"What the fuck is pocky, anyway?" It felt like I had asked myself this question a dozen times already; maybe it was because I had. Since Katharine did in fact have "things to see and people to do," while I didn't, I had volunteered to do the shopping. I had managed to track down every other item on the list, some that I couldn't even pronounce, but pocky was proving to be very elusive.

As I bent down to look at something, I got the distinct impression that I was being watched. As nonchalantly as I could, I straightened myself up, and turned my head. My suspicions were confirmed; someone was checking out my butt. I couldn't help but be flattered, especially when I saw who was doing it.

She had a nice body herself; she was rather short, but she had impressively large breasts that strained against a grey tank top, and her faded blue jeans were tightly hugging her legs. Her red hair was covered by a green baseball cap; her ponytail popped out the back.

I turned back around just as she tried to get another look at me; as I did, I saw my quarry. Just to make me feel stupid, it was right at eye level, about four feet away from me, with "pocky" written on it in big, red letters. Sighing, I grabbed a couple of boxes and headed to the checkout line.

As luck would have it, the redhead was in line next to me. She gave me a look that could only be described as smoldering. I smiled politely, and she returned it, though hers was much more "I want to fuck you right here" than "Please stop ogling me, nice sexy lady." I was thankful to be out of there before she said anything; I wasn't entirely sure that I could get out "I have a girlfriend" before she was on me.

The next couple of hours were uneventful in the sense that nobody (that I knew of) was undressing me with their eyes, but pretty much only in that sense. I noticed somebody taking my picture as I walked by a newsstand, but didn't think anything of it until he started following me. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I saw something out of the corner of my eye: Me. I was on the cover of some celeb gossip rag; I was an "unidentified man" seen getting into a limo with Katharine in Las Vegas. The magazine promised "scandalous secrets" of our antics; for a laugh, I bought it and thumbed through the article.

Apparently we had been dating in secret for months, which was news to me. We had also been seen "cavorting and carrying on into the early hours of the morning, at which point the pair returned to her Las Vegas hotel room for some privacy." Right. I couldn't help but laugh, and the photographer asked me what was so funny.

"It's this," I gave him the magazine as I got into the car. "You guys sure know how to make stuff up."



I pulled into the driveway, and saw that Katharine had returned. I brought in the bags, and called out to her.

"Kat?" No response. "Katharine?"

"I'm out by the pool!" I didn't know exactly where the pool was, but I figured I could follow the sound of her voice and find it. As I got closer, I heard that she was having a conversation with another woman.

"So I met a guy today." This was the other woman.

"Really? What's his name?"

"Um…okay, so I didn't meet a guy." Katharine giggled; it sounded annoying again. Damn my brain and its cyclical taste in vapid laughs. "But I saw one. He was really cute."

"Like?" Ugh, and she drew out the long i, too…God, what was wrong with me today?

"He was kinda tall, brown hair…well-built, but not in that 'Look at me I'm so buff' kind of way, you know?"

"Oh, I do…I hate people who always obsess over how they look." Says the girl who threw a fit when her legs tanned. Shut up, brain, shut up! I turned a corner, and caught sight of them; they were reclined in pool chairs, under an umbrella.

"Hope you ladies aren't talking about me behind my back," I said with a smile. Katharine, wearing a tiny black bikini, came out first, giving me a quick hug and a kiss. I returned both, then went to drag over a chair for myself while Kat went back to her friend. I could see that they were whispering to each other when I came back. "Is it alright if I join you?"

"Of course." Kat smiled, turning to her friend. "Renee, this is Nick, the guy I told you about. Nick, this is Renee Olstead." I got my first good look at Katharine's companion, and my pulse soared. It was the redhead I had seen in the store, and there was no mistaking the fact that she recognized me. She was wearing a dark blue bikini that went very well with her red hair; it also went very well with her breasts. I had thought them impressive in the market, but now I could see that they were positively massive. I made a concerted effort not to stare as I politely shook her hand.

"Go ahead," she started, sounding like I wasn't the first guy to strain himself to look away, "You can stare at my tits."

I feigned indignation. "Stare? Me?! I am FAR too much of a gentleman to stare at a strange, attractive woman's breasts. Tell her, Kat."

"You stared at mine."

I turned to face her, still in the act. "You're not helping."

