The Road Trip, Chapter 7
"The Festival"
By Noopster. (Special thanks to Archie for letting me use his horny art)
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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.---
CHAPTER 7
The air was filled with the hum of tires rolling on asphalt as the car rumbled along the highway. It was 24 hours later and Lily was driving the rented car back to L.A. on her own. The rage was mostly gone, the vengeful fire in her heart had turned into a cold, weak sadness, and as she wiped the tears from her pretty face, the hazy, shameful confusion of the last few hours was a powerful sting that hurt even more than the hangover or the soreness ever could. She had left the hotel in a state of righteous fury, determined to get back at Charlie for everything. He had betrayed her trust in so many different ways, but the one thing she could not forgive was him sleeping with that Asian masseuse in what was supposed to be their hotel room, especially after they had just had their biggest fight ever. The first thing she had thought of was Harper, and whatever this music thing he was trying to invite her to before she’d said goodbye.
Barely a fraction of a second had passed between her thumb pressing the call button and Harper’s answer, as if he had been doing nothing since that morning but staring at his phone, waiting for her to call. With her heart in tatters and no plan in mind, Lily had tried to sound calm and casual as she asked him if he would still like to hang out with her at the music festival; knowing full well what his answer would be.
She remembered feeling all the more alone and hopeless among all the young, happy people as she tried to rendezvous with Harper. Her only objective in going there was to escape from her sadness for a few hours by letting loose and pretending to be someone else. But the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming, like everyone else was having the best day of their lives, and they all could see right through her; past the put-on smile, right down to the bitter ache at the center of her soul.
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“Harper, hey!” Lily shouted over the crowd’s noise, her voice aching with sadness even as she tried her best to act peppy and composed, “Over here!”
The smitten college kid ran towards her with a bright smile and open arms, reminding her of an elated puppy as he rushed through the crowd. 'Poor Harper,' she thought as he hugged her tight, as though she was some kind of miracle he was afraid of letting go of again, knowing that she would be breaking his heart yet again. “There you are!” He greeted, trying to keep his cool, but it was all too easy to read him. After thinking he would never see the mysterious girl of his dreams again, she was right there in front of him in a skintight bodysuit with a plunging neckline and a pair of tiny daisy duke shorts.
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Harper’s mouth watered as he studied her outfit. The cowboy hat and boots were driving him crazy, it was easy to tell, and a part of Lily felt terrible knowing what she was going to do to him. But he was young, even if she broke his heart when she inevitably left, it would serve him as a lesson of sorts, and truthfully, she was just too sad and desperate for relief to care about anyone else.
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“I’m so glad you decided to come,” He said as he tried his best not to stare too much at the sexy fairy tattoo on her side, peeking from under the thin fabric of her bodice. What made you change your mind?” Lily dropped her gaze and stumbled on her words. “It doesn’t matter... I just wanted to come here for one night and forget about… everything else," she said, the sadness in her pretty eyes letting Harper know that it was a touchy subject.
"Yeah, of course, I'm sure we can manage that."
The corners of Lily's mouth quirked ever so slightly in an attempt at a smile as they both fell silent, the music roaring around them creating an awkward bubble. “So where are the rest of your friends?”
“Oh, they’re all the way over there, but I thought maybe you’d want to–”
“Let’s join them, come on!”
She’d been so eager to join the fun that she had practically dragged him across the noise and smell of the festival. A sea of people were dancing to what she initially thought was pretty generic country music. The ground was muddy and littered with trash, everything smelled of weed and piss mixed with all the other human odors of a crowd, but none of it mattered, her sole purpose for being there was to forget about Charlie. She’d been so determined to achieve that state as soon as possible that, before Camila had even said ‘Hi’, she was already asking her if she had more of those pills from before.
“Whoa, slow down, honey,” the sultry brunette had warned her. “Are you sure? Because from what Harper told me, you were pretty out of control last night. I mean, after the way he said you left, we weren’t even sure you were really going to come".
“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” Lily replied, noticeably annoyed.
"Hey, I know it’s none of my business, I just wanna make sure you’re in the right state of mind for this shit. Did you have a fight with your boyfriend or something?
“What? I don’t have a boyfriend”.
“Sure, and you’re also a stripper, right?” Camila said, rolling her eyes. “Look, I’ve met a lot of strippers in this city, I can tell you’re not one. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you on TV or something.”
“Wh-what? Me? No, I’m not–”
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me, people come to Vegas to be someone else all the time. All I need to know is that you’re cool, and we’re not gonna have the cops or a fucking bodyguard here looking for you.”
"I’m fine!" Lily barked unconvincingly. Then, she doubled down. “No cops, no bodyguard, no nothing," Lily said as she pulled out a hundred dollar bill. The discussion had ended right there. Camila waited until Harper wasn’t looking and gave her two pills, which Lily swallowed right away. She immediately walked over to buy a beer from one of the vendors walking around. What was supposed to be a magical and romantic road trip with the love of her life had turned into an unmitigated disaster; all she wanted to do, by any means necessary, was forget, stop feeling guilty and stop being ashamed. She was done thinking about Charlie, this stupid trip or anything else from the last few days.
“Hey, you made it!” Grant had said before giving her a hug that was charged with the electricity of sexual tension between them. His hands were soft as they touched Lily’s back through the thin fabric of her bodice, and she felt goosebumps forming on every part of her skin where they made contact. Looking back on it now, as her fingers gripped the steering wheel with increasing strength, Lily had to admit that she had known they would sleep together from that very moment. “Of course,” She had replied, her skinny arms wrapped around his broad back, her hands feeling the taut muscles underneath his white t-shirt, “How could I miss this?”
“Are you a fan of this band?” Grant had asked as he admired the petite brunette from head to toe. The way he looked at her, Lily could tell that it was hard for him to believe that she was the same person who had been dancing fully nude at a dirty strip club just a few nights ago. He wasn’t alone, now that she was driving back to L.A., back to taking meetings and reading scripts and trying to dodge the paparazzi, it was also hard for her to believe she had done all those things.
“Nope.” Her tone had been purposefully playful, full of disregard for anything other than the there and now. She’d started to dance in her spot, and that first bottle was already empty once Harper introduced her to more of his college friends. One was a short Asian kid she thought she recognized from the strip club, plus two girls whose names she quickly forgot as the pills began to make her feel all giddy, like her feet were not touching the ground.
“Wooo! I feel fucking amazing!” she beamed as they sang and danced and took tons of pictures. Another quick beer later, the pills had fully kicked in and Lily couldn’t think about anything but the music; her body unconsciously reacting to it, twirling and swinging carelessly to the rhythm, eyes closed, the music she hadn’t even cared about earlier was now all that mattered to her in the entire world. Even when the band had stopped playing, she kept dancing to some ethereal tune that was only in her head, until the people around her started snickering to themselves. But that also hadn’t fully registered with Lily in the moment, it was only now that she was sober, tense and sad again, that she could put into perspective just how incredibly relaxed and extremely hyped she had felt then, a sense of unbelievable bliss coursing through her that she badly wished she could still feel now.
The sun had started going down, and her sense of time was completely distorted. She couldn’t remember saying goodbye to the new people, only that she had heard them mention something about getting an after-party going. Suddenly it was just the four of them, Harper, Camila, Grant and her, and the music, now incredible to her ears. She couldn’t stop smiling as she and Camila held hands and danced like they had always been best friends.
At some point, a romantic ballad had started to play, and Lily noticed that most of the people around her had turned into dancing couples. Grant was hugging Camila from the back, they were slow dancing together and smiling at Lily, almost as if they had been waiting for her to notice.
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"Yeah, of course, I'm sure we can manage that."
The corners of Lily's mouth quirked ever so slightly in an attempt at a smile as they both fell silent, the music roaring around them creating an awkward bubble. “So where are the rest of your friends?”
“Oh, they’re all the way over there, but I thought maybe you’d want to–”
“Let’s join them, come on!”
She’d been so eager to join the fun that she had practically dragged him across the noise and smell of the festival. A sea of people were dancing to what she initially thought was pretty generic country music. The ground was muddy and littered with trash, everything smelled of weed and piss mixed with all the other human odors of a crowd, but none of it mattered, her sole purpose for being there was to forget about Charlie. She’d been so determined to achieve that state as soon as possible that, before Camila had even said ‘Hi’, she was already asking her if she had more of those pills from before.
“Whoa, slow down, honey,” the sultry brunette had warned her. “Are you sure? Because from what Harper told me, you were pretty out of control last night. I mean, after the way he said you left, we weren’t even sure you were really going to come".
“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” Lily replied, noticeably annoyed.
"Hey, I know it’s none of my business, I just wanna make sure you’re in the right state of mind for this shit. Did you have a fight with your boyfriend or something?
“What? I don’t have a boyfriend”.
“Sure, and you’re also a stripper, right?” Camila said, rolling her eyes. “Look, I’ve met a lot of strippers in this city, I can tell you’re not one. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you on TV or something.”
“Wh-what? Me? No, I’m not–”
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me, people come to Vegas to be someone else all the time. All I need to know is that you’re cool, and we’re not gonna have the cops or a fucking bodyguard here looking for you.”
"I’m fine!" Lily barked unconvincingly. Then, she doubled down. “No cops, no bodyguard, no nothing," Lily said as she pulled out a hundred dollar bill. The discussion had ended right there. Camila waited until Harper wasn’t looking and gave her two pills, which Lily swallowed right away. She immediately walked over to buy a beer from one of the vendors walking around. What was supposed to be a magical and romantic road trip with the love of her life had turned into an unmitigated disaster; all she wanted to do, by any means necessary, was forget, stop feeling guilty and stop being ashamed. She was done thinking about Charlie, this stupid trip or anything else from the last few days.
“Hey, you made it!” Grant had said before giving her a hug that was charged with the electricity of sexual tension between them. His hands were soft as they touched Lily’s back through the thin fabric of her bodice, and she felt goosebumps forming on every part of her skin where they made contact. Looking back on it now, as her fingers gripped the steering wheel with increasing strength, Lily had to admit that she had known they would sleep together from that very moment. “Of course,” She had replied, her skinny arms wrapped around his broad back, her hands feeling the taut muscles underneath his white t-shirt, “How could I miss this?”
“Are you a fan of this band?” Grant had asked as he admired the petite brunette from head to toe. The way he looked at her, Lily could tell that it was hard for him to believe that she was the same person who had been dancing fully nude at a dirty strip club just a few nights ago. He wasn’t alone, now that she was driving back to L.A., back to taking meetings and reading scripts and trying to dodge the paparazzi, it was also hard for her to believe she had done all those things.
“Nope.” Her tone had been purposefully playful, full of disregard for anything other than the there and now. She’d started to dance in her spot, and that first bottle was already empty once Harper introduced her to more of his college friends. One was a short Asian kid she thought she recognized from the strip club, plus two girls whose names she quickly forgot as the pills began to make her feel all giddy, like her feet were not touching the ground.
“Wooo! I feel fucking amazing!” she beamed as they sang and danced and took tons of pictures. Another quick beer later, the pills had fully kicked in and Lily couldn’t think about anything but the music; her body unconsciously reacting to it, twirling and swinging carelessly to the rhythm, eyes closed, the music she hadn’t even cared about earlier was now all that mattered to her in the entire world. Even when the band had stopped playing, she kept dancing to some ethereal tune that was only in her head, until the people around her started snickering to themselves. But that also hadn’t fully registered with Lily in the moment, it was only now that she was sober, tense and sad again, that she could put into perspective just how incredibly relaxed and extremely hyped she had felt then, a sense of unbelievable bliss coursing through her that she badly wished she could still feel now.
The sun had started going down, and her sense of time was completely distorted. She couldn’t remember saying goodbye to the new people, only that she had heard them mention something about getting an after-party going. Suddenly it was just the four of them, Harper, Camila, Grant and her, and the music, now incredible to her ears. She couldn’t stop smiling as she and Camila held hands and danced like they had always been best friends.
At some point, a romantic ballad had started to play, and Lily noticed that most of the people around her had turned into dancing couples. Grant was hugging Camila from the back, they were slow dancing together and smiling at Lily, almost as if they had been waiting for her to notice.
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“Uh, where’s Harper?” she asked, curious, but not entirely too concerned. She remembered dancing with him at some point, but it could’ve been five minutes or five hours ago. “He went to get us some churros,” Camila said over the music, positioning herself right behind Lily. “But don’t worry, we’ll keep you company.” The busty brunette put her arms around Lily’s waist, just like her boyfriend was doing to her, completing the three-person embrace. The soft touch of those feminine hands stirred something in Lily, and as they faced the stage together with Camila resting her chin on her shoulder, she closed her eyes and began to sway her hips, sighing softly as those hands gently roamed up and down her soft, toned torso.
“Are you having fun with us?” the college girl whispered into her ear, sending a shiver throughout her body.
“Y–yes,” Lily sighed as the music and the warmth of Camila’s body sent her into a state of deep, soothing elation. Camila looked at her like she was the first course for dinner, clasping her hands around that tiny waist and pulling her even closer. “Good, now just close your eyes and enjoy the ride,” she whispered in her ear, pushing her big tits into Lily’s back as the drugged out girl raised her arms and swiveled her hips, gyrating her body to the music, silently welcoming Camila’s palms brushing the outside curve of her perky breasts before moving back down again.
The exquisite scent of Camila’s perfume mixed with her sweat was intoxicating. Lily inhaled the flowery, salty-sweet smell as she began to push her firm ass back into her, and soon she found herself grinding on Camila as the brunette breathed sensually on her neck. “Having fun?” Harper’s sexy friend asked, her lips brushing against Lily’s earlobe and sending shivers through her entire body. Lily’s eyes were closed, her dancing now fully transitioned into a shamelessly erotic sway, more concerned with rubbing herself across Camila’s body than with whatever was happening in the song. “Yes, thank you for this.”
Camila’s fingers grazed Lily's jawline as she pulled her in, their noses brushed and her lips gently pressed against hers for the briefest of moments. Lily felt her chest tighten as she tasted the sugary sweetness of Camila’s lip gloss. Her eyes opened wide, then softened. “We’re just getting started,” Camila said with a mischievous smile. Her cheeks had flushed with surprise as Camila kissed her again, meaningfully this time, her soft lips barely grazing hers at first, the electricity between them so strong that they became bolder immediately. Their lips parted, and their tongues found and explored each other like two dancers in step with one another. Right then, the song ended, but the kiss kept going and going, their tongues coiling around each other, the wet smacking of their lips a new song to softly dance to while the people around them began to giggle and murmur.
