself." Grabbing him
by the back of the head, she pulled him forward and planted a firm wet kiss, on
his surprised lips. He gasped for air as she let go, "Wea- well maybe just a-a
quick one." He got out and almost tripped going to her side of the car. Sarah
took his hand as she got out. "Thank you Steve." She giggled. Getting inside
they were jumped by Sarah's cat, "Hi Harley." She greeted, as the cat wound it's
way round her feet. The cat purred in response, continuing on to rubbing its fur
all over Steve's pant leg. He bent down and gave Sarah's pussy a tickle. It
purred and trembled then walked off into the living room with Sarah and Steve
close behind.

Sarah asked him to get the bottle of wine from the kitchen while she lit a few
candles put on some music.
Steve heard Carly Simon coming from the living room, as he poured the white
wine. Returning to the parlor he found the lithe blonde sitting on her burgundy
leather couch. Her black waistcoat draped over the back. She was trying to
massage her shoulders, handing her a glass of wine, he put the other glass on
the coffee table. "Let me." Steve sat next to her, and rang her aching muscles
in his fingers. "Ooooh that feels good." His fingers worked down her back
pressing her with his thumbs. "You should be careful on the show don't want you
ending up like Bruce Lee." Sarah turned, "Wasn't that an allergic reaction to
some ******** he was taking for headaches?" He nodded, "The blow to his head may
have been a contributing factor." She smiled, "Don't worry I'm in peak physical
shape. The stuntmen are real gentle on me, any real dangerous stuff is done by
my stunt double. Why don't you come to the set sometime?" He looked at her
excitedly, "Really? You mean it?" She smiled and nodded, "Sure how about
Thursday?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Just watch it around Charisma, or I'll
stake you." He looked at her "Who me?"

Putting down his glass he picked up a framed photo of Sarah and her mom. "This
is new isn't it?" She nodded, "That's a couple of weeks ago at Lake Tahoe."
Steve had never seen a picture of her dad, her parents divorced when she was
seven. He had never heard Sarah mention her father. "Do you miss him?" Steve
asked curiously. "Hell no! He was a selfish, uncaring, domineering, ass. How
could he do it? How could he leave us like that?" The tiny beginnings of tears
started to collect in the corners of Sarah's pale green eyes. "Why didn't he
love me enough to stick around." she was close to bawling and the tears became
drips. "What kind of a jerk runs out on his wife, and a seven year old kid like
that Steve!?" The truth was Sarah did miss her father, or was it growing up
without one? Girl Guides, tickle fights, bedtime stories, being carried, even
listening to her friends bitch about their Dad's when she was growing up. If
they only knew how lucky they were.

He held her close as she sobbed quietly. "It not you fault Sarah, some men just
aren't cut out to be fathers. I be proud to have a beautiful talented daughter
like you." Her chest heaved against his with each ragged breath, as she nestled
her head into the crook of his shoulder. "I hate him, I hate his guts!" Steve
patted her on the back trying to sooth the beast within Sarah. "You know, he is
still your father." She pulled back. "What!? How can you defend him like that?
Where was he when I was growing up, he didn't teach me how to drive, he didn't
take me to auditions, or skating tournaments. He didn't remember my birthday's,
or even come to my graduation." Holding her by the arms he reiterated his
statement. "I'm not defending him. I'm just saying he is still, your father."
Her face grew red with anger, "My father doesn't exist! End of story!!" Steve
put his arms around her pulling Sarah in close rubbing her back, "I'm sorry
okay, I didn't mean to upset you. " Looking at his watch he saw it was getting
late. "Listen you get some sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow."

As he got up to leave Sarah grabbed his hand, "Wait." Her eyes still damp with
tears sparkled in the candlelight. "I don't think I want to be alone tonight.
Could you stay with me, please." He sat down again.
"Sure, I'm sorry about what I said, you were right being a called a father has
to be earned." She gave him a small smile. "No, you were right. I just hate him
that's all." They finished their drinks watching Harley stalking his toys across
the carpet.

Turning her back to him she pulled up her hair, "Could you unbutton me so I can
change." For once the blouse had the buttons down the back, he undid the buttons
all the way down her back. "What are you going to change into?" Pulling her silk
blouse from her shoulders and holding it over her breasts, she turned facing
him. Her legs crossed pushing her short black skirt up her matching stocking
clad thighs. "Wouldn't you like to know." She teased pushing his hand off her
knee before it could improperly advance. Getting up she walked towards her
bedroom, Steve watched her cute but wiggle, as she let the blouse fall from her
chest.