Katharine's face took on a look of sympathy, and it carried through to her voice. "I'm sorry, baby, was I supposed to help?" She looked at Renee, who was laughing. "He never stared…what?"

"You two. You're cute."

We got to talking, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Renee was smarter than myself and Katharine put together, which pretty meant she was about as smart as me. I took off my shirt after a while in the heat, and Renee started stealing about one glance at my chest for every three I stole at hers. It was like she said, really; my decent physique was more a combination of genes and a lot of walking than hours in the gym.

"Give me a back rub, sweetie?" Katharine asked after the conversation tailed off for a minute. She had already flipped herself over, and I had a feeling that "No" wasn't on my list of options. I got out of my chair and straddled her, my legs on the sides of the chair and my crotch brushing up against her black bikini bottom. I started by just lightly rubbing all over, letting her contented sighs guide me to where I needed to go. Once I found a spot that Katharine liked, I turned to Renee to strike the conversation back up, but she wasn't there. Her chair was empty. I looked to my left, I looked back to my right…nothing. She had vanished.

And then I felt her tongue on my neck.

My entire body froze except for my head, which whipped around to see her grinning wickedly. My eyes went wide. I mouthed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" She only smiled more.

"Something wrong, honey?" Luckily, Katharine kept her head down as she asked; I didn't feel up to the task of explaining why I was staring at another woman when I should have been rubbing her back. I shot Renee a dirty look, and wordlessly returned to my rubbing.

Renee wasn't done, however. As soon as I turned my back on her, she was on me again, her tongue attacking that same sensitive spot on my neck. I closed my eyes and literally shook it off, steeling my reserve. Renee knew what she wanted, though, and she wasn't going to let a little thing like the fact that I was currently sitting on my girlfriend get in her way. She silently wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my chest in a way just like I was rubbing Kat's back. Or maybe I changed my pattern to match hers. I forget.

I swallowed and continued to work, silently praying that Katharine would have another one of her "Sun: Bad" fits. As Renee's hands rubbed my pecs, her tongue slowly moved down my spine, licking up beads of sweat as they rolled down my back. Her hands started moving down, over my nipples, down past my stomach and coming to a stop inches away from my crotch, which itself was pressed against Katharine's ass.

Just as suddenly as Renee had started, she stopped. "Katharine," she pouted, "Nick's not having fun."

"Mmmmm, I think he is…I can feel it." She giggled, and I started to wonder if she could possibly know what Renee had been doing. "Nick, why haven't you been nice to Renee? She's been begging you to give her some attention, and you don't do anything for her? Shame on you."

"E-excuse me?"

Katharine spun around, a big smile forming on her face when she saw my look of total shock. "You wouldn't stare at her tits, you didn't even so much as moan when she was rubbing and licking you…it's almost like you don't want a three-way."

This had to be a joke. I did not just hear that. Katharine pulled me down into a kiss, rubbing my ass as she kissed me. I felt Renee's hands on my chest again, and I didn't question them. If this was a dream, then all I could hope for was that nobody pinched me.

After a minute or so, Katharine broke the kiss, sliding out from under me. "Chair's too cramped," she explained. "Plus, why have sex in a chair when you could have sex in a pool?" I couldn't see any flaws in her logic, and therefore didn't object as she tried—and failed—to do an impressive cannonball. Renee laughed as Katharine splashed her, and decided to take the more civilized route and use the stairs to get in.

I sat on the edge of the pool, taking off my shoes and socks as I watched Renee and Katharine splash each other. The way they were acting, they could have been a couple of high schoolers, instead of famous celebrities. After a while of this, Katharine swam toward me, looking up at me from the pool.

"What's the problem, sweetie? Water too cold for you? Cause, if it is, "she smiled, "I could make it a little hotter…" She reached behind her back and untied her bikini top, handing it up to me. I held onto it as I started taking off my pants, sliding into the pool alongside her.

"You're right, it is hot in here." I kissed her again, circling my thumbs around her hard nipples. She giggled.

"I can't believe we're doing this," She whispered in my ear as she started taking off her bottoms.

"Neither can I." I pressed her against the wall of the pool, lining my cock up with her pussy. Just as I slid it in, I felt two very large, soft breasts pressing against my back, and Renee's mouth on my neck.