Finally, the band began to play again, a more upbeat song this time, and the two girls took a breath. Lily’s head was spinning, even after Camilla had let go of her. The kiss had sent her into overdrive and she didn’t know what to do with herself. It was like her brain and her body had disconnected. Camila was out of reach, yet she could still feel her somehow.
“I’m starting to get a little jealous,” she heard Grant say. She’d almost forgotten he was there.
“Aw, honey, I’m so sorry.” Camila wrapped her arms around him and gave him a peck on the lips. Then, she drew Lily close and kissed her again. Lily closed her eyes, welcoming back the soft sensation of Camila’s lips on hers, but to her surprise, they were soon gone, replaced with a different warmth and texture. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Grant who was kissing her now. There was a brief moment of quiet panic where the drug-addled haze seemed to clear from her mind, until her eyes found Camila, grinning from ear to ear. The raven-haired girl watched attentively as her boyfriend’s tongue explored every nook of Lily’s mouth, licking her own lips with anticipation until she couldn’t resist anymore and joined them. Suddenly, Lily’s entire world was reduced to those two hungry mouths, their frantic lips overpowering her, submitting her own to a barrage of wet, warm, moan-inducing kisses while two different sets of hands roamed up and down her tight body, finding the curve of her ass and the hardness of her nipples on every stroke with no regard for anything or anyone else around them. All notions of time had disappeared; her senses taken over by the fingers tickling the back of her thighs, and the soft lips kissing along her neck and behind her ear, leaving tiny little goosebumps in their wake. The surrounding crowd clapped and cheered, urging the trio on as Lily fell deeper into that sensual trance caused by Grant’s hands moving down her back and the warmth of Camila’s tongue filled her mouth.
Now that she was heading back home, readying herself to go back to dealing with the many indignities and obligations of adult life, she couldn’t help but miss that feeling of true freedom. All bad thoughts had been pushed away, she’d put herself in the hands of destiny.
“Ready for the after-party?” Camila had asked while teasing Lily's waist and thighs with her restless fingers.
Still savoring the tingling sensations on her lips, there had been no hesitation in her answer. “Let’s go.”
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Lily remembered the ride back to Harper’s place in foggy bits and pieces, a dream where she was in the back of an Uber with two people she barely knew, kissing and groping her. Had Harper been there? She wasn’t sure. When she closed her eyes, all she could see was Camila gently pushing another pill into her mouth without saying a word, and then feeling like she was floating as the couple continued to tease and kiss her deeply, exploring her every curve unhindered, her limbs moving on their own and her lips constantly reciprocating the couple’s attention without pause as their passion kept growing with every second.
Even now, a whole day after they’d parted ways, she could still feel her skin burning from Camila's touches and see Grant's hands roaming all over her body in vivid detail as though they were right there beside her. And most of all, she could not forget the Uber driver’s narrow-eyed glance in the rearview mirror, watching as Grant’s tongue traced patterns across the length of her neck and Camila slid her hand down her jean shorts, those fingers rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of her bodysuit, sending hot, ecstatic sensations through her being, prompting her to spread her legs wider and moan out loud with total abandon. The memories kept racing back in quick flashes as Lily drove faster under a sky almost as gray as the road itself. She could still feel the weight of the driver’s eyes locked on her as Grant pulled her top aside and brought his lips down to suckle on her nipple, the sweet scent of sweat and arousal filling the car as Camila finally pushed her fingers deep into her wet pussy. The two of them working in unison, their movements guided by an expert knowledge on how to pleasure the female body.
Alone behind the wheel, she found herself wishing she could be there again, despite everything that happened afterward. To go back to that exact moment when the softness, the warmth of Camila’s fingers, gliding between her thighs, sent jolts of pleasure throughout her being until, finally, she reached her peak. Her body tensed as the scenery outside slowed to a crawl, and Lily’s eyes met those of the driver’s in the mirror. An unspoken exchange between the thin stranger and her had happened right then and there, as her thighs gripped at Camila’s hand like a vice and every muscle in her body began to tremble. The thought of a complete stranger watching her orgasm in the back of his car, added to the intensity and deep satisfaction that flooded through Lily’s veins as her mouth opened in an uncontrollable scream and the spot between her legs throbbed with an intensity she could barely comprehend.
The highway and its scenery came back into a sharp focus as Lily swerved to avoid an oncoming truck. “Shit,” she said out loud, still struggling to make peace with the exhibitionist monster that Charlie’s schemes had unveiled. Even if she wished to forget about Charlie and everything to do with him, what he had awakened in her was still there, the monster lurking under the surface, making her shiver again just by thinking about that driver watching her in the back of his car. But maybe ‘Monster’ was too harsh of a word. Maybe it was just another part of herself she had to learn how to love, another test in the long road toward self-actualization that all those self-help books were always talking about. It made sense in her head, but as she looked out the window and continued driving towards the city, shame still lingered somewhere deep within her; because no amount of self-acceptance could justify what had happened later. Lily sighed and allowed herself to indulge in her memories for one last time, already slipping away from her as she pushed the gas pedal harder.
They had gotten out of the Uber without saying much else; they might have thanked the driver…she couldn’t recall anymore. What she did remember was the unexpected euphoria of having this beautiful couple swooning over her, giving her attention she so desperately needed, making her feel so good, wiping away her inhibitions. She remembered walking upstairs, her legs on autopilot, Camila’s hands on her waist, leading her to exactly where she needed to go. What she could not remember was what had happened to Harper, though she hadn't even thought of stopping to ask for him at any point either. But he was there already as they entered his apartment, and so were a couple dozen of his rowdy, drunk friends.
The after-party was raging on in full swing by the looks of it. Music was blaring, people were shouting, and alcohol was flowing freely. Everywhere she looked, there were people drinking to excess, dancing and engaging in lewd activities. She had never seen anything like it before, red cups and thrash all over the floor, wet and sticky coated in beer and God knows what else. So many drunk people everywhere; talking, drinking, and dancing to the thumping beat of loud music.
Lily realized she was sweating as they joined the party. She could barely focus, her whole body throbbing, exhilarated. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt that happy and sexy and, most of all, that alive. Harper was the only one who seemed to not be having fun, yelling at Camila about something that she just seemed to immediately dismiss with a laugh. Lily felt pity for him, his nice apartment was being thrashed, and he wasn't even able to enjoy it. Life was just too short, too amazing not to enjoy every second of it to the fullest. ‘He should’ve taken some of Camila’s pills.’ she remembered thinking.
"Hey!" Lily suddenly shouted over the music, interrupting whatever Harper was complaining about. "Come dance with us." She didn't even wait for Harper's reply and simply led him straight to the home stereo. There was no time to feel bad about anything. Harper just stared as Lily began to dance, gyrating her hips in time with the bass line, pushing her ass up and down shamelessly. She looked back at Grant and Camila and saw them approvingly nodding at her performance. She turned around and danced close to him, gyrating in time with the beat, rubbing her perky tits on his chest, daring him with her eyes to touch her body until all the worry seemed to vanish from him and he had choice but to comply. His hands went to her hips, pulling her to him, and they danced together for a couple of minutes, Lily still grinding on him, her nipples hard and erect, her pussy wet and throbbing, feeling him stiffen and grind back as if he could no longer control himself.
Camila and Grant joined them and Lily felt the touch of the two from behind her, their bodies suddenly pressed on her from both sides, their hands caressing her ass and hips. She giggled and let herself go completely, the last traces of inhibition disappearing with every beat of the music as she pressed her chest against Camila's, feeling her taut nipples brush against hers as the buxom girl grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips were warm and inviting, and Lily couldn't resist kissing back hungrily, feeling her tongue travel deeper into her mouth, their bodies pressed together as their tongues danced. Grant was standing behind them, caressing her ass, and Lily's hand reached for him, boldly stroking his cock through his pants as the rest of Grant’s friends watched.
Not to be undone, Harper began to kiss her neck and shoulders, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment of it, the grinding and kissing and feeling each other all over. Her mind was a complete blank as she moved her body to the rhythm of the music, giving herself fully to the three college kids as they squeezed and caressed her, making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. She felt so incredibly good, her chest heaving from the dancing and the heavy air of alcohol and sex, as if she could cum on the spot just from grinding on Grant's crotch. It was a good dream, the best dream of her life, experiencing the world as a completely free person, no doubts or insecurities or responsibilities holding her back from enjoying herself to the fullest; and it was better than anything she could've imagined.
And then suddenly, in the midst of all this, Camila grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the group, with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What are we doing?" the drugged actress had asked, her wobbly legs struggling to keep up.
"We're going to have a little fun," Camila replied as they entered Harper's bedroom. Lily's heart raced as she realized Grant and Harper were now in the room with them too. It took a few seconds for the sliver of her mind that was still alert enough to process things. "Oh..." she said dumbly, looking Harper straight in the eyes. He seemed more embarrassed than assertive, but at least he wasn't angry anymore.
"Ever had a foursome before?" she remembered the Latina girl saying before pushing her against the wall. It sounded crazy as she thought about it now that she was sober, but at that moment she hadn’t even questioned it; of course they were going to fuck, all of them together, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. "N-no yet," she’d struggled to say as Camila kissed the side of her neck. She seemed to get a kick out of that. Then Grant and Harper's hands were all over her, and she giggled as she squeezed their hardening dicks through their pants, her whole body tingling with excitement. Camila slipped her hand under her bodysuit and pinched her nipple, making her shiver and moan as Grant swiftly unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them down. Her pussy was throbbing with excitement as Harper began to suck her tits, her moans growing louder and louder as someone’s middle finger snaked under the crotch of her bodice and into her now dripping wet little pussy.
Their hands were everywhere, teasing and caressing and exploring her body, overwhelming her heightened senses until she felt like she was completely enveloped by their touch. She was in a haze, no longer keeping track of who was doing what, until Camila cupped the back of her head and pulled her close. A sudden wave of excitement rushed through Lily as she realized she was being told to kiss that pair of ripe, tanned tits. She closed her eyes and complied, relishing the softness of Camila's breasts on her lips, while someone, maybe it was Grant, continued to slowly tease her pussy through the black fabric of her bodysuit. It was slow torture, and Lily welcomed it. She thought back to Charlie and how he had been pressuring her to do things she didn’t feel ready for. But this was different, she had chosen this, and she wanted to savor every second of it; to feel every touch, to remember it forever.
"I want it," she remembered saying all of a sudden, her mind achieving a brief but piercing clarity and purpose. "I want you all to fuck me until I can't think anymore." Hearing them again in her head, the words felt foreign and a little silly, almost as if she had been possessed by an entirely different person at the time. "I guess it's true what they say about Hollywood," Camila had laughed, and the comment had surprised Lily. In hindsight, it was obvious now to her that Camila had known who she was the entire time, but there had been no time or will to ponder that as she was pushed back on to the bed.
The ceiling was spinning as she laid on her back, the bed felt like it was racing through space. Lily looked down and saw Grant taking his pants off, the fat snake she'd been groping peaking from his boxers at full mast. Her mouth watered as he pulled them down to reveal all nine inches of what seemed to be the most perfect cock she'd ever seen, the very sight of it lighting up every pleasure receptor in her brain. Camila had noticed this, of course, and she paused for a moment to stroke her boyfriend's long shaft as Lily stared at it with lustful awe. "He's got a beautiful cock, doesn't he?"
On the opposite side of the bed, Harper was slowly and awkwardly undressing himself. His dick, though not small, was underwhelming compared to Grant’s, and he seemed painfully aware of it. Camila did not help this matter when she playfully gave it a condescending tap on the head and said, "Yours is nice too, honey."
‘Poor Harper,’ Lily thought as she remembered him saying some mushed garble back. At that moment, she'd been completely in the throes of a drug-addled vortex, Camila and Harper's banter gliding over her brain with the disassociated contours of a conversation occurring in another room. Her sweat was heavy and slick, her heartbeat was thumping in her ears. Her mouth tingled as she ran her tongue over her lips, anticipating the big cock that was hovering over her now that Grant was kneeling on the bed. Unable to wait any longer, she’d started touching herself, pulling at the stretchy fabric of her bodice to release her small breasts, giving her tits a squeeze and teasing her hard nipples before she moved her hand down to her aching pussy. "You're such a slut," Camila had said with boisterous satisfaction, her eyes fixated on Lily's moving hand as she pulled her own striped top over her head to reveal a glorious pair of heavy tits, their tanned flesh a shade lighter than the rest of her creamy brown skin, bouncing back and forth as she climbed on top of the pale actress. The sight of those brown nipples had made Lily's mouth water. Thick and hard, seemingly begging for her mouth as Camila dangled them above her and, for the first time in her life, Lily Collins felt the inescapable need to pleasure another woman.
She was only vaguely aware of the guys jerking off as her tongue waltzed around Camila's mouth with skilled ease. Camila's tits were warm and soft, with a coarse texture that pleasured her palms when she ran them over them. The feeling was thrilling, a pair of ripe melons in her grip, the soft skin rubbing against her own as their lips joined in a long and passionate kiss. Her hands were immediately drawn to the Latina's fat ass cheeks, and in return, Camila broke the kiss to pull at the sides of Lily's black one-piece until the fabric started to tear across her chest. "I'm going to fucking ravage you," Camila said, looking down at her with incredible hunger in her eyes. It was an incredible feeling, to be completely at her mercy, immersed in the thrill of here and now, the past and future irrelevant as she lowered herself to within reach of Lily's mouth, pressing her warm, soft nipple to her willing tongue. Her tits were slick with sweat, and smelled of almond and musk as Lily tongued the little nub. The unexpected texture was a pleasant surprise, neither hard nor soft, but rather a combination of both, the feeling on her tongue and lips like a warm, inviting hug. She was careful not to hurt her as she started to suckle, letting her fingers trace the curves of her warm, soft thighs, and then the slightly rougher texture of her panties. Camila was unlike anyone she'd ever met and she wanted to bite and lick and taste her forever.