He got up and went after her, grabbing her swiftly from behind, she was over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes during a food shortage. "Heeey put me down.
What do you think your doing." Steve walked through the living room to the back
of the house. "As your protector, I wouldn't be doing my job, if I did not check
under your bed for monsters." Sarah slapped him on the ass. "And what are you
going to do if you find any." He put her down gently, on floor. "Hide behind
you." Harley jumped up on the bed beside her. "Meeooow." Sarah stroked her
pussy, "Some protector you are." He took off his jacket, tossing it on to a
chair. "It's in my contract, no vampires, demons, or boogymen."

Steve kissed her moonlit face, forehead, nose, lips, Sarah reached up undoing
his tie, shirt, pants. Steve took off her satin camisole and matching bra, the
unzipped skirt fell to the floor, as he unhooked her nylons, from the
suspenders, carefully rolling each one off her succulent muscular legs, she
tasted so fine. The cat thumped its tail on the bed lazily watching them through
half opened eyes. They could hear Carly Simon singing "You're so vain."

"Steve?" She whispered, as his lips tasted her throat. "Huh." He responded
absentmindedly. "Thanks for caring so much about me." He stopped and looked into
her beautifully colored eyes. "Hey you make it so easy, besides I say anything
just to get you in the sack." Sarah grabbed his arm spun around and flipped him
onto her bed. Harley sprang from the mattress a bare second before impact, and
dashed out the door. "Sorry Harley!" Sarah yelled after the frightened furball.
She turned her attention back to Steve. "I'm going to make you eat those words
pal."

A minute later he was up to his eyeballs in hair pie. Sarah lay back with her
legs spread wide open, holding on to the headboard as their lips copulated
between them. Harley watched intensely from the safety of the doorway, listening
to his mistress meowing. The phone rang, Sarah ignored it trying to build up an
orgasm. The answering machine click on, it was Jennifer. She stopped rocking,
and reached over to pick it up. Steve held her by the hips, though his suction
alone was enough to keep Sarah attached to his face. "Heeelloo J-Jennifer. Ooooh
God Yess!" Jennifer realizing she was interrupting, "Oops sorry Sarah I'll see
you tomorrow." Sarah moaned as Steve's tongue lapped lazily across her clitoris.
"Nooo it's ookayy." She dismounted so she could think and talk straight, Steve
took the opportunity to flip Sarah onto her back, and saddled up. She tried to
push him back but with only one hand free Steve got his way. Upon entering her
Nirvana his sudden thrust made Sarah drop the phone. Steve retrieved it as he
parted her ways. "Ohhhhhh!!" She whimpered. "Hi Jennifer. Sarah's a bit occupied
right now. " He shoved another inch home making her groan loudly. She looked up
at him through half open eyes mouthing the words "You prick."

Jennifer was lying in her own bed alone, jealous of her friend. "Gee this great,
I make you dinner and she ends up getting laid." Jennifer's hand snaked under
her satin panties towards her own flower. "Sorry Love I'll make it up to you
somehow." He soothed. ""I have a better idea." She perked. Sarah cries of
passion were getting the best of her as usual, "Steve, are you fucking her right
now?" Steve thrust the last two inches of pike into Sarah. "YEESS!!" She
screamed. "Does that answer your question Love?" Jennifer's finger stroked her
own slit, feeling it's warm moist arousal. "Let me talk to Sarah." He passed it
back to the sexually frustrated girlfriend lying below him. "You want him to do
what to me? But Jennifer I'm almost there." She complained as he continued
riding her. "Okay, but only cause I love you."

She looked up at him through her sultry green peepers. "Mr. Demon would you
please flip me over and stick your evil dick up my ass." He stopped like
confused bull at a circus. Her eyes pleaded with him, "Please, Jennifer want's
to hear Buffy scream as you butt fuck her." He could hear Sarah's mistress on
the other end. "I'll be checking you tomorrow slut, and you'd better be loose
back there, or I'll do you myself with a cucumber." Sarah looked frightened.
"Please Mr. Demon don't let her use the cucumber, anything but that!!" He
shrugged, "Okay, if that's the way you want it." Sarah smiled in relief.
"There's some condoms and Vaseline in my nightstand. He eased out of her wet
sucking hole with a plop, she let out a little cry of despair.