"You two started without me…not fair." Renee squeezed my ass with both hands, and I thrust into Katharine a little harder than I intended to, making her gasp. It was my turn to gasp a second later, as Renee pushed her index finger into my asshole. "You like that, Nicky?"

"It's…different," I replied honestly, sliding my cock in and out of Kat's cunt. Renee chuckled, and started to wiggle her finger a bit. I didn't know exactly what she was hitting, but whatever it was it felt really good. I closed my eyes and moaned, stopping for a second to savor the feeling.

Katharine was having none of that, though, and drew my attention back to her with a kiss. I redoubled my efforts on her pussy, slamming my cock into her with every thrust. She was rocking against me as well, causing our entire bodies to crash together when I pushed in.

Kat's breathing grew heavier as I fucked her; she started writhing in pleasure, her wet hair flying in all directions. I kept my pace, then increased it, smiling triumphantly as Katharine started to orgasm.

"Ohhh, fuck Nick…that's the spot…oh, shit right there…fuuuuuck!" She let out a high-pitched scream as she came, her pussy clenching my cock tightly. This, along with the delightful things Renee was doing to my ass, was enough to send me over the edge. I grunted loudly as I shot my load into Katharine's pussy; my ass tightened involuntarily around Renee's finger, making the pleasure that much greater.

I kissed Katharine gently a couple of times as we both basked in the afterglow, but our reverie was interrupted by Renee clearing her throat. "Well, you two have both gotten off…what about me?" I had to smile at her straightforwardness.

"Well…let's do this." I laid out my plan, and after some shifting the pieces were in place: Renee on her back, legs dangling into the pool; Katharine on her knees, with her pussy over Renee's face; I remained in the pool, gently kissing Renee's supple legs.

As I worked my way up to Renee's thighs, Katharine lowered her pussy onto the redhead's face. Looking up, I could Katharine grinding her pussy against Renee's face over her mountainous breasts; it was quite a sight. Kat's eyes were tightly closed; her head was cocked to the side; even though she was biting her lip I could hear her needy moans.

I took Renee's clit into my mouth, giving it a quick, hard suck. I let my tongue circle around it a few times as my fingers probed her moist pussy. I alternated speeds randomly, sometimes attacking her clit with full force and then just standing still, holding her when I thought she was on the brink.

As if my mouth on her pussy and Katharine's pussy on her mouth wasn't enough, Renee was also busying herself by playing with her tits. They had gotten so wet and slick in the pool that it seemed a chore for her just to hold onto them. I let my mind drift off into wondering what it would be like to fuck them; the thought spurred me on to lick her harder, and faster.

Katharine was also playing with her tits, rubbing them in slow circles as Renee attended to her pussy. It felt strangely odd, watching her pleasure, sort of like I was a voyeur instead of a participant. She scrunched her face up as she came for a second time, cream flooding onto Renee's face.

The taste of Katharine's cum was enough to send Renee into orgasm; she bucked and writhed in pleasure as her juices flowed. Katharine rolled off of her, taking Renee's hands off of her tits and replacing them with her own. Katharine gently pinched Renee's nipples, making the redhead gasp.

"You like that, Renee?"

"Yes…uh! That's…ow! Fuck, that's good!"

I continued licking Renee's pussy, shifting my focus slightly. I left her clit alone, my tongue moving to the area where my fingers had been, probing her soft folds. I lapped gently at her pussy, watching as Kat moved down to do the same to her nipples. Renee would arch her back as she got close, and I let her come down before continuing to lick her.

"Oh, Godddd," she moaned, the pleasure bringing tears to her eyes. "Oh God I'm gonna cum, oh God I'm gonna cum, oh God I'm gonna cum," she repeated.

"No, you're not, honey," I told her. "Not until we let you."

Renee wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me in close to her pussy. It was clear that she was close, and she desperately wanted me to bring her over the edge, but I wouldn't be swayed. I tormented her with my tongue, making her scream in frustration.

Katharine had stopped playing with Renee's breasts, instead rubbing her own pussy as I licked Renee's. Her moans mixed with Renee's, creating a sound that was as pleasing to the ear as it was to my cock. I knew that I would have to get off again, but decided to stick to the matter at hand.

Renee's back arched again, telling me that she was close. This time, I decided to finish her off. I took her clit back into my mouth, sucking hard on it and reinserting my fingers into her pussy.