Camila chuckled at the look of unrestrained desire on her face. "That's right," she said. "You like those, don't you? You like feeling them on your lips, don't you? Tell me."
"Yes," Lily heard herself say in a dream-like state, her voice distant and far away, her whole body trembling, saliva dripping down her chin as she obediently suckled those tasty brown nipples. Everything about Camila was intoxicating, her senses drowning with the desire to taste and smell and feel more of her, and of everything around her.
The taste of Camila's sweat lingered on her tongue even as she withdrew. Carefully, she started to roll down what remained of Lily's ruined bodice, slowly peeling it down, each inch showing more and more of Lily's pale skin, until she reached her hips. Lily's heaving chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her nipples hard and focused as she looked at Grant and Harper standing on each side of the bed, jerking their cocks and waiting for their turn. The world had stopped, and only the four of them remained. Then Camila hooked her thumbs into the stretchy fabric and pulled.
The crotch of Lily's bodice clung briefly to the dampness between her legs before finally giving way, exposing her pink, wet hole to their hungry eyes. It felt like being freed, the chains of her everyday life pulled away along with her clothes. She looked up at Grant and Harper as they both moved closer; suffused with desire. Behind them, Camila was taking off her panties. Lily closed her eyes and let herself go, focusing only on the sensation of their hands on her skin, exploring every inch of her supplicant body. She had entered a state beyond volition, choosing nothing, becoming a plaything for the group. Harper, Grant and Camila: She'd be theirs for as long as they wanted, and nothing else would matter until they were all done with her.
A different mouth with a different texture and a different taste then descended upon her lips. She could tell it was Grant by the size of his hand, so large and powerful as he slid it over her hip, then lower, cupping her ass and pulling her body towards him. Time seemed to stretch as he gently spread her thighs and lined the head of his cock with her opening. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Camila had taken up Harper's attention. 'Good for him' she thought as the former couple fell next to her on the bed. Grant's cock brushed against her labia, then slipped past and began to enter her as the surrounding music seemed to somehow get louder and come from further away. A grunt escaped the actress’s lips as he suddenly thrust into her, his thick member filling up her tight pussy, stretching it around its considerable girth. Her hands tensed on his muscular arms, and for a brief moment, nothing but a single thought occupied her mind: After a lifetime of timidness, of being overly careful, even wary of sex at times, this was the third man in as many nights being inside of her. All of them strangers, fucking her raw, no feelings involved. She had never thought this would be her journey, that she would be the kind of woman to take drugs and sleep with strangers without a care in the world, but there she was doing so… and having the time of her life doing it.
A wave of bliss overtook her as Grant started to pull out and then thrust back in again and again, nice and slow, letting her feel every little vein and contour of his cock as he slowly worked his way into her depths. She sighed as he pulled out to thrust in again, his hips smacking against hers while his breath tickled the side of her neck, smiling to herself and silently thanking Charlie for having freed her. Now all she wanted was to drown in the feeling of flesh meeting flesh, all of her senses molded around the exquisite sensation of that hard length pushing between her folds, stretching her open with slow, steady strokes that made her moan in delight.
Next to her, Camila was moaning too, her juicy tits bouncing wildly as Harper huffed and puffed between her legs; even though he couldn’t help but glance back at Lily now and again. The two women exchanged glances and Lily started to laugh. All four of them, side by side, rocking together in harmony, their moans and cries echoing off the walls of the room. Camila’s hand slid up Lily’s arm, and she felt her warm breath against her neck as she moved closer to kiss her. Camila leaned in, and their eyes met just a second before their lips did, their tongues soon intertwined as Grant and Harper continued to fuck them in missionary position, faster and harder now, both men seeming to almost time their movements together, like an exotic musical arrangement specifically tuned for the girls' pleasure.
The surreal but incredibly intense quality of that memory caused Lily’s hands to tremble on the steering wheel. She started to drive faster without realizing it, her thoughts drifting further away from reality as she let herself get sucked into the vortex of memories. Grant grabbing her leg and raising it up to ram his cock into her deeper, banishing all coherent thoughts from her head. Her moans becoming incoherent as her pussy took every inch his cock had to give, and the room filling with sounds that ran from ecstatic to downright primal all at once as she tightened around Grant, coming closer and closer to climax, a pressure spreading outwards from her core, throughout her entire body, until finally, with one last push, she’d screamed out in pleasure, "AAAAHHHH!!! FUUUUCK!!! YESSSSS!!!"
The sight of her orgasm seemed to set off a chain reaction, and Harper pulled out of Camila just in time to finish on the tanned skin of her thigh, but the first jet was so powerful that it shot across her body and splashed against Lily's delicate, snow-white tummy. "Wooo!" Camila beamed, excited like a kid with a new toy as she guided Harper's penis towards Lily and pumped, ensuring that every last drop of his ejaculation landed on the actress’ milky-white skin. Still lost in the throes of her own orgasm, with Grant having slowed down but still pumping his big, long cock into her, Lily had barely felt Harper's cum splattering across her body. It was only when she began to come down that she registered the trails of warm goo etching her sculpted midriff and pooling in the small valley between her breasts.
"Fuck! Shit!" Harper had yelled, mad at himself, even as Camila tried to console him. "It’s okay, baby. Go clean yourself, drink some water, and come back when you’re ready, we’ll be waiting." Lily would've liked to say something too, but the words jumbled in her mind as Grant slowly pulled out of her, sending more shivers throughout her body. Instead, she lied there, slightly disoriented and still panting from her orgasm as Harper put his clothes back on, his shoulders hunched in a defeated manner as he left the room. There was a faint, metallic click that followed. Had someone locked the door? The room was spinning, and her thoughts seemed more scattered, it was getting harder and harder to focus on any one thing. Then Camila was back on top of her, her voice full of sultry conviction. "Don't worry about Harper," she said, her finger lingering on Lily's shiny, cum-speckled breasts, "Grant, and I can go all night."
Lily began to squirm and giggle as the Latina ran the tip of her tongue along her smooth neck, tracing a line down to her chest before finding her nipple with her lips. Lily's eyes widened in surprise as her mouth moved in small circles around it, giving it just enough pressure to make her moan beneath her. Two fingers suddenly pushed inside of her, a third one circling her clitoris, rubbing endlessly and reigniting sparks of pleasure throughout. Lily's moans grew longer, the warmth of Camila's body making her feel like she was melting into a state of pure, unexplainable pleasure. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Grant, who was watching from his side of the bed, his hand gently stroking the massive length of his erect cock, now covered in her creamy discharge, gleaming in anticipation as he enjoyed the show. The sight of it was mesmerizing, she couldn't remember if she'd ever seen one that big, and she couldn't believe she had taken all of it too.
"Mmm! Mmmm!" Camila could be heard as she moaned into Lily's chest, lapping up as much of Harper's cum as her tongue could collect, while her fingers made Lily buck her hips in time with her thrusts. The curvy brunette was relentless, her hard nipples gliding up and down Lily's sweaty, porcelain skin as she licked every last drop of semen off of her. Then she was back and facing her, her long, dark hair brushing against Lily’s shoulders, her shiny brown eyes locked with hers as she opened her mouth to let the thick mix of cum and saliva dribble down her chin. The sight of it was strangely alluring, every fiber in Lily’s body seemed to be drawn towards the sticky mix, and time seemed to slow down as she opened her mouth wider, sticking out her tongue to receive the offering. The taste of their collective pleasure was unlike anything Lily had ever experienced, a complex sweet, salty, and slightly tangy mix with the unmistakable flavor of man that lingered on her tongue and coated the roof of her mouth before she swallowed. The creamy concoction tickled her throat as it slid down, and a deep sense of euphoria followed as she dug her nails around the curves of Camila's back. Lily opened her mouth to lick Camila's skin, kissing and licking her with abandon, tasting the slight bitterness and the hint of saltiness of Harper's cum all over her tongue. She wanted to devour her, to consume every inch of her with an insatiable hunger that she never before knew existed.
Camila gasped, pleasantly surprised by Lily's sudden hunger for her. The Latina began to move faster, thrusting her fingers in and out of Lily's tight, quivering walls with vigor as the kiss prolonged and deepened, their tongues entwining in a passionate exchange, taking on a whole new level of intensity. "OH FUUUCK!" Lily screamed into Camila’s mouth, her pussy trembling and spasming, clenching around the college student's fingers with a powerful force, triggering passionate juices that squirted out and around them as her exquisitely pale, naked body surged with wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure.
"Oh, God! Oh Jesus," she sighed afterward, drained from the intensity of having come again so soon.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Camila said into her ear, "What a tiny little pill can do for you."
Lily nodded as her body lied there, limp and exhausted. The music outside was still playing, and yet all that she could hear in that room was her strained breathing, and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. A smile came to her face when Grant moved closer, still hard as a rock, his tanned, toned body looming over hers as he moved to the right side of the bed. She was completely spent, her limbs wobbly and weak, her heart and lungs begging for a break, but she could not deny the aching need that still resided between her legs. The pills had given her the fullest, most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, but it still wasn’t enough, her body was craving his touch, her lips aching to taste him, and between her legs was a deep hunger that begged to be filled with him again and again.
Camila rolled on her side to take Lily's limp hand, lifting it in the direction of her boyfriend's member as it menacingly approached. “I bet you’re dying to get that thick prick in your mouth, huh?”
Dazed and still out of breath, Lily touched it with the tip of her fingers, flexing and shaking, like a snake ready to strike, eager to enter her again. She felt the veins running along the shaft, pulsing with each heartbeat, and wrapped her fingers around the bulbous crown, wet with pre-cum. The tip twitched enticingly under her nose, the musky scent of sweat, body spray and sex filling her nostrils and firing a million neurons in her brain into an electrical storm of pure desire. Camila smiled knowingly and caressed the inside of Lily’s still quivering thigh, running the length of her finger up until she reached the apex of her legs, where her swollen pussy throbbed with sweet desire, and her voice became softer and more intimate as she whispered into her ear: "Go ahead, Snow White, show him how much of a slut you can be.” Suddenly reinvigorated, Lily found the energy to sit up and bring him to her mouth. Her grip on Grant's cock tightened as she placed it between her lips, parting them and sliding slowly down his shaft, making sure that Camila had a good view of her boyfriend’s member as it slid into her mouth. "Lily fucking Collins, you cocksucking little slut," Camila had giggled as the gorgeous actress worked her mouth up and down the length of him, ending each passing by swirling her tongue around the head for a few seconds.
A rush of adrenaline washed over Lily as an 18 Wheeler passed dangerously close to her compact car, the damning sentence still replaying in her head. But the shame and regret she felt now were nothing compared to the violent exhilaration she had felt in that moment, knowing she had not only been recognized but played from the beginning. The silly persona she had created, had shattered as it crashed with the real world in the form of a wicked college student getting off on seeing a legitimate celebrity going down on her boyfriend like just another run-of-the-mill slut hopped up on ecstasy.
"Lily fucking Collins, you cocksucking little slut," Lily said softly inside the car, her fingers absentmindedly rubbing her clit as she picked up speed, feeling increasingly aroused with each passing second. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of anything else, her mind kept going back to that bedroom. The way Camila had looked at her, like she was the first person to see her true nature, past the posh and proper visage of her public persona down to the very core of her being, where all the dirty fantasies and the primal needs laid just as bare and vulnerable as her body did. Ashamed and slightly scared, yet unable to stop herself from taking that girthy cock deeper and deeper into her throat each time, until he was almost completely swallowed in her mouth.
Under the dash, Lily spread her legs as wide as the confines of the small car would allow, rubbing her clit through her panties slowly and deliberately, pushing the silky fabric into her dampness as her mind continued to bring up every single detail of Grant’s cock twitching in her throat as he pushed deeper, its veins throbbing against her tongue, and the grunts of pleasure coming out of his mouth that only made her work harder to please them both.
"I'm starting to get a little jealous," she’d heard Camila chuckle softly as Grant groaned in pure bliss. The busty brunette sat next to Lily at the foot of the bed and began to lick her boyfriend’s balls. Lily welcomed her warmly, licking and kissing her as the college slut slobbered all over her boyfriend’s sack. Then, as if previously rehearsed, they ran their tongues along the length of his member in tandem, licking the shaft like an ice cream cone, before taking turns at engulfing it within their lips. Where or how Lily had learned to do that, she had no idea, it was as if the pills had allowed her to access a version of herself that had never surfaced before. Now that all her defenses were down, she could let go of everything and be the shameless slut that her upbringing and social status had always kept at bay.
"Mmmmm…" Grant moaned out loudly, his left hand holding fast onto Lily's hair, the left doing the same with Camila's, directing each of them with gentle but firm pulls. It was an orchestrated symphony of tongues and fingers, of moans and groans and soft, slippery skin. Lily got busy licking and sucking on Grant's crown, adding in gentle teasing nibbles as she went along, while Camila's tongue worked its way up and down his shaft before diverting to his tight sack where she eagerly suckled each testicle into her mouth.
Grant's hips began to thrust involuntarily as the two women pleasured him simultaneously, the intensity of it all threatening to push him over the edge. Then suddenly, overtaken by a fit of violent lust, he picked up Lily and pushed her face down onto the bed. “F–f–fuck,” Lily said softly as she diddled herself through her panties, slowing the car down to enter the parking lot of a deserted rest stop. She barely got the vehicle halfway over the lines before she put it in Park and quickly pulled her pants and underwear down. She pressed her temple against the window, touching herself using both hands now. Rubbing her clit with her right hand, circling slowly counterclockwise, while the middle finger of her left hand glided into her pussy. One finger in, and then two, in and out, faster, then a little faster still. Lily breathed raggedly, her thoughts fixed on how small and helpless Grant had made her feel in that moment. So much power and drive that even if she had wanted to, there wouldn’t have been anything she could’ve done to stop him from climbing on top of her and burying his massive cock deep inside her pussy.
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“Are you having fun with us?” the college girl whispered into her ear, sending a shiver throughout her body.
“Y–yes,” Lily sighed as the music and the warmth of Camila’s body sent her into a state of deep, soothing elation. Camila looked at her like she was the first course for dinner, clasping her hands around that tiny waist and pulling her even closer. “Good, now just close your eyes and enjoy the ride,” she whispered in her ear, pushing her big tits into Lily’s back as the drugged out girl raised her arms and swiveled her hips, gyrating her body to the music, silently welcoming Camila’s palms brushing the outside curve of her perky breasts before moving back down again.