Opening the drawer he found the jar, condoms, and a six-inch white dildo. "Do
all of you guy's have one of these?" He asked waving it in front of her face.
Sarah face went flush, "I-I, well you can't be in two places at once." He placed
it on the bed beside her, She took the condom from him and torn it open. Then
placed it between her lips, Steve kneeled before her with up thrust hips, as her
mouth came down over his erection, pushing the condom onto his penis. Getting it
halfway down with her mouth she stopped, then took a deep breath and swallowed
until her lips pressed against his pelvis. Holding the rim down she quickly
withdrew gasping for air. Sarah kissed him softly as she turned facedown on the
bed and spread her legs. Steve pulled her up by the waist and tucked a pillow
under her stomach. "Thanks." She whispered. He applied a liberal amount of jelly
to her soft puckered rectum, working his finger in slowly. Sarah began to moan
and wiggle as he stretched her asshole with a second finger, greasing her like a
camshaft.

Jennifer could hear everything they did, as Steve's fingers plied her lover's
ass. Her own hand worked slowly as she pressed a second finger into her cunt,
spreading her lips wide for the dildo, which lay nearby.
Both girls where moaning in sync, each envisioning the others predicament.
Jennifer's other hand was pushing her breast up as she leaned down and licked
the nipple to a stiff erection of its own. Her tit felt so good between her
fingers, the soft warm flesh bulged in her hand. So engrossed with her own body
the shrieking coming from the phone startled her.

Sarah screamed as the tip of the demon's prick broke through her sphincter.
"AAAAGGGHH!" She bit into her satin pillow, pounding her fists on the bed. "SHIT
that smarts!" He halted to let her relax, kissing the back of her neck letting
her know he cared. "Fuck her my Master, screw Buffy the Vampire Slave right into
her belly. Make her beg you to take her ass with that huge scepter of yours."
Sarah heard her mistress's commands through the nausea of pain. Turning her head
to the side she groaned, "No I'll never give in to your evil ways! My friends
will rescue me." The Demon laughed hauntingly. "They are no more. Giles and
Xander are vampires. Willow, Cordellia, and Jenny all carry my seed in their
bellies, They will give birth to a new breed. Your mother is now my queen and
you will soon have a baby brother." She looked at him with hate, "Angel will
have your head for this!" The Demon laughed, "HA, HA, HAA! He has returned to
the dark side of the afterlife." A look of despair came over her face,
"NNNooooooooo!" Her only true lover was lost to evilness, nothing could save her
now.

He lanced his pole through her rectum, which swallowed it whole. The move caught
her off guard and she groaned as her butt hole strangled his bloated rod, Sarah
pulled away and he pushed again. He only had time to cushion her hips, as her
ass slammed into his pelvis. "Yeeeesss! Moooore my slave slut!" He leaned over
her prone figure and gripped the headboard with both hands, holding on for dear
life as Sarah's ass was fucked by his Demonhood.

The evil doer reached over and retrieved the dildo, lying on the bed. Awkwardly
he began rubbing the tip along Buffy's snatch, holding it firm allowing the
bucking blond to work her juiced up cunt onto the plastic cock. She stopped only
when it was fully embedded with her cunt, and the tips of his fingers caressed
her lips.

"You are now mine!" He bellowed in an evil voice, "Buffy the Vampire Slave."
Buffy shook her head "NO Never!" His cock surged forward again. "Who are you?"
He asked. "Buffy the Vampire Slayer!" His evil scepter reamed her a second time.
"Who are YOU?" She gasped with pain, "Buffy the Vampire Slayer!" She screamed in
agony. Again her ripped into her defenseless asshole. "WHO ARE YOU?" She cried
in shame, "Buffy the Vampires Slave." He laughed in victory, "Ha Ha Ha! And who
do you serve?" Buffy whimpered, "I serve the Master, and all vampires, as sex
toy, to be used in whatever manner befitting a slut slave. My bitch's cunt
exists only to be fucked by all the undead and my mouth will swallow the sperm
of vampires for all eternity. "

Tucking his arm under her waist he held her firmly and began fucking the crap
out of Buffy's aerobasized ass. As he drove into her banging cheeks, her hands
gripped the bed sheets, she screamed into her pillow,
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!" and tried to shake him off. Buffy was begging for
mercy, "No more please take it out you're ripping me up. Master for Satan's sake
it hurts so bad." He held her down and licked up her back, kissing her ear. "You
will beg me to let you service my cock after release you to my minions. They
will use your sweet young body in ways you can't even imagine. In the end you
will plead for honor of carrying my child in your womb."

Jennifer was now cunt deep in fingers dildo and ecstasy. Sweat and fluid poured
from her body as she pleasured herself, rocking back and forth. Her hands moved
to touch both her hardened nipples, exploring Jennifer's flat abs, outlining the
trimmed bush of pubic hair between her spread legs. The pulsing of her vagina
sent radiant heat waves through her pelvis. Jennifer's tongue wetted her dry
panting lips, as she concentrated on her orgasm.