"Oh God Nick that's it…make her fucking cum!" Katharine cried out as she came on her fingers. She held them over Renee's mouth, and the young redhead lifted her head to lick them clean. Kat took Renee's mouth and held it in place, making her suck on the cream-coated fingers.

I attacked Renee's clit with renewed force, and was rewarded as her juices started to flow again. I licked up as much as I could, the rest streaming down her legs and glistening in the late afternoon sun. Satisfied that I had gotten everything out of her that I could get, I sat up on the edge of the pool and watched Renee suck Kat's fingers. After a moment, Kat slowly pulled her fingers out of Renee's mouth, and it was my turn to clear my throat.

"Not that I don't love licking pussy or anything, but I'm gonna explode if I don't cum soon." Katharine giggled. Renee just smiled, moving back towards the pool.

"I think I can take care of you."

She got in, softly rubbing her creamy tits while I scooted closer to the edge. My cock was rock hard and aching for release after going so long without any; it throbbed as I watched Renee. She brought her head down close to my cock, and I could feel her hot breath on it. I almost came just from the warm, moving air; Renee smiled, reveling in my agony.

"You look tasty," she started, "but I think I know some other place you'd like more." She hefted her massive breasts out of the water, and I couldn't help but stare at them. They were, in a word, perfect; I could only imagine what it would be like to have them wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the anticipation; any second now, those heavenly jugs would be wrapped around my cock…

"Oh, shit, look at the time!" My eyes shot open at Katharine's exclamation; she was looking at a watch that had been on the chair she was in.

"What?" I couldn't begin to comprehend how time mattered at all, when I had been so close to those tits.

"It's 5:30 already!"

"And?!" I felt veins in my neck sticking out.

"And we have to get to the premiere!" Before I could even ask what premiere, or how it mattered, Renee was already responding.

"Oh, shit, we're gonna be late!" She got out of the pool, hurriedly gathering her swimsuit.

"Not if we hurry. Come on, I'll drive you back to your place." Katharine had taken Renee by the hand, and they were now running away from the pool. As they got inside, Katharine called out to me. "I left a suit on the bed for you…I'll be back in half an hour! Be ready!"

And just like that, she was gone. I just sat there for a minute, completely dumbfounded, half expecting them to run back and say that I was on Punk'd.

"She was…" I said to myself. "I was…it was…and then…they…so close…

…

FUCK!"



"All I'm saying is that it's not fair. When you said 'Oh my God it's 5:30' I naturally assumed that we had to be somewhere before ten!"

I sounded crazy, I know. But, in my defense, it had been a very bad afternoon for my sanity. After coming closer than any man should to Renee's mammoth tits without actually feeling them, I had spent the past three hours waiting for Katharine to get ready.

Despite the fact that she was gorgeous from the second she rolled out of bed, she had to visit her team of stylists and get every little thing looked at and touched up and powdered and creamed and teased and God knows what all else. I had stopped saying it after the third dirty look I got, but I really felt like it was counterproductive; she was trying to look sexier by covering herself in a layer of mousse and makeup, but she was much less beautiful for it.

"I don't see what you're complaining about."

"What do you MEAN you don't see what I'm complaining about?! If you weren't so obsessed with improving on perfection, we could have had three more hours of fun in the pool!"

Katharine rolled her eyes, but then she smiled and slid closer to me. Her leg brushed against mine, and I started getting flashbacks to the last time we were alone in a limo. "You really think I'm perfect?" I turned and looked into her eyes; she had worn way too much eyeliner and mascara, but they were still gorgeous. "Absolutely." I leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed me away.

"Nicky…lip gloss, remember?"

I sighed. "Is there any part of you that isn't made up?"

She rubbed her leg against me again, and giggled. "Well…" She trailed off, turning in her seat to face me. As she did, she picked up her legs and put them in my lap, her knees crossed right above my crotch. I gently took hold of her left ankle and lifted her leg. She giggled as I placed a soft kiss on her calf, then let out a soft moan as I continued to kiss it. My hands moved all over her leg, feeling more than rubbing, finding spots that made her gasp with pleasure just by touching them.

I licked my lips as I put her leg down. "Tasty," I grinned. "Wonder what the other one tastes like…" I brought her right leg up to my lips, and kissed it as I had the other. This time my mouth moved upward, over her knee, moving all the way up to her thigh. I held her leg up with my left hand as my right sneaked between under the hem of her dress, pushing aside her panties and teasing her pussy lips.