The exquisite scent of Camila’s perfume mixed with her sweat was intoxicating. Lily inhaled the flowery, salty-sweet smell as she began to push her firm ass back into her, and soon she found herself grinding on Camila as the brunette breathed sensually on her neck. “Having fun?” Harper’s sexy friend asked, her lips brushing against Lily’s earlobe and sending shivers through her entire body. Lily’s eyes were closed, her dancing now fully transitioned into a shamelessly erotic sway, more concerned with rubbing herself across Camila’s body than with whatever was happening in the song. “Yes, thank you for this.”
Camila’s fingers grazed Lily's jawline as she pulled her in, their noses brushed and her lips gently pressed against hers for the briefest of moments. Lily felt her chest tighten as she tasted the sugary sweetness of Camila’s lip gloss. Her eyes opened wide, then softened. “We’re just getting started,” Camila said with a mischievous smile. Her cheeks had flushed with surprise as Camila kissed her again, meaningfully this time, her soft lips barely grazing hers at first, the electricity between them so strong that they became bolder immediately. Their lips parted, and their tongues found and explored each other like two dancers in step with one another. Right then, the song ended, but the kiss kept going and going, their tongues coiling around each other, the wet smacking of their lips a new song to softly dance to while the people around them began to giggle and murmur.
Finally, the band began to play again, a more upbeat song this time, and the two girls took a breath. Lily’s head was spinning, even after Camilla had let go of her. The kiss had sent her into overdrive and she didn’t know what to do with herself. It was like her brain and her body had disconnected. Camila was out of reach, yet she could still feel her somehow.
“I’m starting to get a little jealous,” she heard Grant say. She’d almost forgotten he was there.
“Aw, honey, I’m so sorry.” Camila wrapped her arms around him and gave him a peck on the lips. Then, she drew Lily close and kissed her again. Lily closed her eyes, welcoming back the soft sensation of Camila’s lips on hers, but to her surprise, they were soon gone, replaced with a different warmth and texture. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Grant who was kissing her now. There was a brief moment of quiet panic where the drug-addled haze seemed to clear from her mind, until her eyes found Camila, grinning from ear to ear. The raven-haired girl watched attentively as her boyfriend’s tongue explored every nook of Lily’s mouth, licking her own lips with anticipation until she couldn’t resist anymore and joined them. Suddenly, Lily’s entire world was reduced to those two hungry mouths, their frantic lips overpowering her, submitting her own to a barrage of wet, warm, moan-inducing kisses while two different sets of hands roamed up and down her tight body, finding the curve of her ass and the hardness of her nipples on every stroke with no regard for anything or anyone else around them. All notions of time had disappeared; her senses taken over by the fingers tickling the back of her thighs, and the soft lips kissing along her neck and behind her ear, leaving tiny little goosebumps in their wake. The surrounding crowd clapped and cheered, urging the trio on as Lily fell deeper into that sensual trance caused by Grant’s hands moving down her back and the warmth of Camila’s tongue filled her mouth.
Now that she was heading back home, readying herself to go back to dealing with the many indignities and obligations of adult life, she couldn’t help but miss that feeling of true freedom. All bad thoughts had been pushed away, she’d put herself in the hands of destiny.
“Ready for the after-party?” Camila had asked while teasing Lily's waist and thighs with her restless fingers.
Still savoring the tingling sensations on her lips, there had been no hesitation in her answer. “Let’s go.”
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Lily remembered the ride back to Harper’s place in foggy bits and pieces, a dream where she was in the back of an Uber with two people she barely knew, kissing and groping her. Had Harper been there? She wasn’t sure. When she closed her eyes, all she could see was Camila gently pushing another pill into her mouth without saying a word, and then feeling like she was floating as the couple continued to tease and kiss her deeply, exploring her every curve unhindered, her limbs moving on their own and her lips constantly reciprocating the couple’s attention without pause as their passion kept growing with every second.
Even now, a whole day after they’d parted ways, she could still feel her skin burning from Camila's touches and see Grant's hands roaming all over her body in vivid detail as though they were right there beside her. And most of all, she could not forget the Uber driver’s narrow-eyed glance in the rearview mirror, watching as Grant’s tongue traced patterns across the length of her neck and Camila slid her hand down her jean shorts, those fingers rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of her bodysuit, sending hot, ecstatic sensations through her being, prompting her to spread her legs wider and moan out loud with total abandon. The memories kept racing back in quick flashes as Lily drove faster under a sky almost as gray as the road itself. She could still feel the weight of the driver’s eyes locked on her as Grant pulled her top aside and brought his lips down to suckle on her nipple, the sweet scent of sweat and arousal filling the car as Camila finally pushed her fingers deep into her wet pussy. The two of them working in unison, their movements guided by an expert knowledge on how to pleasure the female body.
Alone behind the wheel, she found herself wishing she could be there again, despite everything that happened afterward. To go back to that exact moment when the softness, the warmth of Camila’s fingers, gliding between her thighs, sent jolts of pleasure throughout her being until, finally, she reached her peak. Her body tensed as the scenery outside slowed to a crawl, and Lily’s eyes met those of the driver’s in the mirror. An unspoken exchange between the thin stranger and her had happened right then and there, as her thighs gripped at Camila’s hand like a vice and every muscle in her body began to tremble. The thought of a complete stranger watching her orgasm in the back of his car, added to the intensity and deep satisfaction that flooded through Lily’s veins as her mouth opened in an uncontrollable scream and the spot between her legs throbbed with an intensity she could barely comprehend.
The highway and its scenery came back into a sharp focus as Lily swerved to avoid an oncoming truck. “Shit,” she said out loud, still struggling to make peace with the exhibitionist monster that Charlie’s schemes had unveiled. Even if she wished to forget about Charlie and everything to do with him, what he had awakened in her was still there, the monster lurking under the surface, making her shiver again just by thinking about that driver watching her in the back of his car. But maybe ‘Monster’ was too harsh of a word. Maybe it was just another part of herself she had to learn how to love, another test in the long road toward self-actualization that all those self-help books were always talking about. It made sense in her head, but as she looked out the window and continued driving towards the city, shame still lingered somewhere deep within her; because no amount of self-acceptance could justify what had happened later. Lily sighed and allowed herself to indulge in her memories for one last time, already slipping away from her as she pushed the gas pedal harder.
They had gotten out of the Uber without saying much else; they might have thanked the driver…she couldn’t recall anymore. What she did remember was the unexpected euphoria of having this beautiful couple swooning over her, giving her attention she so desperately needed, making her feel so good, wiping away her inhibitions. She remembered walking upstairs, her legs on autopilot, Camila’s hands on her waist, leading her to exactly where she needed to go. What she could not remember was what had happened to Harper, though she hadn't even thought of stopping to ask for him at any point either. But he was there already as they entered his apartment, and so were a couple dozen of his rowdy, drunk friends.
The after-party was raging on in full swing by the looks of it. Music was blaring, people were shouting, and alcohol was flowing freely. Everywhere she looked, there were people drinking to excess, dancing and engaging in lewd activities. She had never seen anything like it before, red cups and thrash all over the floor, wet and sticky coated in beer and God knows what else. So many drunk people everywhere; talking, drinking, and dancing to the thumping beat of loud music.
Lily realized she was sweating as they joined the party. She could barely focus, her whole body throbbing, exhilarated. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt that happy and sexy and, most of all, that alive. Harper was the only one who seemed to not be having fun, yelling at Camila about something that she just seemed to immediately dismiss with a laugh. Lily felt pity for him, his nice apartment was being thrashed, and he wasn't even able to enjoy it. Life was just too short, too amazing not to enjoy every second of it to the fullest. ‘He should’ve taken some of Camila’s pills.’ she remembered thinking.
"Hey!" Lily suddenly shouted over the music, interrupting whatever Harper was complaining about. "Come dance with us." She didn't even wait for Harper's reply and simply led him straight to the home stereo. There was no time to feel bad about anything. Harper just stared as Lily began to dance, gyrating her hips in time with the bass line, pushing her ass up and down shamelessly. She looked back at Grant and Camila and saw them approvingly nodding at her performance. She turned around and danced close to him, gyrating in time with the beat, rubbing her perky tits on his chest, daring him with her eyes to touch her body until all the worry seemed to vanish from him and he had choice but to comply. His hands went to her hips, pulling her to him, and they danced together for a couple of minutes, Lily still grinding on him, her nipples hard and erect, her pussy wet and throbbing, feeling him stiffen and grind back as if he could no longer control himself.
Camila and Grant joined them and Lily felt the touch of the two from behind her, their bodies suddenly pressed on her from both sides, their hands caressing her ass and hips. She giggled and let herself go completely, the last traces of inhibition disappearing with every beat of the music as she pressed her chest against Camila's, feeling her taut nipples brush against hers as the buxom girl grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips were warm and inviting, and Lily couldn't resist kissing back hungrily, feeling her tongue travel deeper into her mouth, their bodies pressed together as their tongues danced. Grant was standing behind them, caressing her ass, and Lily's hand reached for him, boldly stroking his cock through his pants as the rest of Grant’s friends watched.
Not to be undone, Harper began to kiss her neck and shoulders, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment of it, the grinding and kissing and feeling each other all over. Her mind was a complete blank as she moved her body to the rhythm of the music, giving herself fully to the three college kids as they squeezed and caressed her, making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. She felt so incredibly good, her chest heaving from the dancing and the heavy air of alcohol and sex, as if she could cum on the spot just from grinding on Grant's crotch. It was a good dream, the best dream of her life, experiencing the world as a completely free person, no doubts or insecurities or responsibilities holding her back from enjoying herself to the fullest; and it was better than anything she could've imagined.
And then suddenly, in the midst of all this, Camila grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the group, with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What are we doing?" the drugged actress had asked, her wobbly legs struggling to keep up.
"We're going to have a little fun," Camila replied as they entered Harper's bedroom. Lily's heart raced as she realized Grant and Harper were now in the room with them too. It took a few seconds for the sliver of her mind that was still alert enough to process things. "Oh..." she said dumbly, looking Harper straight in the eyes. He seemed more embarrassed than assertive, but at least he wasn't angry anymore.
"Ever had a foursome before?" she remembered the Latina girl saying before pushing her against the wall. It sounded crazy as she thought about it now that she was sober, but at that moment she hadn’t even questioned it; of course they were going to fuck, all of them together, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. "N-no yet," she’d struggled to say as Camila kissed the side of her neck. She seemed to get a kick out of that. Then Grant and Harper's hands were all over her, and she giggled as she squeezed their hardening dicks through their pants, her whole body tingling with excitement. Camila slipped her hand under her bodysuit and pinched her nipple, making her shiver and moan as Grant swiftly unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them down. Her pussy was throbbing with excitement as Harper began to suck her tits, her moans growing louder and louder as someone’s middle finger snaked under the crotch of her bodice and into her now dripping wet little pussy.
Their hands were everywhere, teasing and caressing and exploring her body, overwhelming her heightened senses until she felt like she was completely enveloped by their touch. She was in a haze, no longer keeping track of who was doing what, until Camila cupped the back of her head and pulled her close. A sudden wave of excitement rushed through Lily as she realized she was being told to kiss that pair of ripe, tanned tits. She closed her eyes and complied, relishing the softness of Camila's breasts on her lips, while someone, maybe it was Grant, continued to slowly tease her pussy through the black fabric of her bodysuit. It was slow torture, and Lily welcomed it. She thought back to Charlie and how he had been pressuring her to do things she didn’t feel ready for. But this was different, she had chosen this, and she wanted to savor every second of it; to feel every touch, to remember it forever.
"I want it," she remembered saying all of a sudden, her mind achieving a brief but piercing clarity and purpose. "I want you all to fuck me until I can't think anymore." Hearing them again in her head, the words felt foreign and a little silly, almost as if she had been possessed by an entirely different person at the time. "I guess it's true what they say about Hollywood," Camila had laughed, and the comment had surprised Lily. In hindsight, it was obvious now to her that Camila had known who she was the entire time, but there had been no time or will to ponder that as she was pushed back on to the bed.
The ceiling was spinning as she laid on her back, the bed felt like it was racing through space. Lily looked down and saw Grant taking his pants off, the fat snake she'd been groping peaking from his boxers at full mast. Her mouth watered as he pulled them down to reveal all nine inches of what seemed to be the most perfect cock she'd ever seen, the very sight of it lighting up every pleasure receptor in her brain. Camila had noticed this, of course, and she paused for a moment to stroke her boyfriend's long shaft as Lily stared at it with lustful awe. "He's got a beautiful cock, doesn't he?"
On the opposite side of the bed, Harper was slowly and awkwardly undressing himself. His dick, though not small, was underwhelming compared to Grant’s, and he seemed painfully aware of it. Camila did not help this matter when she playfully gave it a condescending tap on the head and said, "Yours is nice too, honey."
‘Poor Harper,’ Lily thought as she remembered him saying some mushed garble back. At that moment, she'd been completely in the throes of a drug-addled vortex, Camila and Harper's banter gliding over her brain with the disassociated contours of a conversation occurring in another room. Her sweat was heavy and slick, her heartbeat was thumping in her ears. Her mouth tingled as she ran her tongue over her lips, anticipating the big cock that was hovering over her now that Grant was kneeling on the bed. Unable to wait any longer, she’d started touching herself, pulling at the stretchy fabric of her bodice to release her small breasts, giving her tits a squeeze and teasing her hard nipples before she moved her hand down to her aching pussy. "You're such a slut," Camila had said with boisterous satisfaction, her eyes fixated on Lily's moving hand as she pulled her own striped top over her head to reveal a glorious pair of heavy tits, their tanned flesh a shade lighter than the rest of her creamy brown skin, bouncing back and forth as she climbed on top of the pale actress. The sight of those brown nipples had made Lily's mouth water. Thick and hard, seemingly begging for her mouth as Camila dangled them above her and, for the first time in her life, Lily Collins felt the inescapable need to pleasure another woman.