Buffy was now pounding on the bed madly with her fists as the Master rammed her
from behind like a Chicago Bull. Her legs flailed along his flanks as his cock
bludgeoned her rectum battering it without mercy. "How's this you little piece
of trash, like it now? You won't be able to sit down for a week." He jested. She
looked over her shoulder. "Yees, Yeesss Master. AAAAAAAGGHH!" With on last
thrust he slowed as Buffy's climax hit her like a blossom. "Yeeeesss, Ughhh,
Uuuuugggghhhhh!" He lay her down gently withdrawing his ram from her battered
anus, kissing her softly on her sweaty neck. He held her close wrapping his arms
around her chest. "I love you." Sarah brushed her hair his against his face. "I
love you too." They lay still listening to Jennifer moaning through the phone.

Jennifer screamed a moment later, having brought herself to similar vibrant
orgasm. She slipped the dildo from within her tossing it on the bed. Closing her
legs she curled up in a fetal position hugging her pillow collecting the phone.
"Hey, you guy's still there?' She whispered. Sarah spoke softly, "Yeah we're
still here. Love you." Jennifer smiled, "Thanks me too, goodnight."

Cuddling for a few minutes, Steve released Sarah and removed the condom. "Hey
you didn't cum." She noticed. He grinned shyly, "I was to scared to, thought you
might explode. I didn't hurt you did I?" Sarah smiled wistfully, "If you'd have
gotten to rough, I would have just clamped down and ripped your dick off." He
grimaced. "Ouch!"

"Let me serve my true master now." Sarah made him sit up against the headboard,
then removed the dildo from her soaked pussy. Carefully she mounted his swollen
member, straddling his lap Sarah tenderly pumped her sex with his. Slowly they
rocked together Sarah began humming, some old 80's tune. The gently caress of
his pelvis against her clit disturbed a second minor orgasm for Sarah. Steve
could feel his cum boil a she pushed herself against his pelvis grunting briefly
as his semen dispersed inside the essence of her. They smiled tiredly, letting
his erection shrink inside her Steve helped Sarah dismount. "Is that better?"
She asked coyly. Steve kissed her on the cheek, "Much better."

Harley came back into the room, and jumped up on the bed "Meeeoww!" Curling up
on the end he watched them still thumping his tail lazily. They snuggled under
the blankets, "Can you make breakfast in the morning?" She yawned. Steve
chuckled, "Sure, anything for my little BVS." Her hand clawed his stomach like
an eagle Steve froze in agony. "Tell anyone about this and you will suffer the
most unbearable pain." He shook his head eagerly groaning when she released him.
Drifting off to sleep she lay her head on his chest, his arms enfolding Sarah
Michelle in a protective gathering.

Harley woke them in the morning licking Sarah's face in an attempt to get
breakfast. She swept him off the bed with her arm, sending the furball packing.
Sarah propped herself up on one elbow waking Steve up by dangling her breasts
over his mouth teasing his lips with her nipples. After they had satisfied their
lust, the fingers of her free hand brushed the hair from his eyes half closed
eyes as he lay on his back smiling. "Steve? Can I ask you a favor?" She asked
timidly. His head turned opening his eyes a peep more. "Right now I'd do
anything for you." She patted his chest, " You'd do anything for me anyway. But
this is special. I was thinking, I'd like to get married one day." Words like
that always woke men up as he turned to her.

"Jennifer and I were talking, and we'd like to have children in the future." Now
she really had his attention. "We figured if Bridget found a guy like you, maybe
there's hope for us yet." He smiled, "It would be very difficult to find a man
worthy of your love." Sarah held his hand. "When I get married. I'd very much
like it, if you would walk me down the isle." His softened like a warm mashed
potato, "I would be honored to give you away. I'm not sure I'd be too happy, but
I'd be damned if I let anyone else do it. Providing your mother agrees." Sarah's
face brightened softly, "Thanks it means so much to me. I don't see mom
objecting, she likes you a lot." He leered at her "Oh really?" She frowned,
"Don't be disgusting."