Kat threw her head back and moaned; I lapped at her creamy thighs while my fingers tormented her clit. "Ohhh, Nick," she moaned. It wasn't the most original moan, but it was music to my ears. "Nick…" Her leg twitched violently as I licked it; that was new. I made a mental note not to lick there again. "Nick!"

I pulled myself away from her leg, and was surprised to see that she wasn't having fun; in fact, she looked quite flustered. "Something wrong?"

"We're here; do I have to ACTUALLY kick you?" She pulled herself away from me, fixing her hemline and underwear. Just as she had finished, the driver opened her door, and she got out. I took a second to gather myself, wondering whether her limo was cursed.

As I got out of the limo, I was surprised by Kat grabbing me and pulling me in for a kiss. I could tell that it wasn't solely for my benefit, though; about a dozen flashes went off in the brief time our lips were together. We made our way down the red carpet, Katharine stopping every few feet to smile and strike a pose for the throng of onlookers.

The photographers circled us as we walked; I felt like I was trapped in a dance where I was the only one who didn't know the steps. I recognized one of them as the one who had been following me earlier that day; he seemed to recognize me, too. He put his camera away and took out a pad of paper.

"Katharine," He shouted over the dull roar we were walking through, "Katharine!" Kat turned to look at him; he took it as a cue to continue. "How do you respond to your boyfriend's comments?"

"What?" I could barely hear him, and I doubted that Kat could.

"How do you respond to your boyfriend calling the paparazzi a bunch of liars?"

For a second there, I thought Katharine's eyes were going to blow right out of her skull. First she looked at the photographer, then me, then back at the photographer, then back at me. I was almost as shocked as her; I had never called anyone a liar. I opened my mouth to say that, but before I could the photographer peeled off; either he had his answer already, or he had spotted a bigger name he wanted to heckle.



"I didn't call anybody a liar," I whispered. We were in the theatre, now; the "premiere" we were at was for some dreadful romantic comedy that Katharine had recorded a song for. "I just said that they really knew how to make stuff up…did you see what that rag said about us?" She shushed me, evidently much more wrapped up in Drew Barrymore's latest crapfest than I was.

"We'll talk about it later."



"I didn't call anybody a liar." My conversation starter might not have changed, but the setting had; the movie, thankfully, was over, and everyone who had managed to sit through it was now engaging in a competition to find the friendliest way of describing how much it sucked.

"I know. Still, not the time. Go. Mingle. Make friends." Katharine seemed a bit pre-occupied, but I let it go as just another one of her quirks. I took my drink and headed through the crowd, trying to find a face I recognized.

Surprisingly, it wasn't long before I did. I also found a pair of breasts I recognized (I doubted the sight would ever leave my brain); they were practically screaming to be released from the black corset Renee had stuffed them into. Her skirt was every bit as short as Katharine's, though black stockings covered her legs. She wore her hair up, and the sight of her freckles told me she hadn't worn much makeup.

She smiled as she saw me, and I returned it. I didn't believe she could walk at all; the fact that she did it so gracefully was mesmerizing. "Well, you're a new face," she said with a smile, holding out her hand, "Renee Olstead."

I took it. "Nick Greenwood." I leaned in close to her, lowering my voice to a whisper. "What's with the stranger treatment?"

"I don't exactly think our little pool time is common knowledge, do you?"

I laughed. "Hope not. So, what brings you here? I didn't see you in the movie."

"I come for the high cinematic quality only Drew Barrymore can provide." She managed to keep her straight face just long enough for me to crack up, then she did as well. When she had composed herself, she continued. "Actually, I'm scouting."

"Scouting?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I'm looking for a guy. Not like that," She said in response to the look I gave her. "I'm looking for a guy for a part in a movie I'm doing."

"Since when are you a producer?"

"I'm not. I'd just rather not have another complete asshole on the set, so I figure since it's a role a trained monkey could play, I might as well find a nice guy. I'm friends with the producer-again, not like that-so he'll go with whoever I suggest."

"Hmm…another complete asshole, you say? Who's the first?"

"Tom Cruise is the star."

"Ah, say no more." I smiled ruefully. "Well, I'd say we're screwed."

She turned her eyes away from the party to me; she had a bemused expression. "We?"