She was only vaguely aware of the guys jerking off as her tongue waltzed around Camila's mouth with skilled ease. Camila's tits were warm and soft, with a coarse texture that pleasured her palms when she ran them over them. The feeling was thrilling, a pair of ripe melons in her grip, the soft skin rubbing against her own as their lips joined in a long and passionate kiss. Her hands were immediately drawn to the Latina's fat ass cheeks, and in return, Camila broke the kiss to pull at the sides of Lily's black one-piece until the fabric started to tear across her chest. "I'm going to fucking ravage you," Camila said, looking down at her with incredible hunger in her eyes. It was an incredible feeling, to be completely at her mercy, immersed in the thrill of here and now, the past and future irrelevant as she lowered herself to within reach of Lily's mouth, pressing her warm, soft nipple to her willing tongue. Her tits were slick with sweat, and smelled of almond and musk as Lily tongued the little nub. The unexpected texture was a pleasant surprise, neither hard nor soft, but rather a combination of both, the feeling on her tongue and lips like a warm, inviting hug. She was careful not to hurt her as she started to suckle, letting her fingers trace the curves of her warm, soft thighs, and then the slightly rougher texture of her panties. Camila was unlike anyone she'd ever met and she wanted to bite and lick and taste her forever.
Camila chuckled at the look of unrestrained desire on her face. "That's right," she said. "You like those, don't you? You like feeling them on your lips, don't you? Tell me."
"Yes," Lily heard herself say in a dream-like state, her voice distant and far away, her whole body trembling, saliva dripping down her chin as she obediently suckled those tasty brown nipples. Everything about Camila was intoxicating, her senses drowning with the desire to taste and smell and feel more of her, and of everything around her.
The taste of Camila's sweat lingered on her tongue even as she withdrew. Carefully, she started to roll down what remained of Lily's ruined bodice, slowly peeling it down, each inch showing more and more of Lily's pale skin, until she reached her hips. Lily's heaving chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her nipples hard and focused as she looked at Grant and Harper standing on each side of the bed, jerking their cocks and waiting for their turn. The world had stopped, and only the four of them remained. Then Camila hooked her thumbs into the stretchy fabric and pulled.
The crotch of Lily's bodice clung briefly to the dampness between her legs before finally giving way, exposing her pink, wet hole to their hungry eyes. It felt like being freed, the chains of her everyday life pulled away along with her clothes. She looked up at Grant and Harper as they both moved closer; suffused with desire. Behind them, Camila was taking off her panties. Lily closed her eyes and let herself go, focusing only on the sensation of their hands on her skin, exploring every inch of her supplicant body. She had entered a state beyond volition, choosing nothing, becoming a plaything for the group. Harper, Grant and Camila: She'd be theirs for as long as they wanted, and nothing else would matter until they were all done with her.
A different mouth with a different texture and a different taste then descended upon her lips. She could tell it was Grant by the size of his hand, so large and powerful as he slid it over her hip, then lower, cupping her ass and pulling her body towards him. Time seemed to stretch as he gently spread her thighs and lined the head of his cock with her opening. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Camila had taken up Harper's attention. 'Good for him' she thought as the former couple fell next to her on the bed. Grant's cock brushed against her labia, then slipped past and began to enter her as the surrounding music seemed to somehow get louder and come from further away. A grunt escaped the actress’s lips as he suddenly thrust into her, his thick member filling up her tight pussy, stretching it around its considerable girth. Her hands tensed on his muscular arms, and for a brief moment, nothing but a single thought occupied her mind: After a lifetime of timidness, of being overly careful, even wary of sex at times, this was the third man in as many nights being inside of her. All of them strangers, fucking her raw, no feelings involved. She had never thought this would be her journey, that she would be the kind of woman to take drugs and sleep with strangers without a care in the world, but there she was doing so… and having the time of her life doing it.
A wave of bliss overtook her as Grant started to pull out and then thrust back in again and again, nice and slow, letting her feel every little vein and contour of his cock as he slowly worked his way into her depths. She sighed as he pulled out to thrust in again, his hips smacking against hers while his breath tickled the side of her neck, smiling to herself and silently thanking Charlie for having freed her. Now all she wanted was to drown in the feeling of flesh meeting flesh, all of her senses molded around the exquisite sensation of that hard length pushing between her folds, stretching her open with slow, steady strokes that made her moan in delight.
Next to her, Camila was moaning too, her juicy tits bouncing wildly as Harper huffed and puffed between her legs; even though he couldn’t help but glance back at Lily now and again. The two women exchanged glances and Lily started to laugh. All four of them, side by side, rocking together in harmony, their moans and cries echoing off the walls of the room. Camila’s hand slid up Lily’s arm, and she felt her warm breath against her neck as she moved closer to kiss her. Camila leaned in, and their eyes met just a second before their lips did, their tongues soon intertwined as Grant and Harper continued to fuck them in missionary position, faster and harder now, both men seeming to almost time their movements together, like an exotic musical arrangement specifically tuned for the girls' pleasure.
The surreal but incredibly intense quality of that memory caused Lily’s hands to tremble on the steering wheel. She started to drive faster without realizing it, her thoughts drifting further away from reality as she let herself get sucked into the vortex of memories. Grant grabbing her leg and raising it up to ram his cock into her deeper, banishing all coherent thoughts from her head. Her moans becoming incoherent as her pussy took every inch his cock had to give, and the room filling with sounds that ran from ecstatic to downright primal all at once as she tightened around Grant, coming closer and closer to climax, a pressure spreading outwards from her core, throughout her entire body, until finally, with one last push, she’d screamed out in pleasure, "AAAAHHHH!!! FUUUUCK!!! YESSSSS!!!"
The sight of her orgasm seemed to set off a chain reaction, and Harper pulled out of Camila just in time to finish on the tanned skin of her thigh, but the first jet was so powerful that it shot across her body and splashed against Lily's delicate, snow-white tummy. "Wooo!" Camila beamed, excited like a kid with a new toy as she guided Harper's penis towards Lily and pumped, ensuring that every last drop of his ejaculation landed on the actress’ milky-white skin. Still lost in the throes of her own orgasm, with Grant having slowed down but still pumping his big, long cock into her, Lily had barely felt Harper's cum splattering across her body. It was only when she began to come down that she registered the trails of warm goo etching her sculpted midriff and pooling in the small valley between her breasts.
"Fuck! Shit!" Harper had yelled, mad at himself, even as Camila tried to console him. "It’s okay, baby. Go clean yourself, drink some water, and come back when you’re ready, we’ll be waiting." Lily would've liked to say something too, but the words jumbled in her mind as Grant slowly pulled out of her, sending more shivers throughout her body. Instead, she lied there, slightly disoriented and still panting from her orgasm as Harper put his clothes back on, his shoulders hunched in a defeated manner as he left the room. There was a faint, metallic click that followed. Had someone locked the door? The room was spinning, and her thoughts seemed more scattered, it was getting harder and harder to focus on any one thing. Then Camila was back on top of her, her voice full of sultry conviction. "Don't worry about Harper," she said, her finger lingering on Lily's shiny, cum-speckled breasts, "Grant, and I can go all night."
Lily began to squirm and giggle as the Latina ran the tip of her tongue along her smooth neck, tracing a line down to her chest before finding her nipple with her lips. Lily's eyes widened in surprise as her mouth moved in small circles around it, giving it just enough pressure to make her moan beneath her. Two fingers suddenly pushed inside of her, a third one circling her clitoris, rubbing endlessly and reigniting sparks of pleasure throughout. Lily's moans grew longer, the warmth of Camila's body making her feel like she was melting into a state of pure, unexplainable pleasure. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Grant, who was watching from his side of the bed, his hand gently stroking the massive length of his erect cock, now covered in her creamy discharge, gleaming in anticipation as he enjoyed the show. The sight of it was mesmerizing, she couldn't remember if she'd ever seen one that big, and she couldn't believe she had taken all of it too.
"Mmm! Mmmm!" Camila could be heard as she moaned into Lily's chest, lapping up as much of Harper's cum as her tongue could collect, while her fingers made Lily buck her hips in time with her thrusts. The curvy brunette was relentless, her hard nipples gliding up and down Lily's sweaty, porcelain skin as she licked every last drop of semen off of her. Then she was back and facing her, her long, dark hair brushing against Lily’s shoulders, her shiny brown eyes locked with hers as she opened her mouth to let the thick mix of cum and saliva dribble down her chin. The sight of it was strangely alluring, every fiber in Lily’s body seemed to be drawn towards the sticky mix, and time seemed to slow down as she opened her mouth wider, sticking out her tongue to receive the offering. The taste of their collective pleasure was unlike anything Lily had ever experienced, a complex sweet, salty, and slightly tangy mix with the unmistakable flavor of man that lingered on her tongue and coated the roof of her mouth before she swallowed. The creamy concoction tickled her throat as it slid down, and a deep sense of euphoria followed as she dug her nails around the curves of Camila's back. Lily opened her mouth to lick Camila's skin, kissing and licking her with abandon, tasting the slight bitterness and the hint of saltiness of Harper's cum all over her tongue. She wanted to devour her, to consume every inch of her with an insatiable hunger that she never before knew existed.
Camila gasped, pleasantly surprised by Lily's sudden hunger for her. The Latina began to move faster, thrusting her fingers in and out of Lily's tight, quivering walls with vigor as the kiss prolonged and deepened, their tongues entwining in a passionate exchange, taking on a whole new level of intensity. "OH FUUUCK!" Lily screamed into Camila’s mouth, her pussy trembling and spasming, clenching around the college student's fingers with a powerful force, triggering passionate juices that squirted out and around them as her exquisitely pale, naked body surged with wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure.
"Oh, God! Oh Jesus," she sighed afterward, drained from the intensity of having come again so soon.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Camila said into her ear, "What a tiny little pill can do for you."
Lily nodded as her body lied there, limp and exhausted. The music outside was still playing, and yet all that she could hear in that room was her strained breathing, and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. A smile came to her face when Grant moved closer, still hard as a rock, his tanned, toned body looming over hers as he moved to the right side of the bed. She was completely spent, her limbs wobbly and weak, her heart and lungs begging for a break, but she could not deny the aching need that still resided between her legs. The pills had given her the fullest, most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, but it still wasn’t enough, her body was craving his touch, her lips aching to taste him, and between her legs was a deep hunger that begged to be filled with him again and again.
Camila rolled on her side to take Lily's limp hand, lifting it in the direction of her boyfriend's member as it menacingly approached. “I bet you’re dying to get that thick prick in your mouth, huh?”
Dazed and still out of breath, Lily touched it with the tip of her fingers, flexing and shaking, like a snake ready to strike, eager to enter her again. She felt the veins running along the shaft, pulsing with each heartbeat, and wrapped her fingers around the bulbous crown, wet with pre-cum. The tip twitched enticingly under her nose, the musky scent of sweat, body spray and sex filling her nostrils and firing a million neurons in her brain into an electrical storm of pure desire. Camila smiled knowingly and caressed the inside of Lily’s still quivering thigh, running the length of her finger up until she reached the apex of her legs, where her swollen pussy throbbed with sweet desire, and her voice became softer and more intimate as she whispered into her ear: "Go ahead, Snow White, show him how much of a slut you can be.” Suddenly reinvigorated, Lily found the energy to sit up and bring him to her mouth. Her grip on Grant's cock tightened as she placed it between her lips, parting them and sliding slowly down his shaft, making sure that Camila had a good view of her boyfriend’s member as it slid into her mouth. "Lily fucking Collins, you cocksucking little slut," Camila had giggled as the gorgeous actress worked her mouth up and down the length of him, ending each passing by swirling her tongue around the head for a few seconds.
A rush of adrenaline washed over Lily as an 18 Wheeler passed dangerously close to her compact car, the damning sentence still replaying in her head. But the shame and regret she felt now were nothing compared to the violent exhilaration she had felt in that moment, knowing she had not only been recognized but played from the beginning. The silly persona she had created, had shattered as it crashed with the real world in the form of a wicked college student getting off on seeing a legitimate celebrity going down on her boyfriend like just another run-of-the-mill slut hopped up on ecstasy.
"Lily fucking Collins, you cocksucking little slut," Lily said softly inside the car, her fingers absentmindedly rubbing her clit as she picked up speed, feeling increasingly aroused with each passing second. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of anything else, her mind kept going back to that bedroom. The way Camila had looked at her, like she was the first person to see her true nature, past the posh and proper visage of her public persona down to the very core of her being, where all the dirty fantasies and the primal needs laid just as bare and vulnerable as her body did. Ashamed and slightly scared, yet unable to stop herself from taking that girthy cock deeper and deeper into her throat each time, until he was almost completely swallowed in her mouth.
Under the dash, Lily spread her legs as wide as the confines of the small car would allow, rubbing her clit through her panties slowly and deliberately, pushing the silky fabric into her dampness as her mind continued to bring up every single detail of Grant’s cock twitching in her throat as he pushed deeper, its veins throbbing against her tongue, and the grunts of pleasure coming out of his mouth that only made her work harder to please them both.
"I'm starting to get a little jealous," she’d heard Camila chuckle softly as Grant groaned in pure bliss. The busty brunette sat next to Lily at the foot of the bed and began to lick her boyfriend’s balls. Lily welcomed her warmly, licking and kissing her as the college slut slobbered all over her boyfriend’s sack. Then, as if previously rehearsed, they ran their tongues along the length of his member in tandem, licking the shaft like an ice cream cone, before taking turns at engulfing it within their lips. Where or how Lily had learned to do that, she had no idea, it was as if the pills had allowed her to access a version of herself that had never surfaced before. Now that all her defenses were down, she could let go of everything and be the shameless slut that her upbringing and social status had always kept at bay.
"Mmmmm…" Grant moaned out loudly, his left hand holding fast onto Lily's hair, the left doing the same with Camila's, directing each of them with gentle but firm pulls. It was an orchestrated symphony of tongues and fingers, of moans and groans and soft, slippery skin. Lily got busy licking and sucking on Grant's crown, adding in gentle teasing nibbles as she went along, while Camila's tongue worked its way up and down his shaft before diverting to his tight sack where she eagerly suckled each testicle into her mouth.