The white bed sheet slipped from her chest as he pulled Sarah into his arms, his
eyes feasting on her magnificent beauty. "You know if I had a daughter, I'd want
her to grow up just like you in every way." Her face went flush. "Awww! That's
sweet of you." Steve kissed the side her face, "Well maybe with Jennifer's
breasts." He winked. Sarah shrugged him off, "Ha! What's wrong with my boobs?
Wouldn't you like your daughter to have body like mine?" Sarah asked proudly
sticking her chest out. Steve's eyes went down one side of her nakedness and up
the other. "Yes Sarah, I'd very be proud of your body." She giggled lightly,
"Thank you Daddy." Looping her arms around his neck Sarah kissed him in a manner
not appropriate for a daughter to kissing her father. She could feel him
hardening against her leg, as he helplessly he kissed her back. "Your welcome
princess." A slightly uncomfortable feeling came over them as they parted. Sarah
looked down at the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover her nudity. "Hey what
about those Pistons last night!" He blurted out trying not to think what he was
thinking. "Ya they're on a roll!" She agreed enthusiastically.

Steve carried Sarah to a hot bath, before going into the kitchen to make
breakfast. He fed Harley, and her rabbit Davidson. Then started on breakfast, a
few minutes later the phone rang, he let Sarah answer it in the bathroom. After
ten minutes she called him in, "Jennifer and Charisma are coming over for
breakfast, she'd like to talk to you about the program." He tilted his head,
"How did you explain me being here so early in the morning?"

Sarah looked at him shyly, "Charisma was almost raped about seven years ago,
down in San Diego. She was walking on the beach with a couple of male friends,
when a serial rapist confronted them at gunpoint. He tried to force Charisma to
tie her friends up, but she refused. There was a struggle in which her two
companions and the rapist were shot and wounded, she went for help."

Steve shook his head, "Wow sounds familiar." Sarah took deep breath, "I hope you
don't mind but Love and I told her about us at the airport, and those thugs. But
that's all she knows, that and what has been in the news." He pursed his lips,
"She hasn't told anyone else has she?" Sarah shook her head, "No way."
He nodded, "Okay, but how are we to explain me here making you breakfast in the
first place."

Sarah smiled, "She's not stupid, Charisma realized how close we were when you
were in hospital. I was so upset I could hardly go to work she helped me get
through the first few days on the set. She won't say anything." His eyes
softened, he leaned over and hugged her around the shoulders, dampening the
sleeves of his shirt. " Okay will there be anything else Madam." Sarah smiled,
"Feed my pets." Steve turned around to walk out, "Already done, fed the rabbit
to the cat this morning." Sarah flicked water after him. "If you've touched one
hair on my rabbit, you're in trouble Mister!"

Charisma arrived with Jennifer she was enchanting. At a height of 5'8"s she was
much taller than either of the two scream queens, the ex-aerobics
instructor/pro-cheerleader was very fit and nicely rounded. They hugged in a
friendly manner as she came into the kitchen. "Hi Steve nice to see you again."
He gave her a little squeeze as the lofty scent of her hair waft into his
nostrils. "Great to see you to Charisma." Jennifer came in behind her, "Morning
Steve." She kissed him on the cheek, as he hugged her and lifted her up, "Sleep
well? That was a fine meal last night, some fellars gonna be a lucky fat lucky
boy when you git married." She struggled out of his grip, "I slept okay thanks,
and I'm not doing all the cooking when I get married. No way too much work." The
girls were wearing slacks, and various types of t-shirts which where not tight,
but couldn't hide their prominent boobs. "Thank God they all had closed neck
lines." He thought.

Steve served a breakfast crepes, French toast, fresh orange juice, and fruit
salad. Steve listened attentively as Charisma recounted her tale. It was seven
years ago, she had healed well over the years, but they could sense the scars
let from the brief ordeal. The serial rapist who threatened her turned out to be
a cop, responsible for nine other rape murders in the past. Although she was a
very confident and well-balanced person, she still often had trouble trusting
people, especially those in a position of authority.

"And that's why I want to become a client Steven." She remarked at the end of
her story. "But I'm not sure about the fee, I mean it seems awfully small."
Steve smiled reassuringly, "We have sponsors, who have as much stake in your
well being as we do." He went on to briefly explain the structure and format of
the agency's plan she was quite impressed. After a few short questions she was
satisfied. He was impressed with how intelligent and well spoken she really was.
Charisma leaned forward and hugged him, "I'm going to feel a lot better with you
watching out for me." Steve smiled as her breasts pressed against his chest.
"Well we aim to please."

Sarah and Jennifer finished the dishes, "Well how about we all go roller
blading?" Steve looked at them "Again, we did that the other day." Sarah stood
up, "You need the practice, not to mention the exercise." He grunted, "I don't
have my blades." Sarah looked at him chastising, "Your skates are still in the
trunk of your car, and I washed your clothes from last time, so go get changed."
He slouched out of the kitchen like a spoiled kid. "And stand up straight!"
Jennifer yelled after him. "Come on lets get our stuff on." Sarah laughed.