"Yeah, we." She didn't respond, so I continued. "Oh, come on; I'm a nice guy! I can do most things a trained monkey can do!"

"Yeah, but can you act?"

"Sure I can! I'm a poker player; my entire thing is acting!"

She obviously had her doubts, but I could see the wheels turning in her head. My argument, desperate attempt to get a job and not feel totally worthless or not, was holding water with her. She grabbed her purse from the table next to her and started fishing through it.

"Alright, here's the deal," She said, handing me a slip of paper with what looked like a license plate number written on it and leaning in again, "This is my limo. Meet me there in no more than twenty minutes, no less than ten. I've got a script, you can read for me. Got it?" I nodded. "Good boy." She smiled, then turned and headed for the door.

It took me a minute of frantic searching, but I managed to find Katharine. She was laughing with a couple of guys; I recognized one of them as Andy Dick. Super. I put a phony smile on my face as I walked up to them.

"Hey, sweetie," I said, kissing Kat on the cheek. She giggled; it was pretty obvious that she wasn't working on her first drink.

"Hey, you." To my surprise she returned my kiss, and then some, pressing her entire body against me for about half a second longer than was necessary. "Where you been?"

"Making friends, just like you told me to. In fact…I think I got a job." I couldn't hide the excitement in my voice.

"Really? That's great! What is it?"

"I don't know what it is, exactly…Renee wants me for something in a movie she's doing. You okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," she hiccupped. Seriously, who hiccups? "Just a little dizzy. And I think I might've had a little too much drinky."

"Just a little, you think."

"Yep. Just a little." She giggled. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on," I said, taking her arm. She tried to put up a protest, but I led her through the crowd and out into the parking lot; through the grace of God the cameras didn't seem to be aware of our presence. I tracked down our limo, the only white one in the lot, and ushered her in.

"Coming in with me?" She asked as I stood outside the car.

"Uh, no," I answered, and she pouted. "I have to meet with Renee about the part, alright? I'll be back later."

"Okay…" she grabbed my tie and pulled me down into a kiss, smiling as she broke it. "I love you." If she had been sober, she would have slapped me for my shocked expression; then again, if she had been sober, she probably wouldn't have said what she said. As it was, I stared at her with my mouth agape, and she giggled and closed the door.



I should have seen it coming. I was alone in a limousine with a beautiful woman who pretty obviously had a thing for me, she had taken me away from a public place, I had spent all day thinking about her breasts…it was practically a carbon copy of that Saturday night in Las Vegas with Katharine. And yet I was totally unprepared for Renee throwing herself at me the second the limo started moving.

Her tongue was in my mouth before I knew what had happened, and her hands were already reaching into my pants and rubbing my cock. She pressed her chest against mine, her tongue wrestling mine into submission. For a second I closed my eyes and let her have her way, then I summoned the strength to push her off of me.

"No! No! No-hohohhhh…don't do that…" She had held her grip on my cock, and now her thumb was rubbing the underside of my head. I started breathing heavily, trying very hard not to give in to the pleasure she was giving me. I opened my eyes and saw her on her knees, breasts heaving as she breathed, inches away from my throbbing cock. I swallowed, and looked right into her eyes. "Renee…you know I can't…"

She smirked, rubbing faster. "Why, because of Kat?" I stammered a few times, but couldn't form any words, so I just nodded. She started jacking me slowly, her thumb still working on my head. "That's bullshit, Nick, and you know it." She ran her tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip. I couldn't move, I couldn't think; I was paralyzed by pleasure.

"She brought me over to show off her new toy, but I didn't get to play at all," Renee continued, now mock-pouting. "Mmm, I was right; you are tasty." She smirked, taking another lick of my cock. My entire body shuddered as she did, and I had to close my eyes. My cock was aching; after the sex in the pool, the almost-sex in the pool, kissing Kat's legs in her limo, and now this…it was just too much.

"P-p-please…please…"

"Please what, Nick?" Renee started stroking my throbbing cock again. "Please stop? Do you want me to stop, Nick?" I could tell from her tone that she knew what my answer would be.

"No…p-please…suck me…" I was surprised by how desperate I sounded, but evidently Renee wasn't. She licked me again, her breath hot and heavy on my cock. Just when I thought there was no way I could take any more pleasure without exploding, Renee proved me wrong; she wrapped her soft lips around the head of my cock.