Grant's hips began to thrust involuntarily as the two women pleasured him simultaneously, the intensity of it all threatening to push him over the edge. Then suddenly, overtaken by a fit of violent lust, he picked up Lily and pushed her face down onto the bed. “F–f–fuck,” Lily said softly as she diddled herself through her panties, slowing the car down to enter the parking lot of a deserted rest stop. She barely got the vehicle halfway over the lines before she put it in Park and quickly pulled her pants and underwear down. She pressed her temple against the window, touching herself using both hands now. Rubbing her clit with her right hand, circling slowly counterclockwise, while the middle finger of her left hand glided into her pussy. One finger in, and then two, in and out, faster, then a little faster still. Lily breathed raggedly, her thoughts fixed on how small and helpless Grant had made her feel in that moment. So much power and drive that even if she had wanted to, there wouldn’t have been anything she could’ve done to stop him from climbing on top of her and burying his massive cock deep inside her pussy.
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Lily remembered her lungs filling with a gasp, then having to bite her lip to keep from screaming as Grant thrust into her with force, each stroke driving her further and further into the mattress, and she found herself doing the same thing again in the relative privacy of her rented car, soaking the driver’s seat with her juices as her two fingers continued to push in and out of her wet cunt.
Her eyes were closed shut and the rest stop went away. She was back there, as if aided by a time machine, with her face buried between the sheets and Grant’s thick dick pushing all the way in as her plump ass quaked and quivered beneath him.
Camila slowly moving her hands down her back, gently massaging her hips and butt before slipping a finger into her anus. It was as if it was happening again, her asshole clenched in the car just as it had around Camila’s digit. The sensation of Camila pressing gently against her sphincter was completely unexpected and unbelievable, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout Lily's body and setting her alight with an unquenchable hunger for more. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as Grant kept pushing himself hard into her from behind and Camila continued to slip in and out of her tight ass. With each push from Grant, Camila moved the finger in circles, slowly priming the tight hole, preparing the muscles inside. The sensations were overwhelming and Lily moaned loudly with her face still contorted in a state of pure pleasure. The combination of having both her holes filled was almost too much to bear, and she found herself pushing back against the eager thrusts like a bitch in heat. Grant's thrusts increased, as though he was trying to push right through Lily and into the mattress, but when Camila slowly pulled her fingers out, Lily reached a hand behind her back and grasped onto Camila's wrist, guiding her back inside without even thinking. "Oooh, you filthy little whore," remarked Camila, cackling with delight as she spread Lily’s beautifully pale ass cheeks and spat onto her asshole, eliciting an unexpected gasp from her. Grant immediately stopped, as if a switch had been flicked, and slowly pulled out to watch Camila run her tongue along the sweaty crevice of Lily's cheeks.
“Mmmmmn,” Lily moaned in the middle of the empty rest stop parking lot, biting her lower lip and rubbing frantic circles over her clit, lifting her butt from the seat by pure reflex, as if Camila was somehow down there, lapping at her puckered hole all over again.
"Oh my God!" the actress had moaned into the sheets, right before Grant's cock had started pressing against her tight asshole, taking the words away from her. Her body had tensed up, but she hadn’t even questioned if she was ready or not, the very concept of saying No to anything had gone out the window the moment she had chosen to go with them. It was the culmination of what Charlie had started on the road just a few days ago. She was ready to surrender and let them do anything they wanted with her body, taking full pleasure in every sensation, savoring each and every new experience that kept her thoughts away from her life and the trouble she'd left behind.
She sounded like a wounded animal, groaning loudly as Grant's thick cock started to penetrate her tight asshole, pushing in bit by bit as she breathed deep and slow, eyes closed tightly, sweat dripping from every pore in her body, her hips rolling back against him, welcoming him in despite the discomfort. A brief moment of panic ensued. It was too big, going from having only experienced a single finger to Grant’s monster was too much. The sensation was unbearable and it felt like she was being torn apart, but despite the pain she wanted nothing more than for him to keep going, pushing in further until he was fully inside her, so she strained and pushed against his hips, desperate to be filled as Grant began to wriggle himself inside her tight hole. “GIVE TO ME, PUT IT IN MY ASS!” she screamed like a mad woman. But he took his time, pushing and pressing in millimeters at a time, feeling the tightness and resistance of Lily's virgin asshole as it slowly opened up to him.
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Her eyes were closed shut and the rest stop went away. She was back there, as if aided by a time machine, with her face buried between the sheets and Grant’s thick dick pushing all the way in as her plump ass quaked and quivered beneath him.
Camila slowly moving her hands down her back, gently massaging her hips and butt before slipping a finger into her anus. It was as if it was happening again, her asshole clenched in the car just as it had around Camila’s digit. The sensation of Camila pressing gently against her sphincter was completely unexpected and unbelievable, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout Lily's body and setting her alight with an unquenchable hunger for more. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as Grant kept pushing himself hard into her from behind and Camila continued to slip in and out of her tight ass. With each push from Grant, Camila moved the finger in circles, slowly priming the tight hole, preparing the muscles inside. The sensations were overwhelming and Lily moaned loudly with her face still contorted in a state of pure pleasure. The combination of having both her holes filled was almost too much to bear, and she found herself pushing back against the eager thrusts like a bitch in heat. Grant's thrusts increased, as though he was trying to push right through Lily and into the mattress, but when Camila slowly pulled her fingers out, Lily reached a hand behind her back and grasped onto Camila's wrist, guiding her back inside without even thinking. "Oooh, you filthy little whore," remarked Camila, cackling with delight as she spread Lily’s beautifully pale ass cheeks and spat onto her asshole, eliciting an unexpected gasp from her. Grant immediately stopped, as if a switch had been flicked, and slowly pulled out to watch Camila run her tongue along the sweaty crevice of Lily's cheeks.
“Mmmmmn,” Lily moaned in the middle of the empty rest stop parking lot, biting her lower lip and rubbing frantic circles over her clit, lifting her butt from the seat by pure reflex, as if Camila was somehow down there, lapping at her puckered hole all over again.
"Oh my God!" the actress had moaned into the sheets, right before Grant's cock had started pressing against her tight asshole, taking the words away from her. Her body had tensed up, but she hadn’t even questioned if she was ready or not, the very concept of saying No to anything had gone out the window the moment she had chosen to go with them. It was the culmination of what Charlie had started on the road just a few days ago. She was ready to surrender and let them do anything they wanted with her body, taking full pleasure in every sensation, savoring each and every new experience that kept her thoughts away from her life and the trouble she'd left behind.
She sounded like a wounded animal, groaning loudly as Grant's thick cock started to penetrate her tight asshole, pushing in bit by bit as she breathed deep and slow, eyes closed tightly, sweat dripping from every pore in her body, her hips rolling back against him, welcoming him in despite the discomfort. A brief moment of panic ensued. It was too big, going from having only experienced a single finger to Grant’s monster was too much. The sensation was unbearable and it felt like she was being torn apart, but despite the pain she wanted nothing more than for him to keep going, pushing in further until he was fully inside her, so she strained and pushed against his hips, desperate to be filled as Grant began to wriggle himself inside her tight hole. “GIVE TO ME, PUT IT IN MY ASS!” she screamed like a mad woman. But he took his time, pushing and pressing in millimeters at a time, feeling the tightness and resistance of Lily's virgin asshole as it slowly opened up to him.
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“Oh baby, she’s so tight!” Camila chuckled as Lily's eyes rolled back, the feel of that thick cock entering her rectum a completely new kind of feeling she could've never imagined, an electrifying cascade of pressure, pain and pleasure all mixed in together and making her feel so alive as her insides gradually adjusted to the size. Grant moved slowly and carefully, gradually pushing his cock inside her tight hole, inch by glorious inch. It was agonizingly slow, but it had felt absolutely incredible as he finally breached her tight barrier and settled himself deep within her. Lily's breath caught in her throat as he began to move with a gentle rhythm, allowing each new thrust to linger for a moment before pulling out and pushing back in again. The sensation of being filled from the inside by him was like nothing she had ever experienced before; each press of his firm length made her heart beat faster and sent shocks of pleasure all throughout her body.
And then, a pure, animalistic pleasure came flooding back through her veins, the sharpest and most powerful surge of arousal she had ever experienced as the tight ring eased up around that thick cock, allowing it to completely fill her ass. “OH MY GOD!” She had cried out, encouraging him to keep going, slowly but surely working his way deeper into her tight grasp until Lily felt fully connected to him and was no longer able to contain herself. She lifted her head and released an animal cry of pain, “YEEES!!! FUCK YES!!!” Her voice burst forth in a loud cry of pleasure that echoed off the walls as wave after wave of pure ecstasy flooded through every nerve ending in her body. Then, Camila joined in again, pressing two fingers against Lily's clit, pushing and pulling at the sensitive little nub, tweaking and stroking at just the right angle to make it swell underneath her fingertips as Grant continued thrusting into her tight hole, setting off a whole new chain of sensations through her body. Lily gasped and screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as Grant began to move faster and faster, his thrusts going deeper and deeper until she was screaming out in pleasure. Her entire body was trembling, her lids fluttering with every pulse, and her fingers clenched around the sheets to hold on for balance.
Even now, as she replayed and relived that moment in her mind, with the sound of cars speeding past accompanying the wet music coming from between her legs, she couldn’t find the words to describe what she had felt, the sweet ecstasy of being filled completely, the pressure inside her so intense that had made her feel like one false movement could tear her apart, and the incredible thrill that came with that. It was almost like another high on top of everything else, like she had truly left the person she was behind and been reborn as their play toy.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as her body bobbed back and forth in perfect sync with her partners', an unbridled carnal force guiding each and every movement, sending her into a frenzy, whimpering Grant’s name with desperate need and begging for more.
"YES!!! YEEESSS!!! FUCK MEEEE!!! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME!”
With her eyes closed and her breaths becoming shorter and shorter under the power of Grant’s cock, Lily had allowed herself to be fully consumed. Nothing mattered anymore, her friends, her career her life in L.A., even Charlie was nothing but a distant memory. As long as Grant and Camila were there to keep her in this state of bliss, she wouldn't need anything else in life. The intensity of the moment had caused the actress to become overwhelmed with emotion, sobbing in pleasure and pain as her hips continued to grind against Camila’s fingers, pushing herself further as Grant drove himself deeper inside her with every thrust. Pounding her ruthlessly as her cries grew louder and more desperate. “OH GOD, OH FUCK, IT’S SO GOOOOD!!! OH MY GOOOODDDD!!!"” she screamed out in an orgasmic frenzy, so loud that Camila was stunned, and she had to pull back when Lily’s body arched violently as waves of pleasure coursed through her veins. A million little sparks seemed to burst through Lily’s chest, radiating outward from the core of her being, and then a sudden white light consumed her body with such force that it almost felt like it would kill her.
Grant followed soon after, pushing deep inside Lily one last time, his entire body trembling under the strain of resisting his own climax. Lily clung onto the mattress desperately, her tiny moans and muffled cries now overpowered by the ecstatic sounds of the man deep inside her ass. Her tight asshole squeezed around him like a vise, and he finally lost all control. With one final push, he filled her up completely and shot his release, gushes of hot cum began spilling deep inside of Lily as she screamed, the awareness of the cock in her rectum becoming everything, attaining the full dimension of the entire universe, a unity of pure annihilating, delicious agony, everything around her fading until all that was left was a white-hot wave of pleasure blinding her every sense.
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And then, a pure, animalistic pleasure came flooding back through her veins, the sharpest and most powerful surge of arousal she had ever experienced as the tight ring eased up around that thick cock, allowing it to completely fill her ass. “OH MY GOD!” She had cried out, encouraging him to keep going, slowly but surely working his way deeper into her tight grasp until Lily felt fully connected to him and was no longer able to contain herself. She lifted her head and released an animal cry of pain, “YEEES!!! FUCK YES!!!” Her voice burst forth in a loud cry of pleasure that echoed off the walls as wave after wave of pure ecstasy flooded through every nerve ending in her body. Then, Camila joined in again, pressing two fingers against Lily's clit, pushing and pulling at the sensitive little nub, tweaking and stroking at just the right angle to make it swell underneath her fingertips as Grant continued thrusting into her tight hole, setting off a whole new chain of sensations through her body. Lily gasped and screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as Grant began to move faster and faster, his thrusts going deeper and deeper until she was screaming out in pleasure. Her entire body was trembling, her lids fluttering with every pulse, and her fingers clenched around the sheets to hold on for balance.
Even now, as she replayed and relived that moment in her mind, with the sound of cars speeding past accompanying the wet music coming from between her legs, she couldn’t find the words to describe what she had felt, the sweet ecstasy of being filled completely, the pressure inside her so intense that had made her feel like one false movement could tear her apart, and the incredible thrill that came with that. It was almost like another high on top of everything else, like she had truly left the person she was behind and been reborn as their play toy.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as her body bobbed back and forth in perfect sync with her partners', an unbridled carnal force guiding each and every movement, sending her into a frenzy, whimpering Grant’s name with desperate need and begging for more.
"YES!!! YEEESSS!!! FUCK MEEEE!!! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME!”
With her eyes closed and her breaths becoming shorter and shorter under the power of Grant’s cock, Lily had allowed herself to be fully consumed. Nothing mattered anymore, her friends, her career her life in L.A., even Charlie was nothing but a distant memory. As long as Grant and Camila were there to keep her in this state of bliss, she wouldn't need anything else in life. The intensity of the moment had caused the actress to become overwhelmed with emotion, sobbing in pleasure and pain as her hips continued to grind against Camila’s fingers, pushing herself further as Grant drove himself deeper inside her with every thrust. Pounding her ruthlessly as her cries grew louder and more desperate. “OH GOD, OH FUCK, IT’S SO GOOOOD!!! OH MY GOOOODDDD!!!"” she screamed out in an orgasmic frenzy, so loud that Camila was stunned, and she had to pull back when Lily’s body arched violently as waves of pleasure coursed through her veins. A million little sparks seemed to burst through Lily’s chest, radiating outward from the core of her being, and then a sudden white light consumed her body with such force that it almost felt like it would kill her.