I like to think that I'm a pretty smart guy, and I know a fair amount of big, impressive words. I have none that can describe just how amazingly, incredibly talented Renee's mouth is. She did things to me that I didn't think could be done, and then she built on them. At one point, she wrapped her tongue completely around my head, while at the same time sucking as hard as she could.

I wanted to say so many things. I wanted to beg her to keep going, to suck harder, to lick faster, to make me cum in her mouth. There was a part of me that still wanted to push her away, to find some way to convince her and myself that this wasn't right. I wanted to scream to the heavens, to make God himself look down into that limousine and be jealous of me. I couldn't. I couldn't say anything.

I just sat there, knowing what was happening and feeling every magnificent second of it, but I couldn't do anything. It was as though, in order to keep me breathing, my body had to shut everything else down. I was constantly on the brink of an orgasm that I knew would kill me; Renee held me there for what must have been an eternity. And then, slowly, she pulled off of my cock. I still hadn't cum, at least I didn't think so, but I felt better somehow.

"…wow. That was…" I trailed off, not knowing where to begin to describe it.

Renee looked to be fiddling with something on her back. "Amazing? Incredible? By leaps and bounds the best you've ever had?"

"Um…yeah."

Renee chuckled. "I know. But there's still something I think we both want that we didn't get at the pool." She brought her hands back in front of her, and her corset fell down, freeing her spectacular breasts from their confinement. She smiled up at me, taking them into her hands.

I took a moment to gather myself. I scooted forward on the seat, bringing my cock closer to Renee's tits. She engulfed my cock with them, and started bouncing. I reached out my hand and stroked her hair; she stopped, as I had hoped.

"You just hold them steady," I said, stroking her red locks, "I'll take care of the rest."

My cock was already slick from Renee's blowjob, and that made it somewhat easy for me to move around. I started building a rhythm, sliding my cock in and out between her incredibly soft, warm tits. Renee let out a moan, tilting her head back in pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Somehow, taking control of the situation had given me my voice back; I put a hand on her shoulder to steady myself and started fucking her faster.

"Oh, yesss…fuck, I love your cock between my big, slutty tits!"

"I bet you can't wait for me to cum all over your tits! You want that? Huh? Do you?" I was fucking her tits faster still; she stuck out her tongue to lick the tip every time I thrust inward.

"Oh yes, Nick, I want it…I want your hot cum on my tits!" She wrapped her tits tighter around my member. I redoubled my efforts, sweat dripping from my brow as I fucked Renee's incredible jugs. My breathing grew sharper, and heavier; I took a handful of her hair and tugged, making her look at me.

"I'm gonna fucking cum on your tits, Renee! You ready?" She nodded eagerly, and I cried out as I let loose. My cum shot all over her breasts, up on her face, in her hair. I fell back in the seat, totally drained, breathing heavily. Renee sat back on her heels on the floor, scooping my cum up with her fingers and then licking them clean. I watched her, smiling; she returned my smile, and we sat in silence as she cleaned herself up.



We got to Renee's apartment just as she finished squeezing herself back into her corset. It was still dark, but beyond that I had no idea what time it was. She let me in, and I immediately started looking for a phone.

"Nick, it's late. There's no way she's up."

"I just want to let her know I'm not dead."

"Nick, if you call her just to let her know you're not dead, she's gonna know you what you did." I started to ask a question, but she cut me off with the answer. "We're girls. We're psychic. Deal with it." I sighed. "Now come to bed; we need to sleep."

This made me smile. "I dunno…I don't think I can be trusted to be alone in a bed with you…" I took her arm and pulled her close to me. "I might just lose myself again."

Renee smiled. "Oh, we can't have that…" She kissed me. "Can we?"

"Well…" I appeared to be deep in thought.

"You do owe me an orgasm. You've had three today; I've only had two."

I laughed, then did some quick math. "Wait a second…how do I have three?" I looked at her as though she was a schoolgirl caught cheating on an exam.

"I'm counting the little mental vacation you took when I was sucking you off as an orgasm."

"Hmm, an interesting thought." I pretended to ponder this, then I scooped Renee up, making her screech in surprise. I silenced her with a kiss. "You have made your case. Point the way to the bedroom, m'lady." She pointed, and I carried her, eventually finding a bed I could put her down in.