Grant followed soon after, pushing deep inside Lily one last time, his entire body trembling under the strain of resisting his own climax. Lily clung onto the mattress desperately, her tiny moans and muffled cries now overpowered by the ecstatic sounds of the man deep inside her ass. Her tight asshole squeezed around him like a vise, and he finally lost all control. With one final push, he filled her up completely and shot his release, gushes of hot cum began spilling deep inside of Lily as she screamed, the awareness of the cock in her rectum becoming everything, attaining the full dimension of the entire universe, a unity of pure annihilating, delicious agony, everything around her fading until all that was left was a white-hot wave of pleasure blinding her every sense.
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Then, for a few seconds, nobody moved. Everything around Lily seemed to shrink as her vision blurred and then suddenly became incredibly clear, like she was feeling everything in its finest detail. The white rivulets spilled out of her gaping asshole as Grant withdrew, dripping down to her sloppy pussy and running down the back of her thighs as she continued to shake uncontrollably before finally collapsing with exhaustion.
Camila, who'd been eagerly watching up until that point, took the opportunity to dive in. "Wasn't that fun?" she said, gently helping Lily roll onto her back, her perfect porcelain skin smeared with sweat as her body continued to shake with the orgasm aftershocks she couldn't control. The actress's eyes were half-closed with a look of euphoria, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her perky breasts heaved with every breath. She seemed too fragile to even move, her pearly white skin glistening against the soft lamplight like a masterful sculpture, but they were still not done with her.
Camila lied down next to Lily's face, so they were eye-to-eye. “Now clean the mess you made, you filthy whore.” Grant’s huge and veiny cock was waiting for her as he stood at the foot of the bed. The thing was covered in a filthy mix of his cum and her juices, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart, its turgid length curving gracefully under his chiseled abs; and despite her exhaustion, Lily had found herself drawn to him like she was in some kind of trance. Before her mind had time to make a decision, her body had already begun to slowly crawl on the bed toward him. Grant seemed to smile at this display of submission, and Camila started cackling again as Lily reached for his limp cock with trembling fingers and brought it to her mouth. “If only Papa Phil could see her now,” she joked as Lily began to gently lick up and down its length, savoring every single drop of cum and sex until not a single trace was left behind.
The mention of her famous father’s name had made her feel ashamed but aroused all at the same time, and for a brief moment she thought she had heard the man himself, his voice in her head, as if he were standing right next to her, telling her how proud she made him as she kept licking. “Look at you, lapping up all the filth,” Camila said before leaned closer and whispering in a low voice: “Good girls don't do this….but we both know you're not one of those…are you?” Her words had sent shivers down Lily's spine as she started going harder on Grant’s cock, moaning out louder as her body and mind responded to Camila’s taunts in a way that surprised both of them. “You’re not the rich little princess that I’ve seen in the photos, are you? No, you’re a fucking slut, just like everyone else,” Camila added as she slapped Lily's ass with all her strength, so hard that she let out a cry of pain. But it seemed as if the pain only made Lily’s tongue move faster, and before she knew it, the hand was already coming down again. “Ahh!” the actress cried out, her body trembling as the sting slowly covered the skin of her right ass cheek, followed by Camila’s voice demanding for her to keep licking. Lily had complied, the pain felt good in some strange way, the sensations from Grant's stickiness mixed in with that of the handprints left behind on her skin, secretly reveling in this new pleasure found through submission as Camila continued to punish her, spanking her time and time again until both her ass cheeks were a flaming red.
Even when the punishment stopped, Lily’s body kept shaking. Just the anticipation of the next spank was enough to make her moan. Without even realizing it, she had stopped licking Grant’s cock, turning all of her attention to the pain and shame that inevitably followed each hit; those feelings only serving to drive her deeper into submission until she found herself begging for more punishment. “Please, please don’t stop! I need it, I can take it all!” Lily pleaded, gleaming with sweat, tears streaming down her face. She had seen Camila’s perverse smile as she looked down on her, knowing she had become unrecognizable to herself; no longer the confident Hollywood star but instead a writhing mess. A pathetic slut on all fours on a stranger’s bed, drool dripping down her chin as she begged to be punished, quivering from arousal even as her shoulders tensed up like an animal ready to be disciplined with another hit.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do” Camila said sternly and pushed Lily down onto the bed, pinning her against the sheets. "Now it's my turn," she said, maneuvering herself up her delicate body until she was straddling her face. She lowered herself, easing her wet lips to the panting beauty’s mouth. Lily was so out of it by that point that it took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. Reveling in her power, Camila grasped Lily's hair firmly and pulled her head up, locking eyes with her as she pressed her flushed face to her pussy. "And you better not stop until I tell you to," she said coldly before pushing her hips forward. With a weak, exhausted moan, Lily finally surrendered and accepted Camilla's pussy on her lips. Her hesitation did not last long, it was so sensual to feel the fleshy warmth of Camilla's thighs on her face, so soft and warm and inviting. When Lily's tongue touched Camilla's pussy, she felt like she was electrocuted and, as she ran the tip of her tongue over the hard nub, Camilla's legs quivered and she let out a sigh of pure pleasure. Her taste was intoxicating, her wetness a delicious, tangy flavor filled that filled her mouth, like a mix of ripe strawberries and a tropical cocktail. Lily began to lick with fervor, bathing Camila's clitoris in pleasure as she teased her by swirling her tongue around the moist flesh. She committed to exploring each recess of her slit, letting her tongue explore the folds of her skin and tasting every drop of arousal that emanated from it.
And naturally, or rather chemically, her body started to come alive again, leading Lily to moan into the young girl’s pussy, her hands drawn to her own clit, swollen and sensitive beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. She licked and sucked with such unrelenting fervor that even Camila was taken by surprise, and when she fully submerged her tongue into the warm core, it sent the horny college student into a fit of laughter as she writhed and bucked all over her face. "Oh yeah, just like that, don't stop licking my fucking cunt you fucking slut!"
Lily lost herself completely in the pleasure of it all, possessed by a zealousness beyond her control that commanded her to keep sucking and licking, tasting and pleasuring that girl until either of them couldn't go on anymore. Time became meaningless; she was completely in tune with the sounds and smells coming from Camila's body, and the slow circular motion her hips drew over her lips as she moved back and forth. "YES, I'M GONNA CUM, KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, SLUT!"
The seatbelt was still on and it dug in between her breasts as she started to rock back and forth, to meet the thrusts of her own fingers. "YES! YEEEESSS!!!" she screamed out loud, shaking uncontrollably as she remembered Camila’s hot juices spilling all over her face, soaking the white sheets just as her own squirt began to soak the seat under her. But suddenly a sharp knock on the window startled her, yanking her back to the present.
"Are you okay, lady? Are you having a heart attack?”
“AHHH! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” Lily screamed at the stranger.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you okay?” the man said as Lily hastily pulled her pants up and started the car engine. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” she yelled, embarrassed and ashamed, hoping that the stranger hadn't noticed what she was doing.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she drove away, Camilla still in her head. Every moan and wet sound, every gasp and shriek so loud in her ears that it was as if she was still there under her writhing body.
“Fuck,” she said softly, still coming down from her orgasm as the highway stretched like a serpent in front of her.
Now that she calmed down a little, she tried to reconstruct the rest of the night, knowing full well that it would be in vain. Because that was where Lily's memories started to jumble and fade. Had she passed out right there next to them? Or had they kept going all night? All she had were flashes: Sweat covered skin, intertwined limbs, voices in her ear, huffing and puffing and moaning her name through scattered moments of ecstasy in every position allowable to human physiology. There was no way to know if they were real. She'd never been so high in her entire life, she'd never so lost and reckless. When she closed her eyes, she could see herself on her knees, Camila and Grant standing over her, side by side, grabbing her by the hair and making her go from sucking his dick to licking her pussy, back and forth, over and over again. She could also see herself on top of someone— maybe Grant? At least she hoped it was him—waving her cowboy hat in the air as if she was actually riding a bull, while Camila shouted "Yee-ha!" somewhere in the room.
‘Jesus Christ, I’m 30 years old, what the fuck was I thinking,’ she said to herself as more vague echoes kept coming to her in fuzzy, scattered bits and pieces. She saw herself bent over the bed, pinned to the wall, lying on the floor with her arms held up over her head… One moment she was back there again in the heat, Camila's fingernails digging into her back, manly grunts mixing in with her girlish moans as their bodies collided… And then it was gone again and she was alone in her rented car, trying to figure out how to take a step back and reassess her life, but mostly wondering what part of everything in her head was real.
The one thing she knew for certain was that she had let things go too far, and she had no one to blame but herself. What had happened the next morning had scared her enough to make her promise herself that she would never do anything so reckless ever again.
She had woken up from a deep and dreamless sleep to the sensation, unmistakable, of a hard dick pressed against her rear. The sun was already high up in the sky, hurting her eyes as it shone through the window. She was still in a daze. What had she done? Who was this man spooning her? Her head was pounding and she was so dizzy she could barely move. Looking around, she thought she recognized Harper’s room, the guitar in the corner, the photo with his proud parents. She felt him blowing on the back of her neck, his hand squeezing her breasts. Neither Camilla nor Grant were anywhere in sight. She had felt relieved that it was Harper in bed with her, especially after Camila had pretty much locked him out of the room. But sobriety had brought a massive hangover with it, as well as a tidal wave of shame. In that moment, she had asked herself what the fuck she was doing with her life. A woman in her thirties pretending to be a stripper and partying with college kids. It was pathetic, yet another stupid decision to add to the long list she'd been compiling for the last few days. It was time to go back home and get her shit together. But her head was pounding, her mouth was dry, and Harper was right there, grinding against her backside, his hard cock pressing against the curve of her ass. Her body was so sore, but it welcomed his touch. The poor kid was going to be heart-broken once more when she left, but he deserved at least this, and so did she. A morning quickie, something to make her feel both of them good so they could say goodbye to each other with a smile. After all, breaking up with Charlie would be the next thing on her list, so this could be one last payback fuck before going back to her normal life, one last moment of risk and pleasure with no guilt attached to it for the woman he had called boring.
And so, she reached back and pulled him close, closing her eyes as she relished his lips on her bare shoulder, and his arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body, his hard prick poking her cheeks as he began to lick her earlobe and play with her breasts. “Hmmm, I like that," she moaned. After long minutes of tenderness, he spread her cheek to aim himself, and Lily let out a tender whine as she felt the soreness of her asshole, still reeling from the size and power of Grant’s cock last night.
With a soft smile on her lips, Lily laid still and closed eyes as she felt him entering her pussy, so deep, pushing inch by inch until he was completely inside of her. She whimpered as he started to slide in and out of her, his hands squeezing her tits hard as he buried himself deeper each time he pushed forward. He was fucking her raw, which worried her a little. Not that she had practiced any kind of safety the night before, but she was sober now, and the idea of getting pregnant or catching an STD was something she had to start worrying about again.
But Harper had been nothing but good to her, and even though she had only known him for a few days, she trusted him. Besides, after she'd done nothing to let him back into his own bedroom, he probably deserved it. She would have to take a morning after pill anyway, after such a crazy couple of nights, just to be safe.
He started to move faster, pushing harder, and Lily's hips followed every thrust. Harper's slow, tender fucking was tame compared to Grant’s, but it still felt nice. She felt him getting closer, his body tensing with anticipation as he wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her tightly. His face was buried in her neck, muffling the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips as he pushed into her again and again. She felt his cock swell up and, despite every shred of common sense telling her not to, she didn’t pull away, or asked him to pull out. Instead, she closed her eyes as his final thrusts stopped abruptly, giving way to an explosive sensation. He gasped against the back of her neck as he released his seed deep inside, his body trembling with each jolt of pleasure, each pulse of his cock massaging her insides with a soothing river of warm semen that coated every inch within her walls. Pulse after pulse of his cock continued to fill her up, until she was so full that she could feel it spilling out of her; that wet warmth spreading out, overflowing from within her, making its way down the inside of her thigh before dripping onto the sheets below them. “Oh my God, Harper,” she moaned softly with a gentle smile across her parched lips. Then finally, after a couple of gentle thrusts, his body stopped shaking and he gently pulled away.
"Mmmm, that was nice," Lily said softly, her hand between her thighs, rubbing the overflowing cum on her sore lips and clit. She hadn't come herself, but it was still a lovely feeling.
"Fuck yeah it was. Took fucking forever to get my turn."
That wasn't Harper's voice. She rolled over to face him, and a young Asian man with short brown hair smirked at her. "There's more where that came from if you give me 5 minutes," he said. Her body jumped out of bed on its own after the horrific realization that she'd been in bed with a complete stranger. She pulled the surrounding sheets protectively and screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
"Hey, hey, calm down. It's me, Kai. We met at the festival, remember?"
"What the fuck are you doing in Harper's room?!"
"What do you mean? I was-- Harper said it was okay."
"He said--" Anger and confusion overwhelmed her. She needed to get out. Lily frantically searched the floor for her clothes to no avail and settled for one of Harper's t-shirts on the floor. She slipped it over her head before quickly dashing out the door.
The smell of booze hung heavy in the air all over the apartment. The couches were full of passed out people sleeping off their drunken stupors, shattered glass and red cups scattered across every surface, empty pizza boxes thrown here and there; even a few puddles of vomit on the carpets felt nauseating to look at. She found Camila next to the stove, looking fresh and busy preparing breakfast while humming some unrecognizable tune; as if nothing had happened the night before. She looked at Lily with amusement and gave her signature smirk before saying, "Going back to L.A. now?"
"Wh-What?"
"That's where you live, right? I mean, all the celebrities I know live in L.A."
"Where's Harper?" Lily asked as a deflective maneuver.
"He's on a quick trip to the store. Don't worry, he won't take long."
Cum was dribbling down her leg as she stood there, surrounded by unconscious college kids. "Where the fuck is my phone?" she yelled. The last thing she wanted was to go back into that bedroom and have to face Kai again, but it seemed like her only option. She trudged back in and did her best to ignore him as she rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor until she found what she was looking for - her phone tucked inside the daisy dukes.
"Leaving so soon? Harper will be bummed, he's the only one who didn't get any of that sweet, Lily Collins pussy," Camila taunted as Lily headed for the front door. "How's your asshole doing, by the way?"
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She'd called an Uber and gotten herself another rental car. And four hours later, she was still asking herself what had happened, and how she had allowed herself to go down that road. Realizing just how low this situation had gone shook Lily to the core as tears started streaming down her face uncontrollably. She was supposed to be better than this. Smarter and more responsible. But instead, here she was, driving back to L.A. alone, her relationship in ruins and a head full of regretful thoughts for a companion.