She kicked off her heels, and got up on her knees on the bed. She started unzipping her dress, but I pushed her hands away and did it myself. I kissed my way down her bare back as I exposed her skin; she gasped as my lips met her flesh. She tossed the corset away as soon as I had it unzipped; I spun her around to face me.

I kissed her lips softly, then made my way down her body. She moaned and arched her back when I kissed her throat; I did it a few more times for fun. I kissed her shoulders, moving all the way down her arms to her fingertips before working my way back up. Next my mouth traveled to her mountainous breasts; I kissed each perky nipple gently and gave them both a quick suck.

She gasped and stifled a laugh as I kissed her stomach; I teased her a bit by licking her cute little belly button. I took her miniskirt with both hands, sliding it down her stocking-clad legs to reveal her simple black panties. These I pulled off with my teeth; the feel of her stockings on my cheeks as I pulled the panties down her legs was exquisite.

I moved myself back up to her legs once the panties were off, and started working on her stockings. As I had with her corset, I worked slowly, my lips getting to know every inch of flesh that I exposed. I had been so amazed by her breasts when I first saw her that I hadn't taken the time to appreciate her fantastic legs; I made up for that transgression and more by making sure that every bit of her skin was greeted by my tongue.

With her stockings removed, I slowly kissed my way back up Renee's legs. I lapped gently at her moist lips, and she cooed. I did it again, and she moaned.

"Oh God, Nick," She groaned, "Eat me! Please, Nick, eat my pussy!"

I smiled to myself, and complied. I gently licked her clit, luxuriating in the taste and feel of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around and my head and ran her fingers through my hair in an attempt to get me to go faster, but I held to my steady pace. I slowly slid two fingers into her pussy, wriggling them around and loving her moans of pleasure. I swirled my tongue clockwise around her clit, then counter, going back and forth on a whim, throwing her off whenever I did.

"God, Nick," Renee groaned, her breathing heavy, "Don't tease me anymore…pleeease…I need to cum!"

I sped up my licking, my fingers working faster in her pussy. She was writhing in pleasure, now, and I could tell that she was getting close. I toyed with the idea of backing off, but I decided to finish her right there. I licked faster and harder, sucking on her clit as well. All the while my fingers hit just the right buttons in her pussy, making her cunt a creamy mess.

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUCKING GODDDD!" Renee screamed as she came, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I lapped up as much cream as I could get, scooping some up with my fingers. I moved up to her head and kissed her, letting her taste her cream on my lips before I gave her my fingers to lick clean.

"We even, now?" I smiled, and she nodded. "Good." I pulled her close to me, kissing her shoulder softly. She rubbed her leg against mine, and I let out a pleasurable little groan.

"Up for one more?" She asked.

I smiled. "For you, always." I rolled myself over, straddling her. I kissed her, this time on the lips, and she moaned into my mouth. My cock pressed against her pussy; it was still wet with her juices. She gasped as I slid into her, and arched her back, pushing her tits out. I took one of them in my left hand, thumb circling her nipple as I held her breast. Once she had gotten accustomed to the feeling of my cock inside of her, she looked at me and smiled. She was a vision; beautiful pale skin, gorgeous red hair, phenomenal green eyes. She was strikingly beautiful, almost like a work of art. I found myself being gentle with her, like I was afraid I would break her.

Gentle as I was, though, I was still affecting her. She gasped as I pushed myself into her, biting down on her lip. She had wrapped her legs around me, and was pulling me close to her. I leaned in and kissed her, our tongues dancing briefly before I moved on.

While I continued to stroke her left breast, my tongue flicked over her right nipple, making her gasp and then moan as I repeated the motion. I wrapped my lips around it, and sucked. She shuddered at this, and I felt her cunt tighten around my cock. I took it as a sign that she was close.

I sped up my fucking, still taking care not to completely cut loose. She groaned her approval, breathing heavily and writhing underneath me. She bucked against me as I thrust into her; my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head from the sensation. She came first, but only barely; a seemingly never-ending fountain of cream flowed over my cock as I fired my load into her.

I collapsed next to her again, totally drained. I hugged her close to me, kissing her neck and stroking her flaming hair. I looked out the window; it was nearly dawn. Tomorrow, or today, would require some fancy thinking on my part. But for now, I just held Renee close as we both drifted off to sleep.