"Never again," Lily promised herself as the bright lights of the city blinked in the distance, whether it was Charlie or anyone else, she would never allow another person to control her in that way.
It was time to get her life back together.
Camila, who'd been eagerly watching up until that point, took the opportunity to dive in. "Wasn't that fun?" she said, gently helping Lily roll onto her back, her perfect porcelain skin smeared with sweat as her body continued to shake with the orgasm aftershocks she couldn't control. The actress's eyes were half-closed with a look of euphoria, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her perky breasts heaved with every breath. She seemed too fragile to even move, her pearly white skin glistening against the soft lamplight like a masterful sculpture, but they were still not done with her.
Camila lied down next to Lily's face, so they were eye-to-eye. “Now clean the mess you made, you filthy whore.” Grant’s huge and veiny cock was waiting for her as he stood at the foot of the bed. The thing was covered in a filthy mix of his cum and her juices, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart, its turgid length curving gracefully under his chiseled abs; and despite her exhaustion, Lily had found herself drawn to him like she was in some kind of trance. Before her mind had time to make a decision, her body had already begun to slowly crawl on the bed toward him. Grant seemed to smile at this display of submission, and Camila started cackling again as Lily reached for his limp cock with trembling fingers and brought it to her mouth. “If only Papa Phil could see her now,” she joked as Lily began to gently lick up and down its length, savoring every single drop of cum and sex until not a single trace was left behind.
The mention of her famous father’s name had made her feel ashamed but aroused all at the same time, and for a brief moment she thought she had heard the man himself, his voice in her head, as if he were standing right next to her, telling her how proud she made him as she kept licking. “Look at you, lapping up all the filth,” Camila said before leaned closer and whispering in a low voice: “Good girls don't do this….but we both know you're not one of those…are you?” Her words had sent shivers down Lily's spine as she started going harder on Grant’s cock, moaning out louder as her body and mind responded to Camila’s taunts in a way that surprised both of them. “You’re not the rich little princess that I’ve seen in the photos, are you? No, you’re a fucking slut, just like everyone else,” Camila added as she slapped Lily's ass with all her strength, so hard that she let out a cry of pain. But it seemed as if the pain only made Lily’s tongue move faster, and before she knew it, the hand was already coming down again. “Ahh!” the actress cried out, her body trembling as the sting slowly covered the skin of her right ass cheek, followed by Camila’s voice demanding for her to keep licking. Lily had complied, the pain felt good in some strange way, the sensations from Grant's stickiness mixed in with that of the handprints left behind on her skin, secretly reveling in this new pleasure found through submission as Camila continued to punish her, spanking her time and time again until both her ass cheeks were a flaming red.
Even when the punishment stopped, Lily’s body kept shaking. Just the anticipation of the next spank was enough to make her moan. Without even realizing it, she had stopped licking Grant’s cock, turning all of her attention to the pain and shame that inevitably followed each hit; those feelings only serving to drive her deeper into submission until she found herself begging for more punishment. “Please, please don’t stop! I need it, I can take it all!” Lily pleaded, gleaming with sweat, tears streaming down her face. She had seen Camila’s perverse smile as she looked down on her, knowing she had become unrecognizable to herself; no longer the confident Hollywood star but instead a writhing mess. A pathetic slut on all fours on a stranger’s bed, drool dripping down her chin as she begged to be punished, quivering from arousal even as her shoulders tensed up like an animal ready to be disciplined with another hit.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do” Camila said sternly and pushed Lily down onto the bed, pinning her against the sheets. "Now it's my turn," she said, maneuvering herself up her delicate body until she was straddling her face. She lowered herself, easing her wet lips to the panting beauty’s mouth. Lily was so out of it by that point that it took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. Reveling in her power, Camila grasped Lily's hair firmly and pulled her head up, locking eyes with her as she pressed her flushed face to her pussy. "And you better not stop until I tell you to," she said coldly before pushing her hips forward. With a weak, exhausted moan, Lily finally surrendered and accepted Camilla's pussy on her lips. Her hesitation did not last long, it was so sensual to feel the fleshy warmth of Camilla's thighs on her face, so soft and warm and inviting. When Lily's tongue touched Camilla's pussy, she felt like she was electrocuted and, as she ran the tip of her tongue over the hard nub, Camilla's legs quivered and she let out a sigh of pure pleasure. Her taste was intoxicating, her wetness a delicious, tangy flavor filled that filled her mouth, like a mix of ripe strawberries and a tropical cocktail. Lily began to lick with fervor, bathing Camila's clitoris in pleasure as she teased her by swirling her tongue around the moist flesh. She committed to exploring each recess of her slit, letting her tongue explore the folds of her skin and tasting every drop of arousal that emanated from it.
And naturally, or rather chemically, her body started to come alive again, leading Lily to moan into the young girl’s pussy, her hands drawn to her own clit, swollen and sensitive beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. She licked and sucked with such unrelenting fervor that even Camila was taken by surprise, and when she fully submerged her tongue into the warm core, it sent the horny college student into a fit of laughter as she writhed and bucked all over her face. "Oh yeah, just like that, don't stop licking my fucking cunt you fucking slut!"
Lily lost herself completely in the pleasure of it all, possessed by a zealousness beyond her control that commanded her to keep sucking and licking, tasting and pleasuring that girl until either of them couldn't go on anymore. Time became meaningless; she was completely in tune with the sounds and smells coming from Camila's body, and the slow circular motion her hips drew over her lips as she moved back and forth. "YES, I'M GONNA CUM, KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, SLUT!"
The seatbelt was still on and it dug in between her breasts as she started to rock back and forth, to meet the thrusts of her own fingers. "YES! YEEEESSS!!!" she screamed out loud, shaking uncontrollably as she remembered Camila’s hot juices spilling all over her face, soaking the white sheets just as her own squirt began to soak the seat under her. But suddenly a sharp knock on the window startled her, yanking her back to the present.
"Are you okay, lady? Are you having a heart attack?”
“AHHH! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” Lily screamed at the stranger.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you okay?” the man said as Lily hastily pulled her pants up and started the car engine. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” she yelled, embarrassed and ashamed, hoping that the stranger hadn't noticed what she was doing.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she drove away, Camilla still in her head. Every moan and wet sound, every gasp and shriek so loud in her ears that it was as if she was still there under her writhing body.
“Fuck,” she said softly, still coming down from her orgasm as the highway stretched like a serpent in front of her.
Now that she calmed down a little, she tried to reconstruct the rest of the night, knowing full well that it would be in vain. Because that was where Lily's memories started to jumble and fade. Had she passed out right there next to them? Or had they kept going all night? All she had were flashes: Sweat covered skin, intertwined limbs, voices in her ear, huffing and puffing and moaning her name through scattered moments of ecstasy in every position allowable to human physiology. There was no way to know if they were real. She'd never been so high in her entire life, she'd never so lost and reckless. When she closed her eyes, she could see herself on her knees, Camila and Grant standing over her, side by side, grabbing her by the hair and making her go from sucking his dick to licking her pussy, back and forth, over and over again. She could also see herself on top of someone— maybe Grant? At least she hoped it was him—waving her cowboy hat in the air as if she was actually riding a bull, while Camila shouted "Yee-ha!" somewhere in the room.
‘Jesus Christ, I’m 30 years old, what the fuck was I thinking,’ she said to herself as more vague echoes kept coming to her in fuzzy, scattered bits and pieces. She saw herself bent over the bed, pinned to the wall, lying on the floor with her arms held up over her head… One moment she was back there again in the heat, Camila's fingernails digging into her back, manly grunts mixing in with her girlish moans as their bodies collided… And then it was gone again and she was alone in her rented car, trying to figure out how to take a step back and reassess her life, but mostly wondering what part of everything in her head was real.
The one thing she knew for certain was that she had let things go too far, and she had no one to blame but herself. What had happened the next morning had scared her enough to make her promise herself that she would never do anything so reckless ever again.
She had woken up from a deep and dreamless sleep to the sensation, unmistakable, of a hard dick pressed against her rear. The sun was already high up in the sky, hurting her eyes as it shone through the window. She was still in a daze. What had she done? Who was this man spooning her? Her head was pounding and she was so dizzy she could barely move. Looking around, she thought she recognized Harper’s room, the guitar in the corner, the photo with his proud parents. She felt him blowing on the back of her neck, his hand squeezing her breasts. Neither Camilla nor Grant were anywhere in sight. She had felt relieved that it was Harper in bed with her, especially after Camila had pretty much locked him out of the room. But sobriety had brought a massive hangover with it, as well as a tidal wave of shame. In that moment, she had asked herself what the fuck she was doing with her life. A woman in her thirties pretending to be a stripper and partying with college kids. It was pathetic, yet another stupid decision to add to the long list she'd been compiling for the last few days. It was time to go back home and get her shit together. But her head was pounding, her mouth was dry, and Harper was right there, grinding against her backside, his hard cock pressing against the curve of her ass. Her body was so sore, but it welcomed his touch. The poor kid was going to be heart-broken once more when she left, but he deserved at least this, and so did she. A morning quickie, something to make her feel both of them good so they could say goodbye to each other with a smile. After all, breaking up with Charlie would be the next thing on her list, so this could be one last payback fuck before going back to her normal life, one last moment of risk and pleasure with no guilt attached to it for the woman he had called boring.
And so, she reached back and pulled him close, closing her eyes as she relished his lips on her bare shoulder, and his arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body, his hard prick poking her cheeks as he began to lick her earlobe and play with her breasts. “Hmmm, I like that," she moaned. After long minutes of tenderness, he spread her cheek to aim himself, and Lily let out a tender whine as she felt the soreness of her asshole, still reeling from the size and power of Grant’s cock last night.
With a soft smile on her lips, Lily laid still and closed eyes as she felt him entering her pussy, so deep, pushing inch by inch until he was completely inside of her. She whimpered as he started to slide in and out of her, his hands squeezing her tits hard as he buried himself deeper each time he pushed forward. He was fucking her raw, which worried her a little. Not that she had practiced any kind of safety the night before, but she was sober now, and the idea of getting pregnant or catching an STD was something she had to start worrying about again.
But Harper had been nothing but good to her, and even though she had only known him for a few days, she trusted him. Besides, after she'd done nothing to let him back into his own bedroom, he probably deserved it. She would have to take a morning after pill anyway, after such a crazy couple of nights, just to be safe.
He started to move faster, pushing harder, and Lily's hips followed every thrust. Harper's slow, tender fucking was tame compared to Grant’s, but it still felt nice. She felt him getting closer, his body tensing with anticipation as he wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her tightly. His face was buried in her neck, muffling the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips as he pushed into her again and again. She felt his cock swell up and, despite every shred of common sense telling her not to, she didn’t pull away, or asked him to pull out. Instead, she closed her eyes as his final thrusts stopped abruptly, giving way to an explosive sensation. He gasped against the back of her neck as he released his seed deep inside, his body trembling with each jolt of pleasure, each pulse of his cock massaging her insides with a soothing river of warm semen that coated every inch within her walls. Pulse after pulse of his cock continued to fill her up, until she was so full that she could feel it spilling out of her; that wet warmth spreading out, overflowing from within her, making its way down the inside of her thigh before dripping onto the sheets below them. “Oh my God, Harper,” she moaned softly with a gentle smile across her parched lips. Then finally, after a couple of gentle thrusts, his body stopped shaking and he gently pulled away.
"Mmmm, that was nice," Lily said softly, her hand between her thighs, rubbing the overflowing cum on her sore lips and clit. She hadn't come herself, but it was still a lovely feeling.
"Fuck yeah it was. Took fucking forever to get my turn."
That wasn't Harper's voice. She rolled over to face him, and a young Asian man with short brown hair smirked at her. "There's more where that came from if you give me 5 minutes," he said. Her body jumped out of bed on its own after the horrific realization that she'd been in bed with a complete stranger. She pulled the surrounding sheets protectively and screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
"Hey, hey, calm down. It's me, Kai. We met at the festival, remember?"
"What the fuck are you doing in Harper's room?!"
"What do you mean? I was-- Harper said it was okay."
"He said--" Anger and confusion overwhelmed her. She needed to get out. Lily frantically searched the floor for her clothes to no avail and settled for one of Harper's t-shirts on the floor. She slipped it over her head before quickly dashing out the door.
The smell of booze hung heavy in the air all over the apartment. The couches were full of passed out people sleeping off their drunken stupors, shattered glass and red cups scattered across every surface, empty pizza boxes thrown here and there; even a few puddles of vomit on the carpets felt nauseating to look at. She found Camila next to the stove, looking fresh and busy preparing breakfast while humming some unrecognizable tune; as if nothing had happened the night before. She looked at Lily with amusement and gave her signature smirk before saying, "Going back to L.A. now?"
"Wh-What?"
"That's where you live, right? I mean, all the celebrities I know live in L.A."
"Where's Harper?" Lily asked as a deflective maneuver.
"He's on a quick trip to the store. Don't worry, he won't take long."
Cum was dribbling down her leg as she stood there, surrounded by unconscious college kids. "Where the fuck is my phone?" she yelled. The last thing she wanted was to go back into that bedroom and have to face Kai again, but it seemed like her only option. She trudged back in and did her best to ignore him as she rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor until she found what she was looking for - her phone tucked inside the daisy dukes.
"Leaving so soon? Harper will be bummed, he's the only one who didn't get any of that sweet, Lily Collins pussy," Camila taunted as Lily headed for the front door. "How's your asshole doing, by the way?"
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She'd called an Uber and gotten herself another rental car. And four hours later, she was still asking herself what had happened, and how she had allowed herself to go down that road. Realizing just how low this situation had gone shook Lily to the core as tears started streaming down her face uncontrollably. She was supposed to be better than this. Smarter and more responsible. But instead, here she was, driving back to L.A. alone, her relationship in ruins and a head full of regretful thoughts for a companion.
"Never again," Lily promised herself as the bright lights of the city blinked in the distance, whether it was Charlie or anyone else, she would never allow another person to control her in that way.
It was time to get her life back together.
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To Be Continued...
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